#lloyd hansen x woc!reader

[geminixevans-stan]

All The Time

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Words: 3.6k+

Summary: He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, smut, oral m rec, unprotected sex, gunplay, spanking, bicep choking, cuckolding, squirting, fingering, mentions of gunfire, shooting, daddy kink.

A/N: It’s safe to say that after The Gray Man trailer that Lloyd Hansen is superior! I hope you like my little pairing! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you. 

That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.

Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now. 

You never thought you would see the day that anyone would have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you. 

Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.

That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong. 

Yet, as you opened the large oak door, someone else was in his seat and Nick was on the other side. Out. Cold. The guy sitting with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face beckoned you to come in. 

But you hesitated and that smug turned into a smile as he pulled out a 9mm and pointed it straight to Nick’s head, “I’d come in here if I were you. I’ll splatter his brains all over these walls sweetheart. Test me,” his tone was cold yet that smiled stayed. 

This is one deranged motherfucker…

The thought bounced in your head, snapping out of your mind when you heard that familiar click. 

“Times a wasting gorgeous, his blood will literally be on your hands if you don’t move. Now,” you pressed the door shut behind, hearing an appreciative hum from his throat as you made your way over to Nick. 

His head was slumped to the side but he was still breathing. You rose your head up to the man in question, “What do you want?” the question was simple yet the answer was something you weren’t expecting. 

The deviant sitting in front of you, gave a beaming smile, “Well that’s simple sweetheart… you,” there was a bit of silence as you quirked your brow at him, “Just for an hour while Nicky boy sleeps. You know how he is about you..”

That you did. Which is why this whole ordeal became humorous. Nick’s warm breath coasted across your hand as he showed no signs of waking. You didn’t even know who the fuck this guy was but he sure knew Nick.

One thing you did know was that he was gorgeous, even with the mustache that he sported. He carried the most beautiful blue eyes but you could tell they were dangerous too. Any man that can smile while pointing a gun at anyone had some screws loose. 

Just like your sweet Nick…

You didn’t know what to do but whatever he wanted from you, he couldn’t have. The smirk stayed on the pretty boy's face before it broke into realization, “How rude of me. I don’t think we shared pleasantries. Lloyd Hansen and I know all about you,” your body flinching a bit as your name rolls off his tongue. 

But you heard of his name before, never put a face to the name until now. He definitely looked like a Lloyd that’s for sure. 

Men like Lloyd came a dime a dozen. Not many put the fear in you and Nick never did even with his gruesome past and present. 

Yet Lloyd seemed different, a new kind of unhinged and you didn’t believe many men. In this instance though, you believe that he would shoot Nick without hesitation. 

 There you stood as tall as you could be eyeing Lloyd in the wrong chair. It sent fire through your veins and it was time to play his game, “So Lloyd… How can I help you? Money? We have that. Territory? I’ll see what we can do. It would be hilarious to think you’ll ever have me though. You know what Nick would do to you?”

Lloyd blanches sarcastically, “That I do. Looks like he can’t do much right now gorgeous? What do you say? One hour and everyone will be happy. Need to see what keeps Nick sharp like he is. I could use some of that around me.”

A snicker escapes your throat at what he’s asking, “What? Don’t tell me the great Lloyd Hansen has to stoop low for another man’s pussy? Is that what this is? I gotta say… I’m not interest-” A shot rings out that cuts off your last word. 

Your head snaps to him as your eyes widen, the smugness on his face returning, “Sweetheart I can get any piece of pussy I want,” the click of his gun going off as he reloads, “I just want yours at the moment. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me some gratitude.” 

“Gratitude for what? Having shit aim?”

Another shot rang out as the glass sculpture of your own body shatters. Nick was gonna kill him from that alone..

“For not putting a bullet in both your heads. Now….” He raises his gun again, pointing at you, “Move it. Unlike you, I don’t have all day.”

That was rich coming from a bastard trying to get your — well Nick’s pussy. He made sure you knew it was his whenever he took you apart and you thanked him every time.

You took slow strides around the desk, eyes staring daggers into Lloyd. Whatever he was going to do to you, Nick was going to do worse to him. 

The fact makes you smirk as you walk over to him, his brows furrowing, “What’s so funny gorgeous?”

You let out a small giggle the second you’re face to face with him, “Just that… Nick is going to kill you. So have your fun, I’ll be sure to buy the best flower arrangement for your funeral.”

Cold steel met the tip of your chin, raising your head at eye level with him. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his smile appears, “I see why Nick likes you, sweetheart… That mouth.” 

You flinch away the moment his thumb skates across your lip, “So pretty,” he whispers, “But! I think you can use those pretty lips in better ways than trying to piss me off.”

A low groan could be heard but it came from neither you nor Lloyd. You both turn your head to a waking Nick. Whatever Lloyd thought he injected with wasn’t strong enough. 

Your fight or flight comes into play as you try to inch away from Lloyd, only to be pulled back roughly with your back against his chest. You could feel the solid muscle behind his shirt and the planes of his abs, resting at your back. 

It didn’t even surprise you that he had some strength, no matter how good he looked. 

“Stay right here sweetheart, looks like Nicky wants to watch,” he chuckles, dipping his lips to the exposed part of your neck. The full pair ghosts over your skin, sending goosebumps all over you. 

But your eyes stayed directly on Nick as he raised his head to see the image in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times before his vision became clear. His first instinct was to pull at the ropes and he struggled.

He was still weak from whatever he was given but the anger that rose from him was in full force. Only, he didn’t yell or look like he was going to try and save you. 

Nick looked at Lloyd first, then to you, “Daddy’s girl okay?” the tone filled with sincere worry but his face still stayed cold. 

You nod once before Lloyd's chuckle cuts through the exchange, “Oh she’s gonna be more than okay after I’m done with her,” he says raising the barrel of the gun and running it slowly down the side of your face, neck, and down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched, not of fear but of arousal? 

This was turning you on and if anyone knew your body cues, Nick did and he knew his girl, was turned on. The faint tint formed at the front of his slacks as he kept his eyes on you, “Say, Hansen,” Lloyd sets his sights on Nick, “Need you to check something for me…”

Lloyd scoffs, amused that Nick would be asking him for anything right now, “Humor me, Nicky. What can I do for you?”

“Check my pussy,” you begin to protest, but Nick’s glare silenced you, “Go on. Whatever you find will determine if you have a closed casket or not.”

Lloyd wasted no time bunching up your dress and push his hand between your legs. The triumph laced on his fact the minute he finds just what he and Nick were looking for. 

“Completely drench,” Lloyd says in amazement, “I see why you stay between these pretty thighs Nicky, she’s got a fucking faucet,” he grunts, pushing two thick fingers in your slippery hole. 

You let out a breathy moan, catching the tick in Nick’s jaw. At this point, you didn’t know if he was mad or amused. But as his eyes never left yours he asks, “He feels good sweet girl?,” you shake your head, “Oh don’t lie now. I can see the cream on his fingers from here..”

It was true, Lloyd’s thick digits were curled at the right angle, bumping up against the spongy spot within your tight slit.

Lloyd pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. The rough pads of his fingers against your spot makes the pressure build in your core, strangled sounds coming from your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You know he doesn’t like liars gorgeous. Tell him. Tell him how good you feel right now.”

You try to resist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Lloyd brings you to the edge, slowing down as a whine bubbles from your throat. 

“Y-yes Daddy… He feels — fuck it’s good oh fuck!,” you squeak out the minute Lloyd speeds up his pace. The tent grows bigger under Nick’s pants and his lips quirk up. 

“Oh, my greedy girl. You know better don’t you?” desperately you nod at him, knowing that your end was near, “Seems like she forgot her manners, Hansen. You got your hour. Make it good.”

With Nick’s own permission, Lloyd pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, the squelch heard as your walls try to suck them back in. 

You looked at him in disbelief as Lloyd turned your attention to him, “Since you like to be quiet gorgeous, let’s put that mouth to work. Knees.”

It should have been a crime how quickly you lowered to your knees for him and it should have made Nick mad but you’ve kneeled for him without even asking. 

Your eyes look up at Lloyd and then back to Nick, making sure this was something that he wanted. By the look on his face, this was more for him than you right now. The coldness of the steel presses to your cheek, turning your head back to Lloyd’s direction. 

The bulge straining at the front of his well-tailored slacks was in clear view and the corners of your mouth became wet. 

Lloyd looks down at you, his face full of questioning, “I thought you were a good girl gorgeous? Take me out. You know what to do.” 

You bring your hands to his belt, quickly unbuckling it as the clink of metal can be heard. Following his belt, you pop off the buttons of his pants open, pulling the zipper and his pants low enough to grab the waistband of his briefs. 

The most glorious glistening cock springs out, bobbing in the air. Corded veins traveled from his shaft to the leaky red head that was inches from your lips.

You wanted to taste it — devour it. After all, whatever you were about to do was all to save Nick’s life..

Right?

That’s what your excuse was going to be. Your tongue snaked out, as you scooted closer. You lick a long slow stripe up Lloyd’s thick cock, gaining a sharp hiss, the minute you wrapped your lips around his aching head.

“Fuck, that’s it gorgeous,” he chokes out, “No won- fuck” he groans the minute your throat wraps around his length. Your eyes gaze up at him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. 

Nick sat on the sidelines as his girl went to work, his own cock leaking at you sucking off another man. In any other circumstance, he would have already put two in Lloyd’s chest. But who was he to deny you of anything making you that wet?

The loud slurps from you and curses falling from Lloyd’s lips, had your inner thighs drenched with arousal. Turned you on knowing that you can bring these men to their knees with your mouth. 

It made your double your efforts as your wrapped your fingers around Lloyd’s thick length, twisting and sucking at the same time. 

“There you go, sweet girl, drain him. Show him why you’re mine,” the growl coming from his lips as you stopped all your motions and looked over at him. 

Lloyd's eyes opened up as he saw your sights set on Nick and then back on him. You took your hands that were once wrapped around his cock and brought them behind your back.

With no warning at all, you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue spill over your lips. Lloyd didn’t need any instructions as he gripped your hair in one hand, slowly shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

He didn’t start at a slow pace. No Lloyd wanted to fuck your throat til you could no longer breathe. His hips snap at a bruising pace, spit dripping from your lips in long strings as your hollowed your cheeks to suck him in more. 

His eyes that were once blue were filled with the darkness as he looked down at your ruined face, “Look so good with my cock in the pretty mouth gorgeous,” he pants out, cursing as you moan around his length, the vibrations sending the first wave of his impending release.

He hated to not feel your mouth around him but, he was going to make the best of this hour and if he was going to cum, well he had to the perfect place. 

Lloyd stopped his movements, slowly pulling your mouth off his cock. Sharp pins spread to the back of your head as he drags you back up, not wasting any time to bend your completely over. 

You became eye to eye with Nick and his eyes were filled with nothing but pure lust. 

“Still okay sweet girl?” his question more of a check-in than anything. He knew if you weren’t that he would have ended this charade the minute you said you weren’t 

You nod as your try to speak, your throat becoming sore, “Okay Dadd- oh fuck!” your speech falters as Lloyd began to push into you. 

The whimper escaped your lips as he pushed in deeper, stretching you out with every inch until he bottomed out. Lloyd’s chuckle vibrated over your shoulder as he pressed a searing kiss on your skin, “Look at this greedy pussy Nicky boy. Even when I’m all the way, she’s still trying to suck me in. Shame you keep her all to yourself you know.”

Nick looked the least unbothered, “You know I never share Hansen. But my sweet girl loves your cock so much that I’ll make an exception. You’d have a slut like her in no time if you treat her like I do mine.”

Lloyd smirk, drawing his hips back, only letting his fat tip resting in your walls, “Yeah well,” he thrusts knocking the wind out of you, “Maybe I like yours a little too much,” he says through gritted teeth the minute he snaps his hips at a steady pace. 

He grips your hips with his large hands as he pounds your dripping hole, fascinated at the cream forming on his cock.

“OhfuckOhfuck!” you slur your words as Lloyd’s tip brushes up against your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to reach out to Nick. 

“Ah ah ah, my sweet girl,” he tsks, “You wanted it now you take it like a good girl. Come on make daddy proud baby.”

Lloyd leans down pressing his lips to your ear, “Come on don’t be shy sweetheart. Making you feel so good, this tight pussy won’t even let me go,” he cooes to you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, bringing you up against his chest. 

He sets his thrusts to a bruising pack, the new angle letting him hit your spot with every stroke. You choke out a scream as he pulls pleasure from your body, tightening his grip on your windpipe. 

Nick is in awe of the entire ordeal that he writhes, trying to find some friction. He stops when he can’t get a reprieve, taking in the goddess you are as you get fucked to an inch of your life. 

The sounds of slapping skin and the loud squelching noise bounce off the walls as Lloyd takes you apart with this thick cock, the pleasure blooming in your core. 

“F-fuck! Oh that’s so good,” you cry out, choking on your breath as Lloyd squeezes your neck, breathing hard in your ear. 

“Yeah? It’s what you wanted huh sweetheart. You needed this cock didn’t you?” the sting on your ass from his hand could be felt before the sound rang in your ears. 

You let out a wail, eyes rolling to white as he uses your body like his own toy. 

Nick loved looking at you like this. His sweet girl looked so good all fucked out and a complete mess. He grunted audibly, looking at your walls flutter around Lloyd’s cock. 

He knew you were close before you did and he was ready to give you want you wanted. No… Deserved. 

Nick straightened up in his seat, watching the image in front of him unfold. You couldn’t keep your moans at bay, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter. 

