#evan hansen fluff

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey babe!! I'm beyond obsessed with your recent Lloyd/Ransom lollipop fic! Could we perhaps get a follow up where Lloyd tests out said lollipop on reader?👀🥵

hi baby! I'm so so so sorry for taking so long to do your request! I hope you like what I've done.

last part to wedding crasher and the prequel lollipop

summary - after your ex ransom crashed yours and lloyd's wedding and revealing your dirty little secret. your now husband wants to try it out for himself on your honeymoon.

warning - smut, food play, being called a slut, daddy kink.

18+ only please, the gif isn't mine and divider by @newlips

After the wedding and your ex crashing it, Lloyd decided during your honeymoon that he should be allowed to experience your lollipop kink. So, that’s exactly what he did. After a lovely romantic dinner, he led you back up to the room and threw you on the bed, reaching over with a devilish smile as he pulled out a strawberry lollipop from underneath his pillow, bringing you into a rough make out session before he begins with his plans. Which leaves us too now.

“Stay still, Pumpkin. Let daddy fuck you with this sweet treat.” Lloyd growls, you’re sprawled out on the bed, lips puffy and swollen from your husband kissing you roughly, your cunt dripping as you anticipate what’s going to happen. Lloyd lies between your legs, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyes your glistening folds. One hand grips your hip, holding it down while the other rubs a strawberry flavoured lollipop between your folds. The lolly bumping against your puffy clit causes soft whimpers to fall from your lips. “I chose strawberry for us, Pumpkin. So, whenever you see anything resembling a strawberry, you’ll think back to this night.” He smirks, “Be a good girl for daddy.” He says with a hint of a warning behind his words, knowing how greedy you can be once he gives into your desires.

Your eyes roll back as he pushes the sweet treat into your cunt, his cock twitches as he watches you practically suck the thing in as though it were your mouth doing it. “L–Lloyd!” Smack “Daddy!” You moan as he coats the lolly with your juices, picking up the pace and swirling it around, hitting your sweet spot. 

Lloyd thrusts the lollipop faster and harder into your sweet cunt, his thumb connecting to your puffy clit, groaning as your back lifts from the mattress and you begin to squirm. Your fingers curl into the bedsheets as he fucks you hard, slowly turning you into his kinky little slut with each movement. Lloyd huffs out a chuckle, “Huh, your ex was right. You are a kinky little slut.” 

His words cause tingles to erupt throughout your body, juices flowing out of your now strawberry-flavoured cunt as you cum. You slowly sink back into the mattress, hazy eyes locking onto Lloyd’s as he gently pulls out the lollipop, you whimper as you watch him put it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the treat as he collects your taste. Your eyes widen as he crawls up your body, leaning over you with the lollipop hanging loosely in his mouth. He hums, “I think I just found my new favourite treat, Pumpkin.” 

The rest of the night is filled with everything imaginable, not leaving the bed until two days had passed and you were utterly fucked out. 

thank you for reading!

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[sosa2imagines]

Hey can I please request a Lloyd x reader where she is his ex-wife but he wants her back? Maybe they have a child together (they're the only people who he is really sweet and soft with, he lights up when he sees them) and idk maybe their child wants them together too? He's trying to find excuses to see her or kiss her and he has their child as a support?

Idk whatever you find interesting or have inspo for ❤️

Thank you for this amazing ask. I hope you like it. Warning- Little angst and fluff.

Your hands tremble slightly as you pack your son's backpack for his weekend with Lloyd. It’s a routine exchange, one you've done countless times since the divorce, but the familiar ache always lingers. 

Sharing custody of Victor is always a bittersweet affair. Every time you see him, the resemblance to his father becomes more and more apparent. His bright eyes and mischievous smile are like a living reminder of what you once had together. Yet, despite the pang in your heart, you push your feelings aside, knowing that this arrangement is for the best.

The doorbell rings, and you exhale deeply before opening it.

Lloyd stands before you, immaculate in his polo shirt and with that same cocky smirk you've come to know all too well. Despite your best efforts, your pulse quickens at the sight of him, a reaction you've tried to suppress but have never been able to completely control.

Damn that moustache! Always been your weakness.

You fix your expression, forcing a neutral smile as you step aside to let him in. You're used to this routine by now, but the sight of him still dredges up a mix of emotions you'd rather keep bottled up.

“Ready for our little guy?” he asks, his voice annoyingly smooth, like melted chocolate. Victor bolts past you, yelling, “Daddy!” as Lloyd scoops him up effortlessly, peppering his son's face with exaggerated kisses that make the boy squeal with laughter.  

When your son was born, Lloyd had named him Victor, saying he's his biggest victory in life.

You force a polite smile, ignoring the way Lloyd's eyes flick to yours, softening. He always looks at you like that, like you're still the most important thing in his world, even after everything.  

After Sierra Six.  

The memory burns like acid. Sierra Six had been your breaking point. Lloyd's obsession with catching the rogue operative consumed him, pulling him deeper into his dangerous world and further away from you. You had begged him to walk away, to prioritize his family, but he couldn’t let it go.  

“You don't understand, Sugar!” he'd said during one of your final arguments, his voice sharp but his eyes pleading. “This isn't just a mission. It's personal.”  

It became personal for you too, when Six's retaliation nearly cost you and Victor your lives. A car bomb meant for Lloyd had detonated outside your home, leaving shards of glass and smoke as a grim reminder of the risk you couldn’t live with anymore. You’d left that night, taking Victor with you, and filed for divorce shortly after.  

“Thanks for packing his stuff…” Lloyd says now, breaking you out of your thoughts. He hesitates, then adds, “You could come with us, you know? We're just going to the park.”  

“That’s your time with him…” you reply, keeping your tone neutral.  

Victor tugs at your sleeve. “But, Mommy, you should come! Daddy says he misses you.”  

Your breath catches, and Lloyd clears his throat, awkwardly running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Victor, buddy, why don't you go grab your soccer ball from the car?”  

Once Victor bounds away, Lloyd steps closer. “He’s not wrong…” he says softly, his gaze holding yours.  

“Lloyd…” You start to protest, but he cuts you off.  

“I know I screwed up. I know I didn’t protect you the way I should have, but I’m trying, Sugar. I’m trying to fix things. For you. For Victor. For us.”  

You cross your arms, a shield against the vulnerability in his voice. “You can’t just say these things and expect everything to magically go back to how it was.”  

“Then let me show you...” he says, taking another step closer. His hand brushes yours, testing waters. “Let me prove it to you.”  

Before you can respond, Victor runs back, his soccer ball in hand. “I got it! Mommy, are you coming with us?”  

Lloyd kneels down, pulling Victor into a side hug. “Tell you what, buddy. Why don’t we see if we can convince Mommy to join us next time, huh?”  

Victor pouts dramatically, his big eyes, the same shade of blue as his father’s turns on you, “Please, Mommy? Daddy says families should stick together.”  

Your heart squeezes at the sight of them, your two boys. Lloyd stands, his eyes never leaving yours, and he leans down just slightly, so close you can feel the warmth of his breath.  

“Think about it…” he murmurs, before pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. It lingers, a promise in its tenderness, and leaves you standing there, your resolve crumbling ever so slightly.  

As they walk away, Victor waves enthusiastically, and Lloyd throws you a smile over his shoulder. It’s cocky and hopeful all at once, like he knows the kiss wasn’t just for show.  

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll find a way to win you back.  

The weekend passes slowly without Victor. You spend the quiet hours tidying up, trying to distract yourself from the lingering thoughts of Lloyd’s kiss and the words he left unspoken. But no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop replaying his plea, “Let me prove it to you.”  

On Sunday evening, Lloyd drops Victor off as planned. Your son runs inside, chattering about their adventures at the park, the ice cream truck they chased down, and how Daddy let him drive his tiny remote-controlled car.  

Lloyd lingers at the door.  

“Can I come in for a minute?” he asks. His tone is careful, cautious, as though he’s testing the waters.  

You hesitate, but something about the vulnerability in his expression makes you step aside. “Just for a minute…” you say.  

Victor is already in the living room, playing with his toys, oblivious to the quiet tension between you and his father.  

Lloyd takes a deep breath, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “I’ve been thinking about what you said the other day. About things not magically going back to how they were.” He pauses, his gaze locking onto yours. “You’re right. They won’t. And they shouldn’t. Because I want things to be better than they were before.”  

You swallow hard, your heart beating faster, “Lloyd, I…”  

“Let me finish, Sugar.” His voice softens, and he steps closer, closing the distance between you. “I’m not asking you to forgive me overnight. I’m not asking you to forget what I did or the pain I caused. I just… I’m asking for a chance to show you that I’ve changed. That I’m trying to be the man you and Victor deserve.”  

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, but you hold them back. “You think one kiss and a few sweet words will fix everything?”  

“No!” he says firmly. “But I think being here, every day, showing you how much I care… that might. I’m not giving up on us, Sugar. Not now, not ever.”  

Before you can respond, Victor runs up to the two of you, holding a drawing in his little hands. “Look! I made this at Daddy’s house!”  

The picture is messy but a clear stick-figure family of three, all holding hands. Above it, in Victor’s uneven handwriting, are the words, “My family.”

Your chest tightens, and you glance at Lloyd, whose eyes are filled with unshed tears. He kneels down to Victor’s level, gently ruffling his hair. “That’s a beautiful drawing, buddy.”  

Victor grins and turns to you. “Mommy, don’t you think we should be a family again? Daddy’s been so sad without you.”  

You look down at your son, then at Lloyd, who is watching you with a mixture of hope and fear.  

“I don’t know, Victor,” you say softly. “It’s… complicated.”  

“But you love Daddy, right?” Victor asks innocently, his big blue eyes staring up at you.  

You hesitate, the truth sitting heavy on your tongue. “Yes…” you finally admit. “I do.”  

Lloyd stands, his expression unreadable. “Sugar, I know I’ve made mistakes. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for them if you’ll let me.”  

Victor tugs on your hand, his face lighting up with excitement. “Please, Mommy? Let Daddy stay.”  

The weight of the moment presses down on you. Slowly, you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay. Let’s see where this goes.”  

Lloyd’s eyes widen in surprise, and then a rare, genuine smile spreads across his face. “You mean it?”  

“Yes,” you say, a small smile tugging at your lips. “But you’re on thin ice, Hansen.”  

He chuckles, his confidence returning. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Sugar.”  

Victor cheers, throwing his arms around both of you, and for the first time in a long time, you feel a flicker of hope.  

Maybe, just maybe, you can be a family again.  

The days that follow are a whirlwind of emotions. Lloyd takes your cautious ‘okay’ as a challenge to prove himself, and he doesn’t waste any time.  

He starts small, picking Victor up from school, helping him with homework, and showing up at your door with dinner. Each time he’s around, you find yourself torn between wanting to push him away and feeling your walls crumble a little more.  

One evening, as you’re washing dishes, Lloyd appears beside you, drying a plate you hadn’t asked him to touch. “You know,” he says, his voice low and teasing, “we make a pretty good team.”  

“Lloyd, I don’t need your help.” you say, trying to focus on the sink.  

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your cheek. “You might not need it, but I like being here. With you.”  

Your face heats up, and you elbow him gently. “Back off, Hansen.”  

But instead of retreating, he grins and presses a kiss to your temple, quick and soft. You whirl on him, glaring. “What do you think you’re doing?”  

“Testing my limits,” he replies smugly, holding up his hands as if in surrender. “You’re adorable when you’re mad.”  

You roll your eyes, but the blush on your cheeks betrays you. He notices, of course, and his grin only grows wider.  

Lloyd’s efforts intensifies over the period.

Over the next few weeks, Lloyd becomes a constant presence in your life. He shows up unannounced with groceries, fixes the broken cabinet in your kitchen, and even surprises Victor with a mini soccer goal for the backyard.  

One afternoon, while Victor is napping, you find yourself sitting on the porch with Lloyd. He’s unusually quiet, his gaze fixed on the horizon.  

“Why are you doing all this?” you ask, breaking the silence.  

He looks at you, his expression sincere. “Because I lost you once, Sugar. And I’m not making that mistake again. You and Victor… you’re everything to me.”  

The raw honesty in his voice leaves you speechless. Before you can think of a response, he leans in, brushing his lips against yours. It’s soft, tentative, as if he’s giving you a chance to pull away. But you don’t.  

When he deepens the kiss, his hand rests gently on your cheek, you lose yourself for a moment, the familiar warmth of him overwhelming your senses.  

When you finally pull back, your heart is racing. “You’re impossible…” you mutter, your cheeks burning.  

“And you’re beautiful,” he replies, his lips quirking into a lopsided smile. 

Despite your reluctance to admit it, Lloyd’s persistence begins to wear down your defenses. He’s patient with Victor, kind to you, and relentless in his mission to win you back.  

One night, as you’re tucking Victor into bed, he grabs your hand. “Mommy, do you still love Daddy?”  

Caught off guard, you glance at Lloyd, who’s standing in the doorway, watching you with an unreadable expression.  

“I…” you start, unsure of how to answer.  

“I know you do,” Victor says confidently. “Because you smile more when he’s here.”  

Lloyd chuckles softly, stepping into the room. “Our kid is a great observer, you can’t hide anything from him.” he teases.  

“Go to sleep, Victor…” you say quickly, pressing a kiss to your son’s forehead before retreating to the living room.  

Lloyd follows you, closing the door behind him. “He’s not wrong, you know,” he says quietly.  

You sigh, turning to face him. “Lloyd, this isn’t easy for me. You broke my trust…”  

“And I’ll spend the rest of my life earning it back!” he interrupts, stepping closer. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, and I’ll fight for you every day if that’s what it takes.”  

Tears well up in your eyes as you finally let the weight of his words sink in. “I’m scared…” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.   

“I know,” he whispers, cupping your face in his hands. “But I’m here, Sugar. I’m not going anywhere.”  

The next morning, you wake up to the smell of pancakes. Victor’s laughter echoes from the kitchen, and when you walk in, you see Lloyd standing at the stove, flipping pancakes like he’s been doing it for years.  

“Morning, Sugar,” he says, flashing you a boyish grin. “Thought I’d make breakfast for my family.”  

You shake your head, but there’s no hiding the smile on your face.  

