#commander Hansen

[beifong-brainrot]

I don't like to arbitrarily assign these traits to characters based on mannerisms and assumptions because I think it leads to assuming that certain people™️ are a certain way™️

But almost every scene in which Zhao interacts with the child characters makes me so viscerally uncomfortable lol.

Like I know he's meant to be menacing to an extent but I'm pretty sure it was meant to be the set you on fire type of menacing not the man your parents warned you about type of menacing

[keriweird]

OC KISS WEEK 2025

Thank you @shadoedseptmbr for letting my Johnny Shepard-Itō get bowled over by your OC chaos gremlin Chet Hansen 😍🤩 his arcade carpet core aesthetic is ridiculously charming.

Prompt: stolen

Alcohol ink markers on mixed media paper. Lining pen, coloured pencil and white gel pen for finishing touches.

[mistylacrimosa]

Jesus i've forgotten how hard they were gunning for the Seven x Chakotay ship the last few episodes of Voyager... first of all NO, JUST NO.

Second of all WHY?

[eccentricallygothic]

if he's not scaring the living daylights out of you, is he even the one?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

By His Command 1

Summary: you arrive at your new household to serve. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, possible pregnancy and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: you're screaming at me, why are you starting another AU and I got my fingers in my ears like na nana boo noo.

Oh and there may be more commanders to come...

Anyway, thoughts and prayers welcome for my lost soul. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕

You watch the cloud of your breath in the cold air. The grey sky stretches endlessly on, as flat as anything else in this pallid world. A white blur trims the edge of your vision, that every present brim, a facsimile of a halo. You are not a fallen angel but a disgraced sinner, sentenced to penance, fated to serve another's salvation.

You clasp your hands together, red gloves chafing roughly, wool scratching your raw skin. You look down at the scarlet ripples, the endless crimson that marks you for exactly what you are. You pull at a stray thread and let it fall away.

You raise your head and stare at the opaque screen that separates you from the man in black. The guardian drives on across the fields paled by an early frost, dried grasses wilted beneath the premature winter. You take another frigid breath and lean forward, hovering your hand before the small vent in the door. Nothing.

You sit back. You know better than to complain. There is no one for you to complain to. No one who cares. You are not a person with feelings and thoughts. You are a vessel, to be filled and emptied over and over. You repress a shudder and keep your welling eyes aimed out the tinted window.

You dip your head and hide beneath the broad brim of your white bonnet. You clutch your hands tight and wade through the mounting panic in your chest. The women who left the centre didn't often come back, and when they did, it was never pleasant. Still, you would give anything to go back. There you know what the worst and the best is.

You don't know much of what awaits you, only that it floods you with dread. A commander and his wife, but what else? Will he be cruel? Will she hate you? Will you be able to do what you were trained to?

You part your hands and bring them up your arms, hugging yourself. You can't remember the last time anyone held you. The last time anyone dared touch you. Even when you laid screaming before the other handmaids, hands bloody, back welted, no one dared come near you, no one thought to comfort you.

The SUV turns and you force your eyelids apart. You sniffle and wipe your nose with the coarse wool glove. There is a low stone fence that trails the long winding road towards a tall gate. The tires slow as your heart piques and you choke on terror.

At a halt, you hear the man's voice in the front seat, through the barrier that divides you. For order, for chasteness, for your debasement. You are not worthy. You are emblazoned as a blasphemer.

The car rolls on, jerking you back against the seat. A slow draw that brings into view shedding hedges, stone benches, a fountain, a lawn that expands before you. You watch the birds flutter, marveling at their peace, and a leaf drifts down in a calm path to the ground. A serenity that so starkly counterbalances the chaos blooming in your chest.

You veer around the curved arm of the driveway and once more stop. The engine rolls over and quiets. The front door opens and you flinch. Steps tramp and come around, a shadow awaiting you on the otherside as the locks slide back.

The guardian opens the door and you grab the red valise on your feet. You turn your legs over the side of the seat and step out, heels clacking off the hard stone. The man steps back, gripping the strap of his gun.

"Go," he nods his chin in the direction of the house.

You look over at the grand facades, stone and mortar in a centurion style, rooves high and looming, a balcony with a naked trellis below. You gulp and march forward, grasping the round handle of your bag with both hands. The man trails you, keeping you on course as his steps echo your own.

You get to the first step and raise your foot, setting in on the stope edge. The front door opens and steals your attention from the hem of your skirt. You look up as a Martha emerges in her green smock and apron. Her faces is blotchy and her grimace is deepset.

"Come, OfLloyd," she beckons you with a curt wave, "we must prepare for the Commander's return."

[finiteuniverse13]

Ship Tag Game!

Rules: Without naming them, post a gif of ten of your favorite ships (any media), then tag the same number of people to do the same.

Tagged by @roseszirnheld and @just-barrow

tagging: @bloodprevails @madddddy @meyerlansky @butternuggets-blog @stitch-me-not & anyone else who wants to give it a go! don't feel obligated to join in

[outtheoiseaux]

Something something biznasty Renaissance something

[esmeefreckles]

Competition | Alexia Putellas x Caroline Graham Hansen x reader

+18 SMUT MINORS DNI

ALEXIA G!P. CARO G!P. BLOWJOB. ANAL SEX. RIMMING.

"Okay, take them off." You commanded your girlfriends, Caro and Alexia, who did as they were told and pulled their pants down, freeing their cocks. 

The eroticism of the situation already kept them rock hard, and you reached out to hold them in each hand, hearing them sigh at your touch. Smiling mischievously, you pulled them a bit closer and pressed the tips of their cocks together, making a spark of pleasure run through them. "Are you both sure you don't want to back out?" you asked, feeling even more excited after seeing the visible reaction that their bodies gave at the act. Both of them confidently shook their heads, ready to endure anything.

You loved both of your girlfriends equally, and they would never doubt it. You knew that they loved you just as much. Even though both of them respected and cared about each other, it didn't stop them from being very competitive, always arguing about who was better at pleasing you, and trying to prove that they were the better one. You were definitely not going to complain about it, as you found this rivalry of theirs to be so hot. You wanted to see how far they were willing to take it.

And so, you waited for the next moment where you three were all together, your girlfriends already undressing you and planting kisses all over your neck and collarbone, and before you could get carried away by it, you spoke up. "Wait..." As soon as you said that, both of them pulled away from you and stared at you with a mix of curiosity and concern, making your heart melt as you said your next words. "I have a proposition for you two. I want to do something new, and I want to see who would be able to last longer," you stated, already seeing the intrigued look that you thought they would give, as they would not want to miss an opportunity to prove who has better endurance in bed.

"I'm always down for that. And what will be Caro's punishment once she loses?" Alexia asked, making you laugh at the small growl that came out of Caro.

"Whoever loses... will have their ass on the line."

Their eyes widened, and you could see the range of emotions flickering across their faces, being able to tell that neither of them wanted to show submission to the other, but backing down from a challenge would be weak in their eyes.

After a moment of silence, Alexia huffed and gestured in Caro's direction. "Is that it? Do you really think I would be scared of that? Might as well have her bend over for me right now."

Caro scoffed in response. "Oh, as if you would last longer than me. You can barely hold your load the moment you enter her."

Alexia turned to Caro's direction with an expression of challenge but smirked and crossed her arms. "Hmpf, let's see about that then. I've always wondered what you would look like with my cock deep inside of you..."

The smirk was returned tenfold. "Then you will keep wondering. I will accept as well, but don't come crying later when you find out that you're addicted to taking it up the ass."

You smiled, and after you made them undress themselves, you made Alexia lay on her back on their bed while Caro straddled her hips. Caro's cock was now on top of Alexia's, and that sight was affecting you just as much as you knew it was affecting them, even if they were trying to not let any sound escape them. But you wanted more, you wanted them to fully voice how good they were feeling without caring about looking weak to the other, so you finally grabbed both of their cocks together, earning two simultaneous gasps, and after a moment of feeling how hard and warm the shafts were against each other in your gentle grip, you began the slow rhythm of her hand while occasionally squeezing them tightly, making their groins burn pleasantly together. You could clearly see the way they were struggling to control their breathing as you rubbed them together, "How is it so far?"

"It's f-fine for me. I can't say the same for her." Alexia answered, though her voice and breathing were noticeably more strained than usual.

"...This is nothing," Caro growled, even though you could see how her hips were jerking and felt the twitches in her dick.

"Hmm... really? I guess I can do this, then." You teased while quickening the pace of your strokes, and you were delighted to hear that your girlfriend's grunts were now turning into louder groans while your hand kept pumping them both faster and faster. You couldn't hold your own moans at this act, secretly hoping they would allow you to do this many more times from now on, and when you saw the precum on their tips, you stilled your hand for a moment and brought the other to Alexia's tip, gathering the droplet of precum that was dribbling out of it with a finger and slowly spreading it all over Caro's cockhead, as Caro gives a surprised moan at the sensitiveness.

"Fu- Fuuuck..." Caro gasped.

Alexia was also giving you a surprised, but aroused look, her eyes rolling back when you jerked them again with both hands this time, the gliding of your strokes being aided by their precum, and by now, Caro and Alexia had no hesitation in letting their voices out as they approached their climaxes, both women starting to rock their hips alongside your motions like they forgot all about the punishment. With their cocks twitching madly in your hands, you knew it would only be a matter of time before they couldn't hold it anymore, and you wondered who was going to shoot first.

"Fuck!".

To your surprise, it came from Alexia, her cock erupting on her torso while she groaned helplessly with every blast of cum that came out. The insistent throbbing of Alexia's cock set off Caro as well, her own load shooting out on top of Alexia's while she tried to keep her balance as her body trembled with pleasure, all while you kept stroking them through their orgasms, coaxing even more cum and moans out of them. Eventually, they had nothing left to give at the moment, and as Alexia closed her eyes and recovered from how surprisingly intense that orgasm was, she felt you releasing your grip on them while the weight on her body disappeared, so Alexia opened her eyes to see them staring at her, with Caro giving her an infuriating smirk through her own panting.

"Well, well, well, it appears that someone lost. You do remember what comes next, don't you?"

Alexia grits her teeth at her current mixed feelings, being disappointed that she didn't last longer than her girlfriend while her body betrayed her by feeling excited at the thought of her punishment, but she didn't let that show and hung her head low. "You're right. I lost. I accept my punishment."

Caro rolled her eyes in amusement and chuckled when Alexia yelped after you suddenly grabbed her legs and pushed them up in the air.

"Don't be so dramatic. It's not going to feel like a punishment, trust me," you said, your mouth immediately delving into Alexia's exposed anus, drawing another yelp from her at the sparks that ran through her body.

It wasn't the first time you had done this, but it was never to help prepare for an intrusion, and as Alexia tried to ignore that tongue assault on her ass, Caro kneeled on the bed next to her head, positioning her still erect dick next to her face and looking down at her with an expectant look. "I didn't agree to this."

"I know, but if it will make for an easier entry..."

Alexia growled again and swallowed her pride, turning her head to the side and opening her mouth to allow Caro to push her cock inside.

"Ooh, I always wanted to do this..." Caro moaned out, starting a slow rhythm inside of Alexia's mouth, who felt shocked at her girlfriend's admission that she wanted to be sucked by her. Even though Alexia herself would never admit this to them, she also had similar thoughts, sometimes fantasizing about running her tongue all over Caro's cock, and now that she was actually servicing it with her mouth and enjoying that act, she briefly wondered about how this would change their relationship before their stimulations were starting to overwhelm her.

Between your rimjob and Caro slowly fucking her throat, Alexia knew that her cock was at full mast again, with another orgasm not being far behind, and when Caro felt the vibrations of Alexia's increasing moans on her cock, she pulled away, slapping her wet cock on those lips a few times for good measure, and walking to your side while smirking again. "Uh-uh, you'll only get to finish again when I fuck it out of you."

Alexia glared at Caro to try and mask how turned on that made her as you took your tongue out of Alexia’s asshole and watched intently as Caro lined herself with it, the three women hissing when it went inside.

"My lord, what a tight hole... I'll make sure to not let it stay that way moving forward," Caro grunted as she pushed herself to the hilt.

"Hmm... I can't wait to see that... I love you two..." you breathed out, and Alexia kept her mouth sealed shut to avoid making any sound.

The stretch was much less painful and a lot more pleasurable than Alexia imagined, and as Caro moved, she covered her face with her arm to not show her reactions, enduring the pounding she was receiving as unresponsive as she could until the cock inside her hit a sensitive spot that accidentally made a small cry come out of her throat, something that was noticed by its owner.

"Hmm, what's the matter? Did this feel good?"

"S-Shut up." Alexia weakly rasped out as Caro continued thrusting into that spot. Even though she was trying not didn't want to admit how she was feeling, the three women knew it anyway, the twitches of her drooling erection and the tremors in her body being clear indications. Alexia grit her teeth and tried to control her heavy breathing before she felt a mouth on her chest and a hand on her dick, and she removed her arm from her face to see you sucking one of her breasts while Caro stroked her. 

"W-What are you two... doing!" Alexia began, but her speech dissolved into a stream of moans at those new sensations. With your mouth on her nipple while your hand pinched the other and with Caro accelerating even more the pace of her strokes and her thrusts, stretching her even further, there was no way for Alexia to hold back her reactions and her orgasm anymore, and after a particularly hard thrust from Caro, her body stiffened and she once again unloaded all over herself, the spurts almost hitting you with the rest dribbling on Caro's still pumping hand.

Caro smiled in satisfaction as she watched Alexia cum while being fucked, and she decided to join in by hitting herself and painting her insides with her load. "Take it!" She groaned, the feeling of coming inside her girlfriend while the hole she was inside became even tighter made this one of the biggest loads of her life, and when it finally ended, Caro sighed as she pulled away from the stretched entrance with her seed leaking out of it.

After Alexia recovered, she rubbed her eyes with her hands and debated whether or not to look at Caro to see the victorious smirk she would be wearing, finally deciding to glance at her and have her suspicions confirmed.

"What a mess you made. I always knew that you would love getting fucked by me, and now, both of you know that too." Caro smirked while lapping up Alexia's cum that landed on her hand, and she growled quietly.

