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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!

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"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."

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Be Mine

Character: soft!dark Lloyd Hansen x Lawyer!Female Reader

Summary: "Didn't I tell you before? I'll make you my wife," he murmured. The secret relationship between the heir of Hansen Corporation and the company lawyer took a dramatic turn.

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A/N: By the way, this is the male version from Love Me A Little

'Click'

As you entered, the heavy click of the door echoed through the spacious penthouse apartment, exhaling deeply to release the pent-up stress from another grueling day at Hansen Corporation.

Working as a company lawyer had its perks but came with many responsibilities that grew taller each day.

Switching on the lights, you were startled to find someone seated on your plush couch. Your uninvited guest exuded an air of confidence, legs crossed casually as he waited for you.

"Stressful day?" Lloyd's smooth voice broke the silence, his gaze fixed on you with a hint of amusement.

You blinked, momentarily taken aback. "Lloyd. What are you doing in my place?"

"I made a spare key," he replied nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration. One of the downsides of working for Hansen Corporation was your complicated relationship with its heir, Lloyd Hansen.

The relationship between you and Lloyd was complicated and steamy at the same time. However, you knew you had to end this secret relationship since he would be engaged to another influential family, much like his own.

Rolling your eyes, you made your way to the fridge, craving the cool relief of a bottle of mineral water. Opening it with a satisfying hiss, you took a long drink, the cold liquid soothing your frayed nerves.

As you reached to set the bottle down on the counter, Lloyd intercepted it with a smirk, taking a swig of water while holding your gaze steadily.

With a frustrated sigh, you held out your hand, palm open. "Give me the key."

But Lloyd's smirk only widened. "No," he replied teasingly, daring you to challenge him further.

You heaved a heavy sigh, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. "Lloyd, you're going to be engaged to someone. We have to stop this."

Lloyd fell silent, his expression inscrutable. Sometimes, his silence unnerved you, sending a shiver down your spine. Then, he let out a low chuckle, sending a chill down your spine. "And throw away all the memories we've made in this place? I don't think so."

His arms crossed defiantly over his chest, his gaze unwavering. "I never thought you could be this cold. Am I the only one who's invested in this?"

Leaning in closer, he locked eyes with you, his voice low and intense. "Besides, I don't like her at all. Her eyes lack the fire that burns in yours. Yours are brighter, full of determination and resilience. That's why you wanted to be with me."

Your jaw clenched as you met his gaze head-on. "So what if I'm ambitious and a workaholic? At least I know where I stand. We can't be together, Lloyd."

But he reached out, cupping your cheeks in his hands and drawing you closer. "That's what I like about you," he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. "You're a hardworking woman."

His touch sent a shiver down your spine, but you pushed his hand away, the intensity of his gaze unnerving you. "Stop joking, Lloyd."

But his expression remained serious as he spoke, his words sending a shockwave through your senses. "I may enjoy making jokes, but not about this. I'm serious. You won't be my mistress. I'll make you my wife."

You gasped, disbelief coursing through you as you struggled to comprehend his words. Pushing against his chest, you tried to put distance between you, but his grip only tightened. "Stop it, Lloyd."

But his resolve remained unshakeable as he locked eyes with you, determination burning in his gaze. "I'm not joking. I'm dead serious. I'll make you my wife."

You couldn't believe what you had just heard. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to burst from the sheer weight of Lloyd's words.

Without a second thought, you seized his hand and practically dragged him towards the door with all your might. Despite his towering stature, you were fueled by a surge of adrenaline, determined to put an end to this madness. "You need to go," you insisted, your voice strained with urgency.

But Lloyd only chuckled, his amusement evident even in the face of your desperation. "I'm not joking," he insisted, his tone resolute. "I'll show you just how serious I am this time."

You hummed in response, successfully pushing him out of your apartment. As the door clicked shut behind him, you leaned back against it, your chest heaving with exertion. Closing your eyes, you let out a heavy sigh, willing your racing heart to calm.

It would be a lie to say you had never dreamed of becoming Mrs. Hansen. But you knew deep down that it was impossible, given the vast difference in your social status.

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A few days had passed since the tense encounter with Lloyd in your apartment, and you returned to work at the company, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy. You hadn't seen or heard from him since that night, and you hoped it would stay that way.

But as you focused on reading through a stack of documents, the hushed whispers of your colleagues caught your attention, drawing you into their gossip.

"I never thought a playboy like him would get engaged," one of them remarked.

Another nodded knowingly. "Well, it's normal for the 1% like them to strengthen their connections and business through marriage."

You gritted your teeth, the bitterness rising within you at their nonchalant discussion of Lloyd's engagement. But before you could voice your frustration, one of your colleagues let out a piercing scream, "OMG!!! OMG!!!" Causing everyone to turn and stare.

"What the-?" you began, but your words trailed off as the screaming girl approached you, her phone held out eagerly.

"OMG... You and Lloyd?" she exclaimed, her voice shrill with excitement as she thrust the phone towards you.

Your eyes widened in shock as you looked at the screen, revealing a photo of you and Lloyd cuddling intimately on a beach resort. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—Lloyd had posted the photo, for all the world to see.

As the realization sunk in, the office erupted into chaos, with whispers and gasps spreading like wildfire. "Turns out there's a secret romance in the company," one of your colleagues remarked, fueling the fire.

One of your colleagues chimed in with a speculative question. "Does this mean the engagement is cancelled?"

"Shit," you cursed under your breath, feeling the eyes of your coworkers boring into you. With a sense of urgency, you gathered your composure and swiftly left the floor, making a beeline for Lloyd's office.

Whatever his intentions were, you needed answers, and you needed them now.

You didn't bother knocking; you simply barged into his office, disregarding even his secretary's attempts to halt you. As you entered, you found him lounging in his leather chair, every inch the powerful and commanding figure.

He was already waiting for you, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief.

"What are you planning, Lloyd?" you demanded, your voice dripping with both frustration and anticipation.

A smirk played at the corners of his lips as he leaned back, the leather creaking beneath him. "To show the world the woman I love," he replied, his voice husky with desire.

Your pulse quickened at his words, your body responding to the raw intensity in his gaze. "Your family will never accept someone like me," you protested weakly, though the fire in your eyes betrayed your true feelings.

Lloyd's expression softened as he rose from his seat, moving closer until there was barely any space between you. "Stop doubting yourself, my love," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "My family knows about us, and they've given us their blessing. They can't wait to welcome their future grandchildren."

Your breath caught in your throat as he trailed a finger along the curve of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. "I'm not pregnant," you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

But Lloyd only chuckled darkly, his touch igniting a fire within you. "That's why we have to work hard," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear in a tantalizing caress.

Leaning in close, he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Didn't I tell you before? I'll make you my wife," he murmured, the words dripping with desire and determination, igniting a fierce longing within you.

You shivered at the sensation, your senses overwhelmed by the electric tension between you. Unable to resist any longer, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a fiery kiss that left you both breathless and hungry for more.

"Oh, how you wish you could hate him."

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County Lines

Day 11 Kinktober prompt: Chase Kink

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x reader

Warnings: Chase kink, consensual non-consent, discipline, corporal punishment, face slapping, spanking (with a belt), pain/pain play, oral sex (m receiving), face-fucking, hair pulling, restraints (Lloyd's boot, and a belt), vaginal fingering, piv sex, rough sex, choking, degradation

A/N: This is a consensual encounter, but for sure doesn't seem like it. So please mind the tags. Your internet consumption is your responsibility.

Words: 1918

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You don’t know where Lloyd is.

You never know where Lloyd is.

But you’d bet a great deal of money that he’s out here somewhere, strolling through the woods, with a lazy smile plastered on his face.

He does love a good chase, after all.

You’ve been running from him all day. First through the city streets, changing taxi cabs often, trying to disappear into crowds.

Once you’d run out of city, you’d taken to the woods. You hoped you lost him in the hustle of the busy streets.

Except you know you didn’t. You know he’s here, somewhere. Even through the frenetic energy that strobes through your disoriented mind like a beacon—you can feel his eyes on you through the spaces between the trees.

Trying to run full-tilt through the woods is ill advised at the best of times. But this isn’t the best of times, and you’ve accrued enough lashes from branches, and scratches from twigs you felt like one big raw nerve.

You were starting to flag.

And Lloyd knew it.

Suddenly your silent stalker was telegraphing his location. It’s all done purposefully. Lloyd has always had a flair for the dramatic. The snap of a branch to your left. The rustle of leaves to your right. He’s toying with you, and you know it.

Suddenly Lloyd lunges into your path, and snatches you up tidily. An arm around your waist, and his hand over your mouth he shushes you gently while you thrash uselessly against him.

He holds you against his broad chest until there's a break in your histrionics, then he shoves you down to your knees, the dampness of the leafy forest floor immediately starts soaking into your pants.

“Lloyd, I-”

He interrupts you by grabbing your jaw so hard the unforgiving gold band of his pinky ring grinds against the bone.

“Shut up,” he spits. “Did you even try to get away? The agreement was: you try to make it over county lines, and be a nice warm, wet hole for me when I catch you, or I’d have to do something…” he pauses to roll the word around in his mouth before he offers it to you, “...extreme.”

“I did! I-”

You attempt to offer an explanation, but that’s not the way this is supposed to go, and Lloyd isn’t interested. He pushes his thumb into your mouth, and presses it into the soft spot below your tongue, pinching it from the other side with his index finger.

The pain is immediate, tears pooling against your eyelids as he deepens the pressure.

“I told you to shut up,” Lloyd remarks flatly. “You were supposed to run, kitty. And you were supposed to do a good job of it.” He uses his free hand to gesture at his pristinely clean polo shirt, chinos, and boots. “I didn’t even break a sweat, kitty.”

He looks down at you sternly, “Do you think you did a good job running away from me?”

You shake your head as much as you can with Lloyd fish-hooking you.

He smooths a hand over his mustache, humming thoughtfully. He releases your bottom jaw, only to push two fingers into your mouth, and deep in the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna hurt you, kitty,” he declares emotionlessly.

He shoves his fingers even deeper down your throat, the rest of his fist forcing your mouth open, and his pinky ring is scraping against your teeth. You gag loudly, a rough glottal noise that makes Loyd’s cock diamond hard.

“Don’t scream.”

He quickly opens the front of his powder-blue chinos, and pulls out his heavy cock. You open your mouth for him, but he slaps his dick against your cheek a few times, it leaves a trail of precome along the flushed skin.

“Open your mouth,” he commands. “Wider,” he barks when you comply with his request, but not to his satisfaction.

He smacks your cheek with an open hand, not hard enough to hurt badly, though you know that’s what’s coming next if you don’t get it right this time. You can’t help the way the slap makes your cunt throb.

He hooks a thumb into your cheek and yanks it back to wedge it against the hinge of your jaw. He growls at you, “I said fucking wider.”

He forces your jaw open until he’s happy with the results, then slaps your face a couple more times before shoving his cock down your throat. He doesn’t bother letting you adjust, just hooks his other thumb into your other cheek, and uses your throat as a cock sleeve.

He’s more in your throat than out, and he’s not giving you enough time to catch your breath when he’s out, so you put your hands on his hips, deliriously hoping to slow him, even for a moment, because the forest around you is starting to go hazy from the lack of oxygen.

Lloyd yanks himself out of your mouth, and lets you sag unceremoniously down onto the forest floor. You hack and cough up phlegm, and retch up the bile that stings the back of your throat.

He pulls you up by your hair, and wipes his cock on your face, leaving a trail of your saliva to dry prickly on your skin while he tucks himself back into his pants.

“Get your pants down,” he intones coldly. When you’re not moving fast enough for him, he barks in your ear, “Now!”

You’re struggling with the button as you hear the jingling noise of Lloyd pulling his belt through the loops of his pants.

“You don’t want me to repeat myself,” he warns coldly, as you continue to struggle. Then after a second he makes an exasperated noise, pulls his boot knife, and slashes your pants and underwear in half from your belly button to your spine. He pushes the scraps to the side to get at your skin.

He folds his belt in half, letting it dangle next to his thigh. “Get it. in. the. air,” his words are clipped, his tone impatient, and you know you’re just about out of chances to mind him.

You rest your cheek on the damp coolness of the forest floor. Even though you know what’s coming, the first lick from Lloyd’s belt startles you. Your ass is immediately alight with pain, it makes you scream and claw at the decaying leaves.

He grabs your hair and pulls you up so he can snarl in your ear, “Didn’t I tell you to shut the fuck up?”

You hastily try to defend yourself, “I am, Lloyd! I’m trying!”

He makes a disgusted noise, and lets your hair go. With a whine you collapse back into the position in which he ordered you.

The belt snaps against your ass a few more times, and you somehow manage to hold your tongue, but after the third or fourth impact, your traitorous hands scrabble against the ground, your fingers digging furrows in the dirt.

Lloyd comes around to stand beside you, with a disappointed noise. “Can’t even stay still for two fucking minutes, can you, kitty?”

The next thing you know, Lloyd’s boot is on the back of your neck, pressing your face into the clutter of the forest floor.

“Behind your back. Now.”

You can feel the tread pattern of Lloyd’s boot on your skin clear as day when he bends to tie your hands together with his belt.He makes efficient work of it, immobilizing you in seconds.

It’s shameful how wet you are right now.

Lloyd says as much when he kneels behind you.

“Dripping like a fucking faucet, kitty,” he remarks with disdain. He shoves two fingers into your pussy with an appreciative hum that isn’t meant for you. By the sound of it, he’s licking your juices off his fingers. “You can’t even take a punishment correctly. You enjoy it too fucking much.”

Even though what he’s saying is one hundred percent true, you still feel the need to defend yourself, “I don’t-''

But Lloyd cuts you off.

“I guess I’ll have to try harder then.”

He shoves the thick head of his cock into your entrance, and you immediately try to squirm away. It’s a completely ineffective action with your hands restrained behind your back. It just makes him clamp a hand down on your hip with bruising force.

You whine, “I’m not ready! It’s too much!”

He snorts at your protest. “Don’t worry, kitty,” he reassures you through gritted teeth, “I’ll make it fit.”

He pushes in with one brutal thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs. All of the sensation in your body is focused on Lloyd’s cock splitting you open. You clench around him, and his length throbs inside you.

With a growl, Lloyd grabs the belt that’s wrapped around your wrists, hoisting you up a few inches off the ground, so he can use your body weight as leverage to fuck you hard.

Your shoulders are torqued painfully, and as soon as you can breathe again you whine pitifully.

Lloyd huffs in amusement. “There we go,” he coos, “that’s much better.”

His hips slap tirelessly against your ass, and Lloyd pinches, and smacks any bare skin he can reach until your ass and forearms are red and raw.

He uses your arms to haul you up against his chest, which somehow shoves him even deeper inside of you, so he’s kissing your cervix with every thrust.

He pants in your ear, “You’re gonna come for me.”

It isn’t a question, and as soon as he points it out, you know it’s true. All it takes is for his hand to slip around your throat and squeeze until your air is cut off.

“Now,” he growls.

Your orgasm rolls through you like an electrical current. Your vision goes white, and you shake against Lloyd.

Lloyd releases your throat, and slaps your cheek before swiping a hand over it. It comes away glistening and wet with your tears.

“There is it, kitty,” he sounds pleased with you—with your tears. And the implied praise makes your cunt clamp down on his cock.

He chuckles and pushes you down onto the forest floor again. He plants a hand in the middle of your back and puts his weight into it, so you’re completely immobilized by him. He fucks you mercilessly, and the change in angle has you drowning in another orgasm almost immediately.

Lloyd groans long and low when your pussy starts milking him. He rumbles, “Yeah—oh fuck—just like that. That’s it. Such a good little hole for me. Fuck.”

He’s talking to himself, but the compliment makes goosebumps prickle over your skin.

His weight disappears from your back, and he’s grabbing your hips to pull you closer. The belt loosens from your wrists, allowing you to get your hands under you. You mutter, “Thank you, Lloyd,” over and over again.

Soon Lloyd’s rhythm falters, and he buries himself inside of you and comes with a loud groan.

As soon as he’s done, he pulls out quickly, his come dripping out of your messy hole, and pattering down onto the carpet of leaves. He uses the shredded remains of your pants to clean the mess off his dick before tucking himself back into his chinos.

He stands, and takes a second to examine his appearance, the wet knees of his pants, his untucked shirt, hair gone askew, he smiles at you. “There you go, kitty. I knew you could do it.”

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Pity Party

Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Runaway!Reader

Word Count: +2,232

Warning(s): +18, Non Con, Mentions of emotional neglect, Stalking, Kidnapping, Reader is sheltered and has no survival skills, Lloyd being a total creep. Also corny alerrrt.

Author's Note(s): Inspired by yet another Melanie song and idc. Didn't spell check and still don't care! Not a Lloyd fan just bored and started writing.

You were sick of having to take orders from your parents. Sick of trying so hard to be the perfect child. Attending every dance recital, achieving perfect scores, getting into a great college. Only for them to disregard the one day you ask from them. It's one thing for your parents to forget a tournament or anniversary, it's another when it's your birthday.

You cried all morning, locked up in your bedroom. As you lit the candles you thought, did they even care? Hell, did they even bother to see if you were alive?! And no, this wasn't just a small thing. It was the only thing you asked for this year. No presents, no extravagant party, just for them to show up. But when your father cancels last minute for another 'emergency' meeting, it broke your heart. They would never learn. You blew out the candles, wishing to never see them again.

Sometimes you were positive they were purposely going out of their way to avoid you. That's why you've saved them the trouble of doing so, packing only a backpack before sneaking out. You'll save them the trouble of dealing with your existence. That's how you landed at a park all the way across town. Seated on a swing set as you cried to yourself. A forever nomad in your own world, with parents who never understood you.

You check your phone, It was only a few minutes this cursed day was over. Since the day you were born your parents had decided everything for you. Everything from the day you were born had been planned out. From the start to the finish. You could predict exactly how each day went by in your sheltered little life. But tonight would be worse than you could ever imagine. He'll make sure of it.

Stalking you in the dead of night was a lone wolf. Lloyd made sure to hide in the shadows whilst keeping a close eye on the unsuspecting woman. He takes a dab of his pen. Breathing as much of the concentrated water before showtime. He tosses it to the ground, still keeping his eyes on the target. Now what's a girl like you doing out here?

In his eyes, You weren't a grown woman with her own independent thoughts. But a stupid, stupid girl who didn't know any better. He'd set you straight. It'd take some time but you'll learn fast. Shit..what time was it? 11? 12? He checks his watch. About ten til midnight.

He notices a heavy look of sleep had crept on your face. You fight against the urge to yawn. He'll fix that. A pretty little thing like you should have a fixed curfew. Can't let any of the bad men find you. God, forbid you found anyone else like him. He grins from ear to ear. Already imagining you all tied up and stuffed in his trunk. His favorite role play.

What you wore made him audibly groan. He could see the top of your blouse unbuttoned. You wore a loose-fitted summer outfit. One that amplified your figure. He takes note of how your knees press together. Stern on remaining shut. It was a telltale sign of innocence. You must've been raised a lady. Were you a virgin? He sure hopes so. He's never had one before and part of him hopes to soon.

The streetlight reflects off of you in an angelic way. Why the hell were you doing here at this time? More specifically, what the hell were you doing on this side of the city? You hung your head, letting out faint sobs. He sees a backpack and puts two-and-two together. Poor thing must've run away from home. But don't worry, he'll take you in. He'll take you over and over again.

Who knows when another opportunity like this may happen? He had this primal urge to do one thing and one thing only: Hunt. He's a natural-born predator. Trained in the art of stalking prey. You've given him no choice. Teasing him at this late hour. He needs to act on his needs first before anything else. You'll understand soon enough.

"Hey Sunshine." There he was, your very own boogeyman. He starts off with his soft voice, almost sounding concerned, "Are you lost?" the voice is coming from in front of you. Looking up to see the stranger. A man, seemingly in his thirties, dressed in business casual attire, "You waiting on somebody?" he leans in, almost a little too close for comfort. How the did he manage to get so close without making any noise?

"N-no sir." You lean back. Something about him hadn't felt right. In fact, nothing about him felt right. He reeks of danger. He smiles at your response, as if you had given him the right answer, "Good. Then no one will come looking." stepping forward.

"Wait! Wait my parents! They're waiting for me!"

"I thought you said you didn't have any family." his voice sounded more like an accusation. You clutch the chains of the swing, "I...I--"

"I-I-I is not a good answer." he pokes fun at your stutter.

Your eyes grew at the man's response. You stare at him like a deer caught in headlights as your feet now touch the ground. You're off in a split second, making a dash for the street. You felt a strong pair of arms push you from behind, causing you to fall to the ground. You scramble to sit up, turning around to see the perpetrator.

There he stood close to the shadows. Basking in it's embrace as he gazes down at you. He smiles, his eyes squinting slightly. Everything about it seemed nerve wrecking. Although you grew up sheltered. It's didn't take a genius to know danger was--is here. You look up at him with beady eyes and trembling lips.

He notices your eyes starting to water. Oh...you poor thing. He can't help but chuckle at your reaction. Of course, you wouldn't know what to do. You weren't prepared to ever receive this sort of treatment. But today's your lucky day. As you begin to crawl back he takes a step forward. He crouches down to grip an ankle, yanking you across the ground. You wince from the friction, skin now burning.

You flip over to crawl away. That's when he pounces. His body now flush against yours. He coos in your ear, "Now where do you think you're going hm?" his voice raspy with lust. His body now pinning yours to the ground. With one hand around your neck and the other lifting up your skirt. Your fingers dug into the dirt, trying to drag yourself away from the perpetrator. He caught both your hands together and pins them. Hearing his belt unbuckling causes ice to run through your veins.

Lloyd secures both yours wrists in a firm grip while fastening them in place. He huffs, "There." panting from the struggle. His hair now a mess. Fixing it can wait. Right now he wants to enjoy his prize. He reaches underneath your skirt, securing his hands around the waistband before pulling down. He groans in disbelief. Never had you felt so weak. This was it, the day you've dreaded since you were a little girl.

Never had Lloyd seen such a pretty pussy. All for him. He sloppily tongues at your folds, dragging his pink muscle along your hole, brushing against the bud a few times before returning to the crease. He collects a thick wad of spit before hacking it on your cunt. Your thighs shook from the sensation. Heat suddenly began to pool at your core. What was he doing?? What in the world was that!?

Moments later you feel a whole new sensation. Something much bigger. No..no! Your eyes began to bulge as he starts to push. This man was going to kill you. If he keeps going he'll rip you in half!

"N-no! nononononononono! W-wait! Please!"

You let out a panicked cry. There was no way that could--would fit. For a moment you couldn't hear or feel anything. Hell, you couldn't even think of anything other than what was about to happen. This man was going to take what he wanted and there is nothing you can do to stop him. You should've never ran away from home.

You felt a deep pit in your stomach. That's when he began to push in. It all happened so fast yet felt like an eternity at the same time.

