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Stolen Goods 4
Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.
Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader
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Lloyd drags you up the stairs. You can do nothing but pad after him, too confused and terrified to resist this madman. If he’s the type to go shopping and come home with a whole person, you’re not sure you want to find out what else he’s capable off. That holster on his belt keeps your thoughts from straying too.
His hold on your wrist makes you itch, a heat creeping up from his touch, encasing you in the rising panic that comes with the drop in adrenaline. This is really real. This is horrifying! It’s deranged. This strange man took you and now you’re in this strange place. You’re pregnant and scared and dizzy.
“Oof,” you stumble forward and nearly hit the wall before Lloyd diverts you and pulls you against him.
As you collide, he brings his hand to the small of your back and urges you close, “where are you off to, sugar mama?”
“No... no... where,” you flutter your lashes at him, “I’m...” you gulp and your stomach lets out a loud growl. You look down and back up at him, embarrassed. “I’m dizzy.”
He considers you, his stache slanting with his lips as he sucks his teeth, “mm, yes, I remember. You’re supposed to feed your pets.” He chuckles as he drags his hand up your side and over your arm. He boops your nose and turns back to his course, “don’t worry, sunshine, I’ma get you all snug as a bug and you can eat cake off my abs.”
“Huh?” You babble as you wobble after him mindlessly.
“Kidding, unless you wanna...” he looks over his shoulder and winks.
“N-nooo,” you stammer.
He laughs again. You don’t see how he can be so unbothered by all of this. It’s like Jake when he zones out halfway through a conversation about something important. The thought of fiance sets a grimmer cast over the whole twisted situation.
“You can’t... you can’t do this,” you wisp, “how can you... I’m a person. I... I’m pregnant.”
“Oh yes, you are,” he purrs as he stops at a door, pushing down the handle and swinging it open, “nice and luscious.”
“Ew.”
“Ripe,” he remarks.
Another swell of disgust rises and you frown. He moves you ahead of him and lets you go as he nudges you into the room. It smells like the cologne roiling off of him. You look around at the large bed draped in silk and tiger print, a theme consistent across the decor and furniture that fills the space.
“No,” you turn and he catches you around the hips.
“No? Honey cakes, you’re in it now. The only words I wanna hear are yes, more, or harder.”
“Stop,” you slap his torso, just below his chest as he pens you in, “stop! You can’t--” you whine desperately.
“I’m doing it. Look, do you know how many people have told me I can’t? And you know what happened? I did. And most of those fuckers had guns so...”
“Guns?” You blanch and shake your head, “I don’t...” your eyes fall to his belt and he puts his hand on the pistol and tuts.
“Don’t even try it,” he warns, “don’t you wanna be a good mama? That means you need to protect your baby,” he trails his hand over to your stomach and spreads his fingers wide, “so behave, sweetheart, or my tone’s gonna change real fast.”
You shudder and look up at him with round eyes, a gleam of tears along the brim. You bring your hand over his instinctively and wince. You sniffle and try to shove his touch away.
“Please, my baby--” you begin.
“Don’t, with the eyes, and the lip,” he huffs.
“I’m... I’m not doing anything.”
“Stop,” he brings his hand up to tap your lower lip, “it’s just making me harder.”
“Why are you doing this?” You beg as you back away from him.
“I don’t know, I’m bored,” he shrugs, “I like the way your belly felt when I was up on you. Like to get a handful once I got you bent over--”
“Ugh, why are you so gross?”
He flinches and arches a brow, “gross? Excuse me?”
“Yes, why are you being so nasty. I’m pregnant. Don’t you have any respect?”
He scoffs and rolls his eyes, “we both know how you got that way so don’t be such a fucking prude.” He steps closer, bearing down on you as you back up, “you’re only salty ‘cause his dick was too short, huh?”
“You don’t know him. Or me.”
“I know those tits are driving me crazy and that you didn’t make a peep in that fucking store. You just stood there and let me slide right in, didn’t you? Maybe you wanna act all prim and proper, sweet pea, but we were both there. We both know you wanted it,” he snorts, “otherwise you would’ve... done absolutely anything. You didn’t. You just stood there.”
You take another step back and put your hands over your chest. His eyes follows the movement and he licks his lips.