Being there, leaking cum, while Caro tasted her release after fucking it out of her, Alexia felt ashamed for letting this happen to her, and with a determined look, she got up from the bed and walked up to Caro, who raised one eyebrow at her sudden closeness. Caro didn't need to wait long as Alexia then surprised all of them by grabbing Caro's face and pulling her into a kiss, Caro eagerly kissed back while holding Alexia's hips, both of them sharing the taste in their mouths while all of the cum from today on Alexia's torso now smeared on Caro's. 

After making out for a moment, Alexia broke the kiss and looked deep into Caro's eyes. "Next time, you'll be the one bending over for me."

Caro raised her brows, but then lightly chuckled and smiled softly. "I'll be waiting then. But I warn you, I won't give it to you that easily."

"Hmm, I wouldn't want you to." Alexia breathed and took Caro's lips again, all while you stared in fascination.

It was a very rare treat to see your girlfriends interacting like this, let alone eagerly swapping spit with each other, and as you watched the sword fighting going on down there while they made out, you finally remembered your own arousal, forgetting all about it during the heated competition. Bringing a hand to your panties, it was no surprise that they were already drenched. A moan escaped you as you caressed herself, and a quick glance at your girlfriends made her freeze, both of them now staring at you with hunger in their gazes, with Caro speaking up to Alexia. "I think we already let someone have her fun today. Wouldn't you say that she needs her own punishment?"

"I agree," Alexia responded, and you laughed awkwardly.

"Heh heh... D-Don't say that, it's not like you two didn't enjoy it too!" you tried to argue, but there was a big smile on your face as they approached her, and you made no move to resist their touches, already thinking about what could be the next competition.

One thing was for certain, you knew they would be looking forward to it just as much as you.

[nasa]

Moonbound: One Year Since Artemis I

On this day last year, the Artemis I rocket and spacecraft lit up the sky and embarked on the revolutionary mission to the Moon and back. The first integrated flight test of the rocket and spacecraft continued for 25.5 days, validating NASA’s deep exploration systems and setting the stage for humanity’s return to the lunar surface.

On Nov. 16, 2022, the Space Launch System (SLS) rocket met or exceeded all expectations during its debut launch on Artemis I. The twin solid rocket booster motors responsible for producing more than 7 million pounds of thrust at liftoff reached their performance target, helping SLS and the Orion spacecraft reach a speed of about 4,000 mph in just over two minutes before the boosters separated.

Quite a few payloads caught a ride aboard the Orion spacecraft on the Artemis I mission: In addition to a number of small scientific satellites called CubeSats, a manikin named Commander Moonikin Campos sat in the commander’s seat. A Snoopy doll served as a zero-gravity indicator — something that floats inside the spacecraft to demonstrate microgravity. 

During the mission, Orion performed two lunar flybys, coming within 80 miles of the lunar surface. At its farthest distance during the mission, Orion traveled nearly 270,000 miles from our home planet, more than 1,000 times farther than where the International Space Station orbits Earth. This surpassed the record for distance traveled by a spacecraft designed to carry humans, previously set during Apollo 13.

The Orion spacecraft arrived back home to planet Earth on Dec. 11, 2022. During re-entry, Orion endured temperatures about half as hot as the surface of the Sun at about 5,000 degrees Fahrenheit. Within about 20 minutes, Orion slowed from nearly 25,000 mph to about 20 mph for its parachute-assisted splashdown. 

Recovery teams successfully retrieved the spacecraft and delivered it back to NASA’s Kennedy Space Center for de-servicing operations, which included removing the payloads (like Snoopy and Commander Moonikin Campos) and analyzing the heat shield.  

With the Artemis I mission under our belt, we look ahead to Artemis II — our first crewed mission to the Moon in over 50 years. Four astronauts will fly around the Moon inside Orion, practicing piloting the spacecraft and validating the spacecraft’s life support systems. The Artemis II crew includes: NASA astronauts Reid Wiseman, Victor Glover, and Christina Koch, and CSA astronaut Jeremy Hansen. 

As we look ahead to Artemis II, we build upon the incredible success of the Artemis I mission and recognize the hard work and achievements of the entire Artemis team. Go Artemis!

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[buckets-and-trees]

Huffily Ever After: A CindereLloyd Story [8/8]

Chapter Eight - Departure Day

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x curvy Millennial Female!Reader Word Count: 6.7k Summary: The morning after... decisions need to be made now that things have changed for you both personally and professionally before you leave Paris.

SERIES Content/Warnings: modern Cinderella adaptation, unknown identities, enemies to lovers, toxic coworkers CHAPTER SPECIFIC: explicit smut: kissing, riding and grinding, nipple play, unprotected vaginal penetration, creampie; praise; use of endearments: princess, Cinderella; coarse language

Author Note: Thank you @vonalyn for helping me over some final decisions with this!

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You woke up to a knock on your door and groaned, not wanting to leave the warmth surrounding you, a cocoon of soft sheets and firm muscle. 

The brush of warm lips and a mustache tickled your neck. “Stay here, princess,” Lloyd murmured in your ear. Then he rolled out of beed and slipped on one of the hotel robes from the closet before answering the door. 

Warm rays of morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, gently ushering in the morning. You heard Lloyd’s groggy voice conversing with whoever was at the door, followed by the clinking of dishes as Lloyd rolled in a room service cart.

You smiled, stretching languidly beneath the sheets, relishing their softness against your bare skin. You relished the pleasant ache in your muscles, a delicious reminder of the night's passionate activities. Your body was sore in all the right places, a testament to Lloyd's thorough and relentless attention.

Lloyd's skilled hands had explored every inch of your body, his lips leaving trails of fire across your skin. You remembered the way he had taken you in every position imaginable, his stamina seemingly endless, and the exquisite fullness he subjected you to as he moved inside you again and again. 

His powerful presence had extended in every way into bed with you last night. The room had been filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, punctuated by Lloyd's husky commands and praise.

“Up and at ‘em, sunshine,” Lloyd said, taking covers off the various dishes after planting the cart next to the small table in the corner of the room. 

The delicious smells of breakfast were inviting, so you slipped out of bed with only minimal regret and padded to the closet to grab the other robe. 

There was coffee, tea, orange juice, two plates with eggs benedict, and a tray laden with bacon, pastries, and fresh fruit. Lloyd was already adding bacon and fruit to his plate, and so you followed suit, grabbing the morning delights you wanted as well. You pulled out one of the chairs at the table, but Lloyd tutted at you. 

“Oh, no, we’re having breakfast in bed, princess.”

You raised an eyebrow at Lloyd, but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "Breakfast in bed? How decadent." 

Lloyd smirked, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "After last night, I think we've earned a little decadence, don't you?" 

Heat rose to your cheeks as you remembered more of the moments you'd shared. Lloyd's grin widened, clearly enjoying your reaction. He gestured towards the bed with a nod. 

"After you."

You climbed back onto the plush mattress and settled against the headboard. Lloyd followed, carefully balancing both plates as he joined you, his thigh pressed warmly against yours, then handed you your plate. 

For a few moments, you both ate in comfortable silence, savoring the delicious food. The eggs benedict was perfectly cooked, the hollandaise sauce rich and creamy. You stole glances at Lloyd, still somewhat in disbelief at the turn of events that had led to this situation.

Despite everything that had gone on this week and the things that had happened between you two, there was something oddly comfortable about being with him like this - sharing breakfast in bed without a care in the world. 

And compared to your life only the afternoon before, you almost didn’t have a care in the world. 

Lloyd finished off another slice of bacon, then broke the silence. 

“With your wicked stepmother of a boss defeated, your glass slipper of a necklace returned, and the ball of a conference over, how are you feeling, Cinderella?”

You laughed softly at Lloyd's whimsical summary of the past few days. "Well, when you put it that way, it does sound like a fairytale, doesn't it?" you replied, taking a sip of your coffee. "Though I'm not sure how well the Cinderella story holds up when the prince is the one breaking into hotel rooms."

Lloyd's mustache twitched with amusement. "I prefer to think of myself as more of a dashing rogue than a prince."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "That tracks."

You took another sip of your coffee, considering the question more seriously. "Honestly? I'm feeling optimistic. Excited. Maybe a little overwhelmed."

Lloyd nodded, his blue eyes studying you intently. "All understandable reactions to having your entire professional life upended in the span of twenty-four hours."

"And my personal life," you added, giving him a pointed look. 

A slow smirk spread across Lloyd's face. "Ah yes, can't forget that rather significant development." 

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "So modest." 

"Modesty has never been one of my virtues, princess," Lloyd retorted, setting his empty plate aside. 

You chuckled, finishing the last bite of your breakfast. "I'm aware."

Lloyd took your plate and set it aside with his own before turning back to you, his expression growing more serious. "So, what is next for you? I assume you're going to accept the promotion at Nexus?"

You nodded, a flutter of excitement in your stomach as you thought about your future. 

Lloyd's eyes lit up with approval. "Good choice. Maggie's brilliant, but a start up can’t offer you as much as that Nexus offer, and it outpaces the formal offer Claude will be giving you this morning, too.”

You frowned. “Hang on, did you read the Nexus offer while you were here before I got back last night?”

“You took longer than I thought you would.”

“You brought your own book!” you protested, gesturing across the room.

Lloyd shrugged, completely unbothered. “Which I read after seeing the perfectly good literature lying around here.”

You shook your head in disbelief, but couldn't muster any real anger. Lloyd's audacity was part of what made him so intriguing, after all. 

"You're unbelievable," you said. 

Lloyd's lips quirked into a smirk. "I prefer to think of myself as opportunistic." 

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at your lips. "So, Mr. Opportunistic, what's next for you? Back to your father's company?" 

His expression turned thoughtful. "Of course. No rest for the wicked, and there are always new projects to explore."

You raised an eyebrow, studying him. "What would you do if you could start over again, do anything in the world?”

For a moment, he was silent, and you could almost see the gears turning in his mind. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, not his usual smirk, but something more playful.

"If I could start over, really do anything," he mused, "I'd join the CIA."

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. “What?”

His blue eyes sparkled impishly as he continued, painting a vivid picture. "I'd be the agent they'd call for the impossible missions. Infiltrating shadowy criminal organizations, outwitting foreign intelligence agencies, maybe even preventing a nuclear crisis or two."

“I’m being serious, Lloyd!”

"Think about it," he continued. "The intrigue, the high-stakes missions, the power to shape global events from the shadows. It's like playing chess on a global scale, but with real consequences. The adrenaline rush of covert operations, the satisfaction of outmaneuvering rogue agents.”

His enthusiasm was infectious, but you remained silent and fought the urge to engage and encourage this trailing off from what you really wanted to talk about. 

Lloyd sighed, reading your expression for what it was. 

“Fine. Real answer? I didn’t do anything else because I didn’t want to,” he explained. “I like this shit. I grew up seeing what it could be, what it could do. I knew it would suck balls to join my father’s company, but it would be as bad or worse trying to climb up through other companies that would see Hansen Global as a rival - either they’d never trust me or they’d try to use me. I chose the game I knew I could eventually win, even though it’s a long game.”

You nodded slowly, processing Lloyd's words. His answer was candid, and you found yourself appreciating his honesty, feeling like this version of Lloyd was more true to the Lloyd of the masquerade. 

"It doesn’t look like it’s been an easy path,” you observed, “but you've made it work for you."

You could see now that his insistence on total anonymity at Versailles had been because he knew it would be the only time he could be present and not be seen and judged as Lloyd Hansen, son of the founder of Hansen Global Digital Industries.

Lloyd's expression softened slightly. "It hasn't been without its challenges. But I've always believed in playing to my strengths." 

You couldn't help but smile. "And your strengths just happen to include corporate espionage and seducing unsuspecting conference attendees?" 

Lloyd's signature smirk returned. "Among other things. Though I wouldn't say you were entirely unsuspecting, princess. You gave as good as you got." 

Heat rose to your cheeks at the memory. "Fair point," you conceded. 

"Speaking of what's next," he said, shifting closer, his voice low and husky, "I was thinking we could explore some of those other strengths of mine."

Your breath caught in your throat as Lloyd's free hand traced a path up your thigh, pushing aside the fabric of your robe. "Oh?" you managed, trying to keep your voice steady. "And what strengths might those be?" 

Lloyd's smirk widened as he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "Why don't I show you?" 

In one fluid motion, he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips. He pushed your robe open, exposing your skin to the cool air of the room and Lloyd's hungry gaze.

Your breath hitched as Lloyd's warm hands roamed over your newly exposed skin. His touch was electric, igniting sparks of desire everywhere his fingers grazed. You shivered, partly from the cool air and partly from anticipation. 

"Cold, princess?" Lloyd murmured, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. Without waiting for an answer, he pulled you flush against his chest, enveloping you in his warmth. 

You gasped softly as your bare skin met the soft fabric of his robe, your nipples hardening at the friction. Lloyd's hands slid down to cup your ass, kneading the flesh appreciatively. 

"You know," he said, his voice a low rumble that you could feel vibrating through his chest, "I've been thinking about this all morning. About how perfectly your body responds to me."

To emphasize his point, he rolled his hips upwards, the hard length of him pressing against your core. You couldn't suppress the soft moan that escaped your lips.

"Lloyd," you breathed, your hands moving to his shoulders for balance.

His blue eyes darkened with desire as he watched your reaction. "That's it. Let me hear you."

You writhed against him, desperate for more friction. Lloyd's hand gripped your hip, guiding your movements as you ground against him.

He captured your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entrance. You yielded willingly, melting into him as the kiss deepened. 

Your fingers tangled in Lloyd's hair as the kiss intensified, passion building between you. His hands roamed your body possessively, leaving trails of heat in their wake. You could feel his hard cock beneath you, your own arousal mounting in response. 

Lloyd broke the kiss, trailing his lips along your jaw and down your neck. "Tell me what you want," he murmured against your skin. 

"You," you gasped as he nipped at your pulse point. "I want you, Lloyd." 

He chuckled darkly. "You have me. But how do you want me?" 

His hands slid up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips. 

"I want..." you started, then hesitated, feeling a flush creep up your cheeks. 

Lloyd pulled back slightly, his intense gaze meeting yours. "Don't be shy now, princess. Tell me exactly what you want."

His commanding tone sent a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath, gathering your courage.

"I want you inside me," you said, your voice low and husky with desire. "I want to fuck me raw from behind."

Lloyd's eyes darkened further, a predatory grin spreading across his face. "That can certainly be arranged." 

Lloyd flipped you onto your stomach, then pulled your hips up so you were on your hands and knees. You gasped at the sudden change in position, excitement coursing through your veins.