He began to grind his hips in a rhythem that matched his preference. But there was something about your snatch that has him absolutely whipped. His fingers dip into the flesh of your hips. He starts to pick up pace, plowing in and out your abused channel. Cursing to himself to keep going, almost caving into the warm embrace., "Fuck!" he groans. You felt amazing. He was thankful for how responsive you were.

His rough hands grip your neck, securing you in place as he thrusts deeper in. He strikes your breasts a few times before continuing onto your mound. His fingers spread your folds to tug at your poor bud. Causing a high-pitched squeal to escape your lips. For a moment you felt light headed, spots began to blur in the corner of your vision. This is how your fate would end. There would be no knight in shining armor in this story. He never considered himself to be prince charming. Then another wave of pleasure hits you. Causing all air to escape your lungs.

Your pussy milked him dry. He could physically feel his balls draining each time you'd orgasm. Lloyd wanted more. He needs more. He lifts you up and into his lap, thrusting his thick cock into your leaking channel, “C’mon now princess…open up for me.” he juts his hips up, “Ride me. I said RIDE!” his hand swats at your rear. Causing you to recoil from it. No matter how much you squirmed, you couldn't release yourself from his iron grip.

With his stamina It wasn't going to end anytime soon. You might as well comply, carefully lifting your hips up and down with the little energy you had left. He hums from the sensation, "Hmm that's right. Don't fight it." he licks his fingers, rubbing at your poor bud just to feel you cream. He swings his head back, holding back his groan, "Oh fuck!" his face now a vibrant flush. His voice is raspy, "You were stupid enough to run away. Even more for choosing this side of the city."

"P-please let me go-"

"Shut up." he grips your jaw, growling, "Shut the fuck up or I'll take your ass next." he can feel you tightening around him, "Yeah...yeah take it just like that. Like a fuckin whore."

"M-m'notawhore..." you whine. He yanks back your hair, eliciting a cry from your lips, "Ow! Ow! Please stop!" you sob. He growls in your ear, "You're a whore if I say you are. You speak when I tell you to, and when I tell you to jump all I wanna hear is 'how high'. If you say anything else I'll kill you right now." he sneers, gripping the sides of your face until it hurt. You whine from the pressure, letting out a deep sob.

Lloyd shoves you to the grown before thrusting back in. He absolutely indulged in that glassy look in your eyes. A light of hope dying inside. Your arms flail to cover your intimacy. You squirm from underneath him.

At that moment, he hadn't even realized it began raining. Soon enough the water began to flood the park. And this...this monster. This beast decided it would be him to take you. Whether or not you'd be compliant didn't matter. He ruts into you like the behemoth that he was. Thick wads of his spunk leak from your sore channel. You softly cried as you collapsed to the ground. Finally giving out.

He catches his breath. His nose brushes against the back of your neck, licking a stripe against the exposed skin. Salty yet at the same time sweet. He thought for a moment you would've died. You sure sounded like it. The flailing and squirming around with your little tantrum. What felt like forever only took several minutes. Seven minutes of your life you can never take back.

Lloyd looks at his wrist watch. About a minute til midnight. Right on time. He had to wrap this up anyways, can't have your parents waiting. See, he would've brought you home, all you had to do was comply. Lloyd was hired by your old man to track you down. His little lesson may have gone a bit overboard. But how would you ever know if not the hard way. His way.

"Please just...bring my baby home!"

That was the last thing your mother said to Lloyd before he left in search of you.

Whatever your parents didn't know, couldn't hurt them. Shit...he'd have to come up with one hell of a story. A decoy body maybe. Sure, you'd hate him at first. Maybe even forever. He couldn't care less. Don't you see? This was for your own good. Sluts like you had to learn somehow. He takes a drag from his pen, knowing full well he wanted a cigarette so fucking bad.

He chuckles at how easy it was to break you. Not so strong and independent now are we? It took your parents 20+ years to make the perfect girl. Their protégée child, It only took Lloyd several minutes to break you.

He surprised even himself for what had happened. You're supposed to be his mission, and he never fails a mission. His record had been spiff-clean since becoming a private contractor. He chuckles, as if it would change anything. His reputation was nothing less than impressive, a little hiccup wouldn't ruin him if he covers his tracks.

He lifts you into his arms, carrying you bridal style into his car. Carefully securing you in the back seat. It was easy with you already out. He sprawls you across the backseat since the doors only open from the outside. He sits in the driver's seat and starts the car.

Lloyd finger combs his wet hair back, eyeing you through the rearview mirror. He takes note of your shivering. Groaning with annoyance as he turns on the heat. He knows he's not pussy whipped. He just likes toying with you that's all, right?

Fuck it. He's going to keep you. He deserves something special this year. After all it was his birthday.

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Lick My Wounds

Summary:  Lloyd found him a new little playtoy

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  dark fic, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, kidnapping, dub con/non con, gun kink, knife kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, being held captive, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

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Lloyd sits annoyed in the black SUV. His eyes roaming the city, and with a grimace of his face, he feels the deep cut. “I’ll fucking kill ‘em,” he mumbles, irritated that the man evaded him, yet again.

“I need something to fuck.”

The driver looks at him in the rear view, chuckle, “Something or someone?”

“Someone who can handle a good hard fucking,” his finger and thumb runs over his mustache, looking for that someone. “I’ll find me a needy and desperate chick to lick my wounds.”

“You’re sick,” the man behind him says, rolling his eyes.

“You have no idea,” Lloyd’s finger plays on the handle of his gun, just waiting for the right person. “Slow down,” his voice grunts out, and those blue eyes already deepen when he spots you. Clueless and careless. Body staggering around with your late night bar hopping.

Alone and unassuming. You should keep better friends around you, if you didn’t want to be unexpectedly kidnapped. The car pulls up beside you, and he jerks you quickly. Your brain addled with alcohol, it takes you a moment to realize, this isn’t where you want to be.

The car speeds off, but your arms thrash around. Legs kicking, and you let out a sharp scream. Clawing at the man who holds you, before biting down on his arm.

“Ow, you fucking bitch!” he screams out, his hand going to his piece, and he puts it to your temple. Your body freezes immediately, and you take a staggered breath. Eyes wide while you pant at him.

“That’s much better, Precious. What are you doing out at night all alone? Any bad man could have just reached out and grabbed you,” he cackles at the prospect of your predicament. That gun running down your face, and up under your chin, so he can get a better look at you. “You’ll do just fine.”

“A-a-are you gonna kill me?” you snivel, your body trying to shuffle further away, but his free hand grips around you’re neck. Giving the tender skin a squeeze, and your lungs stings with the lack of oxygen.

“No, no,” his voice sickeningly sweet, patronizing you because he kidnapped you. “I’m going to teach you?”

“Teach me what?”

“To take what I give you,” his eyes move to the front of the car, face turned up into a sinister grin, and ignoring your pleads to let you go. “I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you down, Precious. Meat always tastes better when it’s scared.”

You let out a desperate wail, irritated at how cavalier and humorous he finds this situation. “I’ll tell ya what, lick my aching wounds clean, and I might take it easy on you.”

“No,” your voice sullen, as you twist your head away from him. Refusing to look at your captor any longer.

“Before you know it, you’ll be begging to lick me clean. Greedy for more of my filthy fucking self,” his voice rings out of his clear elation.

Eyes crinkling up with glee when a large compound comes into view. Driving underground, and when the vehicle parks, he’s yanking on your arm. With your refusal, he hauls you on his shoulder. “Don’t fucking bother me, and don’t mind the screams,” he informs the men with him. Carrying you to an unknown destination.

With a kick to your gut, he smacks your ass hard, causing you to yelp, “It’ll be fucking worse next time. Just smile and take it like a big girl.”

Throwing your body to the bed, he catches you glancing towards the door, “I dare ya, Sunshine,” bringing his gun back to point at you. You sit still, not really in the mood to be shot today. Walking over to you with a rope, he ties your hands up, guiding you to another location. Just so he can hook your hands above you.

“What do you want?”

“I had a bad day. Got shot in my fucking ass, so now I need to rearrange your insides. It helps me sleep better.”

Collecting a knife from a bedside table, he runs the metal over his fingers. Slowly walking towards you, he smooths it over your heated and sticky skin. Blade side on your skin, but not enough pressure to do anything.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, but with refusal to answer, he adds pressure, causing a perfect line to puncture your skin. Beads of blood pool up on you, but he travels the knife lower. Easily cutting your clothes into shreds, and laughing when your body is fully exposed.

The tip of his knife outlines your protruding nipples, and you try not to react. “What was that?” he asks with a devilish smirk when you whimper at the feeling. He grips hard to your chin, turning your cut face to his body. “You like this don’t you?”

“No,” you deadpan. Lloyd simultaneously presses the hilt of his knife to your throbbing clit, and licks a long stripe up your cheek, cleaning your skin, and even you can’t deny the sick pleasure he gives you.

“Hmm,” Lloyd pulls back the knife, letting you see the handle slicked up with your arousal. “What was that you fucking said?” not giving you time to answer before, he’s pushing the handle into your mouth. Forcing you to taste how much you actually like this.

“You are a dirty little slut. I wonder,” he ponders, pulling out his pistol. Letting the cool metal graze over your skin.

“Is it loaded?” you ask, trembling up at up him.

“I don’t know,” his voice mocks you. Pushing it back against your temple, his finger flirts with the trigger, “Should we find out?”

“No!”

“Hmm,” he moans, smacking the gun on your tits. Hearing your sweet sounds, he pushes it up against you, letting it drift down until you feel the coolness slide through your pussy lips. You try to deny the clenching of your cunt. Refusing to believe there’s a pool of slick rushing to your core.

But when he uses the gun to stimulate your bundle of nerves, you can’t help the weak mewl that exits your mouth. Bending your knees to bare down harder, and you watch his jaw go slack.

Twisting his wrist, the gun slips through your folds, sinking into your cunt. Needing to hold something, but you’re arms

still extend over your head. Lloyd gives a few test pumps, before your hips roll you over his gun. Getting such an odd pleasured feeling, and loving it.

Moving over the piece filthily, but looking at him, and how his face changes looking at you, you grind down harder. “Fuck yeah! Next time I shoot that prick, he’s going to have your pussy juice running through his veins.”

You work yourself over the metal, lost in a zone, and forgetting how you made it here. Not even caring because you’re so close. Right at the edge of pure ecstasy, when you feel your knees buckling, and your head lobs forward, exhausted from your fear, and high.

Lloyd tsks at you. Pulling you off of that hook, before re-tying your bonds to be behind you. Shoving you on the bed, and forcing you to your knees. Lifting your ass higher in the air, and he stares at your abused cunt. Giving slaps to those juicy lips, while he undresses himself.

Stalking over to you he runs his tip through your folds, gathering your juices on his cock.

He pushes past your entrance and you squeal at the severe stretch. Sinking down so slow you feel every inch, every vein, every pulse off his cock. Just as slowly, he pulls himself completely out. Doing this motion over and over again, until you did what you said you wouldn’t, “Please?” A you beg, desiring so much more than this painfully slow pace.

“Oh Precious, you messed up. You want it, don’t you? Need me to fuck you like the fucking animal you are, huh?”

“Yes!”

He slams into your warmth, before pulling back out again. “I told you, you’d be begging. Now let me see those pretty tears, I know you can do it.”

Gripping tightly to your hips he slams into you. Creating a fast and harsh rhythm. Thrusting in so deep and hard, you feel him in your throat, but he is perfect. Knowing exactly how to hit your spots perfect, and you become a wreck.

Your body on autopilot and reacting to his ministrations by screaming out other worldly sounds. You’re sure they don’t mean anything, but they just feel right coming up your throat.

He digs even deeper into your skin, and you keen knowing there’s going to be deep bruises shaped like his fingers. You feel the bed move from his sheer power. Screeching on the floor below.

Simpering, and arching your back at a severe angle. Ass bouncing on his hips, when a hand wraps around you. Lifting you up flush to him, while he still pumps into you. Giving your neck a little squeeze, and you feel a euphoric dizziness flow through your blood.

“My perfect little cumdump. You gonna be my play toy? Keep you in this room when I need to fuck out my aggression? God, I need it. This is perfect. You are perfection!”

Delighting at his praises, and Lloyd moves his hands to cup your tits, using them as his reins while he rearranges your guts. His motions never slow, never change. Just a harsh beating. You scream out through your orgasm, and you sob incoherently.

Gritting his teeth, he gives a final hard thrust, painting your walls with his thick spunk.

Pulling out of you, he lets your body, fall to the bed, before he walks in the bathroom to clean himself, leaving you fucked and blissed out. “That sloppy snatch looks pretty when it’s leaking of me. You know?” he starts as he cuts off your restraints. “Go get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll find you a little cage, so I can keep my fuckdoll. Would you like that?”

Lloyd leans over your body, his finger playing with your lips, while his other hand fucks his seed back into you. “The name is Lloyd by the way. I’m gonna have so much fun with you. I still haven’t got to feel you lick my wounds.”

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Front Row Seat (18+)

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Lloyd gives you something to do while he’s getting information out of his target–keep his cock nice and warm.

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Warnings: (I mean, it’s Lloyd which seems like all the warning u need) Dark!fic, Non-con/Dub-con(reader is Lloyd’s captive), Smut, Cock warming, P in V sex, Public sex/humiliation, degradation, Pet names, Overstimulation, Angst, Canon level violence & description of Lloyd’s “interrogation” tactics (to an OC) similar to those used in the movie, 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Connected to this drabble: Actions Have Consequences, but it’s not necessary to read it b4 this fic.

Word Count: 4,223

A/N: Do I even need to add ‘dark!’ in front of Lloyd’s name? I feel like it’s a given😈 This man is my new obsession & I’m fully here for it. If you have any requests for this pairing-or just this mustachioed psycho in general-lmk! Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Come on, princess, we don’t got all day!” Lloyd stands a few paces away from the roaring helicopter, his hands resting on his hips, clearly losing his patience waiting for you to get out of the flying death trap. You inhale deeply and unbuckle your seatbelt, which is difficult to do with your trembling hands. Finally, you get it and it zips back into the seat; you stand up on legs just as shaky as your hands and stumble to the open door.

Suddenly, the copter tilts. You’re jostled to the side and your hip rams into an armrest. You cry out, knowing a bruise is already blossoming on the tender flesh. This cabin is too fucking small.

Lloyd’s boisterous laughter rings through the air and you shoot him a silent curse. You wouldn’t ever dare say anything audible, but in your head, you’re throwing every curse under the sun at his smug face.

The chopper hovers a few feet off the ground instead of resting on the helipad for some ungodly reason, and you hesitate when you reach its edge. You swallow, not confident if you hop down that you’ll land on your feet.

Lloyd reaches his arms up. “Jump, I’ll catch ya, sweetheart!” His promise gives you no peace of mind. Lloyd may be strong but you doubt he can so much as lift you up. His eyes narrow when you don’t move. “I said, jump.” Lloyd’s word is law, so you hold your breath and leap.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for a rough landing but it doesn’t come. Two strong arms sweep around your waist and Lloyd pulls you into his chest with a satisfied grunt. His arms are steel, surrounding you in a bear hug. Your feet dangle a foot above the ground; he leans down and they’re met with solid pavement. He drops his arms, resting his hands on your soft waist. “Told you I’d catch ya, princess.” He winks and gives your asscheeks a quick squeeze. You jump at the sudden advance and he snickers.

Grabbing your hand, he leads you away from the helicopter as it flies off, the wind from the spinning blades whipping your hair in every direction. Lloyd’s hair, of course, stays perfectly coiffed, not a dark strand out of place.

Now that you aren’t focused on your harrowing chopper dismount, you look around at your surroundings to see where he’s taking you. A giant hangar sits in the middle of an asphalt lot. A forest of green trees and underbrush crowd around it on all sides except the front. The foliage stretches as far as you can see, parted by a narrow airplane runway.

You have no clue where you are. Ever since you “joined” Lloyd, as he likes to put it, you never have any definitive clue as to your exact location. Sometimes you can make an educated guess, but mostly you’ve given up on attempting to find your bearings. It doesn’t matter anyway. No matter where you go, Lloyd is right there next to you, dictating your every move.

All you know about this place is that Lloyd said he wanted you to come along on one of his “work trips” so you can get acquainted with his line of work. You’re not eager to find out what this “work trip” entails, because knowing Lloyd’s profession, it can’t be good.

A man in tactical armor carrying a large shotgun opens the hangar door and you step into a brightly lit metal cavern. Two sleek charter planes take up most of the building, and large wooden crates fill up any empty space. You can only guess as to what’s inside them, and you don’t want to find out.

Lloyd leads you to a door at the back of the hangar that opens into a long hallway. A musty smell permeates the stale air. Three menacing steel doors line the passage, illuminated by harsh fluorescent lights. Lloyd stops at the last door and raps his knuckles on the dull gray metal.

The door opens and you gasp when you see a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room, a cloth sack covering his head. Your heart begins racing and your eyes fly around the stuffy interior, taking in the two armed guards, the long table lining the far wall, and the worn-out stains splattered around the room. You try not to focus on the dark splotches, even though you’re fairly certain they aren’t old ketchup stains.

You’re too shocked to resist when Lloyd pulls you into what you assume is some kind of interrogation room. Two more guards follow behind. When the door slams shut behind them you snap out of your stupor.

You begin to hyperventilate, your shaky breaths becoming ragged. You tug against Lloyd’s grip, desperate for an escape. The small rectangular windows lining the wall are hardly big enough for you to slip out of, and a guard blocks the only door in the cramped room.

Lloyd squeezes your hand tightly and you yelp, ceasing your attempts to pull free. You whip around to face him, your eyes are wide as saucers and full of panic. His striking face is as calm and cocky as ever. “Don’t be shy princess, you’re being very rude, not greeting our special guest,” he coos, his tone patronizing. He walks over to the man tied to the chair, towing you behind him.

When he’s close enough, Lloyd reaches out and yanks off the sack around the man’s head. His lined face is pinched with rage and he strains against the ropes, his shouts muffled by a dirty black cloth in his mouth. Lloyd pats the angry man’s cheek before he straightens back up. He glances down at you and cocks his head. “Don’t worry about all this,” he gestures around the dingy room, “Mr. Wilson was invited here to have a little chat. He’s gonna answer some questions, isn’t that right, Wilson?”

He bends back down to look at the trapped man–Wilson–and makes a concerned face, “Are you comfortable, old pal? Can I get you anything? Some water? Although you’ll probably want something much stronger for what’s about to happen to you.” Wilson’s dark eyes narrow and he struggles against his restraints, more muffled yells sounding from his gagged mouth. Lloyd’s face scrunches up in mock sympathy. “Sorry, I didn’t get that. Guess you’ll just have to stay here for now.”

Lloyd steps back and motions to one of his men, who sets a large tactical-looking box on the table. While the sizable guard unpacks everything, Lloyd guides you over to a corner on the opposite side of the room. He sets you in front of two more intimidating guards so that you’re facing the bound man. He cups your cheek and murmurs, “Stay right here and watch, princess. Like I said before, I want you to get a taste of what daddy does when he’s not at home.” He gives you a playful wink and pinches your cheek before getting back to the task at hand.

He grabs a chair that’s sitting against the back wall and drags it up to rest in front of Wilson. He doesn’t turn the chair around, instead straddling it with the back facing forward. Leaning over to the table on his left, Lloyd unfurls one of the rolled-up bundles laying on it and a neat row of various metal instruments is revealed. Your stomach drops to the floor at the sight of the ominous devices.

“Now then,” Lloyd hums, as his hand grabs the gag in Wilson’s mouth, “let’s remove this cumbersome thing first.” He rips it out but before Wilson can say anything intelligible, Lloyd cracks him square in the face with his massive fist. The assaulted man’s head snaps back and he lets out a gurgled scream. You jump, covering your mouth with both hands to keep yourself from duplicating the strangled cry. When he lifts his head back up his nose is already turning purple, blood gushing from it.

Lloyd doesn’t miss a beat, he snatches a pair of small pliers from his “toolkit” and waves it in front of the bleeding man’s face. “That was just a little taste. Things are gonna get a lot more painful for you if ya don’t start giving me some answers. Now, is there something you wanna tell me?” 

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

This time Lloyd’s fist connects with the side of his face; the sickening crunch making your insides reel.

“I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” As he speaks, the same man who had set up Lloyd’s workstation snatches Wilson’s right hand, straitening one of his fingers out. Lloyd moves in front of it, obstructing your view of the hand, but you can infer by the sounds of pain what he’s doing with the small pliers he’d chosen.

When his howling captive claims ignorance again, Lloyd wrenches his arm back and Wilson’s pained cries increase. “Wrong answer!” Wilson has a crazed look in his eye as Lloyd sets something on the table with the pliers. You almost hurl when you see it. A bloody fingernail.

The nightmare continues for what feels like hours; Lloyd still not getting any closer to whatever it is he’s seeking. You do your best to hold back your revulsion but when the metallic stench of blood hits you, you can’t keep yourself from crying out. When they move to his left hand and you finally see the gruesome work they had down to his right, you sob.

At this point, you can’t control your gasps of horror and mournful whimpers as the man in control of your life tortures a helpless victim in front of your very own eyes. Tears start to stream down your face and your hysterics become louder, drowning out Wilson’s own cries. When Lloyd places the now bloodied pliers down and picks up a much larger pair you can’t control yourself from wailing. “Stop!”

Lloyd stills and draws his hand back from the array of sharp tools, a sudden ominous aura radiating off of him.

Oh god, what have you done?

He slowly stands up, swinging his left leg over the seat, and turns to face you. You expect fury on his features but instead, his eyes gleam with ravenous excitement. Lloyd cracks his neck and saunters forward. His voice drips poisonous honey when he speaks, “You know, sweetheart, normally I’d be pissed at anyone for interrupting me in the middle of work. I mean, I was on a roll, princess!” His posture as he looms towards you is wound tight with unspent energy. You step back but run into the guards behind you. “However, princess, I was already having a difficult time enjoying myself with all your little intrusive sounds.”

He stops directly in front of you, his body almost touching yours, and brings his bloody hands up to frame your face. His touch feels like needles on your heated skin. He squinches his features into a mocking pout, wiping away one of the tears staining your cheek with his thumb.

“I know you’re not used to this yet, but fuck, I didn’t think you’d react like this. You can barely contain yourself, hun. And let me tell you princess, all those whines and moans of yours are making it pretty damn hard to concentrate.” He grabs one of your limp hands and drags it over his crotch. You gasp when you feel his prominent erection and try to jerk your hand back but he grips it tight, massaging your soft palm against his growing bulge. “Fuck, sweetheart. I don’t know how I’m supposed to work under these conditions.”

He suddenly pulls back and strides back over to his bruised prisoner. Wilson flinches when he nears but Lloyd snatches the chair he’d been straddling and drags it back, turning it around as he does so. He sets the heavy metal chair about five feet away from the beaten and bloody man. He sits down, lounging back in his seat, and looks over at you and smiles, his wide grin reminding you of a wolf baring its sharp teeth.