“Hey, let’s be honest with each other. We gonna have to get to know each other, right, so I’m going to be straight with you,” he shows his palms and grins, “I fucking loved it too. I’m sure you could feel it like a lightning rod just zimmmmm, struck by the moment.”
“Oh god,” you hiss.
“Sex god, sure, but that’s just a little sample of the kielbasa--”
You cover your face and tune him out as your embarrassment turns white hot above the flame of your guilt. He’s right. You didn’t stop him and you felt that tingle. You didn’t hate it. Scared, yes, but you were wet. Ugh, what’s wrong with you? Can you really blame the hormones?
“Sweetie, where--”
You walk to the bed and turn, plopping down on your bum, and cradle your head. The tears spill out and you sob. He’s quiet as you devolve into your emotions.
“Hey, woah, woah, woah, don’t cry,” he steps forward with a tenuous lean, “hey, baby, tell me what you want and I’ll make it better? Want me to lick it?”
“No!” You sneer between your fingers, “I want to go home.”
“We just talked about this. Anything else?”
Your lashes are webbed with tears and your eyes raw. You wiggle your nose and wipe it as you uncover your face. Your stomach gurgles painfully.
“Cheesecake,” you murmur, “triple fudge with an oreo crust--”
“Triple-- oreo--” he chokes out and taps his toe, hands framing his hips, “right. That actually sounds delicious. Good idea, tootsie roll.”
#lloyd hansen#dark lloyd hansen#dark!lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#stolen goods#drabble#au#series#the gray man
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THE MILLION DOLLAR BABY 🤲🏾
#WINDOWS 84#MAX B#THE NORTHFACE#CAKE2#KOBRA PAINT#DRIP NYC#GORETEX#HIGHWAY ROBBERY#ARCTERYX#DANG MOPS#NTER#STOLEN GOODS#HARM8#MILLION DOLLAR BABY#TAGS AND THROWS#KULTURE#SUPER FRESH#SUPREME#GRAFFPORN#GRAFF#GRAFFITI#CULTURE
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wee-woo, wee-woo
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"I gave it to them!" squeaked Bilbo, who was peeping over the wall, by now, in a dreadful fright.
"The Hobbit" - J. R. R. Tolkien
#book quote#the hobbit#jrr tolkien#gift#thief#stolen goods#burglar#burglary#bilbo#hobbits#arkenstone#opal#bard#bard the bowman#the elvenking#thranduil#elves#men#dwarves#thorin#negotiations
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#this took me so long to figure out! it's so hard to find a good arguing partner#videos#stolen from instagram#thank you for the life lessons dish washing off-brand freddie mercury
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I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed You fascinate me so
You Fascinate Me So, Blossom Dearie
#good omens#gomens#good omens s2#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#my art#made with stolen time over the course of two extremely busy months but I'm so glad its done#Aziraphale's reading a first folio obviously#cones of dunshire voice: it's about the DETAILS#extremely excited to introduce everyone to this song about DEEPLY YEARNING for someone who annoys the hell out of you#its a banger
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Theft in Birsanagar: Retired TELCO Employee's House Burglarized
Thieves strike at Devendra Singh’s residence while family away for medical treatment. A robbery occurred at the Birsanagar residence of Devendra Singh, a retired TELCO employee, who has been in Delhi for medical treatment with his family for the past four months. JAMSHEDPUR – Thieves broke into the Birsanagar home of retired TELCO employee Devendra Singh, who was in Delhi for treatment. Devendra…
#अपराध#Birsanagar theft#CCTV Footage#Crime#Crime News#Devendra Singh#house break-in#Jamshedpur burglary#Police Investigation#Ramakrishna Rao#Stolen Goods#TELCO employee
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"HAD 3 LOADED GUNS IN HOUSE, POLICE SAY," Toronto Star. October 17, 1933. Page 33. ---- Arthur Desroches Arrested - Find $800 Worth of Alleged Stolen Goods ---- Special to The Star Penetang. Ont., Oct. 17. - Arrested by Provincial Officer Harry Wright, and local police, Arthur Desrochers is now in Barrie jail awaiting trial for the theft of about $800 worth of goods. Under lock and key are beds, a stove, a radio, club bags, clothing, tools, guns, ammunition, pressure gauges and other articles said to have been stolen by him. Most of the articles were recovered in a house. Others had been cached at Methodist Point, several miles away. The robberies have extended over a period of several months. When the prisoner was arrested there were found in the house a shotgun, double-barrelled sawed-off a single-barreled shotgun and a .22 rifle, all loaded. He will appear for trial on Friday before Magistrate Copeland.
