#needy!lloyd hansen x y/n

[holylulusworld]

TOL - I’m your daddy now (1) - Lloyd Hansen

Summary: You reached the end of the rope.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Singlemom!Reader

Warnings: plus-sized reader, needy Lloyd, Lloyd being Lloyd, Lloyd is an ass and boob enthusiast, mentions of sex for money, money trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, slight mommy kink (kinda, it's Lloyd)

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It's the prequel to TOL - Like a virgin (Bucky Barnes) and tells the story about Lloyd and his assistant sunshine.

You reached the end of the rope. 

With your three-year-old little boy depending on you, it’s not easy to face reality. In two weeks, you will have to leave your home. The bank will take the house, and even the wreck of a car you call your own.

Your deadbeat of a husband left you with nothing but debs and resentment for men. He’s out and about with a younger, prettier, and slimmer girl. – His words, not yours.

While you tried to save your marriage, he fucked some woman he met at a bar behind your back. You knew he was a sleazy and worthless bastard, but never expected him to turn his back on his son too.

It’s not that you didn’t try anything to make enough money to pay for the mortgage and feed your son. One too many nights you went to bed hungry, only lukewarm water in your belly to at least save enough money to buy food for your baby boy.

“Mommy,” your little boy yawns as he looks up at you. He holds out his chubby hands, whining because you don’t pick him up. You just look at him for a moment, feeling your heart chatter all over again.

“How could I ever fall for your father,” you sniffle when you pick your son up. You peck his cheek and sigh. “At least he gave me you. The only good thing coming out of this relationship.”

You nuzzle his cheek and try to ignore the ache in your chest, and your growling stomach. At least you got paid yesterday. It’s not enough to keep the house for another month, but you can get food on the table.

Whatever happens tomorrow, you don’t know. The website you found promised help in hopeless situations. You never know with the internet, but it’s your last resort.

If they don’t keep their promises, you’ll end up on the street with your son only because your husband ran off with all of your savings. He even stole the money your grandmother left you for desperate times.

“Hi, uh-I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I have an appointment,” you wring your hands while looking around the lobby of the building inheriting the company promising to save your home. The woman at the reception doesn’t even look your way. She huffs and lifts her perfectly manicured index finger to stop you from talking.

“I don’t think you are what we are looking for,” she snaps at you, and your heart sinks. You look down at your body, sighing deeply. The business outfit you are wearing is a tight fit. You gained weight during pregnancy you never got the chance to lose. “You should go home and bake cookies for your kid.”

She points her finger at the stain on your blouse, simply to embarrass you even more. Some women are like that. They try to feel better, or above you by making you feel small.

“Kiki, that is enough,” you flinch when a hand brushes over your ass. The man pats your cheeks, humming happily. “What do we have here?” He purrs and gropes one cheek. “A perfect plump ass.”

“Mr. Hansen, Sir,” the woman splutters. She looks like she saw a ghost, or worse, a monster wanting to eat her alive. “I told her that she doesn’t belong here.”

“Kiki, Kiki,” Hansen tuts while patting your ass. “I decide who belongs here.”

You don’t know what to do. Usually, you’d slap any guy trying to feel you up across the face or kick their balls. But this man could be your way out of your financial crisis. 

“Yes, of course, Mr. Hansen but just look at her,” she squeaks, and points at you. “I don’t think any of our clients want something like this to fulfill their…”

“ENOUGH!” Hansen slams his fist onto the receptionist's desk, making Kiki flinch. “We never talk about our clients nor our employees in front of people outside of our organization. You are dismissed.”

“What?” She stares at Hansen in disbelief. “For today or…”

“Forever,” he huffs and turns around. The man brushes his index finger and thumb over his mustache and grins like he saw something he’d love to devour. You are afraid it’s you.

“I have an appointment,” you clear your throat and try to ignore your heart hammers in your chest. This man looks more like a wolf, with sharp teeth and glowing eyes, than a man. 

“I know, sunshine,” he smirks and holds out his hand. “Please excuse my annoying assistant. She’s no longer working for me.”

You’d love to roll your eyes at the man in front of you. He’s one of the guys who believe you must immediately fall for his charm and non-existent manners. 

“If you’d like to follow me inside my office, sugar plum,” he wraps his arm around your shoulders, and snickers, "we can talk about your problems and how to solve them.”