Lloyd wastes no time pulling his straining cock out of his pants, clutching the growing member in his strong grip. His eyes devour you as he strokes it up and down. You’ll never get used to the sight of it, huge and throbbing, the head already leaking pre-cum. It’s split you open too many times to count at this point, but still, your pussy walls are never prepared for his massive size. The first few strokes are always pure agony as your walls are stretched to encompass his substantial girth.

Lloyd’s deep voice cuts through your wandering thoughts, “Well, come on over, princess. Come sit on daddy’s lap so he can help you through all this.”

You step forward but hesitate, hovering just out of his reach. You look around the room with wide eyes, feeling all the heated gazes lingering on your quivering form. Your mouth is dry and your skin feels clammy like you’re burning up. Your voice quavers as you mutter, “P-please, Lloyd, don’t make me do this. I can’t–”

His shrewd eyes flash a warning and you swallow your protest, otherwise, it might be you strapped to the chair opposite him next. You inch towards him, hanging your head; your body shaking with embarrassment. Fear-filled adrenaline and deep shame shoot through your veins.

When you reach him you start to climb onto his lap but he stops you with a blood-smeared hand on your hip. He grips the sides of your pants and tugs them down, taking your panties with them. Your breath hitches and new tears well in your eyes. You cover your face as you step out of your pants, too ashamed to look him in the eyes.

 Lloyd takes your hands in his and pulls them away from your cowering face. He chuckles under his breath, eyes dilating at the sight of you bare before him. He licks his lips and his dark mustache twitches when he notices the tremor in your thick thighs. “Hop on, sweetheart.”

Before you can straddle him, he grabs your wide hips and spins you around. “You don’t want to miss the show, now do you, princess?” Your eyes widen when you see the towering guard who had been assisting Lloyd beforehand starting up a generator; attaching jumper cables to it. “Lucky you, getting to watch Tod take over. He’s pretty good at this stuff too, not as good as me, of course.”

Lloyd’s grip on you is tight as he lowers your ass down onto his cock. His cock-head slips in between your pulsing pussy-lips and you gasp at the sensation as he stuffs his thick length inside of you. The burn of him stretching your walls as he pulls you down inch by inch is insufferable. You mewl, throwing your head back and sucking in deep breaths, trying to relax your tense muscles.

He’d already filled you up once today, in the shower that morning, so your pussy is already sore and the added sting as he lowers you down is unbearable. The position you’re in only makes it worse. You can feel every ridge and bulging vein as he pulls your weight down onto his engorged dick, the full sensation too much for your already fucked out cunt. Your whimpers of pain only egg Lloyd on, and when he’s fully sheathed inside you he thrusts his hips up, slamming against your cervix.

You fall back into his chest, your toes curling at the merciless invasion. His next movements are minuscule; just small, shallow thrusts with his cock still buried to the hilt in your quivering sex. In between the teasing thrusts he circles your hips around his cock, growling at the feeling of your ass grinding against him.

His teasing thrusts drive you crazy. They’re enough to rile you up but are far from enough to offer you any kind of release. You’re even more ashamed that you’re yearning for pleasure in this grotesque situation. You excuse it as wanting to get it over with quickly so you can go back to cowering in the corner.

Lloyd doesn’t seem to have the same mindset, though. One of his hands rests on your thigh, squeezing and massaging your delicious curves, but only ghosting over where you need his scalding touch the most.

You don’t remember when he slipped his hand under your shirt, but he plucks one of your nipples and you gasp at the added stimulation. He pinches and teases the sensitive nubs with his rough fingers and you try not to think about the slight stickiness of them. You try not to think about the blood on his hands tainting your skin.

“Open your eyes, princess, I told you I don’t want you to miss the show.” Lloyd squeezes your now stinging nipple tight and you let out a strangled groan. His chest rumbles when your tight cunt clenches around his aching dick.

When you force your eyes open you immediately regret it. Tod, the guard, presses one of the electrified jumper cables to Wilson’s cheek and the man writhes in his seat, straining against his restraints. Tod has a twisted, delighted look on his face, similar to the one Lloyd always sports but less controlled.

With his henchman now doling out the punishments, Lloyd begins the same line of questioning as before. For every unsatisfactory answer Wilson gives, he gets a shock from Tod’s jumper cables, each strike leaving a slight burn in its wake.

All while Lloyd presses you to his cock, his arm thrown around your waist to keep your hips from bucking up. Even worse, with every blistering shock and cry for mercy, Lloyd’s dick twitches inside of you. You always knew Lloyd was a sick bastard, but you can’t believe the sadist is getting off on watching the brutal action playing out before you.

You feel sick. You want to hate him, you want to scratch his eyes out, pry his heavy hands from your body and crawl off his lap. But you’re too weak–both in body and spirit. Lloyd has broken you so many times that the notion of refusal, of fighting, is a fleeting fantasy. All you can do is watch the gruesome interrogation, helpless to the trauma unfolding in front of your eyes. And still, even while witnessing the awful torture, you’re coming undone by Lloyd’s relentless ministrations.

He has you right on the edge of pleasure, but the ache of his fat cock splitting you open is keeping you from your release. It’s all you can do to keep from begging for some kind of friction against your swollen bundle of nerves, not that you’d put it past Lloyd to demand you do just that.

Tod presses an electrified jumper cable to Wilson’s neck for a moment longer than the other shocks and he screams and thrashes like never before. The cries dwindle into weeping pleads for mercy as the electricity bleeds out of his system.

Lloyd can’t hold back his groan, “Fuck, princess, this is almost too much.” His hips snap up and you yell out his name. “That’s it,” he grumbles against your ear, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Take daddy’s fat cock. Look at you, a hungry little cock-slut getting off in front of all these people. Have you no shame, princess?”

His hips start rolling into you with a steady rhythm and it’s your turn to plead for mercy as he tears your pussy apart. He drops his hand to your cunt and you wail when he finally touches your needy clit.

You shake as he rubs small circles around the sensitive nub while he taunts you with more cruel words, “I had no idea you were such a dirty slut. This was supposed to be your punishment, princess. Your punishment for making me this hard in front of my men. In front of Mr. Wilson here. It’s downright unprofessional. Though I’m sure Wilson wishes his punishment was this–” he pinches your throbbing clit and you squeal, arching your back like a cat in heat–“pleasurable. Maybe if he had been more cooperative I would have been more inclined to share.”

Your breath hitches at what Lloyd is insinuating, disbelieving his words, but knowing deep down he would have no qualms passing you around if it helped him win. Because that’s all this is to him; a game that he loves to play. A game he must win at all cost, no matter who he has to hurt or manipulate or torture. There are no lines that can’t be crossed in Lloyd Hansen’s twisted playing field.

Lloyd breathes in your scent, “Hmmm…Well, maybe if Tod can get the info out, I’ll let him have a go as a reward for a job well done. There’s no amount of cock a cum-slut like you can refuse, right princess?” Your sounds of protest morph into moans of insatiable pleasure as he picks up the pace of his thrusts and applies more pressure to your clit.

You don’t miss the way Tod licks his lips as he looks at your plump pussy getting pounded by his boss. He adjusts himself before getting back to work with renewed vigor. You shiver, trepidation flooding your psyche. Goosebumps rise on your flesh.

Lloyd must have seen the lust-filled look in Tod’s eyes too because he growls deep in his throat and holds your hips in a vice-like grip. He starts bouncing you up and down on his swollen cock, stuffing your dripping cunt to the brim over and over again, your juices soaking his pristine white pants.

Every time his cock-head slides against your g-spot you see stars, barely able to make out Tod and the weeping Mr. Wilson. There’s no way you can control the salacious sounds spilling past your lips, you can’t think straight as Lloyd absolutely wreaks you.

Your breasts jiggle as he bounces you up and down. Other parts of you jiggle too, but Lloyd doesn’t care. He loves the feel of your generous curves pressed against the hard plains of his body, the force you can take as he drives his cock into you. But most of all, he loves how he can turn you into a cock-dumb, drooling mess. The wanton sounds he’s pulling from you right now are the reason he’s kept you by his side for so long–and why he’ll never let you go. You’re his perfect, pliable princess, and he will keep you locked in a tower if it means you’ll never escape his hold.

Your trembling walls squeeze tight around Lloyd’s dick when he slaps your clit, the sharp sensation shooting up your spine and unintelligible curses tumble from your chapped lips. You chant his name like a prayer when he lifts up your left leg, his powerful bicep curled under your knee. Over and over, he hits the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars as his cock slams up into you.

He orders Tod to shock Wilson when he denies him the information he’s seeking yet again. Lloyd growls in your ear as he cums at the exact same time the jumper cable meets flesh.

The feeling of his thick, hot cum shooting into you pushes you over the deep end. White hot flames spark through your veins. You convulse, your walls fluttering around Lloyd’s leaking dick as your entire body seizes up from your intense orgasm. You’re a jumble of cum and slurred speech as you come down from your lofty high. Your chest heaves as you try to reign air back into your lungs.

Lloyd bites your shoulder and you shudder at the sting of his teeth marking you as his. He laps at the wound, pleased with his handiwork. “So fucking perfect,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. Even though your stomach still has butterflies, you try to pull away from his muscular form–but you can barely wiggle your fingers, much less climb off of him.

Turns out, you don’t have to worry about that. Lloyd stills your movements with large hands placed on your waist, pressing you all the way back down onto his cock. It’s somehow hardening again, the stretch taking over your blown-out senses once more.

You groan, shifting uncomfortably in his lap, but Lloyd shushes you, “Uh-uh-uh, princess. You’re staying right here. Gotta keep daddy’s cock nice and warm while we wait for Mr. Wilson to cough up the answers we need. Besides, it’ll help your tight little cunt get acclimated to being wrapped around daddy’s cock while he works because you’re gonna need to get used to it.” He cups your jaw and forces your head forward.

You can’t even bring yourself to react to his foreboding declaration. All you can do is sit there with his insatiable cock filling your tender pussy and struggle to hold in your shameful moans. Lloyd clearly isn’t stopping until Wilson gives up the intel-or worse-either way, you’re going to be filled up with his pulsating length for the foreseeable future. Just like he wants.

“Tod, up the voltage.” 

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The Agenda Today

A Lloyd Hansen Mini Series

PART FOUR

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 3.4k

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PART THREE | MASTERLIST | PART FIVE

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The sounds of birds & ocean waves woke you from a deep sleep. The soft bedding you lied on made it difficult to fully wake up. You wanted nothing more than to continue sleeping. But the croak of a floorboard made you alert, reminding you where you were.

Shooting forward, you sat up in bed, glancing bleary eyed around your hut. There was no one in the room, though the double doors were slightly ajar. You sighed, rubbing your hands down in your face in exhaustion. You couldn’t even remember falling asleep.

Another croak of a floorboard forced you to lean forward in bed, trying to see through the gap of the open doors. There was movement, slow movement.

Warily, you slid out from under the comfort of the bedding, approaching the doors slowly. The closer you got you could begin to make out someone talking. You stayed out of sight behind one of the doors, peering through the small space between the door & hinge.

It was your guard—for lack of a better word. He was talking into an earpiece. He stood in the foyer of your hut, his eyes returning to the doors every so often. Though you could see his mouth moving, he was still speaking too low for you to make anything out. You strained to hear more, pressing yourself against the wall by the door in the hopes of hearing anything that may help you find Gracie.

But just as you thought you were getting somewhere, the creaking of the floorboards stalled. The other side of the door went silent. Carefully, you returned to the hinge, watching as the man approached your doors quietly, seemingly done with whoever he was having a conversation with via the earpiece. No gun was in his hands but you saw his fingers ghost over a holster on his hip.

Was Lloyd having you killed?

Inhaling sharply, you pressed yourself to the wall just behind the door, waiting for the man to come through. Slowly he did. You knew from his perspective that he couldn’t see the bed just yet, meaning he wouldn’t know you weren’t in it until he was further in. You had to act before it came to that.

Sliding down the wall to your butt, you raised your leg, readying it. Just as his shadow cast further into the room, you kicked the door with all your might. The door swung, knocking into the man. He grunted, cursing out loud.

“Little bitch!” He hissed. As he was coming around the door, you crawled forward. Just as he appeared, knowing he wouldn’t expect you to be on the floor, you raised your fist, punching him as squarely in his privates as possible. The man wheezed, cupping himself as he dropped to one knee. You used this opportunity to thrust yourself forward, using all your body weight to knock him backwards.

A white pain flashed across your consciousness as he headbutted you. Fighting off the dizziness, you blindly reached for his face, your thumbs finding his eye sockets. He screeched at the pressure you applied, using his knee to hit you in the ribs. A breath of air left you, knocking you to the side. Before you could get air flow back to your lungs, the man rolled on top of you, his large hands easily wrapping themselves around your neck.

You winced, your fists hitting his arms, shoulders, sides, & face, but you had no more fight left & you were losing energy fast. He glared down at you, a vein popping in his forehead. Spit dribbled from between his lips as he squeezed tightly. Stars began to dot your vision. You could feel your limbs growing heavy.

“I told him you were going to be a fucking problem.” His voice sounded far away.

Your lungs were burning, desperate for air. With what the little fight you had left, you brought your hand to his face, raking your nails downwards. He hissed but shook you off, unfazed by your final attack.

“He’ll thank me for this later.” He grunted, his eyes filled with rage being the last thing you were going to see.

Just as your vision was darkening on the edges, a shot rang out. The hands around your neck loosened & oxygen flooded your lungs. You coughed harshly, gasping. A heavy weight fell on top of you & something wet sprayed across your face.

A figure appeared above you. The mustache was the first thing you saw.

Lloyd frowned, bending at the knees to look at your predicament, “Great. Now I’m down two men.”

His eyes then moved to you, staring at you like you were a nuisance, which you knew you likely were. But that didn’t bother you.

“Nanny, nanny, nanny.” He repeated in a disappointed tone, “He was one of my best. And now he’s dead. Because of you.”

You grunted, attempting to push the body off you but strength had yet to fully return to your body, “He’s dead because of you. I was only fighting back.”

“And why the hell were you fighting back?”

“You were gonna have him kill me. I heard him.”

Lloyd smiled in amusement, “No, sweetheart, his only job was to keep an eye on you. None of these men take a life without my say.”

“But he—”

“But nothing.” Lloyd stood, using one polished shoe to shove the body off, “You reacted poorly & this is the consequence of your shit problem solving.”

Lloyd bent, grabbing your arm harshly before yanking you to your feet. He pushed you ahead of him toward the doors, clearly uncaring about your physical well-being.

“He was to bring you to me.” Lloyd announced behind you as you walked forward, “How does it feel to have his blood on your hands?”

Irritated, you bit back, “If he works for you then I really don’t give a shit.”

A yelp escaped you when a hand fisted your hair, halting you in your movement.

“I know you’re not stupid, nanny.” Lloyd sneered, rounding so he could look you in the eyes, “I told you a dangerous woman is a dead woman. Keep on going the way you’re going & you won’t live long enough to see the brat.”

You pressed your lips together in frustration, wanting nothing more than to threaten him. But you knew you had nothing to threaten with. It would only make your situation worse.

“You gonna be good then?” Lloyd cocked his head, his eyes falling to your mouth. You cringed at what thoughts may be passing through his mind. You shifted your feet uncomfortably, “I’ll be good.”

He raised his eyes, a smirk appearing below his stache, “That’s what I like to hear.”

You continued walking forward, not knowing where you were going unless Lloyd would direct by a push in another direction or a not so gentle pull on your arm. You walked for a few minutes, noting that the two of you were leaving the property with all the huts, walking into the trees.

“Where are we anyway?” You asked over your shoulder, “You mentioned a warmer climate, so I’m guessing we’re not in Albania anymore.”

“No we are not, nanny. We’re somewhere off the grid, that’s all you need to know.” He said.

You rolled your eyes, grateful that he couldn’t see the gesture from behind you, “Obviously. But we got to be somewhere at least. Nothing I can do with that information.”

Lloyd grunted an acknowledgement, “Oh, I suppose you’re right. Especially now that I can’t trust you with any of my men, you will have very little time away from me.”

The fact that Lloyd would now be with you at all times, for as much as he could help it, made your stomach twist.

“India.”

You nodded silently to yourself, taking in more of your surroundings. You had never been to India before, but it seemed very similar to Albania, “Why?”

Lloyd scoffed, “’Cuz I like curry, sweet cheeks. Now quit with the questions. We’re almost there.”

You nearly asked where ‘there’ was before reminding yourself that he just literally just told you to quit asking questions. And now that you accidentally got one of his men killed & were on Lloyd’s shit radar, you couldn’t risk anymore upset.

Sure enough, a moment later, the two of you came upon a clearing in the trees. In the center of the clearing was an earth mound, only slightly taller than the volatile man behind you. A metal door was buried into the mound. You stopped abruptly. Why was there a bomb shelter in the middle of the Indian forest?

Lloyd stepped up behind you, his chest grazing your back, “Don’t act scared on me now. You & I both know that if I was going to kill you I would’ve done it already.”

You swallowed, ignoring his comment, “What’s inside?”

Lloyd placed a hand on your hip, guiding you forward, “You’re about to find out.”

After climbing down a ladder inside the bunker door & walking a quarter of a mile underground, Lloyd led you to a room filled with monitors. There were a handful of people in the room, none of which paid you any mind as they focused on whatever task Lloyd assigned them to. You stood still, taking in the room.

On a few of the monitors it showed different angles of the same room. People seen on the monitors were all dressed in white hazmat suits as they worked together on a larger object in the room. You couldn’t make out what it was but a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach gave you an idea.

“Nanny.” Lloyd whistled your attention. You reluctantly pulled your attention from the monitors to where he stood on the side of the room, a door open just behind him, “In here.”

Glancing once more at the screens, you begrudgingly followed his orders. You passed by Lloyd, sure to not touch him as you did. Inside the open door was a single chair with a tripod & camera on it. Behind the tripod was a small desk with a laptop open.

You frowned, not liking where this was going already.

“Take a seat.” Lloyd gestured to the chair, clicking the door shut & locking it. There were no windows to the room outside. No one to see in. A cold sweat broke out under your pits.

“Lloyd.” Even you could barely make out the sound of your own voice.

Having grown rather impatient with your defiance, Lloyd dragged you to the chair, forcing you to sit in it himself. You didn’t have a chance to respond or protest when he secured leather shackles to your wrists, securing you to the seat.

“Lloyd!” You rushed out, panic coursing through you, “What are you doing?”

But he continued to ignore you, shackling your ankles to the legs of the chair. You squirmed in your seat, finding it quickly pointless to even attempt getting out of the bonds.

Lloyd crossed to the desk with the laptop, clacking a few keys. His broad back blocked out whatever it was he was doing. You felt hot tears escape your eyes as your present predicament settled in.

You were entirely helpless. More so, you were at Lloyd’s complete mercy.

Lloyd stood straight, having finished whatever it was he was doing before turning to you. He mocked a sad face, “Oh, don’t be nervous, nanny. This won’t be too bad. I just need your help, is all.”

He approached, his fingers grazing your skin along your arm up to your shoulder as he walked behind you. Sickening tingles followed in his wake. Then his hands came down on your shoulders, as if he was using your body as a crutch for his weight. You winced quietly.

Peering ahead, you waited until the laptop screen flashed & a video popped up. On the screen it showed a person with sack over their head.

Lloyd’s authoritative voice boomed above you, “Gentleman, welcome. Please get comfortable. We got a lot to talk about.”

“Lloyd. This her?” A voice sounded from the laptop, a body appearing behind the masked man, much like how Lloyd stood behind you.

Your body shook at what lied in wait.

“Indeed it is.” Lloyd tightened his grip, as if he was a father congratulating his kind on graduating, “We’re ready when you are.”

Your mouth went dry.

The sack over the man’s head was ripped off, revealing a face you hadn’t seen in some months.

“Raj!” You leaned forward, desperate to see him. But he didn’t look like him. Raj’s head hung low, bloody spit spilling from his mouth.

The person behind Raj yanked on his head so his face could be seen by the camera on their end, “Mr. West. It’s your girlfriend.” The voice informed him in a teasing sing-song tone.

Raj’s brows furrowed as he slowly came to.

“Mr. West.” Lloyd began, his fingers digging into your collarbone as he did, “I understand you’re being problematic. I thought there was an agreement that if you didn’t do what we have demanded of you that there would be fatal consequences. You seem to have forgotten that.”

Raj finally raised his eyes, though one was mostly swollen shut from a hefty beating, “I cannot lend a hand to mass destruction. The fallout would be… unimaginable.”

“Mm, yes.” Lloyd sounded unimpressed with Raj’s response. He rounded to your side. You peered up at him, scared of what he was planning to do. “But if you don’t ‘lend a hand’ as you put it, then someone will have to lose theirs.”

Lloyd grinned a charming smile down at you, “And your girlfriend has a lovely set to choose from.”

“Don’t!” Raj grunted in pain, “Please, don’t hurt her.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. West, but that isn’t what we agreed to.” Lloyd shook his head, feigning displeasure, “I agreed I wouldn’t hurt the kid. You didn’t say anything about the nanny.”

“_____!” Raj called your name, forcing you to struggle against your restraints, “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t.” You tried to reassure him but couldn’t sound convincing, “Gracie is all that matters.”

Lloyd rolled his eyes at your shared sentiments, “I’m getting bored over here. Raj!” Lloyd stole his attention, “I’m going to ask you one more time, as I don’t like repeating myself. Are there going to continue to be problems or must I give you a reason?”

With that, Lloyd gripped your right hand, his fingers forcing your four fingers backwards until they began to hurt. You winced, biting your lip. He was going to break them all at once.

Raj growled in frustration, glaring hotly at Lloyd through the camera, “I’ll do the work.”

Lloyd bent your fingers more, threateningly, “With no more issues.”

Raj stiffy nodded, “No more issues.”

Your captor sighed, pleased with his response. Dropping your fingers back in a comfortable position, Lloyd before you with his back facing the camera. You gingerly raised your head, knowing this man to be unpredictable.

“I’m happy to hear that Raj.” Lloyd cupped your chin, his fingers gently rubbing your chin. The action made you shudder. “And I believe you. But…”

Lloyd clicked his tongue, “Punishment must still be had.”

You gasped at the sudden backhand Lloyd lashed across your cheek. You didn’t have a chance to cry out before a second one followed.

“No! No! Leave her alo—” Raj’s audio cut abruptly as Lloyd reached behind your head, yanking your head back for easier access.

The taste of copper filled your mouth as Lloyd brought a brutal fist down. You fought against the shackles but found no escape as he continued to violently assault you. Your vision swam, your ears rang, your face ached in protest with every punch & slap Lloyd brought down on you. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before he stopped. Your head hung low & you could barely make out the dress you were wearing was now spotted with your blood.

A wheeze passed through your split open lips. You couldn’t even describe what you were feeling as pain. Just a very dull numbness with a throbbing sensation. If anything, you thought you might vomit all over yourself.

