#lloyd hansen angst

[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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[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 24 (Epilogue)

Warnings- None.

Time had passed, and six months had gone by since that fateful day.

You found yourself casually walking down the cobblestone streets of Paris, the city's rich architectural beauty capturing your fascination.

A subtle smile graced your lips as you soaked in the sights and sounds of the city, a sense of peacefulness settling within you despite the memories of the past.

The street was teeming with life, filled with the sound of voices and laughter, a vibrant energy that seemed to fill the city. It was a stark contrast to the silence and solitude that had consumed you during those dark days.

People moved about their day, engaged in various activities, all adding to the lively atmosphere. Children giggled and played on the cobblestones, while vendors called out their wares, contributing to the symphony of sounds.

For the first time in what felt like forever, a profound sense of peace washed over you, and a newfound hope slowly began to take root in your heart.

The memories of the past were still there, lingering like shadows in the back of your mind, but the pain didn't feel as raw as it once did. It still hurt, but the anguish had lessened, and hope had started to weave its way back into your life.

During your aimless strolling, a charming café caught your eye, nestled away in a tranquil corner.

The cafe's welcoming ambiance drew you closer, the softly glowing lights illuminating the interior, as you hovered in uncertainty, reminding you of your own cafe, which was smoothly getting run by Peter, MJ, Happy and May.

For a moment, you debated on whether to indulge in a solitary cup of coffee, but the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed espresso proved to be too alluring to resist.

Settling into a quiet seat near the window, you placed your order, requesting a latte from the waiter. As you waited, a sense of contentment and tranquility washed over you.

With the cup in your hands, you took a slow sip of your latte, allowing the warm beverage to soothe your soul.

In the tranquility of the moment, your thoughts turned to the events that had occurred after that horrific day, the waves of grief, disbelief, and loneliness that had gripped you, leaving you drowning in despair.

As the truth unfolded, it came to light that Lloyd had meticulously pre-planned the bombing of the compound. The man Steve and Bucky had killed was there to strategically plant explosives in various locations around the building.

Amidst the turmoil and pain, you still remembered the steadfast support of both Nick and Ari. They had been there for you during your darkest moments, their comforting presence a beacon of hope amidst the storm.

And in that quiet café, as you took another sip of your latte, a profound realization washed over you. You had found a new family in them, a support system that would hold you up when you lacked the strength to carry on alone.

You had taken on the responsibility of managing Lloyd's business, a challenge you faced with determination and grit.

With the help of Nick, Jake, Ari, and Andy, you all worked together to keep the business running smoothly. They brought new ideas to the table, implemented new procedures, and helped you navigate the complexities of the things Lloyd use to do.

As fate would have it, with the help of Jake, you obtained the videos that Steve had recorded with Peggy without her knowledge.

With this evidence, Jake forwarded these recordings to Peggy's husband, Daniel, who subsequently initiated divorce proceedings against her.

The consequences were severe for Peggy; she lost her husband, her financial stability, and ultimately, her job. With her life in disarray, she was forced to relocate far away, as everything unraveled around her.

Together, you formed a team that worked towards achieving the shared goal, and over the months, you had grown to become like family, always having each other's backs.

Nick had always possessed a fierce protective nature, and following the incident, this trait intensified further. Whenever you were in public, he would stick close to your side, his proximity deterring any would-be troublemakers.

He vigilantly observed every man that dared to cast a glance in your direction, his intense gaze enough to make many look away. Nick found pride in the role of your protector, and it made him feel closer to Lloyd.

Time passed, and it became increasingly evident that Nick had taken the role of your steadfast protector. He remained a constant presence beside you, acting as a barrier between you and any men who would attempt to display interest in you or approach you.

You would sometimes tease him about it, saying he was your knight in shining armor, but deep down you appreciated his fierce defense.

Standing in front of the breathtaking Eiffel Tower, you were captivated by its beauty, when suddenly you felt a powerful pair of arms encircling your waist. A familiar voice whispered in your ear, “What's going through your mind, Sugar?”

Upon turning, a broad smile spread across your face as you laid eyes on the man who stood behind you, his sturdy arms firmly encircling your waist.

“You…” you said with a soft chuckle, feeling an overwhelming mixture of affection and nervousness. As you looked up at him, a flutter of butterflies took flight within your stomach.

In a tender and affectionate gesture, Lloyd leaned down towards you, his warm lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

In that instant, time seemed to stand still, and all other thoughts and distractions faded away, leaving you nothing but the blissful sensation of his touch and the tenderness of the moment.

Against all odds, Lloyd miraculously survived the devastating blast, albeit severely wounded.

Thrown a decent distance by the sheer power of the explosion, he found himself in the debris, battered and bruised. Yet his resilience prevailed, fueled by his unwavering determination to fulfil the promise he had made to you.

Through sheer force of will, he propelled himself forward, struggling to make his way through the wreckage. As he spotted Nick, Ari, and you in the distance, preparing to leave, he realized it was crucial to make his presence known.

Ignoring the throbbing pain that coursed through him with each step, he gritted his teeth and pushed his legs to carry him towards you, every movement becoming increasingly challenging, as he tried to call you all.

Nick was the first to notice, his eyes widening in surprise and relief as he laid eyes on Lloyd. You and Ari soon followed suit, quickly returning to his side.

As Lloyd staggered towards you, his clothing tattered and drenched in blood, his face smudged with soot, you could notice the look of relief in his eyes as he finally collapsed into your arms.

Lloyd had been forced to undergo strict bed rest in the wake of the incident. Consequently, the responsibility of managing his business had fallen upon you, with the supportive assistance of Nick, Ari, Jake, and Andy. Despite their unwavering help, the task remained demanding, requiring significant time and effort on your part.

In typical Lloyd fashion, despite the doctors' best efforts, Lloyd adamantly refused to cooperate with them and resolutely refused to accept a designated nurse for his care. Consequently, you found yourself thrust into the role of his personal nurse, having to tend to his needs and ensure his recovery process went smoothly.

