#lloyd hansen and pumpkin

[imaginedreamwrite]

Seven for Lloyd and Pumpkin please!

He cornered you, trapping you against the wall of the bathroom with his sharp eyes and shifting scowl. Lloyd Hansen was not a man to be fucked with, he had made himself become a stalwart figure of sadistic interrogations tactics to get what he needed out of people.

He was a wraith, cutting through anyone or anything that stood in the way of what he wanted. Lloyd knew you were pushing him, as you usually did, he knew you were trying to tempt him into an argument on grounds of keeping yourself emotionally detached.

You were soulmates, however. It wasn’t easy for you to remove yourself from him no matter how hard your fucking father tried.

You were his; he was yours.

“Pumpkin,” he took a step toward you, the soles of his Italian leather boots crunching glass beneath them, “you have nowhere to run.”

“Fuck off, fuck off and fuck you.” Your dress was torn, pins ripped from your hair in the mad dash to erase all memory of this perceived night from hell. “You fucking bastard! You and that stupid-”

“Her name is Galina, Pumpkin.” Lloyd found himself mildly amused by the clear envy that was seeping from you.

“That Russian whore!” You screamed at him, ripping off the sole remaining heel to chuck it at his head. “You and her deserve each other! You and her-“

“Pumpkin stop.” Lloyd caught your heel and let it fall, stepping over the remaining glass to come face to face with you.

“Fuck you.” The first strike landed on his jaw, a dull pain blooming where you hit him. The second was made straight to the shoulder, another bloom of mild pain and yet he was remaining complacent.

You would be the only one to strike him, the only one to throw punches and get away with it.

“Are you done?” Lloyd was condescending, he was an asshole to the ninth degree.

He knew that, he embraced it to the fullest extent. You were his weakness, you were the only thing that made him feel human.

“You’re such an asshole, Lloyd. You and that stupid Russian whore—God! Did you even…did you ever think-” The dealings he had with the famous Batva family had screwed with your head, it was fun to them and they’d spared no mercy for you.

“I’ve had enough.” Lloyd hooked his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you toward him.

His fingers wove into the strands of your hair and he closed his fist to keep a tight hold on you. His other hand cupped your jaw, maybe more forcefully than he should’ve, to make you look at them. He held your gaze, searched your eyes and waited for you to become pliant after you’d calmed little.

“I’m a sadistic bastard, I didn’t think twice about killing your father and burning your childhood home to the fucking ground to get you. I didn’t hesitate to drive that knife into your brothers chest when he took you from me for an opportunity to make me suffer.” Lloyd’s fingers curled in your hair, his free hand dropping from your jaw to settle on the small of your back.

“What’s your point, dick?” Your voice trembled through your insult, a true testament to your emotional state.

“You’re mine. You’re my soulmate, my wife. You will always be mine.” His lips crashed against yours, his kiss possessive and obsessive as he was chasing some high only you could provide him.

He took everything you had to give him, and returned the favour with his own glimmer of weakness that blew through his kiss. It was an life-altering exchange of trust that you’d never experienced before, it was a new level of intimacy unlocked between the two of you.

And when Lloyd pulled away, he embraced your quietude with an promise whispered into your hair.

[buckets-and-trees]

Welcome Home, Pumpkin [sugar]

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x curvy Female!Reader Word Count: 2k Summary: Bad ethics. Zero impulse control. This is what everyone says about him. What will it mean for you tonight?

Content/Warnings: pregnancy talk, use of pet name "Pumpkin," established relationship, explicit smut (vaginal intercourse, slight overstimulation, fingering, marking/biting), dacryphilia, dirty talk

Notes: This is one of three in a set of short stories with Lloyd served three ways - soft, soft!dark, and dark. The three will feature the same setting, overlapping themes, shared thoughts, and bits of dialogue. Sugar is the soft version. Also, this is the first time I've written something significant for just Lloyd - I've had him in a multi-character piece and some thots/drabbles, but *takes deep breath* first solo project for him from me! Thank you @stargazingfangirl18 for holding my hand periodically throughout this!

sugar pumpkin | spiced pumpkin | smashed pumpkin

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You shut the door behind you and sigh, happy to be home after a long day - a long week, really. 

You kick off your shoes, drop your bag, and turn on some music before padding down the hallway to your bedroom, more than ready to change from your more professional clothes to something comfy to lounge in the rest of the evening. 

You jump when a deep, serious voice you aren’t expecting says, “Welcome home, Pumpkin.”

Your heart rockets into your throat, hand flying to your chest. “Lloyd Hansen!”

He chuckles, rising from the spot he’d been perched on the edge of the bed. 

“You’re not supposed to be here!” 

He makes a show of bowing slightly, “And yet, here I am.”

You hesitate in the doorway, studying the face of the man you are so familiar with. The steel blue eyes, the sharp jawline, the ridiculous mustache you’ve come to love. 

You can sense he’s eager, impatient, but he will wait for you to come to him. 

As if you’ve been anything but drawn to this man since the day you two first crossed paths. He was dangerous and certainly not suited for you. Yet that had changed, little by little, until you couldn’t imagine living your life without this fierce man folded into every part of it, and every part of your heart. 

“Are you going to tell me what you’re keeping from me?” he asks, lifting his chin just a fraction. 

And oh that look does something to you - the delicious swoop in your stomach that always makes you weak and eager for him. 

Slowly, you take measured steps toward him, biting your lip. 

How will he react? 

It’s been the question on your mind all week. 

“Pumpkin?” he presses, tone low, calculated. 

Two final steps to bring you nearly toe to toe with him and you reach for his hand. 

“There’s a little pumpkin on the way,” 

Lloyd opens and then closes his mouth. 

You can hear the beats of one of your favorite songs drifting to you down the hallway from the kitchen, and your heart races in anticipation, needing him to say something. 

You scrunch your nose. “Have I finally rendered you speechless?” you laugh, but there’s a nervous edge to it.

You’ve only spoken about children once, and it was fast, but that was then and hypothetically, and this was now and reality.   

Lloyd sits back on the bed, tugging you forward to stand between his legs. He brings each of his large hands to your hips, then slowly rubs up and down your sides, eyes focusing on your stomach. 

“I knew it,” he whispers. 

You place your hands gently on his broad shoulders. You leave the left one there, but your right hand smoothes over the tightly corded muscles, then up his neck until you’re cupping his jaw, encouraging him to look up at you. 

“Fuck. I wasn’t made to be a good father,” he says. 

You brush your fingers over his forehead. You’re the only one who gives him softness. Sometimes he leans into your touch, but this isn’t one of those times. His mind is too locked into this revelation. 

You tip your head down and press a kiss to his lips. He does kiss you back, and his hands squeeze your waist. 

“You weren’t made to be a good husband either,” you say, pulling back for a moment, looking directly in his eyes, “but you’re the husband I want.”

In one swift motion, Lloyd flips you around and has you on the bed pinned beneath him, body pressing into yours. He growls into your mouth as he claims you in another kiss. He props himself up slightly on one arm, and his other hand reaches to tear the front of your shirt open, rending the fabric in two. You look up at him, waiting with bated breath. 

“I’d burn down the world for you, you know that?”

“Mhmm,” you hum. Your body surges up, pelvis seeking his. “I do.”

He gives you what you want, grinding down into you, and you moan. “And fuck if I’m not already ready to burn it down for them, too,” he murmurs, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses down your chest. He pauses above your belly, tracing his fingers over your soft curves, where you’ll soon start to grow with his child.

Lloyd's touch is reverent, almost hesitant, as his fingers ghost over your skin. You've never seen him like this before - so gentle, so in awe. It makes your heart swell with love for this complicated man.

"I never thought..." he trails off, voice thick with emotion.

You card your fingers through his hair, encouraging him to continue. "Never thought what, my love?"

He looks up at you, eyes shining. "That I could have this. A family. Something pure and good."

You cup his face in your hands, drawing him up for a tender kiss.

"You deserve it," you whisper against his lips. "We deserve it."

Lloyd pulls back slightly, studying your face with an intensity that makes your breath catch. His thumb traces your cheekbone, then brushes over your bottom lip.

"I don't deserve you," he says, voice low and rough. He pulls back slightly, searching your eyes. "I've done terrible things, Pumpkin. Things that would make you run if you knew. But I'm too selfish to let you go."

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "I’ve told you before: I'm not going anywhere."

His lips crash into yours, hungry and demanding. You respond with equal fervor, arching into him as his hands roam your body, knowing every inch of it intimately after so much time spent like this, body to body, skin to skin, the rest of the world forgotten.

Lloyd breaks the kiss, leaving you breathless and wanting more. He trails his lips down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there. You gasp and tilt your head, giving him better access.

"Mine," he growls against your throat. "All mine."