Shoes clacked against the concrete. Lloyd circled you.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but a points gotta be made & your boyfriend needed a reason to stay focused.” Lloyd gently raised your head so he look at you, but your eyes fluttered close with the movement, “I sure did a number on ya, didn’t I?”

He sounded pleased with himself. You wished you could spit your blood on him.

“Guess dessert will still have to wait.” He muttered to himself as he let go of you. Your head dropped a second time, “At least until you’re better healed.”

You stared at yourself in the mirror, your fingers gently applying ointment to a healing abrasion on your cheek. The action stung but you bit your lip.

It had been three days since Lloyd attacked you in the bomb shelter. You didn’t see him the first day after, having been left in a makeshift infirmary room in the shelter. But the second morning he came for you & brought you back to your hut. Along with a change of clothes. This time you dressed yourself. It was the only time you were thankful that his violence didn’t extend beyond your face. You needed to be able-bodied should he try to attack you again. But you held on to a thread of hope that there wouldn’t be second time.

Once you were finished applying the ointment, you dropped the towel you were wearing & pulled out some clothes from the dresser. Lloyd had been ‘kind’ enough to bring a few options. Of course, all of the items were fitting for the tropical weather. Meaning all were dresses.

Begrudgingly, you slipped into a light green maxi dress, wishing Lloyd could’ve at least provided shorts or loose pants. But you were smart enough to resolve that he only offered clothes that he wanted to see you in.

Once you were finished getting dressed, you tied on some sandals that he brought you as well before swinging the doors open. Unfortunately, the object of your abhorrence was waiting on the other side.

“Morning, nanny.” He smiled his pearly whites at you. Then he lowered the shades he wore to peruse your outfit selection, “My my, even a fat lip & black eye can’t prevent your beauty from glowing.”

“What do you want?”

“Is that any way to greet the man who decides whether you live or die?”

“Ya know, this whole ‘will I, won’t I’ game you’re playing is getting really old. You haven’t let me see Gracie, you keep me holed up in this godforsaken hut. What use am I if you’re not gonna do what I know you wanna do then toss me to the fish?”

Lloyd chuckled lightly, shaking his head, almost impressed, “I should hurt you more often.” He stepped before you, quickly grasping your elbow before you could back away. His other hand came to your face, his thumb stroking your lower lip, “I like what it brings out in you.”

“Then get it over with.” You didn’t believe your own words, still wanting to do anything to see Gracie, make sure she was safe, that she would continue to be safe. But the waiting game of whether or not Lloyd would pounce on you & hurt you in more ways than one was starting to affect you.

“Is this your kink coming through?” He asked lowly, lowering his head to he could brush his nose against where your ear was. He inhaled deeply.

You ignored him. When he was done smelling you, he pulled away, his eyes falling to you once more, “I felt a bit bad for how badly I fucked you up so I thought I’d make up for it.”

You crossed your arms, finding any apology from him a laughing matter.

“Don’t you want to see what it is?”

“Why don’t you tell me? Because every time I’ve followed you so far I’ve gotten hurt.”

Lloyd puckered in lower lip in a fake pout, “Oh, alright.”

He placed both hands on your arms, rubbing your skin, as if he was trying to soothe & comfort you. The action did the exact opposite.

“I promised you that if you were good I’d give you what you want.” Your lips parted. Gracie?

“And I’m a man of my word, am I not?”

You found yourself grabbing him back, desperate for him to confirm what you thought he was saying. Before you could ask him though, Lloyd brushed a hand over your hair, “Well, nanny? Do you wanna see the brat or not?”

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Admit It

Summary: Lloyd just wants you to be honest

Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, non con/dub con, knife kink, gun kink, chained up, a bit of a blood kink, Stockholm syndrome, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.1K

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Your head lulls forward, mouth dry as you look around at your new home. Unsure of who Lloyd really is or where you're at. Unsure of who you even are at this point. Hearing the commotion downstairs, you know he's returned. Know that it won't be long until he needs you to assist him.

A cruel and sick game he plays with you. But you have started to enjoy him being back. Him being back, meant that you could get out of your confines. Even if it meant you had to lay on your back, and take what he gave you, you got to sleep unbound, and in the warmth of his arms.

Your bedroom door jerks open, and you see the looming figure of Lloyd. Biceps bulging as he folds his arms, "You're not on your knees."

"Lloyd, I can't. I'm tired. I just need sleep."

Walking closer to you, he lifts your chin to look up at him, tsking at your pathetic whining.

"You're ungrateful. I saved you from this world. I have been good to you," his thumb traces over your lips, and he grins when you try to suck it into your mouth, "Did you miss me my little Lamb? I had a bad day," inadvertently your legs begin to spread, and his head tilts to the side, "You like this don't you? Love when I come home just to destroy this pretty pussy. Show me."

He waits as you lift your thin shift dress, keeping your legs spread as he gazes at the darkened wet spot on your cotton panties. "So innocent. You don't even cry anymore, do you? Got you molded to my cock, and have you begging for it every night I'm not here."

"Lloyd, please," you pout up at him, gripping on his veiny arm. Feeling the few cuts he has. There was something about seeing him injured, you didn't like it. You flatten your tongue to lick up the scared area. Moving to trace your tongue over each bulging vein. "I'll lick your wounds. I just want things to be like when you're not here."

"You're not ready."

"Lloyd!"

"I said, you're not fucking ready! I am trying to protect you. This is for your own good," he twists his head around, and you hear the deep pop, before he crosses an arm over his chest, stretching the sinful limb.

Letting out a strained whimper when he begins to remove his shirt. Strong cords of muscle, scared, and a bit bruised, you lick your lips in spit of yourself. Undoing his pants, he laughs at your feeble attempt to scramble away. His hand circles around your calf, before he jerks you towards him.

He retrieves a knife from his pocket, juggling it around, before too easily cutting up your dress. Letting the material fall like rags to the bed below. Just as quickly he moves to your core, flipping the knife around so the hilt touches the ruined panties. Gasping when you think he's going to stab you.

"Why would I ruin this perfect sweet nectar in between your legs," giving you a devilish smirk as your body trembles. Running the hilt over your covered core, and you're ashamed to say, you like it. "Are you a slut for my cock, and my favorite toy? Do I need to fuck you with it?"

"Please, don't."

"My Lamb is so polite," his finger hooks around the gusset of your lingerie and he pulls it to the side. The knife running through your folds, before he holds the glistening tool up for you to see, "You sure you don't want me to fuck you with the knife? Look at how glossy it is? My last victim got a taste of that sweet snatch when I shot him. He'll never remember the piece of heaven he got though. I've become a better shot since that cunt christened my gun."

With a slap at your puffy folds, he releases an almost evil and sinister laugh, "Its time for you to relax for me, I'll make it feel so good. You're sure you just want my cock? How about I fuck that ass, while my gun is fucking your cunt?"

"Lloyd stop it."

His hands move to grip your cheeks tightly, a growl grumbles deep in his chest, "I make the fucking rules here! You take it! Did I not make myself perfectly clear? You take whatever the fuck I give you! You are mine to play with in whatever way I choose. That's it," slamming his lips hard on your mouth, he jerks his tight pants down. Almost struggling to undress himself with the fury he's created.

Beefy hands rip away your panties, as he crawls over your body. You rattle at your chain, but he's too busy slamming his cock into your pussy. Rutting into you mercilessly. His own form of a temper tantrum. Grabbing up your wrists, he holds them to the bed as his hips pound into you. Fast and hard is this Lloyd's game. No regard to your pleasure as long as he gets his. But you get immense amount of pleasure.

Never thinking that someone taking what they believed was theirs would make you feel as good as it did. Living now just for Lloyd's enjoyment. Lavishing in every filthy way he decides to play with you.

His cock stretching you out deliciously, moaning up his name, and he basks in the glory of your sounds, "You can try to deny it, my sweet Lamb, but this cunt...ah! It's got me in the tightest Vice grip. You're just as depraved and loathsome as I am. Admit it. I wanna hear you say it. You love what I do to your body. Love when I've got you stuffed and stretched out. Your sloppy cunt is telling on you. She's leaking out onto the bed. Say it! Say you're just as bad as me!"

You shake your head no, screaming out his name, wanting to grip tight to his broad back. "Fucking tell me!"

"Lloyd, I can't, just please...can't."

"I won't judge you," he thrusts into you hard and deep, capturing your lips in his own. Giving the tender skin a bite so deep, you taste the metallic blood, but he just licks it up. "Such a whore. Look at cha," he finally drops your hands, and you grip him tightly. Your body seizes as an orgasm rockets through your veins.

"Your thighs are shaking so much. Desperate little Lamb," one more hard stab into you, you feel his cock twitch, as he spurts deep into your cunt. "Don't get too comfortable, precious Lamb. I'm just getting started. I'm breaking you tonight. You'll admit it. You'll admit how much of a whore you are for Lloyd Hansen, and then I might lick your wounds clean."

[inevitablysomber-dark]

Details for my Lloyd Hansen idea fic

For Context Here is the original: Idea for Lloyd Hansen

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I may turn this into a full-blown fic, but I want to finish my Rafe fic first, then see how I feel.

As for details:

Yes, Lloyd had a crush on the reader when they first met, unfortunately he didn't know how to process those feelings at his young age, so it manifested into bullying.

When he finally did manage to figure them out, (in his mind) it was too late to rectify his actions. He didn't know how to change, so instead of figuring it out he just kept bullying the reader. In the meantime, his crush was slowly developing into an obsession.

During, high school, he didn't care about the consequences of his actions (still doesn't), which was the PTSD she conceived from his bullying, he only cared about the result. Which was him living in her head rent free?

He does figure out where she's going to school, and his obsession leads him to Harvard (goals? I guess).

During his senior year in high school, he realized he wanted to be more intimate with the reader, and he couldn't do that if he was tormenting her (Those were his thoughts for now). So, he worked up the courage to finally greet her, hoping that the time he allowed her to roam free was enough for her to forget what he did to her in their childhood (delusional, I know).

Slowly but surely, he does start to invade her life (Yes, this is by design). He's fully aware that he makes her uncomfortable, he knows that she doesn't like being near him, and that she's not over his tormenting her as children. He also knows that he's the reason why she's started to recede back into her shell (But this only eggs him on more)

But he keeps pushing and pushing until he gets what he wants, but even when he does get what he wants it isn't enough. And honestly, I don't think it'll ever be.

I hope this answers your questions.

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The Quiet Ones 1

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

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Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

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You keep to yourself. That’s the safest, the easiest way to live. You keep your head down, your eyes to yourself, your voice bottled up. 

You grip your phone as you approach the coffee shop. You stand on your toes to see through the painted windows and frown at the long queue. You won’t have to worry about that. Like everything else social, you’ve found a work around. 

You look at your phone, the app showing your order as ‘preparing’. It should be done shortly as the progress bar fills close to complete. You can bear the claustrophobia for a minute or so until it’s ready. 

You go to open the door but an arm reaches past you and does that first. You step back, patiently waiting for the other customer to precede you. They don’t move. You stare at their shoes. Dark blue velvet loafers with gold emblems on chains.  

“Go on, baby face, I got it,” the man’s voice makes your skin crawl. 

You shrink down and give a nod, throat clenching as you struggle to find your voice. You’re not much for conversation but you’re but impolite. 

“Thanks,” you force out without raising your head. 

You scurry through quickly, a bit to close to the stranger than you like, and you clasp your phone against your chest as you stand just away from the cluster of people awaiting their orders. You bounce on your feet as the noises join together to form a cacophony; the hissing steam, the clanging metal, the clinking porcelain, the calls of the workers behind the counter, and the buzz of the crowd seated or standing around the cafe. Sweat gathers on the nape of your neck as the chaos swirls a storm around you. 

You pull your phone away from the front of your pullover and check the screen. Should be ready any moment and you’ll be free of the circus. You adjust your grip on the phone, almost jittery as another customer joins the wait at the pick up window. 

You breathe out. It’s not usually this busy at this time. You have a routine. You can handle the expected. You order on your phone so you don’t need to talk to anyone. You wait outside until it’s almost done then come in too quickly claim your prize. But not today, something’s different and it’s throwing everything off. 

It’s only on Wednesday’s that you venture down to the cafe. It’s the halfway point of your week so you mark it with a taste of motivation. The same order every week. A London fog latte. Simple and affordable. Nothing fancy, nothing complicated. 

Your name cuts through the din, “...medium London fog.” 

You drop your arm to your side and set your shoulders. You march forward through the parting bodies ahead of you and reach for the cup. Before you can grasp it, someone else scoops it up. You nearly cry out in horror. Someone’s stealing your order! 

You turn to the tea thief but they make no move to flee. They hold the cup nonchalantly, turning it to read the sticker on the side, reciting the same name that just rose from the barista’s lips seconds ago. You face the stranger but again, your eyes are downward.

The blue loafers! 

“Cute name,” he comments as he holds the cup out. 

You once more try to take the cup but before you can, he has it out of reach again. Your lashes flick and your fingers twiddle helplessly. His large hand is firmly around the cup so even if you did try to wrestle it from him, you doubt you’d have any hope but to spill it all. 

You look around but no one else seems to notice. They’re all staring at their phones or talking with the person next to them. The staff behind the counter are too busy appeasing the rush of orders. 

“I’ve never tried one of these,” he taunts, “I’m more of a ristretto guy. Like my espresso.” 

You shake your head and rescind your hand, balling it against your fist. What does he want? Why is he bothering you? You said thank you. Did he not hear you? 

“Don’t get yourself in a tizzy,” he pushes the tea towards you, “there you are, sweat pea.” 

You hesitate. You slowly unfurl your fingers and reach for the cup. As you wrap your fingers around it, you can’t help but brush his. Thick and strong and unmoving. He clings to it for just a moment before he lets you have it. 

“Thanks,” you squeak again, this time louder so he certainly hears you. 

“You got a sweet voice,” he puts his hand on his hip, a glimpse of a shiny gold watch face peeking out from beneath his sleeve, “I’d love to hear more of it.” 

Your eyes round as you focus on the zipper of his thin jacket. You shake your head and meekly raise your cup awkwardly and dip your chin slightly. No thanks. 

You turn and weave your way back through the crowd. Your heart is thumping in your chest. What an odd encounter. 

More so, you’re dismayed that he saw you. That he noticed you. For years, you’ve done your best to be invisible. You prefer it that way. You don’t even think your neighbours know you exist. But that man, he seemed to see nothing but you. 

You push outside and nearly drop your cup. You try to steady yourself. You’re all knotted up and tense. You tuck your phone into your back pocket and bring the cup before you nose, inhaling the sweet scent of the foam. Something about it isn’t as soothing as usual. 

You turn down the pavement and wince as a sole scuffs close behind you. Suddenly, another set of steps walk next to yours, measured to keep in tandem with your own short legs. Blue velvet.  

You walk faster. Is he following you? Why? What does he want? He’s much taller, you can’t outpace him. 

“You know, when I said I’d like to hear more, I thought maybe over a coffee?” He suggests. 

You don’t say a word as you keep your eyes forward, squeezing your cup tight as you try not to swish it around too much. You’ve never had to deal with this before. Men don’t see you. There was a time you hated that but since, you were grateful for that. 

“I mean, I could do most of the talking, never had much of a trouble with that, jellybean,” he offers. 

You shake your head. Your throat tightens. You can’t speak. You want to scream but you can’t make a noise. 

As you get to the corner, you stop short. He steps past you but just as quickly catches himself and turns to face you. You gulp and look down at your cup. You can’t keep going. If you do, you’ll lead him right to your home. 

“What’s going on, sweetheart? You forget something? How about we head back and I’ll buy you something sugary to go with that?” 

You furrow your brow and step back on your heel. You bring your eyes up, a furtive glance at his face, brief and flickering. You just want to know what he looks like so you never see him again. 

His blue eyes twinkle, his nose is long but proportioned to his chiseled face, his hair is combed back, the sides shaved, and a thick swatch of hair lines his upper lip. He’s older than you, you know that much, but you’ve never good at gauging age. You’ve never seen him before but you can’t be sure. You don’t look at many faces. 

You pivot and cross the street without looking. You narrowly miss a bumper and get a honk in remonstrance. You can’t stop yourself. You’re panicking. You head down the next street as his footsteps follow. It’s all you can hear.  

As you pass a bin, you dump the drink. You don’t pause as it plummets heavily into the trash and you fall into a brisk half-jog. You pump your arms, puffing wildly, dizzy as you search for a saviour.  

You dash into the library. You don’t know what you’re looking for. Just for anyone to get this man to leave you alone. 

You don’t look back as you enter and head straight for the front counter. You’re out of breath as you approach the rounded edge and tap the bell frantically. A woman emerges from behind the window wall and she greets you with a confused chime. 

“Hello, can I help you?” She asks. 

“Yes, I need...” you gulp and glance at the doors. You push away from the counter and spin, searching. You don’t see the man. He’s probably waiting outside. But you never looked back. You never really saw if he was following. “I...” you turn back to the woman, “never mind.” 

You cross your arms and turn away. You cringe as you realise how ridiculous you must have seemed. Worse, you didn’t mean to bother someone just doing their job and over what? You’re own issues. You should go home, back to your reclusion, where you can’t be in anyone’s way. 

👄

When you finally muster the courage to leave the library, your journey home is slowed by your paranoia. You have your phone out, held up so you can see over your shoulder with the front camera. You watch the screen more than the sidewalk ahead of you. 

You get home without a second shadow. As you let yourself through the grated front door of the building, you can’t help but feel stupid. That man must’ve got the idea when you as good as ran in the other direction. You’re being dramatic. 

You close the camera and put your phone away. You waist six dollars in your frantic flight. You mourn the tea latte as the heavy inner door clunks shut behind you. You drag your feet up the stairs as your keys jingle on your finger. 

You apartment is at the very end of the hall. You enter and twist the latch. You slide the chain into place and hang the key ring on the little hook beside the door frame. You untangle your purse and leave it with your phone on the table in the corner. 

You shuffle the few feet to the front room and look around. You find comfort in the familiarity of your little apartment. Your hideaway. 

You go back to your desk and sign back in. You’re back later than usual but you can still make up the time. As long as there’s enough tasks left in the portal. You don’t have to let that man ruin your whole day. You’ll never see him again. In a few days, you won’t even remember him. 

👄

Wednesday. Halfway through the week.  

You scroll and click around your screen as you watch the clock in the corner tick on. Usually around this time, you’d be excited. You’d clock out for your break and go down to the cafe. As much as you looked forward to the treat, the walk alone was relaxing in its own way. 

Not that day. Despite your efforts to shrug off the strange encounter, you haven’t shaken it. So instead, the kettle boils as a bag of earl gray sits in an empty mug. You’re not going. Maybe next week. 

You’re a bit depressed but you’re too nervous to make the venture. Oh well, you’ll save a bit of money. You could find a different place next time. That might be easier. 

You stay logged in and claim a new task. Hey, you can be done work earlier if you can power through. You might even make a few extra bucks. 

The kettle clicks and you get up to pour the water. You leave it to steep, forgetting it for the screen before you. Your fingers tap endlessly across the keyboard, filling the silence as you zone in on the words, transcribing messy ink to Times New Roman. 

Your trance is broken by a sudden buzz. You sit up, the kink in your neck pangs. You need to stop hunching. The buzz comes again. Is that... It must be a mistake. It happens now and then, someone buzzes the wrong apartment. 

You get up as it sounds a third time and you shuffle down to the speaker box. You hit the button, “wrong number.” 

“No--” 

You let go of the number before you can hear the response. They buzz again. You sigh. You hit the button. 

“I’m sorry but you have the wrong number,” you repeat. 

“I don--” 

You release the button again and take a step back. Buzz! You’re getting annoyed. You hit the button. “Wrong--” 

“Got a delivery. 212.” The man’s voice drowns out your own, reciting your name after your apartment number. Your finger stays on the button as you frown. A delivery? 

“I’m not expecting a delivery.” 

“Are you...” he says your name again. 

“... yes.” 

Silence, filled with the low hum of the speaker, “so, can I come up or...?” 

“Uh, I guess.” 

You pull your finger away and hover it over the other. Maybe it’s from work? There was the one time they sent a cheap mass production travel mug with their logo on it as some incentive. A poor attempt at employee appreciation. 

You press down and hold until you’re certain they have enough time to get in. You wait by the door, ringing your hands. You hear the door at the end of the hall open on its old hinges and you peek through the peephole. 

You watch the fuzzy figure come into focus with each of his long steps. He doesn’t hold a box nor wear the uniform of a postal worker. No, he wears those blue leather loafers and holds a bright pink paper cup with a white lid. From the cafe.  

As he comes close, you get a pigeon’s eye view of the hair on his upper lip and his bold blue eyes. It feels like he can see you too as he stands smirking on the other side of the door. This can’t be real. 

He knocks and you wince as the door shifts in the frame. 

“Special delivery,” he calls through, “open up, baby face.” 

[dungeonpuppykai]

|| Paradise Lost ||

Summary: Two identical twins. You are engaged to one of them. But you always catch yourself staring at the other one. To make it worse, he always stares back. 

Pairing: Brother-in-Law to be Lloyd Hansen | You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Lloyd Hansen. This story contains mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. Please DO NOT REPOST my work in any way and DO NOT USE MY IDEAS WITHOUT PERMISSION, thank you.

Warning(s): Cheating, arranged marriage (engagement), Lloyd being himself, choking, reader being a slut for Lloyd when she is supposed to be Andy's, spanking, degradation, age gap, corruption kink, naive!reader, p-in-v, dom!Lloyd, sub!reader, possible angst, painal, humiliation, fingering, daddy kink, dacryphilia, power imbalance.

Note: I'll admit it right here and now. Lloyd Hansen is my favorite C Evans character and I am convinced we are happily married in one of the universes. As for the fic, I don't exactly know what this is, I just love my mustache King. This isn't exactly what I intended for this story, but I think I like how it turned out. And for what's it worth, I do not condone cheating irl. It's disgusting and unacceptable.

MASTERLIST

Thou shalt not uncover the nakedness of thy brother's wife.

It was tradition in your old money families for the bride and groom-to -be to not meet or speak outside of family gatherings. Like that ever stopped the future couples from meeting up in private anyways. Unless, of course, they had other lovers. 

All in all, it was a front everyone put up to stay out of trouble with their elders. 

You, though, you were different.

The youngest sister of three brothers, you had been raised to be the smartest, most kind girl under strict supervision. Interested in academics and things of the nature that does not worry the guardians of young adults, you had managed to keep your innocence intact all through middle and high school. The first two years of college had not been much different. Your main drive was the validation you received from your achievements. So you loved to indulge in things that helped to improve the mind. And to be fair, you had never really felt the need or urge for companions of the physical sort either. Sure, you saw a handsome man and a pretty woman every now and then but none of them had ever been able to make you so infatuated that you would be compelled to look again. And then keep on doing so.

Until…

It happened.

And it happened all wrong. 