As the days dragged on, Lloyd's restlessness grew exponentially. Being confined to his room, with little freedom to move or engage in any productive activity, took its toll on his mind and spirit.

“I feel so damn useless,” he grumbled, his gaze fixed on the ceiling above him.

“You're healing,” you replied calmly, positioning yourself beside him. “You need to rest. We've got everything covered, don't you worry.”

Lloyd let out a sigh, his irritation clear as he expressed his desire to be useful. “But I want to help,” he protested. “I hate just sitting here, not doing anything.”

With a wicked smile, you proposed a bargaining chip that you knew he couldn't resist, “If you behave, and rest, I'll go down on you…” you suggested, your tone sultry.

Yep, that was the only way to get Lloyd to rest.

Though it took a considerable amount of time, Lloyd eventually recovered from his injuries. To mark his healing, he was adamant about taking you on a trip to Paris.

“You desperately need a vacation, Sugar!” he declared adamantly, disregarding any protests you might have had. “And what better place to unwind than the ‘City of Love’ itself?”

So, here you are now, walking through the bustling streets of Paris, hand in hand. You both visited famous landmarks, indulged in delicious French pastries, and just enjoyed each other's company.

As you walked hand in hand, a gentle breeze blowing through your hair, Lloyd smiled at you, grateful for this moment with you.

“I love you Sugar.” “I love you too, Lloyd.”

This trip to Paris marked the beginning of many more adventures for you and Lloyd. You and Lloyd traveled to different parts of the world, exploring new cultures and creating unforgettable memories together.

From the vibrant streets of Mumbai, to the breath-taking landscapes of Iceland, you experienced it all, together.

Each trip brought you closer, your love and bond growing stronger with each passing day. And even amidst the chaos of the world, you found solace in each other, a love that weathered any storm.

In the secluded countryside of Romania, on Barnes' private property, two men stood engaged in heated discussion, meticulously mapping out their next steps.

Steve and Bucky had miraculously survived the blast as well, though not without sustaining harm. While Steve had thankfully escaped with only minor injuries, Bucky had suffered a major loss- his left arm, shot by Nick's bullet.

Bucky's state of despair was palpable; he felt a profound sense of inadequacy and disappointment in himself, perceiving his injuries as a personal failure. His anger towards Nick simmered beneath the surface, yet he found himself unable to face him due to his condition.

The absence of his left arm wrought havoc in his life, thwarting his ability to execute even the most basic tasks, thereby intensifying his feeling of unworthiness.

Steve keenly observed the turbulent wrath and frustration seething within Bucky, striving to offer comfort. However, his efforts were met with deaf ears; Bucky's wrath flared, fixated on seeking retribution, with Nick as his desired target.

Bucky paced the room like a caged animal, his fingers tightly clenched into a fist. “I can't just let those bastards get away with it!” he hissed, the anger in his voice evident.

Steve's voice held firm and reassuring, responding confidently, “We will, Buck. I promise you.”

Bucky continued his restless pacing, his right hand clenching into a tight fist.

With vehemence in his voice, he asserted, “I can't simply let them get away with this! They must be held accountable for their transgressions!”

“We will make sure of it, Buck. You have my assurance,” Steve responded, his voice resolute and encouraging. “With Lloyd now deceased, their strength falters. We shall exact our vengeance.”

With Tony Stark's assistance, Bucky was equipped with an advanced, vibranium-based prosthetic arm, meticulously engineered to meet his unique requirements. The arm was remarkably lightweight and comfortable to wear, yet it possessed the strength to match his remaining natural arm. Armed with this formidable prosthetic, Bucky's combat abilities were elevated to unparalleled levels.

In collaboration with Steve, Bucky strategically devised an elaborate scheme, aimed at reclaiming you and exacting revenge upon Nick and Ari.

As a captivating tune filled the air through the radio, Bucky made a request, his voice tinged with excitement. “Turn up the volume, Steve.”

“Absolutely,” Steve readily obliged, adjusting the radio's volume knob, immersing them further in the music.

“One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya”

Part 23- ✅

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[jamneuromain]

A Whiff of Blood Masterlist

Lloyd Hansen x You / Reader

A collection of the stories of Mob!Lloyd and Secretary!Reader.

The moodboard is created by the lovely @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates. Please send this amazing person some love <3

Fluff: 💕 Angst: 🥀 Smut: 🔥 Dark: 🌑

A Whiff of Blood: It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia. 🥀💕

Bleed Out: Lloyd is under your protection for now. 💕 (newly updated

Out for Blood: You were captured by a rival gang. Would Lloyd come and save you? 🥀🌑💕 Bonus: What happened to the mole

A Rush of Blood: You asked whether you could leave early for a date, while Lloyd decided not to keep his feelings bottled up any more. 🥀💕

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Headcanon for Dani

[rosedpetal]

Over Again

Summary: You tried to run from him, but he wasn't about to allow that.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Word count: 1k

Author's note: this is a repost.

Warnings: smut, imbalance relationship dynamics, all that fun stuff.

Minors, do not interact.

Masterlist

Shit.

You mumbled under your breath, feeling your eyes water and a strangled sob leave your throat. Your back hit the cold bathroom wall, and you tried your hardest to inhale and exhale, the mechanical act of breathing seeming too hard to do in the moment.

The two red lines in the pregnancy test made you know your life was never going to be the same again.

You lived with your parents. You were drowning in college debts (which was how you ended up in this whole mess). You were pretty sure you couldn't afford to buy diapers and formula for at least the next fifteen years.

Your cries got louder, and you squeezed the plastic test in your palm, as if it could make everything go away.

It wouldn't.

With your arms crossed over your chest and fidgeting with your leg anxiously, sunglasses to attempt to cover your face and a flowery sundress, you stood in the line to enter the shady clinic that Betty gave you the address to.