Later that day, as the three of you play soccer in the backyard, Victor pauses and looks up at you. “Does this mean Daddy’s staying forever?”  

You glance at Lloyd, who’s watching you with hopeful eyes. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah, buddy... I think it does.”  

Victor cheers, throwing his arms around both of you. Lloyd pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your hair.  

“I love you…” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion.  

And for the first time in a long time, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, you could have your happy ending after all. 

 

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[matchpointfaist]

can we pls get more connor…

connor murphy x cheerleader! reader

this is short i just couldn’t stop thinkin of them! tw for smut, angsty connor, they’re both in college so everyone’s of age!

you weren’t sure how it started, this whole thing between you and connor, weren’t sure where the lines between being acquainted blurred into whatever the two of you were now. he’d transferred to your university halfway through your freshman year, looking every bit the dark, brooding type. you wouldn’t have noticed him, really, if it weren’t for his eyes. half blue, half brown, the most intriguing thing you’d ever seen. you pondered it, distantly, as he had you pushed against the wall of the stock room closet, his hands slipped underneath the top of your cheer uniform, cool against your back. his lips were on yours, warm and insistent, kissing you with an urgency you’d never felt before him.

“games in twenty minutes,” you panted as he drug his lips down to your throat, “need to go soon,” “oh, fuck your game,” he mumbled, and you could practically feel him rolling his eyes, “should just skip it, for once,” “you know i can’t do that,” you argued, shivering as his hands slipped further down, one grabbing at you through your skirt. “yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, kissing just below your ear, “wouldn’t wanna let down all your minions,” “don’t be an asshole,” you exhaled, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair, “we gotta stop, con, can’t go out there all out of breath like this,” “no fun,” he hummed, grinning against your skin. “i’ll come to your dorm later,” you said without thinking, the offer hanging heavy in the air. that was one of the rules of this little arrangement- no real feelings, no going to each others dorms, no meeting each others friends. they’d all three been his idea, and he’d refused to elaborate. he’d never admit it to you, but it felt easier to do this than to risk rejection, risk this little thing between you falling apart as soon as you introduced outside influences. so he kept you all to himself, settling for the pretty little sounds you made in the privacy of empty classrooms, or closets, or under the bleachers. wherever he could get you, really.

he hesitated, holding his breath before finally just nodding, “yeah, yeah. fine, you can come over,” you ignored the way he said it, like he was doing you a favor, opting to pull him back down to kiss him again, smiling against his lips. “gotta go,” you murmured between kisses, “really, gotta go,” “god, fine,” he sighed, pulling away and helping you smooth out your uniform, “your lipstick is smudged,” “yeah, i think half of it’s on your face,” you teased, pulling out your phone and lipstick tube to touch it up. he wiped the corner of his mouth, smiling to himself as his fingertip came away bright red. “see you after the game,” you smiled, kissing his cheek and ignoring his groan of protest as you left yet another lipstick stain. he’d never tell you, never own up to it, but he watched all of your games. he hated football, hated crowds, but it all melted away when he watched you cheering, a wide smile on your lips. knowing that you’d been kissing him only minutes prior only added to the satisfaction he got from watching you, a little added bonus, just for him.

after the game, he headed straight to his dorm, cleaning it as fast as he could and changing into something comfortable enough to lounge around in. you knocked on the door an hour later, standing out in the hallway in shorts and a hoodie, no makeup and your hair down, more beautiful than he’d ever seen you. “hey,” you smiled up at him, “long time no see,” he rolled his eyes, but smiled anyway, moving to the side to let you through the door. “do you smoke?” he asked, watching idly as you glanced around his room, sitting on the very edge of his bed. you nodded, halfway surprised him, “weed, yeah, not cigarettes,” “thanks for the clarification,” he mumbled, sitting down at the head of the bed, rolling a joint as you continued to glance around.

“jesus, will you come here?” he sighed after a few minutes of silence, unable to take it anymore. you looked surprised, but nodded anyway, climbing into his lap when he pat the spot on his thigh, “couldn’t wait, huh?” you teased, kissing his jaw. “mhm,” he hummed, reaching around you to finish rolling, “you wanna get high with me?” you nodded, kissing down his neck, his skin warm under your lips. he pulled back when he finished, fishing a lighter from his pocket and leaning back on his elbows to light it, watching you as your eyes focused on the joint tucked between his lips. he exhaled, the smoke casting a haze over your figure, your hips twitching slightly in what could‘ve been his imagination. he held it out to you, between his thumb and index finger, nearly groaning as you wrapped your lips around the paper, inhaling deeply. “pretty,” he mumbled, holding onto any restraint he had left, “you like it?” “mhm,” you nodded, waiting until he took another hit before sliding off of his lap, settling into the floor in front of him. “what’re you-“ he trailed off as he felt you tug down his sweatpants, sucking in a breath when you trailed your lips over the tent in his boxers, his pulse racing.

“oh, fuck,” he exhaled as you pulled his boxers down too, kissing over his hipbones, all the way down to the base of his cock, your lips leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, “hey, you don’t have to-“ “shh, want to,” you murmured, glancing up at him through your lashes as you took him into your mouth, his eyes rolling back at the feeling. his free hand came to the back of your head, holding it gently, trying to keep his hips from bucking into your mouth any further. you blinked up at him, watching as he rested the joint between his lips, the sight only adding to the neediness swirling through your veins. his fingers tightened in your hair, quiet moans leaving him as you took him deeper, nudging the back of your throat. “fuck, i’m gonna-“ you pulled away at that, a trail of spit from your lips to his skin catching his eye, “not yet,”

“come here,” he pulled you up from the floor, discarding the joint on his nightstand, pulling off your clothes in a flurry of movement between kisses, “never fucked you in a bed before. bet you’re gonna feel even better,” the words sent a jolt to your core, a soft whine leaving your lips as he pulled you back into his lap, nothing separating you now. he leaned back against the headboard, his hands on your hips as he slowly slid you down onto his cock, watching your every reaction. “oh, connor,” you threw your head back, your nails scraping at his chest as he bottomed out inside you, “oh, god that’s good,” “yeah?” he was so full of desire he thought he might choke on it, his voice hoarse with need, “you look so pretty,”

he kept his hands planted firm on your hips as you rode him, watching the way you moved, the way your lips rounded around moans. “come on, come for me,” he panted, desperate to watch the familiar sight, one hand falling to trace circles on your clit. it didn’t take much before you were finishing with a shudder, your head falling to his chest. he fucked you through it, tilting your chin up to kiss you again, his grip on you tightening the closer he got. “so close,” he mumbled against your lips, “god, you feel so fucking good,” you clenched around him, still twitching from your own release, and that tipped him over the edge. he held you tight enough to bruise as he came, thrusting fast and erratic, a string of moans leaving his lips and muffling into yours. “god,” he caught his breath, pulling you down to nestle your face in his neck, “you’re so good,”

“that was much better than in a closet,” you murmured into his shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin, “don’t you think?” “mm, you feel good anywhere,” he ran his fingertip down your spine, trying to ignore how real this all felt, having you here like this, “you could stay over, if you wanted,” “yeah?” you leaned back, shifting on his lap to look at him, surprised, “that’s not too much?” “nah, it’s not a big deal,” he shrugged, like it wasn’t the most important thing he’d done, deciding to let you in, “we can get coffee before class or something,” “yeah?” you lit up at that, even more so, “you’re gonna hang out with me in public?” your tone was teasing, but he could feel the underlying tension, the hurt that you’d pushed aside. “yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes, attempting to play it off, “come on, let’s clean up. i’m tired,”

he let you wear his shirt to bed, let you curl up into his chest and fall asleep like you belonged there, let himself run his fingers through your hair until he fell asleep himself. the next morning, he took you to coffee as promised, let you ask all sorts of questions about his personal life that he swore he’d never tell you. he knew if he wasn’t careful, he’d let himself fall in love with you. that was an issue for later, though. for now, he’d just admire you from across the cafe table, smiling like it was the only place you’d want to be; and maybe it was.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo can I please request a Soft dark! Lloyd Hansen x shy!fem!reader where Y/n leaves her room to go see Lloyd (she has previously tried to run away multiple times, but this time she genuinely wasn’t trying to escape, she just wanted to see Lloyd because she is starting to miss him and wants hugs and kisses). When she leaves her room, one of Lloyd’s guards happens to be walking by and yells at her to get back in her room. She tries to explain that Lloyd said she can free roam the mansion as long as she doesn’t try to run off again, and that she isn’t trying to leave, but he doesn’t believe her. He tries to grab her which scares her so she tries to run past him, but he shoves her and she bumps her head. She is able to get away from him and is crying for Lloyd and runs downstairs and bursts into the room he’s working in (the one with the monitors) and runs into his arms crying🥺 He’d be so shook and worried because she’s sobbing and hurt, and she tells him what happened at the same time the guard comes in and tries to tell Lloyd she was “escaping”. Lloyd looks at the camera (you know he has a ton around the house) to see exactly what happened and… The amount of rage he feels, well… The guard doesn’t make it out of this confrontation… Lloyd would tell Y/n to close her eyes and plug her ears while he “takes care” of the guard who hurt her. Then Lloyd would just hold Y/n and comforts her, and she keeps promising that she didn’t try to escape and he’d definitely reassure her that he believes her🥺 He’d also be proud that she feels comfortable enough with him now to one, want to seek him out for affection, two, for her to view him as her safe place now (their relationship has grown a lot since they first met, she has warmed up to him!)🥹

Not Escaping » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Shy!Female Reader

Summary: One of Lloyd’s guards doesn’t believe you when you tell him that Lloyd allows you to roam freely around his mansion and thinks you’re trying to escape.

Warnings: Soft Dark, Angst (not you and Lloyd), Fluff, language, small mention of blood, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You got bored and lonely in your bedroom while Lloyd was working so you decided to see how busy he is. You left your room and walked down the hall to the stairs to go downstairs.

“Hey!” One of Lloyd’s guards shouts, starling you. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“I’m- I’m going downstairs to see Lloyd.” You tell him.

The guard stared at you, thinking you’re lying.

“I don’t think so.” He says.

You took a step backwards as he approached. Your instincts were telling you to turn around and run, in which you did. The guard grabs your arm with a bruising grip.

“You’re not going anywhere, except back to your room.” He says.

“Lloyd said that- that I can walk around his mansion freely.” You say in a shaky voice.

“Yea, right. For all I know, you’re trying to escape once again.” He says, tightening his grip on your arm.

You whimpered at his tight grip. You used all of your strength to push him away and get out of his grip, but it was no use. He’s stronger than you.

“Stop fucking squirming!” The guard yells.

You didn’t listen. You continued to squirm to get out of his hold on you. To get you to stop squirming, he shoved you against the wall, putting his arm against your back. The front of your body was pressed against the wall uncomfortably. The force of him shoving you against the wall made you hit your forehead against the wall, making you cry out in pain.

“Lloyd!” You cried out.

You weren’t sure if Lloyd was able to hear you or not due to your face being pressed against the wall. You managed to get one of your arms free. You blindly hit him. You used all of your strength to hit him in a place where no man enjoys getting hit. The guard lets go of you, dropping you on the floor.

“You bitch!” He groans in pain.

You scrambled to stand up and ran as fast as you could down the stairs without falling. You ran to the main room of the mansion where Lloyd does most of his work. You ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“Hey, what’s wrong, pumpkin?” Lloyd asks softly.

“He- He- He didn’t believe me when I told him that you allow me to walk around your mansion freely.” You say in a shaky voice.

“The guard?” He asks.

“Y-Yes.” You replied.

“He hurt me.” You added.

Lloyd let go of you to check you for any injuries. He saw a small cut with blood oozing out of it on your forehead. His jaw clenches at the thought of someone hurting his girl. It angered him even more that person is someone who works for him.

“Go to the living room and plug your ears. I’ll be there in a moment, ok?” He says.

“N-No!” You whimpered, grabbing onto his polo shirt.

“It’s going to be ok. I promise.” He almost whispers.

You whimpered softly before letting go of his shirt and went to the living room. Lloyd went upstairs to see if the guard who was rough with you was still up there. He was. He was leaned against the wall and holding himself down there from when you hit him. Lloyd walks over to him and grabs onto his shirt.

“Tell me why the hell you got rough with my girl.” Lloyd growls.

“She was trying to escape.” The guard says.

“No she wasn’t. I gave her full my permission to roam freely around my mansion.” Lloyd says.

“I didn’t know that.” The guard lies.

“Everyone fucking knows that!” Lloyd growls.

“How was I supposed to know that she was telling the truth? She lies and tries to escape all the time.” The guard says.

Hearing the guard say those things about you angered Lloyd more. He got his gun out of his pocket and shot him. Lloyd let go of him, letting his now dead body fall to the floor. He went back downstairs and told two of his employees to clean up something, meaning the guard’s dead body, upstairs in the hall before going to the living room. You were sitting on the couch with your ears covered and sobbing softly. He sat down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. You turned your head to see Lloyd. You uncovered your ears and grabbed onto him.

“It’s ok now, sunshine. You’re ok.” Lloyd almost whispers.

After a moment, Lloyd picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to clean up the cut on your forehead. He sat you on the bathroom sink counter and searched for the first aid kit. When he found it, he opened the kit and examined your cut. Luckily for you, you didn’t need stitches. You just needed a bandaid and you’re good to go. Just to be on the safe side, he cleaned it out with a cotton ball and alcohol. He then put a bandaid on it and kissed that part of your forehead.

“All better.” Lloyd says softly.

You just wrapped your arms around him, not wanting to let him go. Lloyd picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. He gently laid you down on his bed and laid down next to you. He felt you beginning to relax.

“I-I wasn’t trying to escape. I was lonely and wanted to see what you were doing.” You say quietly.

“I know.” Lloyd whispers.

You and Lloyd laid in silence for a little bit. You relaxed and calmed down even more.

“Lloyd?” You say, looking up at him.

“Yes, cupcake?” Lloyd asks softly.

“I love you.” You say.