Your pussy sucked Lloyd in at you set your eyes on Nick, “Daddy… Please? Pretty, pretty please?”

Nick smirked, moving slowly to take the knife from his back pocket, “What do you want baby? Tell me…”

You started to speak before, Lloyd slammed your face down on the desk, snapping his hips violently making you reach out for Nick, “You need to be begging me, sweetheart. I’m the one making you feel good.”

“Fuckkk…” you drawled out, still keeping your eyes on Nick. 

“He’s right baby, go on beg him for it.”

Lloyd laid another resounding slap to your ass, “No need,” yanking your head up as he kept pounding into you, “Go ahead cum and you better soak me,” his free hands moves, gripping his 9mm and pointing it at Nick, “You better cum good or I’ll put a bullet in his head. Come on cum for me baby,” he says as he sinks his teeth in your neck. 

You let out a piercing scream the moment the coil snaps and your juices cascade down your thighs and coat Lloyd’s twitching cock. 

“That’s my girl,” Nick whispers, grunting out his own release the minute you let go. He lets out a series of curses as the wet spot on his slacks grows. 

Too lost in your own high, Lloyd curses, pulling out of your spasming hole and pushing you down to your knees. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” his mouth hangs open, groaning loudly as he jerks himself over your face, white ribbons covering your face as the remainder lands on your lips and tongue. 

Just like the true slut you were, you instinctively swiped your thumb over your bottom lip, pushing his seed over your tongue and swallowing his release down. 

“Fuck,” both men say simultaneously. Pride fills your body as both men look at you like art. 

“I see now,” Lloyd breathed out, stuffing himself back in his briefs and fastening his pants back up. He placed the safety back on his gun and walk around you and in front of Nick, “That sweet piece of pussy just saved your life. We’ll be in touch..”

Just as quick and silent as he entered your home, Lloyd Hansen was gone. The ache between your legs was proof that he was there. 

“Come here, sweet girl..” Nick calls out for you and you crawl slowly over him, resting your head in his lap. 

You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile on your face, “Hi Daddy,” you say quietly. You hear a snap and Nick's hands are cupping your cheeks softly. 

“Hi baby…. Got some energy for me?”

For him? You had all the energy in the world…

[flordeamatista]

𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕

pairing: Demon!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

concept: There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.

word count: 1.1 k

warnings: dark themes, knife play, dreams lust, soft dubcon, kidnapping, nicknames ─ (Sunshine, Cupcake)

a/n: My small daydream entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge I had an old wip for a demon and Lloyd decided it was time to write for him.

lovely betas: @lunarbuck

line divider: @s-tarksintern

moodboard and gif made by me but shoutout to @sgt-seabass for giving me the screen caps for Mr. Lloyd!

Masterlist

In him, he is restoring and preserving your soul.

The dull numbness that had struck when a tranquilizer shot you while you were running had mostly dissipated, leaving only a slight burning sensation.

You were blindfolded, gagged, and tied to a chair. 

Your ears pricked, and you listened for any movement from anywhere, trying to control the panic in your body. 

Your only memory was getting on the plane, seeing the clouds, and noticing a stache.

Silence. Silence engulfed the room.

Twisting around, you felt a loose knot behind your back. 

This was it. There’s a window. 

You smiled as you slowly freed yourself from that knot.

While you hurriedly removed your blindfold and gag, you looked around in the semi-darkness, trying to recall the last few hours, but you weren't able to see much.

As you slowly counted to ten, half of your vision gradually returned until you could see definite objects and your surroundings clearly. The roar of ocean waves and water rocking back and forth could also be heard.

“Well, hello there, Pumpkin! The figure spoke as light flooded his face. Your eyes glazed over his diamond-like check polo t-shirt and shiny ring on his finger as he slowly caressed your face, you noticed his blue eyes, lustful eyes. 

Game pieces make up his world, and you are its center

It's that voice. You could hear the demon's voice. It was almost ten years ago, when you were in your twenties, that you sold your soul to this voice.

Demon Lloyd. 

Having known why he was here, you knew  your time was running out. Since you didn't want to leave your lifestyle behind, you were about to deal in a contract with a higher demon to wash away Lloyd.

A smirk spread across his face. Open-mouthed dark-lusted kisses trailed across your jawline until your ear was submerged in his sultry breath. 

Each word he spoke traveled along your ear's shell before biting into the lobe as he gripped the ear. The temperature of his hand at your waist lowered while a sharp cold sensation traveled along your thighs. “I'm collecting you, Sunshine. I've been waiting for you since the first day you came to me."

“I don’t like chasing you,” he said, sliding a knife on your skin. Your skin felt like it was melting. As you looked down, you saw your dress melting under the knife like fire and air, revealing your body to him.

The gasp that left your mouth elicited a sinister chuckle from his throat. 

Your skin erupted in goosebumps as the knife allowed your body to breathe for him to see.

“Sunshine, you are all wet for me. See how close I am to your damp underwear. Have you thought about fucking me from the start? We are destined to be in harmony together. It was meant to be, my sweet sunshine." The way he put the knife handle into your pussy just enough to pass through the fabric of your underwear had you breathing heavily.

He overpowers all the damned with his mischief; you can moan and groan in bliss for him.

Feeling it, you wondered how his mouth and fingers would feel. Despite knowing demons had tails and hearing stories about humans and their sexual adventures with them, maybe you were curious to experience something other than a sharp knife.

Lloyd ground the knife into your thighs, balancing between light and painful.

The demon's only desire was to hear you groan his name as he held you tightly in his embrace.

As he squeezed your throat, kisses fell on your collarbone and the middle of your neck. 

An echoing moan leaked out of your ears pumped blood through your body. 

Suddenly the movement stopped, the blade flipped a second time, and your underwear met the same fate as your dress.

 Lust and desire flooded his azure eyes.

"What should I do, use that smart mouth of yours or let you scream my name for the whole world to hear?” A glittering tip of the blade appeared under the starlight as the knife fell between his fingertips.

My touch will reveal how I will equal you

A moan from your lips fell into his mouth like a sealed contract. He retreated with a smirk that hovered just high enough above your head to escape your grasp. 

Your skin was marked by the wind around his fingers, knife, and kisses.

You could feel it blowing like a plane flying into clouds.

This was not real.

Dreams.

There was a strong wind blowing, shattering windows and tearing apart the wind, even destroying the desire. 

A sudden flickering of lights and screams from your jet caused you to awaken.

Upon waking, you realize everything was a cloudy dream. 

The lustful dream is still clouding your mind when that voice speaks again. You're sure you're not sleeping this time. As you attempt to calm your breathing, you hear his voice. 

A scratching comes from the outside of the plane on the side of the window.

Shadowy clouds are all you see around you, along with the golden ring in the reflection. Your breath becomes heavier, and the air ices over. Slowly turning around, you see him again.

There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.

There is a rapidity in his movements. You feel euphoria creeping up in your chest as everything tightens. 

He digs his fingers into your hips, flips you onto his lap, rests one hand on your cheek and slowly runs his lips along yours. He hums, "Such a pretty Sunshine. Surrender yourself to me!"

Lloyd bites your lower lip before tracing his finger slowly down to your pussy.

 As you closed your eyes, he had you. 

In return for a decade of freedom, you gave him your soul for eternity.

 “Cupcake, spread your legs. You’re now going to see my true form.” 

As he licks his lips, he focuses on your bare skin, and you see his tail on your legs.

Your tongue is filled with scorching moans.

As the world flips, desire demon paint greets you in an unending sky

[shotgunbunny]

I want Lloyd to edge me until I cry and then slap me call me his pathetic little baby. Like I’ve never wanted to be manhandled by someone more. 😩👏🏼

I absolutely agree bestie! That man is feral and so unhinged it makes me drool 😩 here's a small drabble of a bodyguard Au I've been thinking of making!

ꨄ𖣦𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨𖣦ꨄ

[warnings!! smut! dirty talk!! Lloyd Hansen! Breeding kink! slapping!spitting!!daddy kink!!]

Lloyd had been your bodyguard forever but eventually the lines had crossed so far that you could never return back to your prior relationship. But you were happy, Lloyd always took care for you. The only difference was that Lloyd was more protective and when you were alone he was so soft and sweet.

But the same can't be said for that softness right now. You had disobeyed Lloyd while you were shopping, he had thought someone was following you so he ordered you to stay close to him. However as he was surveying the area, you wandered off seeing the shoes that you had been craving.

To say Lloyd was annoyed with you was an understatement. Which is why you were being punished. But it was worth it, those shoes were beautiful.

You wrists were tied above your head, to the headboard of the bed. And your ankles were each tied to the bed posts at the end of the bed. And Lloyd was sat on his knees clad only in an ugly polo shirt and his boxers that covered his hard cock. He looked like the devil right now.

Holding a vibrator to your clit at the highest setting, everytime you were close to a release, he pulled it away with a devious smirk. "Awwh what's wrong sunshine? Can't handle then punishment? Maybe don't be a dumb bitch and listen to me, huh?" You let out a squeal as he placed the clit on you one more time.

You couldn't take it, you came everywhere, wetting the bed and Lloyds hand. God you saw heaven, but you were quickly snapped out of it by Lloyds paw slapping your face. The sound of the slap echoed in the room as well as his tuts.

The shuffling of clothes were heard and the you saw Lloyd above you, his glare was angry. Yet so hungry. "You stupid fuckin' slut. All you had to do was not cum. Seems you can't even do that fuckin' whore." Before you could whimper out an apology.

Lloyd pushed his cock all the way in you, groaning as you came around his cock again. "Pathetic little slut. Fuckin soaking my cock. Awww now you're crying. My little crybaby." The pleasure you felt echoed in your bones and swallowed you up into an oblivion of Lloyd. You sobbed trying to express this but Lloyd simply slapped you again.

"Messy fuckin baby. Don't worry daddies gonna fill you up. Daddies gonna make you real messy with his cum." He spat on your face and your toes curled over his cruel words. You looked at him through blurry eyes and saw only determination glinting through them, a strand of his hair had fallen forward while he was thrusting.

You heard the sound of his thrusts, how wet your pussy sounded and the heavy breathing of Lloyd. His cock kept rubbing deliciously against a certain part of you but he refused to touch your abused clit. He groaned and you made eye contact. You were about to look away when he slapped you again, feeling the sting in your cheek.

He grabbed your chin and forced your face to look at him. "Open your fucking mouth." He said through grunts and you did so willingly. Lloyd spat into your mouth and then thrust faster. "Gonna cum in you. Gonna get you knocked up. Fuckin slut." You're whined and came one last time.

With a moan that was so beautiful to hear, Lloyd's thrusts stuttered and you felt him fill you up. You whined. "We're not done sunshine. This is just the beggining for you being a fuckin' crybaby and stupid whore."

[stargirlfics]

Pretty When You Cry

Lloyd Hansen x Black Reader

Summary: He’s sick, he’s mean, he’s cruel and he’s all yours too

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, daddy kink, degradation and mocking, lloyd is a bit mean in this, smut: doggystyle, rough sex, fishhooking, dacryphilia, dirty talk, use of “daddy”, brief creampie mention, general filthiness

Word Count: 1.7k

Note: Dedicated to @hansensgirl!!! A bit of a belated birthday gift for you Sab angel! Your works and love for Lloyd helped inspire me to write this so thank you! Lub you! 🖤

Lloyd Hansen had you wrapped around his pinkie a little more than you wanted to admit but god did you love it. 

He was a bad man, as sick and twisted as they come and none of his mean nature was tempered for you, especially not when he knew just how wet you got for his harsh hands and even harsher tongue.

Your body yielded to him so much faster now than it did at the start when you held more annoyance and contempt towards him than the molten desire causing the slick between your thighs now. The best part was that you were his, his pretty little star. 

It’s precisely what he loved about you, that despite the bambi eyes and tear stained cheeks, you wanted him, craved him, by all accounts needed him. 

That’s how your current circumstances came to be; your face flush against the silky gray sheets, your ass high in the air, and Lloyd thrusting into you from behind. There was no mistaking your high whines and moans, how they all sounded like incoherent babbles but Lloyd knew you best, good enough to make out the pleas for more, for “harder” and “please” and his personal favorite…”daddy” amongst the tangle of sounds.

“Ah, but I’m already in your tummy, sunshine. I don’t know if you can take my hardest, I don’t think you’re up to it.” 

It was precisely his mocking that got you here in the first place.

Earlier, the pout on your face when Lloyd had teased you about being “such a goddamn slut” for when he was being mean, effectively calling you out and making your cheeks burn. You refused to admit he was right, denying his accusation up and down. 

Oh, how you should have known it would only fuel his antics. The devilish smirk that graced his features as he chuckled and steadily backed you into a corner made the heat swirl in your core, protests to his continued teasing harder to come up with. 

“Don’t lie to me, sweetheart, I don’t like little girls who lie.” 

You tried so very hard to stop the needy whimper from tumbling past your lips but he heard it, Lloyd never missed a thing and you realized you had nowhere to run, your back pressed uncomfortably against the wall and his broad shoulders the only thing you could see in front of you. 

It made you feel so helpless, heat prickling your thighs at the anticipation of it all. How easy it was for him to bring it out in you, the itch that made you so desperate for him and whatever he was gracious enough to give you. 

In the end, you always let him pull you under, always surrendering to the fact that yes, your man, sick and cruel and mean, knew best. 

“N-no, please, daddy. I can take it, I can! Please give me more,” you whined, turning your head a little more to look back at him. 

It was a sight that made you flutter around him, Lloyd and his toned arms on display. His forearms tense with the way he held onto your hips firm enough to hurt just the way you liked. 