"The father left?" a sudden low male voice spoke behind you, and you shrieked.

You turned to look at him, fear rushing through your spine.

Lloyd looked too good for his own good in one of his stupid polo shirts, the creepy grin under the ugly mustache that you grew to love when it rubbed your most intimate parts adorning his sculpted face.

The few women in front of you were too aggravated by their own little problems to acknowledge the commotion you made.

"Lloyd, I-I can explain." You gulped. "I'm just here waiting for a friend, I-"

"Shut the fuck up, sunshine. You're a terrible liar." He mocked you, eyeing like a stalker do to its prey. "You're not showing yet. Little Hansen's already giving you hell?"

You cringed when he said that, a wave of nausea threatening to spill the contents of your breakfast.

"How did you...?"

Before you could say anything more, Lloyd roughly yanked you by your arm, shoving you to the backseat of his expensive car. The driver rolled the partition up, giving you two privacy.

"You know, sunshine, you could've come to me. But you chose to go behind my back, and that I can't forgive."

"Lloyd-"

"I told you to shut the fuck up." His blue eyes darkened, the gaze of lust and anger weighing on you like a thousand pounds. "Now, you're going to be a big girl and explain with words why on the damn earth you were going to have an abortion. Now."

Your tears fell freely on your face and you felt his fingers on your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"I'm so so sorry." You broke, just the way he loved. "I didn't wanna be a burden."

Lloyd gently caressed your face with the back of his hand, wiping your tears away his thumb.

"I was willing to do everything for you, sunshine. Pay your student debt, date you. Maybe put a ring on your finger. You just disappeared on me. You broke my heart." He sighed, resting his forehead on yours.

Things weren't supposed to go this way. Lloyd was just your sugar daddy. He treated you like a dumb little thing.

Of course, he did spoil the hell out of you. He was great in bed too. In fact, that's why you stayed so long and came back to him all the damn time.

But two years into this dangerous dance you and him waltzed to were becoming too much. Lloyd would never give you anything more than a few bank checks, Tiffany threats and the best sex a woman could dream of. Other than that, he'd never respect you.

Never let you be your own person, never let you go. So you had to run away.

"Tell me, sunshine..." Caging you with an arm thrown over your shoulder and sliding down his hand under the hem of your dress, reaching to where you needed him more, he asked: "Have I not been giving you enough?"

"You'll never love anyone, Lloyd. Not even your own child." You whispered, heart pacing faster under his sweet gaze. You hated the way he gave you butterflies. You shouldn't want his attention.

But you needed it so bad.

"Baby, you're out of your damn mind if you think I don't absolutely adore you, mon chérie." His mustache tickled the side of your face. "I told you I'd take care of you. Stop being so damn stupid and allow me to do so."

You barely noticed when he pushed your panties to the side, his index finger coating your wetness. You whimpered when he entered you in an embarrassing easy way.

"Lloyd..."

"Tell me you don't need this, and I'll walk away."

You knew him too well to know he was lying. He'd never do that. He was too dark, too deranged, too selfish to do anything that wasn't going to benefit him in the long run.

"Oh!" He curled his finger inside you. The wet sounds coming from your pussy were driving him insane.

"You're always so responsive for me, baby." He purred on your ear. "Makes me so fucking hard."

"Yes! Yes! Just like that, fuck!" You cussed through your teeth, feeling the butterflies pressing into your belly. You screamed and your pussy gushed, soaking Lloyd's hand, giving to him so sweetly that he almost came in his pants. He rode your high to the point of overstimulation, and you desperately pried his grip away from you, breathless.

"You can't leave me, sunshine. I won't let you." He kissed your cheek, licking the salty tears. "I'm going to put a diamond ring on your finger, and you're gonna behave like an obedient little wife. If you do, I can even let you entertain the idea of working."

"Lloyd..." You mumbled, numbed out from pleasure.

"Don't sleep on me yet, baby. You have to take care of me now." He demanded, putting your hand inside his pants.

Then he kissed you. Over and over again.

[sstan-hoe]

𝒊𝒗. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝑯𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!andy barber × fem!reader × mob!lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — they wanted you, they enjoyed the hunt just as much as you enjoyed being chased. You didn't make it easy for them but it only prepared you that life with them wouldn't be easy.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — triggering warning for toxic/abusive relationships, talk/action on rape, talks about sexual activities, please be careful

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I fought with himself, I actually wanted to go full smut with this chapter. Instead I will keep it for the finale next week. I concentrated on readers past, but tried to show not too much incase people got uncomfortable. Next chapter, our girl will be a bad bitch and do what she deserves to do! Reblogs and/or comments are appreciated!!!! Is the chapter too short?

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹

The past, a time you either remember in joy, anger, or pain. Everyone thinks differently, acts differently, and processes it differently.

They say you learn from the past, but what if you’re running from it? Would you ever learn from that, or could you escape it forever? Probably not, but it doesn’t hurt to try…. At least for a little while.

“But sweetie…, I love you…, do you not love?” his voice calm, collected as he held your hand. “Of course, I do,”  you said eagerly.

“Then do it for me, you know I would never hurt you…, not on purpose at least! If you won’t listen then-,” “no! I will listen, I promise.”

“Do not interrupt me.”

---

To say you were addicted to Lloyd and Andy was an understatement, you were a monster for them. From the moment you woke up to the moment you fell asleep.

Always looking for their touch, seeking their closeness. It was remarkable how quickly you fell for them, maybe it was because you finally let your feelings come to the surface.

For too long you had suppressed your feelings for them, so now it was time to finally live those feelings out.

Waking up between Lloyd and Andy with Alf cuddled up under your blanket became fast, something you could get used to. Both men had you wrapped into your arms, it made you feel safe.

Alf was the first one to wake up, nudging his nose against your chin. Your hand came up to stroke over his fluffy head, “five minutes,” you whispered sleepily, nuzzling your head into him.