“So…” He plops down on a leather couch. He pats the seat next to him, but you prefer standing in the room. “What brings you here, sunshine. How can Lloyd help you?”

“I found your website while searching for a way to keep my house,” you lick your lips. You hate that you must talk about your situation with this man. 

“Humor me,” he smirks and pats the seat again. “If you want me to help you, I want to know it all. From the beginning.”

He tilts his head and looks you up and down. “What do you want to know?” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. “I came here, even though your offer sounded fishy. I reached the end of the rope.” You throw your hands up, and sniffle.

“Now, now. No tears in Lloyd Hansen’s office,” he gets up to march toward you. Lloyd cups your face and tilts your head. “I need to know every detail, sunshine. If you are lying, I’ll send you home with a slap to your plump ass.”

“Fine,” you snap at him and push against his chest. “Quit pro quo, Mr. Hansen. After I told you everything about my situation, I want the truth about your offer.”

“Be my guest,” he smirks darkly. “I hope you don’t pee your pants getting to know the truth.”

“I came this far,” you sniff, “you don’t scare me, Mr. Hansen. You’re not the first man wanting me to fail.” 

“A cocky one, I see,” Lloyd says as he sits back down on the sofa. “Begin, then.”

“What do you want to know? That my deadbeat of a husband left me for some bitch he met at a bar?” You drop your bag onto his desk and take your jacket off. “Or that I must raise my three-year-old son without him because his dick was more important?”

You stride toward Lloyd and step between his legs. He looks up at you, amused as you cup your tits. “I will lose my house and my car. I don’t make enough money to keep the house. He stole the money I spared to give her a nice life.”

“I see,” he licks his lips. “I think you already got what I have to offer.” Lloyd tilts his head and smirks as you start to unbutton your blouse.

“You want me to fuck you, right? That’s all this is about,” you wrinkle your nose. “And I’ll get the money I need to keep my house.”

He grins now. “Sunshine, you didn’t get that this is about business. I’ll put you on my website and my clients can decide if they want to fuck you or not.”

“Oh…” You sigh deeply. “I guess this means there is no hope.” You turn around to grab your bag. “Sorry for wasting your time.”

“Sunshine, wait,” he’s on his feet before you can grab your jacket. “I didn’t say you can just leave. Don’t you want to end up getting fucked good by my clients?”

“Do you honestly believe I was waiting to get fucked by random douches,” you turn back around and slap Lloyd with your bag. “I came here to find help, not dick.”

His grin widens as you slap his chest, face, and shoulder with your bag. “Careful, sunshine. If you don’t watch out, you’ll end up making me rock hard.”

“You’re disgusting,” you wrinkle your nose and cock a brow. 

“Oh, mommy can get mad,” he purrs and roams your body with his eyes. “I bet you are a strict mommy, huh? Do you scold your baby boy?”

“No!” You snap at Lloyd. “Keep my son out of this!” You slap him with your bag again. “Never mention my kid again, you asshole!”

“I knew you were special, sunshine,” he chuckles and grabs your wrist to keep you from slapping him again. “A wildcat ready to scratch and bite me.”

“I’m a tiger mommy if you want to know,” you growl and snap your teeth at Lloyd when he tries to press his lips to yours. “I’ll do anything to protect my son.”

“Sunshine, you’ve got yourself a deal,” Lloyd drops his hands from your arms to grab your face again. This time he kisses you roughly. You bite his lower lip, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He greedily shoves his tongue inside your mouth, devouring your mouth. “I think you’ll make a grand-prime assistant slash sexy bunny for me…”

Part 2

[georgiapeach30513]

Can I please request either soft or needy (both?) Lloyd Hanson with prompt 58 "noone has ever touched me like that before "? Pretty please and thank you beautiful.

Yes!! Soft needy Lloyd is one of my weaknesses!! Lloyd just loves when you baby him, and help calm him back down.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

No One, But Me

Summary:  Lloyd needs you

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Sunshine

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, D/s dynamics, oral sex (M receiving), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  900

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Your fingers run up Lloyd’s glistening arm, rounding over his shoulders, before gliding down the other arm. His eyes glossy, look up at you. Butterfly bandages on his beautiful face, and there’s nothing that you wouldn’t do for this sweet one.

Continuing your motion, your fingers smooth down his broad chest, and Lloyd’s eyes flutter close, releasing the sweetest little whimper. “Punky, what is it that you need?”