"Yes," you breathe, fingers tangling in his hair. "Yours, Lloyd. Always yours."

His hands slide down to your hips, gripping them possessively. He pulls back to look at you, eyes dark with desire and something else - a fierce protectiveness that makes your heart race.

He yanks the clothing completely down and off your bottom half, and then he’s between your legs, cock out, and pushing his thick, blunt head inside you. You moan and clutch at his chest.

Lloyd growls, grabs your wrists, and pins them above your head in one of his giant hands.

Then he proceeds to fuck you.

Slowly.

Lloyd's pace is agonizing, each thrust deep and deliberate. You melt into him, and your eyes slip closed, but he won't allow it.

"Look at me," he demands, voice rough. He grips your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "That's it, Pumpkin. Let me see that pretty face.”

You don’t realize you are crying until you feel Lloyd thumbing the tears away from your cheek. Your heart skips a beat as you stare into his fierce, blue eyes. Lloyd's mustache twitches as he smirks, clearly enjoying the way you’ve gotten lost in the moment.

It only seems to spur Lloyd on, his thrusts becoming harder, but not faster. Each powerful movement forces small whimpers from your lips.

"Such sweet sounds," Lloyd murmurs, his breath hot across your face. "I can’t fucking get enough of hearing you sing for me like this."

Your body trembles beneath Lloyd's, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze and the relentless rhythm of his hips. You strain against his grip on your wrists, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer.

"Please," you whimper, arching your back. "Lloyd, I need…"

He chuckles darkly, nipping at your earlobe. "What do you need, Pumpkin? Tell me."

"You," you gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside you. "All of you. Faster, harder…"

Lloyd releases your wrists, allowing you to wrap your arms around him and pull him flush against you. His muscular body covers yours completely as he picks up the pace, driving into you with renewed vigor.

"Like this?" he growls, snapping his hips forcefully.

"Yes!" you cry out, digging your nails into his back. "Oh god, yes!"

Lloyd buries his face in your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin there as he pounds into you relentlessly. The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and your breathless moans.

You feel the tension building within you, coiling tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust. Lloyd's breath is ragged against your neck, his muscular body moving with a primal intensity that leaves you dizzy with desire.

"That's it," he growls, voice low and gravelly. “Fucking come around my cock, Mrs. Hansen.”

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you arch into him, chasing your release. Lloyd shifts slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly stars explode behind your eyelids. You cry out his name as you come.

Lloyd growls in satisfaction as he feels you clench around him, your body shuddering with pleasure. He doesn't slow his pace, driving you through your orgasm and beyond. The overstimulation makes you whimper and clutch at his shoulders.

"Lloyd," you gasp, voice trembling. "I can't—"

"You can," he insists, his tone brooking no argument. "And you will. Give me another, Pumpkin."

His hand snakes between your bodies, finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. He rubs tight circles there, timing his movements with with his thrusts.

Your body responds to Lloyd's expert touch, despite your protests. The overstimulation borders on painful, but the pleasure builds again, impossibly intense. You're trembling, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as Lloyd pushes you relentlessly towards another peak.

"That's it," he growls, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. "Show me how good I make you feel."

With a keening cry, you shatter again, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crash over you. Lloyd's movements become erratic as he chases his own release. His fingers dig into your hips, sure to leave bruises, but you don't care. You want to be marked by him, to carry the evidence of his passion on your skin.

"Fuck," he growls, his voice strained. "You're so goddamn perfect."

With a final, powerful thrust, Lloyd buries himself deep inside you and comes with a guttural groan. You feel the warmth of his release filling you, and you cling to him, savoring the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress.

You can feel his heart thundering against your chest, but Lloyd's weight is comforting, grounding you as your own heartbeat slowly returns to normal.

As you both come down, you lace the fingers of one of your hands with his, and your other hand drops down to stroke softly up and down his back.

Finally, Lloyd lifts his head from the crook of your neck, his steel blue eyes searching your face. His expression is softer now, a tenderness there that only you ever get to see.

But still, there’s a ghost of a smirk on his face. “You make me crazy, Mrs. Hansen.”

You laugh. “Don’t you mean, ‘I love you, Mrs. Hansen?’”

Lloyd's eyes crinkle at the corners as he chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that reverberates through your body. "Isn't that what I said?" he teases, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You roll your eyes playfully, but your heart swells with affection. "I love you too, you impossible man."

He shifts, carefully rolling off you but keeping you close, tucking you against his side. His hand splays possessively over your stomach, and you can't help but smile at the gesture.

"A little pumpkin," he whispers.

“Ours,” you join your hand over his.

“Fuck,” he says, and you laugh and kiss him again.

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[esotericgalaxy]

Lloyd Hansen can break this back 🥴🤪

[jesevans]

This is so sweet in a twisted, psychotic sort of way 😏

Pumpkin is never getting her car back again, is she?

Lloyd's Valentine

Based on this post. Thanks for the idea @alicedopey! I couldn't get it out of my head!

It's been a rough few months but you're finally hitting your stride at your new job. New job, new life, new everything. You had to leave your old life behind when you witnessed Lloyd at his work. He wasn't who you thought he was. He was dangerous so you ran. It's taken some time but you're finally getting to a good place in your new life.

The phone at your desk rings and you answer it with the scripted response. You hear a familiar chuckle and your blood runs cold.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Pumpkin," the voice says before the line goes dead.

Your head starts swimming. You think you should run, but maybe that's exactly what he wants, what he's expecting. Maybe you can stay inside and be safe? You have to leave eventually but if he doesn't know when you leave--

The building alarm cuts through your thoughts. A fire alarm? Fuck. Your boss walks through the cubicles letting everyone know to be calm, but move quickly out of the building as there was a bomb threat.

Shit, you think. A fire alarm would be quickly found out to be fake but a bomb threat in a building this big would take all day. You're not getting back inside any time soon.

You try to stay with a group of coworkers. You barely know them but right now they're your biggest protection. Everyone else is looking at the building, making small talk, but your eyes are on our surroundings. Everyone is given the all clear to go home for the day and you try to keep pace with everyone else getting into their cars.

A car pulls up alongside your small group. The window rolls down and you see that arrogant, mustachioed man smiling at you. "Pumpkin," he calls out, "come on in, I'll give you a ride!"

"I...I brought my own car. Thanks anyways."

"Pumpkin," he intones. "Be a good girl and get in the car."

You realize that he's stopped you long enough that you've been left behind by the other people. There's no one to hide behind, no security of any kind. You fight the urge to cry and get in the car.

"Good girl," he purrs as you buckle your seat belt. "You know, I was really hurt when I found out you'd left me." You keep your head down, knowing that nothing you can say will help you. "I really thought we had something good, you know?"

He drives out of the parking lot as he continues to talk. "I really thought we could've made it, Pumpkin. But then you go and break my heart. I shouldn't have given you a second thought but, I also couldn't just let you hurt me like that." You gulp, thinking about the bloody, violent scene that had scared you away.

"But, when I saw you again, I just couldn't bring myself to do that." You look at him, confusion written all over your face. "It's Valentine's Day after all," he explains. "We should be doing all the stuff couples do. So I called in the bomb threat to make sure you'd have your day cleared to spend with me." He grins a Cheshire grin, "you're gonna spend all day apologizing for leaving me. Do you understand, Pumpkin?"

"Y-yes, Lloyd," you whisper.

"Good girl, Pumpkin. Good girl."

[imyourbratzdoll]

Can I please request best friends, dad!Lloyd, finding you masturbating in his bed!! Maybe include some toys+squirting?? Thnnnx!! Love your blog💘💘

hey honey, thank you so much!

summary - you've been pining over your best friend's dad and decide to take your chance, knowing he's out and your best friend is asleep, you be a little bit naughty and touch yourself on his bed, not knowing he's coming home early.

warning - smut, masturbating, voyeurism, squirting.

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

You were sneaky, waiting until your best friend fell asleep so you could sneak out of her room. You’ve hung around enough to know that her father works late, only coming home early in the morning, sometimes covered in blood. You had a slight crush on the man. I mean, could you really be blamed? Wearing your tiny white nightie as you head toward Mr Hansen’s room, you sneak inside, not bothering to close the door as your friend sleeps deeply. 

Your trusty toy tucked into your hand, with your free hand, you drag it along his sheets, sighing as they are so soft. You get wet just thinking about Lloyd lying naked between the sheets, stroking his thick member. You whimper, crawling onto the bed and lying down. You moan as your body relaxes. Your eyes slip closed, and your fingers skim your nipples. They slowly slide down your body, landing between your legs and circling your puffy clit. 