Lloyd woke up to the sound of your voice, his arm tightening around you. He was still tired as well, but before he could fall back into his slumber a nose nudged him as well. "Black's," he grumbled, which woke Andy up in response. Eyes blinking lazily to see Alf turning his head towards him and as soon as he saw Andy blinking, he jumped to his side.

Alf nudged Andy’s cheek, "good morning to you too," he said while scratching the dog's ear. Titling his head towards you and Lloyd, he was already asleep again while you rubbed the sleep from your eyes.

"Morning, darling'," Andy whispered and leaned over his partner to give you a kiss. Happily, you kissed him back, the kiss as soft as a pillow.

"Why do I not get a kiss?" Lloyd's voice broke through your moment, his voice teasing yet a bit snappy.

You rolled your eyes at him before leaning down and giving him a kiss, one that was meant to be sweet, but he turned it into a dirty tongue fight. Andy shook his head with a smile.

The need for air broke the kiss, you panted heavily. Lloyd had a proud smirk on his lips as he laid back, then turned to Andy with a cocked brow. The brunette rolled his eyes before leaning down to press his lips to Lloyd’s, who immediately shoved his tongue down Andy’s throat.

If your eyes could widen like they did in animation movies, they would be huge. How could a kiss between two people be this hot? It should be illegal.

You couldn’t even take your sight of them, too lost in their actions. Suddenly a large black, fluffy dog jumped at you and ripping you from your thoughts. You let out a shout in surprise, body falling down and into Lloyd, knocking him and Andy out of their kiss.

Alf licked his tongue diagonally over your face, “yeah, got it, thank you,” you said as you wiped his spit from your skin.

“I’m gonna make breakfast, come on Alf,” you announced. Climbing out of bed Alf followed you closely, Andy and Lloyd looked at each other for a moment before they followed you too.

“Oh, I thought I only had one dog,” you joked as all three of them walked behind you, Alf barked, “see, Alf agrees,” you added, grinning at them.

“We’re not dogs,” Lloyd argued, scoffing lightly to which Andy raised an eyebrow. In response he rolled his eyes, knowing his partner was right and with the way they acted around you it was sure that they were smitten.

It became some kind of routine that you would make breakfast while they took turns on taking Alf out for a walk. That also meant one day Andy would fuck you over the counter, the other Lloyd would eat you out and fuck your face.

Just as you put on Alf’s leash, Andy’s phone rang. The man scrunched his nose up in annoyance as he answered it, he looked at the caller ID before excusing himself.

Lloyd watched him, having an idea about the topic. To ease your confusion, he guided you to the kitchen with an assuring smile. “Don’t worry about it,” he told you, but that didn’t help one bit.

While Andy talked on the phone, Lloyd and you prepared breakfast. His sneaky touches were driving you insane, the mob boss tried to hide them from Alf. Why? He felt guilty exposing him to such inappropriate actions.

You only shook your head at that, it was ridiculous, but god was it cute. Add to that, Lloyd had taken a liking into talking with Alf about everything, really everything. He also taught him some tricks.

Andy walked in, phone pressed against him chest. His eyes met Lloyds and he motioned for him to follow. To be quite honest, you felt left out. It became obvious what the topic was, however, you didn’t say anything in hopes they would tell you.

Spoiler alert, they didn’t. The two came back, acting as if nothing happened and that bugged you. For the moment you let it go, until Lloyds phone rang, and he walked out of the room.

Rage seethed through your body, “no. No, you stay here and talk,” you demanded. You were the victim and had the right to know.

Lloyd looked at you with shock, taking the phone from his ear, “sunshine…,” “no, I’m being serious. I deserve to know, and don’t care if I’m in the wrong,” you argued as you stepped around the kitchen counter.

He looked at Andy who wasn’t certain himself, “darlin’ you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,” he tried, but it didn’t help.

“I told you, I don’t care. Tell me, who was it?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. You glared at them, waiting impatiently, a small part wondering if you truly wanted to know…. No, you had to find out.

“Our men gave us a name, Charles Brooks. We have nothing on him yet or well had, the phone was about to give me details.”

Lloyd wouldn’t need details. Alone the name sends shivers down your spine.... You got quiet suddenly and it seemed even Alf remembered the name. Slowly you walked to the sink, lowering your head to splash it with cold water, you needed to make sure it wasn’t a dream.

Andy noticed your body language, “you know him,” he stated with a serious expression. “Yeah, no shit Sherlock” you scoffed, shaking your head.

You turned your back to the sink, looking at them. If he was back, then it would mean you would go through hell again. He had people stalking you, knew what you were doing.

“Sunshine?” Lloyd asked carefully, taking a step towards you. “He is my ex-boyfriend, it ended over a year ago. The relationship was toxic, he wanted to control everything and didn’t trust me. A few times he got close to hitting me, but never did and if it weren’t for Wanda and her husband, Vis, I wouldn’t be here today.” You explained, a tear rolling down your cheeks as your remembered the faithful night.

His loud screams of anger echoed through the walls of your flat, the sound of a vase being thrown on the ground making your blood freeze.

“Come out you little slut, you can’t hide from me,” his aggressive voice called out, footsteps coming closer and closer. You clasped your hands over your ears as you hid in the closet, praying he wouldn’t find you.

“Acting like a whore, flirting with every guy that gives you even the littlest of attention,” he chuckled.

You hadn’t done anything, the man asked you where the bathroom was and smiled as a thank you, nothing more. Still, he saw it as a threat to him and went mad.

The door of the closet was ripped open, revealing your boyfriend. His head red, teeth clenched, “come here,” he seethed and reached out to grab your hair. Charles grip was tight, tucking on your roots as he dragged you out.

“Don’t make me hurt you, you know I would never…unless you don’t behave and everything, I do is because of you, remember that,” he growled, acting as if it really was your fault, but it wasn’t.

