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holylulusworld · 10 months ago

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TOL - Like a virgin (1) - Bucky Barnes

Summary: You need money. Hansen’s agency offers the right kind of trade.

Pairing: DBF!Bucky Barnes x Virgin!Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, unnamed other reader (Hansen’s girl)

Warnings: money problems, sex for money, selling your virginity, blindfolding, sex with a stranger, groping, oral (fem rec), fingering, teasing, dirty talk, loss of virginity, slow sex, smut, unprotected sex, possessive Bucky, undefined age gap, dad’s best friend trope, Lloyd being Lloyd, language, mentions of past death of a loved one, fluff

A/N: This story is part of my: Traders of love (lust) masterlist

A/N2: It's also a request fill for my 16.666 followers celebration masterlist. Sorry, this took me so long. I'm working on all the requests left for this celebration.

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“Do you know what you get yourself into if you sign this contract?” Lloyd Hansen, the devil with blue eyes asks.

“I need to money and uh…I tried anything else. I worked my ass off and even sold my car. It’s no use,” you exhale deeply to calm your racing heart. “The debts are eating me alive, and the only thing left that I could sell is my…virginity.”

He watches you squirm in your seat, amused, and aroused at the same time. “Aw, you’re a cute little cupcake. I’d love to have a taste of you myself, but I don’t shit where I eat – you know.”

Lloyd cocks a brow when you reread the standard contract he handed to you. “So, you will put me on your website and your customers will buy me?” You blink a few times to not cry. This feels so surreal and wrong. How did you stoop so low that you sold your body to a stranger?

“Kinda,” Lloyd gets up from his chair to show you his iPad. “We don’t sell you off to a random douche. I don’t want a cute muffin like you to end up under a sick bastard. All my clients are gentlemen.”

You nod slowly and try to remember every detail he tells you. “Okay.”

“You can choose ten out of my clients and, if you want to, a wild card.” Lloyd hands you the tablet. “If you choose only ten out of my clients one of them will have the honor to fuck you first.”

You fight the urge to scrunch your nose up. “What’s the wild card?” You look up from the iPad to meet Lloyd’s eyes.

“If you choose ten men and the wild card, you will get more money,” he explains. “The start offering will be one million dollars. You’ll get six hundred thousand dollars, and I’ll arrange everything for your safety.”

You gasp loudly. This amount of money would save you and allow you to live a better life. You don’t care Lloyd will have almost half of the money. He provides the hotel suite and will make sure that you’ll come home safely.

“The men will attend an online auction. They will bid on you. If you get lucky, they will pay more than one million bucks.”

“Wow!” You exclaim. Even if it’s the worst thing you’ll ever do, this arrangement will help move on from your past and pay your debts.

“Now, I’ll tell you about the wild card,” Lloyd sits next to you. “The wild card is special. You cannot choose this man, but you’ll get two hundred and fifty thousand bucks more. No matter who wins the auction. You’ll get eight hundred and fifty thousand bucks.”

“He’s not a creep, right? I don’t want my first time to be with someone hurting me or ignoring my safe word,” you wring your hands.

“The wild cards are my special clients. These men have my trust, sweetness,” Lloyd says. “The inner circle of my organization. It consists of ten men. You will find none of them in my files.”

“I could need the extra money,” you ponder. “You promise that they are not crazy or shit?”

“I’m the craziest guy in this organization,” he flashes you a smile. “And you are not scared of me, right?”

“You’re intimidating,” you shyly admit as you glance at Lloyd. “But you didn’t hurt me or scare me. You were nice.”

“Hah, did ya hear that, sunshine?” Lloyd yells, making you flinch. The door immediately flies open, and his assistant walks inside. “See, she thinks I’m nice.”

“Yeah, because she doesn’t know you like I do,” she puts her hands on her hips and glares at Lloyd. “Sweetie don’t let him talk you into this wild card shit. His buddies are the worst, and he’s the king of shit!”

“Darling don’t be rude,” he gets up to wrap his arms around her waistline. She squirms in his hold, giggling while pushing against his shoulders. “Give your man a kiss.”

“Not until you get rid of that mustache!”

“You love the mustache. It makes your clit all tingly when I go down on you,” he steals a kiss, and gropes her plump ass. “If not for my new client, I’d fuck you right here and now to put a little Lloyd inside of you.”

“You’ll take care of the sweet girl first. You better not pressure her into this shit,” she grunts and pushes Lloyd off her. “I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

She walks back outside and closes the door with a loud thud.

“A hell of a woman,” he hums and adjusts his pants. “I found her—” Lloyd clears his throat. “Never mind. That’s a story to tell later.”

“Can you tell me what the men will expect? I mean, aside from having sex with me.”

Lloyd smirks. “You don’t have to worry about kinky shit. The contract includes vaginal sex - missionary, or doggy style. Maybe a blow job. Protection is a must. If you want it to be pleasurable for you too, play with your pussy, or think of something nice.”

“I’d imagine Bucky,” you blur out. “I—fuck.” You curse when Lloyd cocks a brow. “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a little older than me. Not a gramps or something.”

“Bucky, huh?” He nods thoughtfully. “That’s an interesting name.”

“It’s a nickname,” you hastily say. “His real name is James Buchanan Barnes.” You swoon now. “He never looked at me twice, but if I want to get off, I always imagine him.”

“As long as you don’t moan his name, I don’t care what you do to get into the mood,” Lloyd says, but there’s something in his eyes you can’t quite put a finger on. “Back to the options. Wild card yes or no?”

You look at the iPad again. What is one more stranger, right? “Yes.”

“Barnes,” Lloyd grins like the devil. “Hey, no swear words, sunshine. I got a nice little deal for you.” He grunts and mutters into the phone. “Would you just listen for a moment? A nice little bird came to me. I think you know her…”

“Y/N!” Your dad’s best friend jogs next to you. “Hey, long time no see.”

“Uh-hi,” you squeak when he wraps you in a hug. “Nice to see you, Bucky.”

“How have you been?” He releases you to lock you up and down. “You look a little stressed. Is everything alright? You know that you can always come to me. I’m like an uncle to you.”

“Uncle,” you wrinkle your nose. “Right.” You shake your head at the naughty thoughts wanting to force their way to the front of your mind. “I’m good. Really. Nothing to worry about.”

“You sure?” He presses on. “If you are scared to tell your dad, tell me. I won’t say a thing.”

“I said that I’m fine,” you snap at him as a woman gets out of his car and calls his name. “How about you go back to your arm candy and leave me alone? We haven’t heard of you for two years.”

You twirl around and storm off. You don’t need anyone to help you. Lloyd offered more money than you’ll need to pay the debts your dad left you when he passed away.

Bucky didn’t even know about it because he just doesn’t care…

“Pumpkin,” Lloyd claps his hands as you walk inside the expensive penthouse suite. “You look stunning.” He grins as you squirm under his gaze.

He walks toward you to hand you the iPad. “The wild card won the auction,” he casually says. “I transferred the town hundred and fifty thousand bucks to your bank account. This is the point of no return. If you want out, say it now.”

“I know,” you released a shuddery breath. “I don’t want to do this, but I need the money. It’s one night with a guy you trust. So…let’s get this over with.”

“On the bed is something the wild card got for you. OH, and he wants you to put the blindfold on. It’s his special request,” Lloyd gently pats your shoulder. “I promise he’s a good guy, and won’t hurt you, pumpkin. Just remember the only two rules. Never ask why they pay you for sex, and, never let them do anything you don’t want to.”

“Thank you—” you close your eyes and take deep breaths. “I can do this. Please leave me alone now. I need to get ready.”

“If he crosses a line,” Lloyd says. “You say Lloyd, and I take the door down.”

“What? I don’t understand.” You furrow your brows.

“Just say Lloyd.” He whispers in your ear.

“Lloyd,” you say, and the lights in the room turn red. An alarm shrills and you need to cover your ears. “Oh…wow.”

“See, I take care of my girls. Do not let him gag you, though,” he warns. “If he tries anything you don’t agree to, yell my name and I’m there in a split-second.”

You nod and give Lloyd a shy smile. “Thank you.”

“I make money with my girls. I don’t want them to get hurt or worse,” he says. “I’m not a saint or a good guy. But no one hurts my girls.”

You watch him leave the room and release another shuddery breath.

He’s right. This is it. The point of no return…

The gift from the wild card is a silky nightie dress in your favorite color. Midnight blue. It has a plunging back and lace-lined cups. It fits you like a second skin.

You close your eyes and count to ten to calm your racing heart as you put the blindfold on. It’s the wild card’s special wish, and you don’t want to piss him off right away.

Maybe the blindfold will make things easier. You can imagine any face, while the stranger is inside of you.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful.” You shudder as his voice is deep and rough. He entered the room without making a noise, and now he’s already so close you feel his breath fan over your neck. “I see you are wearing my gift.”

“Yes…Sir…” You breathlessly reply. His hands ghost over your arms, touching you gently. “Or do you want me to call you something else?”

“Hmm…” He hums. “We will see, doll.” You whimper at the pet name. “Can I call you doll? Is that alright with you?” His lips press against your neck, he nips at the sensitive spot behind your ear. “I need you to answer me.”

“Yeah, that’s alright with me,” you are already enchanted by the stranger. His scent is intoxicating, and his voice goes straight to your core.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good, doll,” he wraps one arm around your waistline to bring you close to his body. His chest is bare, and you feel his skin pressed against yours. “I dreamed of doing this with you.”

“You did?” You purr and lean your head against his shoulder. “What do you want to do with me?”

“You’ll see,” he chuckles as you press your butt into his crotch. “You’re eager to get me going, huh? Don’t worry. I’m already so hard for you it hurts.”

He releases you and steps away to admire your wrecked state. You’re a panting mess, and your legs quiver. “Beautiful and so responsive.” He’s back on you to slide the thin straps of the nightie down your shoulders. The stranger nips at your neck, leaving little love bites on his way. “I can’t wait to have you.”

“You have me,” you move your hand behind you, blindly grasping for his hair. He’s a stranger but feels so good against you. “I want you to have me.”

“I know, doll,” he whispers in your ear while shoving the nightie down your shoulders. The fabric drops to the ground and pools around your ankles. “I love how you feel against me. I bet you feel even better around me.”

His hands cup your breasts. One warm and soft, the other cold and a little rougher. He gropes your soft flesh and pinches your nipples. This stranger plays with your body and pulls all the right strings.

You don’t have to imagine someone else. His lips nipping at your earlobe, and his hands, those skilled tools press moans and whimpers out of you. “Sir…”

“It’s alright, doll. Be as vocal as you want to,” he smirks against your skin. “Relax and let me take good care of you.”

“Yes—” you hiss when he meaningly tugs at your nipples. “Ouch.”

“You are a big girl and can take it, baby doll,” he grinds into you to rub his aching cock against your butt. “I bet your pretty cunt is wet for me.”

Your voice fails. He’s moving one hand between your legs and pinches your clit through your soaked panties. “I knew it.” He teasingly pinches your clit, igniting another spark deep within you. “You’re mine now. Only mine. After tonight, you’ll never want another man. Say it!”

His other hand rips your panties off of your body, taking you by surprise. You squeak and giggle as he twirls you around. “You’re all I imagined you’d be,” he cups your face and presses his lips to yours.

You’ve been kissed before – but not like this. His lips are soft and tender, but the kiss gets heated when his hands move to your ass to hoist you up.

You end up in his arms and sling your legs and arms around his body out of instinct.

“Your lips taste like heaven.” He purrs while walking toward the bed. “I bet your sweet pussy tastes like sin.” You end up on the soft mattress, the stranger on top of you.

He kisses you again, slowly, and sensually this time. “I’m gotta have a taste, doll.” You wish you could watch him kiss his way down your body. It feels like his lips and hands caress every inch of your body they can reach. “It’s alright. You don’t have to be afraid.”

The stranger moves lower, kissing you right above your belly button. He moans against your skin, making you shiver at the slightest touch.

His hands move over your thighs, spreading them wide so he can settle between your legs.

“Let me have a taste of heaven,” he presses a searing kiss to your pussy. “I’ve got you, doll.”

You shudder feelings his nose brushes your clit. “So pretty down here too,” he murmurs against you. His breath tickles your folds, leaving you wanting more. “Shhh…” He shushes you. “I only want to eat this sweet cunt out.”

He spreads your pussy lips, to look at your clit. “Ah…S-ir.” You stammer. “What are you doing?”

“Did no man ever put his mouth on you?” He looks up at you from between your legs, groaning loudly when you shake your head. “Good. I’m your first for everything then.”

Your mouth falls open. Why would he want to do such a thing? Isn’t this night all about him, not you? “Why?”

“I love eating pussy, doll,” he laughs. “And I want you slippery wet so I can shove my dick right into your tight little hole.”

You grab your tits, squeezing your flesh to do anything but lie there and wait for the stranger to rule your body.

He teases your pearl with the tip of his tongue, eager to please you. A shudder runs through you. You are so lost in his touch that you nearly forget this is about him and that he paid you to touch you.

This is not love-making, but a business transaction. “Please just fuck me…”

“Not yet,” he slaps your pussy lips. “I want you to be a good girl and let me enjoy every moment. “This includes tasting your cunt.”

“Oh-“ It never crossed your mind that a man could be interested in eating you out before getting off. “Be my guest.” You sass and spread your legs wider. “I’m on the menu tonight.”

“That you are,” he kisses the inside of your left thigh, caressing the soft skin with his lips and tongue. “But only for me.” He turns his attention toward your right thigh.

He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you closer to his mouth. “Fuck, you smell so good, doll.” You gasp the moment he licks up your sex. It’s a new sensation and you already love it. “Use my face, come on.”

You bite your lower lip. Can you do this? Lloyd said this is all about the man’s fantasy, but he wants to give you pleasure too.

“Fuck,” you nod and start grinding your pussy against his mouth, hoping to get more of this new feeling. “Please.”

“Soon, baby doll,” he purrs and flicks his tongue to play with your little nub. You wiggle on the bed, grinding as he uses his mouth to send sparks of pleasure through your body. You don’t think, just feel.

You whimper and moan hearing him groan against you. He throws your left leg over his shoulder, spreading you wide as he teases your soaked hole with the tip of his index finger. “Oh God, yes. Please just put it inside,” you become impatient. “Fuck…please.”

He laughs but doesn’t say anything. Instead, he pushes one finger inside, curling his digit inside of you. “Relax, doll. I’m gonna give you my cock soon enough.”

“Y-es…p-lease,” you can’t think straight. Your body is on fire, and you need release, or you’ll lose your mind. “Please I want you to…”

“Baby,” he purrs while slowly starting to fuck you with his finger. “Soon…I’ve been waiting to have you for so long.”

He adds another finger, now pressing his fingertips against your sweet spot. “Fuck,” you exclaim loudly. “Ah, there…I need… I want…”

“No,” you don’t get to cum. He scissors you open, ignoring that you beg and plead. “Not yet. You’ll cum on my cock only. I want to feel you fall apart for the first time while I’m inside of you.”

“Fuck!”

“Oh baby doll,” he coos when you sniffle, and slam your fists into the mattress. “I don’t want to be cruel, only to make it easier for you to take me.”

“Please, I only want to feel you,” you hold out your hands, sniffling louder. “I need you to do it now before I get scared.”

“Shit,” you feel his fingers slip out of you. He crawls up your body and kisses you slowly. “Baby doll, tell me if you want me to stop. We don’t have to do this.”

“You pai—” He silences you with his lips and makes you forget that you are only here for him to get what he paid for. “I want you.” You don’t know why, but it’s true. All you want is to feel him inside of your body.

“Are you sure?” He asks against your lips. “Baby doll?”

“Yes,” you blindly grasp for him. “Please fuck me. I don’t want to wait any longer.” You don’t tell him that the man you wanted to be your first would never even look at you twice.

“You don’t have to beg me.” He angles his hips to run the tip of his cock up and down your folds. “I’ll give it to you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a high-pitched shriek escapes your throat feeling his length slide slowly into you. He stills his hips, groaning loudly as your walls strain against his intrusion.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby doll.” He buries his face in your neck, murmuring your name as he moves back and forth, always pushing a little deeper. “Open up to me, pretty doll.”

It hurts a little, and you hide your face in his shoulder, whimpering any time he tilts his hips. “I know, baby doll. It will feel good soon. Let me just,” he breathlessly whispers in your ear. “I’m gonna make love to you, Y/N.”

You bite his shoulder when he slides all in with the next thrust. A whimper escapes your lips, and you claw at his back. “Shhh…you are doing so good for me, baby. I’m proud of you, my sweet princess.”

He wraps one arm around you and removes the blindfold with one swift motion. You gasp and dig your nails into his back. “Bucky?” You can’t help but whimper his name. “What?”

“I couldn’t let you do this. I wanted you for so long.” He claims your lips in a soft kiss. “You refused to take my help so I…”

“It’s you,” you cling to Bucky. “Not some stranger…it’s you…” you sniffle. “You’re here…”

“Yeah,” he breathes against your lips. “Do still want to…”

You wrap your legs around his waistline. “Yes…hell yes…” You grunt. “Please don’t stop now. We can’t stop now.”

He nuzzles his face in your neck and digs his knees into the mattress. You melt into his arms, knowing it’s not a stranger, but the man you adored and loved for years.

“We already broke all the rules, Y/N,” he slowly starts rocking his hips. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Bucky curses as you claw on his back. “My doll.”

He’s pushing harder into you with every thrust. It doesn’t matter that you feel like you are in a limbo of pleasured pain, or that you forgot the condom. All you are capable of is to stare up at Bucky as he takes you apart.

Your body belongs to him and opens up to Bucky like a flower finally deciding to bloom. Your core burns with desire for more of him. “Please.”

“I’ve got you, Y/N,” he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, causing you to cry out loudly. Something drops to the ground in the room next door, but you don’t care.

You rock your body in sync with Bucky, urging him on to claim you, and your whole being. Even if you should be mad at him for tricking you, you can’t. Not when he pushes you over the edge, his name on your lips nor when he spills into you, cursing your name.

“Baby,” he worriedly looks down at you. You are panting heavily and are unable to open your eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah…I’m good…”

Bucky slowly pulls out to lie next to you. He opens his arms and watches you lie on his chest.

“Why did you never come back?” You run your hand over his sweaty chest. “Bucky?”

“Your dad found out that I had a thing for his beloved daughter,” he runs his hand over your head. “I’m sorry. He left me no choice but to stay away from you. I had to keep my distance.”

“You could’ve come to his funeral,” you sniff. “Why did you leave me all alone?”

“I had problems with the law, and I was in the middle of a divorce. You didn’t need a drunk wreck longing for you,” he whispers. “I had to wait until I’m better and then Hansen called, telling me about your problems.”

“That fucker,” you grumble. “I knew he was going to trick me!”

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Bucky softly says. “I paid all your dues before coming here. I just couldn’t resist you any longer. I had to have you.”

He lifts his head to look you in the eyes. “Can you forgive me, Y/N?”

“I’ll consider forgiving you if you explain everything to me later. Like – how do you know Lloyd Hansen? And what is going on with his assistant?”

“You will get to know everything.” He pecks your lips. “For now, all you need to know is that I love you…always have…”

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 4 months ago

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2024 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long year. College classes started up again this fall and I'm swamped with work. This is my list for Kinktober this year. I will do my best to keep up but anywho, I hope you enjoy!

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst; 👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Deepthroating/Facesitting (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 2: Semi-Public Sex (Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader)🔥

Day 3: Knotting (Alpha!Jim Hopper x Assistant!Omega!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 4: Phone Sex (John Winchester x Hunter!Fem!Reader)🌙🔥

Day 5: Squirting (Obsessive!Perv!Billy Hargrove x Bimbo!Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 6: Cuckolding (Shy!Jake Jensen x FemmeFatal!Fem!Reader x Franklin Clay) 🌙🔥

Day 7: Biting/Marking (Possessive!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 8: Morning Sex (CACW!Steve Rogers x Avenger!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 9: Praise Kink (Insecure!Geralt of Rivia x Healer!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 10: Mommy Kink (Needy!Johnny Storm (CE) x Mommy!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥👿

Day 11: Caught (Daryl Dixon (Prison Era) x Fem!Reader) 🔥

Day 12: Sex Toys (Lawyer!Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 13: Virginity Kink (Professor!Logan Howlett x Virgin!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 14: Shotgunning (Needy!Ransom Drysdale x Nurse!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 15: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Steve Rogers x Princess!Fem!Reader) 🕸️🔥

Day 16: Spanking (Johnny Storm (CE) x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 17: Breeding (Wolf-Hybrid!Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 18: Tittyfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-Sized!X-Men!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 19: Hate Sex (Erik Lehnsherr x X-Men!Fem!Reader) 👿🌙🔥

Day 20: Edging (Young!Logan Howlett (X-Men1) x Professor!Mutant!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 21: Dub-con/Non-con (Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 22: Stripping (CEO!Nick Fowler x Stripper!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 23: Anal Sex (Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader) 🕸️👿🔥

Day 24: Pegging (Brat!Wade Wilson x Mean!Dom!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 25: Lactation (Dad!Steve Rogers x Mom!Pregnant!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 26: Age Difference (Older!Daryl Dixon (Alexandria Era) x 20s!Sunshine!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥

Day 27: Gagging (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Bimbo!Fem!Reader)

Day 28: DP in One Hole (CEO!Married!Stucky x Assistant!Fem!Reader)

Day 29: Gloryhole (Jim Hopper x Fem!Reader)

Day 30: Panty Raid/Panty Kink (Shy!Perv!Jake Jensen x Slight!Perv!Fem!Reader)

Day 31: Videoing (Camboy!Eddie Munson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader)

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sweetiebarnes · 11 months ago

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Twisted Pairing: Step Dad!Lloyd Hansen x Step Daughter!Reader

Word Count: 600+

Warnings: stepcest, voyeurism, female masturbation, nudity, implied future anal, minor daddy kink, dubcon/noncon if you squint, reader is early twenties, age gap.