#penetang#barrie#stolen goods#stolen guns#stolen radio#break and enter#summer cottages#cottage country#armed with a shotgun#great depression in canada#crime and punishment in canada#history of crime and punishment in canada
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DeviantART users are involved in actual criminal fraud nowadays
Dear lords, that site keeps hitting lows lower than Southwest Pissvillechester League Division 19, but now a fair few of their users have got involved in fraud that would've got people arrested in parts of Europe.
Generally speaking, I approve of AI art if it's done right. Early on, I had a strong feeling of "If you've seen one, you've seen them all" (like with Tekken and pre-2021 Kirby), but as people learned the prompt tricks, and the arrival of BingBot to shake things up, it's going better now.
However, I set the bloody limit at when DA users have the sheer nerves to try to sell AI generation art as adoptables, which I've stumbled across at least 4 times in the past 3 months.
At that point, it breaks several laws, as well as the TOS of every AI tool I've come across. If prosecutors know what they're doing, such users could need to stand trial for selling stolen goods, fraud, or both.
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Stolen Goods 2
Warnings: noncon and other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.
Ft. Lloyd Hansen, petite!pregnant reader
I also beg of you to leave me some tuppence in the form of a comment and/or reblog. You are cherished!
Enjoy, my loverlies.
You go through checkout in autopilot. You pay, not paying mind to the total, and a bag boy helps get the bags in your cart. You’re still trembling from the encounter at the bread shelf. You’re starting to think you imagined it. Can pregnancy hormones make you delusional?
As you push your cart out to the lot, you feel a chafing against your thighs. Your panties are still askew. You slow as you near the car and peek around to fix them. A shiver rolls over you at the brush of fabric across your pelvis.
What are you doing? You should march back in there and demand the surveillance footage. You should call the police and file a report. It’s not about them believing you, they’ll have to see it on the cameras, right?
You’re kept from your moment of clarity by the buzz of your phone. Shoot. You answer as Jake’s name flashes over the screen.
“Hey,” you wisp you as you keep hold of the cart, hovering just next to the trunk of the car, “did I forget to put something on the list?”
“Checking in. Been there a while,” he says. You can hear him typing as he speaks. He’s always so busy, even when he’s at home. If he isn’t logged into work, he’s up to some coding of his own. You suppose he’s trying to get as much in before the baby comes. “So, you almost done?”
“Yeah, yeah,” you try not to let your voice quaver, “just packing up the bags now. How’d your meeting with Harold go?”
“Usual. That big project we’ve been working at? Got scrapped. Starting over,” he scoffs.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Jake,” you pout as you reach into your purse and fish out the car keys. You pop the trunk and angle the cart so it won’t roll away. “I think I might get that promotion though.” You lift a bag and puff out as you balance the cell between cheek and shoulder, dropping it in the trunk, “Terra’s leaving so...”
“Babe, I told you to wait until I finished work,” he sniffs, “you okay?”
“Yeah, I didn’t get anything too heavy. Jake, it’s fine.”
“Mm, I feel like... like you don’t let me do enough,” he whines.
Your lips slant. You won’t let the hormones loosen your tongue. He has every opportunity to help. He could do the shopping himself but he says he needs you to make sure he gets the right things. He could cook dinner but he burns everything. He could clean the dishes but he breaks at least one thing each time.
“You can rub my back?” You suggest, “or my feet.”
“Mm, yeah,” he agrees noncommittally. Right, he’ll only do that if he gets a bit of fun after.
“Anyway, we’ll talk when I get there. I don’t want the ice cream to melt,” you lean on the cart and hold back a sigh, “love ya.”
“Mm, huh, yeah, you too. Gareth’s calling.”
He hangs up and leaves you listening to dead air. You drop your shoulders and shove the phone back in your purse. You shake your head and move around the basket to grab another bag. A pair of thick arms beat you to it and you step back as a man in a yellow polo smirks down at you.
“What’s a lady like you doing all the heavy lifting for?” The man asks.