Not that you knew that however, in this moment you would believe him anything. Do everything, just so that he would stop and not hurt you.

“No, please, please don’t hurt me,” you begged him in tears, but he only barked a laugh, “god, I love it when you beg.” Charles picked you up and threw you on the bed, “now you’re gonna learn how to behave….”

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“Vis, I haven’t heard anything from her, she promised me to call. You know I don’t trust him,” Wanda picked anxiously at her nails as she paced around the room.

Vision stopped her, gently taking her hands, “then we will call Bucky and Thor, end it tonight,” he proposed and Wandas eyes lit up. A decision was made, she called them up and they made a plan within ten minutes.

Separately they drove to your flat, Bucky broke the door open with a grunt. Vision could hear your pained cries, “stay here,” he told his wife who nodded.

The three slowly walked into the hallway, nearing themselves to your bedroom. “Fucking like it you bitch? Well, too bad for ya,” they could hear Charles say, causing them to cringe internally.

“Stop, please, we can forget it, just stop…please,” you whimpered, laying there helplessly. Slowly Bucky walked up behind him and grabbed him, ripping him away from you and throwing him on the floor.

“Hey fucker,” he greeted Charles with a sweet smile. Bucky landed a punch in his face before Thor kicked him in the balls.

“Time to say goodbye,” Thor told him, hosting him up to land a punch in his guts. Meanwhile Vision tended to you, taking a blanket to wrap around your naked body, “Wanda is outside, it’s over. You’re save,” he assured you, the only thing you could possibly do was cry and hiding against Visions chest.

“God, darlin’, we’re so sorry,” Andy came over to you, hugging you close. His hand stroking over your head as tears streamed down your cheeks.

In that moment Lloyd decided that he would torture the guy to death, make relive his worst moment over and over again. He walked over to, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, “we will make him pay, he will never ever hurt you again.” It was a promise he intended to keep.

“Can we just go back to bed?” You whimpered, instantly they both nodded, and Andy scooped you up into his arms while Lloyd called for Alf.

The three of you laid down, Alf cuddling under the blanket with his head resting on your chest. It helped you even your breathing, still you couldn’t shake the feeling off that something was bound to happen.

Your phone was still in kitchen, which was probably the best as it made a notification sound.  A text message popped up, “missing me already sweetie?” an unknown number belonging to it.

You trusted them, that’s why you told them, and it was a weird feeling as you had never told this to anyone but Wanda, Vision, Bucky, and Thor. Not even your parents knew, after all Charles had cut everyone off. The only ones that didn’t leave and weren’t budging had been those four. Now you also had Lloyd and Andy to help you, and they would burn the world for you.

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 — @smile1318 @wintasssoldier @xcaptain-winterx @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @jobean12-blog @buckymcu12 @shara-ne @lou-la-lou @meyocoko

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[steviebbboi]

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

🌶️ = smut; 🥹 = fluff; 🩹 = angst; 🌚 = soft dark content

Demon's Devotion 🩹🌶️🌚 (IncubusDemon!Lloyd x F!Hunter!Reader)

Summary: A deal that should have been black-and-white has suddenly become grey. Swapping souls means swapping places. You just didn't think that meant to spend eternity with him.

[ichorai]

hatred ; lloyd hansen. (m)

pairing ; lloyd hansen x mission partner!reader (afab / gn pronouns)

synopsis ; you wanted lloyd hansen. but god, did you hate him.

words ; 2.1k

themes ; smut </3 literally nothing else i hate myself

warnings / includes ; lots of swearing, hate sex, lloyd being mean and awful and violent, lloyd getting off on pain, mentions of fighting/death/murder/guns/injury, lloyd calls you a plethora of pet names, overstim and creampie, biting/scratching/hair-pulling, a tiny bit of dacryphilia and begging

main masterlist.

The silk sheets crumpled beneath your grip as you tightened your fists around the fabric, a low hiss spilling from your lips. You leaned back gingerly and tugged your shirt off with a groan, prodding the tender bruise on your side, grimacing at the blotchy, dark purple hue. The blurry memory of CIA’s top asset—Six, was what he was known as—roundhouse-kicking you into oblivion flashed into your mind, and you pushed it away just as quickly as it came. 

“Knockity knock, sweet cheeks,” your wretched mission partner, Lloyd, announced as he swung the door to your room open, ironically not bothering to knock at all. He strode in with a stupid grin etched across his features, kicking the door shut with the back of his heel. 

You scowled. “Get out, Lloyd.”

The way his eyes slowly slid down your body didn’t go unnoticed by you. 

“Not gonna do that, honey,” he quipped condescendingly, gaze trained on your chest, much to your dismay. “See, we had one goddamn mission to finish tonight—and you blew it. You should be fucking glad you don’t have a bullet in your head right now.”

Abruptly, you swept yourself off the bed and onto your feet, drawing yourself to your full height. “You think I don’t know that? Maybe if your pea-sized brain could remember to radio your location, then I wouldn’t have dropped the bomb. How about you jump down from that skyscraper ego of yours for a second and consider that we both fucked up?”

Lloyd stalked forward a couple paces until he was practically nose-to-nose with you. He was practically bristling, lips curled into a snarl and eyebrows knitted together. 

“I wish I never had to work with you,” he spat. “You’re a famous li’l bastard, you know that? Everyone you’ve worked with is now six feet under—and now I can see why.”

Before you could steel yourself, your palm came striking down his cheek, the slap ricocheting loudly across the room. His head pivoted to the side and his mouth dropped open, partly in disbelief, and partly from growing fury. Growing… arousal. The skin beneath where you had hit him immediately grew an angry shade of red, and he slowly turned to look back at you, eyes narrowed. 

“I hate you,” you said, so close to him that his chest brushed against yours.

Your eyes darted to his lips. 

He noticed.

“The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” Lloyd husked out.