“I love you too, sunshine.” He almost whispers, kissing you.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

-Bucky’s Doll

[kqutie]

THE PRINCESS' SEVEN MERCENARIES

CHAPTER ONE : A SWIFT ESCAPE

relations. : cevans various/reader -- steve rogers/reader ; curtis everett/reader ; ari levinson/reader ; lloyd hansen/reader ; andy barber/reader ; jake jensen/reader ; ransom drysdale/reader

chpt. sum. : your stepmother wants you dead but you're able to make a swift escape with the help of the huntsman who was meant to kill you. into the woods you go in search of a new and better life!

tags. : mentions of an assassination attempt ; evil stepmothers being evil ; evil queen being evil ; disney princess reader ; snow white and the seven dwarves au ; fairy tale au ; fluff ; domestic fluff in-coming! ; disney princess reader and her seven sexy mercenaries hehe~

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You were right to be suspicious from the very beginning. Ever since your father's honourable death in battle, you had been treated as lower than dirt by your stepmother. She was more than eager to be crowned the new queen of the kingdom and did her best to wipe your existence from the minds of all the people you were supposed to rule one day. Still quite young at the time, you didn't realise her manipulative ways. And you were none the wiser to her malicious intent.

The signs were obvious, every time you met her eyes, the distaste and displeasure were swimming in her narrowed sight, clear as the diamonds in her opulent crown. For quite a long time, you tried to hold out hope that she'd, one day, realise your sincerity, and your genuine want to become a good ruler. All in the hopes that your deceased father would smile at you, proud of your benevolent ruling as rightful queen. But that was your biggest fault. The virtuous desire she saw in your eyes only made her rage, aversion, and fear towards you grow by the day.

It was for her own comfort and self-assurance that you were subjected to live like a servant, dress like a servant, and be treated like a servant, within castle walls, never to be seen by your people again. 

Only the palace servants were allowed to interact with you, yet, they were also under strict supervision to act ignorant of their princess' obvious mistreatment. It wasn't any use, however; your kindness, strength, and sincerity, even at such a young age, had all the palace staff turning a blind eye. Whenever the queen commanded that you be mistreated, or dealt with worse than the stable keepers of the royal horses, they offered their help. Even the guards, who had to report back to the Queen, happily turned in falsified reports in the hopes that your upbringing became more auspicious.

For years, you were treated like a servant under the Queen's, your stepmother's, command to which you readily obliged. The mistreatment, the obvious jealousy she holds for you, the insensitivity you had to suffer, all of it was tolerable because of the wonderful staff surrounding you. You also knew that one day, your justice will be fulfilled. You had already passed your coming of age but you weren't deterred. It's malevolent but, as long as you were able to see the lingering hatred in your stepmother's eyes, no matter how few those instances were, you know that there will be hope for a better future. Through her fears, you will be able to rise and take back what was truly yours from the very beginning – your right to rule. 

But now... now you don't know what to think.

"Sir Remfrey," you call, following the huntsman further into the clearing on the outskirts of your kingdom. It was a beautiful meadow dotted with the prettiest wildflowers you had ever seen but the trepidation in your thundering heart wouldn't allow you to relax. The huntsman you had grown up to view as a beloved, close relative, doesn't respond. He doesn't even spare you a glance — but he can't allow you to witness the obvious conflict in his eyes. He was determined to let you go but when he stares into the dense forest before him, he worries for the life of his princess, the true ruler of the kingdom he so loved.

"Princess..." the huntsman finally stops just at the boundary of the forest. In a moment reigned by taught nerves, Remfrey tightens his hold on the basket full of food, spare clothing, and other useful supplies for your safe escape. "I am meant to kill you today by order of the Queen,"

Even though you shouldn’t have been surprised, a startled gasp still escaped your parted lips. For a long time, you've been conscious of your stepmother's paramount dislike of you, but never took her for someone who would command that you be killed. 

Words fail you and your hands begin to shake as you hug yourself for comfort. It's a morbid thought but at least you were finally given some new clothes before your death — the only silver lining you could think of in such a dire situation. The fabric of your new A-line dress is soft but durable, its length protecting you from the occasional breeze, down until your mid-calf. This morning when you were presented with it along with a thick and cosy, cable knit cardigan, you were elated. It's been years since you were presented with new casual clothes and, upon their presentation, a spark of hope lit up your eyes... that is, until Sir Remfrey came to escort you to an unknown location for a surprise outing by order of the Queen. You weren't stupid but were, nonetheless, stupid enough to follow her ambiguous orders.

"Sir Remfrey please–"

"But I will not do that," the seasoned hunter, the bulky, tall, alpha-presenting man, faces you with tearful eyes, his knees dropping to the grassy ground as he urges you to hold onto the wicker basket he had brought along, "I'm letting you go here, my princess, and I will handle the rest. You must run and never look back; today you really did die so please..." he begs with a quivering voice, touching his forehead to the back of your hand, "please start a new and better life, one that is full of happiness, one that you deserve,"

With tears in your eyes, you embrace the huntsman tenderly, your arms unable to fully circle his broad shoulders, "what will you do? I know she is evil and if she finds you have disobeyed, Sir Remfrey, your family—"

"Will be alright," he reassures in the same whisper you had used to express your concern. Even when knowing your mournful fate, you still thought of him and his family – you are truly a better ruler, a better person, than the Queen could ever be, "I plan on returning with a wild hog's heart as evidence instead," he pulls away to smile at you, patting your head affectionately as he had always done, viewing you as the third daughter he never had, "and I plan on leaving the kingdom with my family soon after, you need not worry about me or anyone else, just yourself,"

He warns you of the dangers the forest presents but it is still a safer haven than the palace. No matter how well-decorated the grand structure may be, at least in the forest, you remain alive. He also lists off the necessities kept hidden in the basket: spare clothes, enough food for a week and some spare gold coins that the staff managed to scrap together as well as 'borrow' from the treasury (with the help of the palace accountant). Everyone at the castle, except the Queen, knew of the plan today and had worked together to keep you safe and give you another, better chance at life. It touched your heart so much that, despite the dismal circumstance, your eyes filled with tears of joy.

So as you traverse over the forest floor, Sir Remfrey's words echo in your head: keep running and don't look back! Create and live a better life!

It broke your heart to be leaving your kingdom and your people like this but... what can you do? A part of you feels guilty for not acting sooner and for allowing things to get this far but another part tempers your self-accusation gently. You were only a child. You had every right to feel guilt over this but the only thing you can and should do is look forward. You haven't yet fully escaped the Queen and you wouldn't dare endanger Sir Remfrey's life after all that he has done for you despite also putting his family in danger.

Keep running!

Don't look back!

Keep running!

Don't look back!

Keep running!

Don't look back!

The sun crawls slowly above you as your feet become heavier and heavier, it's come to the point where you're beginning to drag your shoes along the dirty forest floor and have come dangerously close to tumbling over several times. Thankfully, the trees were there to save your fall, their trunks and branches provided a sturdy foundation to rely on amid your toppling form.

Your throat feels like sandpaper but you resist reaching into the basket for the bottle of milk stored deep inside; you don't know how long it'll take to find a village that you could reside in without a beaten path to lead you the way, so your endurance was being put to the test. It all seems hopeless but you don't want the efforts of the kind palace staff to go to waste, they've sacrificed so much for you, you wouldn't dare put their efforts in vain. Magic items were a privilege of high society, rich nobles, and powerful organisations, only very few knew what was in the Queen's full magical arsenal so you needed to get away as far as possible and quickly!

Just a little longer you think to yourself, pushing forward with a new determination. 

Multiple trees pass you by, their trunks and low branches offering support for the hazard that was their knobbly roots. Time no longer was a factor of thought, instead, it was the throbbing in your downtrodden ankles and the ache in the arches of your feet, how long have you been travelling like this? At this point, walking without shoes was an incredibly enticing idea. The dragging of your feet weighs down your sore, hopeless heart and you're soon having to suppress a sob.

But just as all hope escapes you, the distant sound of a running river raises your spirits. Pulled forward by the steady stream, you eventually break through the forest boundary to rest at the river bank. The water was crystal clear and glittering with the early afternoon sun. You wasted no time in leaning down for a drink and, once you had satiated your thirst, you carefully dipped in your naked feet and sighed in the relief that the cool water brings. The tenderness of your arches and ankles was quickly swept away with the water. It was a blissful reprieve that you took full advantage of.

Reaching into the basket, you pull out a small collection of fruit and nuts to snack on before withdrawing a more filling sandwich. The staff had been incredibly generous. They had given you a full pouch of gold coins, food, clothes, and a charmed wicker basket to hold it all in — the internal storage of the modest accessory was endless but it remained the same weight no matter how much you filled it up. It was a rather expensive item that could only be afforded by nobles and royalty who would sooner gift the basket to their staff for use in picnic outings and the like. It was quite handy to have while you worked about the castle along with the rest of the palace staff.

As much as you would have liked to remain sitting at the river bank with your feet dipped in its cool, racing waters, you still had to keep moving forward. For now, you opted for following the river in the hopes that you'd eventually be led to a nearby town as most tended to revolve around freshwater sources. Happily, you dabbed on some of Alma's homemade peppermint and lavender essential oil, stowed in a small glass bottle within the basket. You think fondly of the time you spent making homemade remedies, teas, powders, and all sorts with the elderly palace herbalist, wife of the gardener. They were a lovely couple who taught you everything you know along with many other individuals about the palace staff. One of the most useful things Alma taught you is that peppermint and lavender were deeply despised by bugs and pests, so to save yourself of any troubling bites, you dabbed on the oil generously. Another benefit was the beautiful fragrance helped mask the stench of sweat on your brow.

Refreshed and less panicked, you continue on your new path by the river. You expected another long journey ahead but soon came across a beautiful cottage that stood in a clearing on the other side of the running water. Thankfully a humble wooden bridge was there to help you cross the river. Circling the cottage, you recognise several raised beds full of carefully grown produce, it was the start of an expansive and impressive garden that stretches all around the cottage's perimeter. The cosy structure looked well-kept and huge with many windows and levels, you wonder how many rooms such an isolated cottage could have and for what reason. Nevertheless, this was the first sign of life on your journey and you were eager for shelter and, perhaps, some directions too.

Patting down your dress and sweater for any lingering dust or dirt, you took a breath and steadily made your way to the front door. It was certainly a property that needed admiring so you wondered why it was so remotely placed. You didn't let such thoughts linger for too long, however – perhaps the home owner/s liked their privacy. Stepping up to the heavy front door of the property, you quickly knock before you get the chance to lose all confidence.

No answer.

You gave a secondary knock and even a third knock but there was still no answer. Is nobody home? You ponder thoughtfully.

"Hello?" You call out, somewhat, hesitantly but still receive nothing. It wasn't in your nature to intrude but you really needed a place to stay, just for the night. You'll promise to leave in the early morning, provided that they offer you some helpful directions. Instead of knocking again, you try the doorknob and find no resistance. The wooden door happily invites you into the cottage’s front room. 

The space inside was dark and bedraggled. Unused surfaces were covered in dust and a pile of dirty laundry took up a corner space. You couldn't believe that such a sparse interior could be made so messy. Organised chaos was your best attempt at describing the spaces you walked through. Silas (the palace cook) would have lost his mind at the sight of the kitchen and Frances (the head maid) would have fainted from the unclean environment. The air reeked of countering alpha scents too; you managed to pick up seven distinct aromas and swallowed nervously. As an omega, you were heavily encouraged to avoid all alpha-dominated spaces but didn't have much of a choice at this moment. At least the cottage seemed to be empty for now. Not only that but in this modern world, everybody is equipped with their individual, second-gender suppressor accessory – it’s standard for the safety of all people. If the homeowner was civilised, you're sure they would never go out without theirs; you never even took yours off, and most people didn’t.

"No one seems to be home..." you whisper to yourself, gnawing at your bottom lip in thought, "and I've been very rude for intruding like this..." Observing the space around you once more, you wonder how you could somehow mitigate the owner's negative reaction to your trespassing, "maybe if I clean up a bit, they'll forgive me for barging in like this," with your optimistic thought, you got set to work, "I can do their laundry too and…" you eye their kitchen space, "maybe if I make them something special to eat, they won't be so angry," giggling to yourself somewhat, you remember Silas' knowledgeable words 'nobody could eat a delicious meal and stay angry or sad'. He often used that to get back into his wife’s good graces and it seemed to work flawlessly, every single time — hopefully, you can do the same in this instance. 

First things first: a general clean up of the area was urgently needed. However, you also had to open every window nearby; the amount of dust and dirt your movements lifted into the air was suffocating. You remain on the ground floor where most of the community rooms are located such as the living area, kitchen/dining room, and a large farmhouse-style conservatory, which stretches into the back garden.

The living area and dining area didn't take too much time, it only needed a little reorganising and dusting. The kitchen took a little more out of you so you took a quick break, where you leisurely got the laundry settled. Thankfully, the conservatory was equipped with an enchanted washing apparatus that you were used to operating from the palace. It was peculiar to find in such a humble setting but you didn't know the full background of the homeowner so you didn't question too much.

Little by little, the once unclean space became decent again. But it was missing something… something homey. Before getting started with dinner preparations, you fetched a newly cleaned glass vase from one of the many cupboards you were able to neatly organise and went out to collect some beautifully blossomed flowers to present at the dining table. You managed to arrange a pretty bouquet featuring bright purple and indigo blossoms, eucalyptus sprigs, bunches of dainty white florets and other miscellaneous greenery. Happy with the floral decoration, you turn your full attention to food preparations. 

Some minutes into food prep, the laundry washer was finished and you went to hang the freshly washed clothes up to dry on the washing line. It was helpful that you were able to keep your eye on the laundry through the window above the sink, looking into the conservatory space, which overlooked the back gardens. The interior design was very open and spacious, where, even if you were in one room, you were still able to peek into several others without much effort — you quite liked it; everything was connected but still had its own place. 

Getting stuck doing the chores was familiar. The tasks were comforting as they brought to mind the many friendly faces of the palace staff. They helped raise you, provided tutelage on their specialised skills and ensured that you didn't miss out on the vital education all princesses were entitled to, all behind the tyrannical Queen’s back. Silas the chef de cuisine, Frances the head maid, Henry the head butler, Ernest and Abigail the royal librarians, Alma the herbalist and her husband Otis the gardener, Amos the accountant, Cecelia the palace doctor and her assistant Victor, the brother of Violet who was the royal bookkeeper, Hansen, the royal guard and his friends, Abraham the palace mage and so many more amazing people. You miss them all so much, your found family amongst all the hardship you were forced to face by order of the Queen. In your heart, you know that without their help and kindness, you wouldn't have had the courage to be kind anymore. These chores connect you back to them, in a way, and you are happy to swim in the remembrance and familiarity while putting the skills they've taught you to good use.