Since you attended college in another state (the most prestigious one for the field you had chosen for yourself), you were visiting your family for the weekend. You had been snacking and watching a sports match with two of your brothers when your parents and oldest brother arrived from one of the many lunches they attended every now and then.

It had not been forced upon you. 

Your reaction had been rather neutral because you couldn't really care less. 

A marriage proposal for you from the Barber family was nothing short of an accessory for you and an opportunity for your family. 

It was not something you necessarily needed. But you could not see any harm in it either. 

Because, your parents had never chosen anything wrong for you so if they said Andy Barber was one of the best, most eligible bachelors for their precious daughter, you believed them. 

Besides, you knew you would be hopeless if you were to go out looking on your own. 

You could not be bothered with something like that when you had so many other exciting things to learn and try in school everyday. 

The man in the picture your mother showed you looked nice with a small smile on his handsome bearded face. 

You were one of those people who believed that a person made their paradise and hell themselves. 

So you agreed. The engagement happened. Andy was a nice guy. He was intelligent, educated, charitable (you had done a brief Google search) and confident in the things he said. Quite posh and very eloquent. You had zero experience in these matters but you decided that your parents had been right. He would make a good husband. And you could always meet him halfway. 

Mrs. Barber, though, seemed quite dejected and was most regretful to inform you that her younger son, Andy's identical twin and junior by an hour, could not attend the function because he was busy with some business matters in some other continent. Your fiance, though, did not seem much bothered by the absence of his only sibling at such an important event of his life. You were not the type to waste your time prying in matters obviously meant to be kept away from you and you quite frankly did not care. So you naturally forgot about this twin and held Andy's hand in your free one as he introduced you to so many people that your brain stopped trying to process them at one point, causing you to blank out.  

The next time you met your fiance was at your house a couple weeks after your engagement when you had returned home for semester break.

That day, you met someone else too. Someone who looked exactly like Andy. But was in stark contrast to him in every other way. The younger brother was like fire is to ice. A polar opposite.

Lloyd. 

Forthright, blunt, straight forward, smart, quick witted, arrogant and so fucking attractive. You were confused as you had never expected yourself to be into the kind of man that he was. But here you were, frozen and awestruck as you stared on for who knew how long. 

You had still been rubbing the sleep from your eyes when you had walked into the dining room in a simple and comfortable sundress, half of your hair being held back by a small claw clip as you dragged your drowsy feet to the table. 

Yes, you had been informed that your future in-laws were over but you had never been the type to get too self conscious. You felt as comfortable in your natural state than you did with all the glam in the world. And you were sure Andy did not mind. He was not the entitled rich asshole type. 

But as his twin brother who was exactly the above mentioned type eyed you further and further down your body, your cheeks heated up and a foreign feeling washed over you. For the first time in your whole life, you felt frantic and self conscious. The need to check if you looked decent hammered its way in your brain. 

The disappearing frown on his formerly annoyed face indicated that he had been as bothered by having to be here so early in the morning as you were. Because… come on. You respected your fiance and his parents but you had had a tough exam season. After getting home just last night you really were not looking forward to socializing with anyone let alone your future in-laws so early in the morning! 

Unbeknownst to you, your own scowl was melting as fast as his. You could feel your families speaking around you. You knew what those words meant. You understood the language. But you were unable to process and understand anything. You found one of your hands gripping the edge of a dining table chair. Your fingers clasped around the wood.

Your own eyes started to roam free. His shoulders flowed away and down his neck like a waterfall, thick arms that were bulging against the polo shirt he wore connecting to them flawlessly. You could see the glint of a shiny neck piece inside the collar of his shirt, shifting whenever he did. Fur ran down his elbows and onto his big manly hands, another piece of jewelry; an insignia ring, gleaming in one of his pinky fingers. His eyes were clever and diligent, coloured in the most dangerous shade of dark blue. Nose that was tall and pointed above his mustache took your mind to an unknown place. He was tall when he stood up. With a friendly smile that had a strange tinge of darkness to it, the man stretched out a hand for you to shake. An expensive wrist watch adorned the wrist he pushed in the pocket of his dress pants as he did so.

"Lloyd" so your hearing and ability to decipher sounds was functional, after all. "I must say…" His eyes roamed over your form again. "It is very nice to finally meet you" a shaky whimper left you when your body went auto mode and you reached for his hand with your smaller one, the grazing of your finger tips causing a spark to burst within the joints of your fingers and bolting down to your wrist. 

"H- Hello, Lloyd. I am Y/n…" You did your best to gulp down the bile in your throat, shaking his hand softly. "H- How do you do?" Really? You winced. Smooth, Y/n. Even Lloyd is trying to fight back the smirk threatening to spread across his face.

God. 

His face was very similar to Andy's. 

Yet he looked completely different–

Wait. 

Andy. 

As though someone had suddenly splashed icy water on your face, you jerked your hand away from his, blinking and frantically looking away to locate him. Like a deer caught in headlights. Even Lloyd seemed a bit taken aback by your silent outburst. 

Your mother had always had a way of reading you and sensing if something was wrong. So she spoke up as if on cue, cutting Mrs. Barber's continuous praise of Lloyd because she seemed to be the only person in the Barber family who was genuinely fond of him. 

Maybe too fond. 

"Sweetie, why don't you take a seat over there with Andy?" You could only nod, cheeks burning hot as you scramble to your fiance. The smile he passed you went unnoticed by you as you were too busy struggling with pulling out a chair for yourself and then sitting down on it without messing up, only now realizing just how hard your heart was hammering inside your chest.

"You alright, hon?" Even though his voice was barely above a whisper, you jump a little, overstimulated and hypersensitive. You could not pinpoint what was wrong with you. This had never happened to you before. So much excitement and shyness and… embarrassment was coursing through your veins. "Your face is all red…" You turned to look at him. His voice is not as deep as Lloyd's– fuck. 

Okay. 

Time out.

You whimpered again and clenched your eyes shut to cancel it all out. What the hell is wrong with you?! You screamed inside your head. "F- Fine… erm…" You cleared your throat before slowly looking back up at him. His gentle smile tightened the knots in your chest even more as a feeling of guilt washed over you. You should not be having these kinds of feelings towards his brother. "J- Just a… a lot of attention all of a sudden, you know?" Andy snickered and nodded understandingly, reaching for a jug of juice before pouting you some. 

"I know. I am sorry. I tried to stop my mother but Lloyd was in town and she couldn't wait to introduce you to the prized son." Your fiance's bigger form leaned towards you as he looked at the glass he was pouring the beverage into. 

"That's fine~" you lied out of courtesy. A frown made its way on your face because Lloyd was still very much staring at you and your… 

Andy had never looked at you like that. Being the gentleman that he was, he always looked you in the eyes when he spoke to you. His compliments were always decent and respectful. The most he had touched you up until now was holding your hand and placing his hand on your upper back to guide you.  

Yet. The stomach churning gaze of his brother has an unfamiliar kind of excitement thrumming through you. And though you placed your head on Andy's shoulder to try and shake all these thoughts away, you found your gaze traveling back to the overconfident man at the opposite side of the table. Whatever. You thought as you sipped on your juice. It's still pretty early in the morning, that's all. 

But alas! 

It wasn't because of how early or sudden it was, after all. 

Instead, it was every glance, every interaction, every conversation, every accidental touch and every whimper that left you and was heard by him. 

Leading to more and more. 

Piling on and on. 

Pushing inch by inch. 

Until Lloyd had you cornered in his parents' mansion during a grand dinner his mother hosted as compensation for his absence during your engagement. As the events of that night along with how she treated him transpired, you realized it was all about him. 

Not the couple getting married and not Andy, the groom, being unable to attend it as he was on a brief business trip. Not Mr. Barber having a fever. Not you having to cancel a plan to attend this thing instead.

To her, Lloyd had to leave again tomorrow and that's all that mattered. 

For Mrs. Barber, it seemed that she thought that the world was for Lloyd to take. 

Maybe that was why he felt entitled to something else much forbidden and already taken too. 

You. 

Andy's unsuspecting fiance innocently surveying his childhood room alone as he was away. Tracing your finger along the many bookshelves and trophies coupled with all the other boyish stuff. 

And just maybe, you weren't much different from Mrs. Barber. As when Lloyd quietly approached you from behind, you saw his reflection on the flat screen in front of you but said nothing. When he made a lewd joke, you giggled shyly. When he closed the distance between you two, you remained in your spot with your back turned to him. Inviting. Awaiting. Imagination running wild. You said nothing when he felt his way up your hand and along your arm, squeezing your shoulder when you stiffened. You said nothing when he told you to relax and you said nothing when he turned you around to press you against the bookshelf where a photo frame of the twins stood staring at the sin unfolding.

Instead, you whimpered when Lloyd said that he knew that you wanted him too. You moaned when he pressed hot kisses to your neck. You threw your head back and pulled him closer when he sucked at the sensitive skin. You requested more when his hand began stroking and groping your very private spots. You put all that you had looked up on the sites you had never visited before after seeing him for the first time; everything vile and filthy that you had never been interested in before. 

You said nothing, but you did everything you shouldn't have. 

The guilt lingered and pressed down at your chest only until Lloyd creeped one of his warm manly hands up your dress and squeezed your ass. The skin to skin contact made your knees buckle and the man chuckled, hooking an arm around your form to keep you from falling. All too soon, you were putty in his hands.

To play with and mold however he desired. 

It had to be all about Lloyd. And much like his mother, you couldn't help it. There was just something about him. Something so irresistible, something so enticing. 

A phenomenon so foreign to, yet alluring and thrilling. 

You let him strip you next to the picture of the man you were supposed to be loyal to. You let him touch you where no one except for said man should have. You let him feel you. You let him, practically a stranger, manhandle you when your own man treated you like the most fragile thing with the utmost respect. Instead, you thanked Lloyd for it, begged for it, writhed for it as he fucked you into the bed of the man you were supposed to be chaste for. 

"Dirty slut. Loves to be fucked in her fiance's bed by his brother" you giggled and pushed at his chest, blushing under his playful smirk. The worst part was that the guilt didn't return until after you had orgasmed and made out with him in his arms.

Though it wasn't strong enough to keep you from melting into his arms the next time you two met. You had been meaning to go for a jog when you bumped into Lloyd outside your apartment building. Instead of being concerned about how he just coincidentally bumped into you exactly outside your building, you blushed instead. He had remembered you attended college here and sought you out even though he was in town for business. 

That had to mean something. 

Were you really to blame though?

You were only human, after all. 

"Lloyd?"

"Hmmm… yes, bunny?" 

"This is… wrong." You stared at the ceiling, one hand above your head as you held your headboard for support, the other hand buried in his hair. 

The man moaned against your cunt as he peeked up at you through his lashes, one finger buried deep inside you as he swiped his tongue across your clit. Your back curled outwards as a moan exploded in your throat, fingers tugging at his hair. Fuck, you loved how his mustache felt against your skin. 

"Wouldn't feel so good if it were~" you shut your eyes tight as a whimper tumbled past your lips this time around. Fuck. He wasn't wrong. This felt good.

Really fucking good.

"But Andy- OW!" You squeaked when he abruptly pulled his finger out to land a heavy slap on your exposed and sensitive cunt, an offended expression on his face. "Lloyd!" You panted for air, naked chest rising and falling with each breath.

"Is he the one eating your dirty little cunt?!" His demanding tone made you whimper. "Well?! Is he?!" When you continued to pout, another spank landed on your pussy.

"N- No!" The loss of stimulation had you clenching around air. 

"Then I better not hear his name" you tried to reason and explain but Lloyd beat you by pushing two fingers up your glistening entrance this time, making you moan and instead spread your legs further apart. "Or this will not end well for you." Though it wasn't on that day that he followed through with that threat but a few weeks later, it was your justification for pushing the guilt you felt towards Andy as far away in your mind as possible. 

The day he actually did what he had threatened you with, though, was when your family got invited to a golf Sunday by the Barbers. Lloyd had always had a natural dominance over you. But that day was when he set the power imbalance into stone. You said nothing because you weren't complaining. 

You had explored so much of yourself with him. Maybe it was the adventurer in you. But you loved every play time and all the games. He was too good. 

You wore white sneakers, a silk baby pink skort and a greyish-purple full sleeved shirt tucked into it. Your hair was half up with a pink ribbon in it, a white sports cap clasped around your head. 

Andy had smiled at you as always, complimenting your appearance before pressing a kiss to your cheek. You didn't know it. But Lloyd was not a family gatherings person. But he now made an active effort whenever it was one with yours. Andy wasn't dumb. 

You smiled as Mrs. Barber went off on a tangent being her extroverted self -something you were sure Lloyd got from her-, leaning into Andy subconsciously when he wrapped an arm around you and curled his fingers over your shoulder.

You had not expected Lloyd to be the jealous type. Hell, you weren't even sure if you were the only one he was fucking. Or if he was even serious about all the possessive things he grunted while both physical and phone sex with you. 

But you couldn't lie, as ironic as it was coming from someone like you, you liked it when you found out.

Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest, after all.

So when you went back inside the golf club building to use the bathroom, instead of feeling guilty for moaning due to his touch while your family and fiance were right outside, you blushed when he taunted you about the act of affection with Andy. 

"Tell me, doll. Do you like being shared, huh? Is that what you are into? One brother isn't enough for you? You're just so slutty that you want us both?!" You felt glad and hot. "Wanna give us identical children?" 

Lloyd pulled your head back by your hair as he made you look outside and at your families– Andy, through the small changing room windows. You moaned when he spanked your ass in a punishing manner and your hole clenched around air, face scrunched up with pain when he fucked into your unprepared ass, making sure to leave bruises with each hit his hand landed on your trembling ass cheeks. 

Lloyd made you apologize even though he had no right to an apology. He made you promise him that you were only his with each thrust and insult. You dry orgasmed as you were ordered to degrade yourself for being such a dumb little cock hungry whore for Daddy. Then you eagerly got down on your knees and let him fuck your throat until he came all over your face before taking a picture. Then he proceeded to record a video where you explained, on your knees, in your disheveled state and nakedness, just what had happened and how sorry you were. You looked into the camera as you thanked him for making you his good girl again. 

How could you not ache day and night for someone like that? 

He did you so good.

Or maybe, this really was Lloyd's world and you were all just living in it. 

You didn't really care for the reason anymore. 

Not really. 

He was a man of instinct. Always fully comfortable and aware of what he wanted. And he took it without regret or remorse regardless of the cost. He was not a man to be tested or played with. 

It was dangerous. 

And oh so thrilling.

The day that changed everything for you and gave direction to what you two became later though was the day he made you cry on his cock for the first time. It was the first time he went full on hard Dom as before that, he had been mostly fun and pleasure.

Yet, it didn't upset you. You only felt special when he moved past the conventional type of sex. We are getting closer. You weren't wrong.

Andy deserved better. And he found that out soon after. 

"Lloyd… please-" you had whispered, body excited and stimulated. Panicked. Your eyes were wide as you tried to be as quiet as possible, hands tightly clasped around the edges of a heavy table placed in the wine room of your family mansion. It was right next to the patio your families were lounging and chatting in after lunch. They had started to discuss wedding arrangements nowadays. Though Andy had assured you that it wouldn't happen until you were ready. Since you still had your school and everything. 

"You're the one making noise" he grunted from behind you as he pushed his girth up your much lubricated and inviting yet tight entrance. I love to fuck you from behind like the cute breeding bitch that you are. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and hand slipped from the blind you had pressed down to peek outside the window next to the table and besides the door. 

"Anyone can come inside. This is dangerous!" You whispered before a moan tried to jump past your mouth. 

He snickered as he pulled you against his chest by clasping a hand around your throat. "You're right… so let me help you out" there was always a catch with him. Your eyes widened when his fingers tightened around your throat. "You talk too much anyways" Lloyd whispered in your ear as his thrusts got rougher, cock pistoning in and out of you, the force causing the bottles and glasses on the heavy table to vibrate.

Your hands tapped against the wooden surface of the piece of furniture when the lack of air got too much and he released your throat just enough for you to heave in as much as you could, free hand dipping into your folds before you could complain. You tensed around him just as fast as you had relaxed.

"Fuck, Daddy!" There was no way they couldn't hear you outside. His huge cock and fat balls made a lot of noise. "Please! We will get caugh-" your voice disappeared when he squeezed your throat again, rubbing your cunt harder. The stress and frustration caused tears to flow freely down your face but the roughness of his actions made you clench around him so hard that it almost hurt. You flailed your arms helplessly, body needing to hold something to withstand the brutal orgasm that exploded through your burning cunt. Your muscles spasmed as you reached back and awkwardly grabbed a hold of his hard shoulder from one side and arm from the other, nails digging into the stiff skin as he nibbled on your jaw.

You couldn't even play innocent. You loved this just as much as he did.

"Shut up and take it, slut" you did take it, the stress and frustration of having to stay quiet along with the back breaking fucking forcing more tears out of you. The lack of air every few moments didn't help. But when Lloyd asked if you wanted him to stop the choking, you shook your head, turning your head to look at him with lust filled eyes, mouth agape. It went on until he came inside you with a curse, having gotten you on birth control long ago.  

"Let's go" you were still panting for air with your body bent over the table when he swatted your ass with the back of his hand. You weakly turned around to see him fully dressed and proper like nothing had happened except for his reddened ears. When you continued to tremble and stare at him dumbly, Lloyd shook his head and clicked his tongue.

"Dumb baby" the older pulled you up to your wobbly feet by your nape before he fixed your messed up dress. "Needs her Daddy to do even the most basic things for her, tsk. So helpless on her own, isn't she?" Your mascara had run down your face but he didn't care. He needed it for what he was about to do. "Show me your hands" you were still groggy from your passionate episode so you obeyed without question. 

Lloyd didn't like many of those anyways.

"Wait– what–" the man pulled your engagement ring off before pushing his insignia one in its former spot instead. "Dadd-"

"Wasn't gonna do this just yet like this but that pretentious fucker has gone so far that he deserves it" he whispered vehemently as you blinked up at him in confusion. Your fucked out brain could not remember that Andy had kissed you on the corner of your mouth today instead of the usual cheek.

"What– wait!" Your eyes widened when he pulled you along after pecking your lips. "What are you doing–"

"Who doesn't like a mouthy girl?" Lloyd stopped right next to the door before looking down at you in annoyance. 

You whimpered at the tone. "Y- You, Daddy…" 

"And who is my girl?" As always, you blushed regardless of how wrong it was. 

"Me, Daddy."

He nodded. "So unless you want to be gagged for the rest of the day, behave." With a condescending pat on your cheek, Lloyd pulled open the heavy door as he walked towards the party with your hand in his. 

Everyone went silent. Frozen and shocked. Your hair was a mess and so was your lipstick, run down mascara drying on your flushed face as you basically hid in Lloyd's side, looking anywhere but at the people in front of you. This could mean only one thing.

This looked like only one thing. 

"'Kay, so!" Only Lloyd could chirp cheerfully in a situation like this. "Nothing much to see here, really. Just a little change of plans– or, should I say… change of grooms?" His playfully dramatic tone made you want the ground to swallow you whole. 

"Andy, catch bro!" The clink that followed made you slowly look in the direction of the man in question. Your engagement ring laid next to his feet on the ground. Your heart sank. "Hm, you never could play good defense after all" Lloyd had the audacity to chuckle after he had tossed the ring in Andy's direction. "See what I did there?" Your heart broke when you finally dare to look up at your fiance– former fiance. You hated how the knowledge brought you a sense of relief deep down. 

Andy's eyes weren't widened like everyone else but betrayal swam in their ocean blue. He was looking directly at you– only you, with an otherwise nonchalant expression. 

A silent question. 

But what did I do wrong?

A bond forever broken. 

You never even said anything. 

A paradise lost.

You were the greatest deceiver of all.

"Okay. We are done here. Let's go, bunny." As Lloyd pulled you away from the party that was finally starting to hum to life, their voices audible but words meaningless to you. 

Andy's face in that moment was branded into your memory forever as you were pulled away. Impossible to be erased or amended. For you never saw him again after that. He was not spoken of in either households or heard from again. 

You didn't forget it when you married Lloyd, you didn't forget it whenever you would look at Mr. Barber because he looked and behaved exactly like his son, you didn't forget it when you gave birth to Lloyd's children and you didn't forget it whenever you would look your oldest son in the face only to gasp because sometimes you'd momentarily forget that your husband, his father, was the identical twin of that man. 

That man you hurt. 

A companion humiliated so viscously.

A loyalty that you had been undeserving of.

A testimony to your selfishness.

But it was the 'what's wrong, mommy?' in that innocent tone of your child, the extroverted nature of him and his two other siblings (up until now), the family you had built at the expense of something so terrible and most unforgivable. Most of all, it was the man that you loved more dearly than anything or anyone you had ever come across, the man that loved your true most decadent self back, the man that held you in his arms and catered to your every need at all times, that you reckoned it was indeed worth losing a paradise over. 

You were ashamed. 

But you were not repentant. 

For you knew that you would do it all a hundred times over. 

[deliciousangelfestival]

Every Time You Lie- Ch 1 || Lloyd Hansen

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

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

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

This story has manipulation, tragedy, and drama. 

Both of them shouldn’t be together.

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

Author Note: I do not consent to copying or translating my work. 

Any reblog, comment, and feedback are appreciated. I want to know what you guys think about this one.

Series Masterlist || Chapter 1, Chaper 2 , Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6 , -

Main Masterlist || Ko-fi

Any woman would kill to take your place—good looks, fame, connection, money, perfect kids, and perfect husband, Lloyd Hansen. 

But outsiders only see the surface. They don't know what happened behind the door. 

Heartbreak, betrayal, distrust, lie.

If any woman could withstand all these four, you are willing to give her the position of Mrs.Hansen to someone else.

You became the head of multiple charities to help people. But you can't save herself. 

All the money you have doesn't give you happiness. It's the opposite. As long as you still breathe, seeing Crystal Pharmacy building standing tall and proud reminds you that it's your fault why it turned out like this. 

Crystal Pharmacy used to be known as Laurent Pharmacy that belonged to your father. 

Your gentle father is a scientist who is friendly, kind, and gentle towards his kids even though they keep making mistakes. You are proud to have a patience father like him. 

But because your sin of trusting the wrong person made you lose everything: your father, brother, sister, and company. 

Your sin is loving Lloyd Hansen. You never thought sales like him could manipulate you and everyone. 

It turns out it was all his plan from the beginning to get close to you so he could access your father's company. 

Now everyone seems to have forgotten the name of Laurent Pharmacy, and the legacy from your father is also gone. 

You are trapped in this sinful mistake, perhaps have trapped marriage and your karma.

You married the man who destroyed everything your father had built. Your brother despised you and made him move away from the city, and your sister doesn't want to see you. 

All that has left is only Lloyd and his mother, your mother-in-law, Krystal Hansen. 

Oh, she hates you; she always has this passive-aggressive talk towards you. 

Every day she reminds you, "You are lucky to marry my son when there are a lot of women that are better than you."