And with that, he kissed you. 

There was not an ounce of affection in the exchange, all tongue and teeth, growls and grunts, bites and scratches. One of your hands pressed flush against his chest, bunching his ridiculously tight shirt into your fist, while the other snaked around his neck to yank at his short-cropped hair mercilessly. Lloyd seemed to like the pain, groaning into your mouth before kissing you harder, forehead knocking into yours. He shoved you with no care whatsoever, maneuvering you until your back slammed against the wall. 

A strained, involuntary noise of pleasure fell from your lungs as he shoved his knee between your legs, the hard muscle pressed right against your sex—practically dripping with need. 

“Look at you,” he purred, pulling away for a second to slot his fingers beneath your chin, tilting your head up with a teasing smile. “You need something, sunshine?”

Before you could answer, he jolted his leg up, hitting your clit in just the right place. A strike of pleasure curled within your abdomen and you stifled a moan by biting down on your tongue, shoving a fist against his shoulder in a fruitless attempt to punch him. 

“Aw,” Lloyd cooed, “that’s not very nice.”

He was man-handling you again—this time, tossing you onto the bed as if you were a ragdoll. His hands clamped around your ankles, dragging you down the sheets until your ass was right at the edge of the mattress. 

His shirt was discarded somewhere to the side of the room, and whilst he began working on ridding himself of his belt, he looked down at you, sprawled out over the bed and chest heaving and lips kiss-swollen—fuck, his cock throbbed painfully just looking at you. With hooded eyes, you arched your back slightly to rip off the rest of your clothes, core pulsating with intense want.

You wanted Lloyd Hansen. 

But God, did you hate him.

Him and his stupid pet names for you. Him and his carelessness—his unbridled anger. Him and that horrible pornstache that he sported. 

You hated every bit of him.

As soon as his pants were off, you yanked him down, kissing him with wild abandon. Your nails scratched down his chest, leaving angry crimson marks in its wake. To your amusement, Lloyd only growled at that, moving away from your lips to lick a hot line down the curve of your jaw, and biting into your neck—hard enough to the point where you had to slap his shoulders with a hiss. He drew back with a smirk, a hard glint to his deep blue eyes, before dipping back down to press kisses into your collarbones. His hands gripped your hips, rocking you back and forth against his tented boxers. 

When he got to your breasts, biting into your warm flesh with a low, chesty hum, you slipped your hand down his chest, and snuck your fingers into his boxers, wrapping them around his thick girth, pumping slowly.

He groaned loudly, spitting out a long string of curses and grabbing your wrist, shoving your hand away with a pointed glare. 

Before you could register much else, his boxers were off and his dick was bouncing against his toned abdomen. You gulped audibly, inching away from him as you suddenly realized what you were doing—or, more accurately, who you were doing. A shiver spidered up your spine and you watched him with wide, cautious eyes.

“Nuh uh, honey,” he whispered scathingly, yanking you back to him and easily flipping you onto your stomach, despite your half-assed struggling. “You’re not going anywhere.”

He roped you back up until your back was flush against his chest, one hand wrapping around your throat and the other pinching one of your pebbled nipples, before crawling further down to your sopping cunt. 

“Oh, sweetie,” he crooned into your ear as his fingers ran through your slickened folds, hot breath fanning out over your neck. “All for me? Fuckin’ slut.”

Without warning, three of his fingers suddenly thrust into your pussy, and a loud groan left you as you struggled in his grasp, simultaneously trying to push him away and draw him closer. His thumb pressed against your clit and you lost all control, hands reaching behind you to claw at his neck and his scalp. 

“Beg for it,” he whispered, clearly enjoying every second of this. “Beg for me.”

As you squirmed, you managed to find a single thread of self-preservation within you. “Fuck you.”

Lloyd bit into your shoulder, as if warning you. “I won’t ask again, baby.”

When his thumb softly drew a circle around your clit, you could feel yourself giving in, melting into putty in his arms. 

A litany of pleads fell from you, and you hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t stop. You needed him. 

“Please, Lloyd, please—” A gasp cut off your words when he flicked your clit, dripping fingers drawing out ever so slightly before shoving themselves right back in. “Please fuck me. Please, I’ll do anything, Lloyd, I… please—oh—”

Seemingly satisfied enough, Lloyd began pumping his fingers into you rapidly, your wanton moans only fueling him further. Memory fuzzy with pleasure, you hadn’t even realized when your head lolled back onto his shoulder, his lips meeting yours in a frenzy as he fingered you. 

Your first orgasm came crashing down onto you like a tidal wave against shore, and you shook violently in his muscular arms, jerking away from his fingers desperately as the beginnings of overstimulation began creeping into you. He only stopped his movements when you roughly bit into his lip mid-kiss, hard enough to break the skin and draw blood. 

“Fuck!” he growled, glaring at you with genuine anger, tongue sweeping over the cut, copper hitting the back of his throat. His cock twitched, growing impossibly harder, and he ripped his fingers out of you. “Fuckin’ bitch.”

His fingers, creamy with your arousal, were suddenly shoved into your mouth and he watched with hungry eyes as your tongue swiped across the digits, taking them in deeper until you gagged. He bit back another groan. 

“You’re such a whore,” he murmured into your ear, slipping his fingers out of your mouth, biting your lobe roughly. “My fuckin’ whore.”

A silent scream left your mouth hanging open when he swiftly sank you down onto his cock, so thick that you could feel him throbbing inside you, feel every veiny inch of him as he bottomed out, one hand gripping your thigh and pulling your legs further apart so he’d sink deeper into you, and the other pawing wildly at your breasts. 

He cursed as you clenched around him, hoarsely moaning out his name.

“Say it again,” he whispered, pulling out halfway before sinking back into you. “Say my name again, honey.”