But just to toy with you, he slowed his pace down, still pushing in deep to nudge against the deepest parts of you only agonizingly slow, pinching your skin when you start to push back against him. 

“Those are big words for you, cupcake. Does your stupid little slut brain really understand what you’re asking for?” his grip loosened from your hip to slide up your back, finding its place at the back of your neck where he tugged you up onto your hands. 

You whined at his words, your center pulsing at the way he dumbed you down, how easy it was for him and then you, left scrambling to answer, trying to think while every thick inch of him was buried inside you. 

All you managed to get out were breathy pleases, your brain cloudy with utter need, all your energy spent trying to keep from fucking yourself back on his length.

Lloyd’s dark, amused chuckle made your spine tingle, “Oh, I love it when you get this desperate to be fucked, it’s so cute seeing you forget that your pussy just can’t handle that. But if that’s what you want so bad…”

There were all but a few seconds to register his words before he was pulling back and pushing back in roughly, your back arching with the force, hands fisting the sheets below you. 

He felt incredible, every thrust sent searing heat throughout your body, your limbs turning boneless by the second as he handled you how he wanted, pounding into your pussy at that angle that made you breathless and pliant to his whim. 

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy, thank you,” your moans collided with the harsh slap of his hips meeting your ass. 

“And she still knows her manners, I trained you well, huh? Good girl.” Lloyd’s voice startled you now that it was at the shell of your ear, his pace unwavering even as he was leaning over you now.

The reward for your good manners had you reeling, two of his skilled fingers hooked against the inside of your cheek, pulling your head to the side so you could watch how he was taking you apart, your position from head to toe, exactly where he wanted it to be. 

It was exactly what you had wanted, filled up, fucked rough, made to cum as many times as Lloyd wanted or allowed, a complete mess by the end of it all. 

Your moans only seemed to climb higher, tears starting to well under your fluttering lashes at the flood of pleasure, almost too much, almost bordering on the edge of pain. The fact that your arms had finally given out underneath you wasn’t the least bit an issue for Lloyd, his free hand returning to grip the back of your neck, keeping you upright, using the hold as leverage to rut into you just a little harder. 

“Mm, that’s it, there she is,” he grunted lowly when he felt your body sink into his grip, impressed with how well you were doing so far but not mistaking the signs of your exhaustion and impending climax.

He knew your body like the back of his hand, always paying special attention to all those little details, the shifts in your breathing, the pitch to your moans that always told him when you were getting close, the tension in your limbs, and most importantly, the look in your eyes the longer he pounded into your soaked hole. 

How doe-like they were, especially when the tears started, exactly as they were now. 

“Fuck! It’s t-too much, daddy, oh god,” you brokenly sob out against his fingers still in your mouth, the words thick, slow as they make their way out. 

Lloyd tsks at you, forcing your body back, bottoming out deep with every thrust. 

“Aww poor thing. But that’s what you wanted isn’t it, sunshine, wanted daddy to fuck your guts out, right? Are you asking me to stop?” his tone was as condescendingly sweet as it gets, his words making your vision a touch bleary with unshed tears. 

If he stopped right now it would shatter you, that much you were sure of. There was nothing more you wanted than for him to keep going because that perfect release was almost within reach.

“No, no please don’t stop! Just feels so good, I-” whatever words you were going to say died in your throat once Lloyd propped a foot up on the bed, the new angle allowing him more leverage, and your back deepened to an even meaner arch. 

Obscene moans and whines turned into near screams as he fucked you good, his thrusts controlled and steady, keeping himself deep with every drag against your walls, cursing under his breath at how you clenched around him, how drippy and soft your walls felt, and the sight of you too, your puffy lips swallowing his length again and again. It made him throb. 

The white hot edges of your orgasm began to creep up your spine, the tears welled in your eyes now fallen past your lashes, streaked across your cheeks that were smeared with your spit as Lloyd took his fingers from your mouth to snake around your front, finding your sensitive clit with ease. 

“Fuckin look at you, such a mess, so goddamn pretty crying on my dick. That’s my girl.” 

You couldn’t turn your eyes away from him as hard as maintaining eye contact was, you knew how much he liked seeing you this wrecked for him and the intensity of his gaze, of his body language was what kept you focused, a lifeline as you began to fall apart around him. 

“Daddy!” you sobbed, and more tears cascade down your cheeks, dripping onto the sheets below you. 

Sharp gasps filled in the gaps of your loud cries as you felt his heavy balls slap against your core, his fingers still rubbing your clit, the combination making you shudder and squirm. 

“I know, sweetheart. I can feel you coming, yeah that’s it, cry harder,” Lloyd encouraged you, cooing in your ear, that mean edge still in his voice, the very thing that made you obey, more sobs leeched from you as you creamed on his length. 

You were shaky and fucked out of your mind by the time your orgasm subsided but that didn’t mean any of this was over, no by all means it had just begun, his pace slowing for a moment as he decided what position to place you in next. 

It was both a blessing and a curse to be with a man who had such stamina and control, that was meticulous and insane enough to spend hours teasing you, fucking you senseless, pumped full of his cum and your limbs sore and screaming by the time he decided you had enough. 

Who could blame him though? You were just so utterly gorgeous when he made a mess of you and it only made him hard to see you crying those pretty little tears.  

You craved him, wanted him to surround you, crawl into your skin and never leave, fill you full of pleasure every hour of the day, even when he was being the cruel man he was through and through. 

Lloyd Hansen was a bad man, the kind of bad that made for a deliciously sadistic lover, all yours to have, and as long as that was so, you’d shed all your tears for him.

_______________________________________________

A/N: I want him to do so many terrible things to me it’s not even funny, like if he’s so bad why is he so hot?! I hope this was a good read and hope that the way I wrote him feels and sounds like him! 

Thanks for reading and please reblog and comment, I wanna hear what you thought! 

Some tags: @jannqt @ozarkthedog @maroonsunrise83 @onsunnyside @sweetlilbambi @afriendlyblackhottie @honeystevie @comfortcap​ @geniedetails​ @superhoeva​ @evanstache​ @falconssweetgirl @squidlywiddly87

[sstan-hoe]

𝒊𝒊. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑮𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!andy barber × fem!reader × mob!lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — they wanted you, they enjoyed the hunt just as much as you enjoyed being chased. You didn't make it easy for them but it only prepared you that life with them wouldn't be easy.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — allusions to violence, mention of rape, no smut

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I hope I'm not going to fast...reblog, follow and comment ! I hope everyone likes it!

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹

The police couldn’t help you, they said unless you had a picture of him or any other proof it would be a charge against a unkown person and most of the time the charges would be dropped.

Now after the disappointment you were even more careful, installed cameras and secruity alarms. It might only be a little and maybe not enough, but you would do everything to make yourself feel save.

You told Wanda about your problem, and she looked at you with a certain look. She told you to talk to Andy and Lloyd, but this was the last thing you wanted to do.

“I’ve got Alf, he’s trained and will bite the man’s dick off,” you shrugged while making a cup of tea, Wanda rolled her eyes in response. She loved Alf but Andy and Lloyd were more feared than the German Shepherd-Golden Retriever mix.

The red head shook her head and went back to her work but not before reminding you of something, “oh, by the way it’s Wednesday.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned around to Wanda who was vanished causing you to groan and a glance at the clock showed you that it was five minutes until 4 pm. With a little sigh you sat down on the stool behind the counter.

Exactly five minutes later the door opened, and the two men entered, Andy with a smile and Lloyd with a smirk. “Hello, sunshine,” “hello, darlin’,” they greeted you and sat down in their regular booth.

Taking your paper and pen you walked over to them, “hello, what can I get you?” Lloyd opened his mouth but was stopped by your phone rining, you quickly took your phone out and saw your dog sitter calling, “sorry,” you quickly apologized and turned around stepping away a moment.

“Sarah?” you questioned, concern heavy in your tone. “I gotta go, my mom she had an accident and I-I don’t know. I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do,” she cried into your ear.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s okay! Go to your mom and bring Alf here, don’t worry,” you tried to assure her as she continued crying, your heart ached for her. “Okay, I-I will bring-bring Alf over,” she hickuped between sobs.

She muttered a broken goodbye and hung up, you gave a shaky breath before getting back to the two mob bosses.

“Again, sorry, I- we had a little incident. Just uh give me your orders and, yeah,” you mumbled distracted, clicking your pen anxiously.

Andy and Lloyd looked at each other, both concerned. Lloyd gave Andy a nod, it was a silent understanding to find out if everything was okay and if they could help you. Andy took notice on the way you were clicking your pen.

Gently he laid a hand over yours to stop you from clicking the pen, your head shot up meeting his blue eyes.

“Everything okay?” he asked with a soft tone. You weren’t sure what to say, “nothing, everything’s okay,” you pressed out, “just order,” you demanded, pulling your hand away from Andy.

“We’ll take two cappuccinos, one blueberry muffin and a slice of pineapple cake,” Andy said and laid down the menu, he still couldn’t shake the feeling off and a look to Lloyd revealed that his thoughts weren’t any different from Andy.

“You got it,” you mumbled taking off to the make their order, Sarah didn’t leave your mind. She would come in any second and you had no idea what to with Alf, he loved to meet new people and was good judge of character. He might not be able to sit still.

Just then a loud bark echoed through the café, quickly you turned towards the door where you saw Sarah and Alf.

The moment Alf spotted you and teared himself from his leash to run towards you. Kneeling down you welcomed him into his arms, hugging him tight before setting him behind the counter.

“Sarah, don’t worry, you can and I will transfer you the money. Go be with your mom,” you told her and hugged her too. She nodded and squeezed you tight with a thank you, then she practically run out of the café.

Meanwhile Alf had moved from his place and skipped over to Lloyd who was taken back when the dog jumped up on the seat. The black dog nudged his nose against Lloyd’s arm who looked at Andy for help, he just shrugged with a smile.

Slowly his hand came up to pet Alf who enjoyed his attention, “did you know she had a dog?” Lloyd whisper-yelled at his partner and leaned his head towards him.

Alf seemed to understand him and followed after him, his rough tongue licking a long strip along his face. Lloyd’s face fell at the realization and Andy tried hard to keep his laugh in, slowly Lloyd turned his head to Alf who panted heavily.

Not even a second later Alf repeated his action, this time Andy couldn’t hold in his laugh.

That laugh snapped you from your moment and made you turn around in an instant. Your gaze found the booth of Lloyd and Andy with…Alf? What was he doing with them?

You walked over to them with a confused expression, Alf wiggled his tail happily, “hello there Alfi,” you greeted your dog with a smile. Then moved your head up to face the men, “what exactly are you doing with my dog?” your eyes squinted together.

“He licked my face!” Lloyd exclaimed, you raised a brow at his words, “he does that to people he likes, asshole.” Alf barked and you giggled, “you’re right, that fits,” scratching his head as you agreed with him.

Lloyd was confused and took a little offense, “wait, what did he say?,” “gotta get your order sorry,” you told him and walked away with Alf.

Andy watched the whole thing with an amused grin, Alf was the cutest dog he’s ever met and even from little he saw he knew that your bond was special. The brunette also liked that the black dog liked Lloyd and the man didn’t even make rude comment, he seemed to like Alf.

“You really wanted to meet them huh?” you asked him with a smile while scratching his head, Alf nudged his nose against your making you giggle.

“Well given that you are here now, you can’t just be lazy here,” you lifted your finger and acted like a parent teaching their kid something.  “You will wear this and help Wands and me,” you bound an apron around him that was specifically made for him.

It wasn’t too tight around his neck and torso, also not too long so that would step on it while he was running or walking around.

“You look fabulous,” Wanda praised Alf as she walked by, a huge smile on her lips. She loved Alf and often gave him treats behind your back, well you knew but she believed you didn’t and let her in the belief.

Alf wiggled his tail and trailed after Wanda, already knowing what she would do. Wanda looked at you with her sweet smile, trying to hide her next action.

You mirrored her smile and finished the mob bosses order, acting as if you didn’t catch on.

“Here you go,” you mumbled as you put down the food and drinks. “Thank you, sunshine, so I see you gotta dog?” Lloyd asked as he leaned back in the booth.

“Oh, you noticed that?” you said with sarcasm dripping from your voice. “I’ve never seen a breed like him, is he a mix and how did you come to the name Alf?” Lloyd seemed genuinely interested and even if you would try to deny it, he was actually interested.

Lloyd wasn’t fond of pets, especially dogs however something about this black dog was special. Aside from the fact that it was your dog he really wanted to form a bond with Alf.

“Yeah, he’s a mix of German Shepherd and Golden Retriever, well the name it just came to me you know? I remember when I met him for the first time…I just looked at him and thought of the name Alf, then he instantly came running up to me with his little fluffy legs,” you grinned and had a happy glint in your eyes as you thought back to said day.

Andy’s eyes were glowing, he loved the passion in your eyes and voice. He himself never had a pet but always wanted one since he was a young boy, now in his job it was difficult given he didn’t have time.

Maybe if you ever gave them a chance, he could experience what it’s like to have a pet, a dog. However Andy wanted to be with you before knowing you had a dog meaning this was just plus point.

“I see you still need cutlery, Alf?” you raised you voice, and Alf came skipping over to you a little basket in his mouth.

Alf held the basket over to Andy first who took a little fork and spoon, “thank you, buddy,” Andy scratched Alf’s head in a thanking gesture. Next Alf walked to Lloyd who took a little spun, “thank you, blacks,” Lloyd thanked him too and caressed his fluffy ears.

“Oh, you two already have nicknames for him huh?” you teased them with a smirk, no one could resist Alf not even the two scary mob bosses.