Despite the original grim state of the cottage, their enchanted cool storage was supplied generously and ran as smoothly as the walk-in cooler of the palace. There was some space for the milk, cheese, and other perishable food items stowed in your charmed wicker basket so you happily stowed those away first before setting out ingredients for the hearty dinner you had planned.

Slow-cooked, tender beef stew with fresh bread rolls and, for dessert, some easy banana bread with chocolate chips and whipped cream. Considering the clothes sizes you had laundered earlier, you assume that whoever lived here needed to be fed an above-average amount — a challenge you were happy to step up to.

Excited to put your cooking skills to the test, you get started with assembling the bread dough so that it has time to proof under the remaining daylight. After that, you quickly went about prepping the many vegetables needed for the stew before finally getting started on searing the meaty beef chuck you found, carefully wrapped in butcher's paper. Some of the seasonings you couldn't quite reach as the cupboards were rather high up so you had to climb onto the kitchen counters at some points. Nevertheless, the domestic, calm scene had you humming a simple tune, imagining Silas observing your progress from over your shoulder and smiling to himself with fulfilment – he always took such pride in teaching you well on navigating the kitchen, from sharpening knives and keeping a tidy space, to maintaining inventory and memorising a range of different recipes to fit any and every occasion.

While the beef stew was simmering over a steady, slow fire, you got to finishing up your bread rolls and finally tossed them into the oven, where you eventually got started on the banana bread and whipping cream. It was a shame that the kitchen space was barely utilised despite the impressive charmed appliances available for use. The homeowner's kitchen space was also incredibly big and it came with two beautiful ovens, meaning that you could cook the bread rolls and chocolatey banana bread at the same time — it was a home cook's dream cooking space. The only conclusion was that the homeowner wasn't suited for cooking but you were happy to fill in that scarcity, especially if it made them less mad at you for intruding…

Wiping the thought from your head, you allowed the delicious aroma to fill the kitchen while you went to collect the newly dried laundry and placed the piles in the conservatory space, ready to be folded neatly. It was a little unfortunate that you couldn't extend your labour to the upstairs spaces but you've infringed on the homeowner's space enough; you don't think a simple cleaning or a hearty meal could convince anyone to remain calm if they found that their private bedroom space was also carelessly invaded.

Everything was going well and you're positive you would make a good first impression. If you were determined enough, you're sure the homeowner would be willing to overlook your trespassing on their property. Hopefully, they'll also be convinced to let you stay the night and offer you some directions to leave for the following morning; you've already intruded enough, you couldn't possibly ask for extended shelter too... although it would be very much appreciated on your part.

Yawning softly, you take out the bread rolls and place them on a wire rack to cool, waiting a little longer to do the same for the chocolatey banana bread. On occasion, you would check on the bubbling beef stew over the small fire, but the longer you cook it, the better the flavour and the more tender the meat becomes, so you weren't too worried. The only time you added to the pot was when you felt as though the broth had gotten too low and needed replenishing. 

"It should be ready in another hour or so," you murmur to yourself as you cover the pot once more and clean up the kitchen space as you go. You push yourself to finish ironing and folding the laundry in the conservatory before finally admitting to your tiredness. Allowing the fatigue to consume your figure, you settle yourself in the living room and curl up on the large sofa. With the throw blanket covering you, one of the sofa cushions supporting your head and the other hugged to your chest, sleep found you easily. In your dreams, you imagine being warmly accepted by the mysterious homeowner, who eventually helps you on your way to a quaint little village that you happily settle into and start a new life in.

"Captain!" Jake fumbles his way towards Steve. The morning had been a rush and flurry of activity as the group found a potential lead but was met with yet another dead end and returned back to square one. Now, as they make their way back to their temporary home, a complimentary asset that came with their year-long mission, Jake was finally able to check on their security system but panicked as soon as he saw the breach alert.

"What is it, Jake?" Steve sighs and carefully massages his temples. Four months into their mission and they have yet to make much progress at all. Things were optimistic in the beginning but time was running out quicker than he expected. As the captain, he often has to remind himself to be patient but it's hard to get a bird's eye view of things when you're in the thick of it.

"There was a breach at the cottage!"

"What?!" Lloyd snaps with Ransom close behind him. It's been years since they've had a stable home space and now it's been broken into?! This was the one clause in the contract they were adamant about for the ounce of stability it provided on their normally volatile profession; they refuse to have such an invaluable property taken away before its agreed-upon time!

"I thought you said that barrier made the cottage invisible to everyone but us!" Ransom barks with barely restrained outrage, adding to Steve's headache but the philanderer doesn't pay his captain's chilling glare any attention.

"Yes—!" Jake huffs from confusion and astonishment at the bewildering facts before him, "But because the cottage is also very isolated, it's not as high-level a barrier as it could be so high-affinity magic users can see right through it and possibly even break through,"

His explanation further angers the two main antagonists of the alarming news but, ever the mediator, Ari steps up with a calming air, "We're almost home so we can take care of things soon enough," Steve gives the mechanic of the group a grateful smile. Yes, the circumstance, after such an exhausting day, wasn't ideal but he will always appreciate additional help when taming the two wild cats of their mercenary group.

Seeing their home just ahead, Ransom and Lloyd begin to rush forward but are immediately stopped by Curtis' unyielding limbs. With a grunt, the silent surveyor and guard forces them back in warning.

"We don't know who's inside but from what Jake said it's a high-affinity magic user," Steve scolds deeply in a hushed whisper, "we can't just rush in blindly,"

The group look at their homey cottage and observe all signs of activity within. Some windows were left open with the curtains drawn, a soft golden light emits from inside and the small chimney positioned by the kitchen is billowing with smoke. It's obvious that someone else had made themselves at home in the mercenary group's absence.

"That's strange," Andy admits, seeming to have read Steve's mind as the two turn to lock eyes.

"Doesn't seem like the intruder is looking to ambush us," Steve completes their shared thought, "but that still doesn't mean they can't harm us so stay on your guard," Steve directs the group to opposite entry points about the cottage. This improves their chances of surprising their intruder as well as covering more ground. They reconnect their earpieces before setting forth on their stealth positions about the cottage; naturally, Steve separates Lloyd and Ransom to avoid their troubling behaviour together.

"Ari, Ransom, and Jake go in from the back. Curtis, Andy, Lloyd, and I will head in from the front," Steve eyes Curtis and Lloyd, "you two split off to search the upstairs while Andy and I head through to the kitchen. If we can, we’ll regroup there," with an affirming nod from all parties, they split up and take their positions accordingly. 

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a/n : this is just the beginning but i hope you darlings enjoy the series so far! please comment, like, reblog and tell me what you think, i'd really appreciate it! — bit of a bad time posting this on kinktober but we move haha!

p.s this is my first time writing for these sexy men so please go easy on me and my characterisation of them (ó﹏ò。)

[eccentricallygothic]

I kinda ran late for school this morning but I couldn't help but think about…

Profound husband!Lloyd who holds your toddler on his hip while knocking on the bathroom door when you're still washing up in the morning. You verbally express your annoyance and he apologizes because the kids just won't have anything besides you. 

Profound husband!Lloyd who does his best to handle the bunch when you're out of it and during mornings because he knows you're not a morning person and such a sensory load on top of it is too much for you.

Profound husband!Lloyd who steps aside with an apologetic smile when you huff as you open the door but make no effort to interact with the bunch and walk away, ignoring the multiple “Mommy, Mommy”s. 

Profound husband!Lloyd who just snorts when you grumble “Get all that away from me” before walking to the balcony. He sends the kids to the breakfast table with a promise that you two will be joining them soon, handing them the toddler too. 

Profound husband!Lloyd knows you don't mean it the way you put it and that you love your family and children as much as he does. But you're his original baby. He knows how sensitive and moody you can be at times. 

Profound husband!Lloyd doesn't mind. He carefully approaches you and comfortingly rubs your arms from behind. “Hey, don't be mean. The kids just love you is all” he still chooses to remind you for the sake of his children. “Like you love your own mom.” 

Profound husband!Lloyd doesn't mind as you scoff and roll your eyes. “But I am not my mom. She's a wonderful woman and mother. I am just… me.”

Profound husband!Lloyd sighs as he gathers you up in his arms and kisses your cheek. “Hey, now” his nose grazes your soft skin. “You're just as amazing. I'd honestly say you're better.” He knows you're not too confident in yourself at times. Especially as a wife and mother. “You're perfect, honey. Just stay with us.” Warm comfort washes over you and let yourself relax in his arms. “The kids love you. I love you.” You have a knack for constantly recalculating your worth and doubting your make. Luckily for you, you've profound husband Lloyd to always catch you when you're about to fall.

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My first Lloyd fic was a soft fluff, I love that man like he's my own old man, and I am afraid I'll die on that ship.

[stuckyslut8]

Right where you belong

Summary: lloyd comforts you after a long shitty day.

A/N: THSI IS JUST a comfort drabble i made one day, felt like posting it

warning: fluff, angst, lloyd is a cutie as always.

You felt like absolute shit, you didn't know what to do, you just got fired from your job, it didn't matter , you never liked it anyway, but it still didn't hurt any less, you should've known your boss wasn't kidding on the submission of the work on time. The one time you forget to submit on due this happens.

You didn't know what to do, that's why you were currently on your way back to your apartment, sure you're job paid you good enough to rent out a big apartment in New York, one with a great view of the city, but it suddenly felt lonely. Like you had no one to share your sorrows with, when you entered, you weren't in the mood to deal with your mom , and didn't wanna worry her . Your "friend" Sam from work is such a bitch you didn't know why you still hang out with her, she was partially the reason you got fired.

You opened the door of your apartment, and entered in , expecting silence that you knew you had to wash down with some whiskey along with your sorrows, but instead you found lloyd , the 6 foot moustache man sitting in your couch in an ugly Christmas sweater and loafers, wearing a santa hat,he gave you a big grin. "Didn't expect me did ya sunshine?"

You froze , overwhelmed with emotions, you only remember tears streaming down your face as you let it all out, being cradled again Lloyds chest. "Shh..shh .. calm down didn't know you missed me so much " he joked , but he knew this was about something more than that, he'd never seen you cry before ,we'll except for those stupid movies you'd watch, he'd never seen you upset over real world things.

You wept and wept and wept before you finally told him everything, it was not just getting fired from your job, but your bitch friends, having the worst week of your life, having to spend Christmas alone without lloyd because he had been away for work . "Shh it's okay sunshine...so what that asshole fired you, you'll find a better job at a bigger place, that company was not good enough for you anyway . " He reasoned. Just those words made you feel better .

"thanks Lloyd, that's what I think too, i ...maybe i should leave new york and look for a job elsewhere." Lloyd rubbed your back soothingly, calming you down.

"of course sunshine.....move to masechussetes with me yeah? Move in with me yeahh, I can wake up to you everyday." Lloyd says. You were shocked , didn't expect it from lloyd hansen of all people, you both were just hooking up , never wanting to put labels , but couldn't stay away from each other ,though you both lived in different states, but you always knew he cared for you in his own way, you just never expected these words to come out of his mouth.

"Lloyd.." you smile at his words."I need to find a job in Massachusetts first ..."

"ohh come on ,just be with me I'll take care of ya, you don't need a job..."

"you don't get to decide that if I need a job or not.." though you knew he was just messing with you and trying to cheer you up.

"hmm I know that ,...how bout this,you move to masechussetes with me first and we'll make up for all the most time , and I'll apologize for working through Christmas..."

"you better -" you glared at lloyd playfully.

"oh or course i plan to, why did you think i wore a fucking Christmas sweater and this hat.."

"hmm looks good on on you" you says laughing.

"well thanks sunshine...as I was saying, move to masechussetes first and then maybe we'll look for a job for you." He said placing his hands gently on your hips

"that's not how it works.. lloyd, I need to find a job first , and then move-"

"oh come on you don't even need a job, just stay in my place you'll get whatever you want , you can just stay there painting or reading books all day or whatever it is you feel like doing, maybe me, you can do me all day... And then if you really want to we can get you a job there."

"that does sound like a dream ..but I'm fine i don't expect you to take care of me I can take care of my-"

"yeahh yeahh you can take care of yourself, I know, you're very capable sunshine I've seen it first hand, but just ...let me " he pressed a kiss to the back of your palm.

"I have no problem in letting you take care of me baby...i - " you held yourself back from saying those words though you've both said it multiple times during sex or when you were drunk. It wasn't offical y/n , don't make a fool of yourself,don't make a scene.

"what was that sunshine, complete your words .." lloyd said grinning.

"I love you" lloyd pressed his lips to yours the moment you said it.

"I know babygirl, i love you too ." You allowed your arms around him. "And i want you to be mine, that's all in asking."

"you want me to move to masechussetes?" You ask head still buried in between his arms and firm chest.

"I'd love for you to... but only if you want to, if you wanna stay in new york that's fine too"

"noo i ...I wanna be with you." You said.

"then move to masechussetes?" Lloyd asked hopefully.

"gimme kisses first and maybe put that mouth of yours to good use." You said poking at Lloyds chest.

"well somebody's demanding." While he was already on his knees spreading your legs wide open .

"I've had a shitty day ,I deserve this " .

[buck-star]

How would Lloyd react at you decorating the tree alone?

Jaqui, thank you for the sweet ask and joining my little holiday game. So how would Lloyd react at you decorating the tree… without him. I have a few different thoughts but I think we will have the fluffy one.

Authors Note: Just a little slightly domistic Lloyd becuase we sometimes need this man to be a soft little puppy, who loves his girl so much. He would do everything for her and just be a sweet man.

Masterlist | Holiday game

He wouldn’t be mad, even though he’s a though guy and has a cold expression all the time, he’s never cold toward you.

So when he comes home to the tree being already half decorated and you fidgeting with a few more lights to put into it, he only leans into the door frame and watches you.

Of course, he loves to help you decorating it. But he also knows how stressed you are to make everything pretty, to have everything perfect.