“I hate you,” you practically sobbed as he began thrusting into you in a near feral manner. “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

This seemed to rile him up further, and the hand that was once at your breast found its way back to your throat, squeezing tight until black spots danced around your vision. Lightheaded, you let out a pornographic moan, hands scratching down his thighs framing yours. 

His hand inched higher up your own thigh, and he flicked over your clit as his dick pounded into you. 

“FUCK!” you yelled, reaching back to pull at his hair. Almost without realizing, you came around him for the second time, twitching in his hold. Overstimulated, you croaked out, “Lloyd—stop. Fuck, stop—” 

Lloyd merely chuckled against your sweaty neck, only spreading your legs further apart and driving his dick into you harder. “Take it, baby. Fuckin’ take it. I know you like this—you’re soaking me, honey.”

A moan twisted out of your dry throat. As overstimulated as you were, his words were only turning you on more. The filthy sounds of his hips snapping into yours made your head spin. 

“I hate you,” you sobbed again, knowing this would only drive him on, and you crumpled back into him, letting him use you like a sex doll. 

A stray tear slipped down your cheek and his hand left your throat to grab at your jaw. “Aw, are you crying, sweetheart? Fuck, that’s fucking hot as fuck.” 

Panting, you rocked back against him, eyebrows drawing together as your third—and hopefully last—climax rolled over you. This time, you stiffened against him as more fat tears rolled down your cheeks, clenching around him so hard he shouted out a creative line of swears before shifting into a different angle to hammer into you harder.

His dick twitched inside you—he was close.

“Fuck,” you muttered, slapping his sweaty shoulder, panicked. “Don’t you dare cum inside, Lloyd, oh—” You broke off into a groan and he swooped down to capture your lips in one last messy kiss, nose slotting roughly against yours. 

He grunted into your mouth, forehead resting over yours as his seed painted your insides, much to your frustration. Much softer this time, he slowly pushed his softening dick in and out of your abused cunt, nearly laughing when you started slapping him again.

“Fuck you. I fucking hate you,” you spat. He shut you up by enveloping your parted lips with his—you could taste the blood in his mouth. 

Eventually, he slipped out of you, peering down with a satisfied hum to see his cum spill out of your puffy folds. 

“I hate you,” you whispered one last time, throat scratchy with thirst. 

He patted your ass with a sickeningly condescending smile. “The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart,” he replied, an echo of what he said before. “Though—I don’t need to like someone to fuck them. Who knows… maybe I’ll even come back for sloppy seconds.”

With that, he unceremoniously let go of you, making you face-plant into the pillows. You twisted with a hateful snarl just in time to watch him stride out of your room stark naked, whistling a merry tune as if he hadn’t just fucked your brains out, not even bothering to pick up his clothes strewn across your floor. 

Pompous, arrogant, motherfucker.

You really fuckin’ hated him.

[shotgunbunny]

Haii sorry if this is an odd request but could you write a angst fic w/ Lloyd where he visits the readers grave and recalls all their fun memories 🥺 sorry it's a bit cheesy I just want wanna be hurt so bad

༻𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩༺

I just finished reading All the bright places so I'm in a super angsty mood😌

(Warnings!! Angst!! Dead reader!! Unhinged Lloyd!! Sadness!! Fluffy memories!! Implied smut.)

Everyone always wanted to know how Lloyd Hansen became the sick and twisted individual he was today. No one could track down the moment. No one could link anything traumatic to him.

Lloyd made sure of that, he became hellbent on hiding who he was after you left. He wouldn't let you be his weakness ever again. He had failed once and he'd never fail again, so he painfully burned every document of your existence yet, he couldn't burn you out of his mind.

He had keyed the exact moment he had left his sanity behind and it was with you. Every part of his humanity was left behind with you. And now he was unstoppable. He was unhinged and a monster.

Every time Lloyd passes by a flower shop he's transported to your first meeting. To the very second he fell in love with you. That's why he avoided them, yet he never damaged them. He respected flower shops, almost as if he could hear you chastising him for being so rude to a place filled with life.

It was a shit day. It was a really shit day. It was raining and Lloyd had crashed his car. Only 3 weeks after he had finished Harvard and what does he do? Goes and crashes his goddamn car. Well by his car he means his mums, so he has to find a way to apologize.

He passed by bakeries and Gucci stores yet it didn't appeal to him as an apology. And then as he was walking he saw a glimpse of a yellow dress dash inside a store. He stared and walked slowly towards the store. He noted it was a flower store. The plants were outside getting soaked, something he assumed would be good.

Yet he watched as the girl in the yellow dress ran out and collect another two pots and run back in. He smirked watching her to and fro. He walked over, getting soaked. The door opened and out stepped you. "Do you want some help here sunflower?" You looked up at the man, noting his strange moustache but finding it endearing somehow.

"Yes please bluebell!" And before he could even question the nickname you rushed inside with another two potted plants. He smiled, and picked up as many as his arms would let him. You opened the door and let him in. You headed out and noted there was only one plant left. You snatched it and headed into the dry store.

You placed it on the counter and turned, jumping out your skin at seeing the man looking down at you with a raised eyebrow. You stared into his eyes, noting how blue and beautiful they were. "Bluebell? Where did that nickname come from sunflower?" You giggled. "Your eyes are blue and your top is blue." He smiled at you.

He was dressed in a long sleeved blue top with black pants. He made it look so amazing, almost like he was a model. You stared at each other and you turned away, tending to the plants from outside. "Hey sunflower, you don't have any flowers that say 'I'm sorry mum.' do you?" You turned and gave him the harshest glare you could.

He held his hands up in defeat and your look, "What did I do wrong sunflower?" You bravely poked his chest, "Yeah what did you do wrong bluebell? Why do you have to apologize to your mum? Were you mean?" He looked down sheepishly and rubbed his wrist, "I kind of crashed her car." You stared at him with wide eyes. "You're gonna need alot more than an apology mister."