"Like this, princess?" Lloyd's voice was low and rough with desire as his hands caressed your back, sliding down to anchor your hips firmly. 

"Yes," you breathed, arching your back and pressing yourself against him invitingly. 

You felt the bed shift as Lloyd positioned himself behind you. His hands spread your thighs wider, and you shivered as you felt the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. Lloyd chuckled, clearly enjoying your desperation.

"Remember," Lloyd growled, "you asked for this." 

Without further warning, he thrust into you fully, filling you in one smooth motion. You moaned at the delicious stretch, your fingers curling into the sheets.

Lloyd's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began to move, setting a relentless pace. Each powerful thrust drove you forward, the headboard creaking in protest. You gasped and moaned, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. 

"That's it," Lloyd growled, his voice husky with desire. "Take it all." 

He angled his hips, hitting the money spot deep inside you. Your arms trembled, struggling to support your weight as Lloyd pounded into you mercilessly. 

"Fuck, Lloyd!" you cried out, your voice muffled by the pillow. 

Lloyd's hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back. "Let me hear you, princess. I want whoever’s in the next room to know who's making you feel this good."

Lloyd's hand snaked around to rub circles on your clit, and you cried out at the added stimulation. "That's it," he praised, “love how your tight cunt squeezes me, craves my cock.”

Your body tensed as pleasure built within you, Lloyd's relentless pace and skilled fingers driving you rapidly towards the edge. 

"Lloyd, I'm close," you whined, your fingers grasping at the sheets tightly.

"Not yet," Lloyd growled, his hand leaving your clit to grip your hip once more. "You come when I say you can come." 

You whimpered at the loss of stimulation, but the commanding tone of Lloyd's voice sent another surge of arousal through you. His thrusts became even more forceful, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. 

"God, you're intoxicating," Lloyd growled, his breath hot against your ear as he leaned over you. "Can't get enough of you."

His words sent another thrill through you, and you struggled to hold back your impending orgasm. You rolled your hips more insistently, drawing a low groan from him.

"Then don't stop," you breathed, your voice husky with desire.

Lloyd's grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. "Careful what you wish for, princess," he said, his voice rough with desire.

He maintained his punishing pace, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge, desperate for release but holding back, waiting for Lloyd's permission.

"Please," you whimpered.

Lloyd's hand snaked around to your front again, his fingers finding your clit. He pinched the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to cry out.

"That's it," he purred, his breath hot against your ear. "Let me hear how much you want it."

Your moans grew louder, more desperate as Lloyd continued his assault on your senses, rubbing tight little circles over your clit. 

"Lloyd, please," you gasped, your body trembling with the effort of holding back your release. "I need to come. Please let me come." 

You felt Lloyd's chest rumble against your back as he chuckled darkly. "Since you asked so nicely..." His fingers increased their pressure on your clit as he ordered, "Come for me, princess. Now." 

He punctuated the command with a pinch to your clit and it sent you careening over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you with a breathtaking intensity, your inner walls clenching hard around Lloyd's cock. You cried out his name, your vision going white as the sensation overwhelmed you.

Lloyd groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as your climax triggered his own. "Fuck, yes," he snarled, burying himself deep inside you as he came, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his release before collapsing over you, pushing you down flat beneath him. 

For a moment, you both remained frozen, panting heavily as the aftershocks of your intense orgasms rippled through your bodies. Lloyd's weight pressed you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. Slowly, he eased out of you, eliciting a soft whimper at the loss.

Lloyd rolled onto his side, then pulled you into him so your were pressed chest to chest. His arm draped over your waist, holding you close as you both caught your breath. 

"Well," Lloyd murmured, his voice husky and satisfied, "I'd say that was another successful demonstration of my strengths, wouldn't you?"

You couldn't help but laugh, the sound slightly breathless. "Mmm, I don't know. I might need a few more demonstrations before I can make a proper assessment." 

He laughed, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief and something deeper. "Next time we're sleeping in my bed," he declared, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "A Queen is too small."

You raised an eyebrow, your heart skipping a beat at his words. "Next time?"

Lloyd arched an eyebrow in return, his expression a mix of amusement and mild exasperation. "I'm not putting a ring on your finger tomorrow," he said, his tone matter-of-fact, "but neither of us are one-night-stand or casual-fling-with-people-we-know types."

You felt a warmth bloom in your chest at his words, a pleased, demure smirk playing on your lips. "No," you agreed softly, "we're not."

Lloyd's gaze softened as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss that made your toes curl. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with an intensity that made your heart stutter. His thumb traced your cheekbone gently.

"I meant what I said last night," Lloyd murmured, his voice low and serious. "I want to see where this goes. You're intriguing. Intelligent. Challenging. I don't want to let you slip away."

Your heart raced at his words, a mix of excitement and apprehension swirling in your chest. "I want that too," you admitted softly. "But this won't be easy, Lloyd. Our lives, our careers... there's a lot to consider."

Lloyd's lips quirked into a small smirk. "I’ve never been interested in easy. Boring." His expression grew more serious as he continued, "I know it won't be simple. But I think we’re worth a shot."

You couldn't help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest at his words. "Careful, you might be moving from Prince Charming sarcastic to an actual Prince Charming.”

He grimaced. “Can’t have that.”

You laughed. “No, definitely not.”

His hand settled on your waist, thumbs tracing small circles on your skin, lightly kneading your flesh. "You’re fucking gorgeous," he murmured after another moment, his eyes drinking you in. 

"Gorgeous enough to make you want to stay in bed all day?" you teased, trailing your fingers along his jawline.

Lloyd's eyes darkened with desire. "Temptress," he growled, pulling you closer. "I'd love nothing more than to keep you here, naked and wanting, all day long." 

His lips found yours in a fierce kiss that had your heart immediately racing again. You melted into him, savoring the taste of him, the feeling of his firm body pressed against yours. His tongue danced with yours, igniting sparks of desire that threatened to consume you both.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, you couldn't help but smile. "So why don't we?" you asked, your voice husky with want. 

Lloyd groaned, resting his forehead against yours. "Because, Cinderella, as much as I'd love to spend the day exploring every inch of your delectable body, we both have responsibilities to attend to."

You pouted playfully, trailing your fingers down his chest. "Responsibilities are overrated." 

Lloyd chuckled, catching your wandering hand and bringing it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles before fixing you with a stern look. "You have a new job offer to formally accept, and I have a number of Hansen Global board members to attend to before they leave the city."

You sighed, knowing he was right. "I guess we have rejoin the real world at some point."

Lloyd's expression softened, a hint of vulnerability flickering in his blue eyes. "This isn't an ending, princess. It's a beginning." 

Your heart was falling too quickly for this man, and maybe you wanted to let yourself fall for once. 

“Now, up with you before you turn into a pumpkin.”

Maggie stirred her latte, the foam swirling into intricate patterns. Her eyes, sharp and inquisitive as ever, fixed on you with keen interest. "So," she began, a hint of anticipation in her voice, "which region did you accept for Nexus?"

You took a sip of your own coffee, savoring the rich flavor before answering. "Southeast Asia," you replied, unable to keep the excitement from your voice.

"Good for you," she said with a genuine smile. "That's a challenging market, but I know you'll excel there. You clearly got off to a good start with Zhongxin."

"Thank you, Maggie," you said, warmth spreading through you at her praise. "I'm really excited about the opportunity. I can’t help but feel like I might not have been quite so ready to tackle this without getting to reconnect with you and have your guidance and support throughout this conference." 

You paused, stirring your coffee thoughtfully. "I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about the challenges. But I'm also eager to dive into a role like this in such a dynamic market. There's so much potential for growth and innovation in Southeast Asia." 

Maggie nodded approvingly. "That's the right attitude. Embrace the challenges – they're what will help you grow." 

You took another sip of your coffee, then leaned forward, curiosity piquing. "So, I have to ask… What about you and Claude?"

Maggie's eyes lit up. "He’s such an old friend but… seeing him here, both of us single now, it’s been a breath of fresh air I didn’t know I was ready for.”

“Does that mean…?” You leaned in closer, grinning. 

She laughed. “Oh, I’m not tying myself down. He’s aware I’m only looking for a ‘long-term, long-distance, low-commitment, casual’ boyfriend.”

Maggie's expression softened, a hint of nostalgia creeping into her eyes. "You know, Paul was my first love," she said, her voice taking on a wistful quality as she spoke of her late husband. "We met in college, and it was like something out of a romantic comedy. He was the charming, slightly awkward engineering student, and I was the plucky and ambitious business major. We just clicked."

She paused, tracing the rim of her coffee cup with her finger. "He was the only man I'd ever been with, romantically or otherwise. We grew into adults together, built our careers and our lives side by side.”

You nodded, understanding the weight of her words. Maggie had always been a force of nature, and this more personal side of her was rarely seen.

"When Paul passed," she continued, her voice softening, "it was like the world had tilted on its axis. Everything I knew, everything I had planned for our future, it all vanished. For the longest time, I couldn't imagine a world without him in it." 

Maggie's eyes grew distant, lost in memory. "But time has a way of healing wounds, even the deepest ones. I kept on living life a day at a time. And when that kept happening, and I kept on having more days and more new pages to add to my book of life, I started to realize that maybe, just maybe, there was room in my heart not only for something new, but perhaps someone new, too."

She took a sip of her latte, a small smile playing on her lips. "Claude is a different kind of love. He understands loss in a way that not many people do. He's patient, kind, and he makes me laugh in a way I haven't in so long. There's no pressure, no expectations. We're just two people getting to the true second halves of our lives. And I’m not ready to jump into anything yet-”

“‘Long-term, long-distance, low-commitment, casual?’” you repeated the Barbie term.

“Exactly. But I do think he could be the last love of my life. When we’re both ready.”

You couldn't help but smile at Maggie's words, touched by her vulnerability and openness. "I'm really happy for you, Maggie. You deserve to find joy again." 

Maggie's eyes crinkled with warmth. "Thank you, dear. Now, enough about my love life. What about you and Lloyd Hansen?"

"I-” 

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, caught off guard by her direct question. “How did you know?"

Maggie chuckled. "The way you two were looking at each other the other night at the gala? Plus, I saw him leaving your room this morning."

You laughed, then shook your head. "It's complicated," you admitted, fidgeting with your coffee cup.

Maggie raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "Is it though?”

You took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts. "He's not what I expected. At all."

"I've heard rumors about Lloyd,” Maggie started. 

You steeled yourself, sure you’d heard the very same - even discussed them with Gus the first morning of the conference. 

Maggie leaned in, her voice lowering conspiratorially. "Not the rumors you're expecting," she continued. "Claude has known Lloyd for years, so I questioned him, and he shared some interesting insights." 

Your curiosity piqued, you leaned forward, eager to hear more. 

"According to Claude, Lloyd has worked twice as hard as anyone around him to prove that he's more than his father's last name. He's ruthless in his work ethic, often the first one in the office and the last to leave. He doesn't try to suck up or make friends with his colleagues, but he knows how to get things done." 

Maggie paused, clearly taking the moment to draw out a little more suspense in her relay of information, her eyes twinkling with a mix of admiration and amusement. "Apparently, Lloyd can always charm a client when it matters. He has a knack for making good deals and building solid relationships.”

You nodded, processing Maggie's words. They didn’t contradict some of the other things you’d heard, but they were a different view, one that seemed more reflective of the man you’d gotten to know this week - the masked version as well as the rougher unmasked man. He was no perfect prince, but certainly more than people thought he was. 

"That sounds... accurate," you admitted. "He's complex. Challenging. And there's more to him than meets the eye."

Maggie smiled knowingly. "You care for him."

"I think I do," you confessed. "It's new and unexpected, but there's something there."

Maggie reached across the table, patting your hand gently. "Love often is. Just be careful. Don't rush into anything, but don't let fear hold you back either. Life's too short for that."

You couldn't help but smile at her advice. "Thanks, Maggie. For everything."

Maggie reached across the table, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "Anytime, dear.” Then she stood. “Now, I’m off to catch a train with Claude. He says I have to spend a weekend with him in Normandy, and who am I to argue with him?”

You grinned, watching Maggie gather her things. "Have the best time in Normandy. You deserve it." 

As Maggie turned to leave, she paused, her expression growing serious. "One more thing," she said, her voice low. "Whatever happens with Lloyd, don't lose sight of yourself. You're a brilliant woman with a bright future ahead of you. Don't let anyone, no matter how charming, derail your ambitions." 

You nodded, touched by her concern. "I won't, Maggie. I promise." 

“And now that we’ve reconnected, don’t forget that I’m only ever a call, email, or text away.”

Your heart swelled and you nodded again. “Give Claude my best.”

With a final smile and a wave, Maggie was gone, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your cooling coffee. 

You sat there for a while, mulling over everything that had happened in the past week. The conference, the drama with your former boss, the unexpected connection with Lloyd... it all felt unreal.

And yet, it was your life. 

As you made your way through the hotel lobby, lost in thought about the whirlwind week you'd had, you nearly collided with a tall, distinguished-looking man in an impeccably tailored suit.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, stepping back quickly.

The man steadied you with a firm hand on your arm, his steel-gray eyes appraising you with keen interest. "No harm done," he said, his voice deep and resonant. “I was hoping I’d run into you again, though perhaps not quite so literally.”

"Mr. Hansen!" you exclaimed, recognizing Lloyd's father. Your heart raced as you recalled your interactions at the gala.

Robert Hansen's lips curved into a small smile. "Please, I told you to call me Robert. I heard about Zhongxin - unfortunately your loss is our gain, but I think there's opportunity for you with Hansen Global, too. There's an offer I believe Claude delivered to you?"

You nodded, trying to maintain your composure. "Yes, he did. It was a very generous offer."

“But for some reason, not generous enough? Claude said you declined.”

You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "It was a wonderful opportunity, Mr. Hansen - Robert. But I've decided to accept a new position with Nexus Technologies. It aligns more closely with my career goals at this time."

Robert's eyebrows raised slightly. "Nexus is certainly making waves in the industry." He paused, studying you intently. "I have to admit, I'm a bit disappointed. I was looking forward to seeing what you could bring to Hansen Global. But I do respect your loyalty - it’s a trait I value highly."

You blinked. 

Then, deciding to seize the opportunity, you asked, “Do you?” 

Robert frowned. “Pardon?”