Request: Lloyd Hansen, Step Dad, “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.”, and anal. Requested by: anonymous

A/N: I'm sorry I've been so slow with writing these. January has proven to be much more difficult than I had anticipated. I promise the stories are coming, and I am looking forward to doing your requests. This isn't my best work, but I still had fun writing it. It has not been beta read, so any mistakes are my own. As always my work is intended for adult audiences so 18+ only! Minors DNI. Pay attention to all tags and warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Writing Event Masterlist (still in the works)

From the first time Lloyd saw you he knew he needed to have you. That’s the thing about Lloyd Hansen, he always gets what he wants. He’d only married your mother because of the connections she provided. With her he’d be able to spread his business out throughout the country. What he hadn’t expected was the delicious present she had been hiding.

Tonight your mother was out with friends from college. Lloyd knew this was the perfect opportunity to get what he’d been craving. You. He could picture you up in your bedroom reading one of your countless books. It was cute how you always seemed to find ways to avoid him. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knew you felt something too. There was a magnetic pull between the two of you, and tonight would be the night he finally gets what he’s needed.

Lloyd makes his way up the stairs and stops outside your bedroom door. He’d expected to hear nothing, but instead he could hear what sounded like quiet whimpers. His eyes flutter shut as he leans in closer hoping to be able to hear you better. “Oh… Oh fuck, Lloyd.” There was no denying what he heard that time. You were in there touching what belonged to him. Without giving it a second thought, Lloyd quickly began to undress himself. This hadn’t been how he planned to do this, but when the opportunity presents itself how could he say no?

Once undressed, Lloyd opens your door. It takes you a moment to realize he’s standing there, and boy was he thankful for that. For that meant he was able to get a full spread eagle view of your soaked cunt. He watched as your finger meticulously rubbed your clit. The little moans that left your mouth were like music to his ears. It was when he let out a small grunt of approval that your eyes finally opened.

The look of embarrassment washed over your face. But that look quickly turned into confusion and horror when you spotted that he was naked. Your eyes traveled down to his hard cock which was now between his large hand. Lloyd’s smirk grew when he saw that your eyes appeared to be glued on him. “What’s the matter? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked man before.” His eyes never once leave yours as he slowly strides across your bedroom. “Oh come on, sunshine. We both know what you were just doing — who you were thinking about. Come on, be a good girl, show me.”

The more he talked, the more your body seemed to tremble from nerves. “I - I don’t know what you’re talking about, Lloyd.” He rolls his eyes at your attempt to play dumb. He wasn’t going to allow you to continue your charade of being so called innocent. “You really want to play that game? Fine, show me. Prove to me that you’re not soaked right now. Because you and I both know that your little pussy is dripping for me. Dripping for your step-daddy.” His words cause a small to leave your lips.

Maybe just this once you can give into your desires. Maybe just this once you can be bad.

Lloyd could hear a semblance of a plea when he watched you lay back on your bed. Your legs spread wide, inviting him to come give you both what you need. But Lloyd lets out a small tut and shakes his head. “Sorry, sunshine. That pussy isn’t what I’m interested in right now. I’d rather fuck your untouched hole. Turn around now.”

#vellicores writing event #lloyd hansen #step dad lloyd hansen #step dad!lloyd hansen #stepdad!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen ficlet #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen drabble #chris evans #the gray man

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bigtreefest · 9 months ago

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I dare you to write a piece using a character that you want to, but have never had a chance to write for before. With the sentence "Well that was a surprise."

Saint or Sinner?

College! Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word Count: 1,331

A/N: Amber!!! Thank you for tickling my brain with this dare! I honestly wanted to do Andy so badly, but this quote was screaming Lloyd to me and I couldn’t resist. To be completely honest, I had no intention of writing him, but my fingers tip-tapped away and I lost all control. I might’ve been possessed.

I also always plan on writing a Drabble, and then it ends up being as long as one of my fic chapters, but anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut (oral, m receiving), use of pet names, sociopathic tendencies, mean Lloyd, a twist?

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Ever since you were old enough date, you’ve been happily independent. You grew up in a small town, surrounded by blue collar families, including most of the members of your own.

You’d always had a keen ability to fit in anywhere, which you attribute to your upbringing. Your mom worked a corporate job, while your dad spent all day in a mechanic shop.

You were well off, but not raised like it, and you’d never judge those who had less than you, even though that’s what a lot of people expected.

Once you graduated high school, you got into Harvard where you met Lloyd. Lloyd was someone who was good at keeping his distance. You noticed it at first when you invited him to join a study group you had started with some other members of your cohort.

You received a terse “No thanks, Pumpkin,” punctuated with a curt nod and a wink, before he went to hang out with his other friends and his team.

You had made multiple attempts to include him in group activities, or engage in conversation when you could nab a seat next to him in class, but after some time, you stopped seeing him altogether. You could tell he was avoiding you and the study group you had become closer with. You’d probably actually call them your friends, becoming just as close as you were to some people back home. They picked up on the same things too, seeing that you were humble, and carried yourself in such a proper manner, earning you the nickname “the Saint.”

When word of that got around to Lloyd, he rolled his eyes. You were the complete opposite of him. Kind, welcoming, calculated, while he was cold, unpredictable, sociopathic. He couldn’t stand how successful you were, too. Professors and students alike constantly praised you, more than willing to help you in any way through your academic journey and career beyond. Where he schmoozed, you gracefully existed and got just as far.

You were perfect in everyone’s eyes, including his own, which is what infuriated him. There had to be a weak spot, somewhere where your surface would crack, and he had initially tried to find it by turning you down all those times, but it was unsuccessful.

None of the manipulation tactics he had worked so hard on perfecting for so long made you budge, either. He’d pluck out a random friend from your group to join his. Nothing. He’d sabotage your flash drive for your presentation, you’d have a backup in your email, ready to go. After you’d gone, you wished him luck and no technical difficulties like you had, with a giggle! He was enraged.

After being at the top of your class, the two of you were selected to go to a conference in DC. It was hardly supervised by your professor who had booked two rooms for you next to each other, getting himself a suite a few floors above.

You knocked on Lloyd’s door in the late afternoon, the day before your presentation. He opened it just enough to peek his head through.

“What do you want?”

You sighed with your signature smile on your face. “Did you want to go over everything one more time before dinner?”

He looked you up and down, face as stern as it ever was when he was dealing with you. “Not really, Sunshine.” He slammed the door in your face.

What Lloyd didn’t know was that all his little tactics were really chipping away at you. All you wanted was to spend time with him, to get close. You couldn’t help it. You’d be lying if you said it was in your usual friendship way, too.

No, you wanted more. There was something about how aloof he was that drew you in. You were obsessed and not willing to give up until you got what you wanted, what you deserved.

His little tendencies weren’t upsetting because he was rude, they were upsetting because they were keeping you away from what your body and the deep, dark recesses of your mind were screaming for.

The door slamming in your face was the last straw. Lloyd wouldn’t get away with this any longer. You could see what he was trying to do, and if you had any say, you’d make sure it failed. You were going to be the winner of the little mind game he was playing.

To be honest, by this point, Lloyd had given up, thinking you’d never break. You were just too sweet, a true Saint. Treating you like this had just become habit, which is why he was almost confused when he heard muttering on the other side of his door.

You had taken the magnetic clip out of your hair and maneuvered it against the hotel key card reader until it unlocked. The door flew open and your eyes landed on Lloyd, stomping towards him and pinning him with his back against the nearest wall.

He looked down at you, face unreadable beside his eyes being slightly wider than usual.

“Why are you being like this!? What did I do!?” You gritted out, your tone threatening.

Lloyd didn’t say anything, only the corner of his mouth twitched upwards.

“Tell. Me.” You slammed your hands against the wall, arms framing his head as you looked up into his eyes, your stomach pressed against his cock that was growing rock hard.

“Am I going to have to pull it out of you? Suck it out of you, myself?” Lloyd found himself at a loss for words for once. All he could do was part his lips slightly and give a small nod like he always did.

You began to unbuckle the belt of his ridiculously expensive pants, shoving them down just enough that you could see the hard-on pressing against his boxer briefs.

“Huh? Is that what you want? That what you need, Pumpkin?” You spat back at him, mocking his previous words.

His brain was finally beginning to catch up with the situation as he nodded down to you and you got on your knees.

“Yeah, do it. I know you want to. Suck me off.”

You didn’t need much more prompting, fueled by rage and control. You pulled down his underwear, his dick springing free.

You gave him no time to prepare, immediately licking from the base of his length to the tip before fully taking him into your mouth. Your mouth was stretching to accommodate his girth, but it was nothing for you in the lust of the moment. You set a vigorous pace, Lloyd’s head thrown back against the wall as he moaned loudly.

He pulled his head forward as his abs tensed, already close with the debauchery of the situation. He tangled his ringed fingers in your hair, helping to guide you along his length.

“That’s it. Keep going. Not such a Saint, are you?”

You hummed against his length in response, saliva dripping down your chin and his balls that you were lightly tugging in you hand. The other hand had its nails dug into his thigh, causing a slight sting that heightened the pleasure for Lloyd.

Before he knew it, he was coming down your throat. You pulled away as you swallowed his salty release, looking up at him and wiping off your face before standing up.

You caught his gaze again and Lloyd looked at you with bewilderment mixed with his post-orgasmic haze.

“Well that was a surprise.” He said between heavy breaths, pulling up his underwear and pants, buckling his belt again. Oh, he had no idea the tactics you had in store for him.

Your hands pressed against his abs in his knitted shirt. One stayed there as the other traced up his firm pec, past his collar and found purchase around his neck, lightly squeezing.

“So are you finally going to tell me what’s going on in the head behind that ridiculous mustache?”

Bonus A/N: Um… I don’t really know what happened. I think I blacked out.

#ST’s 100 follower truth or dare game #100 follower truth or dare game #truth or dare #dare #lloyd Hansen #lloyd Hansen x reader #lloyd Hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #the gray man #Chris Evans #st answers

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enretrogue · 1 year ago

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𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

THE GRAY MAN

SIERRA SIX/COURT GENTRY

Kiss Me. Right Here. Right Now. — @lloydsbitch

Kinktober Day 1: Floor Sex — @someplace-darker

Vacation Sex w/ Six — @charnelhouse

The Babysitter — @runa-falls

Cozy — @sierrasixed

Bullet For You — @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

LLOYD HANSEN

His One Weakness — @secretswiftymarvelfan

Rainbow Baby Drabble — @imaginedreamwrite

Boring, Boring, Boring ⎢ Pt. 2 — @rustytricycle

In My Memories You Sleep — @shotgunbunny

Don’t You Shiver — @the-iceni-bitch

Untitled Drabble — @rogerswifesblog

Yours To Ruin — @rosedpetal

Hatred — @ichorai

Shopping w/ Lloyd — @universitypenguin

Be Aware Of Your Surroundings (+Andy Barber) — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

Deception Isn’t Sexy — @shotgunbunny .☘︎ ݁˖

Only You — @dungeonpuppykai

Everything For You Sunshine — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

The Trip — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

It’s You And Me Forever — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

Little Slut — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

My Best Friend’s Dad Is The One For Me — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

Wedding Crasher — @imyourbratzdoll

Code Red — @kthynes

Husband For Hire ⎢ Pt. 2 ⎢ Pt. 3 — @kthynes

Lloyd Hansen x Wife!Reader — @imyourbratzdoll

Funeral Planning — @xcaptain-winterx

Your Tears Are Delicious ⎢ Pt. 2 — @rustytricycle

Distract Me — @jomaskins

You Showed Me Colors You Know I Can’t See With Anyone Else — @hiscalamitouslove

Imagine… Waking Up To The Love Of Your Life — @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Got A Jealous Bone — @the-iceni-bitch

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Lloyd + Six Fighting Over Reader — @writing-wh0re

Precious Weapon ⎢ 2 ⎢ Midnight Confessions — @arrieebooks

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evansbby · 2 years ago

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➳❥ 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dark!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, dubcon, noncon, dark, minors dni, daddy kink, age gap - reader is early 20s, Lloyd is late 30s, coercion, dark Lloyd taking advantage of super innocent reader, like seriously reader is very innocent, corruption kink, babying, extreme dumbification, dd/lg undertones, mention of gun, use of gun in sexual context, choking, spitting, kidnapping, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, blood mention, killing mention, manipulation, gaslighting

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Lloyd promises to let you go, but he demands a depraved repayment. (In other words: Lloyd pops your cherry).

𝐀/𝐍: This is really fucking depraved. Please, please be warned.

“My dad’s gonna come for me!” You burst out tearfully, tiny fists clenching at your sides and nails digging into your palms, “H-He loves me! And… And I’m not scared of you!”

Lloyd yawns, “Honey, this whole heroic act was cute two days ago. But now you’re just boring me.”

“N-Not acting!” You lie, jutting your chin up and hoping he can’t see how your hands shake and lower lip wobbles. Your dad had always taught you to be brave in the face of evil. And the man sat in front of you, with his neatly trimmed moustache and perfectly styled hair; his elegant white pants and tight black turtleneck that showed off every ridge of muscle on his body…

This man was definitely the face of evil.

“As I said, boring.” Lloyd practically sing-songs, crossing one leg over the other, his blue eyes gazing at you from where you sit on the bed with the pink satin sheets. “Why don’t you try a different schtick, sunshine? Maybe be a bit bratty? Gimme a reason to rough you up a bit before I send the videos to your father?”

Brows knotting together in confusion, a pout forms on your lips, “What videos?”

Lloyd can’t help his gleeful smile, “You’ll see.”

He gets up from the gilded armchair that he usually sits on when he comes to ‘visit’ you, making his way over to the four-poster princess bed where you sit cross-legged. The whole room that he’s put you in is soft, pink hues with gold accents – admittedly the prettiest room you’ve ever lived in. You’re thankful Lloyd didn’t throw you into a dark, scary basement when he kidnapped you – but that doesn’t mean you don’t want to leave.

Dad’s gonna come for me, you assure yourself.

But right now, it’s just Lloyd (and the guards stationed outside your room). Your captor casually walks towards you, twirling his gun in his hand in a way that makes you cringe in fear. He smirks when you exhale sharply, your eyes widening when the brunet takes a seat next to you on the pretty satin sheets.

“Why, honey. You’re hurting my feelings – I thought you said you weren’t scared of me.”

You swallow harshly, “N-Not scared!”

“Then why are you shuffling away from me like a kicked puppy?” Lloyd licks his lips, suddenly grabbing your calf and dragging you over to him. He’s so much bigger than you, so much stronger too – with those muscles that bulge out of the tight shirts he wears. You squeal in pure fear as places you neatly on his lap, arms encircling around you.

“Shhh, baby. Just shut that pretty mouth up for me, okay? I need to tell you something.”

Immediately, you clamp your mouth shut, sitting rigid against him while he strokes your hair. You’d never tell him this – but he’s the scariest man you’ve ever met. In the two days that you’ve known him – from when he stole into your bedroom in the dead of the night and took you up until now – you’ve seen many different sides of him. He can go from soft to insane in two seconds flat, and you’ve even seen him kill people.

“M-My dad said we shouldn’t play with guns.” You can’t help but point out when you see Lloyd continuously twirling his loaded gun with his fingers. And he’s doing it so dangerously close to you, as if he doesn’t care at all if he accidentally hits the trigger.

Lloyd snorts, “That’s because your dad’s too busy playing with his tiny dick, sunshine.”

You gasp at his crassness, and the older man can’t help but laugh at the expression on your face.

“God, you’re a little airhead, aren’t you? Makes me almost sad about what I’m gonna say next.”

Ears perking up at his words, you shuffle around on his lap until you’re facing him, blinking up at him shyly and waiting for him to speak.

“I’ve decided I’m going to let you go.”

Elation fills your trusting heart, and you bounce up and down in his lap in excitement, not noticing the way he suppresses a growl and steadies you with his large hands on your hips. “Really? Oh, Mr. Hansen, thank you!”

“Yes, sunshine. Thank me indeed. Turns out your father’s useless, and by extension, that makes you useless. And do you know what I do with useless people, baby?”

Eyes wide as saucers, you shake your head.

“I kill them.”

You’re suddenly hyper-aware of the loaded gun in his hand, the one he so callously plays with all the time. Blood running cold, you gulp up at him, “B-B-But…”

“Shhh, baby.” He presses his finger against your lips. “You didn’t let me finish. I’m feeling nice today, honey. So instead of killing you, I’m going to let you go. Isn’t that nice of me?”

He’s giving you whiplash with his words, but you nod quickly, “Y-Yeah! My mom says to always see the good in people, so I think you’re being really nice, Mr. Hansen. Thank you! When do I get to leave?”

Lloyd almost moans out loud at your innocence, digging his boner up into your ass while you blink up at him, so deliciously unaware of his intentions.

“Now sunshine, don’t get too ahead of yourself.” Lloyd clicks his tongue, finger tracing shapes on your bare thigh – you’re still in your little pink nightie that you were wearing when he kidnapped you. “I’m doing you a huge favour here. In fact, I’ve done a lot of favours for you in the past two days, wouldn’t you say so?”

“Huh?”

“Aw, you’re a dumb little baby, aren’t you?” He chucks you under the chin, loving how goddamn innocent you look, how your perfect little lips form the shape of an ‘o’, how you look like you’re hanging on to his every word, “I kept you in this pretty room instead of the scary basement, I gave you food and a soft princess bed to sleep in, didn’t I?” He pinches the flesh of your thigh when you don’t reply, “Didn’t I?”

“Ow– Yes! Yes, you did!” You cry out.

“So then it’s only fair that you repay me before I let you go.” Lloyd is vary casual with his words, making it sound like this repayment is so painfully obvious. He’s playing with the strap of your nightie now, pushing the silky strap down your bare shoulder and making you shiver.

“I… I guess so.” You’re confused, but your dad has told you in the past that if someone does something nice for you, then it’s always a good idea to repay them for their kindness. And although you’ve seen Lloyd scream at the guards and his other men (as well as maybe shoot a few people), he’s never really been mean to you. You sit up straight, nodding your head as you feel a bit more confident. In fact, you’re sure your dad would be proud of you for how you’re negotiating like an adult right now, “Okay, Mr. Hansen. What kind of repayment would you like?”

The corner of Lloyd’s mouth curls up, his large hands rubbing up and down your arms in a way that has you feeling kind of light-headed and warm, “Call me daddy, sunshine.”

“What? But you’re not my dad!” You giggle softly, not understanding why you’ve suddenly got this throbbing feeling between your legs. And it only seems to increase when his hand slips down, now casually playing with the lacey hem of your nightie.

“But I took care of you, kept a roof over your head these past two days, and also kept you fed, didn’t I? That means I’m your daddy.” Lloyd says it slowly, as if he’s speaking to a toddler.

You mull over his words, “I guess that makes sense…”

The brunet runs a hand over his perfectly styled hair, trying not to get too excited over the fact that he really has lucked the fuck out, a sweet-looking broad with a head as empty as yours sitting pretty in his lap, believing every single word that comes out of his mouth. It’s almost too good to be true.

“It makes perfect sense, cupcake. You’re just a dumb baby, so maybe things aren’t so clear in your head. But a man who takes care of his girl is known as daddy. So, you better call me that from now on.” He trails the muzzle of his gun against your bare skin with an air of indifference that makes you whimper softly.

“O-Okay, daddy.”

Lloyd almost moans out loud when he hears you say it, his pants now uncomfortably tight and he wonders just how much of an airhead you are to not notice his hard fucking dick right underneath your ass.

“Now honey, I want you to listen carefully to what I say next. Because this is how you’re gonna repay me before I let you go.”

He takes your hand; your tiny, dainty little hand, and squarely presses it down on his hard crotch. And it’s almost music to his ears when you gasp, snatching your hand back in record time.