His lip trembles as he looks up at you, just you touching him softly was enough to have him weak. Your hands massage into his shoulders, and you sink to your knees to get eye level with him, “Punky, what do you need? I need to know boo bear.”

“I want you to touch me,” you give him a little smile, and a kiss to his lips.

“Like that?” he shakes his head no, and you give him a trail of kisses down his neck and onto his broad shoulders. “You tell mommy when I get close, okay?”

“Okay,” he whines as you sink lower. Your tongue traces circles over his hardened nipple, giving the bud a hard squeeze, as you continue your descent lower.

Following the trail the dark patch of his hair, “Warmer,” he pants. Licking your lips when you see that pretty little vein. Unable to do anything but paint him with your tongue, following the trail to one of the best parts of Lloyd.

Not undoing his pants, you start kissing him over his jeans. His hips push forward, and you roll your eyes to look up at him, “So hot.”

“Punky, what do you want me to do?”

“Will you use your mouth, please? On my cock?”

“Of course, whatever you want me to do, Boo Bear,” your mouth teases him over his jeans. Wrapping your finger around his belt loop, pulling his slacks down a bit. Open mouth kisses on his barely exposed skin, has him thrusting up to meet your greedy mouth, “Uh uh. Let me have my fun.”

He tilts his head back, and lets you make out with his upper stomach, but when your fingers undo his buttons, he jerks to look back at you. The blue in his eyes nearly gone with how large his pupils are. Blown wide with a deep dark lust, and he bites at his lip to keep him from whining.

Pulling down his pants with a bit more force, you stare as his beautiful cock pops up into your face.  Dying to devour him with the utmost hunger. He needed you. It was a rough night for him. And you have no problem showing him just how needy you were for him either.

Your tongue traces around his spongy tip. Taking extra time on his slit. Kitten licking up his precum, before you sink down a bit. Not enough to matter. And when you pull off with a pop, he gasps, “No touching just yet,” you warn him before his fingers can pull your head back down to his aching length.

Licking down his length, you start to kiss over his silky skin. God, he felt amazing. This sniffling pretty thing was all yours, and you were going to remind him how special he was. Your hand fondles his balls, as you kiss back up his dick. Slapping the member on your cheeks, you give him a sweet little grin before sinking down.

Sliding down that delectable cock until his tip hits the back of your throat. A gurgled sound emits from your mouth, as saliva pools on his pelvis. Your lungs on fire from lack of oxygen, but you don’t care. He needs this.

When you can take no more, you pull back.  The air rushing to your hair having the tiniest bit of pain.  And he smiles at the added wetness on his body. Wrapping your lips around your teeth, you start a sinful bob on him. Sinking and rising on his pretty pink length, and his sweet sounds make you go harder. Each time sinking lower and lower, until he’s hitting the back of your throat.

You had never looked prettier, taking his cock like that. Cheeks hollowed, and tears running down your eyes.  You pull off of him again panting, “Fuck my mouth, Punky.”

“Ray of Sunshine?”

“Fuck it as hard as you want.”

His hands slide over your temples and settle on the back of your head, pushing you down to take all of him again, and when you struggle to swallow all of him, your neck bulges out.  With a deep breath he starts stabbing up into you. His ass bouncing off his chair, with hard movements into you.

Lloyd’s eyebrows knit together, and the pleasure you give him, takes him to another realm. Pure, heated, and desperate pleasure courses through his veins, and when you massage his balls in your hand, you feel him twitch inside of you.

His hands pummel you down over him. With the perfect rhythm. Just enough to leave you desperate; leaking out onto the base of his dick. His thrusts turn a bit sloppy, and you know you’ll have to continue this later. You need more. So much more than this.

With a final hard push into your greedy mouth, his hot cream shoots to the back of your throat. Tangy and salty, and you swallow every scrumptious bit. Not even wasting the spillage on his cock. Your skilled tongue laves up all of his essence, and still, you want more.

“Wow,” he pants out. Those puppy eyes smiling at you, “No one has ever touched me like that before.”

“Because they’ve neglected my sweet Punky. No one, but me, will ever touch you like that again. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Masterlist

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[holylulusworld]

Collared

Summary: You are his.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

Warnings: hostage situation, implied kidnapping, nakedness, dark Lloyd, groping, implied dub-con, mentions of collars

A/N: Written for @cockslutpadalecki​ 's Fifteen Sentence Challenge

My prompt was: Maybe I should get you a collar, so you don't forget who you belong to

Divider by @firefly-graphics

He has you on your knees, hands held behind your back with his belt looped around your wrists, and your eyes filled with unshed tears - just the way he likes it.