You hold your anger each time she looks down on you. You can't run away or even get a divorce because you can't do anything. Because Lloyd holds everything you got. 

So, the only thing you could do is become a dutiful wife, always do and listen to whatever he says, and become a good mother. 

You thought becoming a mother of two kids could make your mother-in-law start to warm up to you. But no. Having two grandchildren is still not enough for her. 

First, your first daughter, Emily Hansen. She's beautiful, smart, and courageous. You're grateful that she doesn't act like her father. She even defended you when Krystal tried to mock you, and Lloyd couldn't get mad towards his daughter. 

But Krystal doesn't like Emily because she's a girl and wants a male heir to continue the company. 

Then your second child, a son. His name is Lionel Hansen. Everyone was overjoyed when he was born. But at that time, you were stressed and always went to a therapist every week. 

Krystal accused you of having an affair with your male therapist. 

That's the first time you snapped at her; how dare she be accused of something untrue while his son tortured you every night. 

What made you heartbroken is that your husband doesn't talk back to his mother and lets her do the DNA test. 

Well, the DNA proves that you were right. Lionel is Lloyd's son. In a second, Krystal changed, and she wanted to take care of Lionel. 

You were devastated, screamed. She can't take Lionel away from her. It's enough to have one Lloyd in this world. 

You can't help crying about Lionel, but you almost forgot about Emily. She needs attention too. She was 13 years old when Lionel was born. 

No one is taking care of Emily. Seeing you being fragile, her father busy at work, and her grandmother only pouring her affection towards her brother, she felt neglected.

Then she met your sister, her only aunt, Mia. They became close, and then Emily discovered the truth about her father's company and how her father made your family crumble. 

It felt like a jab in your heart when Emily told you she would move out, and she was ashamed to have a father like Lloyd. After her 17th birthday, she left the house and left you alone. 

The only pillar that made you able to stand is gone. 

Krystal gave Lionel back to you because she's exhausted caring for him. 

He's already seven years old. But you don't feel connected to your son. Perhaps you're afraid because his attitude is similar to his father's. 

The only thing you can do is stand still, be pretty in a beautiful dress and jewellery, and be proud to be Mrs Hansen.

But… 

Everything changed at your 20th wedding anniversary. 

"Ah…hng…!!"

"Urgh…!"

A loud moan echoed through the room. A man and a woman were intertwined on the bed. The man's back moved back and forth. Lloyd's cock dug deep into you. 

"Ha…Ahh…"

Lloyd feels pleasure and fullness every morning, making love with you. 

He lifted your legs and draped them over his shoulder. He grabbed your thighs with both hands and moved his back vigorously, speeding his movement. 

"Ah…!"

When he heard you moan, he knew you already hit a climax. Lloyd leaned his body towards you and moved his waist to reach his climax. He spilled his seeds inside your body. 

"Ha…That was a good way to celebrate our day. Right, Y/N?" 

Lloyd took his cock from your body and lay down next to you. He put your head to rest on his chest. He stroked his hair and kissed your forehead. 

Those who do not know will see you and Lloyd as a normal couple. 

Even though you just had an orgasm, you immediately feel dead again. 

"Yes." You nodded her head. 

Lloyd hummed and stroked your back. "I have booked a boutique store for your dress."

"Thank you."

What Lloyd is talking about is your dress for their 20th wedding anniversary. If anyone asks about that party, you will say it's unnecessary. But Lloyd wants to hold the event and invite all the business partners, and Krystal wants to show off her new diamonds. 

Lloyd smacked your ass. "Let's get up and start our morning."

You hummed and followed him to the bathroom and took a shower together. It's the same activity. After you put on your outfit, you will go to his changing room and put on his tie. 

He will wear the suits that you have prepared the night before. When you came in, Lloyd was already wearing his suit and tie. 

But there's something different. That's not the tie she prepared beforehand. In fact, she has never seen it before.

You grab the jacket suit from the hanger and go to Lloyd's back. "New tie?"

"Hmm, I bought it when I went to Paris." He stretched his arms to the back to wear the suit jacket. Then he straightened his outfit. After that, he sprays perfume on his neck. 

'That's a new perfume too.' You've never seen that perfume before. 

Then your woman instinct sent something to your brain. But you shook it because it's too early to speculate. 

Three of you, including Lionel, have breakfast in the dining room. He's 12 years old and taller than you because he likes to play basketball and volleyball. 

"Lionel, put down your phone." You softly order your son so he can eat his food. 

"Hmm…" Lionel hummed, but he didn't stop playing the mobile game. 

Reading the newspaper, Lloyd put down the paper and said, "Listen to your mom."

Lionel rolled his eyes. "Alright. Geez." He turns off his phone and starts eating. 

Only the sound of food utensils in the dining room until Lionels start the conversation, "Mom, I want to buy new shoes."

"Didn't you just buy one like yesterday?"

"This one is different, it's a limited edition. And these shoes are only available at your friend's store. All my friends already own it and I don't want to get left behind. Pleaseeee, mom…"

"That means you have to be on the waiting list. It will be difficult, Lionel."

"Mom!! I want it!! If grandma is here she will get it for me." Lionel crossed his arms and huffed. 

Under the table, you fisted your hand. Lionel is your son, but you can't scold him because he will tell everything to Krystal, and you will get scolded. 

"Just give him what he wants. Talk to Amelia, you are her top client." Lloyd suddenly joins in. 

You couldn't say no when your husband has made his decision. "Okay."

You were at the private boutique watching the model walking on the catwalk with the choice of dress that you probably would choose for your party. 

You glanced at your secretary. "I will pick the blue dress and the white shoes from the second model."

"Yes ma'am."

After the short fashion show, every model went backstage. You also grab your bag and leave the room. But one model still stays, "Mrs. Hansen?"

She's the one wearing the blue dress you picked. When she got closer, in an instant, you knew she was gorgeous, and her beauty was captivating. The rosy cheeks on her skin, slender body, and mystery air around her. 

Compared to you, who is aging gracefully, I can't help being jealous towards this young model. 

"Yes?"

She smiled shyly and cleared her throat. "Hi, uhm, my name is Zoey. I always wanted to meet you. It's because of your charity I could go to college."

You smiled at her. "I'm honored to hear that. So you became a model?"

Zoey nodded her head. "No, I'm helping my friend since she couldn't come. I work as a secretary."

"Congrats."

"All thanks to you. Can I give you a hug? You're my inspiration."

"Uhm, sure." You weren't sure, but Zoey had already made her move and hugged you. After that, she became giddy and left you. 

When you don't see her, you tell the shop assistant, "I don't want the blue dress anymore, change it to black."

"Yes."

You quickly left the store and got into the car. Your heart is beating fast. Because when Zoey gets closer, you smell her. In a second, you knew, that's the same perfume Lloyd wears. 

One thing about Lloyd is he always wears something customized that is only available to him, like perfume. All his perfumes were custom-made only for him. And he said he got it from Paris. Paris is the city where perfumers gather. 

And Zoey said she's a secretary.

Fuck. Both of them fucked. 

Lloyd is cheating on you. You weren't that shocked because deep down, you knew this would have happened. Even though Lloyd is already 43 years old, he still has a muscular body, like 30 years old. He is rich and drives nicely. 

You sighed heavily and rubbed your head. The driver notices you from the rear mirror. "Mrs. Hansen, are you alright? Do I need to call a doctor?"

You raised your hands. "You don't have to. Headed to Amelia's store, please."

"Yes, Mrs.Hansen."

You sit on the gold chair near the window at the boutique on the second floor. 

"Y/N. Are you're alright?"

You look at Amelia, who is sitting in front of you. She brings you tea and cakes. But you didn't touch anything.

Amelia is the only friend you got. Lloyd didn't stop you from meeting her because she’s rich. Her boutique store only sells limited editions, and many famous people became her clients. 

Your finger touches the teacup. You looked at your reflection in the water and sighed. "Lloyd is cheating on me."

Amelia slammed the table "That bastard!!!"

"Shh, don't be so loud."

"Fuck that; there's only us on this floor." Amelia leaned closer. "How did you know?"

"I met his mistress 1 hour ago."

Amelia clicked her tongue and threw him back to her chair. She was silent for a moment and then said, "Divorce him."

You scoffed, "Like I haven't thought about it a million times."

"Then do it; what's holding you back?" Amelia knew you didn't have a happy life. You're miserable. Under the expensive makeup and the fancy dress, she could see your soul crying. 

'What's holding you back?' That's the right question. 

Even though you have nothing, you still have your pride. You don't want to divorce Lloyd until he apologizes and realizes what he has done. 

But now, you don't even know anymore. 

"I don't know Amel. My kids?"

"Tsk, tsk, that's bullshit. Your oldest have moved out and already became a resident while your son is ungrateful child. If I have a gentle mother like you I won't touch any kind of drugs."

When she mentioned Lionel, you remembered, "Amel, can I ask you a favor? It's for my son. I knew there was a waiting list. I will pay double the price."

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Huh, really, Y/N. You're too kind. It's alright; I will call the designer to make another one."

You smiled at her; at least someone knew your effort. Amelia mother is a socialite whose an alcoholic and doesn't know parenting. 

Your friend became a drug addict, but she turned sober. Amelia sip the tea. "You remember Katherine from flower rearrange class?"

"Yeah, what about her?" You knew Katherine; she's a quiet and skinny woman. Her husband is an oil tycoon.

"She got divorced. Turned out her husband is abusive, and a cheater. Even though she doesn't get any money, she looks happy. I met her when I went to Florida." 

Amelia grabs her phone to open her social media. "See, doesn't she look vibrant and happier?" You look at Katherine's photos; she smiles a lot and seems to enjoy being alone.

Perhaps. Someday. You could be like her. 

On the way back home, your phone suddenly rang. When you saw the contact, a smile appear on your lips. It's from Emily. 

The only thing that could make you want to stay alive is because of her. You didn't want to be biased towards your children. But you've been through; Emily is the only child that understands you. 

She never stepped foot into the house after she entered university. Both of you only met outside. But it's getting difficult to meet since she got accepted working at the hospital. 

"My dear, how are you?"

"Mom…" Her voice sounds trembled. 

"Emily, what's wrong?"

"Mom, aunt is Mia is sick. Could you come to hospital? Please."

"What?!!" 

The moment your car stopped at the hospital, you ran from the car to the lobby. There you saw Emily already waiting for you. She's wearing her blue uniform. She looks exhausted. She lightened up when she saw you, "Mom."

You immediately hug her. "Emily, what's going on?"

Emily dragged your hand. "I will explain it later. Follow me."

She brings you into the ICU. Inside, you see your sister, Mia, lying on the patient's bed. The big sister you used to know was healthy, but now she looks skinny. 

You gasped, and your vision became blurry. "Mia, what happened?"

Mia, whose eyes were closed, slowly opened when she heard your voice. Her younger sister. "Y/N…?" She raised her hand to try to touch you. 

You immediately hold her hand and bring it closer to your cheek. "Sister, why you didn't tell me? Does brother Theo know?"

Mia didn't speak at all; she only nodded. 

Emily put her hand on your shoulder. "Aunty Mia got diagnosed with breast cancer. And… when she found out it's already on stage four."

"Oh no…"

Then you feel someone stroke your head, the movement is slow, but you know it's from your sister. You look straight at her and saw her smiling at you. 

"Y/N… I… miss… you…"  

At that moment, all the resentment and anger is gone. Both of you went back to the siblings you used to know. 

"I miss you too Mia."

You cried silently, looking at your sister condition; if both of you never fight, you could stay with her. If you had never met Lloyd, none of this could've happened.

"Here you are wifey. Damn Mia, you lost a lot of weight."

Your breath hitched when you heard that voice. It's not even an hour yet, and he already found you. 

One of the reasons you can't get a divorce from Lloyd is his possessiveness. And you can't hide from his sight. 

"Fuck… you… Lloyd." Mia cursed at him even though it was difficult for her. 

Lloyd didn't say anything. He only looked down at her. Then he wrapped his arm around you. "Let's go home. There are a lot of germs here. I don't want you to get sick." Your body couldn't fight from his grasp. 

Emily blocked both of you with her body. "Don't get mad at mom. I told her to come here."

Lloyd nodded his head. He patted her shoulder. "Come home once for a while. And don't forget to attend the party. I invited many actor and singers."

******

On the way back home, both of you were silent. You no longer care if he's mad since you didn't tell him where you're going. 

"I will stay with my sister."

Lloyd was looking at his phone; he scoffed, "Yeah, no."

This man is already over 40 years old but still childish. Didn't he see that your sister is dying? 

"This time I won't listen to you."

Lloyd sighed; he put down his phone and stared straight at you. His hand touches your cheeks and brings your face closer to him. "Wife, if you make me angry, you will attend her funeral tomorrow."

"Lloyd, ehmm…" Before you talk back, he kissed you roughly and bit your lips. 

"Aww." You pushed him away. "You're heartless. She's my sister!!!"

"Yeah, and she's doesn't even worth of your time. I need you to supervisor for the party. It's important more worth it then your sister."

You gasped, "How dare you."

Lloyd rested his hand on your thighs. "My wife, didn't you forget your promise to never meet your siblings?"

You hold your anger, it's impossible to talk through him. As you're getting older, you're supposed to get wiser. But Lloyd?

He is still a man-child. 

"Don't be mad. I will send the best doctor and medicine for her. How about that?"

"Thank you."

"Ah, I'm going to sleep at the office. I have to make sure the product is ready." 

Is this how he will start lying to see his mistress? Sure, as long as he doesn't bother her. "Okay. Thank you for telling me."

On the day of the party, Lloyd kept his promise. He really came home early in the morning. You didn't ask, and he didn't tell you about his day, so it's a win-win. 

Three of you wear a formal dress. Lloyd and Lionel wear the same design of the black suit, and you wear the black dress you bought. 

On the car, Lionel, who sit on the back, still playing games, ask, "Is Emily going to be there?"

"She will be late, since she's watching your aunt."

"Huh? Whose aunt?"

"Don't you remember? I told you before about aunt Mia. My older sister?"

"Let's forget about her." Lloyd suddenly joined the conversation. 

When the three of you arrived at the party, the red carpet and paparazzi were already waiting for your appearance.

"That dress made you look slim Y/N." 

That arrogant voice. You rolled your eyes before turning to see your mother-in-law Krystal Hansen. 

You turned around and were glad you didn't hold any champagne glass. Because if you did, you would drop the glass. 

The reason is that the woman standing beside Krystal is Zoey. She is wearing the blue dress you picked before. 

"Aw,Mrs. Hansen. You look beautiful."

"Hmm thank you. Hello mother." You greet both of them, when you trying to keep your composure.

Krystal hummed. "This girl is my secretary. Her name is Zoey. She's one of the successful people from our charity."

"Yes, madam Krystal. And I'm always grateful for that."

Krystal felt more proud. She always likes it when someone compliments her. Zoey is a nice girl who knows her place. How she wishes her daughter-in-law would be her instead of you. 

"Excuse me, I need to greet another guest."

Krystal clicked her tongue, seeing you walking away from her "Tsk, you see Zoey? She's really rude towards me."

"But it's true ma'am. There's many of guest here."

"You're right. I should meet my friend."

*********

You lied; you didn't meet anyone. You went to the balcony to get some fresh air. You were suffocated. Now everything has become clear. 

Zoey isn't Lloyd's new secretary. Both of them met through Krystal. You never go with Lloyd every time he visits his mother. It's only him and Lionel. 

Is this Krystal way to make you separated from Lloyd?

"Mrs. Hansen, you need to hear this." Kelly, your secretary, appeared out of nowhere and holding your phone.

You saw the caller's name. It's from Emily. You answered the phone and heard Emily sobbing, "Mom, she's gone."

When you heard that, you dropped your phone and lost your balance. 

"Ma'am?" Kelly, hold your body before you fall. 

"I need to leave."

"Mrs. Hansen you can't leave yet because your husband still hasn't given the permission."

"Kelly, I just lost my sister."

"I'm sorry, ma'am." Kelly and the others knew how scary Lloyd was. They knew how possessive he was with you. 

The only way is to talk to Lloyd so he would let you go. You look around, seeing everyone look like they have no problem.

Your mother-in-law is busy talking; your son is with his friends, your husband?

Where the heck is Lloyd?

You left the ballroom to look for him. He must still be on the same floor. Then you saw a man and woman hugging. You hide behind the wall. 

You knew that broad shoulder even though it was dark. That body belongs to her husband, and the woman who wore the blue dress are Lloyd and Zoey. 

Suddenly you felt a pain in your chest. It's been happening a couple of times lately. Being near them gave you more pain.

Yeah, you should walk away. Give them some space. Besides, you need to be alone. 

Lloyd was looking for you. He asked his bodyguard where you were and found you sitting on the floor in the quiet hallway. He saw you drinking wine all by yourself. It seems like you have finished one bottle. 

"Y/N?" 

Your head feels heavy; your makeup is ruined because of the tears. "Oh, here he comes, the maestro of my misery."

"You're drunk." Lloyd took off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulder. He helped the man to make you stand up. "What happened?"

"Mia is gone."

So that's why you cry, "Well, anyone will die. But she's quicker."

"Hehehehe."

First, you cried, and you giggled? "What's so funny?"

"My younger self was a fool to fall in love you. My biggest mistake is to trust you."

Lloyd felt his heart being stabbed. You never said these mean words towards him. "Alright, you're completely drunk. You don't know what you're talking about."

You pushed yourself away from him. "No. Let go of me."

"Y/N."

You were dizzy because of the alcohol;  perhaps because you're drunk, you dare to say, "You slept with her."

"Who?"

"Zoey."

"I didn't."

He knew you were depressed because you lost your sister, but what's with this accused? And how did you know that she was?

Without giving Lloyd a chance to speak, Y/N continued, "Don't lie; I could smell your perfume from her."

He didn't say anything.

Your fingers stabbed his chest. "I could have spent the days with my sister instead dealing with this party. While you fucked your mistress."

Lloyd grabs your hand "Y/N. There's nothing between me and her."

You clenched your trembling hand tightly. There was a tension that could not be hidden in your speech "I shouldn't have married you."

"..."

You murmured "My father told me to let go of everything. He never blamed me. But I'm so stupid to believe you. And now I lost the chance to say goodbye to my sister."

Lloyd never sees you like this. "We should talk about this at home." He tried to grab you but he failed.

You squeezed your arms "As I grew older, I learned the hard way to let go. But you…"

You pointed at him. "You are not capable of love. You're selfish."

“If I stop seeing that woman and mother starting from today, can we make up?” Lloyd asked.

"It's not enough." You shook your head and then said the words Lloyd never expected.

"I want a divorce."

He frowned and searched for his cigarettes in his pants pocket. He pulled out a cigarette and held it between his fingers before saying curtly, “So, you want to give her and me your blessing?”

That's even better. He should've married her. You nodded "If I could turn back time or there's another life, I wish I never met you."

Lloyd raised his voice. "I married you because I loved you!"

Your raised your voice and said "Do you know I prayed to God every day to take my life away? I want to be free from you. That's how much you've hurted me."

He launched towards you and clenched your wrist, "Even if you hate me or die before me. We will never, ever get divorced."

Your hands hurt because of how tightly Lloyd held them, but it was nothing compared to the pain you were feeling right now.

“What’s the meaning of dragging on?” You didn’t struggle from his grasp. "Please just once. Stop lying. The first time you lied to me. I lost everything."

“Look, the biggest problem with us is that I love you but I don’t know how much you love me!” Lloyd held your hand up to kiss it. “We communicate too little. You have an unbending and headstrong character, while I’m a conceited and proud man!”

He lowered his gaze, and after calming down his emotions, he held you by the back of your head and leaned his forehead against you. 

“It’s the stupidest thing I did in this lifetime, the darnedest mistake I’ve made! I hope… Y/N, you can give me a chance, a chance to redeem myself, okay?”

Lloyd hated himself a lot, especially at the thought of him cheating on you.

You knew the end of his voice was trembling, but you pretended not to know and shook your head. You pretend not to hear anything and said “It’s better that we sign the divorce agreement and lead our own lives.”

You gave a cruel smile when you saw regret in his eyes. 

You are still staring at each other; none of you speak.

"Mom, Dad?"

You widen your eyes when you hear that voice; even Lloyd lets go of your hand. 

"Lionel." You tried your best to act calm. 

"Mom, I've been looking all over the place for you." He whispered at you because Lionel realized the atmosphere is not right between you and Lloyd.

"What is it?"

"I got the email that my shoes are here. Can we get to Amelia's boutique?"

"Like, right now?"

"Yes pleaseee…. All my friends at school will wear it tomorrow." 

"Son, it's already 9 p.m." Amelia's store closed at 7 p.m. 

"Moommm…." Lionel knew it was already late, but he knew you would eventually do what he asked. You always do. 

You can't stand his nagging, just like his father. He won't stop until he gets what he wants.

You called Amelia's number, asking if her store was still open. She cursed at you, saying, of course, the boutique was already closed at this hour, but she told the security to give the shoebox to you if you arrived. 

"Alright let's go." You took off Lloyd suit jacket and handed it back to him. 

"Is it okay to leave dad alone?"

"He has a lot of friends. He's fine." You dragged Lionel's body to leave the place, leaving Lloyd alone. 

The rain is pouring hard, thunder. Luckily the road was empty. You and Lionel are inside the car. 

"Emily didn't come." Lionel said while he was still looking at his phone.

"She's at the hospital because your aunt Mia died." Your mind hasn't stopped thinking about your sister. Emily hasn't called you yet. 

"Oh right, I heard she's sick."

"You knew?"

"Dad, and grandma talk about her."

'What? So that means Lloyd, Krystal, and Lionel knew about Mia, and they didn't say anything to you. 

Lionel always plays at Krystal's house, which means, "Do you know Zoey?"

"Grandma secretary? Yeah, we talked sometimes when I was there."

"Uurgh." You feel sick, imagining they act like a family without you. 

There is no greater blessing than a family hand that lifts you from a fall, but there is no lower curse than a family hand that strikes you when you’re down.

Your husband and son didn't show any condolence about your sister. It's not like you lost a ring. You lost someone that you grew up with and shared the same blood.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"I'm not."

You must get out; if you are still stuck in the car, you will lose your mind. "Bring me the umbrella."

Jimmy, the driver, wonders why you want the umbrella, "Mrs. Hansen. I will get the package."

Gosh, you hated that name. 

"It's okay, besides the security knew my face."

"Be careful." Jimmy is worried because the rain is getting heavy.

But this extreme weather can't stop you. With that long dress and umbrella in your hand, you walk under pouring rain. 

Everyone was walking quickly to stay away from the rain. But you were slower than them, with everything in your mind. You just want to keep walking. But the trip is short. 

You have arrived at the store. The light was still on, and someone was waiting near the door. "Hello, Miss L/N." Only Amelia's boutique called you with your last name. 

"Boss has told me. Here's the package." You thanked him, then you heard the loudest thunder.