“I can’t touch you there! That’s your… thing!”

“Oh princess, you’re allowed to touch your daddy’s cock. It’s only natural.” There’s something about the lull in Lloyd’s tone, this soft, velveteen quality of his voice, that makes you want to listen to him. Plus, your curiosity gets the best of you, because you’ve never touched a man’s thing before… Slowly, you replace your hand on his crotch, gasping when he thrusts up into your palm.

“Daddy, why is it so hard?”

Lloyd’s played with dumb little girls like you before – so none of this is new to him. But it’s also safe to say that none of those other girls were quite as innocent and lovely as you, with your wide eyes and open mouth, gaping down at his dick as if it’s about to come alive and eat you.

“Honey, this is where your repayment comes in.” He grabs your hand once more, making you stroke his clothed dick slowly, “Daddy’s cock is sick, that’s why it’s so hard. And only you can help me fix it and make it soft again.”

“Only me?” You echo prettily, looking scared and honoured at the same time.

“Yes, sunshine. Despite the fact that you’re dumber than a brick, it has to be you.” With one hand holding yours and making you stroke him, he uses his other hand to brush your hair out of your face, being all deliberately tender till you’re looking up at him with shining eyes, “My dick’s so hard that it’s causing me pain. And you don’t want your daddy to be in pain, do you? Specially when I kept you so safe and comfortable during your stay with me?”

Again, you mull over his words. Lloyd could have thrown you in the basement or one of his torture chambers where he took the other bad guys (you’d heard the guards talking about it once). But no, he’d kept you in this pretty pink bedroom with the soft satin bed and fuzzy carpet. Lloyd was nice, so it wasn’t fair that he was in pain.

You nod slowly, “Okay, daddy. I’ll help you with your pain.” And then you pout, “But I don’t know how!”

He repositions you in his lap so that you’re straddling him, your knees on either side of him and the hem of your nightie running high, your pantie-covered crotch flush against his, making heat rise to your cheeks. You’ve never been in such an intimate position with a man before. But Lloyd is your daddy, and he’s a nice man and he’s going to let you go, so you will yourself not to be scared.

He cocks his gun, pointing the muzzle of it right between your breasts where the neckline of your nightie dips. You inhale sharply as he leisurely trails it down, leaving goosebumps in your wake as you feel the weapon slide down your body. All the way down to between your legs – the source of all the throbbing – and he presses his gun against your private place, making you jolt with a surprising thrill that courses through your veins.

“Do you know what this is called, sunshine?” He asks softly.

You gulp – of course you know! You’re a big girl, after all. “Y-Yeah, daddy. That’s my vagina. But I’m not allowed to have anyone touch me there. My dad said he’d kill whoever even tried.”

“Cupcake, your dad’s a fuckin’ tool.” Lloyd flexes his arm suddenly, pressing his gun against your core and you convulse from the contact. “Now, little girls like you can’t use the word vagina. That’s an adult word. Babies like you need to say princess parts, got it?”

Princess parts. That sounded pretty, and you’ve been living in this pink princess room with a princess bed and princess sheets, so it only makes sense; so you nod in agreement.

“Princess parts.” You say softly, liking how it rolls off your tongue, “I like that, daddy.”

“Of course, you do, sweet sunshine.” Lloyd smirks, gun still cocked between your legs while his other hand slips behind you, unzipping your nightie slowly. “Now, do your little princess parts ever get creamy, baby?”

Creamy? You widen your eyes in alarm – how could he possibly know?! Gulping, your hand freezes on top of his clothed dick and you bite your lip, ducking your head down in shame.

“I… I do get wet down there sometimes.” You confess, because Lloyd said he’s your daddy and surely, he won’t tell anyone. “But it’s not pee, I swear it’s not, daddy!”

Lloyd licks his lips like he’s the big bad wolf; and honestly, he might as well be with how he plans to take advantage of your innocence. Having unzipped your nightie all the way down, he lifts your straps and slips them down your arms. You’re too mortified over how he knows about your princess parts getting wet that you don’t even notice him doing it.

“Tell me how you got wet.” He orders you simply, a look of almost unrestrained lust on his face, “And you better tell me the truth, or else I’ll change my mind about letting you go.”

You squirm, “Well… Please don’t tell anyone, but once I was watching this movie on TV, and it had a…uh… a scene in it. A dirty scene.” Scrunching your eyes shut, you can’t help but replay the scene in your mind, the actor so handsome and ripped – although not even close to as handsome and ripped as Lloyd is. “And I know I should’ve turned it off, but I was curious.”

Lloyd’s thumb brushes against your bare nipple, dick so unimaginably hard underneath you at your innocent story, and also because he’s now got you topless on top of him and you haven’t even noticed. God, you’re so fucking dumb and it makes him so fucking hard.

“Th-Then I had this strong urge to go pee, but when I got up, there was a wet spot on the couch. And my p-panties were all wet too!” You lament, and you can’t help but bury your face in Lloyd’s strong and sturdy shoulder, embarrassed because a man as sophisticated as him shouldn’t have had to hear such a stupid, shameful story.

“Oh, honey,” Lloyd coos, humping up against you because he knows you’re too distraught to notice. “You’re such a dumb little baby, not even recognising your own princess cream.”

You hiccup, blinking up at him with huge doe eyes, “P-Princess cream?”

“Yes, sunshine. Princess cream. Babies like you get all wet and drippy down there with princess cream, and you’re meant to gift this cream to your daddies to make them feel better. Everyone knows that.”

You nod, finally understanding him, “Is that how your… thing… is gonna feel better? With my cream?”

Lloyd taps your cheek condescendingly, “Guess your head’s not completely empty after all.”

And that’s how you find yourself lying down on your princess bed, the satin sheets so soft underneath you as a man almost double your age hovers over you, taking your nightie off and leaving you clad in only your little pink panties.

“You know, sunshine, after you’re done helping daddy here, we can go into my room. I’ve got a huge TV, and we can watch all the dirty movies your little heart desires.” Lloyd is feeling nice after your little confession. Not so nice as to not take advantage of you, but nice enough.

“Okay, daddy, that sounds– Hey! Aren’t you gonna take me home after this?”

Lloyd chuckles, choosing to ignore you as he surveys your almost nude body, how it quivers so prettily. Rolling your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he then brings your hand over to his pants once more, “Unzip me, baby. Daddy’s dick’s hurting a lot.”

You take a deep breath, not knowing where this is going but knowing that you want to help your daddy because he’s going to let you go after this and you’re so super thankful for that. Fingers shakily taking hold of his zipper, you undo his fly with baited breath and a thumping heart.

Lloyd’s eyes are so dark, it looks like he’s about to eat you up. “Take it out, baby. Take daddy’s dick out.”

Biting your lip in concentration, you think about when you’re in pain. Like the time you tripped and fell down the stairs when you were younger. You’d twisted your ankle and it had hurt a lot. It’s sad to think that Lloyd is hurting like that now, and you’d help just about anyone to stop them from hurting.

Your eyes widen when you pull his cock out, because your fingers don’t even fully wrap around it. He’s thick like a soda can, and long too. And so, so hard. Angry and red looking, with veins running down the side. You wonder if all men are as big as he is, or if he’s special.

“So… So big, daddy.”

Lloyd can’t help but stroke your cheek, “Take your panties off, sweetie. Can you do that for me?”

He sounds so soft and nice, voice so beguiling that you don’t think twice in obeying. But maybe it’s because you’re so distracted by the darkness in his eyes, by his handsome face so close to you, by his dick that scares you every time you sneak a glance at it… But you’re slow in tugging your panties down, and Lloyd taps you harshly on the cheek.

“Faster, you dumb fucking baby. Unless you want me to hurt you.” He gestures towards his gun which rests on the satin bedsheet next to you. You don’t understand why he’s kept it so close – it’s so scary and you hate it, but the threat works. Tugging your panties off, you go to hand them to him but he shakes his head.

“No, baby. Wrap your pretty panties around your hand and then hold my dick.”

His instructions are clear, but you still look up at him dumbly, “H-Huh?”

Lloyd rolls his eyes, patience running thin. All he really wants to do is shove his dick up your virgin pussy but he knows half the fun is building up to it. “It’ll help with the pain, sweetie. You wouldn’t understand because you’re too dumb. But don’t fucking question your daddy again.”

The satin of your panties and your soft, hesitant fingers feel like heaven around Lloyd’s dick. His own calloused hand grabs onto yours, moving your palm up and down on his big dick until you get the hang of it and don’t need his help anymore. And fuck, he doesn’t know where to look now because your tiny hand on his fat dick makes him want to bust a nut, but the look of determination on your face gets him going too.

“Is your pain getting better, daddy?”

He grunts, “Slightly, baby. But the real pain relief is inside your princess parts.” Licking his lips, he gives his next order: “Spread your legs, dumb baby. Wider. Wider, I said.”

You yelp when he slaps your inner thigh hard, pussy glistening and on display for him as you spread your legs as wide as they’ll go. And now it’s like Lloyd can’t restrain himself – how can he when there’s a five-course fucking meal about two inches away from him? All quivering and wet and untouched?

Quickly, he shoves your hand and panties off his dick, replacing it with his own as he brings his dick up to your wet folds. And you suck in a breath when his tip glides against your slit, up and down, making shivers run up and down your lower body, and you jolt upwards to create more friction.

“Ah– daddy, that feels funny!”

Lloyd’s no longer in the mood to humour you, it’s like he’s reached his quota of niceness for the day and now he just wants to get his fucking dick wet with virgin pussy. The thought makes him salivate – he hasn’t had a virgin since his days at Harvard, and never one as sweet and naïve as you.

“Shut up,” He breathes, leaning down till his chest is flush against your breasts, one hand easily trapping both your wrists above your head. He aims the tip of his dick against your clit, nudging the sensitive bundle of nerves and loving how you gasp. God, virgins were just too easily excitable.

“Oh, daddy! D-Do that again, maybe?”

That makes Lloyd bark out a laugh. “Naughty baby, you’re meant to be helping daddy out, not giving me demands.”

You hang your head in shame, “S-Sorry, daddy. I just can’t h-help it sometimes! My princess parts feel so tingly. J-Just wanna touch more– ah!” Something feral takes over you, and you reach down to grab his dick, positioning it in front of your leaking hole as if you really can’t help yourself.

Lloyd almost busts a nut right then and there, but he has enough willpower to smack your hand away, laughing when you pout and begin to cry.

“Don’t know what’s happening to me, daddy! Wanna feel you more! Feels like I’ll die if I don’t!”

He loves how prettily you cry, how you want to say you’re turned on but you can’t find the words to explain how you’re feeling. The tears welling in your eyes make him even harder and your soft cries are music to his ears.

“You ready to end daddy’s pain now, sunshine?” He asks you, leaning over you and a strand of his perfectly styled hair breaks free, brushing against your forehead. And oh my gosh, if he isn’t the most handsome man you’ve seen in the whole world! Like the heroes in the movies, or in those romance novels your mother is always reading.

“I’m ready, daddy!” You confirm, unknowingly bucking your hips upwards to meet his hard dick. But when he pushes his dick inside your hole, you gasp and push at his chest almost immediately. “D-Daddy, this is… this is sex. We’re gonna have sex?”

Lloyd really can’t believe how dumb you truly are, he gazes at you incredulously, and you bite your lip again.

“You said you would help me, sunshine. You can’t go back on your word now.”

“I’m not! I’m not!” You swear, “It’s just… I’m not supposed to have sex until I’m married. But I really want to, daddy. I wanna help you and I wanna have sex with you – I just don’t want my parents to be mad!”

Lloyd’s bored now. In fact, he’d grown bored a good five minutes ago. Maybe he could tell the guards outside to get him some ductape so he can shut your fucking mouth once and for all while he has his way with you. Or he could drug you. But then he wouldn’t be able to hear your pretty gasps and cries when he finally pops your cherry.

Decisions, decisions.

“Look, honey. I’m gonna fuck you now – whether you like it or not.” Lloyd gets straight to the point, “So unless it’s to moan and beg for my dick, I’d suggest you shut your fucking mouth.”

You pout – why is he being so mean? Isn’t Lloyd meant to be nice and caring like how he said all daddies are? You decide it’s probably because he’s in pain. Oh! His pain! You’d completely forgotten that you were doing this to help ease his pain, and you mentally kick yourself for being so selfish.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” You say pitifully, but Lloyd’s too busy fondling your breasts, leaning down to lick around your nipple before taking the hard nub into his mouth and giving it a noisy suck. And the simple action has you squealing in pleasure and excitement before he stops and gives you a wolfish grin.

“Okay, sunshine. I’m in a good mood so we’ll take this nice and slow, okay?” You nod happily and he continues, “I want you to count up till five. Can you do that, honey? Can your little baby brain count up till five?”

“Y-Yes.” You squeak, “One, two, thr– OW, OH MY, AH, AH, AH! DADDY!”

Lloyd doesn’t give a shit if he’s being cruel, but he’s not about to ease his dick into you when your drippy, tight cunt is right there in front of him. Which is why, in one hard and unforgiving thrust, his pistons his fat dick into your virgin pussy, ignoring the tightness that tries to squeeze him back out.

“God fucking damn,” He grunts, because your tight walls are squeezing him like a vice, “Goddamn this fucking baby cunt, fuck!”

And you’re crying and crying, chest heaving and limbs flailing at the intrusion. He’s so big, so, so, so big. How has he managed to fit inside of you? It’s the worst pain imaginable – and it’s indescribable how full you feel. So full of Lloyd’s girthy, fat dick – the only dick you’ve seen, the only dick that’s ever been inside of you.

“Hurts!” You cry, “Hurts so bad!”

Lloyd couldn’t give less of a shit if it hurts for you – because it feels fucking amazing for him. But seeing your eyes scrunched shut and tears dripping down your cheeks, he can’t help but lick up your face, gathering the salty tears on his tongue and groaning with pleasure as he bottoms out inside of you.

“Open those eyes, sunshine.” He says softly against your lips, “Open those eyes and cry harder for me. Like a fuckin’ baby. Daddy loves that shit.”

“Y-You said… You said…” You choke back tears, tiny hands gripping at his bulging biceps, and Lloyd can’t help but laugh at your broken voice, “You said to count till f-five!”

“I did? Oh, sunshine, I guess I lied.” Lloyd’s barely even paying attention to you, his gaze shifting down to where you two meet. He pulls his dick out of you slowly, savouring your tightness and moaning internally when he sees his dick coated in your cream and your virgin blood. Fuck, if that ain’t the prettiest thing he’s ever seen…

“Not nice!” You sob harder, bracing yourself when he pushes back into you. And it hurts all over again, you just can’t wrap your head around how big he is, “Ah, why are you be-being so mean?”

Lloyd doesn’t bother answering your dumb question, instead grinding his hips down before pulling out and slamming back in. Grabbing your thigh, he pins it above his shoulder, giving himself a better angle to fuck you. And he thanks his lucky stars that he didn’t use a condom, because fucking your baby cunt bare is nothing short of heavenly.

And he’s not completely opposed to the idea of knocking you up either.

“My dumb little baby,” Lloyd coos, cupping your face in his hands, “How does it feel to finally get fucked? I bet your old dad would be so proud of you, huh? Fucking his worst enemy because you think I’m gonna let you go after this.”

You shake your head, focusing on Lloyd’s navy eyes that are both so beautiful and so cruel. His pale skin smattered with scars from old battles, his strong, bumped nose and full pink lips. His moustache that tickles your face when he leans down over you.

“Daddy,” you cry out softly, dull thrill rippling throughout your body as he continues to thrust into you, the tip of his dick hitting a certain part inside you that has you gasping with pleasure. “Oh, daddy, still hurts but… f-feels all tingly again!”

“I’ll bet it fucking does,” He growls, picking up his pace and going into full jackhammer mode, wanting to see your cunt all messy and ruined, suddenly wanting to wreck you and ruin you for anyone else. Not that there was going to be anyone else getting between your legs. “Baby, say this is daddy’s pussy.”

“Th-This is daddy’s pussy!” You cry, all thoughts quickly leaving your mind except for Lloyd – his arms, his body, his dick, him. “Nngh, ugh! Daddy!”

There’s this pressure building up inside your lower belly, and every time his dick hits that spot inside you, the pressure mounts up further. You gasp when Lloyd forces your mouth open, spitting on your panting tongue and smirking when you look up at him in fear mixed with lust, his saliva sitting pretty inside your mouth.

“Swallow it.”

You do as he orders you, completely submissive and slowly going dumb for him. God, it’s the prettiest sight in the world, you being so docile even when he’s fucking you so roughly despite it being your first time.

“Tell me you love my spit. Ask daddy to spit in your mouth again.” Lloyd grunts out over the lewd sound of his balls slapping against you with each hard thrust.

“L-Love your spit, please spit in my mouth again, daddy!” You beg him, and God, you sound so needy. Lloyd reaches out to pat your cheek, loving when your head lolls to the side. You’re gone. Fucked completely dumb and he’s barely even started.

Using his thumb and forefinger to pry your drooling mouth open, he once again spits, and then again. The first lands straight in your mouth again and you swallow like an obedient baby. The next glob of saliva lands on your cheek, and God, you look so messy. So messy and slutty yet innocent at the same time. Fuck. Lloyd wants to devour you.

Hand slipping down, he swats your ass once, twice, three times. The harsh smacking jolts you back into reality, and now you’re screaming in earnest. Your little princess bed is rickety underneath you, the headboard banging noisily against the wall as Lloyd fucks the living daylights out of you. Your pleasure is building up with each slam of his dick, his tip hitting your cervix and making you cry out his name needily.

“Yes, baby, give daddy your cream,” Lloyd finds himself coaxing you, his fingers wrapping around your pretty little throat and loving how you squeeze around his dick when he does that, “Mm, you’re a fuckin’ depraved little baby, aren’t you? You like it when daddy chokes you, huh?”

You let out incoherent gurgles and pleas, humping upwards to meet his thrusts as your eyes slowly begin to roll to the back of your head. “L-Like it, daddy! Don’t know – ah – don’t know why, but I like it – OOH, DADDY! FEELS TINGLY, FEELS SO – AH!”

Lloyd loves the look of pure bliss and confusion on your face when you clench around him and give him your first ever orgasm. He really loves the power trip that comes with the fact that he’s given you your first ever feeling of such intense pleasure, and you’ve squirted around his dick. He pins your hips down as your limbs flail uncontrollably, fresh tears in your eyes and moaning like a broken record player: “oh, daddy, daddy, daddy!”

“God, so fuckin’ tight, sweet baby,” Lloyd hisses, feeling his balls tighten, “Squeezing daddy so good, aren’t you? God, I love your fuckin’ baby cunt and how it swallows daddy’s fat dick. Little fuckin’ virgin cunt all messy and ruined, fuck! Make a mess on my dick, you little cry baby. Fuck!”

One hand gripping his bicep and the other fisting the pink satin sheets underneath you, you come undone in what is the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve ever had. It’s also the only orgasm you’ve ever had, and you scream so loud, his name on the tip of your tongue, “Oh, daddy! Oh my God, oh my God, OH MY GOD!”

“Not God, you dumb baby, just me.” Lloyd slaps your breast before squeezing it hard. With an almighty grunt, he releases inside of you. Filling you with his hot, searing cum, ropes and ropes of it, so thick and making you feel so full. You feel it inside your very depths, claiming you, making his mark on your body.

With a shudder, he collapses on top of your weak body, and you’re so frail and spent, breathing hard and eyes glassy like you’re about to pass out. You can’t even form a single thought, all you can feel is your body shaking from the remnants of your powerful orgasm, and Lloyd’s cum which doesn’t even fit inside you, dripping out lewdly from your used fuckholes and onto your princess sheets.

“My baby, all mine,” Lloyd croons, kissing up your neck and pecking your lips, “Can’t believe how easy it was to pop your cherry.”

You blink, completely dazed and unable to form any words, just gaping up at him and trying your hardest not to black out. His sweet kisses trail up your cheek, gathering your tears along the way.

“And you know the best part, sunshine?” Your captor sings, cupping your cheek with his calloused hand, “I’m never letting you go. And guess what? Your douche of a dad is downstairs. In fact, you can say hi to him because the camera’s right there.” Lloyd twists his body slightly and points up at the red light above the dresser.

You feel your blood run cold, but you’re still too fucked out to form a sentence, “Wh-What–”

“He’s been watching us, baby.” Lloyd says proudly, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger and making you forcibly look at the camera, “Bet you didn’t think your first time would be livestreamed, did you, sunshine? Bet your dad sang like a canary once he saw his worst enemy fucking his daughter while he sits downstairs, handcuffed to a chair and completely helpless.”

Tears stream down your cheeks, but your legs are still shaking from your orgasm, and you don’t have the energy to push him off you, “H-How could you?” You cringe away from the damning red light of the camera.