"Do you really value loyalty?" you asked, your curiosity piqued. "I'm asking because your words don’t correlate with your treatment of your son the other night.”

A flicker of surprise and intrigue crossed Robert’s face. "You're quite bold, aren't you?" he said, his tone a mixture of amusement and wariness.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself. "At the gala, I couldn't help but notice the way you spoke about Lloyd. It seemed dismissive. Almost cruel. If loyalty is truly a trait you value, shouldn't that extend to your own son?"

Robert's jaw tightened, but you pressed on, your voice calm and steady. "Lloyd has worked tirelessly for Hansen Global. He's known for his dedication, his work ethic, and his ability to close deals. Yet, from what I observed, you seemed quick to dismiss his value and question his competence."

You paused, meeting Robert's steely gaze. "I understand that family dynamics can be complex, especially in a business setting. But he chose to forge his career at Hansen, knowing it would be an uphill battle, because he wanted to be part of one of the best companies in the public relations industry despite the criticism he knew he would get from people thinking he’s only there because of his last name.”

Robert's expression remained impassive for a long moment as he considered your words. Then, to your surprise, a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. 

"You're not wrong," he said, his voice low. "My relationship with Lloyd is complex. But I like your candor. It's refreshing to meet someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind, especially to the CEO of a global corporation."

He paused, his eyes searching yours. "You remind me a bit of Lloyd's mother. She never hesitated to call me out when she thought I was being unfair or shortsighted."

You blinked, caught off guard by the personal turn in the conversation. "Thank you, I think?" 

Robert chuckled, a warm sound that seemed at odds with his imposing presence. "It's a compliment, I assure you. Celia was a force to be reckoned with, a match well-suited for me.”

He fixed you with an intense gaze. "You seem to have formed quite an opinion of my son.”

You felt a flutter of nervousness in your stomach, unsure of where this conversation was heading. "I've gotten to know Lloyd over the course of this conference. He's intelligent, driven, and far more complex than people give him credit for."

Robert's eyes narrowed slightly, a calculating look crossing his face. "And what exactly is the nature of your relationship with my son?" 

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. The truth was, you weren't entirely certain yourself. Your connection with Lloyd was still new, undefined, and complicated by your professional lives. 

"We've become... friends," you said carefully. 

Robert raised an eyebrow, clearly not entirely convinced by your answer. He opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could, a familiar voice cut through the tension. 

"There you are, princess. I've been looking for you." 

Lloyd strode towards you, his presence immediately commanding attention. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His blue eyes were sharp and alert, taking in the situation.

His timing was too perfect, and so you couldn't help but wonder how much of the conversation with his father he had overheard.

"Lloyd," Robert acknowledged, his tone neutral. "I was just having an interesting chat with your... friend here." 

Lloyd's eyes flickered between you and his father. "You mean my girlfriend," he said, his voice carefully controlled. He moved to stand beside you, his arm slipping around your waist.

You felt a solid warmth spread through you at the gesture, not needing it, but grateful for his presence all the same. 

"Yes," Robert replied, his steely gaze now fixed on his son. "She was just explaining to me why she chose Nexus over Hansen Global. Quite passionately, I might add." 

Lloyd's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. "Was she now? I'm sure that was an enlightening conversation." 

Robert's gaze shifted between the two of you, his expression unreadable. "Indeed it was. She has strong opinions about loyalty and family dynamics."

You felt Lloyd's hand tense slightly on your waist, but his voice remained steady. "She's not wrong," he said, echoing his father's earlier words. "And I appreciate her willingness to speak her mind." 

Robert nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving Lloyd's face. "As do I. It's a valuable trait in both business and personal relationships." 

An awkward silence fell between the three of you, the tension palpable. You glanced between father and son, noting the similarities in their strong jawlines and piercing gazes. 

Finally, Robert broke the silence. "Lloyd," he began, his tone softening slightly, "you certainly don't need her to advocate for you, but she did anyway. She's fierce and holds her ground. I like her even more than before." His eyes flickered to you, a hint of approval in his gaze. "You have my blessing."

Lloyd's eyebrows shot up in surprise, his hand tightening reflexively on your waist. "Your blessing?" he repeated, a note of disbelief in his voice. “I don’t need your blessing.”

Robert nodded, a wry smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "And yet you have it!”

Lloyd's jaw tightened, his posture stiffening slightly. "Well, that's unexpected," he said, his tone carefully neutral. You could sense a mix of emotions simmering beneath the surface.

Robert smirked. "Life is full of surprises, son. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a flight to catch." He turned to you, inclining his head slightly. "It was a pleasure speaking with you once more. I imagine our paths will cross again soon."

With that, Robert strode away, leaving you and Lloyd standing in stunned silence. You watched as Lloyd's father disappeared into the bustling lobby, his commanding presence parting the crowd effortlessly. 

Lloyd remained quiet, his arm still around your waist. The bustling lobby faded somewhat as you stood there, acutely aware of the tension radiating from him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes distant as he stared after his father's retreating form. You could practically see the gears turning in his head, and you wondered if the last five minutes had altered things in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

Had you overstepped? Was Lloyd upset that you'd spoken to his father about him? You'd only known Lloyd for a short time, after all. 

The doubt crept in, insidious and persistent, rooting so quickly in the pit of your stomach. 

And yet you know you wouldn’t have said anything different to Robert.

Short time or not, the connection the two of you had forged the first night at Versailles had set a unique foundation, made more interesting and intricate as you’d circled each other as rivals, shared your moments together the night of the gala, flirted and butted heads yesterday morning, before culminating in the intimacy of both the sex and the conversations last night and this morning. 

Finally, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you broke the silence. "Lloyd?" you ventured hesitantly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Are you okay?"

He remained quiet for a moment longer, his gaze still fixed on the spot where his father had disappeared. 

Just as you were about to apologize, to try and salvage what you feared you might have broken, Lloyd turned to face you. 

And then he kissed you forcefully, lips crashing into yours, passionate and urgent. His arms circled around you. You melted into him, your hands clutching at his chest as you returned the kiss with equal fervor.

When you finally broke apart, both breathless, Lloyd rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds right there in the middle of the hotel lobby. His blue eyes were intense, and they locked into your soul. 

"You," he said, his voice low and husky, "are incredible."

You blinked, surprised by his reaction. "I... what?" 

"You took my father to task, unprovoked. For me. Without even knowing I was there."

“Wait, how much did you hear?”

“Nearly every word,” Lloyd chuckled, the sound warm and genuine. “I was sitting just over there waiting for you and Maggie to be done. I was interested in seeing what my father would say to you, but then you’re the one who put on a show.”

“It wasn’t a show,” you argued.

"No, bad word choice. It very clearly wasn't any kind of performance. You were genuine, passionate, and fearless." Lloyd's eyes shone with admiration. "Do you have any idea how rare that is? To have someone defend me like that, especially to my father? Try almost never."

You felt heat creep up your neck. "I only said what I thought."

Lloyd shook his head, a hint of wonder in his expression. "You're something else, princess."

"Well, I'm not most people," you replied, a small smile playing on your lips. 

"No," Lloyd agreed, his voice soft. "You certainly aren't." 

You bit your lip. “I should go.”

“To the airport?”

You nodded. 

“You could stay,” he said, “fly back with me.”

Your heart stuttered.

You wanted to.

It was nearly the same invitation he’d made to you that first night when you’d left just before midnight at Versailles. 

“One more night,” he pressed. 

“Only one more night?”

“Here, yeah. Then so many more when we get back to New York. You know, the ever after part of happily ever after to wrap up the whole Cinderella thing.”

You laughed. “You’ve got a deal, Prince Charming.”

He rolled his eyes, but pulled you in to seal it with a kiss. 

Y'ALL! THIS IS IT! WE MADE IT TO THE END! Can you believe it?

Your comments on every chapter honestly sustained me and made this infinitely more fun to write! I knew it was an unconventional choice to cast Lloyd as our Prince Charming here, but - as I've said in a few responses - that's part of what made it so irresistible and fun for me and my muse.

A year ago I wouldn't have thought I'd be writing so much Lloyd... definitely not a 50k fic! Because... that's where we landed with this! 🤣 50.5k in total.

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[californiannostalgia]

Things I noticed on my Pacific Rim rewatch:

1. Raleigh had his left arm ripped off while he was piloting the left hemisphere, then had his right arm and leg shredded while he was piloting the right hemisphere. Holy fuck he has been through it. His resilience and battle focus is enough to be recognized by Pentecost, whose solo Tokyo battle was three hours long.

2. Implied that Hercules Hansen was one of the OGs, like Cherno Alpha. Wonder what happened to his copilot before he began drifting with his son. Wonder what happened to the Jaeger he piloted before Striker Eureka.

3. Pentecost says he carries nothing into the drift, but that just means he knows how to match with anyone, right? Wonder what that final drift was like in Chuck Hansen's head.

4. Tendo Choi is in command of the bridge when neither Pentecost nor Herc Hansen is present. I forgot that he reverts to Cantonese in stress situations, love these details.

5. I enjoy the bilinguals of this film. Also really interesting choice to focus on the western rim of the Pacific Ocean: Australians, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, and a badass Marshal who strikes deals with the black market and literally anyone else who will fund the Jaeger program. We get to have industrial apocalypse, alien thriller, and cyberpunk in one film. (Side question: are the Americas' coastlines devastated?)

6. Mako's expressions are so. Agh. Her face shows what she's feeling with unshielded honesty (she feels so much, like Raleigh) but she carries herself like Pentecost: deliberate, controlled. Very much his student (daughter).

7. Newt and Hermann are obsessed with their scientific theories being right, even if it means the possible doom of humankind. Iconic Academics. Also they must be important enough to have helicopters on call, since they run out of one to get to the bridge in time for the final fight.

8. Final goodbyes between Stacker Pentecost and Mako Mori.

9. Mako and Raleigh are two of many orphans who had no intention of surviving the war that took their families. Raleigh's last sacrifice was simultaneously the most selfless and selfish thing to do. Good for him to have survived, Mako would've found it hard to forgive him.

10. "Stop the clock."

[ronearoundblindly]

Made up fic title: ...and action!

From this ask game. It's amateur pornstar!Lloyd time!

[For a hot sec, I did think of Steve just being terrible at doing a commercial, BUT he was only good when he had the '40s Cap bravado on stage and in those Youth Lessons videos played at Peter Parker's school. So we are going the way funnier route of Lloyd embracing his horridness and straight up f**king for fame.]

Warnings for--you guessed it--sexual situations and smut lol. MINORS DNI. This post is not for you, bebes.

He plays a home inspector; you're a housewife in the middle of a divorce and trying to get whatever money you can out of the sale for this house. Lloyd is 'amateur' because this is a side gig that promises not money but getting off (both physically and egotistically), and he does not give a shit about the premise or lines.

The script calls for fucking you in every room. That's good enough for him.

Since there's intentionally not a love connection, even better, and Lloyd really leans into demeaning dirty talk which has you crying on his cock, bent over the kitchen island as he makes you repeat what he said was wrong.

GDFIs. You need to put GDFIs by the sink. For safety.

"You're not fucking safe, though, are you? Got nobody to spread these thick thighs for once this loser's gone, huh?" He slaps your ass and pulls out. "Next room, pumpkin."

He's surprised you last as long as you do before coming with a scream mid-dialogue. Lloyd improvises holding you on his cock so you don't fall off the fucking settee, and this tiny, genuine 'thank you' escapes you, eyes locked with his, before continuing as planned. Shit, he's not sure whether that meant thanks for the save or thanks for the orgasm, but he'll take either.

There's one instance he got soooo close to blowing his load early when you came on command--purposefully, scripted--but the reaction of your cunt was glorious and forceful. He's never made himself pull out before. He's never had a reason to delay. He's really, real-life mad he had to deny himself that, and he takes it out on you for the rest of the shoot.

Lloyd's just that little bit more mean, more intense, more evilly intimate. He can tell you are sincere when begging him to slow down, to give you a moment, but he doesn't. He knows you're going to come again, knows you'll probably squirt after that last water break had you chugging a whole bottle, and knows the camera is exactly where it needs to be.

Amateur? Sure. Grade A Fucker anyway? You bet your sweet, juicy ass he is.

You're...welcome????

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Feeling Blue Without You - Lloyd Hansen

Summary: Working at Hansen Security can be stressful. What would happen if you left?

Words Count: 2,365

Warning: None

Author's Note: Hello, everyone; this one-shot is for the Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge hosted by @hansensgirl and @cuttlefjsh. I chose the prompt: "Now, I'm gonna stop you right there, cupcake."

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“Sir, we need backup,” the agent said urgently to his boss, Lloyd Hansen, the head of Hansen Security. They were pinned down and surrounded by their opponents.

Standing before him, Lloyd clenched his jaw and grabbed his comm. “Send the reaper drone,” he commanded.

“No,” came the reply.

Lloyd's eyes narrowed. “No?”

‘BANG!’

A bullet whizzed past, forcing Lloyd to duck. “Can you hear that? They're shooting at us!” he barked into the comm.

“I did. I saw everything.”

“Then send the fucking drone!” Lloyd demanded, his voice rising in desperation.

“No. The air force won’t let us borrow the drone again since you destroyed it last time,” the voice replied coolly.

Lloyd rolled his eyes, frustration boiling over.

‘BANG!’

He ducked again, muttering a curse. “I'm dying here. If you don't want to use the drone, then what's the alternative?”

“I already sent one,” the voice replied.

“What?! A miracle?” Lloyd's voice dripped with sarcasm and desperation.

“1,” the voice started to count.

“What are you doing?” Lloyd snapped, glancing around nervously.

“2,” the voice continued.

“What does that even mean?” Lloyd demanded, his grip tightening on his weapon.

“3.”

“BOOM!”

In an instant, a missile landed, obliterating their opponents. The shockwave knocked Lloyd off his feet. He wiped the dirt from his eyes, coughing.

“Can you tell me beforehand?” he shouted into the comm, exasperated.

“I did, but no one replied,” the voice said, a hint of amusement in the tone.

Lloyd took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. “I'm sorry. If you were here, you’d understand that no one could answer you because we were trying to hide from everyone shooting at us!”

“I'm sorry,” the voice replied, more sincerely this time.

“Fine. At least you made a good decision. Just don’t let it happen again,” Lloyd growled.

“Now send an aircraft to pick us up,” he ordered.