“You two can be glad he likes you, the last man interested in me left with a bite mark…and not from me,” you tossed over your shoulder before leaving with Alf to tend to the customers.

“She was nice!” Lloyd exclaimed excited, Andy nodded along with a smile, “she was and the passion in her voice…,” he agreed with a dreamy sigh.

You lead Alf back into the kitchen and closed the door before cuddling him excitingly with a huge grin, “you like them, you like them,” you kissed his furry head over and over again. It was rare for Alf to like any men that came into your life.

The only ones he had so far accepted were your dad, Bucky and Sam your two neighbours who were gay which could be a reason given they wouldn’t hit on you. Although you could swear you once saw them with a girl in their bedroom and you also had to admit you were a little jealous.

Unkown to you Wanda had entered the kitchen and saw your reaction, she knew she was right.

“Well, well, look at this…,” she teased you, making her presence known to you. A little squeak came past your lips, “woman! You can’t scare us like that,” you complained.

“Admit it and accept the date,” Wanda demanded, she always did this. She didn’t leave any room for arguments and her voice held power, she looked at you with eyes that bore deep into your soul.

One look at Alf showed you that Wanda might be right, but that didn’t mean that you would give them what they wanted right away.

“Fine, but if the date is shit-,” “my beautiful, stupid bestfriend, those two men come here every Wednesday for the past one and a half year which are like 72 Wednesday – not counting the ones on which we’re closed. You really want to tell me it would be a shit date? And please they’re gonna worship you.”

Her speech hit something in you, you hated it when she was right and for her calculation, but you wondered if she was right.

“Go out there and get you men,” were her last words before she left the kitchen.

Your gaze met Alf’s who wiggled with his tail, “well then let’s see,” you muttered and walked with him out of the kitchen.

With a tray you went over to the two men who seemingly just finished their muffin and cake, “did you enjoy it?” you asked them while putting the plates on the tray. “Tasted amazing sunshine, just like you I’m sure…, why don’t we find that out on a date?” Lloyd winked at you with a smirk.

There it was, Lloyd usual, stupid pick-up line. You hated those pick-up lines, it made your scrunch up your nose in annoyance.

“That’s disgusting, can’t think of anything better?” you questioned with a hand on your hip and a raised eyebrow, “also how come only you’re asking me huh?” you genuinely wondered that.

Andy had only asked a handful of times and then Lloyd took over. At the beginning you refused because you didn’t want them, but then over time half the reason was Lloyd stupid’s pick-up line.

“Well, Lloyd thinks if I ask you then the chance that you will say yes is a lot higher, he also wants to be the first one to win you over,” Andy explained. It was easy for Andy to say sweet and meaningful things, they came naturally to him when he thought or talked to a person that meant a lot to him.

For Lloyd on the other hand it was more difficult, day and day he tried to think of something that would sweep you of your feet, but the moment he saw you everything became blank.

The moment they walked out of the café, he would kick himself for the stupid line he gave you. Then Andy would try to cheer him up and try make him see that one day he would say the perfect words.

“Maybe he-,” your words were cut off by a phone ringing, a phone which belonged to Andy. He looked at you apologetic and answered the call, “yes? God, do you know what your job is? If you did then you would know how to do your fucking job,” Andy’s voice got louder, and something changed in your body.

Alf barked when he heard Andy swear and Wanda gave you the swear char over the counter which you held over to Lloyd.

“That’s five bucks, we don’t swear here,” you told him with a little grin. Lloyd raised his eyebrows and pulled out his wallet, opening it. His wallet was filled with hundreds which had your eyes widen.

He put in a hundred dollars, “what, no, no, Lloyd you can’t put a hundred in that char,” you tried stopping him, but he laid his hand on yours, “don’t worry about it sunshine,” “thank you,” you responded with warm cheeks, “food and coffee is on the house jerk,” you added and turned around to put the char back.

“Hansen, we gotta go,” Andy said as he hang up the phone, “I’m sorry darlin’, wish we could stay a little longer,” he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

“Goodbye, sunshine,” Lloyd added and kissed your cheek. Both actions had your cheeks burning. Never before had Lloyd kissed your cheek, kissed your knuckles yes but, no, never the cheek.

The mob bosses left the café and within a second Wanda was at your side with a wide grin, “When’s the date?” To your surprise sadness ran through your body, “I was about to do something…but then they left,” you explained a little lost in your thoughts.

“I’m sorry…, they will be back next week though,” she tried to cheer you up, which didn’t work out all too well.

Outside Lloyd and Andy were driving towards their restaurant, “I kissed her cheek, Andy! Do you think I’m on a good way?” Lloyd asked his partner who smiled proudly, “you are on a good way, and I think she might be about to say yes…,” he trailed off while resting his elbow against the window.

“I just, she’s the first woman I really like, and I know you like her too, but for you it’s easy…you know what you’re doing,” the man opened his heart, it wasn’t very common however when he felt save with someone it was a lot easier.

“It’s okay, we are working on it, and I think she could be the right one for us, yes even you. She puts you in your place and you’re listening to her,” Andy chuckled lightly, and Lloyd joined knowing he was right.

Even he knew that he was an asshole and a difficult person, besides Andy there weren’t many people who liked him and could tolerate him. Maybe there was really only Andy who could…he didn’t know.

This was another point, he couldn’t place his own feelings, nor could he understand the feelings of others. Lloyd was able to see if someone didn’t like him, but if someone was nice? He thought they were planning something, he didn’t trust anyone except Andy.

When it came to his own feelings it was even harder, he knew when he hated someone, despised them, but when he liked them? All he knew was that he wanted to worship the ground you walked on every second of the day, he wanted to lay in bed with you and have you cuddle him until the morrow.

---

Meanwhile you had clocked out and walked home with Alf. The events of today constantly replaying in your head.

Them quickly leaving made you rethink the decision of accepting the date, well you didn’t accept it you kind of rejected it. However, you were about to say something that would maybe let the date happen.

Of course, they would come back next week…right? Or maybe thought about and were tired of trying and now they wouldn’t come back, meaning you destroyed every chance because you weren’t in the clear about your own feelings.

Okay, take a deep breath. Everything was growing over your head, you needed a breather.

Putting Alf on his leash, he nudged your nose. It was like his own superpower, knowing when you were distressed and trying to calm you down.

With a thankful smile you hugged him, “thank you, it was just all too much for a moment. I mean look last week I was already not sure and today…you liked them, do you have any idea how much that means to me? For years you prevented me from bad people, you protected me. Does this mean they’re save?”

Alf answerd you with a bark which had you giggling, “good, then let’s go,” you said and opened the door for him

This time you walked a different route than normal, you wanted to test if the man would show up again – you also left at a different time.

Still, it was already dark, but you walked on a busier street which had lanterns and a restaurant, shops which were closed and bars. You felt a little safer here.

It took exactly five minutes for you to turn around again as a feeling was bugging you and he was there, the man was behind you again. Panic spread in your body and you picked up your pace, deciding to go into the first restaurant your eyes saw.

The woman at the entrance greeted you with a smile which fell when she saw Alf, “I’m sorry miss, we don’t allow pets here. You might-,” “please help me, there is a man, he’s following me!” you exclaimed.

She looked behind you and saw someone standing outside with his back to the restaurant, “that one?” she discreetly pointed at said men to which you nodded.

“Right this way,” she said and made a gesture to follow her and unknown to you gave a waitress a nod to the glass doors. She lead you into the back, it gave you a chance to briefly look around the restaurant, it looked elegant and as if only rich people ate here.

She walked up the stairs which led to a more secure area, a secret club it seemed. “My bosses can help you, I have a waitress keeping an eye on him downstairs. Don’t worry they will handle it,” she assured you with a comforting hand on your arm, “wait here, I will speak to them and then get you,” she added and vanished behind two big dark oak doors.

You stood there with Alf a little uncomfortable as you got weird looks from all the people around.

Suddenly the doors opened and your eyes widened in shook when you saw who walked out, how was this even possible? The chances were almost zero percent. Alf however jumped from your leash.

“Lloyd? Andy? What the hell?” you asked with furrowed brows while Alf already had his paws on Lloyd’s shoulders, “hey blacks,” he greeted the dog and caressed his soft ears.

“Darlin’ are you okay?” Andy asked, coming up by your side, confused you nodded your head however you couldn’t take your eyes of Alf and Lloyd. “Yeah, I just…panicked,” you said absently.

Andy followed your gaze and couldn’t hide his smirk, “they’re cute together huh?” he muttered against the shell of your ear and snapping you out of your trance.

“What? Them, no well Alf yes but not, uh Lloyd,” you tried to catch yourself without any luck.

Alf got down on his paws again and went over to greet Andy with the same excitement, “good to see you again buddy,” he smiled at the black dog and petted through his fur.

“Sunshine, why didn’t you tell us someone was following you?” Lloyd now came to you with concerned eyes. “Well I wasn’t really fond of you and it’s only been a few weeks at most, no big deal,” you tried to explain but soon realised they didn’t believe you one bit.

Lloyd gave Andy one look and immediately went down the stairs with the waitress, she showed him the man who was still standing there.

“Hey!” Lloyd made himself known to the man who looked at him lazily, “can I help you man?” the mob boss inspected the man more closely and he thought he looked familiar, but couldn’t place him yet.

“Why don’t we go inside huh? I think there is something we need to talk about,” he proposed, but left no room for the man to answer. Lloyd gripped the man’s shoulder and dragged him inside.

“Dude, really I don’t wanna talk, didn’t do a thing,” the creep tried to talk himself out, this had Lloyd chuckling, “aw pumpkin, how cute you think I care.”

They reached the upper club and Lloyd signaled two of his men to follow him into a back room.

Meanwhile Andy had sat you down on one of the cozy couches in the room, “darlin’ are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned again as he took your hand and rubbed patterns along the back of it while Alf had laid himself down on the couch next to you with his head on your lap.

“I’m not sure,” you admitted, this was all too overwhelming for you, “I think I’m scared, I mean of course I am. This man has been following me for so long and I went to police, they did nothing,” you breath became quicker and your chest tightened, it became harder to breath.

“Everytime, I noticed him, I thought he was gonna rape me or stab me, kidnap me. The feeling wouldn’t go away, I didn’t know what to do and today I took a different route but he was still there and what if he, what if…,” all damns broke loose, the tears came running down your cheeks.

Andy instantly wrapped his arms around your body, hushing your and wiping the tears from your cheeks. You kept sobbing and leaned against Andy wetting his dress shirt in the process, you clinged onto him. Finally feeling save.

Alf scooted closer to you until he was almost on your lap, he nudged his nose to yours in comfort. Your arms wrapped around his body, his head laid on your shoulder.

Your breath became calmer, the tightened chest slowly getting better. Andy saw the way Alf made you feel better with his presence and petted the dogs head, he looked into the loyal eyes and whispered, “good boy.”

Slowly you lifted your head and looked at Andy, “at the café…I wanted to say yes, I wanted to say, maybe he already won me over, but…you left…,” you whispered, it felt right telling him that.

Andy was stunned you told him that, but he wondered if it was only because you just cried your soul out and were hyper emotional. He didn’t want you to feel as if he used that to make you confess.

Your hand gently touched his cheek, “can I try something?” before Andy could answer you had your lips pressed to his.

The mob bosses breath hitched, and he didn’t know what to do, your lips felt so soft and wonderful, but it was wrong at the same time. Softly he took your chin between his fingers and guided your head away.

“As much as I enjoy this…you’re not in the right state. I don’t want you to feel like we use you,” he explained and pressed a kiss to your cheek instead, for this answer he got a big face lick from Alf.

God could these men get any better? You shouldn’t give them what they want yet, but maybe it was time. How should you know? Andy was here making you feel save and Lloyd was out there talking to the creep.

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @xcaptain-winterx @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @sstanhoe-updates blog where new fics will always be reblogged in case you're not interested in the taglist as it has conditions

[dc418writes]

Diamonds vs Stones

✨Pairing✨: sugardaddy!Lloyd Hansenxsugarbaby!black!reader

Summary🪄: Overhearing a conversation makes you question your relationship

⚠️: age gap (reader is in mid to late twenties, Lloyd is in early 40s), lil angsty, kinda ends in fluff though (Lloyd’s actually a little sweet), mention of nudity, degrading Harvard women, mention of bullying, mentions of happy adult fun times, spanking

A/N🎙: Hey guys! So the topics in this I feel like is a bit of a different direction for me and what I usually write (at least I’d say so since I’m mostly all fluff with a touch of PG-13 lol). And I’m saying all that to ultimately be honest in hoping that it’s not cringey or anything, and of course if there’s any warnings/labeling of characters I’m missing to please let me know

Bare feet padding closer and holding two freshly opened beers, you softly smile to yourself hearing the two men in the entertainment room alternating between cheering and berating—well, more so berating—those in uniforms and helmets on the tv scattering along the green field. They weren’t able to do it much, but whenever Lloyd and Danny Carmichael were able to hang out, it always made your heart swell. It was like watching an adorable play date between children that just so happened to include talks of recent targets and new torture methods.

“Gentlemen,” you nod setting the sweating bottle on the coaster next to an appreciative Carmichael before walking behind the leather sectional to set your boyfriend’s in his hand.

“Thank you ma poupée (my little doll),” Lloyd smiles gently patting your bottom as you turn to walk away. A short giggle escaping your lips when he winks and blows you a kiss you happily return. “Sure you don’t want to watch the game with us sunshine?”

“If you can call it a game really,” Danny chuckles along with his closest friend before taking a long sip from his bottle.