"Where’s your car ma'am?" 

"It's near. Thank you Jack." You said goodbye and left him.

While you're walking, tears keep falling from your eyes. You could see your tears drop on the floor if it wasn't raining. Leaving the traces of you crying. You crouched down and buried your head between your knees. 

You cry your hearts out before you get into the car. 

The rain was pouring too hard. Even the car headlights couldn't make the stress clear. 

Every car drives slowly, but there will always be one car that wants to go against the rule. 

"Honkkkkkkk!" Someone drives way over the speed limit.

The moment you stand up and walk across the streets, the drunk driver can't control the steering wheel, and the car goes out of control. 

The last thing you see is a blinding light, then something heavy hits you, making you fall and hit the ground. 

"KYAAH!!! SOMEONE GOT HIT BY A CAR!"

You hear someone screaming. Is it towards you?

Perhaps. Because you couldn't move your head.

You heard that you will have a flashback of your life before you die.  They were right.

You don't want to remember any memory of Lloyd. Instead, you want to remember the moment with you celebrating your father's birthday and your sister and brother. 

If you could rewind time, you want to return to that day.

'Biip' 'Biip'

"Uurgh"

'Mia, turn off your damn alarm.' You want to shout, but none of the words come from your mouth. Why does your body feel heavy? You try to move your body, but you can't.

"Call the doctor, I saw her finger move." Then a voice suddenly appeared. Why did she hear the word of the doctor?

"Mom?" You hear a female voice. But why does she keep calling Mom near your ears?

"Mom, I'm sorry." Then you hear a boy crying and sobbing. 

'What the heck is going on? Did your brother prank you? Why did someone keep calling you a mom?"

And why is it so difficult to open your eyes? 

You slowly tried to open your eyelids. When you did it. The light was too bright. You were sure you turned off the light before you went to bed. 

"Omg, she opened her eyes!!!"

"I will call Dad."

'Father?' Oh right, today is your father's birthday. 

You try to turn your head, but it hurts. 

"Mother, don't move too much. Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink?"

Yes, even though you don't understand why she called you mother, your eyes blinked to say yes. 

She puts a straw in the glass of water and brings it closer to your lips.

"Slowly Mom, or you will get choked." She gently rubbed your back.

After you tasted the water, you felt refreshed. It felt like you never drank water. Your throat doesn't feel hurt anymore. 

You look around, then realize you're in the hospital.

"I will raise the bed." This girl is kind; when you look at her closely, her face looks like someone's. 

Then the boy who cried before came back dragging a man. 

"Look, Dad, moms awake."

You looked at the man wearing a black turtle neck shirt and beige colour. His face looks like that crying boy.

You've never seen him before, but he kept looking at you. 

He walked closely and touched your face. His fingers gently caressed your face.

"I'm so glad you woke up."

'Did I sleep so long that it made everyone cry?'

This man's face got closer to your face, but you moved away. You met him for the first time, and you felt scared of him.

"Y/N?"

And he knows your name. 

But you don't know who he is and the other two youngsters. You can't help but ask, "Who… are… you?"

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➳❥ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, dubcon, noncon, dark, minors dni, daddy kink, age gap - reader is early 20s, Lloyd is late 30s, coercion, dark Lloyd taking advantage of super innocent reader, like seriously reader is very innocent, corruption kink, babying, extreme dumbification, dd/lg undertones, mention of gun, use of gun in sexual context, choking, spitting, kidnapping, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, blood mention, killing mention, manipulation, gaslighting

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words: Lloyd pops your cherry).

𝐀/𝐍: This is really fucking depraved. Please, please be warned. 

“My dad’s gonna come for me!” You burst out tearfully, tiny fists clenching at your sides and nails digging into your palms, “H-He loves me! And… And I’m not scared of you!”

Lloyd yawns, “Honey, this whole heroic act was cute two days ago. But now you’re just boring me.”

“N-Not acting!” You lie, jutting your chin up and hoping he can’t see how your hands shake and lower lip wobbles. Your dad had always taught you to be brave in the face of evil. And the man sat in front of you, with his neatly trimmed moustache and perfectly styled hair; his elegant white pants and tight black turtleneck that showed off every ridge of muscle on his body…

This man was definitely the face of evil.

“As I said, boring.” Lloyd practically sing-songs, crossing one leg over the other, his blue eyes gazing at you from where you sit on the bed with the pink satin sheets. “Why don’t you try a different schtick, sunshine? Maybe be a bit bratty? Gimme a reason to rough you up a bit before I send the videos to your father?”

Brows knotting together in confusion, a pout forms on your lips, “What videos?”

Lloyd can’t help his gleeful smile, “You’ll see.”

He gets up from the gilded armchair that he usually sits on when he comes to ‘visit’ you, making his way over to the four-poster princess bed where you sit cross-legged. The whole room that he’s put you in is soft, pink hues with gold accents – admittedly the prettiest room you’ve ever lived in. You’re thankful Lloyd didn’t throw you into a dark, scary basement when he kidnapped you – but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to leave.

Dad’s gonna come for me, you assure yourself.

But right now, it’s just Lloyd (and the guards stationed outside your room). Your captor casually walks towards you, twirling his gun in his hand in a way that makes you cringe in fear. He smirks when you exhale sharply, your eyes widening when the brunet takes a seat next to you on the pretty satin sheets.

“Why, honey. You’re hurting my feelings – I thought you said you weren’t scared of me.”

You swallow harshly, “N-Not scared!”

“Then why are you shuffling away from me like a kicked puppy?” Lloyd licks his lips, suddenly grabbing your calf and dragging you over to him. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger too – with those muscles that bulge out of the tight shirts he wears. You squeal in pure fear as places you neatly on his lap, arms encircling around you.

“Shhh, baby. Just shut that pretty mouth up for me, okay? I need to tell you something.”

Immediately, you clamp your mouth shut, sitting rigid against him while he strokes your hair. You’d never tell him this – but he’s the scariest man you’ve ever met. In the two days that you’ve known him – from when he stole into your bedroom in the dead of the night and took you up until now – you’ve seen many different sides of him. He can go from soft to insane in two seconds flat, and you’ve even seen him kill people.

“M-My dad said we shouldn’t play with guns.” You can’t help but point out when you see Lloyd continuously twirling his loaded gun with his fingers. And he’s doing it so dangerously close to you, as if he doesn’t care at all if he accidentally hits the trigger.

Lloyd snorts, “That’s because your dad’s too busy playing with his tiny dick, sunshine.”

You gasp at his crassness, and the older man can’t help but laugh at the expression on your face.

“God, you’re a little airhead, aren’t you? Makes me almost sad about what I’m gonna say next.”

Ears perking up at his words, you shuffle around on his lap until you’re facing him, blinking up at him shyly and waiting for him to speak.

“I’ve decided I’m going to let you go.”

Elation fills your trusting heart, and you bounce up and down in his lap in excitement, not noticing the way he suppresses a growl and steadies you with his large hands on your hips. “Really? Oh, Mr. Hansen, thank you!”

“Yes, sunshine. Thank me indeed. Turns out your father’s useless, and by extension, that makes you useless. And do you know what I do with useless people, baby?”

Eyes wide as saucers, you shake your head.

“I kill them.”

You’re suddenly hyper-aware of the loaded gun in his hand, the one he so callously plays with all the time. Blood running cold, you gulp up at him, “B-B-But…”

“Shhh, baby.” He presses his finger against your lips. “You didn’t let me finish. I’m feeling nice today, honey. So instead of killing you, I’m going to let you go. Isn’t that nice of me?”

He’s giving you whiplash with his words, but you nod quickly, “Y-Yeah! My mom says to always see the good in people, so I think you’re being really nice, Mr. Hansen. Thank you! When do I get to leave?”

Lloyd almost moans out loud at your innocence, digging his boner up into your ass while you blink up at him, so deliciously unaware of his intentions.

“Now sunshine, don’t get too ahead of yourself.” Lloyd clicks his tongue, finger tracing shapes on your bare thigh – you’re still in your little pink nightie that you were wearing when he kidnapped you. “I’m doing you a huge favour here. In fact, I’ve done a lot of favours for you in the past two days, wouldn’t you say so?”

“Huh?”

“Aw, you’re a dumb little baby, aren’t you?” He chucks you under the chin, loving how goddamn innocent you look, how your perfect little lips form the shape of an ‘o’, how you look like you’re hanging on to his every word, “I kept you in this pretty room instead of the scary basement, I gave you food and a soft princess bed to sleep in, didn’t I?” He pinches the flesh of your thigh when you don’t reply, “Didn’t I?”

“Ow– Yes! Yes, you did!” You cry out.

“So then it’s only fair that you repay me before I let you go.” Lloyd is vary casual with his words, making it sound like this repayment is so painfully obvious. He’s playing with the strap of your nightie now, pushing the silky strap down your bare shoulder and making you shiver.

“I… I guess so.” You’re confused, but your dad has told you in the past that if someone does something nice for you, then it’s always a good idea to repay them for their kindness. And although you’ve seen Lloyd scream at the guards and his other men (as well as maybe shoot a few people), he’s never really been mean to you. You sit up straight, nodding your head as you feel a bit more confident. In fact, you’re sure your dad would be proud of you for how you’re negotiating like an adult right now, “Okay, Mr. Hansen. What kind of repayment would you like?”

The corner of Lloyd’s mouth curls up, his large hands rubbing up and down your arms in a way that has you feeling kind of light-headed and warm, “Call me daddy, sunshine.”

“What? But you’re not my dad!” You giggle softly, not understanding why you’ve suddenly got this throbbing feeling between your legs. And it only seems to increase when his hand slips down, now casually playing with the lacey hem of your nightie.

“But I took care of you, kept a roof over your head these past two days, and also kept you fed, didn’t I? That means I’m your daddy.” Lloyd says it slowly, as if he’s speaking to a toddler.

You mull over his words, “I guess that makes sense…”

The brunet runs a hand over his perfectly styled hair, trying not to get too excited over the fact that he really has lucked the fuck out, a sweet-looking broad with a head as empty as yours sitting pretty in his lap, believing every single word that comes out of his mouth. It’s almost too good to be true.

“It makes perfect sense, cupcake. You’re just a dumb baby, so maybe things aren’t so clear in your head. But a man who takes care of his girl is known as daddy. So, you better call me that from now on.” He trails the muzzle of his gun against your bare skin with an air of indifference that makes you whimper softly.

“O-Okay, daddy.”

Lloyd almost moans out loud when he hears you say it, his pants now uncomfortably tight and he wonders just how much of an airhead you are to not notice his hard fucking dick right underneath your ass.

“Now honey, I want you to listen carefully to what I say next. Because this is how you’re gonna repay me before I let you go.”

He takes your hand; your tiny, dainty little hand, and squarely presses it down on his hard crotch. And it’s almost music to his ears when you gasp, snatching your hand back in record time.

“I can’t touch you there! That’s your… thing!”

“Oh princess, you’re allowed to touch your daddy’s cock. It’s only natural.” There’s something about the lull in Lloyd’s tone, this soft, velveteen quality of his voice, that makes you want to listen to him. Plus, your curiosity gets the best of you, because you’ve never touched a man’s thing before… Slowly, you replace your hand on his crotch, gasping when he thrusts up into your palm.

“Daddy, why is it so hard?”

Lloyd’s played with dumb little girls like you before – so none of this is new to him. But it’s also safe to say that none of those other girls were quite as innocent and lovely as you, with your wide eyes and open mouth, gaping down at his dick as if it’s about to come alive and eat you.

“Honey, this is where your repayment comes in.” He grabs your hand once more, making you stroke his clothed dick slowly, “Daddy’s cock is sick, that’s why it’s so hard. And only you can help me fix it and make it soft again.”

“Only me?” You echo prettily, looking scared and honoured at the same time.

“Yes, sunshine. Despite the fact that you’re dumber than a brick, it has to be you.” With one hand holding yours and making you stroke him, he uses his other hand to brush your hair out of your face, being all deliberately tender till you’re looking up at him with shining eyes, “My dick’s so hard that it’s causing me pain. And you don’t want your daddy to be in pain, do you? Specially when I kept you so safe and comfortable during your stay with me?”

Again, you mull over his words. Lloyd could have thrown you in the basement or one of his torture chambers where he took the other bad guys (you’d heard the guards talking about it once). But no, he’d kept you in this pretty pink bedroom with the soft satin bed and fuzzy carpet. Lloyd was nice, so it wasn’t fair that he was in pain.

You nod slowly, “Okay, daddy. I’ll help you with your pain.” And then you pout, “But I don’t know how!”

He repositions you in his lap so that you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of him and the hem of your nightie running high, your pantie-covered crotch flush against his, making heat rise to your cheeks. You’ve never been in such an intimate position with a man before. But Lloyd is your daddy, and he’s a nice man and he’s going to let you go, so you will yourself not to be scared.

He cocks his gun, pointing the muzzle of it right between your breasts where the neckline of your nightie dips. You inhale sharply as he leisurely trails it down, leaving goosebumps in your wake as you feel the weapon slide down your body. All the way down to between your legs – the source of all the throbbing – and he presses his gun against your private place, making you jolt with a surprising thrill that courses through your veins.

“Do you know what this is called, sunshine?” He asks softly.

You gulp – of course you know! You’re a big girl, after all. “Y-Yeah, daddy. That’s my vagina. But I’m not allowed to have anyone touch me there. My dad said he’d kill whoever even tried.”

“Cupcake, your dad’s a fuckin’ tool.” Lloyd flexes his arm suddenly, pressing his gun against your core and you convulse from the contact. “Now, little girls like you can’t use the word vagina. That’s an adult word. Babies like you need to say princess parts, got it?”

Princess parts. That sounded pretty, and you’ve been living in this pink princess room with a princess bed and princess sheets, so it only makes sense; so you nod in agreement.

“Princess parts.” You say softly, liking how it rolls off your tongue, “I like that, daddy.”

“Of course, you do, sweet sunshine.” Lloyd smirks, gun still cocked between your legs while his other hand slips behind you, unzipping your nightie slowly. “Now, do your little princess parts ever get creamy, baby?”

Creamy? You widen your eyes in alarm – how could he possibly know?! Gulping, your hand freezes on top of his clothed dick and you bite your lip, ducking your head down in shame.

“I… I do get wet down there sometimes.” You confess, because Lloyd said he’s your daddy and surely, he won’t tell anyone. “But it’s not pee, I swear it’s not, daddy!”

Lloyd licks his lips like he’s the big bad wolf; and honestly, he might as well be with how he plans to take advantage of your innocence. Having unzipped your nightie all the way down, he lifts your straps and slips them down your arms. You’re too mortified over how he knows about your princess parts getting wet that you don’t even notice him doing it.

“Tell me how you got wet.” He orders you simply, a look of almost unrestrained lust on his face, “And you better tell me the truth, or else I’ll change my mind about letting you go.”

You squirm, “Well… Please don’t tell anyone, but once I was watching this movie on TV, and it had a…uh… a scene in it. A dirty scene.” Scrunching your eyes shut, you can’t help but replay the scene in your mind, the actor so handsome and ripped – although not even close to as handsome and ripped as Lloyd is. “And I know I should’ve turned it off, but I was curious.”

Lloyd’s thumb brushes against your bare nipple, dick so unimaginably hard underneath you at your innocent story, and also because he’s now got you topless on top of him and you haven’t even noticed. God, you’re so fucking dumb and it makes him so fucking hard.

“Th-Then I had this strong urge to go pee, but when I got up, there was a wet spot on the couch. And my p-panties were all wet too!” You lament, and you can’t help but bury your face in Lloyd’s strong and sturdy shoulder, embarrassed because a man as sophisticated as him shouldn’t have had to hear such a stupid, shameful story.

“Oh, honey,” Lloyd coos, humping up against you because he knows you’re too distraught to notice. “You’re such a dumb little baby, not even recognising your own princess cream.”

You hiccup, blinking up at him with huge doe eyes, “P-Princess cream?”

“Yes, sunshine. Princess cream. Babies like you get all wet and drippy down there with princess cream, and you’re meant to gift this cream to your daddies to make them feel better. Everyone knows that.”

You nod, finally understanding him, “Is that how your… thing… is gonna feel better? With my cream?”

Lloyd taps your cheek condescendingly, “Guess your head’s not completely empty after all.”

And that’s how you find yourself lying down on your princess bed, the satin sheets so soft underneath you as a man almost double your age hovers over you, taking your nightie off and leaving you clad in only your little pink panties.

“You know, sunshine, after you’re done helping daddy here, we can go into my room. I’ve got a huge TV, and we can watch all the dirty movies your little heart desires.” Lloyd is feeling nice after your little confession. Not so nice as to not take advantage of you, but nice enough.

“Okay, daddy, that sounds– Hey! Aren’t you gonna take me home after this?”

Lloyd chuckles, choosing to ignore you as he surveys your almost nude body, how it quivers so prettily. Rolling your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he then brings your hand over to his pants once more, “Unzip me, baby. Daddy’s dick’s hurting a lot.”

You take a deep breath, not knowing where this is going but knowing that you want to help your daddy because he’s going to let you go after this and you’re so super thankful for that. Fingers shakily taking hold of his zipper, you undo his fly with baited breath and a thumping heart.

Lloyd’s eyes are so dark, it looks like he’s about to eat you up. “Take it out, baby. Take daddy’s dick out.”

Biting your lip in concentration, you think about when you’re in pain. Like the time you tripped and fell down the stairs when you were younger. You’d twisted your ankle and it had hurt a lot. It’s sad to think that Lloyd is hurting like that now, and you’d help just about anyone to stop them from hurting.

Your eyes widen when you pull his cock out, because your fingers don’t even fully wrap around it. He’s thick like a soda can, and long too. And so, so hard. Angry and red looking, with veins running down the side. You wonder if all men are as big as he is, or if he’s special.

“So… So big, daddy.”

Lloyd can’t help but stroke your cheek, “Take your panties off, sweetie. Can you do that for me?”

He sounds so soft and nice, voice so beguiling that you don’t think twice in obeying. But maybe it’s because you’re so distracted by the darkness in his eyes, by his handsome face so close to you, by his dick that scares you every time you sneak a glance at it… But you’re slow in tugging your panties down, and Lloyd taps you harshly on the cheek.

“Faster, you dumb fucking baby. Unless you want me to hurt you.” He gestures towards his gun which rests on the satin bedsheet next to you. You don’t understand why he’s kept it so close – it’s so scary and you hate it, but the threat works. Tugging your panties off, you go to hand them to him but he shakes his head.

“No, baby. Wrap your pretty panties around your hand and then hold my dick.”

His instructions are clear, but you still look up at him dumbly, “H-Huh?”

Lloyd rolls his eyes, patience running thin. All he really wants to do is shove his dick up your virgin pussy but he knows half the fun is building up to it. “It’ll help with the pain, sweetie. You wouldn’t understand because you’re too dumb. But don’t fucking question your daddy again.”

The satin of your panties and your soft, hesitant fingers feel like heaven around Lloyd’s dick. His own calloused hand grabs onto yours, moving your palm up and down on his big dick until you get the hang of it and don’t need his help anymore. And fuck, he doesn’t know where to look now because your tiny hand on his fat dick makes him want to bust a nut, but the look of determination on your face gets him going too.

“Is your pain getting better, daddy?”

He grunts, “Slightly, baby. But the real pain relief is inside your princess parts.” Licking his lips, he gives his next order: “Spread your legs, dumb baby. Wider. Wider, I said.”

You yelp when he slaps your inner thigh hard, pussy glistening and on display for him as you spread your legs as wide as they’ll go. And now it’s like Lloyd can’t restrain himself – how can he when there’s a five-course fucking meal about two inches away from him? All quivering and wet and untouched?

Quickly, he shoves your hand and panties off his dick, replacing it with his own as he brings his dick up to your wet folds. And you suck in a breath when his tip glides against your slit, up and down, making shivers run up and down your lower body, and you jolt upwards to create more friction.

“Ah– daddy, that feels funny!”

Lloyd’s no longer in the mood to humour you, it’s like he’s reached his quota of niceness for the day and now he just wants to get his fucking dick wet with virgin pussy. The thought makes him salivate – he hasn’t had a virgin since his days at Harvard, and never one as sweet and naïve as you.

“Shut up,” He breathes, leaning down till his chest is flush against your breasts, one hand easily trapping both your wrists above your head. He aims the tip of his dick against your clit, nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves and loving how you gasp. God, virgins were just too easily excitable.

“Oh, daddy! D-Do that again, maybe?”

That makes Lloyd bark out a laugh. “Naughty baby, you’re meant to be helping daddy out, not giving me demands.”

You hang your head in shame, “S-Sorry, daddy. I just can’t h-help it sometimes! My princess parts feel so tingly. J-Just wanna touch more– ah!” Something feral takes over you, and you reach down to grab his dick, positioning it in front of your leaking hole as if you really can’t help yourself.

Lloyd almost busts a nut right then and there, but he has enough willpower to smack your hand away, laughing when you pout and begin to cry.

“Don’t know what’s happening to me, daddy! Wanna feel you more! Feels like I’ll die if I don’t!”

He loves how prettily you cry, how you want to say you’re turned on but you can’t find the words to explain how you’re feeling. The tears welling in your eyes make him even harder and your soft cries are music to his ears.

“You ready to end daddy’s pain now, sunshine?” He asks you, leaning over you and a strand of his perfectly styled hair breaks free, brushing against your forehead. And oh my gosh, if he isn’t the most handsome man you’ve seen in the whole world! Like the heroes in the movies, or in those romance novels your mother is always reading.

“I’m ready, daddy!” You confirm, unknowingly bucking your hips upwards to meet his hard dick. But when he pushes his dick inside your hole, you gasp and push at his chest almost immediately. “D-Daddy, this is… this is sex. We’re gonna have sex?”

Lloyd really can’t believe how dumb you truly are, he gazes at you incredulously, and you bite your lip again.

“You said you would help me, sunshine. You can’t go back on your word now.”

“I’m not! I’m not!” You swear, “It’s just… I’m not supposed to have sex until I’m married. But I really want to, daddy. I wanna help you and I wanna have sex with you – I just don’t want my parents to be mad!”

Lloyd’s bored now. In fact, he’d grown bored a good five minutes ago. Maybe he could tell the guards outside to get him some ductape so he can shut your fucking mouth once and for all while he has his way with you. Or he could drug you. But then he wouldn’t be able to hear your pretty gasps and cries when he finally pops your cherry.

Decisions, decisions.

“Look, honey. I’m gonna fuck you now – whether you like it or not.” Lloyd gets straight to the point, “So unless it’s to moan and beg for my dick, I’d suggest you shut your fucking mouth.”

You pout – why is he being so mean? Isn’t Lloyd meant to be nice and caring like how he said all daddies are? You decide it’s probably because he’s in pain. Oh! His pain! You’d completely forgotten that you were doing this to help ease his pain, and you mentally kick yourself for being so selfish.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” You say pitifully, but Lloyd’s too busy fondling your breasts, leaning down to lick around your nipple before taking the hard nub into his mouth and giving it a noisy suck. And the simple action has you squealing in pleasure and excitement before he stops and gives you a wolfish grin.