“It’s already on the way,” the voice replied.

“Good,” Lloyd muttered before turning off his ear comm. He sighed heavily, feeling more exhausted from the conversation than the fight.

Compared to Lloyd’s precarious situation, the person on the other end was in a much safer location.

“He’s a little bit angry, but at least we avoided any casualties,” one of the IT team members said, glancing up from their console.

“That’s what I aim for. Less paperwork too,” you replied, a hint of satisfaction in your voice.

You took off your ear comm and set it down on the table. “And we can get more bonuses.”

“Yes,” everyone nodded in agreement. Working at Hansen Security was stressful and dangerous, but the high salary made it worthwhile, especially with you.

Since you became the damage control advisor, the job has become less stressful because the team could depend on you to handle Lloyd’s wrath. Your nickname, "Raven," truly lived up to its reputation.

You used to work in the CIA, but even the corrupt officers there found you too irritating. So, they sent you to the most annoying person they could think of—Lloyd Hansen.

Even Lloyd couldn't stand you. Since you arrived, he found himself unable to do whatever he wanted. He used to revel in his freedom, operating without constraints. Now, there were rules and regulations, and you enforced them rigorously.

Lloyd frowned as he recalled the changes you'd implemented: no more casualties, no more shooting innocent civilians, no more reckless actions. He scoffed, shaking his head. He used to thrive in chaos, but you had stopped that.

Since you came on board, Lloyd has noticed that the calls from Carmichael or Susan have stopped. He used to hear, “Lloyd, keep it down,” or “Lloyd, what are you doing?” almost daily. Now, there was silence on that front.

He grimaced, remembering how he'd been forced to adjust his tactics. He clenched his fists, feeling the constraints you'd placed on him. He couldn't stand the way you had imposed order on his operations.

You, meanwhile, were fully aware of Lloyd’s resentment. As you leaned back in your chair, you glanced at the team, seeing the relief in their eyes. They appreciated the structure and safety you brought, even if Lloyd didn’t.

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Lloyd arrived back at the mansion, dragging his feet because of the wound. “Shit. I need a medic,” he groaned.

“They’re taking care of the others who really need it,” you replied, your tone matter-of-fact.

Lloyd fell silent, realizing that it was only you to help. You were already standing there, holding a medic kit. “Don’t scare me like that,” Lloyd holding his chest.

“You? Impossible,” you scoffed as you cut his pants with scissors to address his wound.

“Geez, you reject going on a date with me but are eager to rip my pants,” Lloyd quipped, wincing as you applied antiseptic.

“Well, if we can’t be lovers, at least we’re good partners in crime,” you shot back.

Lloyd smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “How do I look? Do I look handsome?” he asked, a hint of playfulness in his voice.

You raised your eyebrows, used to his random questions. “You have a muscular body and a good-looking face. You’re good in every outfit.”

Lloyd fell silent for a moment, then leaned closer to you, his expression serious. “Don’t say those kinds of words to anyone else—man, woman, I don’t care. Just me. Alright?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, whatever you say, Lloyd.”

Despite the banter, there was a palpable tension between you two. It was clear you both hated and cared for each other at the same time.

As you finished bandaging his wound, Lloyd watched you with a mix of irritation and appreciation. “You’re good at this,” he muttered.

“Better than bleeding out,” you replied, standing up and packing the kit.

The others nearby were already used to your dynamic. They exchanged knowing glances but didn’t interfere. This was just another day at Hansen Security—filled with banter and tension, but always under control.

“Try not to get shot next time,” you said, turning to leave.

“Try not to worry about me so much,” Lloyd said, smirking.

🍸🍸🍸🍸

After an exhausting day, you always head to the bar to ease your stress. Swirling the ice cubes in your whiskey, you find a small semblance of relaxation in the motion.

Working in damage control with Hansen Security is stressful and demanding, and you often wonder what would have happened if you had never accepted the job.

“Are you really that stressed?”

You’re startled by the familiar voice and look up to see Susan standing beside you.

“Today I just stopped an unnecessary war. If you think that's not stressful, sure,” you reply, your tone dripping with sarcasm as you take a sip of your drink.

Susan makes an ‘ooh’ sound, clearly impressed with your ability to tame Lloyd. She pulls up a stool and sits next to you, her eyes studying your face.

“Perhaps I can help ease your burden,” she says, her voice softening.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Hmm?”

“Our boss wants to hire you to work at headquarters. He likes the way you limit the damage Lloyd makes,” Susan explains, her eyes shining with excitement.

“Really?!” you exclaim, a wave of relief washing over you. “When can I go there?”

“Anytime you want,” Susan replies with a smile.

Without hesitation, you down the rest of your whiskey and stand up, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. You grab your jacket, a newfound energy propelling you forward.

💥💥💥💥💥

Lloyd had just come back, and the atmosphere inside the mansion felt different. Had someone been here? He was sure of it. “Susan, what the heck are you doing here?” he demanded, storming into the room.

“I’m the new damage control advisor,” Susan replied calmly, standing her ground.

“Oh, hell no. Where is she?” Lloyd’s voice was sharp, almost frantic.

Susan’s expression remained neutral. “She’s working with the boss now.”

“Without my permission?!” Lloyd’s voice rose, his anger palpable.

Susan was taken aback. She hadn’t expected him to be this furious. She shrugged her shoulders, trying to stay composed. “Don’t blame me. It was the higher-ups who wanted her.”

“She also gave her resignation letter,” she informed him.

Lloyd stood there, stunned. You had just left without saying anything? He couldn’t believe it.

That night, Lloyd couldn't sleep. He never thought he would feel so blue after you left. When you first started working with him, you were a nuisance, always blocking every plan he made. He hated you for it.

But as time went by, your presence became indispensable for both the job and him. He liked to tease and flirt with you, even though it was futile since you never broke your cold demeanor.

Now, with Susan replacing you, he knew she was waiting for him to fail. She didn’t care if he made mistakes. She wanted him to be ruined. She didn’t care if the mission succeeded or failed.

Unlike you, who were strict but cared for him, watching out for his safety and the success of the mission.

Lloyd sat on the edge of his bed, staring into the darkness. He realized just how much he had relied on you, not just for your skills but for your unwavering dedication. He ran a hand through his hair, frustration and sadness mixing within him. He missed your stern yet caring presence, and it gnawed at him that he hadn’t appreciated you more when you were there.

Susan might be in your position now, but she could never replace what you brought to the team or him.

🏢🏢🏢🏢🏢

Lloyd stormed through the office, pushing away the secretary and security guards who tried to stop him from entering Monsieur Francis' office room.

“Mr. Hansen. What do I owe the pleasure of this abrupt visit?” Monsieur Francis, the French millionaire and main sponsor of Hansen Security, looked up calmly.

“I want her back,” Lloyd stated firmly.

Monsieur Francis leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. He had always needed Hansen Security to clear his path but despised the chaos and repair bills Lloyd often caused.

“But she likes it here. It's less stressful,” Monsieur Francis replied diplomatically.

Lloyd slammed his fist on the glass table, causing it to crack. “No one can replace her.”

Monsieur Francis raised an eyebrow, maintaining his composure. “There’s nothing I can do. She came here of her own accord, and we welcomed a talented person like her with open arms.”

Lloyd's voice hardened. “Let her go, or I will expose all your misdeeds to the world. Everyone will be shocked to learn that the philanthropist has blood on his hands.”

Monsieur Francis clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. “Leave. Before I change my mind. This is the last time you disrespect me.”

Gritting his teeth, Lloyd turned and stormed out of the office, leaving Monsieur Francis behind.

Lloyd leaned against the wall in the hallway, his chest heaving with frustration and anger. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling defeated. He knew threatening Monsieur Francis was risky, but he was desperate to bring you back.

🧁🧁🧁🧁🧁

Clueless about what was happening on the top floor, you were in the midst of a meeting with your new team. It felt surprisingly relaxing compared to your time at Hansen Security. The atmosphere was blissful, and you were starting to feel a sense of ease in your new role.

Suddenly, the door burst open, startling everyone in the room. All eyes turned as Lloyd stormed in, his expression furious. You stood up in shock as he grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the building, leaving the room in stunned silence.

“Lloyd, let go,” you demanded, trying to free your hand from his grip.

“If you don’t want me to make a scene here, just be quiet,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes darting around at the onlookers.

“I don’t want to work with you,” you asserted firmly, your voice tinged with frustration.

“Now, I’m gonna stop you right there, cupcake,” Lloyd retorted, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

“Stop calling me that,” you snapped, remembering the time he had discovered your pajamas with cupcake patterns and found it amusing.

“You don’t belong here. Like it or not, you’re going to stay close to me. Didn’t you say we’re perfect partners in crime?” Lloyd’s voice was insistent, almost pleading.

Damn, this man, you thought, feeling both frustrated and reluctantly intrigued. You couldn't seem to escape him.

Lloyd's jaw was clenched, his eyes searching yours with a mix of determination and vulnerability. He took a step closer, closing the physical gap between you, his presence commanding attention.

“Lloyd, this isn’t—” you started, but he cut you off with a shake of his head.

“Just... stay close,” he implored softly, his voice rough with emotion.

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze. Despite your better judgment, there was an undeniable pull towards him—a magnetic force that defied logic and reason.

“I...” you began, uncertain how to respond, your own emotions in turmoil.

Lloyd reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against yours. The touch sent a shiver down your spine, igniting a spark of something unspoken between you.

As you stood there, caught in the charged atmosphere, you realized that resisting Lloyd was futile. Whatever lay ahead, this moment marked a turning point—a shift towards a future where boundaries blurred, and the lines between duty and desire became increasingly intertwined.

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Summary: It was meant to be a light hearted joke when Y/n had declared that she and Lloyd were married after he had put his insignia band in her ring finger. Little did the younger one know, the humour had not been mutual. 

Pairing: Mafia Ex-Boyfriend Lloyd Hansen | Naive!Reader.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Lloyd Hansen. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Noncon/dubcon, Lloyd, gun play, dacryphilia, fear kink, age gap, house wife kink, husband kink, wife kink, slight breeding kink, boot riding, degradation, humiliation, dumbification, probably misogyny, pet names. The reader also pees herself out of fear. 

Note: English is not my first language but whoring is and so this came to me when I was literally half asleep at like 6 in the morning. Please be nice or don't say anything. Feedback (that isn't straight up hate) is always much appreciated!

MASTERLIST 

"Hey, baby sunshine" the near slur in his words caused her eyes to roll. 

"God, hold your horses, I am coming!" Y/n yelled at the door in annoyance as she trudged her tired feet to it. "Hold your horses!" She had had a long day so she couldn't be bothered with the peep hole, clicking the locks open as she prepared herself for the crazy lady that lived across the hall since no one else could rival how she could bang doors. It didn't help that she seemed to have a personal vendetta against the young female. "Wha-" her words locked up in her throat at the sight that awaited her behind the door. 

Come on. 

Not this again. 

Could this day end already?

"What do you want, Lloyd?" Raising an eyebrow at her ex to express her annoyance with the unexpected visit, the female crossed her arms over her chest as she awaited a response. 

"Can I come in?" 

"Can you?" The sadist pulled the saddest eyes he could and coupled it with a kicked puppy expression. Though the girl knew he was anything but. 

"Come on, bunny. We had a life" Lloyd tried his best persuasive tone that did not do anything for him since the only way he knew to talk was his commanding and authoritative usual. 

Always expecting obedience. 

"Correct, Lloyd. We had a life" she stepped back and wrapped her arms along the edge of the door. "And it's over" his foot stuck between it and the frame to restrict it from closing. The female sighed as she looked up at him with tired and pleading eyes. "Leave." 

"Five minutes?" If it weren't Y/n giving him the attitude -that he frankly could not fathom why she was-, he was sure he had already pushed them to their knees, broken them into submission and probably put them out of their misery. 

He could never lay an ill spirited finger on her. 

Not his little sunshine, no. 

Everything Lloyd did ever since meeting her was for them.

For her good.

Whether she liked it or not. 

"Lloyd." Her tone was clipped. 

"I am not leaving here until you do" the determination in his voice was clear. 

In the year she had dated him, Y/n knew he could be awfully stubborn if he really put his foot down. 

"Five minutes." She couldn't help but sigh after the warning before leaving the door for him to enter and walking to the living room to plop on one of the couches. 

Lloyd snorted as he took a seat besides her, causing the female to uncomfortably scoot over. 

"So, what? Now your husband is so bad that you won't even offer him a glass of water when he comes home?" I fucking knew it. The moment he wormed his way into her walls and got what he wanted, he was back to that taunting and cocky default tone of his. 

"What the hell are you on about, now?" Y/n turned to look at him, confused. "What is this new–"

"This," she nearly jumped when he reached for her hand and pulled it out of its lock over her chest, propping one digit under her ring finger to make it stand out amongst the others even more. "Remember this?" His insignia ring twinkled under the lights. 

Fuck. 

Wearing it had become such a habit that she hadn't even noticed it in the past week that had followed the break up after the girl had accidentally watched a footage of him torturing– no, tormenting a suspect when looking for something on the computer in his study. Though Y/n used the unit often, it was an established rule to not access his work files and folders but this one had been on the desktop. The date showed that it was recent. 

Betrayal had filled her veins as she had watched it with wide eyes in horror. Lloyd had told her that he was a businessman that funded government operations hence the mysterious agents that visited him in his study every once in a while. But this, it changed everything. 

Not only was he a liar, but the video showed how sadistic and brutal he was. Y/n could almost not recognize the man enjoying the pain he was inflicting on the bound man begging for mercy. 

She could not live with a man like that. 

It was horrifying to think that she had been doing so for over a year at that point. 

Memories flooded her brain as she looked up in his deep blue eyes, fear filling her senses the more his grip on her hand tightened.

Placing the massive bowl of nachos away that Y/n had failed to finish besides them, she wiped her fingers on one of the napkins on the table in front of her and Lloyd in the fancy entertainment room that he had in his mansion. She shook her head at the bowl as she leaned back against his chest and let him wrap his built arms around her form, perching his chin on the top of her head as he watched the movie that was playing on the huge screen in front of them. 

She had told him that she liked to eat nachos while watching movies. So he had the house help prepare an entire pots' worth for her. And now at least half remained. The girl sighed and finally looked away from the delicious bowl and onto the screen. But it was some old movie that Lloyd swore was a masterpiece but she couldn't really understand the hype. 