“Because I can.” Lloyd answers simply, “But don’t worry, baby. It wasn’t all business. Your tight little baby cunt is something I could get used to. I think I’m gonna keep you, once I’ve questioned your dad and gotten rid of him, of course.”

He covers your face in kisses, his moustache scratching your sensitive, tear-stained cheeks as you lie underneath him, stoic and shocked.

“What do you say, sunshine? Ready to be your new daddy’s little girl?”

THE END! What do you guys think? I wrote this all today because I was rewatching some The Gray Man scenes and got super inspired! Please, please, please, feedback is so important so do tell me what you think! Please share with anyone you think might enjoy this, and any Lloyd enthusiasts! Reblogs means the world to writers, so please reblog and share! THANK YOU! ILY!

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 2 years ago

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Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob, degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3

No one loves you more than I do

Not your dipshit boyfriend,

Not your dad,

It’s always going to be me Sunshine.

It felt like you’d been staring at the laptop screen for hours, -was this a dream?-

Ripping your eyes away from the computer you counted your fingers, no extra limbs and you just read an email so it definitely wasn’t a dream, you’d give anything for this to be a dream. Your whole body felt numb, breathing became harder and you were sweating from places you didn’t even know existed… somehow you knew this is exactly what he wanted.

You hadn’t wished for the death of your parents since middle school, but right now you wanted the earth to swallow them whole, you prayed for an alien ship to abduct them, you wished you were adopted, pissed wouldn’t cover half of what you felt.

They invited Lloyd fucking Hansen to your wedding without even telling you, the urge to scream was so strong when you got his RSVP this morning, Simon almost took you to the hospital because of how pale you got.

It took 2 aspirin, one cold shower, and a nap to even get you to talk to Simon, you hated this, you were finally in a good place, you felt safe, your life made sense and now you were trapped in your mind, figuring out ways to escape this reality and avoid dealing with this problem.

“I don’t understand what’s the issue here, didn’t you say he’s a friend of the family?”, Simon asked as he rubbed your back for comfort, “we have space for one more person, and he clearly wants to be part of our happy day”, Gods… if only he knew Lloyd was so much more. Lifting your forehead from the table you feign a small smile “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a douche” you scoff, avoiding your fiancé’s eyes. Simon smiled at the red mark on your forehead but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you weren’t telling him.

For the last few years Simon could read you like a book, he always knew if you needed anything and with one look he knew how you felt. You let him see you, you knew you could be vulnerable with him, but it wasn’t always like that, you’d been together since high school on and off, and for years he knew you were holding back, he understood it was hard for you to open up, but he tried too hard, pushed too hard, that almost broke the two of you, especially in college, but your relationship survived it; This moment felt like a step back… Maybe it was wedding jitters or something else, but in his gut, Simon knew your relationship was in danger.

You knew Simon could see you were troubled, and right now you didn’t have the mind or patience to reassure him so you got up and wrapped your arms around his middle, head resting on his chest, taking a deep breath you tried to put Lloyd in a box and put him away but he refused to go, you couldn’t get him out of your head, the things he once upon a time whispered in your ear while your parents slept in the next room rang in your ears.

“Love comes with hunger”

“And I’m insatiable baby”

Two years ago you cut him out of your life and didn’t look back, now… somehow the bastard managed to sneak back in, but you’d fight like hell to keep him out of your heart.

Leaning back on the leather chair Lloyd sat still, one hand holding his neat scotch, and with the other he admired a polaroid. He always wore this cocky grin that made you wanna punch his mustache right off his face, surprisingly, this time he had a serious look on his face but if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a genuine smile.

Wrapped in a pink robe, fresh out of the shower you silently walked up to him and placed yourself in his lap, he put down his drink and his hand went under your robe, resting on your hip, caressing your warm skin.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that handsome?”, once you get a look at the polaroid you shoot him a deadpan look, “what’s the matter cupcake?” he teased as he smacked your thigh, “You fucking pervert” you whispered, trying to hide the amusement in your voice, “I thought you were looking at a nice picture”, his face remained the same as he kept staring at it, “It is nice” he smirked, “You look beautiful… taking me so well, taking what’s yours”. His words and the way he kept staring at the picture made your skin heat up and your stomach full of butterflies.

Hand smoothing out his chest, you kissed his cheek “you better not keep that in your wallet”, once it reached his neck you gripped just hard enough to get his attention, “why not? I need to have my girl with me at all times” he feigned a pout, not even sparing a glance at your hand wrapped around his neck, “my dad could see it” you retorted as you gently nibbed his ear.

Reveling in your touch, Lloyd just laughed “what if I want him to see it?”, frozen for a moment, before you could finish rolling your eyes, he picked you up and straddled you in his lap, hardened bulge poking your ass while his rough hands roamed your frame, punchable smirk making a comeback right on time, “show him just how easily I can turn his little girl into a desperate cock-drunk mess”.

Pulling a hiss out of him as you gripped his hair, you grinned, “you’re lucky I like you”, lazy smile on display he gets a painful hold of your chin and pulls you to him, faces only inches apart “Nah cupcake, you love me”.

“isn’t that nice sweetie?”

“Sweetie?”

“Y/N!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to your mother, who was clearly annoyed, the scary vein on her forehead looked like it was about to pop, and like muscle memory, your back immediately straightened. “I’m so sorry, you know brides… they’re always a mess right before the wedding” she conveyed with an exaggerated smile to the photographer. Swallowing down a snarky remark, you offered the photographer an apologetic smile and handed her back the sample polaroids.

Before you could reach the exit door, your mother claws your forearm as she pulls you into a corner of the shop “what is going on with you? You’ve been so distracted these last few weeks, is it… that time of the month?” she whispered, rolling your eyes, you’re about to leave but she pulls you right back, “are you having second thoughts Honey?” she whispered-screamed, which immediately made you choke on your own saliva.

After coughing like a mad woman and awkwardly letting know the people around that you were ok, you cleared your throat, “Jesus fucking christ mom I- I’m- I’m not having second thoughts, what’s wrong with you? fucking hell… I want to marry Simon ok? w-why would you even ask that?” you scoffed, examining you for any doubt or hesitation, after what felt like an eternity of silence, your mom lets your arm go, “I miss those days where you at least pretended to feel bad when you cursed in front of me” she huffed as she walked away, making you chuckle.

Something in the air felt different, as soon as you woke up you felt like your body wasn’t your own, like a bystander in your own life… but as soon as your mother and bridesmaids rushed into your room screaming and giggling the feelings slowly faded. -Today is the day, you’re fine, everything is going to be fine and you’re going to be happy- you repeated to yourself like a prayer. To be honest, you weren’t a fan of big weddings, hated to pretend you liked relatives you hadn’t talked to in years, the pressure of planning an event to please hundreds of people except yourself, the pressure of always looking graceful and beautiful for everyone and the camera, but Simon and your mother insisted on it, so you trained for this day, you wanted to do this for them… you were ready.

There were upsides to this event, for one, you had a whole team of professionals for hair and makeup and as you looked in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked… -Lloyd will die when he sees me- you grinned, stopping mid-twirl as you realized what you just thought, “fuck”.

Pinky in pinky, you and Lloyd walked in broad daylight, a rare occurrence since your relationship was a secret, but you were on a ‘girls trip’ for the weekend and he had ‘business’ out of town.

Sharing a soft serve, while you took a lick, you wondered out loud “why doesn’t it bother you that I have a boyfriend?”. With a knowing smirk he takes the cone and in one bite finishes most of the treat, making you whine “Oh my sweet dumb baby” he coos as he throws away the rest of the soft serve, wiping his hands on his jeans he wraps his arm around your waist “Because I know who you’re really in love with”, frowning, you try to talk but he tuts “you know I hate it when you interrupt me”, “It’s sweet that you think you might end up with your high school sweetheart” he chuckled “but no matter what happens, you’re mine… mine to kiss, mine to take, mine to marry”.

Swallowing down your unshed tears, you smooth out your dress and set out to look for your maid of honor Maria.

The wedding went on without a hitch, everyone remembered their roles, no drunken relatives were in sight, and before you even knew Lloyd was coming to the wedding you asked the priest to skip the part where he asked if anyone objected, you were more than happy with that decision now. What troubled you was that you didn’t see Lloyd, you couldn’t spot him on the benches… he was nowhere to be seen, so maybe he didn’t show up at all, the tiniest part of you was disappointed but you drowned that voice with champagne.

Now in the Museum where your wedding party was taking place, while everyone danced and sang, you looked for a quiet place for you to change into your party dress. After getting lost and almost giving up you noticed an office door slightly opened, shutting the door behind you, you embraced the complete silence, finally having a moment to yourself, a moment to breathe. Letting out a sigh of relief your whole body felt too heavy to carry, the urge to cry overtook you and the only thing you could do was cover your mouth to muffle your cries. Breaking your sobs, a familiar voice makes your blood run cold… “What’s got you down Pumpkin?”

Wiping your tears away you turn on the lights and find the person you least wanted and needed the most leaning against the wall with a lit cigar in his mouth, if you were feeling overwhelmed before you didn’t know what to call what you felt this moment “W-what are you doing here… y-you weren’t invited to the party” you sniffed, makeup completely ruined.

Holding his chest as if he was stabbed, he took one last drag and slowly walked up to you “now now Sunshine, is that any way to greet me?”. He carefully watched you, admired every inch that was you, and as if the past two years hadn’t happened, as if you hadn’t broken his heart… he cupped your face and wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, there was no malice in his eyes, no hurt, no anger, just longing. Finally letting out the smoke from his lips, the smell lulled you, “I always thought you looked beautiful when you cried”.

Your lip quivered and for a single moment you let yourself give into him.

His scent brought you such a comfort, it almost made you forget everything…almost, but the muffled music snapped you out of it, you remembered where you were, why you were here, and most importantly, you remembered why he wasn’t in your life anymore. Pushing him away with all of your strength, anger took over, you were mad about a lot of things but mostly at yourself for admitting that you missed him and he was the perfect punching bag.

You struck before you could even think twice, right in the face, just like Lloyd himself taught you. “Ow! That fucking hurt!!” he roared while holding his face, he looked like he was about to strangle you but he visibly forced himself not to react, you’ve seen him truly angry, blood-thirsty even, this wasn’t it. Shaking off the pain in your hand you couldn’t help but smile, watching him wipe blood from his lip brought an unbelievable thrill… you did that and damn did it feel good.

Breaking the silence, “what kind of shitty ass wedding doesn’t have an open bar, huh?” he snickered as the room filled with tension, rolling your eyes you remained still, not letting him see the true conflict inside of you, “the kind where the groom’s family has a history of alcoholism asshole”, chuckling, Lloyd once again gets as close as he possibly could, “judging by your puckered asshole and that stare I’d say you aren’t happy to see me sunshine” he said with a pout.

“Punch if the face wasn’t clear enough?” you quipped, but before you could say anything else, all words were lost as you see his hand feel the fabric of your dress, “So beautiful for another man” he muttered, hand slowly moving to your wrist, gently up your arm until reaching your bare shoulder, not ever taking his eyes off of your wedding gown. “L-Lloyd I h-ave to go back” you said, barely being able to breathe, his fingers grazed your neck and you had to bite down a whimper, “Not even out of your dress, and look how desperate you are for me” he cooed.

Shame and lust swirled inside of you, you were slowly letting him win and you were finding little reasons to stop him from kissing your neck like he was right now, mustache scratching your skin and leaving a delicious burn behind. Like magnets, your hands were drawn to his body, starting with his ridiculously thick biceps gradually moving up to his neck, grasping his hair as you felt his harsh bite before soothing the pain with his tongue “so fucking soft” he groaned in your ear, earning him a soft moan, heat pooled in your legs, adding to your wetness.

Manhandling you against the door, Lloyd eagerly pulled up the skirt of your dress while peppering kisses all over, “What are you doing? You hiccuped as you let him pick you up, reflexively wrapping your legs around his waist, holding on to his biceps, “I’m going to fuck another man’s wife” he whispered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “take back what’s mine” he growled as he ripped your dripping undergarment, you wasted no time unbuckling him and getting your hands on his raging boner.

-This is wrong- you pleaded to yourself, but he silenced that voice when he grunted your name like a prayer, rubbing him in all the right places, precum and your spit mixing, making his head fall back “I’ve spent the last two years jerking myself off at the thought of being inside of you again, I’m not waiting another second” he panted.

His throbbing tip teased your entrance, making you whine, as desperate as he was, Lloyd always loved to tease, slick dripped down your thighs and you couldn’t take it anymore, taking hold of his ass, nails digging into his skin before you could pull him, his cock plunged in, both gasping at the feeling.

“What took you so long?” you moaned, desperately clinging to him, all logic and morality gone, you needed each other, you couldn’t breathe properly without the other, it was sick… but there was no point in denying it. Your neediness seemed to spur him on and before you could adjust to his size he pulled out just to sink back in balls deep, the intrusion made you wince but you felt so full you didn’t even care.

His cock hits you slow and hard, you feel him in your guts and all you can do is moan and cry, never had Simon made you feel this good, never like Lloyd, the way he fucked you, he could make you feel worshipped and useless in a span of seconds, breath on your face, he whispered filthy nothings that made your silky walls tighten around him.

“F-fucking hell Sunshine, you’re tight and drippin’ for me” he grunted, hands bruising your thighs as he drove into you with abandon “I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again” he growled while his fat cock split you in two, Lloyd’s touch was hungry and possessive, he wanted to mark you.

While his pace quickened his thrusts remained rough, he viciously took off your veil and ruined your hairdo, pulling your head back and opening your neck to him, the pain only added to your pleasure, “look at me” he huffed, “Tell me you love me” he begged as his hand left your hair and now gripped your throat.

If you were honest with yourself, you loved it when he got like this, possessive, animalistic, hungry… bodies in sync, you tried to form words but the only thing that came out of your lips were whimpers and moans, your whole body was hot and sweaty but when he turned your gaze to his, your skin got lit on fire. At that moment you knew he would do anything to keep you, anything to be loved by you and Gods did you love him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself little girl, tell. Me. You. love. Me” he accentuated each word with a thrust, “I love you Lloyd, no one else” you cried “I love you I- don’t stop please don’t stop” you begged as your hands squeezed his arms, ”good girl” he grinned, the sound of wet slaps and your cries of pleasure filling the room. Your words almost made him lose control, so he gripped you harder and rocked into your heat like an animal in a rut.

Wet folds gripping him like a vice, you knew your release was near and so was his, “Fuck fuck fuck I’m close Lloyd, I need you”, laughing at your desperation, his hand travels down between your bodies and draws circles on your clit “If your husband could see you now cupcake” he hissed as your walls sucked him in “You know who you belong to, jus’ needed me to fuck you stupid to jog your memory didn’t you?” he moaned as he pinched your clit and with that, both of you came, soaked in each other’s juices.

Breathing heavily, covered in sweat and his now soft cock snug inside you, pure bliss was all you knew, all you breathed, all that mattered. Cupping your face he smiled “I knew you missed me just as much as I did” he murmured with that punchable smirk, “been dreamin’ about me haven’t you?”, completely flustered and vulnerable you felt the need to lie, “no I haven't”, shaking his head in amusement his eyes pierce your soul “baby… what do you think this is?”.

The sound of your own cries woke you up, opening your eyes, darkness surrounded you, the sheets were drenched in sweat “holy shit” you whisper, gently touching every part his lips marked you now realized it was all a dream… taking a look at the clock you see that it’s 4am in the morning -4 hours ‘till wedding day- you thought, longing along with sadness were your companions for the night so you grabbed a pillow to snuggle with, ignored your shame and indulged yourself to fall asleep replaying memories of him.

Hair and makeup done, you wore a pink robe as you yelled at your maid of honor aka your best friend Maria to hurry the fuck up because you had to get married in an hour and she hadn’t arrived with the dress. As soon as you hung up the doors burst open, finally, Maria arrived with the dress intact, a horde of women (your bridesmaids) took the dress to help you put it on, but before they could catch you, you grabbed Maria, pulled her to the bathroom and locked the door.

“Maybe this is a sign” you whispered, on the verge of tears “It was just a dream” Maria tried to reason, nerves all over the place you shook your head, panic making your heart beat fast “How the fuck did I let this happen? I thought I was over him!! what the fuck do I do? huh?! It can’t be a good sign that I’m getting fuckin’ dicked down in dreamland by someone who isn’t my husband… on.my.wedding.day!” you screeched, which made your mom knock on the door “is everything alright? Sweetie, you need to put on the dress now, we’re late as it is”.

“I’ll be out in a sec” you whimpered, biting your lip you grabbed Maria’s hand “I’m still in love with him” your voice cracked, “and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop”… tears threatened to ruin your makeup, breathing was becoming difficult and you felt like your brain was surrounded by fog “fuckfuckfuckfuck”, but without hesitation, Maria cupped the sides of your face and gently blew air, completely surprising you but stopping you from crying and more importantly freaking out.

“Look, I won’t pretend to understand what you two have but… you’re still in time to back out, I can get my car and we can bail, whatever you decide, you know I got your back” she winked.

Interrupting the nice moment, knocking loudly your mother shouted “Y/N if you don’t open this door right now I swear I’m gonna break it”, taking deep breaths you finally got out and followed your mother -This is what’s best for you- told yourself, Simon loved you well, his love was kind and patient, he was a good man… you knew that if you married him, your heart would be safe and no matter what you felt for Lloyd, he would never be good for you.

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The whole ceremony you couldn’t shake this feeling of dread sitting heavy on your chest, like the world was about to end and yet nothing happened. It was nice and you did your part, you gracefully smiled and cried in the right moments (for the wrong reasons) and you said I do.

You kept waiting to have this sense of joy or at least some relief or inner peace… You looked for him, in every corner of that church you looked and he was nowhere to be seen, your heart didn’t know if it should be relieved or hurt, maybe all you wanted was some closure… or maybe you were so preoccupied with everyone’s feelings that you completely forsook your own, maybe… you needed to be selfish for yourself and you just made the biggest mistake of your life.

You and Lloyd once talked about going away together for longer than a weekend, and you both agreed that a getaway to the Alps would be romantic, cold weather isn’t your favorite, but the landscape, the slow snuggly mornings, warm baths together, and sitting by the fireplace with hot drinks would be worth it. You hadn’t remembered the conversation until now as you arrived bags in arms to the hotel in Courchevel France, cursing your subconscious as you dropped your stuff.

You got it late so you were more than ready to drop dead on that gorgeous king-size bed, but Simon wanted to get some dinner so he went by himself. Dropping on the bed you closed your eyes for a few minutes but the sound of the key card being used made you sit up “Did you forget somethi-“ And there he was… standing tall and serious, and a little intimidating, his eyes never leaving yours, like a lion stalking his prey; just as handsome as the last time you saw him, he hadn’t changed.

“Beautiful place to honeymoon isn’t it?” he said as he walked around the room, “snow landscapes are so romantic… very underrated”, he neared the edge of the bed where you sat still like a deer in headlights. Finally taking deep breaths you got the courage to talk “You need to go” you timidly stated, tutting with that knowing smirk Lloyd stood in front of you and tilt your chin up, “ok… can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” he teased, but you knew he wasn’t going to leave any time soon.

He bent over and his face hovered over yours, the smell of his cologne and cigars overwhelmed you, it was such a comforting smell, nostalgia kicked in and you wanted to cry, his nose grazed your cheek and slowly moved up to your hair, practically sniffing you. Backing away he offers his hand for you to take, and without question you do, his thumb rubbed your knuckles and the simple action had you melting.

It surprised you that he wasn’t wearing his confident asshole façade, Lloyd's line of work forced him to wear masks and pretend, he was good at his job, so much that he became the job sometimes, or maybe he could always do that and his job allowed him to embrace that part of him, but at this moment his guard was down, you just saw his vulnerability, his hurt, his desperation.

One hand on your waist and the other gripping your chin, he slowly leaned in to kiss you, your lips were grazing and for a second you thought you would let him kiss you, but you placed your hand on his chest and shook your head “I’m married now” you murmured, voice barely heard.

You whimpered in pain as you felt his grip tighten, “to a moron you cheated on for years with me” he seethed but visibly took a deep breath to calm himself “You being married to another man means dick to me” he chuckled as he brushed hair away from your face, “you’re still mine, you can play dumb all you want Sunshine, but you know who you belong to” he smiled, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“You actually were stupid enough to think that you could just leave me?... I let you have your fun but you and I know that you don’t love him, not like me you don’t, maybe he is the safer bet, but does he make you feel good like I do? Would he kill or die for you like I would? I know every single twisted little detail about you and I love you even more… does he?