Something he loves you for. As much as he hates having you stressed out or doing stuff on your own when he could help, he also knows that some things will help you to calm down.

“Thought I said you should wait with the tree so I can help you, cupcake,” he says. His soft is voice and not a hint of judgement, but he just couldn’t help himself. “It looks beautiful, just like you.”

Lloyd pushes himself off the doorframe and walks closer to you. His eyes never leaving you until he wraps his strong arms around you to pull you closer. Your back resting against his broad chest and he takes a few steps backwards with you to admire the Christmas tree.

Before you can open your mouth to tell him it’s not finished yet he leans his head down. His chin resting on your shoulder and you can feel his warm breath against your neck.

“How about I’m gonna help you finishing the tree and after we can make some hot chocolate and eat those delicious cookies we made, cupcake?” He suggests, exhausted form his mission but never too bad to not help you or jsut spend time with the love of his life.

You nod, leaning your head back to enjoy his warmth and affection for a moment before you have to jump back in the hectic of Christmas. At least until the tree is decorated, after you will sit down with Lloyd, snuggled into his side while you’re watching the grinch, because it’s just way too funny to have Lloyd complaining that he would never do it like that.

And he has to know because Lloyd was such a grinch before he met you, before you showed him the magic, the love, the warmth and perfection of Christmas — of being happy and in love with someone who’s not just himself.

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Like Father Like Daughter

Summary: Lloyd Hansen is a former CIA agent slash mercenary slash sociopath who gets off on the doing the most unspeakable things. When his high school sweetheart gets in a coma, he finds out she took from him more than just his heart and a promise ring.

Pairing: Dad!Lloyd x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 6.6k

Warnings: mentions of death, hospitals, murder, guns, violence, Lloyd being mean to his daughter (you), daddy issues dynamics, death of a parent.

Author's note: this is a repost.

Minors, do not interact.

Masterlist

You were growing to hate hospitals. The sterile smell, white walls, floors and ceilings, doctors and nurses wearing those annoying scrubs that made everything much more depressing.

You were growing to hate light colors.

Tired of reading, you took a sip of your water bottle, eyeing your mother's asleep form on the hospital bed. She was pale, with dark circles under her eyes and tubes everywhere. She was stable, but they had no idea when she would wake up. 

Or if she would.

"She got lucky." The doctor said to your grandma, after explaining the after a car accident of that nature, your mother being alive was a miracle.

You didn't think of luck at all. Not when you got out of school earlier, seeing your grandpa in tears while he crushed your limbs in a hug, sobbing in your hair and repeating like a prayer that everything was gonna be okay.

Your sweet, cheerful and loud mother have been at such a state for so long. Two months in, and you could hear the nurses gossiping when they thought you were asleep cuddling your mother.

"Keeping this patient is useless. She's as good as dead".

You started to lose hope, but you couldn't give up. Your mother had to come back at some point.

She was the only person you could count in. Of course, your grandparents were great, but a child's place is with their parents. Or just your mother, in your case.

When you were younger you pried as much as you could, but she would refuse to tell you anything about your father, only telling you that he walked out on her before he even knew she was pregnant and she never heard of him since.

Somehow, you didn't believe her.

But after the accident that almost took your mother from you, you couldn't really care less about a father that you never knew.

And as the time passed by, all you did was pray that your grandparents didn't lose hope too. After all, the decision to keep the life support on was theirs.

"You can either tell me what the hell is going on or I can just gut you like a pig, which one is gonna be?" Lloyd grinned at one of his spies. The man had been working for him for years now, a record that was getting Lloyd uneasy.

He would have to kill him soon.

"I found something interesting, that's all." The man replied, and poured a generous dose of whiskey on one of the glasses that was by Lloyd's coffee table.

Lloyd looked at him, amused.

"I didn't realize you had a death wish, getting yourself comfortable with my Scotch and everything."

"It's not for me, Hansen. It's for you." Klaus replied, emotionless. 

Lloyd sat up, getting tense. Klaus passed him the glass, and he almost gave in the impulse to use it to break the moron's skull.

"I'm gonna ask again, and if I don't get a straight answer my gun is gonna get friendly with your brains." Lloyd took the gun from the holster and aimed at the man's head.

"Your ex fiancée is in a coma".

Lloyd let a breath out.

"And that's all this fucking tension about? Why would I give a fuck about that bitch? It's been more than thirteen years-"

"She has a daughter about that age." Klaus cut the infuriated Lloyd. "She looks a lot like you. Blue eyes, dark hair. Same dental arch..."

The same motherfucking asshole smile. He wanted to complete, but kept his mouth shut. Lloyd was impulsive and unpredictable, and after working with him for long enough, anyone would get a taste of almost getting murdered by him on his multiple mood swings.

Lloyd's head tilted to side.

Oh fuck. 

"So, you're saying that I'm stupid enough to get some bitch pregnant by accident?"

"You popped the question to her, thought."

"I was young and stupid."

"And now, you're just stupid."

"For the sake of our fake friendship I'm gonna let that slide. And why were you even sneaking into her shit, anyway?"

"I wasn't. Do you remember the bounty you collected two months ago on that senator's head?"

"How could I forget?" Lloyd rolled his eyes. "It was a hell of a car chase."

"Well, the senator driver's car crashed into hers."

...

Lloyd really loved irony. But not when it came to bite his ass back.

After Klaus showed him some pictures of you in the hospital your mother were in, not even him could deny. You looked exactly like him, but with long hair and without a mustache in your baby face.

"Fuuuuuck!" He threw the glass across the room, hitting the wall, and getting it smashed into million pieces. 

His sneaky job almost got his daughter's mother killed, for fucks sake. How would he tell you that? Did he even want to face you?

Klaus kept quiet while Lloyd threw his tantrum. Then, he spoke:

"When am I taking you to her?"

Lloyd turned to face him, angry.

"I'm not gonna meet some brat just because I found out she came from my balls!"

He couldn't really care less about your mother. He loved her (or thought he did) and then it was over. It was okay, he got over it. But he was not about to meet a child he knew he never wanted.

And what benefit would he bring to your life, dragging you to his mess?

Lloyd made up his mind. He would just ignore your existence.

"In what room is she, again?"

"301, boss." Klaus replied, trying to hide the smirk on his face.

Lloyd rolled his eyes, but chose to ignore him nonetheless. He was neither soft nor wanted to be a dad, but he was a curious motherfucker. So, the next day, first thing after knowing you were out of school, he made Klaus take him to the hospital.

"I'm here to see my daughter. Her mom's on the room 301."

The receptionist, who was not really interested, just pointed directions and waved him off. When he got in front of the door, he almost chickened out.

Oh, come on, he was not to be afraid of some child.

Even if it was his.

So, he knocked on the door. He knew you'd be there. You've never left your mother's side after school hours, and your grandparents didn't mind indulging you.

He heard a soft "Come in!" and took a deep breath before finally turning the doorknob.

It was a lot to take in.

Your mom, the only woman he ever loved, looking small, pale and pathetic. It was nothing like the girl he knew in her teens, bubbly and all-smiles.

Then, he saw you. Looking at him wide-eyed, and how the blue in your irises were similar to his. Your dark brown hair, that would match his if he didn't dye it jet black. Your nose were your mother's: a cute button on your rosy face, as well as your pouty lips.

"Who are you? I think you are in the wrong room."

You inquired. He could tell you were afraid of him. Arms crossed on your chest, biting your upper lip nervously.

He cleared his throat.

"I'm... Your father." It surprised him how he didn't sound anything like his usually cocky self. Your eyebrows rose, and you scoffed.

"Went to buy a pack of cigarettes and never found your way back to my mom?" You sassed.

"That's not fair! First of all, I don't smoke. And second, I had no idea your mom was pregnant! I would chase her to hell if I did. She was the one that left, ended things and disappeared like I meant nothing!" Lloyd pointed his index finger to you, incredibly offended.

"Which makes me think what kind of fuck-up you are if she ran away from you, then." You retorted, and noticed his reddened face.

"What's with all this prejudice? I could be the nicest fucking person you know. Maybe I have an animal shelter, ever thought of that? What if I read to old people in asylums in my spare time?"

"Do you?"

"No, but that's not the point here, young lady."

"Do you know how do I know you are not the nicest person? You said a bad word." You pointed, lips curling upwards.

"You said it first!" He accused, and this time, you grinned.

Maybe your mom left him because he was a man child, after all?

Your smile faded. You looked at your mother, and she nothing about her changed. Not even her heartbeat. You thought that perhaps she would get an incentive having your so-called-father in the room after such a long time.

"What's your name?" Lloyd asked, and you huffed.

"Why are you still here?

"I'm not leaving until I get to know you. My name's Lloyd, by the way. Lloyd Hansen. What's your name?"

"Get out!" You let out an exasperated sigh, regretting it immediately. You've always been curious about who your father were, and now you had the chance to.

"Do you really want me to?"

The pout that formed on his lips almost made you laugh again. Okay, he was charming, you had to give him that. So, against your better judgement, you gave in.

"No, please stay."

Lloyd didn't know if it was the sad way you almost pleaded for him to not leave, but he felt like a magnet was pulling him towards you, and you got up of the chair, sitting on your mother's bed and pointing the chair to him.

He sat and started fidgeting with his fingers.

"I'm Y/N. I'm thirteen. I like to read, but I'm also lazy and my mom's always scolding me to study more. That's me in a nutshell." You finally said, feeling a little disappointed that you had nothing better to say.

"Sounds like a normal thirteen-year-old to me. Have you ever killed an animal?"

"Excuse me, what?"

"Just kidding!" Lloyd said, fast. He noticed the change in your demeanor, which meant that topic probably upset you. He'd make sure to find out about that later.

"Oh my god, have you?" Your jaw dropped, finally putting two and two together. "It's that why my mother left you? You are some kind of psycho that tortures animals?"

"I don't torture animals!" Just people, Lloyd thought. "It was an innocent question, okay?"

"Yeah, you sound really normal to me." You rolled your eyes. "Get the fuck out, Lloyd. Or I'm gonna call the cops on you, being my father or not, which I don't believe you are by the way."

"Okay, in case you haven't noticed, you look exactly like me and nothing like her."

"You're not the only man with blue eyes and dark hair in the world, Lloyd."

"I totally agree with you on that, and this is why I brought this!" Lloyd announced, taking a ziplock bag out of his pocket with a q-tip inside of it.

"What the hell is this?"

"Open your mouth, kiddo!" He grinned at you, getting closer with the q-tip between his index and thumb.

"I'm not giving you my DNA, you creep!"

"Okay, hard way it is." He sighed, almost sadly. "I love you."

Your jaw dropped again, and he took the opportunity to stick the q-tip in your tongue, collecting the saliva. Before you could shriek, he put it back in the ziplock.

"You fucking asshole!" You yelled. "I'm calling the security-"

"Keep your voice down." He warned you, and you whimpered at the sudden change on his behavior. Then, he got up and gave you a smile. "It was nice catching up with you, kiddo. Toodles!"

You were still stunned when he left.

Days went by, and you haven't seen Lloyd since. Part of you were angry at yourself for being disappointed by that, but you just shrugged it off and told yourself it was better that way.

And it was really surprising when your class was over and you saw him leaning against a black car with black windows, with sunglasses adorning his face. He had his arms crossed over his chest, a lollipop on his mouth and that fucking weird mustache still on his face.

"Ready to go home?" He asked, almost bored when you finally reached him.

"Are you insane? You look like a creep! You're gonna freak the other kids out, Lloyd!"

"Okay, I was expecting a nicer greeting from you. Haven't you missed me?"

"No." You lied. "I'm not going anywhere with you, you could be a child molester for all I know."

"All right, now you've really offended me." He threw the lollipop on the curb and took the sunglasses off. "Don't even joke about that, I'm not that kind of sicko. Get in the fucking car right now, and don't make a scene."

Gritting your teeth, you let him open the passenger door for you and got inside his car. It was probably really expensive, with nice leather seats and everything.

"My grandparents are gonna kill you." You stated when he got in the driver's seat and turned the engine on.

"They're not doing shit, kiddo. I paid a little visit to them earlier, and they agreed to let me take you with me for a little while. They didn't even fight, by the way." Then, he leaned closer, like telling you a secret. "I don't think they like you that much."

"Oh, you're insufferable! Did you threaten them? Did you hurt them? Lloyd, I swear to god-"

"I didn't do shit!" He snapped, gripping the steering wheel in his hands. "Your grandparents fucking owe me for screwing everything up for me, now keep your mouth shut and enjoy the ride!"

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Didn't I just tell you to shut up?"

"Fine!" You screamed in defeat. If he wanted you to stay quiet, you were going to give him the silent treatment. He turned the radio on, with a satisfied smile on his face.

Lloyd drove like a drunk teenager, getting angry honked at in a ridiculous amount of times in just a few minutes. If you were still on speaking terms with him, you would've scolded him for that.

It was when he ran the red light that your panic attack came. You started hyperventilating, feeling sweat in your palms, and you chest tightened at the dread that cursed through your veins.

He side-eyed you, noticing how you were grabbing the seat with white knuckles.

"Hey, kiddo, be nice to my car."

You didn't move, though. You closed your eyes, feeling your head starting to spin. Oh no. You were about to throw up.

"Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you? I told you to-"

He got cut off by the sight of the tears streaming down your face, and he slowed down. You finally felt your breath coming down to normal, and you sobbed.

Lloyd pulled over on the street, and you opened the door as fast as you could, just in time for you to vomit in the curb. He put his hand on your back and you stiffened, but calmed down when he stroke it gently.

"I'm sorry, kiddo." He felt like a dick. He realized you were probably terrified of cars now that your mother had been in an accident. You kept silent and finally closed the door, wiping your mouth with your sleeve.

He drove slower then, leaving town on the main road and approaching the countryside. When he entered a nice trail and stopped in front of a giant iron gate, you almost rolled your eyes. Of course this prick was rich.

The area looked lovely all the same. You could picture yourself leaning against the big oak tree while reading a book, a tire swing on the lowest branch. 

Lloyd finally turn of the car, and turned to you.

"Before we go there let's just go over the basic rules. Not calling me daddy: it's Lloyd for you. Not testing my patience. Not sneaking into my things. And just so you know, I'm not above beating a child. It's better if you know your place by now.