Her eyes travelled down to his thick arms now, fingers tracing the bulging veins. The action caused the male to press a kiss to her head which resulted in a surge of hundreds of butterflies in her stomach. 

Y/n's lips quirked up as she felt the ring he wore on his pinky finger now, toying with it for a bit before she pulled it off his finger and put it on hers with a mischievous smile. 

"What?" Her lips pouted as she furrowed her eyebrows. It didn't fit her smallest finger like his. She jabbed it back and forth to try and make it fit somehow but the ring hung loosely near her knuckle. "Ugh!"

"Your finger is smaller than Daddy's, baby" Lloyd's mustache tickled the shell of her ear as he took her hands in his and pulled the ring off. "Must be because you're such a tiny little bunny compared to him" she blushed and bit her lip. 

He loved to make her feel the smallest he could. 

"There we go, all fit and pretty" he pressed a kiss to her temple after sliding it on her ring finger where the ring locked comfortably against her skin almost as though they were meant for each other. 

"Oopsie!" Y/n giggled as she tilted her head back to look at him. "We are married now!" 

Lloyd had an amused smile on his face. "Nothing oopsie about that, little bunny" and he sealed it with a kiss. 

"Agreed." The younger blushed harder as she giggled again due to how his mustache tickled her upper lip. 

"That was then." Y/n replied back coldly as she pulled her hands from his. "Now is now. And it's different." Trying her best to suppress the shudder threatening to break its way into her voice, she went to pull the ring off. "You-"

"Don't." His darkening eyes locked on her fingers and tone became one of warning. "Y/n Y/L/N, do not." 

Who did he think he was? Her lips turned into a firm line as she ripped the ring off her finger angrily. 

"You lied to me- LLOYD!" Before the jewellery could completely come off her finger, the man had pounced onto her. "STOP! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!" Terror filled her body as she realized that her strength was no match to his. 

Lloyd calmly pushed the ring back down on her finger. "Would you calm the fuck down already?" His tone was one that he had never used with her before. Cold droplets of sweat trickled down her back.

It was similar to the one he had been using in the video. 

"P- Please." 

"You didn't even give me a chance, sunshine. Good wives don't do that" his eyes were crazed as he caressed her fingers with no regard to her visibly upset state. "You just up and left with a silly little note while I was on the other side of the world working so hard for us and our future family like a loving husband." He sounded cross but still kissed the ring. 

"You lied to me" Y/n could only whisper back, the only man she could see in front of her the one from the video. 

"For us." His eyes finally flickered up to meet hers. "It was for your own good, bunny." When she tried to struggle, his jaw clenched and he pulled her into him before grabbing her by the jaw. His patience was wearing thin. How dare she? "And I would really appreciate it if you quit acting like I am some amateur criminal. I work for the government and I am an agent." Inching her face closer to his, he brushed their noses together before pecking her lips. "And a damn good one at that."

"No." He chuckled.

"No?" Lloyd went to pull something out of his back pocket. "You see, bunny. Dumb little wives such as you are too small to know anything wise to make decisions for themselves." Her body stilled when a bloody pistol came into her view. His other hand still held her by the jaw. "They need their husbands to show them the way. Regulate them with rules. Protect them under their wings." A strangled cry escaped the girl when he thought the barrel to her lips. 

"Good little wives don't worry about anything other than keeping the house warm and clean for their man while he takes care of the rest. They are supportive and obedient." Her teeth started to chatter when he caressed her cheek with the weapon. "I thought you were a good wife too. But the little antic you pulled last week proved that there is much training ahead of you." Y/n could not recognize the man in front of her. 

He was the polar opposite of the one she had lived with and loved for a whole year. 

"L- Lloyd…"

"Yes, sunshine?" The male looked perfectly comfortable. 

"Y- You're scaring me" hot tears spilled from her eyes. 

"It is for your own good, little bunny." The tip of the gun traced the shape of her lips now. "You need to learn your place here. You want the truth, right? I will not only tell you but I'll show you it." A whimper escaped her as she silently cried in disbelief. Her tears did not seem to move him in the slightest. 

"Kiss it" Lloyd's demand caused her heart rate to thunder faster. The barrel pressed against her lips. "Show me that you are a trusting and obedient wife who trusts her husband with her safety and wellbeing." The female's body jumped when he thrusted the cold metal against her sealed mouth. "Do it."

Y/n trembled as her hands hung uselessly at her sides. The girl didn't know much about weapons but she knew nothing was faster than a bullet. Although it was something about his mannerisms that indicated that he wouldn't actually pull it. The happy memories of their past resurfaced. He had never hurt her after all.

"Come on" he tried to pry open her mouth with the tip. "Don't make this any worse for yourself than you already have, sunshine." The darkness in his warning had her open her mouth and finally conform to his wishes by pressing a shaky kiss to the weapon.

Lloyd smiled as his dark blue eyes flickered to her luscious lips and then to her teary eyes. "Ah," her eyes widened when he took her slightly parted lips as an invitation to push the barrel of the gun inside her mouth. Y/n tried to back away, the man restricted her from doing so by grabbing her by the throat with his other hand. "You always did look the prettiest when you were crying for me" now his eyes sickeningly travelled down her neck and over the valley of her boobs that was visible from the loose t-shirt that she was wearing, then they went down her stomach and onto the shorts that were increasingly becoming damp from the middle, a hot liquid oozing past the fabric. 

The male threw his head back and laughed out loud. "Oh, bunny. Look at you pissing yourself like a scared little mutt!" Her already red and distressed face now burnt even hotter as the stretch that the gun was causing produced a pang of pain in her jaw. "See? This is why you need your husband to protect you. Because you are so small and helpless on your own… right?" His fingers tightened around her throat as he slowly rocked the barrel in and out of her mouth. "Hm?" The girl slowly nodded in response as she realized there was no way out of this. 

Lloyd sighed as he released her air duct but kept his fingers around her throat still, scanning her face and her body. "This is how long it would have taken us to sort it out, bunny. But you had to go ahead and make it hard for the both of us." Taking the weapon out of her mouth, he caressed one of her cheeks with the barrel. "You know I never did like punishing you" but the man in the video definitely would. 

"P- Please… Please…" Y/n whispered pleadingly. "Please…" 

"You ready to be a good girl for me again?" It was the love in his tone and sheer disregard for her horror stricken state that proved that this man, indeed, was the one from the video. 

She had no choice but to nod. "Y- Yes…" Just don't hurt me. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes… Daddy" he snorted and shook his head before nodding towards the ring glinting in her finger. 

"What's that make me?" She whimpered as a hiccup trembled its way out of her. 

"... H- Husband…" 

"Good girl…" Pulling her closer, he pressed his lips to hers in a rewarding manner -ever the narcissist- before continuing. "You are to call me that or hubby from now on, okay? The only exception will be Daddy. No using my name. Good little wives show respect." He dangled her body left and right by the throat. "Is that understood? Or does your tiny wife brain need me to explain it some more?" 

"I- I understand" she clenched her jaw when he raised an eyebrow at her. "... H- Hubby…" 

"Hmmm" Lloyd lazily eye fucked her again, unbothered by the fact that she had pissed herself a few minutes prior. He was used to much worse. "Now show me what's mine. Tsk, these clothes do nothing for you, bunny. Besides, you know you're only allowed to wear my shirts for pjs, what is this?" Moving her in front of him on the floor, he leaned back. "Tsk, tsk, bunny. I didn't think it was necessary since you used to behave so well but now I am positive that you need proper training." The man shook his head because even he knew that training with him was no easy thing. He had broken many little girls and boys while doing so. 

Though none had kept him drawn for this long. 

They eventually bored him out. 

Lloyd had never wanted to put any of them in a pretty dress and fill their tummies with his babies to have them waddle around his kitchen.

Y/n was different. 

"I don't have all day for this, sunshine." The girl hung her head low as she trembled under his piercing gaze, fingers grabbing the gem of the oversized shirt before she pulled it off. "Hmmm… my favorite fuck handles" the sight caused the male's cock to harden as he reached for her breasts and felt them both in turns, squeezing and spanking them before teasing her erecting nipples. "Fuck, sunshine. I missed you so much." Y/n blinked through her tears as she slid her wet shorts off her legs next, the reminder of the cause of the dampness making her face burn in embarrassment. 

"Hmmm. Look at how pretty you look, baby. All submissive and mum for me." Pulling her closer by a pinch on one of her nipples, he started to stroke her cheek with the gun again. The terror in her eyes whenever he did so thrilled him. "This is your true place. Good and pretty for me on your knees. Your only purpose is to keep me happy and my balls empty." The degrading words burnt her face. A chill ran down her back upon realization. The filthy and humiliating words he used to utter during their passionate episodes weren't just nothings. He actually meant every one of them. 

This was proof. 

"You do that, you'll be the happiest and most protected little wife in the whole world." Lloyd pushed the barrel back in her mouth and one of his boot clad feet between her lungs. Y/n whimpered in response. 

"Remember how much you used to love to suck my cock? Sometimes that was all you wanted to do for hours at a time" his foot teased her damp folds. "You remember, don't you?" The ruthless twist of a nipple had her nodding as her back arched in pain. "It's a pity that you can't have it anymore since you've become such a misbehaving little girl just because work took a bit longer than expected" in his world, whatever he said was the truth. "But since I am such a caring husband and I know how much you love sucking cock…" Her stomach twisted from how he was rubbing the top of his foot against her pussy as he thrusted the barrel in and out of her mouth. 

She tried to mumble his name through the mouthful to plead but the man refused to acknowledge any of it. 

"I have always loved you just the way you are but I really think you should learn to be more grateful, you know? Because look at me…" When Lloyd kept on the pretense that he couldn't hear her pleas and instead reached the back of her throat with the gun, Y/n hurriedly started to bob her up back and forth. "You betrayed me, you left me without giving me a chance to explain myself and then refused to let me in like you are big enough to make any decisions, yet I am treating you so well. Doesn't this call for appreciation and respect for your husband?" The female whimpered against the weapon, feeling heat form between her hips as they started to sway along his foot. 

"God, Y/n," he chuckled deeply, pearly white teeth coming out on full display. "You're such a pathetic cockwhore. Sucking a gun that can go off any second while fucking yourself on my shoe like a horn bunny." The man reached for her hair now, fingers snaking through a handful of the pieces on the top of her head before he gave a humiliating jerk to it, eliciting a gasp out of the female who was confused, scared, shivering and aroused all at the same time. "This is where you belong, sunshine; at my mercy between my legs. Your only job is to worship me because your little brain is too small to do anything else… right?" Lloyd forced her to nod her head by the hold he had on her hair. "Right?" He drew his words out tauntingly before nodding himself. "Atta girl." 

Sense was starting to desert a moaning and sobbing Y/n as she struggled to decide whether this was scaring her or exciting her. As the knots in her stomach tightened, her insides churned but pussy clenched at the thought that maybe it was both. The danger, the fear, the loss of power coupled with the stretch in her mouth and stimulation against her folds was clouding up her head. 

It was Lloyd after all.

He wouldn't actually hurt her. 

… Right? 

Her conscience trembled its way out and away from her along with the moans she was letting out, the burn of the leather of his shoe against the skin of her pussy lips adding to the pleasure as she stared at him with teary eyes, hands now holding onto his legs for support as she felt a spinning building up behind her eyes. 

It has been so long. 

God. He smells like himself. 

… So good.

When her eyebrows scrunched up and lips pouted in a similar way, a very turned on Lloyd opened his mouth to speak. "You wanna cum for your hubby like a good little cock whore wife, bunny?" Fuck. She looked so fragile and… scared. The tears just added to the appeal. "So needy, aren't you? Crying these pretty tears for him?" Y/n nodded before she could dwell over the rights and wrongs. "Do you deserve it?" He tugged her head back by the hair he still had a firm hold on. Her fingers tightened around his legs and nails dug into his pants as whined pleadingly, rocking herself against him faster and faster. 

"You do?" Lloyd strictly questioned in disbelief when she dared to nod although he knew it was out of desperation. No worries. A good old fashioned wife spanking would fix it. "Cum, then" he could torment her about it later, right now he needed her as vulnerable as he possibly could. It was the perfect state to brand something into someone; the process of building them back up with modifications of his liking after breaking them down completely. 

Y/n closed her mouth around the gun and sucked at it as she moaned loudly while her eyes fluttered close, cheeks hollowing to endure the intensity of the orgasm as her bodily needs had not been taken care of in a while. The girl's back arched as her thighs that he loved to bite and suck at shook from the violent surge of pleasure bolting through her whole body.

"Someone's forgotten all their manners, hm?" Y/n panted and shuddered as she looked at him through her lust drunken eyes, brain scattered. 

"T- Thank you… h- hubby" it was only when Lloyd raised a warning eyebrow did she muster up the response he had taught her a while back. Her hips moved slower now. 

"Good bunny." Finally unplugging her mouth and setting the weapon aside, the man cupped both sides of her very hot and red tear stained face as he pulled her closer and off his foot now. A snort escaped him when Y/n whined under her breath from the loss of the warmth between her legs.

"Now, you saw that video and thought that I just go around doing that to people?" He actually did go around doing just that. "And that I'd do it to you? My lovely little sunshine?" The younger whimpered as she softly pouted, feeling small and dumb. "Why? Have I ever hurt you? Did this very loaded gun go off throughout the whole episode even though it very easily could have?" His words sounded just and right. "If I wanted to, I could have very easily messed you up at any given time, bunny." Even his condescending tone didn't bother her fucked out and fear numbed mind that could only think about how nice he smelt. "But why would I? You're just my harmless little dumb cock warming bunny wife, aren't you?"

"I… I am sorry, h- hubby…" I should have given him a chance to explain. He has never hurt me. Hubby always says that whatever he does, he does it for us. 

Lloyd sighed, an expression of benevolence on his handsome face as his thumbs caressed her cheeks. "It's alright, bunny. I should have known better. Silly little pea brain wives can't be left unattended for too long. They need constant monitoring and guidance, right?" The degrading words were spoken so lovingly that the girl given her state could not even be blamed. Small silver patches and strands in his mustache and hair that were otherwise barely noticeable glinted in the lights at this proximity. 

"... Y- Yes, hubby…" Y/n's mind was blank as she leaned into his chest and closed her eyes, finally breathing in a huge whiff of his scent. 