You blindly turn your toy on, placing it directly onto your clit, causing soft mewls to escape your lips. Your mind begins to drift off thinking of Lloyd, imagining him walking in on you, degrading you, until he finally flips you around and thrusts into you. You are so caught up in pleasure that you don’t hear Lloyd arriving home earlier than usual or entering the house and making his way to his room. You don’t even notice him leaning against the doorway, and you whine as you arch your back, grinding down onto the toy. “Oh, Mr Hansen.”

Lloyd crosses his arms as he watches you with a smirk and clears his throat. His smirk grows when your eyes fly open, and you freeze, mouth opening and closing as you try and find an excuse for why you are in his bed, touching yourself. “Well, sweetheart. If I had known this is what I would’ve been coming home to, I would’ve come home much faster.” His eyes slowly move down your body, licking his lips when they land on the soaked toy between your legs. Lloyd waves his hand. “Don’t stop on my account, please. Continue.”

“M–mr Hans–” He cuts you off with a raised brow. You feel your body heat up and your cunt throb as he stares you down. You gasp as you press the toy harder against your clit, and your legs fall open, giving Lloyd a better view. 

“Mm, that’s right, pretty girl. Get off in my bed. I bet you wouldn’t even be able to stop even if my daughter woke.” He smirks, making his way over and sitting close to you on the bed, causing your mind to go fuzzy from his scent alone. You throb when he touches your thigh, stroking it as his gaze sticks to the toy between your legs. “You’re such a naughty girl, pining over your best friend’s dad… Hmm.” You look at him with wide eyes, mouth falling open and eyes crossing. “You thought I didn’t notice? It’s quite flattering, pumpkin. Why do you think I walked around half-naked? Or brushed up against you.” Lloyd smirks, stroking your cheek before gripping your chin and resting his thumb on your plump bottom lip. “Are you going to cum for me? Make a mess on my sheets?” 

You whine, nodding. Lloyd groans when your lips wrap around his thumb, and you begin to suck, staring up at him with wide innocent eyes. Your walls pulsate, and your clit throbs, toes curling as your end approaches. “Mr Hansen!” Your back arches, and your juices squirt out of you, tiring your body and causing you to sag into the bed. Your eyes flutter, the toy falling limp between your legs. “I–I’m sorry…” You realise what you have done and try to get up, but Lloyd stops you.

“Don’t be sorry, pumpkin. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Lloyd grabs the toy, feeling his cock stir with how wet it is and holds it up, watching with a smirk as your juices create a string. “Naughty, naughty girl. Look at the mess you’ve made.” You watch with wide eyes as he licks up your arousal before throwing the toy aside and climbing on top of you. “Just because you’ve had your fun, sweetness, doesn’t mean you can leave. You don’t want to leave without letting me pump you full, right?” 

You shake your head, feeling your cunt throb in anticipation. Your fantasy was finally coming true.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mustache Ride » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Husband!Lloyd Hansen x Wife!Reader

Summary: Y/N wants to take a ride on Lloyd’s mustache.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, face sitting, dirty talk, kissing, fingering, female receiving, praise kink, use of pet names

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Lloyd is irresistible, especially his mustache. He eats you out every chance he gets. You’ve been curious to know what it would be like to get a mustache ride from him. In other words, sit on his face. That’s what you’re going to try to convince him to let you do right now. You walked in the main room of his and your big house to see him working on something.

“Lloyd?” You say, your voice sounding quiet.

“Yes, pumpkin?” Lloyd says, turning his attention to you.

“I want to do something with you.” You say, taking a seat on his lap.

“What would you like to do, princess?” He asks, placing his hands on your hips.

“I want a mustache ride.” You say, rubbing your finger across his mustache.

A chuckle left Lloyd’s lips as a smirk formed on his face.

“I can do that. Go to our bedroom and I’ll be there in a moment.” He says.

Tingles of excitement went through your body and you felt your panties dampen with your slick. Lloyd kissed you before you got off his lap and went upstairs to yours and his bedroom. You stripped from your clothes and sat on the bed, patiently waiting for your husband.

“You’re such a good girl, pumpkin.” Lloyd praises, walking in the bedroom, closing and looking the door behind him.

You watched as Lloyd approached the bed and laid down on his back.

“You know what to do, princess.” He says.

You crawled over to him, placing your legs on either side of his shoulders. His hands rubbed the sides of your thighs to your ass cheeks, giving them a squeeze. His hands found their way to your hips and pulled you closer to his face. You gasped when you felt his breath against your wet pussy.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long, sweetheart.” Lloyd admits.

Your hands grasped the headboard when his tongue licked in between your wet folds. A surprised moan left your lips. He did that for a moment before latching his lips on your clit and began sucking on it. Your hands tightened on the headboard as pleasure slowly took over your body. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head tilted back.

“Lloyd…” You moaned more in a gasp.

You slowly moved yourself against his mouth, gasping when you felt his mustache rubbing against your clit. One of his hands left your hip and went to your pussy, sliding a finger inside of you and rubbed along your wet walls. A breathy moan left your lips.

“Oh fuck…” You moaned more in a whine.

His finger moved at a steady pace while his tongue began to circle your clit, sending a tingling feeling through your body. You glanced down at your husband, seeing him staring up at you. He winked up at you. Lloyd slid another finger in your pussy and began moving both of them in and out of you while his tongue continued to work on your clit. Pleasure slowly took over your body. Your eyes fluttered shut and you bit your bottom lip, enjoying the pleasure. Lloyd’s free hand reached up and cupped your breast before getting it a squeeze and pinching your nipple. You gasped and your cunt squeezed around his fingers. Lloyd smirked against your pussy, pleased with the reaction that came from you. He repeated his same actions on your other breast, earning the same reaction from you before putting his focus back on your pussy. Lloyd curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. You bucked your hips against his face. His tongue moved in a flicking motion against your clit.

“I know you’re getting close, sunshine…” Lloyd almost whispers. “The faster you cum, I’ll fuck you stupid.” He says.

You moaned at his dirty words. His fingers moved faster as they fucked you, curling against your sweet spot each time. His tongue continued to flick against your clit, along with the hairs of his mustache rubbing against it. You felt your lower abdomen tighten. Lloyd knew your orgasm was coming closer and closer. He quickened his movements with his fingers and tongue to get you closer to the edge. Soon enough, you were right there.

“Lloyd, I-” A moan left your lips before you could finish your sentence.

“Cum for me, pumpkin.” He says.

A loud moan of his name fell from your lips as you came. Lloyd’s fingers and tongue came to a slow stop. You breathed heavily as he lowered you down to the bed.

“Holy shit…” You breathed. “That was fucking incredible.” You say, turning your head towards Lloyd.

“Don’t say that just yet, sunshine.” Lloyd got off the bed to strip off his clothes. “We’re just getting started.” He says, getting back on the bed.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[imaginedreamwrite]

Water Under The Bridge: Part 3

Condensation rolled down the side of the glass to the cheap cardboard coaster below the bottom, the dampening and darkening colour was hardly out of place with the overall aesthetic of the bar.

It was your hideout, your hideaway from the inevitable and the weight of what was about to come crashing down on you was as avoidable as your family. If you were given the choice to hide your head in the sand and avoid whatever hell your family was inflicting upon themselves at the moment, you would always choose to ignore their squabbles.

Your mother and your brother who were innately just as power-hungry as your father, and your father who had tried to inflate his ego with the countless brown-nosing assholes he surrounded himself with had finally hit a roadblock.

Your brother Cade, who was eager to flaunt the money your father had from his illicit affairs, the party had come to a screeching halt when it was announced that your father had died. Cade’s use of cocaine and the circle of escorts he and his friends shared, would come to an end.

The will of your grandfather had been linked to your father’s and with the announcement that he was dead, the will your father was forced to make under the direction of executors of your grandfather’s will, would come into play.

Cade and your mother, their future depended on what your grandfather and father had willed. Both were holding out hope that everything would go to them, the money and the assets and the power.

You never wanted to return home, and your father had promised that you would never have to come back.

He had promised that you would never be called back if you had kept up the appointments to have your soulmate mark removed like it was since you were younger. Your father wouldn’t call or come for you as long as you removed the mark that bound you to your perfectly matched other half.

As if removing the mark would remove the bond. As if it was that easy.

“My father promised I wouldn’t have to go back.” Your glass remained untouched, the foaming head was far more deflated now that it had sat.

It was ordered for you and yet you hadn’t touched it other than to wipe some of the condensations off the smooth edge. Your fingertips had been made wet from the cool beads and the pattern you drew on the dark countertop had dried soon enough, yet you still hadn’t taken a drink.

“Things changed. You need to come home.” Val had come to find you, he had tracked you to this cheap and dingy bar, your hiding place uprooted by people around campus who knew you and your hiding spots.

He had come for you, Valandro, to give you what insight he had into the sudden change of plans.