You didn't spare him a second glance and got out of the car, adjusting your school bag on your shoulder. Why was he such an ass? It wasn't like you wanted to be there. You were perfect fine vegetating by the side of your vegetating mother.

You followed him inside, admiring the immaculate white floor, the tapestry and all that expensive shit that looked extremely nice. His grand foyer had two staircases, and a giant chandelier hang on top of it. 

"The first room on the left is yours. Mine is on the right. Do not go into my room. Or any other rooms. If you get bored just take a nap or something." He clarified. You couldn't bite back the remarks anymore.

"So you just brought me here to patronize me?" You asked him in an angry tone.

"Patronize you? Oh, your mother raised a little feminist, didn't she? Bet you despise all men and all that bravado." He mocked you.

"No, you're actually the only man I despise, Lloyd. Don't worry. I'll stay out of your way, I don't feel like torturing myself by spending time willingly with you." You spat back and went upstairs on the left staircase. When you got in the midway he yelled at you:

"By the way, the kitchen is free and open 24/7. Don't go starving on me, kiddo!"

You gave him the could-shoulder and opened the first door on the left, looking wide-eyed at the interior.

There was a four-post bed, with luxurious tule canopy adorning with the purple comforter set. On both sides of the bed, twin nightstands that had the same royal-looking lampshades. In the center of the room, a fur round white rug, with a coffee table and two baby pink armchairs around it.

There was a vanity table that was also white on the corner, and the wall facing the bed had two doors. It was probably the closet and the bathroom.

On the other wall, two french windows that had beautiful creme colored curtains. The walls had a flowery wallpaper, and coming from the high ceiling a pending light.

"Pretty fucking awesome, right?"

You let out a shriek, holding your chest in your hand. When did he get behind you? Sweet Jesus.

"Don't I even get a "Thank you, Lloyd, for your kindness"? I did redecorate it, you know. I started doing it even before I got the lab results on your DNA."

You turned your head to him.

"Oh, yeah, about that. 99,9% your father. We still got a lot of catching up, don't we, daughter?"

"It's Y/N for you." You told him and put your bag on the bed, making an acquaintance with it. That mattress would surely be a problem when you'd have to get up to go school. "Where are my things, by the way? I need my stuff."

"Your grandma packed you a suitcase with your things. I threw your old laptop out, and bought you a new one. A new phone too. It's all set up for you. There are new toiletries in your bathroom, and I don't know if you wear makeup or not so I bought anyway and put in your vanity.

That was nice, but you didn't care.

"I want to see my mom."

"No, you don't. You're not spending the rest of your life by her side, that's not healthy."

Your face heated up in anger.

"You don't have a say in that! I want to see my mom! What if she wakes up and I'm not there?" You yelled, and he just scoffed.

"Then I take you to her the minute she does. Now suck it up and be nice for a change, will ya?"

He left and closed the door. You hid your face in the pillow and screamed, crying until your head hurt.

It was almost eight p.m. and Lloyd spend the rest of the afternoon in his office, yelling at people over the phone and doing boring paperwork for Carmichael.

It was a nice distraction, because he didn't knew what the hell he was going to do with you. He would not be parading you in public, he had too many enemies to pull a stunt like that.

Maybe bringing her here was a mistake, he sulked. But he couldn't just let you go, not now that his most trusted man insisted he took a paternity test and arranged a nice bedroom for you in his home.

He could send you away at any moment, thought. He'd never get attached to an insolent mini him just because she was cute and shit.

Oh no. Nope. Not going in that territory. It was foreign, dangerous and he couldn't go back once he got there.

When he looked at his watch he cursed. He'd had to make something for you to eat (and hire a cook). 

Lloyd sighed when he reached the kitchen. It wasn't that he was a malfunctioning adult, but he couldn't cook if his life depended on it. He took no shame in admitting that he ate instant noodles when he wasn't dining at a nice restaurant, but he couldn't let you eat that crap everyday.

He googled an easy recipe. Thank God he'd made time to do the groceries, otherwise you two would have to go out to eat, which was a big no for him.

But he didn't know where his kitchenware was. Or what to cook. Or how to.

Okay, you'd survive with instant noodles tonight, he decided.

"What are you doing?"

"OH MY GOD!" Lloyd screamed, seeing your post-sleep face behind him. "Don't you ever sneak on me like that, I might end up shooting you, you little shit!"

You glared at him.

"Do you own a gun, Lloyd? Are you some mafia lord or something?" You pried, curiously.

"What I do is none of your business, and if someone asks you about me, you'll play dumb, which I suspect it won't be hard for you."

The harshness in his voice made you change the topic really quick.

"At least I'm not dumb enough to not know how to cook a meal. Now get out of my way while I make something for us to eat." You sassed at him and opened the fridge, looking for meat. You could feel his gaze burning into you, but paid no mind to him. 

In thirty minutes, you had the meat seasoned and sitting nicely in the oven, while you made some salad.

Lloyd was sitting in one of the chairs by the counter, angry-texting someone. 

"Dinner's ready!" you hummed, feeling your mouth watering at the smell. You got two plates in the cupboard and offered one to Lloyd, who gladly took it from you and started serving himself. You suspected he was quite hungry, but said nothing to spoil his sudden good mood.

After finishing your diner, you put the dishes away and soaked a sponge with water and detergent before scrubbing them, absent minded.

"When did you learn how to cook?" Lloyd asked you, too stubborn to compliment you.

"My mom taught me when I was tall enough to reach the oven and do the dishes. Told me I had to be independent and all."

"You two are pretty close, huh?"

"Well, she did raise me by herself."

"Okay, now you're just being an asshole."

That earned a grin from you.

Since it was Saturday, Lloyd decided that he would let you sleep until noon if you wanted to. He was reading his newspaper (okay, he was actually trying to solve the crosswords) while the maids mopped the floors and dusted the things.

He was surprised when he saw you dragging your little feet down the stairs, hair everywhere, yawning and wearing plaid pants with a black strap top.

"Slept well, kiddo?"

"Very." You replied, rubbing your eyes. "What are we doing today? And why do you have so many maids? Can I see my mom just for a while?

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Lloyd whined. "Thank God I wasn't around when you started to speak. Must've drove your mom out of her goddamn mind. Okay, how about we go shopping today? We can even have ice cream after, what do you think?"

"What about mom?"

"She's not going anywhere, is she?"

"Fuck you." You spat. 

Lloyd was stunned. He tore his gaze from the newspaper to you, and before he could scold you, you were running back to your room.

"That's not very nice, kiddo!" He yelled. "Say that to me again and I promise you'll be regretting it!"

"Sir?" One of the maids, a middle-aged woman, hesitantly spoke to Lloyd. "The girl was crying."

Lloyd sighed. He knew you for less than a month and you were already being an annoyance. His patience was running thin, he didn't know how much more of you attitude he could take before snapping.

He knocked on your door, and heard you sniffling.

"Go away!"

"Okay, kiddo! I hope you're decent right now, because I'm coming in!" Lloyd announced before opening the door to you with your face buried in the pillow. 

He sat on the bed, and you moved further from him when you felt the mattress sinking by your side.

"I'm sorry." That you are a little drama queen, he wanted to add. "Guess jokes about your mom are off limits, then?"

You said nothing, raising your middle finger to him with your face still on the pillow. He chuckled.

"So, we're even? Because I'm not having you talking back to me all the time, kiddo. At some point I'm gonna lose my shit and the moment that happens, I only hope for your sake that you're a good runner."

Your chest rose lightly, a sound of muffled laughter coming from you.

For a little while, things were good. Great, even. And that's how Lloyd sensed some shit would hit the fan at any moment.

Maybe you were too excited to finally have a father figure in your life, but you were actually happy for the first time after your mom's accident. Lloyd would have a chauffeur take you and pick you up from school, and you'd visit your mom once a week.

Your grandparents would go to Lloyd's house to see you and check on you (you learned later that it was their "arrangement" because Lloyd actually had something to hold over their heads).

You were eating chocolate ice cream while rocking softly in a bench swing Lloyd had people built for you with him on your side drinking his Scotch.

"I killed a cat once."

You said it so casually as if you were talking about the weather, and Lloyd choked so hard on his drink that you had to pat his back. 

He stared at you with tears in his eyes, still coughing.

"Well, it was an accident. I was three or four? I don't remember. Mom had found a cute grey kitten and she sheltered him for a few days in our home. I was so excited to have a cat!" You hesitated a little, and frowned at the memory. "One day, mom was cooking dinner and I hugged the cat. Hard. I suffocated him, and when mom found us she lost her mind."

"She yanked my arm really hard and screamed so harshly at me that I still have flashes of that moment. I cried, because I had no idea what was happening, and I didn't realized I've killed it."

"We never talked about that again, but I think my grandparents found out what happened later, because I spent some time living with them after that. They weren't on speaking terms with mom, and when she got me back they would supervise us and shit."

Lloyd considered you for a while.

"I appreciate us bonding over this happy story, but why are you telling me this now?"

"Because now I realize why she reacted that way, and why she disappeared on you. When you asked me if I had ever killed an animal when we first met, it didn't cross my mind. But then, I had a feeling. Killing animals in childhood is a classical sign of psychopathy. Mom overreacted because she thought I was just like you, Lloyd."

You looked over Lloyd with a little grin on your face.

"Stop being cute, kiddo. And just so you know, I'm a sociopath, there's a little difference. I wasn't sure that was the reason your mom left me, maybe she finally realized I really was fucked in the head in an irredeemable way. I reached out to her only once, and your grandfather got in the way and told me to leave her alone. They told me a little while ago that they knew about the pregnancy and they wanted to keep you from having me around." 

"Well, the effort didn't matter in the end, but okay."

"And the fact that I'm a sociopath doesn't bother you?"

You shrugged.

"Not really. You could be worse, it's not like you killed mom or something."

Lloyd tried to keep his cool. He was fucked.

You tiptoed the stairs, trying to make the smallest noise possible. Lloyd made you pinky promise him that you were going to stay in your room, but you were so hungry! And it didn't help you that he filled the kitchen with your favorite snacks.

You sighed in relief when you got some chips, a Ben & Jerry's cup and a bar of Hershey's. You hugged your food and when turned to go to your room, you screamed.

A man, about Lloyd's age, eyed you up and down, smirking.

"Damn, you're a bit young for him, aren't ya pretty thing?"

You cringed so hard at the way he said it, feeling disgusted. You just walked past him, trying to go back to your room as fast as possible, but he grabbed your arm, making you drop your snacks.

"Tell me, pretty girl... How old are you? Fifteen, fourteen... Wouldn't be my youngest, though." 

You wanted to kill him with your bare hands. With renewed animosity, you kicked his groin as hard as you could, and he let go of you to hunch to his front, wailing.

Before you could react, you heart a gunshot. The man's head blew with the impact, his body dropping to the kitchen floor and staining the impeccable floors. You were so shocked that you couldn't move.

"Go hide behind that door. Don't come out until I go there, you hear me?" Lloyd asked, voice hushed. He was already dragging you to the pantry room and locking you there. "Stay fucking quiet, kiddo."

You heard more gunshots and some yelling, and you laid on the floor, hugging your head as best as you could, your heart hammering in your chest.

All of this lasted maybe five minutes, but it felt like fucking hours. You were beginning to imagine the worse. Maybe someone hurt Lloyd, and he wouldn't come to save you. 

When you heart the lock of the door, you tried to drag yourself under a shelf, dropping everything.

Okay, you were screwed. You screeched when Lloyd's hand forced you on your feet, feeling so relieved that you hugged him.

He froze. And then, he explode:

"What the FUCK were you thinking? Coming out of your fucking room, knowing I had people over? Do you realize how dumb you were? Do you know what could happen to you if they realized you are my child?"

"I didn't know..." you tried to defend yourself.

"I TOLD YOU! I fucking told you Y/N, don't come out of your room when there's people over. They could be armed and they could kill you! You-" he interrupted himself, trying to find words to say. "You're grounded! For the rest of your life!"

"I already apologized!" you cried out, annoyed.

He took a deep breath.

"So what? You still could've get yourself killed!" He started raising his voice again. "If you get yourself killed, what the fuck am I supposed to do, huh? Ever thought about that?"

Oh. You just realized it wasn't about you disobeying him (or making he kill so many people).

He cared about you.

"Maybe I would finally be in peace, without you nagging at me every fucking hour." You defied, chin up.

He sighed. And somehow, you knew you were in deep trouble. You swerved from him, his fingers barely grazing on your skin.

You let out a little scream while you ran from him, who was chasing you like a madman. You got in the nearest room and locked the door, breaking in a fit of hysterical laughter. 

You were so fucked right now.

"You fucking brat! Open the fucking door right now so I get to beat the shit out of you!"

"No!" You managed to yell back between laughing and sobbing.

"Get out of that way, I'm breaking this fucking door!"

"I'm gonna throw myself out of the window!" you threatened.

"I FUCKING DARE YOU! You little bitch! We are in the first floor! Go ahead, we're just getting started!"

You yelped when you heard his body colliding with the door, and ran to the window. You managed to escape just before the wood broke under the pressure of Lloyd's rage. You ran through the back of his house, the chilling breeze doing nothing to you as you were pure adrenaline. 

You yelled when he grabbed your middle and threw you over his shoulder, putting you down almost immediately.

"My fucking back!" Lloyd snapped, annoyed and panting, with his hand on his lower back. You burst into giggles. This bastard of a man could have his hands bloody, but how he managed to be so ridiculous doing so never ceased to amaze you. "Think this is fucking funny? The only reason I'm not beating you right now is because I'm tired, okay?"

"I thought we were just getting started." You teased him, and he started to chase you again.

Later that night, Lloyd had Klaus taking the three bodies out of the house. As you scrubbed the floors to clean the blood (Lloyd's punishment for you) you couldn't help but joke:

"You just traumatized me, dude. I'll probably need lots of therapy and shit to recover." 

"I think you'll survive." He replied coldly, leaning against the wall while he watched you.

"I had no idea a head could just blow up like that!" You continued. "I think there's some brain under my nails."

"Shut the fuck up. This is your fault."

"I don't feel guilty though. The man thought I was some plaything to you, he even said that he had younger girls... I'm glad he's dead."