“Maybe I should get you a collar, so you don't forget who you belong to, Y/N,” Lloyd smirks darkly down at your shaking form as his warm hand caresses your exposed chest. “Just look at you now,” he taunts as you look up at him with big wet eyes. 

His skilled fingers tweak one pebbled nub, earning a needy whimper from you as your touch-starved body takes everything Lloyd is willing to give. 

Lloyd knows your mind still fights to adapt to your new life, but your body is betraying you every single time he touches you.

Your chest is heaving, and you shudder under his gaze when he cups your face with his large hands. Fresh tears drip onto already ruined flesh; joining the marks he left on your body.

“I’m sorry, don’t leave me alone for so long in that room again,” you choke out while praying he’ll accept your weak apology for running from him again. “Please, Lloyd I’ll be good from now on.”

“Why must you hurt me all the time?” he sighs deeply and shakes his head. “I gave you all a woman could ever wish for, my sweet cupcake.”

“You took my life away from me,” you breathe out. “Why?”

“Because you are mine now and forever...”

[georgiapeach30513]

Trash Stache

Summary:  Lloyd’s Feelings got hurt, and now he’s needy

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, needy!Lloyd, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, mentions of cockwarming, D/s dynamics, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.5K

Chris Evans One Shots

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pull out your phone, with seeing his nickname, you answer quickly. Holding the phone tight in your fingers, and you hope it's his voice you hear. Missions always mean danger. Danger always mean that it could be Lloyd's last day.

"Ray of Sunshine?"

"Oh, Punky," you sigh. Even though you hear the slight anguish in his voice. "How's my baby doing?"

"I'm at your place."

"I'm headed there now. Give me ten minutes," you lie, knowing it'll only take seven. Your baby is hurt, and you're not sure if it's his ego or his body, nor do you care.

You rush through the city to your apartment, swerving through the traffic. Lloyd needs you, and you're going to do what you have to, just to make it to him. Taking two steps at a time, and swinging the door open. You stare at him, hands on his head, while he slumps forward, "Boo Bear, you wanna talk about it?" you coo over to him. You're body walking into the bedroom, just to put on his favorite lingerie.

You sit on the coffee table in front of him, your legs going on either side of his, and it's only then, that he gives you that puppy dog look. "Punky, tell me what happened?" his bottom lip juts out, and there's a slight shaking of his head. "Lloyd, you tell me what happened."

"He called it a trash stache," you let out an aw, and pet over his clean, but not styled hair. He had already found use of your shower. Those baby blue eyes drift over your own, and you see them going glossy, "Do you think it's a trash stache?"

"I do not."

"You're just saying that," his arms cross over his chest, leaning back on the couch, he glares at you. "I don't like being made fun of.”

Reaching forward, you pet over his forearm. Your fingers tickling over his skin, and he lets out a little whimper. "I am not just saying that. You remember what I told you?"

Bashfully he looks away nodding his head. Those cheeks glowing and pink, "What did I tell you?”

"You like the way it felt."

"I like the way it felt where?" he looks over at you biting his lip. Leaning forward, his pointer finger runs up the lacy panties, right on your slit, and he moans at how slicked up you already are. "Uh-uh, use your words Boo Bear."

"You like it on your pussy. Said that it's pretty nice on your tits, too," using his knees he pushes your legs further apart, and gazes at your cunt. "I wanna taste," you raise an eyebrow at him, and he adds in, "Please?"

"Not yet," you maneuver those barely there panties off, spreading your legs again. Winding your hand down your front, you use your fingers to spread your swollen lips. Letting Lloyd watch as your pussy clenches around nothing and he gives another whine.

Flattening out your hand, you cover your hole, and tsk at him, "No, I wanna see it!"

"Do you deserve to see it?"

"I'll get on my knees, use my mustache to stimulate your clit. Please? I'll be your good Boo Bear. I...I'll even let my cock just go soft and sad."

"So you're saying that you don't want to fuck me?" his head shakes back and forth quickly. Trying to make you believe that there is nothing that he wouldn't do just for a taste of your essence.

"Please, Sunshine. I'll do anything. I just want a tiny little taste. Please?"