He hadn’t appeared in one of his typical well-crafted Italian-made suits, he appeared to you wearing something unsuspecting.

Still, despite not looking as put together as your father made him appear many times before, he didn’t look any less imposing or intimidating in a pair of jeans and a worn leather jacket.

His silvered hair was still coiffed out of his face, his bright hazel eyes were studious as he watched you. His beard was just as you remembered, thick but well taken care of and it wasn’t hard to see why so many of Cade’s hookups, that weren’t escorts, had been so devoutly attracted to Val.

To them, he was an older man who was still well within his prime.

To you, Val was like your father.

Your father might have declared him your uncle Val, but truly he felt more like your father and you were closer to a daughter than a non-blood-related niece.

To you, Val was the man your father trusted to watch over you and keep you out of trouble, or out of your father’s place.

Val was the man who took you to our dance classes, gymnastics, soccer and baseball. Val had shown up to every game you had, every recital or competition ready to cheer you on when your father, mother and brother didn’t care.

Val threatened to cut off your first boyfriend’s nuts and broil them when he broke your heart, the threat less idle than it should have been especially when Val had rendered a set of knives he had specifically to do ill-will. It was a promise of protection going forward, it was a vow that he would always do whatever he could to keep you safe.

And he had.

He had been your dad without being biologically related to you. Val had every kind of support you needed, and he is the only one you cried for when he dropped you off at university. He was the only family member that you missed, the only one you had tried to call once a day.

“Will you be there?” You finally broke the silence, looking at your father figure with apprehension.

“I’ll hold your hand every step of the way.”

Your stomach had twisted and churned anxiously before the blacked-out SUVs had even pulled up to the roundabout driveway. You were steadily biting the inside of your cheek as you descended upon the stately mansion, or castle rather, that Lloyd called home.

And now you, too, would be confined behind walls of stone and the guardsmen’s keeps that towered above the cement pathway. You would be held prisoner by a man who had already called you his and had inflicted more damage upon your mother and brother than you had imagined.

Lloyd Hansen had been known to you less than six hours and already he had caused and created hell for your brother and mother.

It hadn’t been enough that he had likely broken multiple bones in your brother’s body, but then he had burned down your family home without a second thought. It was a natural response to wish them destruction but it was another avenue of will and strength to start the fire that destroyed them.

And he was sitting next to you like completely unbothered.

Your warden; your captor.

“Welcome home, Mrs. Hansen.” He only spoke when the vehicle came to a stop and his hand shot out to take yours, to drag you from the vehicle. “A castle for the princess-“

“Someone’s got an ego.” You ripped your hand from his hold, our eyes burning holes into the man whose name had been stripped from your arm time and time again. “And I’m not a princess. Call me a princess again and I’ll shove a hot poker through your eye.”

Lloyd’s laughter came at the ire of others.

No one had known what to do when their boss, the sadistic monster who had so easily torn nails from fingers, laughed almost boastfully at you.

The man who had killed people for less, who had maimed and torn appendages from each other, was laughing at an insult while the people that worked for him looked on in mild horror. Eyes on you and eyes on him, watching and waiting for Lloyd Hansen to strike you down as he had done for so many others.

“Mrs. Hansen,” Lloyd’s voice dripped like thickened honey yet there was something hidden beneath the golden hue that spelled trouble, “let’s go see your new home.”

Silence struck and Lloyd reached out with his left hand, the middle of his palm pressing against the nape of your neck. His fingers curled around you in a pressing but not constricting grip. The cool metal of his rings caressed your flesh as he yanked you closer to him, angling your head back.

“I’m a patient man, Mrs. Hansen.” His eyes were overcoming and his lips were pressed tight together.

Pulses of silence or strained whispers had come from the eyes watching the two of you. Beats and half-beats of strained breaths and inescapable tension had surged as you were held by his hand.

“I’m not a toy you can possess. I’m not your doll or your plaything.” You were trapped between his chest and the vehicle, his hand holding you in place while he drew his eyes over your body to commit every detail to memory.

“You’re my soulmate and you’ll be my wife.” He spoke with possession and demand, turning you in a sharp motion to face the double front doors of his castle-like mansion.

His hand held you still, even as you felt rage burning beneath your skin.

“Let me give you the tour, Mrs. Hansen.” Lloyd pushed you forward, directing you toward the steps and even further beyond the doors that opened on your approach.

The scattering of men and women as he stepped inside his own home was startling in its own right, but no more than the picturesque design of the interior foyer that looked as if it was ripped from a fairytale.

It was hard not to be taken back by the crystal chandelier but the grand staircase set across from the front door on an angle, made of pure marble with a deep oak railing, had been what stole and held your attention. It was wide and expansive, a sturdy set that led from one immaculate floor to the next, a beacon of bright designs that seemed out of place for a man like him.

A man like Lloyd Hansen…you half expected him to live in a cave.

“Lloyd-“ Double doors opened to the left and a woman had come traipsing out of the room with the click of her heels and a scowl on her face, huffing his name while blowing hair out of her face.

She stopped dead when she came across you, her brown eyes narrowing as she looked you over with an air of speculation that lingered heavily. She was no more impressed with you than she was with Lloyd, and had made her vexation known with a scoff. No manner of appreciation befell upon you or Lloyd although as quickly as she had spoken his name, she had turned on her heel and stalked back into the closed room.

“You piss off everyone you meet, don’t you?” You deridingly scathed, elbowing him as sharply as you could to create distance between you two, sidestepping one of his men who had encroached upon you.

“So what’s next? You got me here, now what? Are you gonna throw me in your torture chamber? Feed me to the fishes?” Truly you were making a mockery of him, and still, he had chuckled under his breath and brushed his fingers across his moustache.

“Rules, Princess.” His lips quirked into a smirk and he nodded his head in the direction of a few goons standing around waiting for instructions, the direction given and the resounding thud of the door slamming shut and the lock sealing your fate.

“I told you not to call me princess.” You ground your teeth and inched closer to him, approaching him with the intent to cause harm and your captor looking entirely unbothered.

Closer and closer you had drawn yourself toward him, your hands balled into fists while he continued to stare at you unflinchingly.

There was no indication that he had ever feared you reaching out and striking him. He stared you down with his intense blue eyes and the firm smirk that was playing on his lips, all while the eyes of his employees or goons watched the scene.

“Princess, princess-“ you swung at him, your hand flying toward his face and with instincts, you didn’t think possible, Lloyd had caught your wrist and spun you in a moment’s notice pinning you against him.

Your back was held tightly against his chest, his lips and the graze of his moustache felt against your ear. His breath was warm and his voice husky as he addressed you with firm and stately possession.

“Don’t like princess, Mrs. Hansen?” You struggled and he held you with strength that shouldn’t have been possible for a man like him.

“I’m not your wife.” You jerked against Lloyd, every attempt to free your hands or yourself from his grip and his holding embrace was met with strong resistance.

He was overpowering you, and getting a sense of arousal from every grind or pull.

“Not yet…” Lloyd’s lips stretched into a grin, maniacal and proud. “…pumpkin.”

His grin widened when you froze, your body almost entirely going lax when he crooned a pet name that affected you like a bolt of lightning to your nervous system.

“You like Pumpkin,” he uses your moment of weakness to corral you into a new embrace, carrying you bridal style and locking you in with his unkempt strength, “how…adorable.”

As if all your strength had been sucked out of you, you remained pliant. You remained unable to fight as he carried and carted you up the grand staircase, even further into the house to your supposed bedroom.

“Welcome home…Pumpkin.”

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Welcome Home, Pumpkin [spiced]

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x curvy Female!Reader Word Count: 1.9k Summary: Bad ethics. Zero impulse control. This is what everyone says about him. What will it mean for you tonight?

Content/Warnings: dubious consent, soft!dark story, use of pet name "Pumpkin," explicit smut (fingering, unprotected vaginal intercourse), orgasm denial, groping, light choking, bondage

Notes: This is the second of three in a set of short stories with Lloyd served three ways - soft, soft!dark, and dark. The three feature the same setting, overlapping themes, shared thoughts, and bits of dialogue. Spiced is the soft!dark version.

sugar pumpkin | smashed pumpkin

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You shut the door behind you and sigh, happy to be home after a long day - a long week, really. 

You slip your shoes off, hang your bag on the hook by the door, and turn on some music before making your way down the hall to your bedroom, ready to change from your professional clothes to something comfy to lounge in the rest of the evening. 

You jump when a deep, serious voice you aren’t expecting says, “Welcome home, Pumpkin.”

Your heart rockets into your throat, and you grip the doorframe. “Lloyd Hansen!”

He chuckles, rising from the spot he’d been perched on the edge of the bed. 

“You’re not supposed to be here.” 

He makes a show of bowing slightly, “And yet, here I am.”