Entranced by his words all you can do is nod, you were done denying your feelings, to hell with good and wrong, desperately needing his affection you clawed his body “I’m so sorry Lloyd, I don’t ever want to leave you again” you almost cried, finally letting your true emotions run wild was cathartic and he noticed, wrapping his thick arms around you, he rested his chin on your head, tears soaking his polo shirt as you clung to him “I love you Lloyd, I’m always going to be yours”.

You both stayed like that for minutes or hours, neither of you knew, but now that he had you close to him, he had to kiss you, fingers threadding your hair, he tilted your head back and crashed his lips with yours, hands drawn to his chest and slowly moving behind his neck. It’d been years since you last tasted him and now you wondered how you even survived without his soft lips on yours, you explored each other’s lips, what started out as hungry and desperate gradually became slow and passionate.

Gasping for air you couldn’t take a proper breath because he pulled you right back, his mustache adding the perfect burning sensation, you giggled as he started nipping your lips, still not being able to let you go, you cupped his face and caressed his cheeks, still catching your breath. Pecking your lips, Lloyd tilts your head up to keep your gaze, “Be a good girl and tell your husband you want a divorce, he gives you any trouble I’ll take care of him”.

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rogerswifesblog · 2 years ago

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Ok idea for Lloyd! You're one of his targets but with the first look at you he decides to fake your death and keep you all to himself. He buys you something nice with the money he got for "killing" you

Lloyd 😩😩😍 thank you for this request <3

My sunshine

Warnings: kidnapping (but I tried to make it sweet ok??😩😂), possessive Lloyd I’d say?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x f!reader

You were trying to open your apartment door, with your hands full with shopping bags. Once again your dad had been a total dick to you, arguing over something stupid -but at least you got his credit card after the fight, just like evey time, when he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

A sigh escaped your lips.

Then you heard heavy steps coming closer.

Lloyd looked at you for a moment.

He was supposed to press the cloth for a little longer. A little harder. Not letting you breathe for a few minutes. Just end it.

He couldn’t do the job…

They may have paid him a lot for your death but he couldn’t. You looked like an angel with your soft kissable lips, the long lashes tickling your cheekbones… such a beauty.

Throwing you over his shoulder, he took your shopping bags with his free hand. He could tell you had a few pretty dresses in there, he’d love to see you in these.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” whispered the man, leaving with you.

Taking you to one of his safe houses, he put you in a guest room where he laid you on a bed, making sure to be gentle and not hurt you. He took a photo of you, sending it to his client, trying to make it look like you were dead… and yet you were so beautiful, even in your sleeping state.

After sending the photo and making sure to get his money, he put his phone away and sat down next to you, brushing your hair behind your ear. He sighed quietly. “I’m so sorry, darling but I couldn’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you” said the man, standing up and going to your bathroom where he filled the tub with hot water, a lot of bubbles, a nice bath bomb and after hesitating also rose petals.

It was maybe a bit too much but how else could he make you feel better, especially when he would’ve to tell you, that-

He heard a quite moan from your room, making him look to your bed immediately.

You slowly sat up, only then realizing what had happened. Oh god. Someone had taken you. That’s the only thing you could remember. Before you could stand up, a beautiful man stepped into the room.

And that fucking moustache made you think some very inappropriate thoughts.

You slowly slid away from him, close to your headboard. “Don’t- where the hell am I? And who are you? Why did you take me?!” you rambled, feeling your eyes being filling with tears, already starting pouring down your cheeks.

Lloyd gulped, slowly taking a step back and putting his arms up. “I’m sorry, but it’s better that way. I’m Lloyd- and I won’t harm you. I promise” he said, slowly coming a bit closer.

You shook your head slightly and he stopped walking once again. “Why should I trust you? You kidnapped me!” you shouted, throwing the lamp from your nightstand at him.

He ducked just in time, gasping surprised. Well, he suspected you’d be angry but this did actually really surprise him. “I know you can’t trust me right now- and you don’t have to but… give me a chance to explain. I want you to feel good here, promise.”

Lloyd came to your bed, holding his hand out to you. You looked at it for a moment before grabbing his hand shakingly and letting him pull you up, not touching you any further than just your hand. It made you feel a bit better that he didn’t try to touch you without your consent.

“I ran you a bath so you could relax a bit” he said, feeling you tense a bit. “Don’t worry, your bathtub isn’t even big enough for the two of us” this time his words made you giggle quietly but you tried to cover it up with a cough.

Lloyd went with you into the bathroom and you gasped quietly. Everything was so… pretty!

It made you feel a bit weird that he really tried to make you feel that good. What if he really meant it? But you shook these thoughts away. First, he had to tell you why you were here.

You looked into the bathtub, filled with bubbles and a sweet smell. A bath would be nice if you had to be honest with yourself. Lloyd let go of your hand and turned around without leaving the bathroom. You pulled your eyebrows slightly together. “Shouldn’t you… be somewhere else?” you mumbled, making Lloyd chuckle quietly. “Fine, but I’ll come back in a few minutes.” Lloyd left the bathroom.

Sighing you took off your clothes quickly and let your body sink into the warm water, surrounded by rose petals, sweet scent and bubbles. For a moment you just closed your eyes.

Lying in the warm water you could feel yourself drifting off. It was so relaxing…

But the knock on the door made you look up. “Yes?” you mumbled confused and Lloyd walked into the bathroom, with two glasses and a wine bottle. Slightly surprised you watched him sit down on the edge of the tub, holding one of the glasses out to you. “It’s a good one, you’ll like it” with that he poured you some of the wine and some for himself. After putting the bottle away, he clicked his glas gently against yours. “I promise you’ll have it better with me than with your piece of shit father.”

Once again you looked up at him, watching him drink a sip from the wine, while he leaned on the wall. “What does my father have to do with that?” you asked quietly, making Lloyd wince. He should’ve stayed quiet.

“You wanted to know why I took you… I was supposed to do something much worse. But I didn’t want to… and… my client- he’s” you felt your breath leave your lungs. “No, please, Lloyd, it can’t-“ he took your free hand and squeezed gently.

“I promise you’ll have it much better here with me. I”ll take good care of you… I’d never hurt you” you sighed, blinking away the tears and drank a sip from your wine. Lloyd noticed the tears anyway, giving you a gentle kiss on your hand and then on your head. It made your heart flutter for a moment.

You were still scared but at the same time… Lloyd was more loyal to you than your own family. It’s not like you trusted him already or anything else- but he still was very nice to you.

Sighing you leaned your head against Lloyd and closed your eyes, still sipping on your wine.

Lloyd squeezed your hand a last time before letting go and caressing your hair. “Can I wash your hair? It feels really soft.”

You felt yourself blush slightly but nodded anyway.

Lloyd put the glasses aside, letting warm water run over your head while making sure not to let anything into your eyes. “Is the water temperature okay?”

“Yes, it’s great…” you mumbled, still having your eyes closed. It felt really nice. Lloyd did everything so gently, washing your hair and massaging your scalp. You didn’t know how to feel about it. You’d stay here either way, so at least you were happy he didn’t want to hurt you. It seemed like he wanted the opposite.

A couple days later you’ve already got slightly used to your new life. Lloyd may be a ruthless and cruel man but not to you. You had seen him work. Torture. And yet he hadn’t laid a finger on you. He always asked if he could touch you- and it was mostly just to hold your hand or give you a kiss on your forehead.

You’ve noticed he bought you many clothes, even asking you to order stuff for yourself.

But what most surprised you, was him cooking for you. You imagined a man like him had a maid to do that -and he actually had a maid- but he told you he wanted to make your food special by preparing it by himself.

Of course you didn’t trust this at first, watching his every move in the kitchen- also watching him burn eggs once which made him blush a deep shade of red. You laughed at that for the first time since you were here.

And it made Lloyds heart throb. He fell for you even harder at that moment.

You ate together whenever he could since he was often called away but still making sure to tell you how much he wanted you to feel good and safe in his house.

And at home.

He wanted you to feel good at home.

You had to be honest it wasn’t that bad living with him. He was a nice guy… besides the psychopathic side of him that always came out when he tortured someone.

He was so much different at home. Like a different person. A better person.

Lloyd had even once mentioned that you made him feel that way. Like he could be better with you.

While Lloyd was once again gone, you ordered a few new clothes and a cute blanket for your room. You didn’t even feel alone in this house because there was always someone there- if not Lloyd or the maid, then some of his workers who seemed to be quite friendly. And also very scared of Lloyd.

When someone knocked on the door, you already knew who it was. “Lloyd I told you, you don’t have to knock, it's fine” he entered your room with a little smile. “Just wanted to make sure… I have something for you”

“You always have something for me” you grinned but sat up and watched take out a beautiful red satin dress out of a bag. Also a pair of black, sleek heels. Wow.

You stood up, coming closer and feeling the material. “It’s so beautiful… why- what for?” you mumbled, making Lloyd shrug. “I thought… there’s a high class event, an opening of a museum… I have to find a target but I thought maybe we could enjoy the evening first? Like… maybe a date? If you’d like to be my date? I know you like museums so I thought this could be-“ you hugged the man, making him grin into your hair.

He put his arms around you, pulling you even closer. “It’s a yes?” “It’s definitely a yes. Thank you Lloyd…” you whispered, slowly letting go even though you both would want to keep the hug longer.

Three days later you were in the hallway, trying to put on your heels but your long nails wouldn’t really let you do it yourself. Lloyd noticed this of course.

Without saying a word he kneeled in front of you and helped you put on the first heel, closing the clasp around your ankle, looking up at you.

He looked good today- like everyday. Lloyd wore a black suit with a black turtleneck underneath. You were actually surprised he wore black pants, instead of his beloved white ones but he said he wanted to look good next to such a beautiful goddess like you. You had laughed it off even though your heart jumped at that.

Lloyd helped you with the other shoe, standing up and putting his hands gently on your waist. “You’re the most beautiful person in the whole universe, sunshine” Lloyd mumbled, grabbing one of your hands gently and turning you, making you laugh quietly before you fell back into his chest and pulled him closer to you.

You felt a warmth spread in your whole body, making your heart throb.

“Lloyd I… I’d like for you to kiss me…”

It may not be the usual way people meet their soulmates but… but you really felt like you were meant to be.

I hope you enjoyed reading <3

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onsunnyside · 3 years ago

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᠃ ⚘ 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen x inexperienced!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | AGE GAP, grieving (loss of a family member), sketchy men, SMUT - minors DNI, the cl!t tickler, oral (f), beard & moustache burn (bc yes, he has some stubble here), daddy kink, dirty talk, fingering (f), degradation, dumbification, innocence!/ruined!kink, p*ssy slapping, spitting, squirting. potential dark themes.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | He isn’t sentimental, but there’s something about you—a china doll standing in the debris of an earthquake, cradling the bluest heart in your hands. Based off this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 2.4K

𝗔/𝗡 | I hope you enjoy this anon and I know almost nothing about The Gray Man, so I suppose this is an au of sorts, and also very self indulgent. And you bet I’m changing the gif when we get more content ! This is also for my 5K celebration hehe. All mistakes are my own. The moustache is going on the big screen, and thus, the moustache revolution begins. [all asks]

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Is your father still in the hospital?”

You nod, sinking deeper into the plush armchair. Your body clad in black velvet, the sleeves of your dress drawn over your cold hands, damp with tears.

Through the window behind you, the rain clouds mirror your gloominess, coloured bland and lifeless—or perhaps that’s just the atmosphere of the funeral home. Lloyd glances over his shoulder, the urn propped on the little table with decorations and a bouquet of lilies, his eyes flicker over the portrait in a golden frame as a bitter taste fills his mouth.

Your sniffle catches his attention again, and he drops to one knee, gently grasping your hand in his, “I’m sorry, sunshine.” His thumb ghosting over your knuckles, “No one else could make it, huh?”

He expects you to shy away, like you’ve always done whenever someone gets too close. Always the timid and easily frightened creature. Especially with the heartbreak radiating from you—it weighs heavy in the air, and even heavier in Lloyd’s chest.

But you don’t. Instead of tucking away, and hiding behind your wall of security guards, you slowly entwine your fingers with his. Tears slide down your cheeks, some trail down in fresh streaks, others follow after another. “Bad weather… airports are closed.”

Your kind eyes meet him as your throat tenses, he’s about to say something but the door at the other end of the room creaks open. You quickly turn away as one of Lloyd’s men peer in. “Car is out front, boss.”

“Got it.” Lloyd sighs, and he takes this moment to memorize every part of your face, as if he’ll never get the chance again because he almost didn’t. Rage prickles his skin, his hand tensing automatically as you let out a short gasp.

He apologies, pressing a gentle kiss against your knuckles, his moustache tickles your skin—it reminds you of last week when he was over for a visit.

The mirror is cold against your back, the chill seeping through your clothes. You whimper, fisting his hair in your hand and pulling him closer. A heat blooming in your stomach as he groans against your folds, your poor pussy rubbed raw from his fingers and facial hair.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He groans, watching your hole stretch around his thick digits, your juices spilling down his hand. “Daddy just loves this dress on you, I couldn't help myself.”

His tongue flicks against your clit, his warm breath fanning over your wetness—you’re so out of it from your previous quick orgasms, you can barely stay still.

Just a mess in your pretty dress and makeup, with your father’s best friend between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man.

Lloyd swats your cunt in quick succession, the lewd noises bounce off the bathroom walls and you cover your face in embarrassment. The older man hums, mouth latched onto your folds, suckling your petals and drinking down your slick.

“Fuck, look at you, baby.” He demands, spreading your thighs further apart, his knees shifting on the cool tile. “That’s it, open those pretty eyes for daddy.”

You peek between your fingers, whining as he spits on your pussy, messily spreading it around and rubbing your clit. Your pathetic sounds are music to his ears, and he almost vows to never leave the city again.

Your father preferred to pick your friends for you, most of whom were snobby neighbours who belittle you for being so quiet and shy all the time. The truth was you were always like that. Even so if you were comfortable around them.

It was your nature.

Lloyd was an exception.

It was hard to be quiet during your little escapades, and even more difficult to keep your deepest desires at bay.

You think no one knows about your relationship—but Lloyd knows that only your family and friends are unaware. Your personal guards and his most trusted men have been ordered to keep a close eye on you every minute of every day.

He’s never been sentimental, his fashion tends to be more selfish and stubborn. Then, you came along, and he hasn’t been the same since.

His hard cock begs for release, but he doesn’t want to take one step away from you. Not when you’re like this, desperate, innocent and well on the road to ruin. Your panties dig into your skin, the fabric stretched to the side to expose your heat.

“Look at this little fuckhole, it hurts, huh? Bet you’re all sensitive. Dumb baby, can’t even think when I’m touching you—but that’s why you followed me up here, little slut.” He murmurs against your folds, deep voice muffled as his fingers spear you open, “My stupid, sweet girl. Fucking desperate for me. Are you gonna cum again?”

He already knows the answer, he can tell from your laboured breaths and unfocused eyes. If there weren’t people waiting on you, he’d take you to your bedroom and fuck you on your white bed. Right over those cotton sheets, silk pillows and stuffed animals.

“Dumb baby, drunk off my fingers—just like how you get drunk off my cock. Maybe I’ll just fill you up here, ruin this tight cunt and send you downstairs again. Make you spend the rest of the day filled with me.” He groans, spitting on your folds again as his motions get rougher, “That’s it, make a fucking mess, baby. Let daddy clean you all up, afterward too.”

“Wait—I have to,” You cry out as Lloyd suckles your nub, his tongue massaging the bundle, “—please hurry, ah!”

Lloyd draws back his hand, only to slap your cunt again, then, you feel a coolness on your hole. You squirm on the bathroom counter, knocking over the soap as you try to escape the touch.

“Shh, it’s okay. Give it a second,” Lloyd presses three fingers to the hilt, his pinky ring flush against your wetness, “There’s my good girl, taking everything daddy gives you.” He slips another digit alongside the rest, cooing as you gasp for air. “You’re stuffed to the brim, sweet girl, can you give me one more? Haven’t you missed me?”

He hates abandoning you in this big mansion, with only housemaids and security guards to keep you company. Every time he’s back in the city, he drops by. This visit happened to be on the day of your annual family portraits.

The man traces your throbbing clit, gaze flickering between your stretched hole and your sweaty face. You don’t know how much time passes, it could’ve been seconds or minutes, you couldn’t tell. Too entranced by Lloyd devouring your poor pussy. Your high topples over as your head slams into the mirror, your hands knot in his hair, caught between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

You squirt, squealing out his name as your thighs threaten to snap shut. Your juices spurt out, covering his chin and the front of his shirt.

“Fuck, that’s it. Cum for me.” His fingers press into the little patch inside you as you convulse. His lips lock firmly around your clit, “so good for me, sweetheart. Not too loud now, don’t want to get caught by your father, huh?”

You shamefully cover your face, little hiccups escaping your bitten lips as Lloyd filthily buries his face deeper into your heat, determined to smell your juices for the rest of the day. His muffled praises make your heart swell, and you don’t realize he’s standing until he’s kissing you. In a daze, you wrap your legs around his waist, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Such a good girl. Always giving me a warm welcome, yeah?” He fixes your panties and rubs the fabric against your slick. He smirks when you latch onto his wrist, keeping him there, “Don’t worry, I’ll come to see you before you go to sleep, I still have to fill up this little pussy before I leave.”

When you return downstairs, your housemaid immediately ushers you to the conservatory, fussing over your dishevelled state and wrinkled dress.

You glance over your shoulder once more, spotting Lloyd halfway down the staircase. His appearance is different from when he first arrived. Now he’s dressed in an expensive yellow button-down tucked into his fitted black slacks. His shoes tap on the floorboards as he descends lower.

Traces of your juices are still in his moustache and faint stubble, his tongue pokes out to trail over his pink lips. If your panties weren’t already uncomfortably wet, they’d be soaked.

“Miss, please, your father is waiting.”

You silently nod as your eyes fall to Lloyd’s skilled hands, the gold pinky ring catches the light. The older man flashes a wink before you turn a corner.

There’s a slight wobble in your steps as you pass the grand entry and formal dining room. You try to prepare for the inevitable scolding from your father—you also pray he doesn’t notice the difference in clothing of his best friend.

Although he was always invited, Lloyd never posed for the portraits, you assume because of his profession. Being on and having his own watchlists and hit lists, both feared and loathed. Perhaps even idolized by the few who knew him, Lloyd even had a complicated relationship with himself.

As egocentric as his reputation paints him, you know there’s more to your father’s colleague. The man wanted dead or alive by many people around the world, the man who had many of your firsts in his hand.

You’ve known of Lloyd for years, only meeting him formally a year or two ago. He went to Princeton with your father before they got into the business. Now, in your early twenties, and fortunately, still living straight out of your father’s pocket, with a childhood built from bad money.

The man who raised you was bad, the man in the urn was bad, but Lloyd? He was worse, you knew it, but it didn’t stop you from seeking his comfort.

He held your firsts and your adoration, and your hands cradled your own heart—bruised blue and purple, cracked straight down the middle.

It’s been a few days since you last saw him, and you couldn’t help but want him to stay. Especially now, with your father in the hospital and your uncle in ashes a few feet away. The rest of your family are oceans away, and your friends have come and offered their condolences. That was hours ago, and you’ve been sitting in this armchair ever since.

Feeling alone and forgotten, your only company is your security guards hired by your father, and so helplessly, you want that to change.

Lloyd always seems to know what you want, when and how you want it. “I have another flight tomorrow but I’ll only be gone for two days. Then, I’ll be right back here with you, okay?”

You shrug, already feeling that awful loneliness creeping in. Lloyd knows a similar feeling, the looming threat that follows him wherever he goes and taught him to come with diligence and leave without a trace.

Lloyd takes off his ring, placing it into your hand. “Here, I’ll come back for that.”

“…Promise?”

“I promise.” Lloyd always keeps his promises. “Did your father tell you anything?” His blue eyes pool with concern, and the hint of something sinister, but you don’t notice.

“N-No…” You sniffle, roughly rubbing your nose. “He’s always sleeping whenever I go to visit.”

You hated the hospital. The bright lights and sharp lines—you liked soft things that were plush and comforting. You didn’t like the antiseptic air, it burned your eyes that were sensitive from your non-stop crying.

Lloyd takes it one step further, reaching out to cup your cheek. At first, you stiffen, eyes shooting open and meeting his gaze. Beats pass, nothing but the soft piano playing through the mostly empty room. “You’ve been home alone?”

You only nod, fiddling with his golden ring.

He already knew that. Aside from the consistent communication between him and the staff at father’s mansion, he’s dropped by a few times since the accident too. Usually when you’re sleeping, or too sad or too busy and hiding away in one of the various rooms.

He’s going above and beyond to protect you—ever since he met you, that’s all he’s done, and he’ll continue to do so. Even if that meant staging an accident to get rid of your greedy and disgusting father who was planning on giving you up to save his own head.

Of course, your uncle wasn’t meant to be in the car too, it was a random stroke of luck. Lloyd would feel guilty if he didn’t know the creep was also scheming with your father.