You hook your finger, wiggling for him to come hither. Those tight khaki panted knees drop to the floor, and he wraps his arms around your legs, pulling you closer to his eager mouth.

His eyes stay on your glistening folds, and he runs his tongue up and down your slit. Savoring your sweet tangy taste. Finally looking up at you, before fully diving in. That mustache creating the best extra stimulation for your bundle of nerves. The vibrations from his moans adding even more pleasure.

The man totally obsessed with your pussy. Because Lloyd hansen doesn't kneel down to any man, but you are no man. He gives your little bean a nibble, before his tongue slides down, and into your tight channel. Literally tongue fucking you, while his nose takes care of your clit.

You want to cuss the man that dared call your favorite thing a trash stache, because the way that clit tickler makes you feel is heavenly. Moving your fingers through his hair, you push him closer to your greedy cunt. Lloyd doesn't care, this is the battle he would gladly die in.

Moving back out of your pussy be caters to his favorite toy, your clit, sucking on the swollen bud while he enters two fingers in your cunt. Your body writhes with his ministrations, and your whimpers sing up his praises, "Fuck you were made for this. That is my pussy stache," you watch as he needily starts thrusting air. His hips hunching over nothing as you race for your finish. "Right there Boo Bear! Fuck you're amazing. So fucking amazing. You gonna make me cum, baby? Want me to cum in that pretty little mouth."

With a desperate mewl, you cum onto his hungry mouth, but he doesn't stop. Your body trembling, as he fights for one more orgasm. Perfect rhythm and pace, because he studies you like his missions. Having to lay back on the table, when your legs shake uncontrollably. Your body tenses up, and loses all control.

Those fingers slam into your cunt but he pulls back, mouth wide open, and tongue flat. With a scream, you squirt into his starved mouth, and he laps up your juices. Drinking it down like the finest scotch. "Fuck, yeah," you pant. Staring down at that beautiful needy man. His lips shiny with your arousal, and he leans forward to give your sensitive skin kisses. Peppering them all over your thighs.

"How's that pretty cock, Lloyd?"

"Hard, and wanting you to milk it dry."

With shallow breath, you instruct him to pick you up, "Carry me to the bed baby. I know you've got to be so frustrated at that bad man. You want to take it out on me?"

"It hurts," he says with a wicked smirk.

"I know baby, why don't you show mama how angry you are at what that bad man said."

Dropping you to the bed, he rips off your remaining lace, stripping his own self, before he places your body, how he wants it; on your back, and legs spread wide, nearly drooling at the sight of your cunt.

He gives your drenched sex a few slaps with his angry cock, his precum and your slick creating thin lines of sticky arousal. Sliding his tip over your bundle of nerves until moving to the treasure below. Barely thrusting his tip in, before slamming his hips into you.

Crashing on you over and over again. Grunting at how stupid Court Gentry is, but one look at where the two of you connect, and he almost goes soft, "Don't you dare! You fuck me hard! I don't care if you break the fucking bed. Fuck me!" Grabbing your headboard he stabs into you harshly. Getting off on just your pleasured face. Pictures and decorations shaking off the walls, and he fucks into you harder. You voice a mess of praises up at him, mixed with just screaming his name. Letting him know by the mess on the bed how good he is. Your juices soak your back, and you want him to fuck you harder.

Gripping his back, your nails dig into his skin. Seething and teeth bared, he ruts into you even harder. Your head and pussy getting the beating of a lifetime. When your walls flutter around him, you see that needy gaze in his eyes. "Fuck, what do you need baby?"

Sticking his tongue out, he lays it flat. Lloyd always did have an oral fixation. Holding onto his cheek, you let him suck on your thumb, while his cock twitches. "Keep going, Boo Bear, I'm almost there baby," hips crashing on hips, he feels your walls clench down tight, as the best high of your life flows rapidly through your body. With a few more stuttered thrusts, you feel hot ropes of cum paint your walls, before that sweet man collapses on you.

"There's a sweet boy, you made me feel so good. But do you feel better?"

"Yes, but you promise it's not a trash stashe?"

"I promise, Punky. That thing is what makes you a god with your mouth, okay," he leans up, his eyes soft and glowing before giving you the softest and sweetest kiss. "Spend the night with me, baby, that way I can hold you all night long."

"You'll be the big spoon?"

"Of course, unless you want me to cockwarm you?"

He gives you a wicked grin, "Maybe later, just hold me."

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