You hesitate in the doorway, studying the face of the man you are now so familiar with. The steel blue eyes, the sharp jawline, the ridiculous mustache you hoped to avoid indefinitely. 

He looks you up and down slowly, then sits back on the bed. “Did you think I would really be stuck in a Lithuanian prison?”

You narrow your eyes slightly and chew the inside of your cheek. His eyes study you as much as you’re studying him, and you don’t want to give anything away. 

“Aw, you did. That’s cute,” he says, voice dripping in saccharine sweetness. “You should’ve known I’d be able to work myself out of there in two or three days, at most.”

You shrug. “A girl can hope.”

“Only one night, by the way, since I know you won’t ask,” he says, clearly wanting to boast. 

“And that was six months ago,” you counter. “I finished the job and got the paycheck.”

“The job might be done, but we have unfinished business, Pumpkin. And it’s more fun surprising you like this when you thought you’d never see me again, isn’t it?” he simpers. 

He might have been biding his time to drop in on your life again, and you can sense he’s eager, a bit impatient, but you also sense he will play this out the way he wants now that the two of you are in the same room together again.

And you hate the way you’ve been drawn to this man since the day you two first crossed paths. He is dangerous and untrustworthy. You operate in the daylight and occasionally step into the shadows, but he lives in the dark, revels in it. 

“Are you going to tell me what you’re keeping from me? Why you took the contract in Kaunas in the first place?” he asks, lifting his chin just a fraction. 

And oh that look does something to you - the delicious swoop in your stomach that made you weak in Eastern Europe and traitorously eager for him now. 

“No,” you finally answer. Slowly, you take measured steps toward him. 

“Fair enough. But I might get under your skin enough to change your tune, wind you up, have you singing all sorts of secrets for me.”

“How much time did you spend thinking up that line? The imagery, the alliteration? Impressive.”

“Not the only thing that’s impressive about me,” he responds without a second thought.

You scoff, but there is an impertinent flutter in your chest you try to tamp down. He talks - a lot - but from the brief time you were in each others’ orbit in Lithuania, you learned he could back up his bluster with brains and brawn. A dangerous player on the board.

“How much time did spend you think about my fingers deep in your pussy like they were in the closet in that day in Kaunas?”

His words hang in the air, a bold challenge that sends a shiver down your spine. Your mind immediately flashes back to the last day in Lithuania, when you had been alone, hiding in a closet and his fingers had boldly started to explore your body. You can almost feel the heat of his touch, his breath on your neck, and his hard body pressed against your back like they were that day. The memory floods your senses, the smell of wood and dust, the creaking of the floorboards as the hired goons patrolled up and down the hallway just on the other side of the door. And now, here he is, asking how much time she had spent thinking about it.

You couldn't deny to yourself the way your body responds to his words, his presence, craving that same intense pleasure again, but you can deny it to him. You have to.

“I didn’t want you then, and I don’t want you now,” you reply simply and walk over to your dresser, bypassing him on the bed. Methodically, you begin to take off your necklace, and then your watch, as if he’s not there.

“Want, need, crave…”

“Lloyd!” You gasp because those words are murmured directly in your ear, as Lloyd has moved with silent precision right behind you. 

“…those are all different things,” he says. He presses his hard body up against your back, pressing his pelvis up against your ass, knocking you roughly into the drawers, pinning you. “You may not want this, but need it? Crave it?”

“No,” you whimper when he grinds against you again. 

“Mmm, you made some pretty, soft sounds when we were hidden in the dark before. Wonder what sounds I can get you to make now that we’re not trying to be discreet.”

“We’re not trying to be anything,” you argue, squirming against him. 

“Anything with labels, no, definitely not,” he agrees. “But you’re itching for it, aren’t you, Pumpkin?” 

One of his large hands gropes your breast, and the other moves to your throat. He squeezes in both places, and you groan, a shiver ripping through you. 

He chuckles, “I see we like that.”

“No,” you whimper. 

“Boring!” he barks. 

In one swift motion, Lloyd hefts you up, flips you around and has you on the bed pinned beneath him, body pressing into yours. He growls into your mouth as he claims you in a filthy kiss. He props himself up slightly on one arm, and his other hand reaches to tear the front of your shirt open, rending the fabric in two. 

You look up at him, chest heaving, waiting with bated breath. 

He unbuttons the top of your pants and drags down the zipper, all the while looking in your eyes. 

“I find you wet, and I’m not stopping,” he insists, tone low, calculated. 

You could press your thighs together, try to squirm away from him, but he’s too strong, and you know what he’s going to find. You could even turn your head and look away, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction. 

His fingers dip into your panties, and he goes straight for the cut of you, slick and wet for him, and slips a finger inside. 

“I knew it,” he whispers. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in slow circles.

You moan, arching into his touch, unable to resist the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Such a sensitive little thing,” he murmurs, adding another finger and thrusting them inside you.

You wriggle and writhe beneath him, unable to control your body’s response to his touch. He watches with dark satisfaction as you lose yourself in the moment.

“Lloyd,” you moan his name, and he chuckles softly.

“You sound so sweet when you say my name like that,” he coos, increasing the speed of his fingers inside you.

Your breath hitches as your orgasm approaches.

But then he pulls his thick fingers away, and a whine escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your body surges up, pelvis seeking his.

"You'll give me what I want," Lloyd purrs, his voice low and dangerous. He brings his slick fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, maintaining eye contact with you the entire time. The sight makes you shiver involuntarily.

"Never," you breathe, but your voice lacks conviction.

Lloyd smirks, clearly not believing you. "We'll see about that."

He leans down, pressing his body against yours once more. His lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "I always get what I want. And right now, I want you."

Before you can respond, he captures your lips in another searing kiss. His hands roam your body, touching, teasing, igniting a fire within you that you've tried so hard to extinguish. You hate how easily he can affect you, how your body responds to his touch without your permission.

Lloyd's voice is a low rumble against your ear as he pins you to the bed. "You'll tell me everything I want to know."

You struggle to catch your breath, still reeling from the sudden loss of his touch. "I told you, I'm not giving you anything."

He smirks, trailing a finger down your cheek. "Oh, but you will. Your body's already betraying you. I think you’ll give me everything."

You think there’s a possibility he could end up being right, because while you didn’t think of him much after Lithuania, the truth is you did think of him. You thought of him on some of the nights alone in your bed when you had your best orgasms.

"What's the real reason you took that contract in Kaunas?" he demands.

You clench your jaw, refusing to answer. Lloyd's hand slides back to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp.

"Come on, Pumpkin. Make this easy on yourself."

Your breath catches as his fingers tighten ever so slightly around your throat. The pressure sends a thrill through you, desire boiling in your belly despite your best efforts to resist.

"I won't tell you anything," you manage to choke out, your voice strained.

Lloyd's eyes darken with a mix of frustration and arousal. "So stubborn," he murmurs. "But I did hope you’d choose the hard way."

He takes off his belt and binds it around your forearms. He yanks the clothing completely down and off your bottom half, and then he’s between your legs, cock out, and pushing his thick, blunt head against your entrance. He leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "Last chance to tell me what I want to know."

You turn your head, refusing to meet his gaze. "Go to hell," you spit out.

He chuckles darkly. "Oh, we're already there, Pumpkin."

With one powerful thrust, he buries himself inside you. You cry out, overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. Lloyd groans, his fingers digging into your hips.

"Fuck, you feel even better than I thought you would.”

You moan and push your bound forearms at his chest.

Lloyd growls, grabs your wrists, and pins them above your head in one of his giant hands.

Then he proceeds to fuck you.

Slowly.

He gives you what you won’t admit you want.

Over and over again he gives it to you, until you’re boneless, voice hoarse, throat raw, limbs aching, babbling, but somehow still fighting against giving the one piece of information he’s seemingly desperate to have.

When dawn is about to break, dazed and delirious with pleasure, you wonder which of you will break first - or if neither of you will.

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Aaaaah! So with the second one, what do you think? Was this anything like what you were expecting? Did you catch the repeated lines?

...and will you be ready for the third and darkest of the three?!

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Chapter 2

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.

After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.

Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.

Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.

You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.

Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.

“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.

You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.

“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.

Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.

💼

After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.

Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.

“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”

He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.

Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”

“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.

You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.

“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”

You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”

This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.

“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.

Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.

Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.

After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.

Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."

Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.

“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.

Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.

A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)

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ooo how would ce characters react if you started decorating for autumn in august? 🤭

Ya know, right off the bat, I can't think of anyone who's downright against it, but some of them would help and some would just leave you to it. One--take a wild guess--would throw an incredible bitch-fit if he tripped over one gd thing in his way, but otherwise...

Um, there's some language but nothing adult-specific.