You were brought into the world, blessed with fortune and cursed with the source of the riches. An only child who has never met your mother, living every day feeling isolated, regardless of how many people are in the room.

In Lloyd’s mind, you didn’t deserve this and the man in the hospital and the man in the urn didn’t deserve your tears. You were worth more than your lousy father and his gluttony. He was already a lost cause, there was no saving him—not with the bullshit on his hands. But, there was a chance to save you, a china doll standing in the rubble of an earthquake, sad blue tears seeping into the crack in your cheek and into your hands that housed the remnants of your poor little heart.

Lloyd wasn’t going to let you pay for your father’s misdeeds, or suffer under his hand.

He stands to leave, not before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. On his way out, he leans to your head guard, “Fowler, she moves once inch from that seat, I want to know. Got it?”

“Yes, boss.”

Perhaps your father should do better background checks on the people he hires. Although, it seemed to work perfectly in Lloyd’s favour because since Fowler’s been working for your father, he’s had unlimited access to your home and all of your father’s secrets.

He sets off to the hospital, the funeral home in the rearview mirror. As Lloyd pulls into the parking lot, he’s welcomed by sunshine streaming through dull grey clouds. Almost as if the world is on his side, urging him to do what needs to be done.

And, who is he to ignore the blatantly clear signs? Especially when those same signs had led him straight to you.

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year ago

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Hiii I saw that your requests are open. Can I request a drabble or oneshot of LJ’s first birthday? Thank youuu also I love your writing 🫶🏼

Superstar

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine

summary: LJ’s first birthday

warnings: fluff, slight suggestive stuff, poop, tears, Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

“Ouch” Lloyd says, pulling his hand to his chest, looking at the spatula in your hand “that hurt”.

You roll your eyes at him with a smirk before continuing making the cake, “I told you that you can’t eat the cake batter”. Lloyd huffs and sits down on the counter opposite from you. He watches you stirring the pot while swinging his legs.

A pout forms on his lips “But why? You already made two cakes, Sunshine. Can I just have a little taste, please?”. You slightly turn your head to see Lloyd giving you his best puppy dog look, trying to convince you to give him some.

“Lloyd, you will get to eat some cake later. Not now. Also, eating raw cake batter is not good for you” you say as you pour the batter in the cake form.

A groan leaves Lloyd’s mouth, and he dramatically lets his upper body lay down on the counter. He just wants some cake. Normally, he only gets that dramatic when he doesn’t get a taste of you.

“We used to eat raw cake batter all the time at Harvard. Why can’t we now? That’s not fair” he says, jumping down from the counter. “I even promise to not smear some on your face”. Some hope is still in Lloyd that you give in.

At that you chuckle, “Sorry, Moonlight, but I don’t want to risk you getting sick or that something goes wrong with the cake”.

“Oh, come on” Lloyd says, opening the oven for you to put the cake in. “The other two cakes turned out good. A bit of missing batter wouldn’t have ruined the cake”. He closes the oven after you put it in before wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back into his chest. You giggle when his mustache tickles the weak spot on your neck. He starts to sway from foot to foot with you in his arms. You lean your head back on his chest and close your eyes.

A smile plasters on Lloyd’s face. “Don’t worry” he begins, “everything is going to be perfect”. He places a soft kiss against your temple.

You give him a quiet sound of acknowledgment. “Everything has to be perfect”. If this day doesn’t go as planned, you could never forgive yourself for messing up. If someone else ruins this day, you will kill them. It’s not every day that your baby turns one.

It’s LJ’s first birthday, and you have been planning this day for a long time. You spend months deciding what theme it’s going to be, what cakes should be served, who will be there, the presents and more. You spend a month alone looking for the best five stars bakers to make cakes for that day. Lloyd thinks he has never seen you this mad when the baker you chosen said he didn’t have time that day. He may or may have not threatened to cut his balls off and make cake pops with them if he didn’t bake that cake.

Best husband.

The smile on your face when Lloyd told you that the baker just mixed up the dates and actually has time was something beyond happy.

Therefore Lloyd is that confused and mad that he can’t have some cake. So far you baked three cakes and more cake will be here shortly. He needs some sugar.

While you were spending months planning this birthday, Lloyd just stood next to you, letting you be in your fixation. For once, he didn’t get why you were making such a big deal. LJ was only 3 months old at the time, but perhaps it was also because he was scared to tell you to calm down. Obviously, he knows that the first birthday is somehow special, but overall it’s just a birthday. This doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t have made all of his staff decorate the whole place and spend thousand and million dollars on his son’s birthday presents. Lloyd just wouldn’t be that stressed about that day.

He would still kill anyone that dares to ruin this day.

The more the relationship with his son grew, the more he realized LJ deserves everything in this world and there is nothing he won’t do to make that possible. If one of the staff or his minions makes LJ cry, they can prepare to get their organs taken out and limbs cut off.

Lloyd is trying really hard to be dad of the year.

While he is trying to be dad of the year, he knows that mom of the year already goes to you. The title already belonged to you before LJ was even born.

A staff ruins Lloyd’s and yours moment as they walk in and inform you that the cakes are here. Lloyd groans again as you jump out of his arms and make your way to the kitchen on the first floor. He sends the staff a glare, making them almost piss themselves before following you.

When he comes downstairs, he already sees people bringing in cakes and decorating the place.

“Put those fucking balloons over there, shithead!” Lloyd screams as they hang some balloons near the food table. They quickly scramble around, moving the balloons. “Fucking idiots”.

Lloyd snatches a strawberry from the fruit table and pops it into his mouth, while taking in the scene. If Lloyd didn’t know what was going on, he would think the apocalypse was about to start. He’s almost 100% sure that you made them get all panicked by pressuring them. Though it could also be his heavily armed men standing at each window that are making them that nervous. Lloyd shrugs his shoulders. As long as they do their job it doesn’t concern him if they are close to passing out.

“Lloyd!”

He jumps up from where he is standing and jocks in your direction. You are standing in front of a table with furrowed brows.

“Yes, sunshine” he says, standing next to you, hands behind his back, “what’s the matter? Who do I need to kill?”. Lloyd leans over your shoulder, nose brushing over your cheek as he inhales your smell.

“Do you like the gold or silver stars more?” you say, not acknowledging his action. Lloyd rests his head on your shoulder before moving closer to the table. “The silver stars fits the blue aesthetic more and are more simple, but the problem is that simple is boring. The gold stars are more shiny and bring in a specific ‘wow’ effect, but they don’t match the aesthetic”.

One thing Lloyd will never get tired of is your look for the details. You could paint a portrait of him and won’t show him till you have every single freckle, beauty mark, hair, small scar on the canvas. Though, you don’t have to paint every single wrinkle.

“I like the gold ones. They scream more Hansen” Lloyd says with a cocky smirk.

You look at his choice before nodding and calling over the staff to hang the gold stars up. “If it weren’t for LJs birthday decoration, I would say your ego is showing again” you say, pointing to the staff in which places they should hang them up. Lloyd’s gasp jokingly and places his hand on his chest.

“Sunshine, that’s mean”

“It’s the truth, Moonlight” you say, “your ego is as big as your dick”. A gasp leaves your mouth as Lloyd suddenly grabs you and pulls you into his chest hard, not budging even as you try to get out of his right embrace.

“No no no, Mrs Hansen” he tuts with a low voice, “You know you can’t just talk about my big boy without any action”. Lloyd’s one hand moves to your ass and gives it a good squeeze, while his other hand takes your hand and brings it towards his covered member. “Sunshine”.

In quick motion Lloyd’s Hand on your ass moves to the back of your head and pulls you forward. Your second gasp gets muffled by his lips smacking against yours, teeth clashing together. Lloyd is full on making out with you, not caring about others watching you two. They can watch all they want. Lloyd couldn’t give a fuck less, as long as you’re not naked. He loves touching you in front of others, showing everyone that you belong to him and ONLY him. You’re his and his alone. You belong to him.

Lloyd walks forward, caging you in between the table and him. A simply move of Lloyd’s arm and you are sitting on the table with him between your legs. He grabs your legs and pulls you closer. Out of instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist.

It seems like Lloyd finally gets some attention from you.

Until both of your phones vibrate at the same time. You pull away from the kiss and Lloyd chases your lips, not being finished with the kiss. He needs another taste of your soft lips and peach flavored chapstick. Sadly though, he only gets to touch your finger, which you stopped him from kissing you again, while you pull out your phone and look at it. You open your phone and see that LJ woke up. Both you and Lloyd can check the cameras and will always get a notification when LJ starts to wake up.

“Looks like the Birthday boy is awake” you say and pat Lloyd’s shoulder as you stand up, giving Lloyd a little peck on the lips before he can grumble again. “You coming, daddy?”.

He smiles at the peck and you calling him that “Stop teasing me that much, Sunshine” Lloyd says tilting his head. He watches you giving him a sunny smile, feeling the warmth of your happiness consume him. Lloyd walks over to you and takes your hand in his one, interlocking your pinkies and kissing it. “Let’s wake up our boy” he says before walking with you upstairs to LJ’s nursery.

A big smile greats you as you open the door, two chubby fingers pointing at you two.

“Maaaaa” LJ says, giving a lopsided grin.

You feel Lloyd roll his eyes before moving towards his son. “Well good morning to you too, superstar” he says. He keeps on telling himself that LJ will eventually learn to say Dada, Dad, Daddy, Papa, hell, he would even be ok with LJ calling him Pops.

LJ raises his arms as his dad comes closer. Lloyd picks him up and tickles his little belly, resulting in LJ letting out high giggles and squeals.

“Happy Birthday, bubba!” you say, kissing his cheek. Lloyd smiles and gives him to you as LJ reaches for you. Ones in your arms, LJ immediately snuggles into the crock of your neck. Such a mama boy.

“You are already one now! Only six more years and I can legally show you how to shoot” Lloyd says cheerfully, but quickly shutting up when you send him a death glare, “Of course only when Mama allows it”.

“Which she won’t”

“Yes, what Mama says is law” Lloyd says, “but legally it would be allowed-“

“Lloyd”

“Yeah, you’re right, no weapons”

You give him a satisfied nod and Lloyd you a thump up. We need to appreciate, though, that Lloyd would have waited till LJ was legally allowed to do that. For a sociopath who’s a hitman and more, who doesn’t go by the law, this is a big thing. For ones, he would have followed the law.

You look in LJ’s eyes, smiling brightly, “I promise you will have the best birthday ever. We have some shiny lights and cake. Oh, and we can’t forget your presents, superstar”. LJ already claps his hands and wiggles out of excitement after you said shiny. “First, we need to get you ready though”.

A soft smile decorates Lloyd’s face as he makes his way towards LJ’s closet.

A knock fills the room before the door opens and one of the staff pops their head in.

“I-I’m so sorry to interrupt, Mr. and Mrs. Hansen, but we just got notified that the flowers won’t get delivered because the driver is sick” the staff stutters out in one go without taking a breath. They know that Mr. and the Mrs. won’t be happy about that. And well, they are scared that Mr. or Mrs. Hansen will cut off their head and send it to the company that were supposed to deliver the plants.

“What!” you and Lloyd say at the exact same time.

You hush LJ as he whines due to the loud noise, gently swaying him. Lloyd, on the other hand, doesn’t show any calmness in that situation and strikes towards the staff, making them hunch together.

“What do you mean by that?! That fucker can’t bring the flowers because his pathetic ass had to sneeze and immediately came to the conclusion that he was dying?!” Lloyd says through grit teeth, “I will cut that limp dicks face off and sew it back on backwards, then he will have some problems with his nose!”

“He has 104 F-“

“Do I look like I give a single fuck that this dick chocking piece of shit is dying of a fever?! No! Why can’t they send someone else, huh?!”

“They only have one dr-“

“I’ll blow their fucking company up and every single family member of the employees if the flowers aren’t here in the next 10 minutes!” Lloyd screams.

“I-I tell them that, M-Mr. Hansen” they say before quickly walking out, asking themself why they work here.

Lloyd’s face is red like the fuckers blood he killed at 2am, before he went to bed only to be woken up by you three hours later. A small whine makes his face fall and turn around to see LJ with teary eyes. His face quickly cools down as he walks over to the two of you.

“Oh, I’m sorry, junior. Dada didn’t mean to be that loud” Lloyd says softly, rubbing LJ’s back. If there is one thing LJ is scared of the most or hates is loud noises. If Lloyd wasn’t that loud, LJ would have probably even laughed because he loves seeing his dad put people in their place, especially while swearing. He may be a mama boy, but with his father’s love for hating people.

As expected, LJ clings to you closer, hiding his face in your chest. Lloyd finally looks at you and knows that you aren’t happy.

“I thought we talked about the swearing, Moonlight” you say in a soft voice, looking at him with a disappointed expression. He knows you aren’t directly disappointed in him rather, just not exactly happy that he did it in front of LJ again. “You know you have to put something in the swear jar”.

Lloyd doesn’t know how much money he had already put in the swear jar since your pregnancy, but he swears a lot and only carries hundred-dollar bills with him. He would say he’s still under a million though…..barely. Though, this jar is only for when he swears in front of LJ.

“I know, I know, sunshine” he says and kisses your temple. “Though I know you would have done the same if LJ wasn’t here”, he gives you a knowing look.

“Oh, I would have definitely screamed like that” you say, nodding while continuing to calm your baby down.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of it, sunshine” Lloyd says.

“No, it’s fine. I will” you give him LJ, who slightly protests against leaving the warmth of mama, but some comforting words and kisses eventually convince him to let go and calm down. “Would you mind getting him ready for the day?” you ask, opening the door.

“Dressing up my beloved Hansen Junior like his dada? Can’t think of anything better” he says and sways a bit. “I mean except-“.

“Thank you, Lloyd” you say, cutting him off, knowing exactly what he wanted to add, “love you”.

“Love you too, my beloved sunshine” he says as you walk out of the room, blowing you a kiss. Lloyd watches you close the door before looking down at his son, who is still looking at the door. “Don’t worry, once you’re ready for the day we see Mama downstairs” Lloyd says, caressing LJ’s blond almost white hair.

“Mama” LJ says, pointing towards where you went, while looking at his dad.

“Soon” Lloyd answers, chuckling at his son’s pouting and gives him Mr Mustache from the crib, which LJ immediately takes. He walks with LJ in his arms towards the closet, filled with various of different baby clothes of LJ. Surprisingly, not everything in the closet are designer clothes, some of it are from what Lloyd likes to call ‘the degenerated section’. If it wasn’t for you, Lloyd would’ve burned those clothes by now. Not because they are ugly, Lloyd has to admit they are actually pretty cute, but because people who are way below his money income also dress their kids like that.

Among those designer and cheaper baby clothes, there is also handmade stuff like sweatshirts, pants, jackets, hats and more. All of them are well knitted and made out of colorful wool. The thing is that not you made those clothes, but Lloyd did. He took his time knitting for hours to make adorable stuff for LJ to wear. If someone ever asks Lloyd though, he would deny immediately. He would say that he never even touched a needle and that knitting is some grandma shit. People would probably believe him…as long as you don’t show them some photos to prove that Lloyd knits in his free time.

“Now, my little superstar, what are we going to wear today?” Lloyd asks, to which LJ just snuggles into his chest. “I think my clothes are a bit too big for you” he says chuckling. He looks through the closet and takes out a little fluffy sweatshirt.

“This looks cute” the grunt LJ gives is answer enough. “Yeah, you’re right, it’s be a bit to warm too wear a sweatshirt“ he says and puts it away, continuing his search.

Next, he takes a blue romper from the hanger. “What about this? It’s nice but a bit boring, don’t you think?” he says, raising a judging brow at the romper. LJ nods in agreement.

Lloyd continues and grabs a baby tuxedo that he got custom made to fit LJ perfectly a while ago. “Oh, doesn’t this look good? A fudging expensive suit that fits this mini Hansen perfectly. You will get all the ladies and whor- wonderful people with it” he says smugly, saving himself at the end of the sentence.

Mini Hansen looks at the tuxedo for a second, inspecting it with his big eyes. His eyebrows furrow a bit of concentration, which makes him look like you when you concentrate on a painting. Lloyd smiles at the similarity between you two. Even though the furrowing of the eyebrows is from you, the look in LJs eyes is fully Lloyd Hansen. The judgmental stare that makes you question your existence and everything else. It’s like LJ is giving the bitch look just with brows that give him a more innocent look, like he isn’t just thinking that you look like poop.

“Mhm, what do you say, junior?”

LJ shacks his head and scrunches his face, whining and clinging to his dad’s polo.

Lloyd gasps “not this one?! Look it may look uncomfortable, but it’s actually pretty comfy” he says to which his son begins to kick his feet and slap his chubby hands against his dad’s chest. Lloyd huffs, LJ for sure, is a picky and stubborn baby.

“No no no no, what did we say about hitting dada? You are not allowed to kick or slap him. LJ, look at me” Lloyd moves LJ in his arms to get him to look at him “are you listening to dada?”.

LJ’s lower lip begins to quiver and Lloyd sighs “Look, if you stop hitting dada I put that suit away, deal?”. His son looks at him like he grew another head before, pointing to the closet. “Yes, I get you something else to wear when you stop”.

He looks at his dad for another second and then nods and stops trashing in Lloyd’s arms. Lloyd smiles, happy that his son agreed. He hangs the tuxedo away and stares at the walk-in closet. There are a lot of options, but nothing that fits the occasion. It can’t be something to ‘normal’, but also not too fancy. Walking through the closet , he sees nothing that catches his eyes or what LJ would approve of.

Lloyd’s attention gets drawn back down to his son as he pulls on his polo and points to something. “This?” he asks and grabs what LJ pointed at. LJ pointed at a dark blue sleeveless romper that he knitted awhile ago. To be more specific, he knitted the romper, among other things, while he wasn’t allowed to sleep with you for two months. He had a lot of time for knitting and jerking off to the image of you on your knees in front of the mirror, back to his chest while he fucks into you hard and fast, forcing loud moans out of you.

He grabs the romper and smiles. “You like stuff dada makes” Lloyd says. LJ claps and smiles, happy that his dad is holding the right thing. “You should really act like that about me around Mama, you know?”

On his way outside the closet, Lloyd grabs a white polo onesie, bouncing his son in his arms. “Then let’s change this man’s diaper and hope you didn’t cause a natural disaster in there” he says as he lays LJ down and puts Mr Mustache to the side.

Lloyd says a quick prayer to god before starting to change LJ’s diaper, that he will not get attacked by a poop bomb.

Luckily it’s not that big of a natural disaster, just a tsunami.

“Perhaps we should change your meal plan”

“Don’t pout”

“Come on, junior. Don’t cry. Mr Mustache is right here”

“Don’t kick your legs!”

“Stop that, Lloyd Junior!”

“I have shit on my hand!”

“Ahhhh!”

“Don’t laugh, junior!”

“I’m gonna throw up”

After changing LJ’s diaper and quickly washing and sanitizing his hands in LJ’s bathroom, he comes back and begins to finally dress LJ.

With slight struggle, he manages to get LJ’s head through the onesie. LJ hates when his head has to go through that. Lloyd smiles as he sees his son’s scrunched-up face turns happy when he sees him again.

“Well hello there, junior” he says in a high voice and LJ gives him a lopsided smile. Luckily, LJ doesn’t struggle as Lloyd puts on his romper and white socks.

Lloyd picks LJ up and gives him Mr Mustache before making his way to LJ’s bathroom and sitting him down in front of the bathroom mirror, making him face the mirror. A protective hand is on LJs back to make sure he doesn’t fall back on accident.

“Let’s give you the final Hansen touch”. With his free hand, he takes a soft brush and begins brushing LJ’s few hairs.

LJ interrupts in loud giggles as his dad decides to show some of his dance moves while brushing the hair, singing Stayin’ Alive. The giggles turn into squeals as Lloyd brushes his mustache with the brush.

“Jealous, Junior?” Lloyd jokes and carefully brushes LJ’s upper lip, like he had a mustache too. This action makes LJ fart because of laughing so much.

Once done, Lloyd wipes LJ’s mouth, who covered himself in spit duo to his laughing and then picks him up and walks out of the room.

“Ready to celebrate your birthday, Superstar?”

LJ claps his hands and wiggles in excitement.

“Mama!”

Lloyd groans.

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holylulusworld · 9 months ago

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TOL - I’m your daddy now (2) - 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, trouble, mentions of cheating (her ex), groping, breeding kink, smut, unprotected sex, implied oral (fem rec), sex on a table, doggy style, daddy Lloyd (not the kinky kind of daddy), Lloyd mentions anal sex (implied)

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. It will lead toward Ari’s story. We will see their relationship throughout all other stories.

TOL - I’m your daddy now (1)

“Hands off, Mr. Hansen!” You slap Lloyd’s hand away. He tried to grab a handful of your ass, but you won’t have it. “Your filing system is a joke, and I don’t have time to deal with your libido while sorting all the files your former assistant hid under her desk.”