“No it’s okay, I’ll let you boys have your time together. Plus there’s a pie in the oven that needs tending to.”

Collecting the empty bottles, you’re just outside the cracked door about to journey further down the hall to the kitchen when the mention of your name in their conversation peaks your interest. Should you be eavesdropping? No, but they’ll never find out.

“Y/N’s a real sweetheart.”

“Yea,” Lloyd smiles setting down his now half full bottle. “I lucked out with that one.”

“Can always count on the infamous Lloyd Hansen to find someone to lick his wounds whether it was after a game in college or now after a mission,” his closest friend grins stretching his arms along the back of the couch. “All of them so desperate and willing to be the one to heal ole Sniper.”

Excuse me?

“Like I was the only one. Pretty sure I remember getting blown off more than a couple times when you found a few friends yourself.” The lean man only smiles to himself removing his glasses to clean a smudge from the corner.

“That’s the thing about Harvard women. They might have high IQs, but they have extremely low self esteems.”

“And even higher libidos.”

Hearty chuckles rumble through their chests as they clink their bottles together before their berating starts again due to a terrible play resulting in an interception. You don’t hear anymore of their nostalgic memories, quickly strutting to the kitchen and roughly tossing the empty glasses into the garbage.

Was that all you were to him? Just a desperate groupie of sorts eager to be used?

“I most certainly am not,” you state to yourself frustratedly tapping your foot as you wait for the timer to finish on your currently browning dessert.

“Y/N doesn’t compare to those ‘I never felt pretty because I was bullied in middle school’ minnows though. She’s in a league of her own.” Hearing his friend so smitten over someone has a proud warmth spreading along his chest.

Whether Lloyd would admit it or not, Carmichael knew wedding bells were surely on the horizon.

“You better stay on your toes then. Anyone could be looking to swoop in.” The assassin doesn’t quite like the way those words sound spilling from his partner’s alcohol tinged lips, turning in his seat with muscular arms crossed in front of his chest.

“I’d like to see them try.”

“Relax I wasn’t talking about me. What kind of friend do you think I am?,” Carmichael lightly shakes his head. “Although I can’t say I wouldn’t try if you weren’t in the picture.”

Just as quick as he finishes his sentence, Lloyd has his pocket knife brandished reflecting the light from the chandelier over head as he tilts it back and forth.

“Please don’t make me ruin this couch. We just got it from Milan.”

-

“Thank you for everything Y/N. And that pie?! Incredible.”

“Well thank you I’m glad you liked it,” you smile handing him a small Tupperware with a couple more slices. “And it’s no problem. You’re family and family always gets taken care of here.”

“Such the little hostess,” Lloyd whispers in your ear as his strong hand on your waist brings you closer into his side. His pink lips tenderly pressing against your temple before his attention turns toward his friend. “So, same time next week?”

“Afraid not. I’ll be out the country dealing with some things, but I’ll let you know when I’m back.”

Wishing each other a good night, you both watch to make sure Danny makes it to his Porsche—tossing a final wave or two—and out the seemingly mile long driveway off the compound before going back into the warmly lit mansion. Lloyd’s mouth attached to your neck the whole time as he follows you into the kitchen with his body pressed firmly into your back and hands roaming and gripping from your chest to your core.

You’d easily be putty right now practically begging him to ruin you if it weren’t for his earlier words ringing in your ears.

“Lloyd please, I need to clean up,” you state immediately halting his lips and making him lift his head with furrowed brows.

“Correct me if I’m wrong-and don’t bother because I know I’m right…but Lloyd is not a name for you to call me sunshine.” The way his hand grips your chin turning your face towards him is a warning, but you could care less feeling extra bold tonight.

“So when someone asks me your name what am I supposed to say? Honeybuns?”

His chuckle isn’t an amused one.

“Don’t play dumb, it’s not a cute look on you.” His grip tightens causing a squeak of a whimper to crawl up your throat, meanwhile his other hand pulls a cherry from the nearby bowl to place on his tongue. “Now we had a good day; had a nice visit from a friend. Don’t ruin it by giving me a headache yea?”

“…I’m sorry.”

Narrowing his eyes, he doesn’t fully believe you are. He can tell something’s ticking behind those doe-like brown eyes, but he’s willing to let it go being in an overall good mood.

He pulls you closer to kiss your lips before letting your chin go. His long legs sauntering to the circular dinner table to take a seat. “Prove it by getting me another slice of pie chérie (darling).”

Oh, you’ll get a slice alright.

Cutting a good hunk of a piece, you place it in the microwave for a few seconds to make sure it was warmed to his liking before moving to get the whip cream from the fridge. You flash him a cheeky smile not so innocently licking the leftover white cream from your finger you gathered along the nozzle. A slight moan vibrating your chest while his oceanic eyes never leave you and fingers drum along the hardwood.

You step closer and closer with hips gently swaying until you’re standing in front of the now smirking man. He thinks he’s got it all figured out, but oh how wrong he was.

“If someone’s feeling extra needy for her monstre (monster) now that she finally has him all to herself, all she has to do is say so rather than try to brat her way into getting what she wants.”

Flashing your fakest smile, you easily tip the plate until the whip cream, crust, and the caramelized apples inside fall onto Lloyd’s crotch causing him to groan from the uncomfortable heat on his sensitive area. It’s nothing compared to the heat radiating from his skin and angry glare that bore into your soul though.

Stand strong, it’ll be worth it. You might die, but it’ll be worth it.

“Wouldn’t exactly say needy is how I’m feeling right now.”

In the blink of an eye, your wrists are held behind your back and body twisted until your front is pressed against the table. Your flowy, flower printed summer dress flipped up to expose your lacy clad bottom as your cheek uncomfortably rests on a placemat. You try to wiggle free, but his hand strongly smacking your bottom once then twice has you stilling and “ow’s” falling from your mouth.

“What’s your problem?! Not get enough attention when all I’ve done today is dote on and compliment my darling girl?!” Another smack. “Say how wonderful of a hostess and housewife you were.” Smack. “Fill her up just how she likes not once, but twice today!”

The next few smacks are harder than the others making tears drip down your face twisted in pain.

“Would’ve been three, but now I’m thinking three weeks with nothing!” Watching you softly sob while your body trembles with each additional blow has a demented smile creeping along his lips. “Aww don’t cry now sunshine. And you know what? For safe measures, maybe I should use the plugs? Take away your toys too so you don’t get any ideas. Even try to hunt down a chastity belt..and don’t think I can’t sunshine!”

“T-Then I guess y-you’ll find some other d-desperate chick to lick your wounds,” you manage to speak having controlled your cries long enough. His hand hangs beside his body for a few moments before meeting your sore, and surely reddened, bottom one last time causing you to helplessly yelp.

His muscular frame easily allows him to maneuver your body that you’re now facing him with soaked lashes and an indented cheek—along with throbbing lower ones. His palm caressing the side of your throat and thumb gently grazing the hollow spot at its base gives your body a moment to reset and relax knowing this was now “nurturing” Lloyd in control.

“Mm..being nosy,” he calmly states as your hands nervously wrung behind you.

“O-Or you talk loud…” Beginning to knead the back of your neck with his warm fingertips, it makes your heart pick up its pace anticipating his grip to tighten and your vision to eventually become blurry any minute now.

Instead though..he just grins to himself, and you dare not move, speak, or do anything unsure of his next step. That was his speciality after all, keeping everyone—including his own men at times—guessing and on their toes.

He claimed things were more fun that way.

“Well if that were the case, you would’ve heard how those past women don’t deserve the be in the same room as you, nor can they hold a candle to the ethereal beauty and existence that is you my dear.”

“…really?,” you quietly ask. Your curled lashes fluttering and mouth set in that adorable pout Lloyd would eagerly kill for.

“Do you think I’d be so incompetent to waste my precious time gladly spending hundreds and thousands of dollars on someone who I knew didn’t deserve it?” Your shrug causes a sigh to slip past his lips seemingly annoyed that you weren’t getting it already.

“Those women were only good for one thing, and after? They were gone faster than a sack of roadkill at a hillbilly convention. But you, my infuriating gumdrop, the moment I saw you there was nothing more that I wanted to do than give you my time. My money. My love. Everything I could offer that I knew no other man ever could.”

The brush of his soft lips against your forehead, cheeks, and finally resting on your lips has a giggle erupting from your chest and a new pep coursing up your spine. It’s immediately replaced by guilt though at nearly burning your love’s family jewels.

Your arms wrap around his neck raising on your tip toes to carefully peck up from his neck to his jaw and that spot below his earlobe only you knew of. It was the tell tale beginning of one of your apologies that would lead to you begging to make it up to him and a very long night that ran into the early morning.

“I’m sorry my maniacal bon bon. I just overheard and then it made me feel like-like…nothing. As if you’d easily get rid of me at any moment like the others.”

“But you should’ve known better sunshine. What do I always promise hm?”

“To take care of me.”

“And haven’t I been doing a good job?”

“Better than good!,” you smile excitedly pouncing onto his body like a koala on its favorite tree. His hands grasp under your thighs to steady you as you shower the smooth skin of his smiling face in kisses.

“I know,” he chuckles passionately meeting your lips once more before tapping your already tender bottom for you to get down. “Now, you know your little tantrum hurt daddy..”

“I know.” Your downcast gaze towards the tiled floor below is interrupted by his large hand gripping your chin and forcing your eyes to his calm ones.

“So what happens next?”

“I get punished like the ungrateful brat I chose to be,” you sigh.

“Very good! For that I’ll try to go easy on you,” he winks patting your bottom and causing you to whimper. “You are gonna clean up this mess, and my pants, while I enjoy the lovely view. All the while in proper attire of course.” That meant fully nude and gagged so you couldn’t complain even if you wanted to.

And if Lloyd was feeling extra cruel, that could mean the special panties only he could control. Luckily it didn’t seem like he was in that kind of mood tonight.

“Then after I say you’re done,” he explains removing his white pants and tossing them at your feet before sitting cross-legged in the metal chair, “I’ll fix you a nice bath and be sure to pay close attention to my sweetest peach.”

His hand soothingly rubbing up and down your bottom makes it hard to leave feeling yourself getting lost in the comfort. You know you need to move though, and soon, if you want that bath and more of his strong hands all over you—in a caring, loving way that is.

“Thank you honeybuns.”

“Of course sunshine, now hurry up before that stain sets.”

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeychicana @themyscxiras @lady-olive-oil @melinda-january @lovelymari4 @omg-mymelaninisbeautiful @lovebittenbyevans @theartisticqueen @chrisevans-world @literaturelove @ivorylei @elrw24 @pono-pura-vida @yinx1 @justile @sunsetfreedom05 @jackiekae @luvingmyships @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @bekinds @maxcullen @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @damnitaa @literaturefeen @bamondomesticity @scoop93535 @secretmysteriousperson

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know! Also if you’d rather opt to turn on my page notifications, that’s perfectly fine too🤓!

[adoreyouusugar]

I need a short fic written with one of Chris Evans’ characters with the song Sleep without You by Brett Young as the inspiration

[needlereads]

Needle's Masterlist

Welcome! Thank you for checking out these one-shots. Please heed all Warnings in each piece. All fics are 18+ only.

divider credit @/firefly-graphics

Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

···

Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

···

Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

···

Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice (ongoing) || SoftDark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

···

Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

···

From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Good Taste (drabble) || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

···

More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

One Two

[ughdontbeboring]

Collide

Lloyd Hansen x Black/WOC Reader

reader worlds collide and soon maybe her past will catch up to her

warnings: angst, cursing, violence, Lloyd 🥹

sidenote: honestly not so sure about this but I couldn’t get it out my head. I wrote it and then it deleted on my phone so I had to rewrite it the best I could, which was upsetting to say the least. Still on the fence about it. Anywho there may be a part 2 which I’m also on the fence about lol

I don’t give permission for my work to be use anywhere in any form.

hope y’all enjoy! If you fucks with it like it, love it, reblog it, comment all that good shit 😊

x

x

YN stirred, her body stretched and arched, she  felt heavy, the kind of heavy similar to waking up after a surgery. When you have to fight just to open your eyes. It felt like a ton of bricks laid on top of her.  Her one hand rubbed at her eyes as the other danced around trying to figure out what she was on. Her mind automatically registering she was on a soft surface.

Within moments her heart started to race as her memory came back to her. 

Hours before 

“Lloyd please tell me what’s going on” she begged into the phone she had been handed by the tall man in front of her. 

It was only moments before when she walked into her loft apartment in Amsterdam’s canal district from her weekly visit to the Van Gogh museum that she found her place flooded with heavily armed men.

She went for her gun in the desk near the front door managing to shoot one of the men in the chest and leg before a man she recognized as Lloyd’s  “acquaintance”, the closest thing he had a friend she ever meet, stepped into her line of sight. Hands up in mock surrender. 

He told her he was going to hand her a phone that had Lloyd on the other end, while the wounded man complained about his leg. His vest saving him from a fatal shot.

“Sweetheart I need you to go with them” he told her calmly once it reached her ear. 

He was watching from Croatia, he had to admit to himself he was proud she managed to almost kill one of them, they were some of Lloyd’s best men.

“No, not until I know what’s going on Lloyd!” She yelled into the phone. She was scared, she had no clue what was happening and she needed to make other calls before she just disappeared to wherever Lloyd was taking her. People who would worry about her.

He surely hadn’t disclosed all the information about what he did for a living to her. 

She looked down at the gun in her hands as she realized she hadn’t been entirely truthfully to Lloyd either but she had her reasons. The rules she lived by that kept her safe.