"Not that I'm complaining that you are being surprisingly brave, but I think it's best if we hide your... Tendencies. At least in front of other people. Okay, kiddo?" He said and turned to leave to his office.

"Okay da-Lloyd." You corrected yourself before you could actually say the word Dad. Lloyd stopped in his tracks. "Lloyd, I'm so sorry, it slipped! I promise you I'm never doing that again."

He didn't turn to face you. You thought that was it, he was mad at you but would let it slide. You never saw the tears forming in the corner of his eyes, because all he wanted right now was for you to see him as your father.

It didn't take long for things to go down to shit. Lloyd was having a surprisingly smooth day, going to the city to have a meeting with Klaus and the rest of his minions. He left you alone in the house and when he got back and saw you sobbing on the front porch he something was terribly wrong.

He barely walked out of his car when you came at him, angry and punching his chest with your tiny fists.

"YOU ASSHOLE! YOU'RE THE REASON MY MOM GOT IN THAT DAMN ACCIDENT!"

He couldn't control your anger, tossing and screaming at him, punching and slapping and kicking. And he let you. Because he knew it was what he deserved.

When you were tired out, he tried to hug you, but you flinched away from him, letting such a pity cry come out from your throat that he felt like the Grinch when his heart grew so big it broke into his chest.

He could feel his heart breaking too.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, you have to believe me when I say it wasn't on purpose. My minions were chasing this really bad guy, and his car crashed into your mother's."

You said nothing, the tears rolling down your cheeks, your eyes puffy and nose red. 

"I had no idea of her whereabouts after she broke things off with me all those years ago, you have to believe me when-"

"When you say you were just chasing a bad guy? Like you aren't one? Should I believe this was some sick coincidence, when you are rotten to the core, Lloyd?" you cut him off, the words cruelly coming out of your mouth. "My grandparents are coming to pick me up. I don't wanna see your face ever again. I wish it was you who got hurt, not my mom."

Your grandparents arrived shortly after that, and by their short "Hellos" and "Goodbyes" Lloyd could say they knew everything too.

But how did you find that out? 

Later, drowning the second bottle of Scotch in his office, when the gears in his mind finally stopped turning.

That asshole.

Klaus' lifeless body slipped from Lloyd's grasp. His motivation to reveal the truth about your mother's accident couldn't be pettier. Lloyd always knew that snake would betray him, but he hadn't expect it to hurt so fucking bad.

He got his most trusted men to keep an eye on you, and for weeks he got little news on you, the aching on his heart always there. When he found out that your mom had a brain death, all the hope of getting your forgiveness left him.

Still, he couldn't just leave you on your own.

Lloyd watched as you placed white flowers on your mother's grave, your hair messy and some streaks falling from your bun.

You suddenly turned to him, feeling watched. You rolled your eyes when you recognized the mustache, scoffing in annoyance. Lloyd took careful footsteps towards you, his hands on his pockets.

"I'm sorry, kiddo."

"You already said that." You replied softly, tired of arguing and tired of grieving.

"No, Y/N. I'm sorry I wasn't around to guide you through your early years. I'm sorry I wasn't enough that your mother felt like raising you by herself would be better than doing it with me. I'm sorry for storming into your life and messing you up, and I'm sorry for all the pain I put you through, and I promise you, it wasn't on purpose. I'd never hurt you on purpose. I'm sorry I'm not a good father." He finished, his eyes watering. You sniffed and gave in, hugging him and sharing your heartbreak.

You already lost a parent. You couldn't just turn your back on the other. You turned your head to him, still in his embrace: 

"Take me home, dad. We have a lot of catching up to do."

Lloyd happily complied. This time, he would make it right.

[gremlin-girly]

Valentine's Menu

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x f!reader

Tags/warnings: FLUFF, established relationship, petnames (it's Lloyd!! Pumpkin, love, honey, hon., angel, sweetheart)

I don't want to give spoilers so I have skipped a tag!

Not beta'd and I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI Machine.

Summary: Your usually doting boyfriend has been acting strange in the lead up to Valentine's Day and you're prepared for the worst only to find you were worried for nothing.

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: Omg. So much for being a drabble. Got a little carried away with this one folks!

Dividers by: @/enchanthings-a

Navigation | Valentine's 2025 | Lloyd’s Masterlist

Extravagance was something to be expected when being with Lloyd. Nothing was ever done in half measures.

Going out for lunch? You were going to a terrace bar with the best views in whatever city he'd flown you to.

Getting a haircut? Expensive salon with every treatment. Hell, he'd make sure that you had a mani-pedi while you waited.

Anytime you wanted a small update to your wardrobe you were handed his credit card and told to spoil yourself. If you only bought a handful or things, or if Lloyd saw a department store on the receipt, he'd march you and your items back and get you the designer version of the things you'd bought instead.

It hadn't always been like this - but your love and loyalty for him won him over bit by bit and one day a few years prior something just snapped. It was like a light switch had been flicked and Lloyd had changed overnight from a slightly distant lover to a needy boyfriend, who wanted you wearing nothing but the best, eating nothing but the best and making sure you never, ever had to worry about anything ever again.

You loved him immensely, and couldn't complain one smidgen about your queen-like treatment but in the last few weeks seeds of worry had began to sprout.

Lloyd was more stressed than usual. Snappier. He wouldn't speak with you about it, which was unusual, and brushed you off. You were worried he'd gotten sick of you, that he'd woken up and decided that he didn't love you anymore. You kept trying to shake that feeling but it persisted.

Not that you'd ask him for your extra treatments or the designer gifts, he usually just got them for you, but in the last few weeks you recieved nothing - not even a bottle of wine that you'd share with him before bed on a Friday night.

Talk of Valentine's was non-existent; Lloyd would usually brag for days on end about your gift or gifts. But again, silence. You were too scared to bring it up, you didn't want the conversation you had constructed in your head to become a reality.

Lloyd was out all of Valentine's Day.

You'd asked a few of the guards but they all refused to give definitive answers. By the early afternoon, you recieved a single text from Lloyd.

We've got dinner plans at 7:30pm. Wear your red dress.

Tears stung at your eyes. It was silly but you missed him so much and with no hearts or kisses at the end of the texts you were convinced that this was the last Valentine's Day you would have with your boyfriend.

The restaurant was lavish, fanciful and filled with a warm ambience that did nothing to soothe your anxious heart. The food, although moreish and delicious in every sense, still made you feel nauseous. Especially with how Lloyd was poking at his food and his leg was jumping erratically under the table.

Conversation was awkward and muted, by the end of your starter your were on your second glass of wine and by the end of your main you were trying to hold it together, to hold what little pride you had in fact so you wouldn't burst into tears.

Lloyd waved over a server and asked for dessert and champagne, then your table was silent for a few moments before Lloyd spoke again.

"You look beautiful tonight pumpkin."

You blink and peek up at him, smiling fondly at him. Your hands wring themselves in knots in your lap and your heart aches as Lloyd smiles softly back. His eyes don't quite meet yours and you wonder if it's to soften the blow; he wouldn't break up with you on Valentine's Day surely? That's too cruel.

"Thanks, sweetheart." You say lightly. "Dinner was amazing, as always."

Lloyd's leg still bounces as he scoffs. "I know. Sorry I didn't get you a card or anything else - I've been busy."

His brows furrow slightly, as if he's annoyed with himself, and your worry mixes with confusion. Why would he be mad about that if he was going to break up with you?

"'S alright." You shrug, sipping at your wine, feigning nonchalance. He hadn't even opened the card you'd gotten him, the one you'd left on the dresser the night before. "I know work's been a lot recently."

Lloyd hums distantly and checks over his shoulder, fingers strumming on the table. You don't remember ever seeing him so anxious.

"Hon, what's going-"

"Dessert's here!" He interrupts, sitting a little straighter in his chair. He empties the last of his wine down his throat and your eyebrows raise; he'd never been like this before.

You thank the server as he sets the dessert in front of you and you can feel Lloyd's piercing gaze on you as you look down at your dessert. It's extravagant, as expected; a white chocolate mousse with a passionfruit centre, layered on top of a cheesecake base and smothered in white chocolate dusted with edible gold glitter and purple violets. You're about to take a fork to it, when you notice a gleam of a purple gem between two of the flowers.

You blink in confusion and glance up at Lloyd whose sat like a statue, watching your plate with his hand across his mouth as if he's stopping himself from blurting something. You look back at your plate. Your mind is empty, all worries and thoughts evaporated to nothing.

Gently, you use the prongs of the dessert fork to peel the violets away, revealing the gem that had winked at you and the cluster of small gems beside it, encircling a gold ring.

You've forgotten how to breathe. Your eyes dart up at Lloyd and he's looking directly at you now, waiting expectantly.

"Lloyd..." Your voice is so quiet you don't recognise it.

"Do you like it?" He blurts the worried expression he'd been wearing for the last few weeks making another guest appearance.

"I... I love it," you gush, heart pounding. Had this been what he was so worried about these past few weeks? He'd bought you jewellery before...

"Oh thank God," Lloyd sighs, visibly relaxing in his seat, grinning ear to ear.

"Lloyd." You start again and his head snaps up.

"Oh right." Lloyd plucks the ring from your dessert as he stands, straightening his shirt and brushing his slacks before sliding down onto one knee before you.

"My love, would you-"

"Yes!" You blurt, too excited, too elated, to let him finish. All of the evasiveness of the last few weeks, all of the snippiness... all of it was a small price to pay for such a beautiful proposal.

"I haven't even asked the question." Lloyd clicks his tongue at you but he's giving you a wide toothy grin that tells you he doesn't give a damn about actually asking the question, since you've said yes so eagerly.

Slipping the ring onto your left ring finger, Lloyd kisses your hand softly, moustache bristling against your skin. You didn't even notice the tears of joy running down your face until Lloyd brushes them away when he stands to kiss you.

"I love you so much angel," He murmurs, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "Happy Valentine's Day."

You were right about one thing; it would be your last Valentine's Day with your boyfriend. However, it would be the first with your fiancé.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

What about stepdaughter reader who isnt innocent and likes getting fucked by step daddy lloyd even both doing it in hopes to get caught so she has lloyd to herself

hey honey! I'm sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it! I added a little twist at the end.

summary - you have been sleeping with your stepfather, and someone happens to catch you.

warning - smut, voyeurism, creampie, cheating, masturbating, semi-public sex, squirting.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Fuck, you’re such a fucking slut.” Lloyd growls, slamming into you from behind. His hands grip your hips tightly, grunting at how tight you feel wrapped around his cock. “Not so fucking innocent, huh? You just love being fucked by your stepdad.” You grip the edge of the pool, water splashing with every thrust. Lloyd’s hand wraps around your throat, bending you backwards until your back arches. “You just had to tease me in the pool, didn’t you? You don’t even care that your mother is in the kitchen.” 

Your cunt clenches at his words, and the thought of finally getting caught turns you on to no end. You had been sneaking around with your stepfather for a while now and wanted your mum out of the picture. “Daddy! It feels so good! I’m your slut!” You rest your head on his shoulder as he pounds into you, splitting you from the inside and causing your walls to spasm. You push back into him, grinding your arse against his thrusts. “You fuck me so good, Daddy. Better than anyone else.” You moan a little too loudly, but you don’t care. Too lost in pleasure to notice your neighbour Mr Levinson watching from his backyard, gripping his hardened member and slowly stroking it up and down to your moans and the sight of you getting fucked by your stepdad.

Lloyd grunts, picking up his pace. “I better be the only one your fucking.” He buries himself deep into you. His hand moves to the front of you and begins to rub your swollen clit, loving how you squeeze him. “You better cum around me, sunshine. Let your mum and the neighbours hear how hot you sound at getting fucked.” He fucks you harder and faster, feeling his balls tighten and his cock twitch as his end approaches, but he holds back, wanting you to cum first. 

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Daddyyyyy!” You scream, throwing your head back as your walls clench and unclench around him, squirting around his thick member and into the pool. Your head falls forward, resting against the edge of the pool as Lloyd continues to fuck into you until he grunts and cums deep into you, burying into you until his cum leaks out. 

“Fuck, sunshine. I hope you get fucking pregnant after this. I want everyone to know that I own you.” He presses a kiss to the back of your head, slowly pulling out of your tight cunt and tucking himself back into his trunks. 

You spin around and press a soft kiss to his lips. The two of you don’t notice your mum watching you through the window, a saddened but not shocked look on her face. Lloyd wraps your legs around his waist, holds onto you, caresses your cheek, and looks into your eyes lovingly. “I love you, my little sunshine.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

Ari grins darkly, his cum painted on the fence as he tucks his softened cock back into his jeans. He finally has something to use against the two of you to get what he wants. Maybe he and Lloyd can come to an agreement, perhaps even share you for when the two of them need a release. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts.

Each part will have different warnings. There's only one love interest and it is not Steve. He is dark and mean in the series along with one more character. As for the rest, they are good friends.

New part every second day. (Hopefully)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 (Epilogue)

Complete. ✅

[matchpointfaist]

connor murphy x new girl! reader??

this is such a cutie concept <333

(aged them up btw this is freshman year of college connor) ((also sorry this is short i've been having the Worst writing slump of all time??))

high school had been rough for connor. he'd been the freak, the loser, the loner, the outcast. when he got accepted into university, he'd been determined to get a fresh start, to make a new name for himself. he longed to be the sort of person that people really wanted to know.

so he picked up all the activities he could, volunteered to give tours to prospective students and transfers, spent all his time doing admin work in the admission office and occupied his free hours by cramming his social calendar full. he hadn't quite managed to make many friends, not yet, but he'd completely rebuilt himself, and that felt like enough to start with.

he couldn't figure out why he still felt so distant, so different, than everyone else he met. they all seemed so put together, or too into the party scene, or just as antisocial as he had once been. that was, until he met you. you'd been hand delivered to him by an admissions counselor, a welcome packet in hand, shy smile on your lips and a paper nametag stuck to your sweatshirt. it was your first day; you'd just transferred in from a school a few states over for a reason he was yet to learn.

he thought you were so gorgeous, he almost forgot that he was supposed to be outgoing, welcoming. he'd stumbled right back into old habits, all shy remarks and avoiding eye contact. but he forced himself back out of his shell, clearing his throat and welcoming you, making conversation like it was second nature.