“Take the rest of the day off,” he stands behind you to press his firm body against yours. “I know your boss won’t mind. He pays you to look pretty and keep him happy.”

“I took the job for the money, not a limp dick. I already had a limp dick. He’s the reason I’m here. He wanted to push his useless dick into some new snatch. So, keep it in your pants. I don’t need dick. Thanks, but no thanks.”

“Oh sunshine,” Lloyd brushes his hand over your ass,” don’t you want to feel the healing power of my cock fucking you six ways from Sunday? Only Lloyd Hansen can fuck you so good you forget all of your problems.”

“If that was true, I’d gladly ride your dick every time of the day,” you turn around to push against Lloyd’s shoulder. Since the day you walked into his office two months ago, he tried to get into your pants. – Or rather between your legs.

“Sunshine, be careful what you are wishing for,” Lloyd leans closer. “Tell me the problem that needs solving, and it’s gone. After I solved all of your problems, I want you to fulfill your promise and let me get my hands on that juicy ass and inside your sweet cunt.”

“My car broke down. My husband ran off with some skank and stole my money. I’m struggling to keep the roof over my baby boy’s head. And my son will grow up without a dad,” you huff and glare at Lloyd. “I don’t think you’ll be able to solve any of my problems.”

“Hmmm…” He nods and turns around to grab a piece of paper and a pen. “Car, deadbeat ex, money, house, daddy,” Lloyd notes. “Give me a month, cupcake and you’ll see all of your problems will vanish.”

“Sure-“ you grunt and shove against his chest when he tries to kiss you. “I got work to do, Sir. We have an appointment with your next victim in not two hours.”

“Victim? The ladies get money and grand-prime dicks they can choose. I force no one to fuck one of our clients. They come here to make money and get their pussies pounded like never before.”

“Just tell this to yourself,” you stick your tongue out. “Now, chop-chop. Get to work. We don’t have all day. I need to pick my baby boy up after work.”

“I’d like to work that body of yours,” he grins but turns around to walk into his office. “I hope you know that you got me rock-hard again, sunshine. The moment I solved all of your problems; I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

“Empty promises won’t make me wet,” you call after Lloyd. “If not for the money, I’d quit. And just you know, I hate that mustache!”

“You love it here, and working for me,” he grunts. “Just you know, if you ever get to ride my mustache, you’ll scream my name!”

“What the…?” You look at the keys of your cars in your hands and then at the parking lot. “That’s not my car!”

“Ah, there you are cupcake,” Lloyd purrs while you look around the parking lot to find your car. “Do you like your brand-new car?” He wraps one arm around your shoulders and pecks your cheek. “It’s a BMW X7, safe for kids and the ladies love it.”

“I don’t understand,” you lick your lips. “That’s not my car.”

“One problem solved, four more to go,” he kisses your cheek again, lips lingering a little longer. “Go ahead and pick your baby boy up. I bet he’ll love it too.”

Lloyd drops the keys to the car in your hands. “I—I can’t… where is my car?” You look at the keys in your hands.

“I got all your shit from your car and got rid of it. The papers are in the car. It’s yours, sunshine,” he grins. “I got work to do.”

You don’t get to protest. Lloyd walks away, whistling as you stand in front of the new car.

“You can’t just…what?”

“I don’t understand,” you rub your tired eyes. “I had fifteen bucks in my bank account. Now it says I got two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in my bank account. This can’t be right!”

“Miss, I checked your account thrice. It was there for almost five years,” she snaps at you. “It’s not my problem you have bad eyes.”

You blanch at her words. “If you say so,” you’re too tired and shocked to argue. You grab your things and walk out of the bank. This can’t be true. Your balance has been negative since your husband left you.

“Morning sunshine,” Lloyd greets you with a smack on your ass. “So, did you buy something nice?”

“What?” You glance at the paper bag filled with his breakfast and the coffee you got him on your way to work. “It’s your breakfast and the monstrosity you call your coffee.”

“Baby cakes, I didn’t get all of your money back and gave you a bonus for your hard work only for you to not buy you shiny things.”

“What? I—” You try to swallow the lump in your throat. “That was you?”

“I told you,” He grabs the bag with food and coffee to place it on your desk. “That I’ll solve all of your problems.” You end up in his arms, his face buried in your neck to nuzzle you. “I can’t wait to pound that pretty pussy. I bet you are hiding a hungry beast between those thighs.”

“Lloyd! Mr. Hansen!” You try to push Lloyd off of you when someone enters the building. “We have company.”

“Let them watch,” he purrs and nuzzles you again. “Did you ever take it up your ass, sunshine? I bet you didn’t.”

“Lloyd, a word,” a tall man with a thick beard, and dirty-blonde, shaggy hair steps toward you and Lloyd. He rolls his eyes as your boss shamelessly gropes your ass. “Lloyd! We need to talk. I need your help with something.”

“Not the ballerina girl again,” Lloyd sighs against you. “Ari, I told you to forget about her. She’s not one of my girls.”

You push against Lloyd’s shoulders to make him budge. “How can we help you, Sir?” You ask. The man doesn’t look like he has the patience to wait or to put up with Lloyd’s antics.

“Levinson, follow me to my office,” Lloyd finally turns his attention toward the impatient man. “I’ll see what I can do to get you laid.”

“I don’t want to get laid,” Levinson grunts. “I want her to be mine. She’s perfect for me. I just know it.”

“Perfect,” Lloyd hums. “Did you already get a taste of her cunt? I bet you didn’t and that’s why your aching dick tells you to marry her.”

You shake your head and try to focus on work, not the fact that Lloyd’s profession revolves around getting guys laid.

“You’ve got to be shitting me!” You growl into your phone. “You have the nerve to call me to ask for forgiveness? How about you ask your son for forgiveness? No, forget it!” You snarl. “If you dare to get close to my baby boy, I’ll cut your limp dick off!”

You throw your phone against the wall, watching it shatter to the ground. Your chest heaves up and down and you’re close to attacking anyone coming to your path.

“Cupcake! What happened?” Lloyd pokes his head out of his office, aware that you are not in the mood to get messed with.

“He dared to call me to apologize!”

“Who?” he asks, already knowing the answer.

“My ex-husband,” you grunt. “He told me that he transferred the rest of the money he stole from our accounts back and that he’ll sign the divorce papers.”

“That’s good, right?” He slowly steps out of his office, keeping an eye on you. “That’s what you wanted. To get your money back and his dead weight off of your back.”

“WAIT!” You round your desk to stalk toward Lloyd. “That was you!!!”

“Guilty,” Lloyd grins. “Problem number three is solved. And I roughed him up a little for you.” He shrugs. “I’m getting closer to the honey pot.”

Your mouth falls open. You don’t have a comeback this time.

“Don’t tempt me to shove something more than my tongue into your mouth. You better close it or you’ll be choking on my dick, sunshine.”

“You can’t just…” You throw your hands up when Lloyd turns around to walk back inside his office.

“I can and did, cupcake. Now get back to work. I’d hate to let you work overtime,” he grins and closes the door. “Only if it includes you impaled on my dick.”

“He…and then…” You can’t believe Lloyd roughed your douchebag of an ex up for you.

Why would he put so much effort into seducing you?

He’s a good-looking man if you ignore his personality and his annoying stache. Lloyd could have any woman, but he wants you – his chubby assistant with a kid and more problems than you can count.

Something must be wrong with him…

“Lloyd? What are you doing here?” You stare at your boss standing in front of your door. “My son is here! I can’t have you grope me or shit!”

“Relax, cupcake,” he grins. “I come in peace. I wanted to talk about a few things with you. My latest client needs our help, a special service.”

“Special service?”

“We must attend a dance class to help him,” Lloyd says. “Can we discuss this now or do you want to slap my ass for coming here first?” He furrows his brows. “What will it be?”

“Dance class?”

“Yup,” he nods. “How about I invite you for dinner and we can talk about joining a dance class to help him.”

“I got my son here, Lloyd.”

“Perfect,” he claps his hands. “I’m burning to get to know you mini-me. We will order food then and your kiddo can watch me do my job.”

“If you curse in front of my son, I’ll castrate you!” You point your index finger at Lloyd. “I’m warning you.”

“I’m a saint in the streets and a devil in the sheets,” he smirks. “I’ll behave. Promised.”

While you wait for the delivery service, Lloyd looks around your living room. He hums and sits next to your son on the sofa. “So, bud. How are you holding up?”

Your son looks up at Lloyd, squealing as he stares at Lloyd’s mustache. “Dadda?” Your son clumsily gets on his feet to stand up and grasp Lloyd’s face. “Dadda!”

“Hey, watch out, bud!” Lloyd grasps for your son before he can drop off the sofa. “Phew, you’re a handful, just like your mommy, huh? Let me get a good look at you.” Your boss smirks. “Look at you, you little shit. You’ve got your mommy’s eyes and damn me; you’d look good with a mustache.”

“What are you doing?” You gape at the scene. Lloyd is lifting your son to play airplane while your son squeals and babbles.

“Daddy!” Your son blubbers, making your heart ache. “DADDY!”

“Yeah, bud,” Lloyd looks you straight in the eyes, grinning. “I’m your daddy now. That deadbeat piece of … “ He clears his throat and reconsiders his choice of words, “crap can get fucked!”

“Lloyd!”

“Sorry, I meant he can ride into the sunset, and I hope a truck runs him over,” he grins and lifts your son up and down. “You are a cute little shit. No one will know you’re not mine. I’ll just make you mine.”

“What are you up to?” You try to fathom what’s going on, but the doorbell rings and you must get the food you ordered.

“One spoon for daddy,” Lloyd smirks watching your son shovel the food he ordered for him into his mouth. The peas and some of the meat end up on the table, but Lloyd doesn’t care. “And another one for mommy.”

“This isn’t funny, Lloyd,” you snarl. “If you fuck with me, fine. But keep my kid out of this.”

“Cupcake, no swear words in front of the kid,” Lloyd tuts. “I’m not playing games here. I want you, and you come with a cute little package. So, I’ll claim him as mine too.”

He turns his attention back toward your son. Lloyd grabs a napkin and wipes your son’s mouth. “We will teach you how to eat without dropping everything on the ground. Soon you will steal all the ladies’ hearts, bud.”

You shake your head and huff. This must all be a game to Lloyd.

There is no way he is interested in playing daddy for your son…

“Another problem solved,” Lloyd lazily leans back on your sofa and groans. “Damn, that food was great. I’m full.” He pats his perfectly defined abs. “I’ll raise your cute little shit and he’s got a daddy staying for longer than it takes to fill your cunt up.”

“Is all a joke to you?” You throw your hands up. “I get that you like to toy with me, but bringing my son into this shit is a new low.” You kneel on the sofa and bend over. “If you want to fuck me, do it now and leave my son alone. Come on, get it inside.”

“Y/N,” he gets off the couch to grope your ass. “I’d love to stick my dick into this perfect cunt, but I’m into this for the long haul.” He slaps your ass. “Stop being all mopey. I told you I like the little shit. He’s my son, and you are my dirty little slut. But you can call yourself my fiancé from now on.”

“Your—what?” you look over your shoulder. “Lloyd, my son cannot watch another father leave his life. You’ll break his little heart. Don’t do this.”

“I told you,” He huffs, “I’m here to stay. The boy is mine, just like his needy mommy.” His eyes drop to your ass, and he licks his lips. “All the dirty things I’m going to do to you. Like spoiling you like the perfect slut you are for me.”

“You’re so…”

“I know…” He grins and moves his hands to your ass. “Now, where can Daddy sleep? He wants to make breakfast for his little shit in the morning.”

“You can stay in my bedroom,” you lick your lips. “But only if you stop calling my son little shit.”

“We can rename him and call him Lloyd Jr. from now on,” Lloyd chuckles at your pissed expression. “You know, that’s actually a great idea.”

“His name is Y/S/N!”

“Debatable…”

Shit, you are in trouble. No – in deep shit. Lloyd easily made you melt in his arms when he told you he wanted to raise your son with you.

Now your boss has you bend over your dining table, ready to claim your cunt with his cock too.

“Hmm…dessert was nice,” he purrs in your ear, wet mustache tickling your ear shell. “I never ate a sweeter cupcake, Y/N. Now you’ll get the best dick of your life. This is the last dick you’ll ever get, sunshine.”

“Nghh…” You try to give him a snarky comment, but he stuffed your soaked panties into your mouth when he pushed you onto the table to eat your pussy like a man starving.

“Do you feel this,” he holds you down with one hand while he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock. “What would your husband say if he found us here, fucking like rabbits?”

You don’t have an answer for him.

“He’d love watching me destroy this snatch,” Lloyd slams home with one hard thrust. He moans loudly and shudders feeling your walls open up to him. “Fuck, that cunt was worth the wait—” He groans into your neck.

You whine at your own weakness.

He’s an infuriating man, doing nice things for you and your son and you let him not only crawl between your legs to eat your cunt, no – you let him mount you like an animal at your home too. “That snatch is gripping me so tight that it almost hurts.”

Lloyd nuzzles his face in your neck, and purrs. “But it hurts so damn good, doesn’t it?” You whine again, smothered by his body pressed against yours, and your own neediness.

He slowly rocks his hips, forcing you to feel every drag of his thick cock against your walls. Your legs quiver. Lloyd is not your passionless husband, nor the vanilla guys you fucked before him.

The man rocking into you came to conquer and he won’t do it halfhearted. “I can feel your pretty pussy cling to my cock. She’s as desperate for me as you are. But don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of her.”

Lloyd is having a blast destroying all of your defenses. He dismantled your defense and now, you lie on your table in your dining room and get railed by the man with the mustache.

“Nggh,” you groan against the makeshift gag. Lloyd picked up the pace and you end up bumping your hip against the table.

“Fuck, yes,” he curses loudly. “Never took you for someone wanting me to fuck you on your dining table.” He stills his hips to nip at your neck. “Do you want me to cum inside of you, and give you another little bundle of joy?”

You shake your head, but your cunt flutters around his thick length. If he wants to fulfill his dirty fantasies about breeding you, so be it.

You push back on him, taking Lloyd by surprise.

He eagerly grips your hips to move his hips in sync with you. Flesh claps against flesh, and he groans loudly as you don’t just take it.

“Fuck,” he curses and grunts while you start to go faster. “Shit, yes…”

A little too fast for his liking you clench around his twitching cock. He groans and stills his hips. Lloyd can’t move or think. This is the most intense orgasm he felt in a long time, or like ever.

“Fuck, take every droplet, sunshine.” You close your eyes and shudder feeling his seed coat your walls. “I hope I put a little Lloyd in you.”

“Goodnight, bud,” Lloyd covers your son with the blanket. “You need to sleep now, okay. Your mommy is very tired.” He grins when you enter the room to take care of your son. “Shhh…I wore her out. She’s so out of it, that I need to take care of you.”

“Daddy?” Your son grabs Lloyd’s hand, holding it tightly.

“Don’t worry, little shit,” Lloyd looks down at your son, a smug grin on his lips. “I’ll be there in the morning to make you breakfast. And in nine months, you are going to have a brother or sister.”

“Lloyd, not again,” you swat his hands away when he tries to spoon you. “I’m tired and sore.”

“Relax, I’m satisfied for tonight. Three rounds are enough for our first time,” he plays the big spoon and wraps his arms tightly around your body. “Little Lloyd is asleep, and my cock too.”

You roll your eyes. “You didn’t keep your promise. I’ll still lose the house because my bank is a bitch.”

“Oh, about that,” he nuzzles his face in your neck. “You and little Lloyd will move in with me. I have already arranged everything. Tomorrow the moving team will come around and grab all of your shit.”

“What? No. Lloyd,” you sigh deeply. “Y/S/N needs a nursery and a garden. We can’t just move out of our home only because you are crazy.”

“I’m not crazy cupcake,” he nips at your earlobe. “I claimed you and little shit as mine. This pretty mommy is all mine now, and your son will wear my name too. He’s going to have a better father than I ever had. Soon he will forget about his sperm donator and call only me his dad.”

“If you hurt my son, and don’t keep your promises, I’ll castrate you…”

Part 3

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#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #smut #lloyd hansen x you #plussized reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #TOL - I’m your daddy now (2) (Lloyd Hansen)

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sstan-hoe · 2 years ago

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒑

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you have to go on a work trip and leave Lloyd alone with your cat; Aramis

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — none! this is pure fluff, I do hope I did right here because on one hand I wanted everything to go on chaos but they're just so cute 😍

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — @georgiapeach30513, reblog and comment! follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!! from this universe

"Lloyd, it's only for a few days, I'll be back on Thursday!" You told him with an eye roll. Lloyd was behind you not being in the best mood while you packed a suitcase.

"But you can't leave me alone with that little shi–" "ah! What did I tell you about calling him names?" Lloyd was mad at you for going on a trip without him – which wasn't the problem – and he had to watch your cat Aramis. The cat he bought for you.

"Sunshine, why can't I go with you?" You already told him a hundred times why.

"Someone has to watch Aramis and I can't take you on a work trip with me," you stated, "and it's a great chance to work on your bond with him!"

Lloyd huffed, he didn't need to work on his bond with the cat. His eyes drifted to the orange fur ball who sat on the kitchen aisle. Aramis tilted his head at Lloyd before hopping down from the platform.

He elegantly walked over to you nudging his head against your leg, "aww I know baby. I won’t be gone for too long and you've got Lloyd to keep you company!"

Aramis' head turned to look up at Lloyd and then back to you as if to say 'are you serious?'. You giggled and shook your head. You got up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to Lloyd's, "I love you and I made you a list with things you have to do while I'm gone – for Aramis. I know you know how to do laundry and clean a kitchen or bathroom."

You knelt down to Aramis, scratching his head, "I'm going to miss you so much, baby! But I will be back in three days and then we will cuddle and play, sleep whatever you like!" You kissed his head and gave him a light squeeze before scratching his throat – something he absolutely loved – one more time.

Lloyd helped you get your bag to the car even though it wasn't necessary.

With one last kiss, Lloyd watched you get in the car and drive away. He sighed before going back inside not thrilled to spend his time with Aramis.

The cat sat on his scratching tree, his eyes watching Lloyd's every move.

Lloyd went to the kitchen to read the list you have him. "I have to clean your toilet? Feed you every morning and night only dry, every two days wet. She's not even gone that long! Pet him…of course, clean the sleep from his eyes…what the hell? What sleep?"

He looked over to Aramis who lifted his paw and licked it, cleaning his left eye. Lloyd noticed a little brown thing in Aramis' eyes at the corner.

Taking a tissue he walked over to the Maine Coon. Gently He tried to remove the sleep but Aramis laid his paw on top of his hand. Lloyd never realized how big the caramel-coloured paws were or how big he actually was. And he was only two, Maine Coon's grew until they were four.

"I know you might not like it but mama said I have to." You made it a habit calling him daddy in front of Aramis as if he was his dad – which he kinda was – while you had already called him that in bed.

You also forced him to call you mama in front of him. Long story short; Lloyd didn't like it but you told him it was practice for your future child, which caused him to buckle in.

"She can be so lucky I love her, what I do for her! I mean look at me watching after you." Lloyd shook his head, eyes drifting over to Aramis who laid down on the scratching tree closing his eyes. "Oh, come on, don't ignore me! I cleaned your eyes for you, I didn’t have to do that." Aramis lifted his head in response and blinked at him, Lloyd scoffed and went back to the list.

"Change the water regularly," it was marked red, "play with him," and in all capitals, "interact with him."

He wondered what that was supposed to mean, like talk to him? If yes then he did that already, then he saw the examples beneath, playing with him, talking with him, watching his favorite Show with him – the big bang theory –, give him treats, cuddle with him. All sorts of these things.

Aramis meanwhile cleaned his caramel-coloured fur and even if Lloyd would beg to differ, Aramis liked him and enjoyed his presence. The assassin was always calm around you, a whole different person and the beautiful feline could see he needed you as well as listened to you which Aramis took as advantage.

"Okay, fine. I'm gonna go and check your water, food and then get some work done not that you'd care," Lloyd told the cat, for the fact that he found it weird to talk to him or like him, Lloyd talked rather often with him in the past ten minutes.

After checking the water and food, Lloyd took his computer to sit down on the couch. He started watching TV while he worked through reports, checked the financial status and more.

The cat however sat there and watched him as he typed on the keyboard as the TV turned to the big bang theory. Lloyd didn't even notice it, too deep in his work. Aramis jumped from the scratching tree and elegantly walked over to the couch, setting his paws on the furniture he pushed himself up with his back paws.

While Lloyd only registered as Aramis sitting down anywhere the cat had other things in mind. Strutting over to said man Aramis sat himself on his lap and half on the computer causing Lloyd to groan loudly in annoyance.