“Okay, sunshine. I’m in a good mood so we’ll take this nice and slow, okay?” You nod happily and he continues, “I want you to count up till five. Can you do that, honey? Can your little baby brain count up till five?”

“Y-Yes.” You squeak, “One, two, thr– OW, OH MY, AH, AH, AH! DADDY!”

Lloyd doesn’t give a shit if he’s being cruel, but he’s not about to ease his dick into you when your drippy, tight cunt is right there in front of him. Which is why, in one hard and unforgiving thrust, his pistons his fat dick into your virgin pussy, ignoring the tightness that tries to squeeze him back out.

“God fucking damn,” He grunts, because your tight walls are squeezing him like a vice, “Goddamn this fucking baby cunt, fuck!”

And you’re crying and crying, chest heaving and limbs flailing at the intrusion. He’s so big, so, so, so big. How has he managed to fit inside of you? It’s the worst pain imaginable – and it’s indescribable how full you feel. So full of Lloyd’s girthy, fat dick – the only dick you’ve seen, the only dick that’s ever been inside of you.

“Hurts!” You cry, “Hurts so bad!”

Lloyd couldn’t give less of a shit if it hurts for you – because it feels fucking amazing for him. But seeing your eyes scrunched shut and tears dripping down your cheeks, he can’t help but lick up your face, gathering the salty tears on his tongue and groaning with pleasure as he bottoms out inside of you.

“Open those eyes, sunshine.” He says softly against your lips, “Open those eyes and cry harder for me. Like a fuckin’ baby. Daddy loves that shit.”

“Y-You said… You said…” You choke back tears, tiny hands gripping at his bulging biceps, and Lloyd can’t help but laugh at your broken voice, “You said to count till f-five!”

“I did? Oh, sunshine, I guess I lied.” Lloyd’s barely even paying attention to you, his gaze shifting down to where you two meet. He pulls his dick out of you slowly, savouring your tightness and moaning internally when he sees his dick coated in your cream and your virgin blood. Fuck, if that ain’t the prettiest thing he’s ever seen…

“Not nice!” You sob harder, bracing yourself when he pushes back into you. And it hurts all over again, you just can’t wrap your head around how big he is, “Ah, why are you be-being so mean?”

Lloyd doesn’t bother answering your dumb question, instead grinding his hips down before pulling out and slamming back in. Grabbing your thigh, he pins it above his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to fuck you. And he thanks his lucky stars that he didn’t use a condom, because fucking your baby cunt bare is nothing short of heavenly.

And he’s not completely opposed to the idea of knocking you up either.

“My dumb little baby,” Lloyd coos, cupping your face in his hands, “How does it feel to finally get fucked? I bet your old dad would be so proud of you, huh? Fucking his worst enemy because you think I’m gonna let you go after this.”

You shake your head, focusing on Lloyd’s navy eyes that are both so beautiful and so cruel. His pale skin smattered with scars from old battles, his strong, bumped nose and full pink lips. His moustache that tickles your face when he leans down over you.

“Daddy,” you cry out softly, dull thrill rippling throughout your body as he continues to thrust into you, the tip of his dick hitting a certain part inside you that has you gasping with pleasure. “Oh, daddy, still hurts but… f-feels all tingly again!”

“I’ll bet it fucking does,” He growls, picking up his pace and going into full jackhammer mode, wanting to see your cunt all messy and ruined, suddenly wanting to wreck you and ruin you for anyone else. Not that there was going to be anyone else getting between your legs. “Baby, say this is daddy’s pussy.”

“Th-This is daddy’s pussy!” You cry, all thoughts quickly leaving your mind except for Lloyd – his arms, his body, his dick, him. “Nngh, ugh! Daddy!”

There’s this pressure building up inside your lower belly, and every time his dick hits that spot inside you, the pressure mounts up further. You gasp when Lloyd forces your mouth open, spitting on your panting tongue and smirking when you look up at him in fear mixed with lust, his saliva sitting pretty inside your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You do as he orders you, completely submissive and slowly going dumb for him. God, it’s the prettiest sight in the world, you being so docile even when he’s fucking you so roughly despite it being your first time.

“Tell me you love my spit. Ask daddy to spit in your mouth again.” Lloyd grunts out over the lewd sound of his balls slapping against you with each hard thrust.

“L-Love your spit, please spit in my mouth again, daddy!” You beg him, and God, you sound so needy. Lloyd reaches out to pat your cheek, loving when your head lolls to the side. You’re gone. Fucked completely dumb and he’s barely even started.

Using his thumb and forefinger to pry your drooling mouth open, he once again spits, and then again. The first lands straight in your mouth again and you swallow like an obedient baby. The next glob of saliva lands on your cheek, and God, you look so messy. So messy and slutty yet innocent at the same time. Fuck. Lloyd wants to devour you.

Hand slipping down, he swats your ass once, twice, three times. The harsh smacking jolts you back into reality, and now you’re screaming in earnest. Your little princess bed is rickety underneath you, the headboard banging noisily against the wall as Lloyd fucks the living daylights out of you. Your pleasure is building up with each slam of his dick, his tip hitting your cervix and making you cry out his name needily.

“Yes, baby, give daddy your cream,” Lloyd finds himself coaxing you, his fingers wrapping around your pretty little throat and loving how you squeeze around his dick when he does that, “Mm, you’re a fuckin’ depraved little baby, aren’t you? You like it when daddy chokes you, huh?”

You let out incoherent gurgles and pleas, humping upwards to meet his thrusts as your eyes slowly begin to roll to the back of your head. “L-Like it, daddy! Don’t know – ah – don’t know why, but I like it – OOH, DADDY! FEELS TINGLY, FEELS SO – AH!”

Lloyd loves the look of pure bliss and confusion on your face when you clench around him and give him your first ever orgasm. He really loves the power trip that comes with the fact that he’s given you your first ever feeling of such intense pleasure, and you’ve squirted around his dick. He pins your hips down as your limbs flail uncontrollably, fresh tears in your eyes and moaning like a broken record player: “oh, daddy, daddy, daddy!”

“God, so fuckin’ tight, sweet baby,” Lloyd hisses, feeling his balls tighten, “Squeezing daddy so good, aren’t you? God, I love your fuckin’ baby cunt and how it swallows daddy’s fat dick. Little fuckin’ virgin cunt all messy and ruined, fuck! Make a mess on my dick, you little cry baby. Fuck!”

One hand gripping his bicep and the other fisting the pink satin sheets underneath you, you come undone in what is the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had. It’s also the only orgasm you’ve ever had, and you scream so loud, his name on the tip of your tongue, “Oh, daddy! Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!”

“Not God, you dumb baby, just me.” Lloyd slaps your breast before squeezing it hard. With an almighty grunt, he releases inside of you. Filling you with his hot, searing cum, ropes and ropes of it, so thick and making you feel so full. You feel it inside your very depths, claiming you, making his mark on your body.

With a shudder, he collapses on top of your weak body, and you’re so frail and spent, breathing hard and eyes glassy like you’re about to pass out. You can’t even form a single thought, all you can feel is your body shaking from the remnants of your powerful orgasm, and Lloyd’s cum which doesn’t even fit inside you, dripping out lewdly from your used fuckholes and onto your princess sheets.

“My baby, all mine,” Lloyd croons, kissing up your neck and pecking your lips, “Can’t believe how easy it was to pop your cherry.”

You blink, completely dazed and unable to form any words, just gaping up at him and trying your hardest not to black out. His sweet kisses trail up your cheek, gathering your tears along the way.

“And you know the best part, sunshine?” Your captor sings, cupping your cheek with his calloused hand, “I’m never letting you go. And guess what? Your douche of a dad is downstairs. In fact, you can say hi to him because the camera’s right there.” Lloyd twists his body slightly and points up at the red light above the dresser.

You feel your blood run cold, but you’re still too fucked out to form a sentence, “Wh-What–”

“He’s been watching us, baby.” Lloyd says proudly, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger and making you forcibly look at the camera, “Bet you didn’t think your first time would be livestreamed, did you, sunshine? Bet your dad sang like a canary once he saw his worst enemy fucking his daughter while he sits downstairs, handcuffed to a chair and completely helpless.”

Tears stream down your cheeks, but your legs are still shaking from your orgasm, and you don’t have the energy to push him off you, “H-How could you?” You cringe away from the damning red light of the camera.

“Because I can.” Lloyd answers simply, “But don’t worry, baby. It wasn’t all business. Your tight little baby cunt is something I could get used to. I think I’m gonna keep you, once I’ve questioned your dad and gotten rid of him, of course.”

He covers your face in kisses, his moustache scratching your sensitive, tear-stained cheeks as you lie underneath him, stoic and shocked.

“What do you say, sunshine? Ready to be your new daddy’s little girl?”

THE END! What do you guys think? I wrote this all today because I was rewatching some The Gray Man scenes and got super inspired! Please, please, please, feedback is so important so do tell me what you think! Please share with anyone you think might enjoy this, and any Lloyd enthusiasts! Reblogs means the world to writers, so please reblog and share! THANK YOU! ILY!

[flordeamatista]

THE MAGICIAN

pairing: mafia!lloyd hansen x reader x mafia!nick fowler

concept:  Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

word count: 2k

warnings: mirror sex + chase kink + double penetration (vaginal and anal), soft dubcon to be safe, mature themes,unprotected sex, nickname ──(Princess, Sunshine) (flashing gif ── glitching gif)

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @lunarbuck

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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A gentle breeze of cold, wet air won't make your fears disappear.

Rain continued to pour down, the icy drops searing your skin as you stepped into the abandoned carnival. Gunfire and lightning lit up the sky, a vivid warning that he lurked around every corner.

Your stomach twisted with terror as you pushed open the carnival gates. Your face was soaked in raindrops, and you felt fear rising from your bones. The cold air reminded you that you were alone and fighting for every moment.

With a charcoal sky in the background, the fairground rides spun and creaked, their colors competing with the smoke from gunshots echoing among them. The thrill rides became a roar of chaos as everyone screamed in response to each gunshot.

In the darkness above, fluffy clouds were tinted black, interrupted only by flickering flames that licked up like tongues of fire, illuminating the whole scene in an eerie carnival glow.

A thick, chaotic energy descended over the scene, overwhelming the sense of tension and stillness. It was clear that his anger had reached a boiling point. 

It was all your fault.

His face was contorted in rage as he surveyed his domain, stomping around and smashing anything that dared cross his path.

During his shooting spree, your name was shouted.

Two paths lay before you - one led to safety through the House of Mirrors, and the other led to certain death.

The faint red light shining from ahead made your stomach churn with fear. Darkness filled the air with dread and suffering. While explosions echoed in the distance, you remained indecisive.

Tightly clenching your hands, you took a deep breath before reluctantly stepping forward.

Stepping through the entrance, you removed your jacket. Your senses were overwhelmed by his words running through your mind. Reflections gleamed off the walls as if you were trapped in a time warp. There was a shakiness in your breathing. A wall of mirrors reflected each other in an endless regression of images.

Suddenly, your nose was filled with the unmistakable aromas of a man before his rough hands snatched your waist and pulled you back towards his chest.  

You fell to your knees. His rough hand covered your mouth while he pulled his gun from its holster at his waistband, keeping it cool against your neck. Moving your body left, you tried to squirm away from his gun. When his hands reached your shoulders, he squeezed them and pushed you back down.

“Shhh… Sunshine. What are you doing here?” The gun barrel pressed into your throat as he straddled you, crushing you beneath his full weight. Whistling escaped his lips, but when he took the gun away from your neck, only emptiness followed. His eyes were on your rear end as he groped away from your neck and down to give you a squeeze. “I'm here to help us." He pushed himself off you and offered you his hand, forcing you to look at him directly through his crystal blue eyes. 

Your tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut. It was exhausting running from him, maybe this was all you had left.

However, you would meet his enemy, and you didn’t not know whether that would be a victory or a defeat.

"Us?” you spat out. It was clear to you who was holding you down, and you also knew that he didn’t play by the rules.

“Yes, Sunshine, because you have things I want from you. And you need me desperately."

Through your lashes, you saw his eyes scan over your body as he wound his gun from your lips to your breasts.

The voice of this man is familiar to you, one who is labeled as a narcissistic sociopath and who is incapable of empathy for anyone except himself. Your plans were at the center of his fucked up plan for you.

Glistening demonic blue eyes just gave you a hint at what he wanted.

“Leave me alone, Lloyd! You're no better than him," you shouted. 

The darkening of his eyes and the calloused grip of his hands told you just how angry he was. Then he ran his fingers delicately along your blouse’s lacing until they rested on your breasts. 

Pulling you close, he tied your arms behind your body. He held you tight in place as you gasped in shock and stepped back. Lloyd pulled his gun from his back pocket as he leaned forward to kiss you. His grip was firm as his lips pressed against yours, and you could feel his tenacious body bear down on you, making you shiver. In fear, you struggled to loosen his grip, but he only tightened it more. 

"That's fine," he growled with a mocking smirk. "We can do it that way too." 

Your wrists were bound behind your back, the rope digging into your skin. Lloyd had spun you around and pushed you up against the cold mirror glass. You could feel every muscle in his body as he pressed against yours. He made every inch of himself felt, from his thick cock to the smirk on his lips. It was an out-of-body experience, being touched all over by someone else's hands while they did it for their own pleasure. 

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Lloyd moved it towards your face and filled your nostrils with a pungent smell. Once you were feeling lightheaded from the dizzying scent, he whispered, "I've got you, Sunshine," into your ear before sweeping you up and carrying you into the depths of the house of mirrors.

The air was filled with gloomy lust.

You sat on a chair in nothing but your underwear. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors containing an image of yourself so you could see every angle of how you ended up here.

The man behind it all was Mafia King, Lloyd Hansen; he seemed to have total control over any situation at all times, even when he was losing.

Lloyd placed his hand on your shoulder as he leaned down.

“I know what you want," you said in a soft voice, "but I'm not going to give it to you no matter how hard you try." 

Slowly, his hand maneuvered down the front of your underwear to gently touch your clit.

"You like this, don't you? I heard you had him under your spell, so let me have a taste, Sunshine."

You refused to break, spitting on him as he smiled unbothered by your defiance. 

"My cock will surely break you, Sunshine. But the worst punishment will be sharing you with him since you decided to cross into neutral territory," he said sinisterly.

On cue, Nick Fowler appeared in the frame of the mirror, clapping as if watching a play. "Ah," Lloyd murmured, "he's here."

“Hello, Princess. Looks like you got yourself into an even bigger mess with two mafia men.” 

Taking Lloyd's knife from his back pocket and untying the rope, Nick walked alongside the chair and forced you to stand up. He grabbed your throat firmly and locked his piercing blue gaze on you. 

Slowly, Lloyd's hands rubbed the inside of your thighs while pushing them further apart. He weighed your response as he smirked at you.

The only thing you could do was whine and try to keep your eyes open.

A buzz of anticipation filled your body.

"Shh, Princess," whispered Nick. "Take a look in the mirror. See what he is doing to you."

The smirk on Lloyd’s face appeared as he placed his two fingers on either side of your swelling lips. You don’t tell him to stop. 

Sensual and delicate to the touch.

Nick's fingertips gently massaged each of your breasts, savouring the softness and firmness. When he heard you moaning, he gently squeezed your nipples until they hardened between his forefinger and thumb.

Slowly, Lloyd inserted a finger inside you, followed by another, causing your hips to rock forward. 

For them, finding the information they needed took only seconds. You, on the other hand, enjoyed them taking their sweet time devouring every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet, and we've only just begun." Fear gripped you as your head was clouded in fog. You could feel Lloyd's rough hands against your neck. You could feel your pussy becoming wet just by the simple touch.

Your nose was filled with the scent of sweat and whiskey. Lloyd smoothed his other hand over your spine as if it were a stream of water flowing down it.

“Remember, Princess, we are on neutral territory and that means you have to deal with both of us.” Nick’s voice was firm but distant as it echoed off the mirrors. 

Nick’s warm breath tickled your neck as he slowly eased himself inside you, inch by inch. His moans of pleasure filled the room as you were engulfed by his hard, thick cock. Every time Nick thrust into you, he took you to new levels of pleasure.

You felt Lloyd's chest pressing against your back as Nick moved faster and faster, increasing in intensity until you finally screamed out in pleasure. 

“Let me fuck this ass. Maybe she’ll tell us with two dicks in her holes." Lloyd began blowing air on your back while he moaned about what he wanted to do with you as Nick thrust in and out. "Let's get you warmed up"

That's how this is gonna feel, baby, so strong that it'll make you alive. 

“Open her up for me, Nick” 

Nick's hands glided down your body, cupping either side of your ass. His fingers pried apart your cheeks. Gentle but assertive pressure let you know he was readying you for Lloyd. 

Lloyd's eyes smiled into yours as his tip tested the waters. You felt a slight burn as he inched inside your tightness. “Kitten, oh, Kitten,” he murmured, coaxing you along. 

Nick pulled away slightly and demanded that you look at him. He captured your gaze with his own, and the intensity in the double mirror reflection was almost too much to take in.

The sensation of being filled by both men triggered moans and gasps to erupt from deep within you. 

“Look at you taking us in,” Lloyd said reassuringly as his hand moved back and forth on your spine. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, sending shivers racing through your body. 

His lips left a trail of heat down your neck, teasingly stroking the sensitive area that instantly made your body hum. One hand rubbed circles around your clit while the other teased and tugged at it. You sank further into their embrace as both men pressed deeper into you, and the sensations swirled through your body. Their groans and cries pushed against your body's walls until finally, they reached an explosive release.

You clenched around the two dangerous men, and they spilled their cum in you as they fought over pleasure and pain.

 Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

[georgiapeach30513]

A Sin For A Sin

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

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

Rating: explicit

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

Word Count: 2.4K

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

“How long have you been married?”

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

“What’s you’re story, Mister…?”

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

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

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

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

“Who did you have in mind, soldier?”

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

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

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

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

“Then what are you waiting for?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How does she feel?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She really thought you cheated on her.”

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

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Actions Have Consequences (Dark Fic! 18+)

Dark! Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Drabble)

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Lloyd is so happy to have you home, but he needs to show you what happens when you don’t listen to his rules.

WARNINGS: This is a dark fic! It includes minor character death, graphic descriptions of violence, murder, and blood. ANGST. Also mentions of guns, abduction, vomit, and manipulation/mental abuse. 18+ Minors do not interact. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

You were surrounded by five intimidating men in tactical armor, being ushered through the halls of the large mansion you had hoped to never set eyes on again. When you reached the giant ballroom that was currently being used as the center of operations, the two guards in front of you parted. There he stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by mercenary minions, with a wide grin on his face.

“There she is!” The confident voice sent shivers down your spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You were back.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away for too long, princess. Welcome home,” Lloyd was wearing a tight fitting short sleeved sweater, light tan pants, and loafers, looking like the king he believed himself to be. 

Internally, you cringed at his use of the word “home.” This wasn’t your home. It was your hell.

He stretched his arms wide in a gesture that to an outsider would appear warm and welcoming, but you knew was just a trap. Instead of stepping towards him, you shuffled your feet, dreading what was about to come. 

Lloyd dropped his arms, chuckling, “That’s so like you, princess, playing hard to get, acting all shy.” As he spoke he slowly crept towards you, hands in his pockets, posture relaxed. You stayed on edge. He stopped about a foot away from your trembling form and placed a hand around the back of your neck. You gasped as he tugged you into him, resting your forehead against his. He breathed in your sweet scent, “I really missed our little cat and mouse games, while you were gone, but it looks like I won this time!” His grip tightened, “But I gotta hand it to ya, you were pretty good this round too, I bet you even thought you’d finally gotten away from me. I hope you enjoyed that glimpse of freedom, because I’m not gonna be so lenient with you anymore.” 

You whimpered, tears starting to well up in your eyes, Lloyd moved your head back to peer down at your pained face. He shushed you, “It’s okay, princess, I have a feeling you’re finally gonna learn your lesson.”

Tears were actively falling from your eyes now, “P-please.” It came out as barely a whisper.

Lloyd just tilted his head, “Awwww, you know I love it when you cry, princess, but those alligator tears aren’t getting you outta trouble this time.” 

He turned over his shoulder and slapped his hands together, the loud sound making you jump. “Bring ‘em in!” At his command, four people were shoved into the opposite side of the room and lined up along the back wall, guns pointed at them from all sides. One woman and three men, their faces bloody and beaten. 

Your stomach fell to your feet. Please god, no.

Lloyd turned back around to you, “Now, the rest of the guards on duty the night you escaped have already been dismissed,” His smile lit his face with evil intent as he walked backwards, closer to the struggling captives, “but I decided to keep a few around so you could see first hand the repercussions of your foolish actions.” Suddenly he spun on his heel, pulling out his gun and shooting the first person on the left, point blank in the head. You screamed as the body slumped to the ground. 

He turned back to you, “Sorry, was that too loud? Should I have given a warning?” his eyes were alight with bloodthirsty glee, “Here’s one, ready?”

“No!” your scream did nothing to stop Lloyd from executing the next person, this time landing two rounds in their chest. 

“This is pretty good target practice, princess. Gotta say, I feel almost grateful that you ran off so selfishly. I felt like team morale around here has been pretty down lately,” Bang! Another body flopped to the hard floor, now red with fresh spilled blood. “And nothing brings a group together as much as some quality time together, getting some shared experiences in, right, fellas?” His men crowded the room. They grumbled a reply, knowing Lloyd didn’t tolerate silence when he asked a question.

You couldn’t stand it, you crumpled into a ball at your feet, rocking back and forth as you tried to drown out the sounds and images that were replaying in your brain. Harsh footsteps made there way towards you and you were yanked to your feet, brought face to face with Lloyd. “I feel like I’ve made it pretty clear that you can’t hide from me, princess. You can’t hide from the consequences of your own actions either.” Your eyes bounced around the room, frantic to escape his crazed gaze. All you were met with were accusatory glares and pitiless expressions. 

Finally, your eyes landed on the last person standing in the line of Lloyd’s victims. Her eyes were filled with hatred, rage, and fear, you wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. Another shot. A red hole appeared in between her eyes, then she too fell to the floor. You hunched forward, wrenching up what little food you had in your system. You were dangling over Lloyd’s firm arm, shaking with shock and fear. He stood you upright, a pleased smile played across his hardened features, “It’s good to have you back, princess, I missed you. We all did!” 

A/N: Damn! I had something completely different in mind and did not plan on it getting so dark, but here we are. Lloyd will really just do that to you. I will probably write more w/ this pairing, bc Lloyd does things to me & I need to write some dark & dirty smut😈 If you have any requests for this pairing, lmk! P.S. This will most likely become a plus size reader in future installments, so yeah😉

Update! I did write more & it’s so dirty: Front Row Seat