His timbre hits you like a train off its tracks. Your pregnancy brain unfogs and you remember what you’d meant to do before the phone call. You feel the scene back in the store, the creep of his hand under your dress. That voice. It’s definitely him.
You gape at him as he steps close, hugging a bag to his stomach, and you back away in horror. His hair is combed back on top, his sides shaved close, and his lip is trimmed with a thick mustache. Despite his clean shave, a shadow already darkens his jawline.
Your heart hammers wildly and your whole body tingles. He steps around the cart and places the bag in the trunk. You touch your stomach as you try to calm yourself.
“Get away from me,” you murmur.
“I’m just being helpful, sweet cheeks. You should know, I’m not really the type to help an old lady cross the street or whatever shit,” he snorts and faces you.
“Go,” you rasp hotly as your eyes tinge. “Get away!”
“Now, don’t go shrieking like a banshee. I’m really not into the whole...” he makes a motion in front of his stomach, “baby thing, but you’re convincing me.”
“I said--”
“I’m not done,” he points at you, “so keep your ears open, sugar tits.” He gives a leer at your chest, “now those... that’s amazing. You gone up a cup size or were they always honkers?”
���Ew, you--” you try to accuse him and he taps your lips, stunning you to silence.
As he comes closer, his size is even more obvious. Everyone’s big compared to you, he’s probably about the same height as your fiance, but he seems broader. Maybe because he’s older?
“I’m just being a good Samaritan,” he looms over you, “helping you get your shopping all away.” He grins down at you and brings up two fingers, giving them a sniff, “getting you off--”
“You--”
"...your feet," he finishes.
He’s quicker than you. Your voice dissolves as he has you by the neck in and instant, your keys and purse falling to the tarmac. Your top-heavy stature has you off-balance without much of a struggle and you barely keep your side from hitting the open edge of the trunk. He bends and scoops up your leg, pushing you to roll onto the groceries and land uncomfortably against the emergency kit.
“Hey!” You cry out and he snaps the lid shut. He slaps it and gives a cackle loud enough for you can hear. You hold your stomach, terrified that you landed too hard on your side.
“I only came for milk, imagine that.”
#lloyd hansen#dark lloyd hansen#dark!lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x reader#the gray man#series#drabble#stolen goods
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IMPORTANT: TUMBLR HAS MADE A DEAL WITH MIDJOURNEY/OPENAI.
YOUR ART AND IMAGES ON TUMBLR ARE BEING USED TO TRAIN AI MODELS.
The opt-in is automatic, but you can turn it off in settings.
Go to "Blog Settings" -> "Visibility" -> "Third-Party Sharing" and turn on "Prevent third-party sharing for [blog]". (This post shows how to do it on browser and on mobile.) You need to do this with every sideblog. (Note: The option in settings might not appear if your app hasn't updated yet. You can still opt out via browser.)
Spread the word. Everyone on Tumblr needs to know about this.
#>> mod: firefly#edited for clarification & to add instructions for turning off on mobile#disclaimer: yes i'm putting this in the transformers tags. this is important and artists need to know their work is being stolen#my apologies for the non-earthspark post (again) but this is fucking insane#i am so unbelievably angry. fuck ai and fuck tumblr for doing this#earthspark#transformers earthspark#transformers#tfes#tfe#tf earthspark#maccadam#edit: holy hell i think this breached containment a bit#which is good; people need to know about this#but also wow my notifications 0.0
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His tormentors then had Watt charged with receiving stolen goods: to wit, two sheets of paper taken from a rubbish bin at The Sydney Herald.
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
#book quote#killing for country#david marr#nonfiction#william watt#tormentors#false charges#theft#stolen goods#paper#rubbish bin#trash#the sydney herald
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in case you want to fight back.
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Kleptophagy
Kleptophagy - The act of consuming stolen goods
Klepto-: Derived from the Greek "kleptes," meaning "thief" or "stealer."
-Phagy: Derived from the Latin "phagus," meaning "to eat" or "devour.
Example Sentence - Bristling with stolen bounty, the squirrel practiced the subtle art of kleptophagy, his cheeks a testament to his audacious appetite.
#Kleptophagy#Klepto-#neologism#kleptes#stealer#-Phagy#to eat#devour#stolen goods#mordictionary#moribund dictionary#moribund institute#moribund institute dictionary
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