"so how are you liking it so far?" he asked as he led you around the campus, pointing out all the important buildings, smiling to himself as you circled them on the brochure carefully. "oh, i'm from down south, actually. i just moved here a couple weeks ago and got settled," "yeah? that's cool," he nodded, listening intently, ever eager to learn more about you, "d'you like it so far?" you shrugged but smiled anyway, "i like it, it's just a bit different, yknow? but it's nice,"

as you walked, you learned all sorts of new things about each other; connor's major (cybersecurity), your hometown, his favorite classes, your favorite bands. eventually you'd run out of buildings to see, and hesitant as he was, he knew he had to let you go. "so i'll see you around then, yeah?" he smiled, hoping it would be sooner rather than later.

"yeah, i hope so," you nodded, smiling up at him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear, "thank you for showing me around, by the way. it was great to meet you, connor," you waved with two fingers and turned on your heel, and he knew then that he couldn't just 'see you around'.

"hey! uhm, if this isn't totally weird, could i get your number maybe? we could have dinner once you get comfortable," it came out all in a hurry, but he didn't even have time to be embarrassed before you were grinning over at him, passing him a small piece of paper with ten digits scrawled across it. "i wrote it earlier, i was hoping you'd ask," his smile widened at that, and he carefully tucked the note into his pocket, letting his fingers linger on the paper, "i'll call you, then,"

"i'm looking forward to it," you smiled, and maybe it was the sunset, but he could've sworn your cheeks were tinged pink, "night, con,"

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo can I please request a soft dark!Lloyd Hansen x innocent/shy!fem!reader where she was Carmichael’s assistant and while she’s good at her job, she doesn’t know about the shady criminal/corrupt things that her boss is into, that is, until she walks in on him putting a hit on Six (because he had found out about the drive) and that Carmichael had ordered hits on people before and all that (she wasn’t supposed to know this stuff, she was only supposed to know about the legal CIA operations he was running). She runs out of his office and makes it to her car and goes back to her apartment in a panic, and emails him her resignation (because she doesn’t want to be involved in his crimes and she’s also terrified because he could very well send someone after her like he did others). He ends up calling Lloyd back (who already had sent his men after Claire and Fitz like Carmichael hired him to) and asks him to also “shut” his assistant up (I.e. kill her), and Lloyd takes Y/n from her apartment and brings her to the basement under his mansion (where he was first introduced in the movie). Before he met her, he was fully ready to go through with what Carmichael asked (poor Y/n is promising she won’t tell anyone and would be crying), but he just thinks she’s the most adorable person to every walk this Earth, and he honestly doesn’t want to hurt her at all, he tells her “how about instead of me doing what your boss paid me to do (in order to keep her quiet), you promise to stay here and be mine forever?” And while she’s still terrified, she agrees . Lloyd would definitely see her eyeing (out of fear) the supplies he uses to get information out of people, and he’d just coo at her and promise he’d never hurt her, and he unties her and brings her upstairs to the main floor of his mansion (she’d be shook just at house fancy it all is). Suzanne would probably be shocked to see Y/n alive and well because of what Carmichael ordered but Lloyd makes it clear he doesn’t take orders lol but also assures that he’ll make sure Y/n doesn’t tell anyone. Over the next 3 months (I read that’s how long the manhunt for Six was) she gets more and more attached to Lloyd, and Lloyd gets more and more protective of her. She’s a lot of times by his side while he’s working, he definitely pulls her onto his lap a lot (sometimes of course she’s in their shared room or she’d be doing something fun on the property, you know Lloyd is a very wealthy man who probably has a movie room, huge swimming pool, hot tub, a private chef, etc). She is 100% spoiled by Lloyd (she’s living a life of luxury) and he makes her feel safe. So when Six comes to save Claire & Fitz and he tries to save Y/n too, but she refuses to leave and instead runs to find Lloyd, practically throwing herself into his arms (he’d be so relieved because he definitely thought she’d try to run off amidst the chaos). He’d probably would let Six get away because the most important person is in his arms 🥹

Change of Plans » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Soft Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Innocent/Shy!Female Reader

Summary: Carmichael calls Lloyd to “shut you up”, but he has a change of plans and makes you promise not to say a word and has you to stay with him.

Warnings: Soft Dark, Angst, Fluff, language, kidnapping, violence, blood, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You’ve been Carmichael’s assistant for a few years and for as long as you knew him, he’s always been secretive. He’s more secretive when you’re in the room. You’ve never questioned it though.

You walked in Carmichael’s office with the paperwork he asked for a few minutes ago. He was on the phone with someone. He was facing the other way as he was talking on the phone. You quietly walked over to his desk and put the papers down on it. That’s when you heard something you probably shouldn’t have heard. You heard him say something about putting a hit out on someone named Six. Your eyes went wide. You know what that means.

You quickly and quietly walked out of his office and grabbed your stuff from your desk. You immediately went out to your car and went home. As soon as you got home, you locked the door to your apartment and sat down on the couch. You got your laptop out of your bag and emailed Carmichael your resignation. After you sent the email, you tried your best to relax.

Carmichael opened the email from you and read your resignation. He sighs and calls Lloyd yet again.

“I told you I’d get the job done.” Lloyd says as soon as he answers his phone.

“I have another job for you.” Carmichael said. “My assistant just quit, because she heard me on the phone with you about putting a hit on Six. I’m not sure how much she heard, but I need you to shut her up, if you know what I mean.” He tells him.

“Will do.” Lloyd says.

Carmichael got off the phone with Lloyd and texted him your address. Lloyd looked at your address before making his way to your apartment.

Meanwhile, you were still trying to process the fact that your now former boss puts hits out on people. You didn’t know he did stuff like that. You only knew about the CIA work he does. Your mind was so all over the place that you didn’t even hear Lloyd picking the lock to get inside of your apartment. You started freaking out when a hand was put over your mouth. You tried to fight back, but then you grew weak and passed out.

A while later, you woke up and tied to a chair in Lloyd’s basement. It was dimly lit. You looked around the basement, trying to gather your surroundings. Your eyes fell upon a table with different kinds of weapons. Your eyes went wide and your heart began to pound in your chest. Your breathing became uneven as well.

“N-No!” You whispered to yourself.

You yanked at the rope, trying to get free, but it was no use. The rope was tied too tight. You whined in frustration and your eyes filled with tears.

“Morning, sunshine.” Lloyd says as he walks toward you.

You looked up at him, not daring to say a word.

“You’re Y/N, right? You used to be Carmichael’s assistant?” He asks.

You nodded your head yes.

“He told me the reason why you quit is because you didn’t like him putting out hits on people, specifically Six.” He says, walking around you.

Your eyes went wide. Carmichael must’ve sensed you were in his office when he was on the phone with Lloyd when he was putting a hit out on Six.

“I-I didn’t hear anything! I-I swear!” You say.

That’s a lie. You did hear Carmichael put a hit on Six. You just wanted to get out of there. That’s why you lied.

li wish I could believe you, cupcake.” He walked over to the table full of weapons. “When you hear information like that, you don’t just get away scot free.” He says, looking at the assortment of weapons.

“Pl-Please, sir! I’ll do anything! I promise I won’t tell anyone what I hear Carmichael said!” You pleaded.

Lloyd stopped looking at the weapons and turned around to look at you. He walked closer to you and leaned down in front of you. He could see the fear in your eyes. He got to thinking. You’re just an innocent woman who walked in Carmichael’s office at the wrong time. That’s when an idea popped into his head. He grins and stands upright.

“Here’s how this is going to work, pumpkin.” Lloyd begins. “I won’t go through with what Carmichael told me to do, which is to “shut you up” for what you heard. Instead, I’ll untie you, but you have to promise to keep your mouth shut. Can you do that?” He asks.

“Yes!” You say too fast.

“One more thing, you’re staying here.” He adds.

Your eyes went wide again. The way he said that made you think that he was going to keep you locked in his basement and never leave.

“I know what you’re thinking. No, I’m not going to keep you locked in my basement. Let me rephrase that. How about instead of me doing what your boss paid me to do, you promise to stay here and be mine forever?” He corrects himself.

You would question why, but you didn’t want him to use any of those weapons on you.

“Ok.” You finally said. “I’ll live here forever if it means you’ll untie me.” You say.

“Good girl.” He grins.

Lloyd untied you from the chair.

“Follow me.” He says.

You followed him upstairs to the main floor of his mansion. You followed him upstairs. You admired the mansion’s beauty.

“Here’s your bedroom.” Lloyd says, opening the door to one of the spare bedrooms.

You walked in the bedroom. It looked like a master bedroom. There was a bed, a walk in closet, and a bathroom in there.

“You’re welcome to anything in the kitchen, even though you’ll have a private chef and you’re welcome to use the movie room and to swim in the pool if you want.” He said. “Oh and don’t even think about trying to escape.” He says.

You nodded. You expected Lloyd to lock you in the bedroom at first, but he didn’t. You slowly realized that you could get used to this as you looked around the bedroom.

———

You’ve been living with Lloyd for 3 months now. You do have to admit that his mansion is a definite upgrade from your apartment. You and Lloyd have gotten to know each other. He also spoils you. He trusts you enough to go on a shopping spree with his credit card and not run away. You trust him as well.

One day, you were walking around the grounds of Lloyd’s property, noticing that he has a different assortment of plants throughout his yard. It’s more of flowers and small bushes, but they’re pretty. You decided that you wanted to plant some flowers. You went back inside the mansion and went to the main room where Lloyd is working with some of his employees. Suzanne was there too. She was surprised to see you alive and well. She’s curious to know why Lloyd didn’t go through with the hit on you.

“Lloyd?” You say shyly, not wanting to both him or anyone else in the room.

“What’s up, pumpkin?” Lloyd asks with a smile.

“I was wondering if I can plan flowers somewhere on the property.” You say.

“You don’t have to ask, sweetheart. You can do anything you want. In fact, take my credit card and buy what you want and need.” He says, giving you his credit card.

“Thank you.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

“You’re welcome, cupcake.” He smiles back.

Lloyd watches as you left the room before going back to work.

“Uhh, Lloyd?” Suzanne says.

“What?” Lloyd asks.

“Why’s Y/N here?” She asks.

“She lives here now.” He says.

“I see that. What I mean is, why didn’t you do what Carmichael told you to do 3 months ago?” She asks.

“Why would I kill someone who didn’t mean to hear something she wasn’t supposed to hear? I’m not that cruel.” He says.

“She heard Carmichael putting a hit on Six.” She says.

“She didn’t intentionally listen to the phone call.” He says.

“Intentional or not, she still heard it.” She says.

Lloyd walks closer to Suzanne, narrowing his eyes at her.

“If you do anything to Y/N, you’ll regret it.” Lloyd says in a threatening tone.

Lloyd walked away from Suzanne, making her scoff.

When you got back from the gardening store, you chose a part of the yard to plant your flowers and got to work. You were so focused on planting the flowers that you didn’t hear Lloyd walking towards you.

“How’s it going out here, sunshine?” Lloyd asks.

“Good. I’m almost done.” You say.

Lloyd watched you finish planting your flowers, which he found cute. When you finished, you threw away your trash and cleaned yourself up.

“I can wait to see them bloom.” You say, looking out the window.

“Me too.” Lloyd says.

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. You leaned back against his body. You smiled to yourself. You love it here and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

———

One day, it felt like all hell broke loose. At least that’s what Lloyd thinks. Six came to the mansion to rescue Claire and Fitz, but more happened. Lloyd told you to go to your bedroom and lock the door and stay there.

You weren’t sure how long you were in your bedroom with the door locked. You got lost in the book you were reading. You were startled when someone knocked on the door. You assumed it was Lloyd so you put your book down and opened the door. It wasn’t Lloyd. It was Six. Your eyes went wide. He had cuts and blood on him. That was enough to tell you that he got into a fight with Lloyd.

“Are you ok, ma’am? Did Lloyd hurt you in any way?” Six asks softly.

“I’m fine. Lloyd would never hurt me.” You say quietly.

“You can tell me. You’ll be safe with me.” He says.

“I don’t want to leave if that’s what you’re saying.” You say.

“I’m trying to help you.” He says.

“I know. I’m politely declining your offer.” You say.

“Suit yourself.” He says before leaving.

You immediately ran out of the mansion to find Lloyd. You ran all over the place, looking for him. You found him in the fountain. You got in it to check on him. You didn’t care that your clothes and shoes got wet. You were more concerned about Lloyd.

“Lloyd?” You gently tapped his cheek. “Lloyd!” You say a bit louder.

Lloyd’s eyes fluttered opened. He groans in pain and looks at you. You felt relieved to know that he’s alive.

“Oh, thank god!” You cried.

You hugged him tightly, not wanting to let him go. Lloyd smiles to himself, loving how caring you are.

“Six tried to get me to go with him, but I told him I didn’t want to. I want to stay with you.” You say, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s ok, sunshine.” Lloyd says softly.

Lloyd sat up with your help. Out of nowhere, you kissed him passionately. He was caught by surprise, but kissed you back.

“I love you!” You blurted out.

“I love you too, cupcake.” Lloyd smiles.

You checked out Lloyd’s injuries and then helped him out of the fountain.

“You need to go to a hospital.” You say.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” Lloyd says softly.

“You’re injured. You need to get patched up.” You say.

Lloyd knew better than to argue with you. So he gave in and agreed to get patched up at a hospital. You stayed with him the whole time.

“We should go on a vacation.” Lloyd suggests.

“To where?” You asked.

“Anywhere you want.” He says.

“Somewhere tropical would be nice, but you need to heal first.” You say, pecking his lips softly.

“Good point.” He says with a smile.

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

-Bucky’s Doll

[yvette-tal]

“…what’s this?” You ask with a suspicious look on your face as Connor hands you a box.

A box he only handed over to you after closing and locking his room for with the both of you inside. He shrugs, looking off to the side as he sits down on his bed “Maybe you should open it and find out.” He says.

You’re still eyeing him with suspicion as you cut open the box and open it, your face(as well as your mind) going blank as a smile grows on Connor’s face when you see what’s in the box.

“Do you like it?” Connor asks, a somewhat proud look on his face as you slowly look up at him.

“Connor.”

“Yes sir?”

“Last week, when you asked how big my tits were, you could have just asked for my binder size.”

“Same thing.”

“I assure you, it is not.”