#Lloyd hansenxblack reader

[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.”

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•|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.

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