She felt shuffling around her but she didn't bother to open her eyes. Her body was taken care of and warm tucked into his; protected. How foolish she had been! Lloyd would never hurt her! He was her hubby! 

Whether this resolution would remain branded in her mind or give way to better sense the next morning was a mystery for now. 

The man took his jacket off and wrapped her nude form in it before one of his strong arms hooked under her ass and he swung her body over his shoulder, standing up. 

"Huh?" Lloyd tucked the gun behind him in its holster. "W- What?" 

"We are going home, baby" a harsh smack on Y/n's ass accompanied his words before he headed for the door. "Tsk, silly little bunny wife. Needs husband to teach her everything."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

By His Command 3

Summary: the commander arrives. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, possible pregnancy and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

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The martha comes to fetch you as the sky dims outside the iron bars. You follow her to the kitchen where she has a sparse array of produce. A few potatoes, some leeks, and a clove of garlic. 

“You will help,” she says bluntly.

“Praise be,” you reply but receive only a sharp look.

“Peel,” she takes out a peeler and puts it before you. “We’ve had no handmaid, so a guardian delivers the produce. It is never enough.”

You nod and go to work. You drag the blade along the skin, stripping it away, and let it drop to the counter. You pick out an eye from the potato and set down the naked spud, grabbing the next. That martha chops with heavy, short thunks against the cutting board.

When you’re done, you gather up the skins. She points you to the bin and you dump them there. You rinse your hands and face her. She puts a pot on the stove, ignoring your expectant gaze. You don’t dare ask what to do next as you only feel in the way.

“We’ll do a stew, bake some fresh bread,” she instructs, “tomorrow, you will go to Loaves and Fishes so we can fill the pantry.”

“Praise be,” you agree. She sighs.

She dumps the ingredients all together in the pot, adding some pork bones for flavour in the broth and some rise to round it out. It’s better than what you got at the center but you won’t presume that you’ll share the same stock.

“Martha,” the wife enter’s in her blue dress. Long straight sleeves and cinched waist. You bow your head so your bonnet hides your face. She sidesteps you, shouldering you away without acknowledgement.

“Mrs. Hansen,” the martha falters, her previous derision gone.

“Toss the stew, we’ve received a duck from Commander Bodecker. You know he loves to hunt.”

She puts a crate on the counter. The martha reaches to slide it towards her and pulls back the cloth to peer inside. You look at your feet, wiggling your toes in your red socks.

“The Commander has returned,” the wife continues, “the table must be set.”

“I will have the handmaid do it,” the martha confirms.

“Pray that she can handle such a task,” the wife rebukes and sweeps around, strutting out without even a glance in your direction.

The martha reaches into the crate and pulls out the dead mallard. You wrinkle your nose at the mussed green feathers. You look away.

“Well, would you rather lay some spoons out or undress this?” She asks brusquely.

You go to the cupboards and pull a door open. You only find plain metal canisters. She comes over and shuts the door, opening the next to reveal the plates. You bring one down, then a second. She slides a drawer out.

“Take one for yourself. Three,” she instructs.

You wince and pull out another plate.

“When you dine with the Commander and his wife, you say nothing, you look at nothing but your plate, you eat only what they allow you,” she hisses.

“I understand.”

“If only you could.”

She counts out the cutlery and puts it atop the stack of plates.

“Napkins beside the stove. Wrap the silverware.”

You go to the drawer nearest the stove and find the pale white napkins trimmed with blue flowers. You add them to your lot and the martha points you through the archway that looks into the dining room. You hear her mutter as she turns back to the duck.

You roll up the cutlery tightly in the fabric. Like swaddling a baby. You go around, chair by chair, plate and cutlery. 

As you arrange the last, only thinking then of the glassware, a soft noise brings your head up. A man in navy blue leans in the doorway. You did not hear him or sense him. You cannot guess for how long he’s been there but you can guess at his identity.

You dip your head down and step away from the table, “Commander.”

He breaks the threshold and strides around the other side of the table. You keep your chin down, jaw locked, as you listen, don’t look. The glimpse of his face floats in your vision. Tidy combed hair and shaved sides, a trim of hair across his lip, and handsomely forged features. 

He stops behind a chair and you feel his gaze on you.

“Blessed be the fruit, Ofloyd,” he rolls the name on his tongue.

“May the Lord open,” you eke out.

He chuckles. You bite your lip. The only people who laughed were the aunts, and it often meant trouble. He grips the back of the chair.

“I am the lord’s agent but it will not be him who does the… opening,” he intones, his tone dripping salaciously. “So, Ofloyd, will you open yourself to me?”

You don’t know how to answer. This is not how the aunts speak; or the guardians; or the handmaids.

“Praise be,” you gulp.

He snickers and twists his grip on the back of the chair.

“You have no idea,” he slips a hand down, brushing along the front of his trousers, “praise, there will be.”

He growls and leans back on his heel. There is no time to respond. He is already on his way. As quickly as he appeared, he is gone again, leaving only dread and the scent of cedarwood.

[georgiapeach30513]

With Your Touch, Part 3

Summary: you had rules.

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: mature

Warnings:  explicit language, teasing, The Verb, grinding, spanking, tension, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 5.2K

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Lloyd didn’t lie. Being an early riser, you thought you would see him, but alas he had already left. You walk into Lyla’s bedroom, and see her still sleeping soundly. Her little lips pucker out looking all comfortable and cozy. Her fingers twitching makes you watch her a bit longer. Seeing her already relaxed in this very new environment. Unaware of whatever her mother did to get her here. It’s refreshing to think that she won’t ever remember the life before now.

How could a mother do that to her child? Well, a baby. And Lyla is the sweetest little thing. You had heard her cry a few times in the middle of the night. Even woke up. Listening as Lloyd walked to her room and soothed his daughter. The part that got you was after her cries had stopped he lingered in there a bit longer than you thought necessary. Thinking that maybe he had just been watching her.

It is foreign and yet still one of the sweetest things. You had heard about daddy’s girls, and father’s that adored their daughters. But in this world, you’ve never seen it. Why was he so different? And why did his behavior intrigue you so much? And the dumbass brought up your daddy issues. You did not have daddy issues. Your mother did a great job. And you had a stepfather. He wasn’t terrible. But he did treat you differently than your brother.

You didn’t have daddy issues. That much you know is true. You just had a soft spot for…something. You aren’t even sure what you’re feeling. What you’ve been feeling since being in his apartment, but you are going to blame it on Lloyd. It truly was him. What the fuck even was that last night?

Softly closing her door you venture into the kitchen for some coffee. You need it this morning. What even was that? Why did you — feel? That was the weirdest experience. Something that should have made you uncomfortable, or at the least pissed you off, but it did not. In fact you went to bed confused, and uncomfortably turned on. That shouldn’t have happened, and it did. And you’re left with lingering questions that you have no brain capacity to answer currently.

You couldn’t believe that you allowed this man to command you. Not just you physically but also mentally. Because yes, you had stayed up way too late running the events through your head. He made you ramen noodles. You had pasta with him twice. In one day. And now you’re being such a girl and overthinking everything.

But how could you not? He called out your lack of panties. Was he offering sex when he said if you wanted more than a dildo? That is what it seemed. Thoughts run rampant in your mind as you take a sip of the bitter brew. Moaning at how just the smell alone was waking you up. Sleep evaded you because of these fucking thoughts. And he had to know what he was doing. He mentioned spanking you!

Was he on a power trip? Or maybe it was more than that. And you sound crazy again. You were here to do a job, and that’s what you need to do. Hearing Lyla squeak out some cries, you pour the rest of your coffee down the drain, and walk towards her room. Giving her a big smile when you walk in, and she answers by pouting that lip out and whimpering.

“Oh my goodness. Did Miss Lyla Bee not sleep well, princess? Come here,” leaning over the crib, you pick her up. Holding her close to your chest, you bounce the baby around until her little cries stop. “Are you ready to get you changed and ready for the day? We have such a big day, you and me. We’re going to have some belly time, and we’ll go on a long walk in the park. And you’re probably going to sleep and drink your milk all day.”

She gurgles up at you, and even though she can’t talk, you just know you’re going to enjoy being here with her. There is a thing or two you could learn about yourself by keeping Lyla.

“Peekaboo!” Leaning over Lyla, you pull your hands away from your face waiting for her squealing laugh as the cutest toothless grin smiles up at you. Using your hands to tickle her sides before you hide your face again.

”Peekaboo!” She giggles so loud, kicking her feet around. Eyes shining up at you. She is adorable. All dressed up in her luxurious baby outfit that is full of pink. She may look sweet and adorable, but this is already her second outfit for the day, and she couldn’t even crawl. “You are a messy little thing, you know that?”

She laughs again. Clenching her fists together. “But you are cute!” More laughter rings out from this tiny little thing on the floor. Using her body to roll over onto her belly, and she lifts up her head to look at you, “I am new to this, and I don’t know if this is normal, but I want to celebrate you rolling over! Oh my gosh, that is so cute. Do it again,” you flip her body over, and she quickly rolls back onto her belly.

Lifting up to look at you with a gummy smile. “Why are you so cute?” You squeal, laying on your belly to look at her. “I think you are the most adorable and smart baby in the world, did you know that?” Her mouth opens and closes a bit. Giving you a look of pure adoration, and you soak it all up.

“You don’t do much, but what you do do is incredible. And,” you give her a quick boop to her nose, and she lets out what you could only assume is a giggle, “Yes, you are so cute, and you have your daddy wrapped around your little finger. Yes you do. Do you know if your daddy is dating anyone? He’s a bit…he’s different, ya know?”

“Lloyd!” Ari shouts behind his colleague, and the man turns to glare at him. “What are you doing looking at your phone?” The wider man grabs the device out of his hand, and starts laughing as he looks at Lloyd, “Oh, I see.”

“You see my daughter. Now give me the fucking phone back.”

“No, I see creepy Lloyd watching his daughter’s au pair. Laying on the floor with her ass perfectly placed. Imagine she was naked looking back at you with those innocent eyes. Lifting up that perfect ass for you to rail into her,” Lloyd rolls his eyes. Locking his phone as he settles down in the chair in front of Ari, glaring at him.

“You haven’t thought about fucking that?”

“‘That’ like she’s a possession.”

“Oh, come now, has Lloyd Hansen grown a conscience? You’ve got to be kidding me. You got you a baby girl, and now you want to value women? She’s living in your fucking apartment, and you haven’t even tried?” Ari didn’t need to know exactly what happened. He’d never hear the end of it.

“Didn’t say that,” Lloyd begins, but shakes his head no. “It’s fucking complicated, you know? She’s Roman’s spawn. And she has a job to do, and none of that requires bobbing her mouth on my cock. She is there to watch Lyla Beatrice when I can’t,” Ari smirks, nodding his head, and not believing anything that Lloyd says.

“She’s not a whore wanting to be used.”

“How do you know that?” Lloyd didn’t know that. In fact what he did know was you were obedient, and reacted to him. He could feel the heat wafting off you. Could smell your scent change when he set you on fire. The Verb could not possibly give you all that you deserved in any way shape or form. There is no way that he could treat you like both the princess and slut that you craved.

“She’s got a,” Lloyd wants to retch for even saying the words in the same sentence. “A boyfriend,” Ari lets out a long chuckle, framing his beard with his fingers as he watches the usually in control Lloyd. “And he’s a damn problem.”

“Why is that, sunshine?”

“Because he wants to assert dominance over me. In my fucking house! They’re mine.”

“Who is yours Lloyd?” Ari’s mouth turns up into a devilish smile, and Lloyd pounds his fist on the desk. Ari truly didn’t understand the predicament Lloyd had placed himself in, “Easy there. You wouldn’t want to show your dominance by your temper tantrums.”

“Lyla and her au pair are mine,” he speaks through his teeth. Contemplating on the ways he could get rid of The Verb. It wouldn’t be long. He couldn’t handle staying away from you. He couldn’t possibly know what it takes to be a man that has to be away. He’s young and needy. Stupid and impulsive. It was a matter of time before he messed up.

“So you just want to own her?”

“I pay for her,” Ari purses his lips as he squints at Lloyd, “And I sound like an ass. No, I don’t want to own her.”

“You want to devour her.”

“Shut up,” Lloyd is never the one to concede an argument, so Ari lets it go. Realizing there is much more to whatever is bothering Lloyd, and his lingering obsession with watching you.

Just as he starts to speak up, he gets an alert on his phone, and he grabs it up immediately. Having nothing to do with his job, but there he is. The Verb. The ingrown hair on his perfectly round ass. Standing at the door of his apartment while you hold a slowly drifting asleep Lyla. You stare up at him with a bit of fear in your eyes.

“I will enjoy slowly murdering that boy.”

“You could just show him who is boss,” Lloyd places a finger over his mouth as he turns up the volume. He needs to see your reaction to The Verb being there.

You gulp as you stare at Chase. Giving Lyla a quick glance as you rub a finger over her soft cheek. You need to remember you have a child in your hands, and unfortunately she is about to be used as a barrier.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you don’t even fully open the door. Lloyd was very clear on his rules, no Chase in his home. “I’m working,” you add in, looking back down at Lyla who had fully drifted to sleep. What could you do to wake her up? Keep her interfering in this conversation that wasn’t going to end well for someone.

“Is the weirdo here?”

“Don’t call him that.”

“Fine, is the neurotic nut job that was staring at you like a personalized sex doll here?” Chase had no idea what had transpired between you and Lloyd last night, but you couldn’t forget, and feel a bit annoyed that Chase would use such words against your employee.

“Well, no, he’s not, but,” Chase pushes past you into the front door, and you check the baby to make sure she is still sleeping. “Chase, you can’t be here. There are rules, and…”

“You always follow the rules precisely as they're given,” he falls back onto the lush couch, pulling up the remote. He even turns on the TV. This isn’t going to be good. You just knew Lloyd had cameras all throughout Lyla’s room, probably everywhere you would be with her. Most definitely had a camera on the front door.

“You are always the type to shut up and listen when it comes to a man in authority. Do you know why?”

“No, but you’re going to tell me,” Chase always fancied himself the smartest person in the room. He graduated a few years ahead of you as a psychiatrist. He always assumed that you wanted him to diagnose you. You didn’t. You wanted to have fun, and let off some steam. You didn’t care about his psychoanalysis bullshit. You were doing just fine.