“I’m sorry sunshine” He said bringing her back to the present moment.

Her eyebrows furrowed at his comment, before she felt the needle prick her neck and arms grab her body as her knees gave out while everything turned black. 

Lloyd watched from his seat in his room countries away as her eyes fluttered close and her body went limp, falling into Rick’s arms. 

“I’ll say this one more time because I enjoy saying it, anyone other then Rick touches her outside of saving her life, I’ll fucking send your hands home to your mother” Lloyd said smiling at the camera’s as he watched his men  file out of her apartment.

Present

Her eyes snapped open as she took in the room she was in. It was stunning as the late afternoon sun or maybe morning? She wasn’t sure anymore, filtered through the curtains of the large windows. Definitely old, more then a century or two but we’ll taken care of with lots of modern updates. To her right was a set of computers and multi screens with a chair. Everything was black. There was a door open that looked like a bathroom and another open door that looked like a closet with clothes. At the foot of the bed was some clothes and towels. A cart with her favorite fruits and pastries stood not to far from the edge. 

Lloyd she gritted out as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed to stand. She had to grab the bed post when her knees slightly bucked. She took a deep breathe as she took her time slowly waking her body up. 

She made it to the stand alone tray when she looked down and noticed a note, a simple piece of paper folded and sitting on the plate. Her fingers ran over the smooth paper as she read the handwriting.

“I’ll be back in a few, stay put sunshine”

Her eyes were rolling before she could stop herself as she tossed the note down. 

She didn’t bother changing her clothes as she headed to the door of the large bedroom she was in. Pulling the knobs the door sprung up. 

There stood 2 men, one on each side of the door, both heavily armed. 

One looked down at her before moving his hand to his walkie. 

“Don’t you dare!” She said as threatening as she could. She didn’t want Lloyd getting a heads up that she was awake, she knew he’d come right away. She didn’t know where he was or what was going on but she needed a few minutes to try and process this. 

Both men shared a look, clearly unsure about what to do now that she was awake. 

“Take me to him”

When neither man started to move she scoffed  and turned on her heel heading toward the middle of the long corridor that lead to another. 

“Ma’am-“

“If you won’t take me to him, I’ll find him myself!” She yelled over her shoulder. 

She had passed countless heavily armed men and women. With each step down the endless hallways her stomach dropped. This place was more fortified then Fort Knox. Everywhere she looked there was people armed, even out the window, helicopters and trucks and stations all armed. People roaming the grounds.

What the fuck was going on? Did the fucking world end and she didn’t know? Was there a zombies apocalypse? She shuttered at the thought, zombie apocalypse was her worse fear.

She needed to find Lloyd so she could find what what was going on. Some of the men and women gave her curious glances and some didn’t seem surprised by her at all. 

She couldn’t miss the occasional glare of jealousy from both sex’s,she couldn’t blame them Lloyd was extremely attractive even with his porn stash. Her pussy clenched at the thoughts that ran through her head about how much he lived up to that stash. The man should’ve been a pornstar.

Focus YN! She scolded herself, she couldn’t let her mind wonder when the feeling something really bad had happened spun around her stomach like a roller coaster.

She came to a slow stop in front of a door More men were guarding, one of the men was Rick. She glared at him, still not ok with what took place before. 

“Is he in there?”

He nodded yes, his left hand covering her path to the door and his right reaching for his ear piece. She had planned to wait while he contacted whoever, but when she heard yelling that sounded familiar she took her chance and ducked under Rick’s arm and pushed the door open as fast as she could. 

She could hear Rick curse under his breathe as he came in after her. 

She made it a few feet into the room and out of Rick’s grip when she noticed Lloyd’s familiar frame. The black sweater stretching over his broad back. 

“What the fuck is it now” Lloyd yelled before he turned slightly on his heel to see who intruded in on his interrogation. 

“Shit” He said under his breathe, he wasn’t used to the feeling that stirred in his stomach, she wasn’t supposed to be here, in this room, right at this moment. 

If Lloyd was being completely honest with himself this wasn’t how he planned for this to go, for her to find out this way but there was no undoing what she walked in on. 

Her eyes left Lloyd’s, dare she say surprised one’s, to see the man and young girl sitting on the bed. The young girl clutching onto him. It took her a moment to register what she was seeing.

Her sister Claire and Uncle Donald. 

Her stomach dropped, what the fuck was going on?! Her uncles hands that were clutching the younger niece were bloody. Bruises littered his face.

It can’t be. 

Lloyd wouldn’t. 

Why?!

This doesn’t make sense.

“Now sunshine-“ Lloyd spoke as he slowly neared her, she looked spooked like a skittish horse that would run any second. 

And she did, right past him, pushing past his out reaching arm. She basically threw herself into her families arms as they held onto her. Her sister clutched to her as she cried. 

Lloyd bite his lip at the sting of her pushing past him. 

“Oh honey I’m so sorry they go you too” her uncle whispered in her hair. 

“Wha-what?” She asked confused with teary eyes. Who got her? He couldn’t be talking about Lloyd. What was Lloyd? 

“Honey-“

“Alright that’s enough!” Lloyd yelled stomping towards them.

“Leave her alone!” Her sister yelled, holding her older sister tighter. 

“Please tell me what’s going on-“

“He’s-“

“Let’s go sunshine” Lloyd said cutting her uncle off, while grabbing her arm. 

Her uncle tried to push Lloyd away only to feel the end of Lloyd gun smashed into his skull. He felt the slight trickled of blood as the impact made him fall back into the bed.

“Lloyd!” YN yelled pushing his arm away from her as she went to aid her uncle.

Another sting Lloyd thought. 

“He’s working for the government honey, he was going to kill-” 

YN watched in horror as Lloyd’s fist came down on her uncles mouth, instantly blood started to pool in his mouth as he coughed and held his jaw.

“Lloyd!” YN screamed as her sister started to scream and cry.

“Let me go!! Let me go you fucking asshole!” YN yelled as she pushed at his arms. 

“Can’t do that sweetheart, now let’s go” Lloyd said hosting her up into his arm. His arm had her hooked by her under arms pulling her backwards. 

She kicked and screamed trying to get away from him. 

“Calm down!” Lloyd yelled at her as he turned her towards him, holding her by her shoulders.

“No!” She yelled as her hand came across Lloyd’s face, the loud sound of skin on skin contact made the room go still. Everyone held their breathe as they watched for Lloyd’s reaction.

Lloyd could feel the heat rise up his neck, his breathe labored.

Lloyd’s rough hand shot out to grab her jaw, his hand squeezing her face as he pulled her closer to his own face. 

Lloyd’s eyes roamed her face as he watched her struggle to pull away from him, her eyes finally reached his, full of tears as she stared at him. 

Lloyd’s stomach turned, she looked scared of him and not in the way that turned him on. 

If those fuckers would have done their job right this wouldn’t even be happening right now. Lloyd didn’t know if he had the self restraint to not kill his own men who royalty fucked this up for him. 

“Fuck this” Lloyd gritted as he threw her over his shoulder. 

“Put me down! Stop this right now Lloyd!” YN screamed as the tears fell. She still didn’t really know what was going on, what she did know is Lloyd had her sister and uncle held hostage and now everything about her and Lloyd’s almost 1 years relationship was put into question.

“Don’t touch her you crazy son of a bitch!” Her uncle yelled from the other side of the room. 

Lloyd was getting tired of the old man. He could only hold his tongue for so long. A few minutes seemed to be the max.

He turned slight over the shoulder YN wasn’t on and smirked at the older man.

“Oh your a little late Unc, I’ve done nothing but touch her” Lloyd said matter a factly before smacking YN’s ass and jiggling it in his large hand. 

“Lloyd!” She yelled as she squirmed in his arms while hitting his back.

“What baby? That was pretty PG for the little sis” Lloyd.

Lloyd winked at her uncle before turning and heading out the door while YN kept screaming “No” and “Put me down”. 

“No one fucking does anything to them until I fucking say so, got it?” Lloyd asked Rick as he watched the women struggling on Lloyd’s shoulder. 

He just nodding before Lloyd headed down the hallway back the way the young woman had came only minutes ago, so unaware of what was waiting for her. 

[shotgunbunny]

⊹ 𔘓 ִ ۫ ּ ⊹⠀ ָ࣪ 𓆩C.EVANS𓆪 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִ ۫ ּ 𔘓 ⊹

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

[all my fics will contain dark themes, please keep this in mind when going through my masterlists <3. I am not responsible for what you consume, these are strictly 18+ fics.]

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

⊹ 𔘓 𓆩ari levinson x reader masterlist 𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

⊹ 𔘓 𓆩ransom drysdale x reader masterlist 𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

⊹ 𔘓 𓆩curtis everett x reader masterlist𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

⊹𔘓𓆩Jake Jensen x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

⊹𔘓𓆩Andy Barber x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

⊹𔘓𓆩Lloyd Hansen x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹

✧──────────────────────────────────✧

[sstan-hoe]

𝒊. 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!andy barber × fem!reader × mob!lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — they wanted you, they enjoyed the hunt just as much as you enjoyed being chased. You didn't make it easy for them but it only prepared you that life with them wouldn't be easy.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — violence, allusion to murder, no smut in this chapter, trigger warning to anyone who is paranoid like me!

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — Five parts are to be published, if more we will see! Also if the majority is only people liking and not commenting or rebloging then there won't be more at all. Reblog and/or Comment!!! I do not have a taglist but you can follow @sstanhoe-updates

Silence filled the room, blue piercing eyes looking intensely at a blonde man who squirmed in his seat. The chair cracked as Lloyd Hansen leaned back with his legs spread apart and his hand folded in his lap.

Behind the blonde man walked a brunette full bearded man, his hand clamped on the shoulders of the blonde causing him to jump up. Andy Barber released a disappointed sigh as he squeezed the man’s shoulders.

“John, John, John…we gave you such a simple task and failed that simple task,” Andy said tilting his head down, he was already aware of the fact that John Walker was a coward and an incompetent person in general. This ‘mission’ the two mob bosses had sent Mr. Walker on was just a cover up to test his trust and he failed miserably.

“All you had to be was loyal, a very simple task if you ask me…Lloyd would you say being loyal is a simple task?” Andy looked up at his partner who had a devilish smirk on his lips.

Lloyd was already making up ways in his mind to torture John Walker, he had for a while now but according to Andy he needed a bigger reason than John constantly talking to their favourite barista.

“Being loyal is quite the simple task you’re right Andy but it seems he’s even too incompetent for that,” Lloyd agreed and leaned forward to look deep into the blonde’s eyes, but the man wouldn’t dare to meet the mob boss’s eyes. The mob boss partner knew it would take more than loyalty to be in the mafia, but loyalty was by far the most important.

“I didn’t have a choice! They threatened to kill me,” finally John broke his silence and his words caused Lloyd to stand up immediately, his chair almost tipping over, “had no choice? You had no fucking choice? Welcome to the real world…you always have a choice and now we are going to kill you.”

Walker’s eyes widened, he should have expected that they were going to kill him, “no, no, no please don’t! I promise I can be of help and act as a spy or-,” a harsh grip on his neck cut him off, choking on his own words John tried desperately to get out of Andy’s grip.

“Please, we both know that this was just a cover up so he could kill you for talking to our girl,” he intervened with an eye roll.

It was no secret that Lloyd and Andy had taken an interest in the feisty barista down the street. While she always tried to ignore them or be rude, they still wanted her and if anyone dared to mistreat her, talk to her in a way that wasn’t necessary or was John Walker who couldn’t take a hint then it would not end well for them.

Though the mobster kept talking to her even though she rejected them, they were well aware of the game she was playing.

The woman liked to be chased and knew the two men would do everything to make her buckle in.

----

The café was busy as usual at that time of the day. Parents coming in with their kids from school, the seniors who want to enjoy a nice piece of cake, the ones coming fresh from work to have their coffee to go, college students that study or do their homework.

You looked at the clock above the coffee machine, it was almost four thirty at noon on a Wednesday which meant two special men would enter any minute.

Sighing you turned to your colleague Wanda, you could tell her everything and she had been by your side since you moved to Boston. She already looked at you with knowing eyes, “you already waitin’ for your men?” she teased you, her Sokovian accent shining through.

“More like dreading it,” you replied just as the clock strikes half past four and the door opened with a ring.

Said men walked in wearing black suits and looking as intimidating as ever. Lloyd already wore his signature smirk and Andy with a smile. They sat themselves down in a booth near the counter you stood at.

Taking your pen and paper you walked over to the two, “hello, what can I get for you?” you asked in a dull tone.

“Sunshine, are you not happy to see us?” Lloyd asked you with a pout causing you to roll your eyes, “as happy as someone is who just found out he has syphilis,” you replied. Andy observed the two of you.

“What’s your special today darlin’?” Andy asked to take your attention away from Lloyd, “we have strawberry cake with a caramel topping, however we only have one piece left so you have to share it if you want it,” you told them, eyes trained on Andy.

Lloyd’s voice stole your attention from Andy, “maybe we could share you on a date this Friday?” if looks could kill Lloyd would be six feet under. “This was by far the worst way you asked and no, I will not go on a date with you both or either one of you, I don’t care. Order something now or go,” you said, your tone leaving no room for arguments.

“We would like two coffees, one black and one with milk and sugar – separate, not already inside, then that slice of strawberry cake and a slice of your chocolate cake,” Lloyd muttered defeated, leaning back against the booth.

Writing their order down you left them without another word, Andy turned his head towards his partner with a glare, “really? You couldn’t have thought about something even stupider than that?” he scolded Lloyd.