"Really, damn it I was working!" gently he tried to move the orange cat to the side but he would budge, "you're like your mama ya know? Can't fight ya," with that he just sat there and unwillingly patted the pet on his lap/computer.

Later that day Lloyd had given Aramis new water and feed as well as cleaned the litter box. Now he was happy to just lay in bed and either fall asleep or watch a show or movie.

Feeling lonely Aramis followed Lloyd into the bathroom where the man brushed his teeth and went to the toilet, just as he sat down he noticed the cat in the door frame.

"Ever heard of privacy?" Aramis tilted his head and blinked at him before lifting his paw to open the door further, "yeah got it," he muttered and finished all while Aramis watched him. After everything was done Lloyd finally got to the bed which felt too empty for his liking and that was when an caramel-coloured fur ball jumped up on the bed.

"You know I had more your mama's company in mind…," he trailed off as the feline cuddled himself against Lloyd's legs.

As if on cue his phone started ringing, your name popped up and the invitation to video chat. With a big smile your boyfriend answered, "hey there sunshine," "how are my two handsome boys?" you immediately asked with the same smile.

"Good, yeah, good. We watched big bang theory, I got some work done until he sat himself on my computer and then made him food and put new water in, then he watched me pee on the toilet and now we're just laying in bed." The news that the both of them went along with one another made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

You were nervous leaving the two of them alone but that all vanished as soon as you saw them both cuddling together in bed…and Lloyd had the audacity to say he didn't like him!

#my bitch lloyd 👀#lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen x plus size reader #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fluff #lloyd hansen fic

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egoludes · 3 years ago

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just the two of us.

pairing: dad’s best friend!lloyd hansen x reader.

warnings: VERY, VERY HEAVILY IMPLIED NON-CON - PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE, general creepiness from a grown man who has no business doing what he’s doing, mentions of sports - bleh. age gap; reader is 100% of age, around mid-20s, while lloyd is early to mid 40s.

note: did we get a 1.25 second glimpse of a new chris character only for me to imprint on him immediately? you betcha. i don’t know that i’m going to make a habit of writing for lloyd, but i saw @ozarkthedog‘s post about the creepy dbf vibes of lloyd’s look and well...i have no behavior when i’m inspired and tipsy. LOVE YOU OZZIE!

i know this is a departure from what i usually write, so no pressure to read, but i hope anyone who’s interested enjoys this lil drabble!

The house is quiet when you peek out of your bedroom. Eerily so.

The game is still on the TV, announcements and cheering spilling up the stairs to where you are. But that’s all you hear. No clinking beers, no obnoxious cursing at the referees - just the game, no more, no less.

Odd when that’s what your dad and Lloyd had come together for in the first place.

But, you won’t deny that there’s a comfort knowing you have the house to yourself for a bit, even if you’re curious about why. Your dad’s company isn’t unwelcome persay, but he has a tendency to nag any time you’re in the room - overcompensation for the late nights and long work trips.

And Lloyd - well, he’s something else altogether. You can’t really pinpoint what it is that happens when you’re around, but you know you don’t like it. He’s always had a sliminess to him — perhaps to be expected for a successful businessman —- but it’s in overdrive lately. And, if you didn’t know better, focused on you.

You honestly think you’re imagining it, the way he watches you sometimes. The want, the hunger behind it makes no sense from anyone, let alone him. But when you’re together in a room, there’s something so stifling that you can never stay for long, imagination or not.

Which makes his absence that much sweeter. You’d held off on heading downstairs for food for the better part of an hour, but with both men gone, you have your chance and you’re eager to make the most of it.

So much so that you don’t even think to change out of your comfortable shorts and big t-shirt that show an amount of skin you’d never bare to him on purpose.

So much so that you don’t notice the eyes following you from the backyard over a trail of cigarette smoke as you hum your way into the kitchen.

So much so that you don’t hear the back door click closed or the padded footsteps over the sounds of you readying a plate.

So much so that you don’t notice Lloyd there with you until he’s very, very close.

“You been hiding up there, sunshine?”

You nearly slip from the way you startle, eyes wide and frantic as you spin to face him. What was he doing here? You hadn’t heard a car or even steps before he appeared and it’s obvious, painfully, that your father isn’t with him.

Just your luck.

“—No, I’m only resting, I…Lloyd, where’s my dad?”

“Oh, he ran outta that beer he likes.” Each word carries with it the distinct smell of tobacco and you realize with a sinking feeling that Lloyd had never left at all. He was just out to smoke. “Went to get himself some more.”

You nod, swallowing thick. Being in a room with him at all is enough to set you on edge, but alone? Like this? You want absolutely no part of it. “Well, I just came down for some food so I’ll finish up and get out of your way.” You spin back around, tense fingers reaching for the knife you’d dropped when he scared you. Your sandwich is almost done, everything spread and stacked just the way you like, so it shouldn’t take you more than a couple minutes to get out of there. But, before you can even move, he’s against you, back to chest with such pressure you’re half bowed over the counter.

In this position, his cock is pressed to you firm, the hardness of it apparent and taunting from its place on the curve of your hip. You let out the faintest whimper.

“What’s the rush, little girl?” He purrs, voice dipping just as he ducks his head towards you. You can feel him breathing against the smooth of your neck, nose so close it makes the hairs on your skin stand.

“Don’t you want to keep me company?”

#lloyd hansen x reader #dark content tw #noncon tw #the mustache made me do it #chris evans

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year ago

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Boobs

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine!reader

summary: Lloyd and his son don’t like to share

warnings: fluff, Lloyd, boobs, breastfeeding

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

It’s dark outside as Lloyd walks through the front door of the Hansen castle. He’s been away since the morning, hunting down a drug dealer. He couldn’t even kiss you good morning because he left at 4am and didn’t want to wake you up. Your son is now three months old and is waking you two up every night because he’s hungry or lonely.

Lloyd really doesn’t understand how LJ can be that small when he eats that much. When LJ got the private doctor’s check up, they told you that he’s a bit small for his age. The doctor assured you two, though, that some kids just are smaller and LJ also came earlier than expected. Lloyd can still remember how small LJ was when he was born.

He may be small, but he got a strong set of lungs that he likes to use around Lloyd, mostly. The men Lloyd tortures in the basements hear the crying of the small Hansen.

Luckily, Sunshine is there to help. Lloyd knows he could never handle LJ alone. First, because LJ is a mama boy and second, because he doesn’t have boobs.

God, he loves your boobs, too.

He never thought your breast could get any more perfect, but he could have never imagined how beautiful they would get once you got pregnant. Not only that, but he literally became obsessed when your breast started to fill and he first ever got a taste of you.

The first time he tasted you, which was not your pussy, you two were having some passionate sex and as Lloyd kissed your chest, he also kissed your breast. At some point, he sucked on your nipple and his mouth immediately filled with your soft milk. You were so embarrassed that Lloyd had to pull out and tell you that you didn’t need to be embarrassed about that.

Lloyd opens the door to the master bedroom, but you are not there. The bed doesn’t look freshly made, meaning that you apparently got woken up by something or rather someone.

“Oh, Junior, keeping your mom up again?” Lloyd says to himself as he makes his way to LJ’s nursery. He can see the soft glow of the lamp from under the door illuminating the dark hallway. Lloyd carefully opens the door and the sight that greets him melts his heart.

You are sitting in the rocking chair, nursing your sweet boy, while humming a soft lullaby. He can see your eye bags and messy hair, which to him makes you look even more beautiful. His college self would have thrown up if he knew he was going to be a father, but now, this is all he wants.

“Hey, Sunshine” Lloyds says quietly. You look up at him with a soft but tired smile, being awake since 2am because LJ keeps screaming his lungs out for you.

“Hey, Moonlight” you answer, tilting your head titling, as he walks towards you. “You are late”.

“I know. My work wasn’t really cooperative” he says and kisses your forehead. Your attention goes back to LJ as he grabs your finger. Lloyd follows and looks down at his son. “Hello to you too, my hungry little boy. Been keeping your mom up the whole night, haven’t you?”.

LJ pulls your finger closer at that, like he understands what Lloyd is saying, making him chuckle. His eyes slowly start to close as he continues to suck on your nipple.

Lloyd looks at you as his son starts to fall asleep.

“Was he a lot of trouble tonight?” he asks seriously, kneeling next to the chair.

“Define trouble”.

Lloyd chuckles, “Did he wake you up a lot of times? Was he just hungry, in need of a diaper change or did he just want mama?”.

“Two times. After the second time I just stayed awake because he wanted the full care package” you say caressing your son’s cheek. Even though he’s been eating, you are still full, which makes your breast hurt.

Lloyd notices how you keep changing your position in the chair while making sure LJ doesn’t stir. A grin flashes on Lloyd’s face.

“You know, when LJ is done and asleep, I could help you. I haven’t had a taste from your milk in a long time” he whispers, kissing your neck. You both know, he had them two weeks ago. “Come on, they taste so-“.

Before he can finish, LJ screams at the top of his lungs, a bit of milk still on his lips. His hand pulling your shirt closer. Lloyd rolls his eyes before looking at you.

“You see that, Sunshine?! He is stealing you away from me and now your boobs” he looks down at his son, “they were mine before you were here. I called dibs back then”.

Like LJ understands, he screams louder and kicks his legs, hitting his dad, making him hiss.

“See! LJ just kicked me, Sunshine” Lloyd says, rubbing his arm. While Lloyd complains, LJ starts screaming louder.

“Ok both of you calm down” you say, tucking your breast back in your sport bra and putting LJ on your chest, rubbing his back. “Lloyd, LJ is a baby. Because of him I produce what you fancy so much”.

“But-“.

“No, Lloyd. He calls dibs on them when he’s hungry, ok?”.

“Sunshi-“ Lloyd tries again.

“You can have them when LJ is not needing them”.

“But I-“.

“Either that or no boobs for you, Mr Hansen” you say. Lloyd looks like a kicked puppy. It doesn’t make it any better that he knows that his infant son is probably smiling right now.

Eventually, Lloyd nods in defeat and lays his head on your lap. A smile breaks out on your face as a pouty Lloyd is now hiding his face in your lap. You comb your fingers through his short hair, which slightly lifts Lloyd’s mood.

Sharing her boobs, or to be more correct, his Sunshine, was never something Lloyd had planned, but now he needs to.

It could be worse, though.

Guess he will just have to share your boobs.

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dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine!reader

summary: Lloyd finds himself getting jealous once he realizes what he’s feeling

warnings: fluff, talk of NSFW 18+, Lloyd, possessiveness, rape, drugs, manipulation, obsessive behavior, denial, acceptance

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is when they both were in Harvard, so way before having LJ. This is the first time we get to see a bit more of Sunshines side of the story

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The air is cold outside, freezing Lloyd’s breath as he walks across the campus. The ground is covered in thick snow, but luckily enough people already walked through it, so it’s pretty much already stamped away. Otherwise, Lloyd would have chosen another way.

Lloyd is making his way to his next class while side eyeing the other students who are already in the Christmas spirit. It’s the first of the December and they are already wearing Christmas sweaters and are talking about how they are so excited to see their families.

He hates the holidays. Blame it on his childhood, but singing song together, going to church and faking happiness when you get some shit from your parents that you didn’t want for Christmas isn’t a thing he likes.

He hates it even more because it’s during winter and he despises that season. Like right now, he’s freezing his ass off. He would like to wear a nice polo shirt, but he can’t. He’s ok with Autumn because it isn’t that cold there yet. Lloyd gets to wear a nice sweater and a thin jacket and that’s it. During winter, he would have to wear the thickest jacket possible, which would make him look like a fucking marshmallow.

He rather freeze than look like a fucking sugar bomb.

“Hey, Moonlight”

Lloyd turns his head to see that you are walking towards him with a smile on your face. You look like a ray of sunshine as you walk towards him. The sun is shining behind you, making you look like an angel send from heaven just for him. He swears his knees almost give in as you then smile at him.

“Hello, there Sunshine” he says, facing you with his fuckboy smile. Lloyd takes in your scent as you stand in front of. If he could describe what heaven probably smells like, he would say it’s you. He quickly breaks out of his trance, trying to act unfazed by your presence. “What brings you here?”.

There was a time where Lloyd was better at talking to girls.

Though he never had a crush on-

“Can’t I just say hi to my favorite law student?” you ask, giving him a teasing smile. Lloyd continues his walk with you walking next to him, while trying to hide his blush.

“Aww I’m your favorite” he teases back.

“Of course. After all, you spend time with me in the library”.

Lloyd thinks back to the day. He thinks a lot about that day actually, and how much he hates Carmichael for showing up at the library.

“No no no, I got forced to spend time with you. The weather decided to be a bitch” he explains.

“Oh, you poor boy” you laugh at his answer, making him chuckle too.

“I’m not a boy, Sunshine. I’m a man. My dick is the living proof of that” he states, pointing towards his crotch. He turns his head towards you as you interrupt in laughter, throwing your head back. Lloyd ignores everything around the both of you and just watches you being happy.

His Sunshine

“Well, for all I know, you could be lying” you respond with a teasing raised brow.

Lloyd bites his lip, thinking of what your reaction would be of seeing his dick. Of seeing him naked in all his glory. He imagines how he would show you. At another frat party? In the football locker room? In your bedroom? In his bedroom? The options are endless, but the thought of him naked in your or his bedroom does something to him. You would be his first to see his room. He never has a girl in his room because he doesn’t want some dirty ass whore liquids on his experience bedsheets. Lloyd has sex with them on his friend’s beds.

He would break this rule for you, though. He would make so many exceptions for you.

Lloyd imagines what you would think when you see him naked. Would you be impressed or perhaps even turned on?

You wouldn’t be disappointed in what you would see. Definitely not. Lloyd knows that he’s massive, so he shouldn’t worry what you would think.

He does, though.

What if you think he’s….small?

What if you’ve seen bigger and better?

Lloyd just keeps telling himself that this wouldn’t happen. All he knows, you could still be a virgin by the way you act and dress. Perhaps you are. Perhaps you never had a boyfriend or someone you trusted enough to take your virginity. Perhaps you need a strong man to take care of you.

Lloyd’s pants start tightening at the thought of being the one who takes your virginity. To be the one to slowly break your walls and lead you through the process of pain and pleasure until you are a mess under him, begging for more. The thought of being the first to touch you, feel you, bring you to your high is making him feel something he never felt before. He knows he’s good at what he does, so he knows he would give you the best experience, how no one else ever could.

The more Lloyd’s mind wanders around this, the more he thinks about you, specifically you, naked.

He imagines what your curves look like under your clothes. How your boobs must feel in his hand. How your stretch marks decorate your soft skin, like an expensive necklace. Where your skin is covered in beauty marks. How your pussy looks, but not in a bad way. He doesn’t mean that your pussy could look unpleasant, he just wants to know what beauty lays under your panties. Lloyd wants to know all the ways he needs to touch you to make you a crying mess.

He imagines how you must look like touching you yourself at night with your little fingers, trying to bring yourself to your release. How you desperately try to give yourself the pleasure no one else is giving you. The sounds you make while you are doing it. Are you quiet? Are you loud? Do you moan or let out soft gasps or murmurs? Do you sometimes hump your pillow or even ride it? What are the things that turn you on?

Lloyd has no clue what could turn you on. Perhaps older men who know what they are doing or guys with the same interest who share the same passion about the Vincent ven Google guy. Just the thought of you liking anyone else than him, makes Lloyd’s blood boil.

“I wanted to congratulate you for winning against Yale yesterday” you say, breaking the silence that’s been going on for a minute now without Lloyd noticing. You reach into your bag and pull out a small container covered in small paint splashes. “Here, for your hard work”.

Lloyd quickly hides his growing boner behind his coat before he takes the container and looks at it, confused. He raises a brow as he studies the container. “What’s that?” he asks, even though his first instinct was to tease you about watching him play.

“A container”.

“No shit, Sherlock. I see that it’s a container” he says, putting on his jerk facade again. “I mean why”.

“As I said, you are my favorite law student and the only one who plays football too and is good at it”.

Lloyd almost blushes, but just almost.

“How many law students are your friends?” he asks, slowly opening the lid.

“Just one” you answer and watch him as he opens it. He stares at the content in the container before looking at you.

“Brownies?” he expected something….different. “I thought in there were condoms. I’m low on them”.

You roll your eyes at him. “Remember what we had when we first met?”

“Sexual tension” Lloyd answers without thinking. As he realizes what he said, he quickly looks up at you from the brownies, scared that you realized what you said, but to his luck, you just continue.

“We had some special brownies, so because of your win, I made you some” you say excitingly.

You noticed what Lloyd said and you are trying your best not to blush at what he said. Since that night where you just wanted to have some peace alone outside and didn’t expect a typical frat boy to join you, you spend every second remembering this event. You remember smelling his expensive cologne and his soft sweater against your arm. You remember how your face heat up when he leaned over you and the butterflies you felt when you looked into those blue eyes of his. Oh, his eyes. The eyes that have been haunting you ever since. You never seen such beautiful eyes. During the years you’ve painted hundreds of blue eyes, but never one’s like his. Since meeting Lloyd, you did more than just that one sketch of him. There are so many of him in your book, created whenever his face filled your mind to the brim. Whenever you felt the butterflies take over and your face heat up again.

You could say you have a small crush on him.

Hell, you didn’t even care that he ruined your favorite self made pastel purple cardigan.

Lloyd smiles as he sees that there are a dozen brownies in that small container of yours. He closes the lid before giving you a small smile. Lloyd thinks about what he’s going to say. He could say ‘thank you’ and take the chance to kiss your cheek.

Should he make a move?

“Where did you get them, Sunshine” he asks instead. He would never admit it, but he got scared.

You try not to let your smile fall at that. He’s allowed to ask that, but deep down you wished he would have thanked you or said that he likes it. “I got the weed from TJ and then started baking”.

“You buy the stuff from the Junior drug guy?”

“Yes, he’s nice and often sells me the stuff for only have the price” you say happily with a smile on your face. You like TJ.

Lloyd’s heart beams as he feels the warmth of your happiness. His face doesn’t show that though, because all he can think of is Thomas liking you.

“You should be careful, Sunshine. Thomas sold some of my friends some stuff that got them to the hospital. Oh, and he took advantage of some girls in which he gave them stuff that made them completely dazed. Once in that condition he lead them somewhere where he then…you know” Lloyd says sympathetically, giving you a pained look.

Of course he’s lying, but he can’t let you go near TJ again if that guy actually likes you. Lloyd knows that TJ never sells stuff for only have the price and that can only mean one thing.

“What?”

“Yeah, I know, but don’t worry, my friends and I gave him a good beating for that” Lloyd assures you, lying like the devil. “Please, don’t go near him again. Please, Sunshine”.

“I…I think that…ok” you say after some seconds.

“Now you could’ve picked a nicer container, you know. This one is not clean” Lloyd interrupts your thoughts of TJ and holds up the container.

“You don’t like the paint stains on my container?”

“That you gave ME” Lloyd throws back, pulling the container to his chest. You chuckle at how pouty he suddenly got.

“Oh come here, you big baby” you say and don’t give Lloyd a chance to talk back again as you take the container away from him.

“Sneaky, Sunshine” Lloyd murmurs as you manage to get the container from the football player. He’s normally faster than anyone else.

Lloyd watches you as you get out some pens from god knows where and start to draw something on the container. He tries to see what you are drawing, but a quick ‘don’t look’ from you makes him look away.

“Ok, here you go” you say after two minutes and give him the container back. Lloyd takes it and smiles at you. He loves how you do things extra for him.

His gaze wanders down, and his eyes immediately widen as he sees what you did. You expanded the paint splatters and made a sun and moon. Not only the sun and moon but also the sky to each one. The upper half is decorated with dark blue and purple lines. In the corner you have the moon and around it small stars. The lower half has orange and yellow lines. The sun is colored in a different yellow, making it stand out from the yellow lines. It doesn’t take Lloyd a second to realize that the lines are a reference to ven Googles Art Style.

“Wow” that’s the only thing that Lloyd manages to say. Everything you gave and did for him is more than anyone has ever done. You are his first. Maybe not his first in means of sex, but you are his first in true kindness.

“Do you like it?” you ask hopefully.

Lloyd’s expression is softer than ever before as he looks into your beautiful eyes.

“I like it…thank you, Sunshine” he says and reaches for your hand. He waits for you to give in and reach for his hand to which you do. Your pinkies lock together, like how they did in the library.

You smile when you hear Lloyd likes it. As he looks at you, he realizes that the sun could never shine as bright as you do. You don’t need the sun to shine.

“I need to get going. My class will start soon and I can’t be late” you say, removing your pinkie from his cold finger. Both of you don’t want this moment to end, but sadly, it has to. “See you” you say before walking away towards your next class. Lloyd watches as you walk away, his eyes following every step you take.

Everything that happened so far, everything that he felt so far, made him realize one thing.

You are his

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