“Because your father left you. Your mother never took up for you concerning your step father, and now you want to be perfect. Hoping that one of the three will not only notice, but will praise you for your good work. It’s why you took this job. You’re in no way equipped to raise a child, but daddy asked you to. So you obliged, and here you are. Of course he stuck you with some weirdo that was looking you up and down, and all I see is my girlfriend being in a place where she is going to let a man she doesn’t know dictate what she needs to do because he’s become your replacement for your father who never loved you apart from being an accessory. And a step father who loved his son, and tolerated you, and a mother who looked at you like a burden because she couldn’t have her perfect life with her new husband.”

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? All of that was not necessary. I didn’t even ask for it. You just opened your arrogant mouth and told me, and it's not true,” he throws both arms over the couch, giving you a cocky little grin and it infuriates you. “It’s not. And I told you months ago I didn’t want to be analyzed.”

“Because you know I’m right. Poor little rich girl. You’re no different than the rest of us. Our parents fucked us up in the head, and now we’re doing what we must to survive. Except you have become a glorified babysitter, and if that jerk has it his way, a blow up doll for his enjoyment,” how could he even say something like that? Like you didn’t even have agency on what you wanted.

“The man pays well, but you’re still under the thumb of a man in power.”

“Is this what this is? You don’t get to power me, so you’re trying to wear me down in hopes that you can?”

His bright blue eyes stare too long at you, while you look at Lyla. Despite the conversation at hand, she remained sleeping peacefully. “Put the baby up, and quit using her as a shield. You know that I’m right, and you’re now refusing to make out with your boyfriend because of the man in charge told you I shouldn’t be here, huh? It’s not your rules, but his. And you’re going to make sure you follow every single one of them. Now, put the baby in her room, and talk to me like an adult. Or are you too scared?”

“She wasn’t held enough when she was with her mom, and she sleeps better when she’s being held.”

“Excuses. Excuses, Dolly,” he almost sneers at you when you pop your sight in his direction. “Go on, go put the baby up. I love when we get into our little debates, and I don’t want to wake the sleeping cherub. Go on,” you didn’t want to have the conversation, or wake her up. And with the way Chase is right now, you’re going to have to do one of them.

You spin on your heels, and walk towards her bedroom. Giving her forehead a kiss before walking back into the living room, and Chase rubs his thighs. Rebelling just enough you sit on the couch beside him, but pull the remote out of his hand, turning off the television. “I told you that you shouldn’t be here.”

“We’re debating.”

“No, you are. And Lloyd doesn’t want strange men in his house. And…”

”I’m your boyfriend. I think it’ll be okay. It’s not like I’m some stranger. We’ve had fun this past year. And,” he pulls your legs over on top of his, running a smooth hand up your thigh before he lifts himself up. Pushing you to lay flat on your back while he hovers over you. “What are you scared about?”

“Losing a job.”

He presses his mouth against your neck as you start to melt a bit. Feeling the heat from his body, coupled with the intense tension you still felt from last night you weaken, “Daddy dearest won’t let that happen,” he whispers against your neck, and you throw all caution into the wind. Lloyd is at work. You aren’t doing anything in front of his daughter. He couldn’t keep you from Chase.

Chase’s thigh goes between your own, and he chuckles when you start to grind on him, “You’re always so needy, sweetheart,” you want to cuss him, and tell him to just get a quickie in. Anytime he talks the paranoia slightly kicks back in. Paranoia, frustration, and being horny isn’t the best combination.

“Shh,” you moan, pulling his mouth towards yours while your fingers fiddle around with his stupid pants. Who needs pants anyways? Stopping a bit to rub over his growing bulge while you mewl his name. “Chase, I…”

He has your panties and leggings halfway pulled down your legs. His hand running through your slick when the front door to the apartment slings open, “I thought I gave you very explicit instructions. The Verb goes immediately!”

“Lloyd,” pushing Chase off your body, you sit up, and stare down at your bare legs. Biting at your lip, and looking between the men. “He was — he was just visiting, and…”

“I said no!” He leans towards Chase getting his face inches away from your boyfriend’s, and his whispered threat is more menacing than any of his yelling, “I said go immediately,” Chase looks at you, saying your name, but you shake your head, “Now!”

He screams so loud you can hear Lyla’s pitiful whimpers from her room. It takes Chase a beat too long to stand up. He buttons up his pants, and gives you a regretful look, but you stare down at your legs like a scolded child. Still afraid to move even though you're exposed when Chase walks out the door, leaving you alone with your neurotic boss.

“I thought I told you…”

“I’m sorry,” your voice is meek and hardly audible, and your eyes never meet his. “He barged in on me. I didn’t ask him to, and he was insistent, and — Lloyd, I’m sorry,” he takes a step back from you. Glancing down at your pants, and barely there underwear before he looks back into your eyes. “I didn’t…”

“I can make sure he never bothers you again.”

“I don’t want you to kill him!”

“And I thought I told you not to be out of your room with no panties on,” your body straightens up, and you glare up at him. Daring to make due on the promise he made you last night. “Stand up,” you shake your head no, and before you can count to three Lloyd is sitting on the couch, and pulling your body over his lap.

Your hands cover your backside, in hopes of not being so exposed, but he swats them away. Gritting through his teeth before he holds both your hands behind your back, and your ass as naked as the day you were born right there for him. “Please, Lloyd, don’t.”

“You knew the rules,” his voice growls as he slaps your left cheek hard. “Count,” you stay silent, and he smacks the other cheek, “I said count, goddammit.”

“Two!” You cry out only to hear him laugh. “Two!”

“You missed the first time, so we’re starting all over again. Let’s make this quick, Dolly, my daughter needs you,” smack! You blubber out one, and his hand smooths over the sphere of your ass with a smile, “Good girl. Now let’s get to five, and I’ll let you get Lyla Bee, so we can have a little talk. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whine, and he spanks you again, “Two.”

Slap. “Three,” this is humiliating, and the worst part is you didn’t hate it. He is giving you more attention than your father or stepfather ever did. Smack. “Four,” it stings, and burns, but when you look back at him, he has a proud smile on his face, and you arch your back to push your ass more into his view.

Spreading your legs a bit so he can also see between your thighs, and you get the hardest slap yet. His hand lingers on your ass, and those large fingers stroke the tender skin softly, “Five,” you weakly say, and he pulls you into a standing position right in front of him.

His face completely facing your exposed core, and he pulls up your panties first. Grinning up at you before the black leggings are pulled up your body, and he taps your hips a few times, “There, there, you did such a good job,” he isn’t even flinching, or looking up at you. He continues to stare at your covered pussy, taking slower, deeper breaths as he inhales your aroma.

“I believe Lyla is still crying. Why don’t you go fetch her,” his voice is so even and deep, showing no emotions as to what just transpired. How is he so calm? “Dolly, you have a job to do,” those eyes look up at you, and his pupils are so wide, very little of the blue is peeking through. Just deep pools of black. Giving him the appearance of being high from spanking you, “Dolly, I need you to get my daughter.”

Giving him a nod, you walk into Lyla’s room, and her sweet face is turned up, and she swishes around trying to find someone that is normally there to comfort her. Been with Lloyd for such a short time, and is already spoiled on touch, “Hey, miss Lyla Bee,” her lips tremble as she looks up at you, trying to calm herself.

It isn’t until you pick her up, and hold her close to your chest that she starts snuggling into you. Calming down even more, “Oh, honey, I’ve got you. I’m right here,” Lloyd listens to your sweet words to Lyla as he cracks his neck. You were going to be the death of him. Twice he took things too far.

But he did warn you what would happen if you didn’t have panties on. And dammit you were right there looking so pretty and…he shouldn't have looked, but he did. Delectable is the perfect word to describe that moment. And you weren’t all innocent in it. You enjoyed it. He could tell from the heat pulsating off your core, and the wet spot that lingers on his leg. You wanted him to see your cunt, so he did look. Trouble. You were the devil for him.

“There’s your daddy,” you coo, bringing Lyla into the living room with you, and she gives Lloyd a sweet smile. “Tell him that you were asleep the whole time.”

“Dolly, do you know why I don’t want that boy here?”

“Because your jealous? Oh — um,” you press your hand over your mouth, wondering if putting your foot in your mouth was an option. “I mean…what I meant to say is…”

“I don’t get jealous. I can have whatever the fuck I want. And what I want is for my daughter to be safe. You may not know it because I’m keeping you and her away from my business, but I am a feared and known man. I have many enemies, and people willing to pay millions of dollars to see me crumble. They want my weaknesses. They want to see me tortured slowly. And do you know what my weakness is?” You shake your head no as you look at the coffee table. Unable to stare at him, and you’re not even sure why.

It is hard to even look at the sweet girl’s face that you’re holding. You feel ashamed. You did have the one rule, and Chase was seeing to it that it was the one that was broken. “My weakness is that tiny little girl in your arms. And you by extension. I have to trust you.”

“I get that, I really do, but —“

“There’s no buts here. There are real people who will not hesitate to kill you or Lyla. Do you understand that?”

“I do. But Chase isn’t one of them, and you want me to break up with him, and —“

He is always interrupting you. He never lets you finish a thought before he tells you what is going to happen. “Keep the fucking asshole. I just don’t want him in my damn house. And just for the record,” Lloyd reaches over towards you to get the baby. Moving his gaze to her instead of you. Almost like it pained him to see you. “You deserve more than that boy can give you. He’s an asshole.”

“You don’t know him,” you only feel like defending him because hearing someone call Chase an asshole reflected on your choice for keeping him. It is silly, but it’s the truth. Chase had his flaws, but he wasn’t all bad.

“I heard what he said to you,” you look up at him, figuring he had cameras in the main rooms, and Lyla’s room. It shouldn’t surprise you, but realizing Lloyd heard Chase’s psychoanalysis was heard by Lloyd is infuriating. “Even if it's true, he shouldn’t have said that to you. You’re not his patient, so don’t let him treat you like one,” he slowly stands up. Leaning over to hand Lyla back to you. “I’m going back to work. Don’t make me regret not spanking you five more times. I mean what I say. Panties off in the bedroom. Panties on out here.”

Lloyd stomps back towards the door. Never giving you and Lyla another glance as he hurries out of the apartment. Sighing as he adjusts his jeans. Trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling he had dwelling between his legs. He wouldn’t allow that moment to be a weakness. You had no effect on him. None.

Lloyd’s dark gaze finds you as you walk out of your bedroom. Wincing on your way into the living room, but you walk past him and into the kitchen. You didn’t know what to say to Lloyd. You had betrayed his trust. He saw you a bit more intimately than he needed to. There’s a lingering embarrassment in the pit of your stomach, and your damn ass hurts.

Grabbing out the things to make a quick snack, you turn around, and there he is. Still glowering at you. His brow is still low on his forehead as he watches you get out different noodles than the first night. Clearly, you and Lloyd had a noodle thing. “Would you like some butter noodles, too?”

“If you’re offering,” he responds solemnly, and you answer with a curt nod. He won’t apologize to you, of that you’re sure of. You just would have to put your foot down a bit more concerning Chase.

“Where do you all have cameras?”

“Anywhere that Lyla will be,” there’s no emotion in his voice, it's just the factual evidence. You aren’t sure where to take the conversation from there. Standing in silence is crippling. It’s like the air in the kitchen is so thick you can’t even breathe. “How is your, um, your ass?”

You snort as you glance back at him. He isn’t as quick with averting his gaze from the subject at hand. “It’s sore,” well, what else are you supposed to say? It feels amazing, thank you for showing me who is boss. I promise to never disobey you ever again.

“Do you understand why I did it?”

The spoon falls onto the counter loudly and you saunter over to the kitchen island where he resides, and lean over it, demanding he looks at you. He does, but his chin is still jutted up. He’s still in control, “Please, don’t try to parent me. I’m a grown woman.”

“People who say that are often trying to convince themselves of that. I’m not parenting though. I have my rules, and I expect you to follow them. That’s strike one. The only reason you’re still even here is because of Roman,” you begin to speak, but he smirks, shaking his head, and you immediately stop talking.

“You do know how to listen, even if it’s not words, I’m impressed. You are Roman’s daughter, and he has been loyal to me. I really don’t give a fuck about him not being present in your life,” his mouth twitches, and you slowly retreat from him. He stops you by wrapping a hand behind your neck, holding you in place. “He knows who I am, and trusted me with his precious daughter.”

“He was just a sperm donor.”

“And for some unknown reason, I like you,” your eyes brighten, and a slight smile pulls up your mouth, “Don’t get to excited, Dolly,” he slides over a tube of cream, and you glance down at it confused, “It’ll help your ass,” is he giving you some form of relief? He sees you uncomfortable and is offering aftercare. Not at all what you had assumed of Lloyd Hansen.

“I should finish the noodles,” you finally pull away from him leaving the cream untouched on the island as you separate the noodles into the bowl. You slide over his bowl, but remain standing as you take a bite.

“Are you struggling to sit down?”

“I think that’s quite obvious, Lloyd.”

“The cream would help.”

“Then why don’t you put it on me since it was you that caused it?”

Lloyd takes a slow bite of his buttery noodles, and then another. Keeping those cool blue eyes on you the entire time he finishes his bowl before letting his fork drop into the bowl with a clink. He stands up, walking around you as he cleans up the mess you made before his body towers behind you.

Leaning his head around you until his mouth is right at the shell of your ear, “Put it on yourself,” he starts to walk back to his bedroom before stopping in the doorway of the kitchen, “Make sure you clean up your mess,” even though you can’t see his face, he smiles. He still had control. And if you want him to put anything on you, you need to learn how to ask with manners. He wouldn’t be commanded. He was the one in control. Despite the strain in his pants. Fucking nymph.

You exhale, not even realizing you had been holding your breath. Sweat beads around your hairline, and you struggle to control your breathing. What is he doing to you to make you feel so…weak? Did you actually want him to see your ass again?

“Ugh,” you groan as you put away your dishes, and grab up the cream. Stopping outside of Lloyd’s bedroom when you hear the shower on, and an angry groan. Moan? You aren’t sure. He sounds like he’s not happy with his shower.

If he wanted to ice you out while also exposing you, you could do the same. You let a phone call from Chase go to voicemail. You weren’t in the mood for his games, or even whatever brand of medicine he had to offer. You are sore, and still left —

Wanting.

Needing.

Fuck Lloyd Hansen.

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