“It sounded good in my head besides it could have made her laugh! And it’s not like your sweet, cute way worked,” the brunette argued, causing Andy to roll his eyes. Behind the counter you watched them bicker as you let the coffee out while putting the two slices of cake on plates.

“Why won’t you agree to go on a date with them?” Wanda’s voice came from your side, you let out a little sigh as you finished the coffees, “they’re dangerous and what if they only use me for one night? I don’t do one-night stands and have no wish to die,” you told her before walking back to them with their order.

“Here is your coffee, one black and one with sugar and milk but not in yet, one strawberry and one chocolate slice, bon appetit,” you put the coffees and cakes down.

“Thank you, darlin’ we appreciate it,” Andy thanked you, your attention once again on him, “the chocolate cake looks amazing sunshine,” Lloyd cut in to take your attention away. “Call me when you’re ready to pay,” you said and left, giving Lloyd one last look.

“They send you expensive gifts, always give you a generous tip and fight for your attention,” Wanda continued with the topic from before, “I really admire how strong you are.”

“There are a lot of things that prevent me from saying yes. Firstly, Lloyd is an asshole, thinking he could have everything he wanted. Secondly, they are very dangerous, Andy may hide it, but he is just as dangerous. Thirdly, who knows with how many women they slept with or if they even mean to take me out on a date and not embarrass me,” you began listing all the cons you could think of at the moment while Wanda listened.

“What if something happens to me because I see something I shouldn’t and those gifts are just out of line, you don’t gift a stranger something that expansive, also I don’t even know if they’re a couple or just like to share,” you continued and finally looked at your friend who waited if you were finished.

“And you don’t like it one bit that they chase you?” she questioned, Wanda is a very observant woman and she noticed how you looked at the clock every Wednesday, how you smirked a little every time you walked back after rejecting them knowing they would ask again.

Wanda was unsure if you noticed these little things and just ignored it or were truly clueless. She hoped you ignored it and would come to your senses, unlike you she knew the two mob bosses longer, given that had been living here for six years with her brother. There were a lot of rumors circling the two men but never something about them mistreating women.

Your fear of a one-night stand or getting embarrassed was something she could understand; however, something told her that the two weren’t joking.

“Ignore all of that, imagine that they are normal and are interested in you. Would you say yes?” Wanda gently asked, she realised you ignored her previous words and maybe the change of words would lead to succession.

Before you could answer, Lloyd called for you. Maybe it was good that you didn’t get to answer because you weren’t sure what you would have said.

“We would like to pay, that should cover it,” Lloyd put a hundred-dollar bill on the table like he did every Wednesday. “Mr. Hansen I cannot take this,” you said holding up your hand.

Andy joined the conversation with a stern voice, “darlin’ we’re over this every time, take it.”

He was right, this conversation accrued ever Wednesday and always ended with you taking the bill. Nights over nights you wondered why the tipped you this much, was it because they wanted you to sleep with them, did they know about your financial struggle or were they just generous?

“Mr. Barber there is a policy-,” “how often did we tell you to call us by our name darlin’?” Andy’s tone softened and he looked up you with stormy blue eyes.

“Is Barber and Hansen not your name or more a part of it? Unlike you I call you by your name, all you do is say a pet name,” taking the plates and empty mugs you moved them to the kitchen leaving the money behind. When you came back, they were gone, and the money still laid on the table.

You stood in front of the table taking the bill with a sigh, those tips often saved you in a bad month. As you walked back behind the counter you gazed up to the clock again it was quarter to five, normally the two stayed at least fifteen minutes longer and tried to make conversation with you.

Pushing the thoughts aside you returned back to work, you still had until six pm to go.

The clock finally stroke six, the sun was already gone, and the stars decorated the dark sky. An uneasy feeling sneaked up your spine, you hated walking home in the dark but there was no avoiding it in the winter and fall months.

“Bye Wanda!” you shouted in the kitchen as you put your bag over your head, she shouted a ‘goodbye’ in return before you were out the door.

Boston’s streets were still busy, and the crowds of people caused the uneasy to increase, big crowds freaked you out and the darkness mixed in the thought that someone was following you.

Regularly you turned your head around to look if someone was indeed following you, a man catched your eye. He was tall and build broad, had dirty blonde hair, and wore dark blue jeans combined with a red sweater and a black jacket.

Sweat pearls collected on your forehead, you hated yourself for this. There was never a day where your fear didn’t take over. It always felt overbearing, and your chest tighten, in the worst scenarios it even became hard to breath.

Your heartbeat picks up and your step speeds up, after you rounded a corner, you turned again, and the man was still behind you. Breath, hitching you got out your keys fumbling to find the right key for the big wooden door.

Finally, you reached your door and before closing it from the other side you checked if the man was still there.

A relieved sigh passed your lips as you walked up the steps to your flat. Opening the door, you were greeted with your Golden Retriever-German Shepherd mix named Alf. The big dog had the statue of a Golden Retriever, but his fur was pitch black,

“Hey there big buy!” you greeted him with a big grin, “how was your day huh?” you closed the door behind you and got on your knees as he jumped up, he laid his paws on your shoulders. “I missed you too, how about I give you dinner? Then we will go a little round and then it’s bedtime. You know tomorrow I start late which means we get to spend more time together! I also only work until three,” you told him as the two of you walked into the kitchen.

For Alf you put wet food into his bowl, and you made yourself the pasta warm from yesterday. “You know today is Wednesday and that means Lloyd and Andy were in the cafe. I swear Lloyd’s way to ask me on a date was so stupid, if he would ask me normally at least,” you told him as you moved around the kitchen,

“Also, Wanda asked me if I would consider a date if they weren’t who they are and I couldn’t answer because honestly, I don’t know!” you said while putting the bowl for Alf down.

The male dog looked up at you waiting for you to allow him to eat, it was a safety matter. With all the poisoned food that people leave on the street it was important he didn’t it anything of that, it also helped to prevented that he inhaled his food and jumped up against you.

“You’re good,” you said, and Alf dug right in, just then the microwave made a sound to notify that she was finished. You took out the pasta and sat yourself on the sofa, in a matter of seconds Alf joined you.

He cuddled up on your lap causing you to giggle, “Alf I gotta eat too! So anyways, they came in and what was weird is that they stayed only fifteen minutes instead of thirty. Like why? And they didn’t make as much conversation as they usually did which was also weird, it’s not like I miss it, but it is weird right?” Alf barked in agreement.

You finished your pasta and placed the plate on the table before leaning back, scratching Alf’s head.

“To come back on what Wanda asked, she also pointed out that I might like their attention. I’m not sure about that either to be honest, there are just so many downsides however,” you sounded a little disappointed that they had this many cons.

Alf nudged his nose against your chin as if to say, ‘heads up’, “I just, what if they…no, no, you know what? Let’s go for a round,” you decided, and Alf sprung up at your words.

He toddled over the door where his leash was hanging, a beautiful navy-blue leash made out of a smooth material. You took it and linked it with his collar, Alf waited patiently until you opened the door and stepped outside to give him the go – also a safety and manner you taught him.

Walking out of the building the uneasy feeling was back but this time – thanks to Alf – it was not as bearing, and it was easier to protect yourself.

Because of the paranoia you taught Alf how to attack someone on command and it was an advantage that people thought he looked scary, but not to you however he could be very scary.

As you walked down the streets to the near park the streets were not as busy as before – it was already half past seven and most people were at home with their families or relaxed after a long day.

You passed a little bakery that was already closed, the windows mirrored Alf and you, as the need to turn around to see if there was anything you noticed the same man from before.

You gripped the leash tighter, ready to command your dog to attack him. Taking a deep breath, you gave yourself a little inner pep talk. You felt your chest tighten again and your hands started sweating, you hoped you could loose the man in the park.

The gates were still open, and you walked towards a little grassy spot where you changed the normal leash to a towline in which Alf could run around.

Anxiously you looked on your phone to check the time, you wanted to go home right now but it was important for Alf to play and be at the fresh air.

You watched him for about ten minutes prior to playing with him for another ten, then he relieved himself and you made your way back but not before checking if the man was still there…he was.

“Okay, I think we will go to the police tomorrow, yeah what do you think Alfi?” you asked your boy who barked to agree with you, then however gave another bark.

“What? No, I can’t ask them, besides I only see them on Wednesday’s and tomorrow is Thursday,” you explained to him.

On your walk back you turned around six more times and the majority of those times the  man was still there causing your heartbeat to pick up as well as your walking speed. Alf sensed your uneasy feeling and stayed close by your side.

Finally, back at home you looked out of the window but so no one, that didn’t stop you from closing all the curtains.

“Come on Alfi let’s get to bed, we will watch a movie and then get a good night of sleep, what do you say?” you asked your best friend who sprinted towards your bedroom making you chuckle at the sight.

You got yourself ready for bed, a short routine of teeth brushing, little skin care, clothes changing and a walk to the toilette. When you walked into your bedroom Alf already laid on his side of the bed with his tail wiggling, you cuddled up next to him.

“We gotta be aware of our surroundings my boy,” you muttered as you looked around the room and turned on the TV.

[geminixevans-stan]

Found Ch. 2

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: After finally finding out reader’s whereabouts, Lloyd comes to make up for lost time, by any means necessary 

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of past life, mentions of gun use, a smidge of violence, mentions of headshots, explicit language. 

A/N: I’m back to this unhinged man! I enjoyed writing this after my long stint of not writing and I hope you all love it!  Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Flashback

You stare at the detailed brief, scanning over it twice… three times. The mission seemed like an easy feat, one that you felt needed no help on. But you were the newbie, a fresh face is what the director described. 

Graduating at the top of your class, excelling is every single test, you were deemed overly qualified for the Federal Bureau of Investigation. 

Your skills were one to envy, with perfect scores on all targets, there was no better shooter than you. Even on your worst day, the best agent couldn’t even get close to you. 

It took you a while to be seen by someone who actually respected your qualifications. But it was work unlike you had ever seen. 

It didn’t matter the target that you were assigned. If it had a pulse, it wouldn’t be once    Le silencieux came in and did what needed to be done. 

News of your abilities circled around until An Agency decided to take you in. Promising you bigger targets with bigger pay. You would kill anyone. Almost. 

Children were always off limits…

Something that the agency respected. Seeming as though they had other contractors that would do that side of the dirty work. 

You didn’t need anybody to help you. Which was why as you look at the brief one more time, there was a point of contact. A supervisor that would be accompanying you on said mission. 

Lloyd Hansen was a household name and when the agency needed effective work, he was the guy to call. That was up until you came along and he got wind of your talents. 

If it wasn’t your job in Berlin that alerted him of your prowess, it was definitely your last job or taking out one of the top-paid tycoons on the West Coast of America. 

Said to be the most untouchable mogul in the world, you decided to prove that theory otherwise. To the media, the cause of the death was natural causes. 

But Lloyd knew better. He looked over the autopsy reports over and over. You left everything pristine and even he would roll his eyes at having to do extra work. 

It didn’t take him much asking to be put to watch over you. With a record like yours, you didn’t need a babysitter. 

He just wanted to have a front-row seat to just how good you were…. 

Present Day

Your fingers hit the numbers on the keypad quicker than you’ve ever moved, hearing the access notification. With no time to waste, you motion for Lloyd to enter, smelling the same scent that you knew so well. 

As the door closes by your hand alone, silence fills the room. The tension was as loud as ever and you wanted nothing more than to quell the impending elephant in the room. 

“Nice office ya got here munchkin,” Lloyd’s voice comes into play as she looks around the modern study. 

Professional and well organized to the naked eye and you wanted to keep it that way. 

Pleasantries weren’t something that you really had time for. The reason for your disappearance stood before you, that smug smirk on his face as he set his eyes on you. 

It was maddening the way one look could annoy all the fibers in your being. He was the only one that could do that. 

And nothing had changed from then to now. 

Steel is held to your waist, not letting your finger slip from the trigger as you look over at Lloyd, the annoyance already rolling off you. 

“You’re not here to talk interior decorating and I don’t have time to talk nice,” you say curtly, your feet planted in the same spot, “Now… What do you want?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Can never tell with you Lloyd. You’re not very good at context clues. Cut the shit.”

Lloyd stares into you, a soft smirk weighing on his lips as he pulls his gun from the holster, automatically making you draw yours. 

“Easy there sharp shooter… I come in peace for the moment,” a grin spreading across his face as she sits on the edge of your desk. 

You don’t trust him and he knows that by the way your gun is still pointing at him between the eyes. 

He sits there on the desk, watching you… studying you even, looking at the slight changes of your compared to years ago. 

Still as beautiful as he remembered but more… scared. 

Like you finally had something or someone to lose… 

If it was one thing you knew: Lloyd Hansen Never puts his gun down. For once, you decided to trust him. Whatever he wanted needed to be said now. No telling when exactly Lili would wake up. 

With reluctance, you place your guns in their holsters, making sure you had easy access in case he had any ideas. 

“Why are you here?”

“Colibri…”

“Don’t,” you say sharply, your voice not faltering, “You don’t get to call me that…”

A frown sets on his lips, the tick in his jaw evident as he clenches his fist, “You left… without a word. Care to explain that?” 

You smirk, deciding to play him at his own game, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Cute… real cute cupcake,” the deep chuckle coming from his throat, his eyes boring into yours, “You know… I hate broken families,” He starts off, raising from his makeshift seat and walking over to you. 

His height towered over you but it didn’t matter. You were the only woman to ever to bring Lloyd Hansen to his knees. A feat that even the most notorious assassin couldn’t even do. 

You never budged as he stalked closer, his cologne just barely kissing the insides of your nostrils.