Most Into Autumn Decor--Curtis Everett

Okay, there's a reason I worded it that way, but I was a bit surprised, too. I would not be able to tell you if this somehow wasn't influenced by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork's "Life Is Short So Make It Sweet" series, but I truly believe Curtis would be equally into decorating for fall/autumn with you. He'd be the most active in finding decor, too, whether he's shopping with you there or just finding stuff randomly. He'd take the time to plan out and execute a whole thing in the house, and he would get the most joy out of sitting in the warm glow.

Honorable Mentions to James Mace, Johnny Storm, and Ransom Drysdale.

Mace will get into it but not as much as Curtis and for a shorter period of time. You best believe Johnny digs the campfire-and-s'mores vibes but is wary of shit hanging from the ceiling or dry stuff piled on the floor. Ransom is obviously into dressing for the season but also likes to find the most expensive version of all decor, so those beautiful, blown-glass pumpkins are a staple. Ran is perfectly fine if you want to repaint the damn walls every couple months to match the mood; he's fine with it, but he doesn't expend much effort.

Most Indifferent--Jimmy Dobyne

He doesn't hate the season by any means. He's fine with the colors. He likes when you're happy, so if the house needs to be packed with pumpkins and fairylights and shit, okay. Don't expect him to really participate in it, and don't bring rotting leaves into the house. Real pumpkins are for eating or outside.

The other reason he doesn't really care is that Jimmy spends most days outdoors for work and whatnot. He sorta just...sees autumn the whole time it's autumn, and that is enough for him.

*Most Into Halloween Decor--Jake Jensen

If you were wondering why I didn't mention Jake earlier it's because he is miles above Curtis's enthusiasm for one specific thing: spooky shit.

Jake isn't afraid to go all-out. He will make the entire house, the yard, the gd neighborhood if they let him, into a haunted experience. This is, unfortunately, to the point where you have slipped on fake blood before and bruised your tailbone. Jake is now limited to the week of Halloween itself for the more dangerous accoutrements like liquids and sharp blades. Knives and weapons stay in shadowboxes or cabinets otherwise.

No, he will not be taking questions about why they aren't the fake, safe kinds. Just let him have this.

**I don't have a name for the superlative that Lloyd Hansen wins but he is the most obsessed with curating *his look* seasonally.

Yes, I even mean more so than our sweater boi Ransom...

Lloyd is also the man who flips the fuck out if a room or the yard is littered with stuff to decorate. If it's a mess (even for a little while) he thinks it all looks trashy and can't stand that, so you gotta be kinda stealth or methodical about doing it.

Most Into DIY Decor--Ari Levinson

Project? Did someone say project???? Ari's there, tools ready, let's go.

Ari's the man who has a shed or garage full of stuff for all occasions. Sure, there are a lot of power tools and mechanic things, but he's also kept track of all the art supplies, cleaned up that hot-glue gun and twist-tied the cord nicely, and sorted everything into bins or some of the drawers in his shelves. Nails and screws for all sorts. Wall anchors if necessary. He keeps a stash of those papertowel rolls for kids projects. Tissue paper and bags for gift wrapping. He doesn't go so far as to color-code it or anything, but it's grouped together and neatly stowed away. He is always willing to participate in building something new, even if it's silly little paper things.

Most Into Autumn Activities--Steve Rogers

I don't think Steve has any issue with early sprucing for the season, but he is definitely planning where the apple-picking and pumpkin patches are and when to go. There may be fourteen different hay rides and corn mazes to get through, but don't worry, he's got a schedule! He's rewashed the thermoses for hot cocoa at the ready. He bought another stack of pie tins just in case. He printed off several new recipes to try this year, and the ones from last year have hand-written notes in the margins of what to adjust this time. So, yup, hang onto your butts because it's gonna get real busy in a few weeks...

Thank you for asking!

Damnit, these are so amazingly fun. Keep 'em coming!!

[Main Masterlist; Who Would...Asks; Ko-Fi]

[thezombieprostitute]

Character reactions to "Tell me I'm pretty?" Because sometimes you just need someone to tell you, you know?

Bucky Barnes - gives you a confused look, "of course you're pretty." Starts inwardly worrying he's not telling you often enough and starts tracking when he tells you so he can do better.

Curtis Everett - looks deeply into your eyes with a very serious expression, "you're very pretty." Follows it up with a gentle kiss.

Hal Carter - smirks, "pretty ain't enough of a word to describe you. Gorgeous would be more appropriate." Grabs you and pulls you in for a deep kiss.

Jake Jensen - also gives you a confused look. "Of course you're pretty. You're the prettiest woman in the world." He proceeds to list all the things he loves about you until you cut him off. Even then, he'll spend the rest of the day telling you the things he likes about you.

James Mace - looks at you like he can't believe you just asked him that. Crosses his arms, stares you down and says, in his most serious tone, "you're pretty. It's a fact."

Johnny Storm - chuckles, "of course. You're my pretty girl." Goes got a kiss but turns it into a tickle session making you laugh and smile.

Jonathan Pine - gently lifts your chin so you're looking him in the eyes and softly whispers, "you're beautiful."

Lloyd Hansen - gets angry. "What the hell, Pumpkin? Did someone say something to you? Do you need me to kick someone's ass for insulting you? Of course you're not pretty, you're gorgeous! I didn't fucking settle down for anything less than "absolutely stunning." Got it?"

Nick Fowler - licks his lips as he lifts your chin to look at him. He lists all the things you've done to dress yourself up (ie nails, makeup) and tells you, "and even without those, you're beautiful." He brings you in for a demanding kiss that leaves you weak in the knees.

Ransom Drysdale - feels a little insulted. "You know I'm a writer, correct? I can call you so many more accurate things than just 'pretty'. Like 'angelic'?"

Sam Wilson - pulls you in for a big hug, kisses along your neck, calling you pretty between kisses.

Steve Rogers - gives you a concerned look before gently pulling you towards him for a loving, gentle kiss. When he pulls away, he looks deep into your eyes, "you're the prettiest doll I've ever met."

++++

Let me know what you think, even if it's that I got some of these completely wrong. 😅

[bigtreefest]

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

Saint or Sinner?

College! Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word Count: 1,331

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

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

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

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lloydssluts]

Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge

Welcome to the Lloyd Hansen Writing Challenge, hosted by the Lloyd Hansen server.

About 2 years ago, we got our first taste of Lloyd Hansen through Netflix’s trailers. From then on, we were hooked. To celebrate this anniversary, we invite writers to join our challenge and create their own Lloyd Hansen fics!

This challenge is 18+ ONLY. Minors are not allowed to engage in any way, shape, or form. It is open to everyone—not just members of our server, although we encourage you to join us if you haven’t already.

All fics will be about Lloyd Hansen. We do not allow incest (stepcest is permitted), underage, or scat play. Fics should be reader inserts* and as inclusive as possible. Any genre (dark, smut, angst, fluff) is allowed. *For any other specifications or adjustments, reach out to one of the mods or send an ask. This is not a strict requirement.

There is no word count requirement. However, you must use a “read more” break, no matter the length. Use appropriate warnings.

The deadline for the challenge is July 22nd, 2024. This is not a strict deadline at all!

You will choose a dialogue that the character has said in the film and transform it from the original context. Certain prompts are open to changing as long as you note that somewhere. Once you’ve chosen a prompt and sent us an ask with it, it will be crossed off from the list. Prompts are on a first-come, first-serve basis! You can select up to 5 prompts.

Need feedback or advice? Feel free to message either one of the mods (@hansensgirl or @cuttlefjsh), or visit our server to discuss your fic with other members.

TAG YOUR FICS WITH THE TAG #Lloyd Hansen Server WC24

Happy writing!

Asterisks + ‘[…]’ indicates a prompt is open for change.

Should we try again?

Boring.

“Mostly, it’s loss which teaches us about the worth of things.” That’s Arthur Schopenhauer. He was a German philosopher, a pessimist. He saw the value in suffering.

Damn it. Phones on silent when I’m working, please.

Still just flirting. But… [...] getting there. *

Well, no one goes to Harvard to play football.

I like to be the exception. What’s up?

Gimme a name.

Could be fun.

Well, I’m gonna need a full green light on this one. Open checkbook.

I’d rather you punch me in the dick.

We’ll find somebody [...] loves and squeeze. *

Have I ever done you wrong, [...]? *

Professionally maybe. Lloyd Hansen, Hansen Government Services.

Aw, does it? Good.

You know my work. That’ll make this next part a lot easier.

You know what makes me sad, [...]? *

Five and a half.

Who likes cats?

Let’s talk about the mess your [...] made. *

Oh, [...] made a big one. And judging by your shallow breathing and puckered asshole*, I can only assume you know why I’m here.

But see, that’s the beauty of the private sector. I don’t care about reasons.

My guess is you’re helping [...] already. So this shouldn’t put too much of a dent in your day. *

But your file, well, that’s chock-full of nuggets, some of which might make you rethink your fussy attitude.

You gonna answer it?

Hey, sunshine. Lloyd Hansen here. I’m the one running this op.

The one where I get exactly what I want.

Okay, that’s fair. Well, why don’t you come on in, and we can chat? My assistant will get lunch. You like sushi?

Well, I’m glad we’re on the same page.

Looks like you need a new phone.

Don’t say “preternatural” to me. It’s an asshole word.

And that, [...], is exactly what bad ethics and zero impulse control will get you. *

I can kill anybody.

Well, we’ll see.

We need to ground in *Vienna.

How do you feel about your license?

Who’s up for some *Tafelspitz?

Hey, sunshine.

What gave it away?

Ballsy.

Nice try, pumpkin.

What size shoe are you?

Can someone get me a Vicodin, please?

On the run, scared shit less.

You know all those rules you guys are always trying to work your way around? They don’t mean dick to me.

Shut up and go sit in the corner.

Oh. How about that?

Forget about the Vicodin.

That’ll do, pig. That’ll do.

Goldilocks, would you be a lamb and excuse us?

Shhh. Please.

Now, whatever I just did to your *ears, it’s not even torture. I just made it up on the spot. Just came to me. And that’s how this is gonna go.

Should we try again?

Maybe we should get the *girl back in here.

Well, that was unexpected.

Make him dead.

My God, how hard is it to shoot somebody?

What I do can’t be taught.

You know what I love about you?

Yahtzee.

No, success qualifies as success.

You wanna make an omelette, you gotta *kill some people.

You know, in English, we call this a *happy ending. However, if you say one more word, you may not see it that way.

Lock everything down.

Get me eyes on the bridge.

You’re making me destroy a historic building here!

Wait! Please don’t shoot! Look what you did to my hand.

Give me that, you little shit.

Now you pick those feet up, or you’re gonna get dead real quick.

Now, listen. You shut up, and you don’t move.

Now, I’m gonna stop you right there, cupcake.

What do you say we wrap this up?

I mean, I’m having a blast, but it’s way past the kid’s bedtime, don’t you think?

You’re gonna throw me that gun, or the little one gets a new face. *

It’s really a shame this isn’t gonna work out between us.

Now normally, at this point in the night, I wouldn’t be sticking around.

With the house lights about to come on, I’d find a desperate, ugly chick to lick my wounds and split, but you have been a pebble in my shoe since the very beginning.

And now I just don’t think I can walk away.

Guess what I’m thinking right now.

I think I’m better than you.

Still getting used to it.

Let’s see if these moves fuck.

[potterhead2207]

Fic Recommendations Masterlist 14

Marvel

@thyme-in-a-bubble - Teamwork

Stucky

@marvelavengerspovs1 - Double Trouble

@buckys-wintersoldier - Little Perv

Bucky Barnes

@ramp-it-up - All I Know It Feels So Damn Good

@jobean12-blog - Easy Ride

@gogolucky13 - Office Hours

@likeahorribledream - I Think I Wanna Marry You I Know I Wanna Marry You

Steve Rogers

@ronearoundblindly - Alone Time

@ronearoundblindly - A Kiss As An Apology

@ronearoundblindly - Midnight Kiss

@ronearoundblindly - Steve x Lloyd Hansen x Reader

@ronearoundblindly - Not-Baker!Steve

@ronearoundblindly - Untitled

@ronearoundblindly - Your Dog, His Tricks

@ronearoundblindly - Old Dog, New Tricks

@ronearoundblindly - The Game

@ronearoundblindly - Big Pharma

@violentdelightsandviolentends - Untitled

@rogersideup - Nice To Be Kneaded

@navybrat817 - By Any Other Name

@espinosaurusrexex - Revision

@thiswillbecomesomething - Let’s Try This

@sarahwroteathing - It’s The Great Pumpkin, Steve Rogers!

@justyouraverage-simp - Daddy Day Care

@the-iceni-bitch - Plain To See

@the-iceni-bitch - Always On My Mind (Plain To See Sequel)

@notyetneedcoffee - Take Care Of You

@notyetneedcoffee - Date Nights 1

@notyetneedcoffee - Date Nights 2

@notyetneedcoffee - Date Nights 3

@kidney9-9 - Trick or Treat!

@hansensgirl - Untitled

@hansensgirl - Salt In The Wound

@evansbby - Steve’s Bunny

Ari Levinson

@cevansbrat0007 - In Sickness & In Health

@cevansbrat0007 - What’s Eating You, Mr. Levinson?

@imyourbratzdoll - Untitled

Lloyd Hansen

@stargazingfangirl18 - Expectations

@the-iceni-bitch - Lookin’ At You Got Me Thinkin’ Nonsense

Andy Barber

@cevansbrat0007 - Untitled

@cevansbrat0007 - April Fools’ Day

Ransom Drysdale

@likeahorribledream - New Guy

Chris Evans

@babyjakes - Ruined Innocence (this is also posted in Fic Recommendations Masterlist 1 under their former username)

@babyjakes - Perfect Little Things

@lives-in-midgard - Taking Care Of You

@dreamtinblackandwhite - A Dog’s Best Friend

@cevansbaby-dove - Making Cookies With Chris

Jack Grealish

@blondie20000 - Kisses For Breakfast

Harry Potter

@dracoxsworld - What Dating Harry Potter Would Be Like

Miscellaneous

@blue-sadie - Kiss The Cook

@boxofbonesfic - Doppelgänger

[imaginedreamwrite]

He lets out an irritated sigh before he raises his voice, half bent over in front of the target who has booster cables attached to his lips. “Dammit! Phones on silent while I’m working!”

There’s an awkward pause that has him turning ever so slightly as one of his men calls out in reply, fearful of the man. “Its yours sir.”

Lloyd can feel his forehead throbbing, he can feel the pain of a migraine working its way across his head but he stands anyway. As he fights himself he gives his target a swift kick to the shin, satisfying himself when a muffled groan is heard.

“What?!” Lloyd snaps into the phone, his aggression at being interrupted is unbound.

“Hello to you, degenerate.” At the sound of your voice his mood is lessened partially, though he takes the opportunity to get under your skin just as you get under his.

“Pumpkin, I told you daddy’s working-“ Lloyd knows you hate it when he addresses himself as your daddy, almost as much as he knows you hate it when he calls you doll.

“Fuck, don’t!” You groan and hiss at him through the phone, the sharp trill of your voice making the corner of his lips twitch. “Listen asshole, you mind telling me why my professor is reported missing?”

Lloyd doesn’t bothering turning away from his men to have a private conversation. He continues to stand there, letting his men and his target wait before he returns to ripping information from them.

“Mrs. Hansen, your professor was a douche.” Lloyd clicks his tongue against his teeth and his men teach for the switch of the battery, a warning to the poor bastard in Lloyd’s care. “I did you a favour.”

“My class is on hold until they can find someone else, LLOYD.” You emphasize his name and he has to bite down on his knuckles to stop himself from groaning with desire, your mouthy attitude is such a turn on to the man and its damn near impossible to control.

“I won’t apologize, Mrs. Hansen.” Lloyd switches the hands his phone is in, and then tilts his head. “With all your free time off, we can have a little getaway. Now if you don’t mind, daddy has to get back to work.”

“I hate you.” The sound of the call ending brings a genuine half-smile to his face, a temporary sense of glee before he tosses his phone to one of his brutes.

Lloyd knew you didn’t hate him, but he did know you were going to put up one hell of fight when he was done here.

[buckets-and-trees]

Welcome Home, Pumpkin [smashed]

Characters/Pairings: Lloyd Hansen x curvy Female!Reader Word Count: 1.9k Summary: Bad ethics. Zero impulse control. This is what everyone says about him. What will it mean for you tonight?

Content/Warnings: NON-consent / r*pe, dark story, use of pet name "Pumpkin," explicit smut (fingering, unprotected vaginal intercourse), filming, taking pictures, hair pulling, choking, humiliation, kidnapping

Notes: This is the last AND DARKEST of three in a set of short stories with Lloyd served three ways - soft, soft!dark, and dark. The three feature the same setting, overlapping themes, shared thoughts, and bits of dialogue. Spiced is the soft!dark version.

sugar pumpkin | spiced pumpkin | smashed pumpkin

↠ Main Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You shut the door behind you and sigh, happy to be home after a long day - a long week, really. 

You slip your shoes off, drop your bags on the counter, and turn on some music before making your way down the hall to your bedroom. You want to change your clothes from the more pedestrian to something a little more tempting with lingerie beneath before your husband gets home. You’re expecting him back tonight. 

You jump when a deep, serious voice you aren’t expecting says, “Welcome home, Pumpkin.”