Still bold with a hint of sweetness, just like the scent you got for him, courtesy of your many stays in France. 

Lloyd bends just a little to meet your eye level, shamelessly breathing you in as he lets out a low groan, “Still as delicious as I remember… I would hate to have to slowly get my answer from you ma douce and you know I can take my time very well. Start talking.”

If an answer was all he wanted, then that’s what you would give. You had no problem hurting his feelings when he had his hands on Lili. That was his first and only strike. 

You let out a steady breath, keeping eye contact with him as you began to speak, “It’s not rocket science. I got pregnant and knew the second that it was real that my old life was done. There was no way that I was going to bring a baby into this mess. She didn’t deserve to have an unhinged father like you,”

Lloyd stayed quiet, waiting for your next words. He knew you were far from finished. 

“And I was right… Here you come and kill her nanny, break into her room, and demand answers. Dad of the freaking year.” 

“Only two of those are right ma douce..” 

He answers while holding up two fingers, his voice void of emotion. The desk becomes his seat again as she swings his leg over the front, staring at you once more. 

“I would never kill our daughter’s nanny. She does need looking over after all. Since you think you know what kind of father I am, you would have known that.”

Your eyes begin to soften a bit, bringing fixing them back to how they were, “Never thought I’d see the day that you would have a moral compass. I’m touched,” you say flatly. 

“I still don’t Colibri but, I’ll make an exception this time.”

A slow clap fills the room as you begin to mock him, “I should be honored huh? At least you care a little. I’ll give you that much. She’s still my daughter. The only thing you did was deposit a weak sample.”

“My ‘samples’ were what you used to crave at one point in time. You can play coy all you want but we both know the truth ma douce…”

No matter how wrong you wanted him to be, Lloyd was once all you cared about. All you yearned for. You knew deep down he could never love. 

You blink away for a second, setting your sights back on him, “You’re right, there was a strong one out of the bunch. Ya did some good in that retrospect.”

“What can I say ma douce, I never disappoint…”

“And yet you’re still here… I told you what you wanted to know. You got what you wanted,” you knew this wasn’t going to be easy. 

Lloyd was never easy… 

He gives you a knowing look, the tick in his jaw back again as he grew more annoyed. 

You needed him out of your house and far away from Liana… She didn’t need him and neither did you.

Without a second thought, you walk around him and sit in your rightful seat, blowing out a slow breath.

“I know you, Lloyd. The minute she would have been of age. You would have taken her and made her into your image. I’ve seen it before…”

There was no proof that Lloyd would have taken Lili down the same road as your father did. But, you weren’t going to take any chances. 

You were made into a weapon far before you were even a teenager. Target practice, day in and day out, combat practice when you turned eight. 

To say you had a sliver of a childhood would have been a lie. You never even wanted children for that sole purpose alone. 

But your surprise child softened you the minute you heard her heart beating. 

Loud snapping took you from your thoughts, Lloyd’s face almost touching yours. 

“Whatever daddy issues you may have has nothing to do with me. You took time away from me and I’m ready to collect on it.”

“You won’t go near her again”

“Watch me.”

“We both know how this will end, Lloyd. Do you really want to do this?”

Lloyd leans up from you, standing up from the desk, his lips pulled in a thin line, “I’ll give you two options sweets. The easy way or the hard way.” 

A chuckle erupts from your lips, stopping just as fast as it started. 

“You know I love the hard way Lloyd and if that means putting a bullet through your fucking head, then I will.”

A soft knock interrupts you both as you stand up, only for your face to meet the desk hard as Lloyd crossed over to slam you down.

The soft knocking continues as you begin to struggle, feel the tight grip Lloyd has on your arm. 

“Mommy?” a soft muffled voice comes from behind the door, causing your fight reaction to rise. But your strength is no match for the pressure Lloyd has on you. 

Cold steel meets your temple, Lloyd’s breath, coasting over your ear, “As I said before… I hate broken families. But I’ll splatter your brains on this desk and make our daughter half an orphan,” you struggle against his hold as he slams you down again, the knocking continuing to ensue. 

“Just a minute baby! Mommy’s coming,” your voice shakes, hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes. 

The knocking stops, knowing that she’s waiting, you lift your head up a bit to listen to the man keeping you from your baby. 

You relax a little eliciting a content sight from Lloyd, “That’s good… compliance is all I asked for. Now, you take your ass to that door so I can meet my daughter. You’ve wasted enough of my time so make it quick,” he spat, releasing you from his hold as you stood up and walk to the door. 

As you turn the knob, the fear that you had the day Liana was born came back to you. All the running that you did still wasn’t enough. It was now or never and weren’t going to leave Lili in the hands of just Lloyd. 

The door opens and her large stuffed rabbit meets your eyesight before she does. Her eyes are still low, sleep still apparent in her. 

“You okay sweetie?” bending down to check the warmth of her forehead, “Still not feeling good?”

Lili shakes her head, hugging her rabbit as she looks behind you, “Mommy? Who’s that?”

The question that you never wanted to answer. But it was staring you right in the face and the last thing that you wanted to do was to lie to her. 

The words were lost on your tongue as you know that this choice could make or break the only person in the world that truly loved you. 

Your creation wanted answers and you wouldn’t make her wait and let her lose more sleep. 

But it wasn’t you that answered the question. You didn’t even know that Lloyd was behind you until you heard a tone that was only ever meant for you. 

Softness…

“Hi there Princess Liana… I think it’s time we formally met…”

[dc418writes]

•|Bottoms Up|•

✨Pairing✨: Lloyd Hansenxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Lloyd has an embarrassing boo-boo

⚠️: brief mention of being shot, small bit of blood, implied sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, age gap (reader is late 20s, Lloyd is early 40s), implied “happy times”, one bad language word, mention of nudity

A/N🎙:👀……please don’t judge me and who I simp for lol. I saw the new promo and this immediately came to mind so hope you guys enjoy☺️! Also this is a bit of new territory for me (the whole sugar daddy/baby relationship/trope), and I hope it abides by that well.

Holding the small glass of ice to his head, Lloyd winces sitting down on the extra large king bed. Cursing to himself as he situates his body on his good side trying to avoid any further pressure to his injury.

The click of your platforms—along with the knock and rustling of shopping bags—cuts through the unusual quiet of the European suite as you approach the bedroom shortly after. At the sight of your boyfriend’s exhausted and battered form, your excited smile falls as you carefully lower the bags to the glossy hardwood below.

“You’re hurt?”

Lloyd pinches the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh wondering when everyone would stop with the dumb questions today.

“Yes sunshine I’m hurt. And where were you? Before I left, I could’ve sworn we agreed you stay here.”

“I know…but I got bored,” you admit playing with the string of your white, knitted crop top. You hope the peek of your lacy bra and hitch of your plaid mini skirt as you perch on your knees at the foot of the bed is enough of a distraction that you won’t get in too much trouble for being disobedient. “I went to that little strip with all those boutiques-,”

“So you disobeyed me twice,” he calmly states placing the glass on the bedside table. “What’d I say about leaving here alone?”

“But-!”

“What! Did I. Say. Sunshine?”

Kissing your teeth, you huff in frustration crossing your arms in front of you like a spoiled toddler unable to get their way.

Oh you were really gunning for the harshest punishment Lloyd had to offer tonight huh?

“Not to go without security, but what was I supposed to do?! You ordered them to help with your stupid mission-,”

“Come again?!,” he interrupts. The glare from his piercing crystalline eyes has your heart beginning to thud against your ribs. Admittedly, you did love pressing his buttons and getting that one vein in his neck to distend,—just before marking it that is—but at the familiar tick of his jaw you knew it was best to quit while you were ahead.

This was one of the government’s most ruthless when it came to torture after all. Spending years perfecting the practice as if he were trying to win a Nobel Prize for it.

You’d hate to be on the receiving end of one of his favorites with that sadistic switch turned to the max. “Check the bratty attitude before I’m not the only one limping.”

Playing with the hem of your shirt, you shuffle just a bit closer with your best pout and soft eyes. Lloyd only scoffs as you try to hold his hand. Quickly pulling it back and choosing the sun shining over the historic buildings outside was a more interesting sight.

“I’m sorry.”

“Mean it.”

“I do! You’re mission isn’t stupid, I know it’s really important to you and I’m sorry for saying that. You’ve just been so busy; I want time with you too.”

“You never thought that maybe I had something planned when I got back, hm? A nice dinner, walk down those cobblestone paths to the park you’ve been hinting at going to?,” he asks finally meeting your soft eyes as he pinches your chin.

“I-,”

“I know you didn’t sunshine. Instead, you decided to go against me rather that trust I was gonna take care of you.” His condescending tone has guilt creeping through you. You didn’t mean to make him feel like he couldn’t take care of you or any form of inadequate. “And if you don’t trust me, then why waste my time bringing you all the way out here trying to treat my special girl?”

“But I do trust you! Y-You take the best care of me,” you state with eyes glossing over and tears ready to ruin the Fenty on your pretty face.

“Guess you can find your way back home then. Take care of yourself, since you don’t need my help right?”

“No! No no I wanna stay! I promise not to do it again.” The glossy pecks you leave across his face and neck as you repeatedly apologize don’t seem to phase him as he just gazes straight ahead with a sigh.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I can though, I swear I will! Cross my heart, and may all our enemies die!” Taking his hand, you use his index finger to trace an X over your heart making him lowly chuckle at the use of the little saying you both came up with. You both hated the idea of anything happening to the other, so rather than speak your deaths into the universe, why not those of who you hated?

Leaning into your full lips, his hand caresses the side of your neck holding you in place as his tongue confidently explores your mouth. Deepening your innocent kiss until he’s smirking at your moans.

He mocks your pout after pulling away, wiping away the displaced gloss just under your bottom lip with his thumb. “Mm..we’ll see.”

“Now, what happened to you?,” you ask gently scratching his scalp. His sigh of content making your heart flutter.

“Just got shot sunshine. Don’t worry,” he answers with closed eyes seemingly in comfort at last.

“Too late, now show me.”

“Why? You wanna kiss it better?,” he grins running the pad of his finger along your collarbone; causing goosebumps to rise and you to slightly shiver as a shy smile spreads across your lips.

“Always. I’m your personal nurse after all.” Lightly untucking his collared shirt, his wince as he sits up has your hands retreating back to your sides scared of hurting him any further.

“Relax honey, I’m fine.”

“It doesn’t sound like it.”

“Why don’t you show me what you bought? Give me a little show,” he smirks creeping his hand up your thigh. Your smaller ones stop his from moving any further though, curious as to why he wouldn’t show or tell you anything more.

“Is it that bad that you can’t show me?”

“No sunshine,” he sighs, “I just want you to drop it.”

“Not until you show me.”

There’s a few moments of silence as you both just sit there staring at each other before Lloyd rolls his eyes grumbling something under his breath. “Slide over,” he orders undoing the button and zipper of his pants and further confusing you. Lying on his stomach, he slowly shimmies his pants and boxers over his bottom—clearly in pain from his short groans—until you see the dried blood around a small dot in the center of a red bump on the lower part of his left butt cheek. No wonder he was trying to get you to forget about it.

He got shot…in the ass.

Pursing your lips together, you have to briefly look away to stop yourself from laughing aloud. You were already on thin ice with your Lloydy bug; you didn’t want to make him any more mad.

“Laugh and that punishment increases times 10,” he sternly states staring at the wall in front of him.

“I’d never laugh at you in pain mon petit monstre (my little monster),” you smile being careful to avoid his boo boo when you straddle the middle of his back. Your hands kneading his tense shoulders with just the right amount of pressure that he’s closing his eyes and lying his head down on his hands. A steady stream of air leaving his nostrils as it tended to do when he was getting comfortable. “In fact, I’m gonna give you a bath, then something to help that pesky knot on your bottom.”

His only response is a hum as you lean down close to his ear. Your lips brushing against his pierced lobe occasionally nibbling at the soft flesh. “And after, I’ll give you that show you talked about earlier.”

In the blink of an eye, you’re manhandled under an excited Lloyd causing a surprised squeal to slip past your lips. His hands pressing your wrists into the semi-firm mattress above your head, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he dips until his mouth is attached to your neck; creating those purrs he liked so much vibrating in your chest as you bit your lip.

“Hmm, after show now,” he mumbles against your floral scented jugular before you feel him moving lower to your partially exposed chest. “Everything else later.”

“However you want me to help,” you giggle at the soft prickling of his mustache against your skin.

Taglist: @fumbling-fanfics @honeychicana @lady-olive-oil @themyscxiras @lovelymari4 @melinda-january @lovebittenbyevans @theartisticqueen @chrisevans-world @literaturelove @ivorylei @maylaysia109 @elrw24 @pono-pura-vida @yinx1 @justile @sunsetfreedom05 @jackiekae @luvingmyships @give-me-a-million-dollars-pls @bekinds @ladydmalfoy-deactivated20220715 @maxcullen @curlyhairclub @plokyu23 @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression @nunubug99 @felicity-x0 @ellixthea @jojolu @jnk-812 @captainsamwlsn @wildfirecracker @nina-sj @iammyownlover @chaneajoyyy @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss @damnitaa @literaturefeen @bamondomesticity @scoop93535 @secretmysteriousperson

If anybody wants to be tagged, has asked to be tagged but don’t see your name, only want to be tagged for certain people I write for (can be found in masterlist), or no longer wish to be tagged just let me know! Also, if you’d rather opt to turn on my page notifications that’s perfectly fine too🤓!

[adoreyouusugar]

OOOO WEEEEE I WOULD SLURP HIM BAD something about when he has this little ugly stache…delicious