Your heart rockets into your throat, hand flying to your chest. “Who are you?”

He chuckles, rising from the spot he’d been perched on the edge of the bed. 

“Lloyd Hansen,” he answers, and makes a show of bowing slightly. 

You hesitate in the doorway, studying the face of the man whose name you’ve been warned about. The steel blue eyes, the sharp jawline, the ridiculous mustache you hoped to avoid indefinitely. 

He looks you up and down slowly, then sits back on the bed. “I see why your husband decided to commit himself to matrimony. I’d almost do it to lock down a sweet thing like you. Almost.”

You widen your eyes slightly and chew your bottom lip. His eyes study you as much as you’re studying him, and you don’t want to give away how terrified you are. 

“Your wonderful, dreamy husband is supposed to be back soon, isn’t he, Pumpkin?” he says, question rhetorical, voice dripping in saccharine sweetness. 

You nod, hoping against hope it will deter this man. 

“Oh,” he coos, “I have a good girl on my hands, don’t I?” 

“Please, please, just go,” you venture a plea, trying to keep your voice as even as you can. “You can leave without any trouble.”

“You’re so sweet to offer, but here’s shit of the situation: your husband took something I really wanted, caused me a lot of trouble, so I’m here to take something from him.”

“Take whatever you want,” you offer, desperate to satisfy and send him away if you can.

“Dangerous word choice, Pumpkin,” he says, stalking forward, “because the plan is you.”

Your breath catches in your throat as Lloyd Hansen approaches, his predatory gaze never leaving yours.

"Me?" you choke, your voice barely audible. You take an involuntary step back, and your body presses against the door.

He places his hands on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. Lloyd's lips curl into a cruel smile. "Oh yes, you. The most precious thing Nick Fowler has. I'm going to enjoy watching him suffer, knowing I have you."

Your mind races, searching for a way out of this nightmare. You glance towards the hallway, wondering if you could make a run for it.

As if reading your thoughts, Lloyd's hand shoots for your wrist, gripping tightly, and he drags you toward the bed. In one swift motion, Lloyd hefts you up, flips you around and has you on the bed pinned beneath him, body pressing into yours. He growls into your mouth as he claims you in a filthy kiss. 

You push against him, but it’s futile. Nick has this much strength, but he never uses it against you. Your eyes prick with tears of humiliation and fear. Lloyd’s rough hands shouldn’t be on you at all, but they’re everywhere and touching you in ways that are far too intimate - ways that your mind is vehemently reeling against but that your body doesn’t know how to do anything but respond to.

"Now, now," he purrs, leaning in to speak directly in your ear like only a lover should. "No need to be frightened. I'm not going to hurt you… much."

Your mind races, searching for a way out of this nightmare. You think of your husband, and wonder desperately if he might arrive home early, if there's any chance he could save you from this dangerous situation. But even as the thought crosses your mind, you know it's unlikely. Nick isn't due back for hours.

Lloyd's hands continue to roam your body, and you try to squirm away from his touch. "Please," you whimper, "don't do this."

He chuckles darkly. "Oh, Pumpkin. Begging already? We've barely begun."

He props himself up slightly on one arm, and his other hand reaches to tear the front of your shirt open, rending the fabric in two. You look up at him, terrified and trembling, waiting with bated breath. 

He unbuttons the top of your pants and drags down the zipper, all the while looking in your eyes. 

His fingers dip into your panties, and he goes straight for the cut of you, slipping a finger inside. 

You cry out, but your hips arch for more of what it usually craves, betraying you to this monster.

“Such a sensitive little thing,” he murmurs, adding another finger and thrusting them inside you.

You wriggle and writhe beneath him, unable to control your body’s response to his touch. He watches with dark satisfaction as you lose yourself in the moment.

“I knew it,” he whispers. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing in slow circles. “Knew you would be fun to torment.”

Your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as Lloyd's skilled fingers work their magic. You hate yourself for responding, but your body continues to betray you, growing slick with arousal.

"Stop," you beg, even as your hips buck against his hand.

Lloyd chuckles darkly. "Your mouth says stop, but your body is eager for more." He curls his fingers inside you, hitting a spot that makes you cry out. "That's it, let me hear those pretty sounds."

You turn your head away, ashamed of the pleasure coursing through your body despite your fear and revulsion. Lloyd grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him.

"No, no, Pumpkin. I want to see your face when you come undone," he growls, his fingers working faster inside you. His steel blue eyes bore into yours, filled with a mix of lust and cruelty that makes your stomach churn.

Yet your body trembles, teetering on the edge of release. You try to hold back, but Lloyd is determined to hurl you over the edge. His thumb increases pressure on your clit, circling relentlessly.

"That's it," he encourages, a ghost of a smirk on his face. He pulls out his phone, aiming the camera at you. "Let's give your husband a little show, shall we?" Lloyd says, his eyes glinting with malice.

Your eyes widen in panic at the sight of the phone. "No, please don't," you beg breathlessly.

Lloyd just grins wickedly. "Oh, but I must. Your husband needs to see what he's missing."

His fingers continue their merciless assault on your most sensitive areas. You're helpless against the onslaught of sensation, your body betraying you as waves of pleasure build.

"Come for us, Pumpkin," Lloyd commands. "Let Nick see how much you enjoy another man's touch."

You shut your eyes and cover your face with your arms.

Lloyd's fingers curl inside you again, and with a strangled cry, you fall over the edge. He keeps torturing you for a few more moments, making you buck and try to push him away. He laughs, letting you finally have one small victory.

But the reprieve is brief.

He yanks the clothing completely down and off your bottom half, and then he’s between your legs, cock out, and pushing his thick, blunt head inside you. Your scream is weak, but it breaks out of your throat as you beat against his chest.

Lloyd growls, grabs your wrists, and pins them above your head in one of his giant hands.

Then he proceeds to fuck you.

Slowly.

Lloyd's pace is agonizing, each thrust deep and deliberate. You try to disconnect, to retreat into your mind, but he won't allow it.

"Look at me," he demands, voice rough. When you don't comply, he grips your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "I said look at me while I fuck you."

You don’t realize you are crying until you hear your breath hitching against the backdrop of the music you had turned on when you got home. Tears stream down your cheeks as you stare into cold, blue eyes. Lloyd's mustache twitches as he smirks, clearly enjoying your distress.

"That's it, Pumpkin. Let me see that pretty face.”

Your tears only seem to spur Lloyd on, his thrusts becoming harder, but not faster. You try to stifle your cries, but each powerful movement forces small whimpers from your lips.

"Such sweet sounds," Lloyd murmurs, his breath hot across your face. "I wonder if your husband makes you sing like this."

You turn your head away, unable to bear looking at him any longer. Lloyd growls, displeased, and grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back.

"I don’t need to fuck you," he snarls. “I’m doing it because I can. I’m doing it because I want Nick to know how thoroughly I’ve violated you here, in his bed, and then I’m still going to take you and make him come find you.”

You sob and it only fuels more of Lloyd's cruel desire. He releases your hair, his hand sliding down to grip your throat. The pressure isn't enough to cut off your air, but it's a clear threat.

"Shh, shh," he coos mockingly. "Feel every inch of me. Remember this moment, because it's going to haunt you for a long, long time."

You try to block out his words, to focus on anything else, but it's impossible. His hips continue their relentless pace, each thrust sending jolts of unwanted pleasure through your body. You hate yourself for responding, for the way your walls clench around him involuntarily.

"That's it," Lloyd snarls. “Fucking come around my cock, Mrs. Fowler.”

He releases the pressure from your throat, and the rush of oxygen back into your lungs combined with the pleasure assaulting your cunt pushes you into another orgasm. Lloyd groans as you squeeze him, and you feel him twitch inside you, but he pulls out and shoots hot ropes of cum across your chest and your face, pumping his fist furiously up and down his cock, one short cruel laugh of triumph ringing out.

Lloyd kneels above you, and snaps pictures with his camera this time. He lets you curl in on yourself while he tucks his cock back into his boxers and zips up his pants. He gives a low whistle, and two men appear in the doorway to your bedroom. You choke back another sob.

“Get up,” he orders. “You can either walk out to the van or these two will haul you out.”

Desperate not to have anyone else touch you, you scurry off the bed. You reach for your discarded underwear and jeans, but Lloyd barks, “No, leave it. You’re coming just like that.”

You look up sharply, opening your mouth to protest, but it dies when you see the gun in his hand pointed at your head. Fresh tears streaming down your face, you straighten up, and walk, humiliated, out of your bedroom in only your bra and your torn shirt, Lloyd’s hot, sticky cum still on your skin, and it’s all you can do to hold back your sobs until you’re curled in a ball in the dark of the trunk of a car.

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