He smiled down at you offer his hand to shake, "Call me Lloyd I think I'll be visiting this flower shop often." You took his hand and he pulled it to his lips placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. You uttered your name to him, finding a heavenly symphony drifting into your ears when he said your name.

You were working hard, it had been months now and you and Lloyd had been dating for four months. He spoiled you rotten yet despite his whining you refused to quit your job.

Which is where you were right now. However you couldn't tell what was wrong with this Orchid. Suddenly two big hands covered your face and blocked your eye site and a smooth deep voice echoed behind you. "Guess who Sunflower?" You giggled, "Hmmm is it Suzanne?" He took his hands away and gasped.

You giggled and turned to look at him, he stared at you a smile joining his lips at the sound of your giggle. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and then turned back to look at the flower. Lloyd placed his big hands on your hips and pulled you into him. He placed his chin on top of your head. "What's wrong sunflower?" You stared and muttered, "I'm not sure bluebell."

You took it into the back and saw someone had over watered it. You sighed and began putting it into different soil and then remembered Lloyd was with you. You smiled, "Fun fact bluebell, did you know that orchids don't need soil because they get all their nutrition from the air?" He stared at you so inlove. "I didn't. But if they don't need soil why are you putting it in soil?"

You smiled, "Because then it will be comfier and will have extra nutrition." Lloyd breathed out of his nose just staring at you, "You're lovely sunflower. Absolutely lovely."

You turned and pressed a kiss to his lips, he kissed back instantly embracing this moment and how fast his heart beat inside his chest.

It was your year and a half anniversary, and Lloyd had left bluebell flowers on your doorstep with a note telling you to dress nice and be ready by 7. You were so giddy. You put on your beautiful pale yellow flowing dress that Lloyd got you on your year anniversary so that he could remember that yellow dress you wore when you first met.

You smiled, truly adoring it, feeling prettier than the flower he often called you. You were nervous yet excited beyond reason. He always went all out for anniversaries. So when 7 o'clock rolled up, as did Lloyd in his sleek car. You took steps down to him, a smile on your face matched perfectly with your blush.

"My sunflower you truly leave me speechless sometimes." You giggled and when you reached him you kissed him, ofcourse he had to bend but he would always welcome your kisses. When your lips met his, he was home. He felt safe and loved. He pulled away and looked down at you.

"Come on, let's go." You took his hand as he led you to the passenger side. You sat and as you began driving to his car, you could tell he was nervous from how tense his biceps were. You reached out and placed your hands on him, trying to relax him, he flashed you his signature smile. And before you could blink you were at his house.

You adored his house, you even started bringing flowers to brighten up the living space. You always giggled at the fact he kept a bouquet of sunflowers in every room. He always kept you close, so that he could wake up to you in some form.

You got out, and headed along the driveway that was scattered in fake rose petals. You turned to him, "You take my breath away everytime bluebell." He looked down and then back up a real smile adorning his lips. "I suppose that means I'll have to give you mine." He stepped forward and latched your lips together before blowing and literally giving you his breath.

You laughed, and headed into his home. And instantly gasped. Hanging from a thread was a key and a note that read 'Live in my greenhouse, sunflower. Move in with me.' you laughed and turned and hugged him. "Ofcourse I'll move in with you!" He couldn't help but laugh with you. That night was sealed with your bodies joining each other. Wrapping your soul around each other and embracing the love you held for eachother.

And ofcourse the happiest day of Lloyds life. Your wedding. The way you smiled only at him. How your eyes locked together all the way down the aisle. You were truly infatuated with eachother. And nothing could have stopped Lloyds from marrying you that day.

Everything was perfect, that's what the general consensus was. But all that mattered to him was you. You were perfect. You peppered him in kisses the entire time.

And your first dance was so magical. Lloyd still has every step you both took engrained in his mind. How he held your so delicately against him. How you looked like a goddess in his arms. Your eyes burning with love and pure happiness all while you swayed to the long.

He could have drowned in your presence and all he would ask for is if you would hold him under your waters. He felt so peaceful, so fulfilled. You were Mrs. Hansen. The only right thing he ever did in his entire life.

He bought flower shops everywhere and named them after you so that your first meeting was everywhere. So that your love was sold in every store. So that yours and his story lingered on every petal bought by young lovers and old soulmates. He would make sure that your brilliance shined throughout the world through colours and smells of magnificence. Yes he was truly happy that day.

Lloyd wiped his tears. He had heard many fairy tales of how he turned into a monster. But none knew he died the second you did. There was no happiness left for him. And it broke him that so many flower stores held your name.

Like you were lingering beyond the grave telling him you wouldn't be dead if he didn't walk into that flower shop. He can't look at sunflowers without his bones aching for your soft whisper to call him bluebell.

He can't do anything but kill and forget all about you, even if it killed him. But for now, he could keep this secret. See he made sure you were burried in the Netherlands purely because of how many flowers were there.

Your tomb didn't have your name, it was merely engraved as "sunflower, the love of bluebells life." He visited every year on your wedding anniversary. He left a single sunflower and bluebell. Just so that you two could be together in flower form.

He always stays there for hours thinking about how much he loves you even though you aren't present. He has so much love he just can't let it go. Not when you existed. And despite how much Lloyd hates flower shops now, he never changed the name.

Hoping that in some other universe they remain the same, and you both met there. He lets his head fill with fantasies of different worlds in flower shops, and always you.

His one true weakness, and it destroyed him. He couldn't help but become a monster after, with no softness to hold him and comfort his skin he saw no reason to slaughter those that stood in his way.

Lloyd let out a sigh, placing a gentle kiss on your tombstone. He stood up, but now he had a slouch. Only truly fulfilled men had the right to stand at full height, and he never got his forever with you, or the family.

No instead he got a phone call dragging him out of his silent grieving, "What?" The line went silent before he heard Carmichael give him a request to hunt someone down for a drive. He hung up and with one last glance at your resting area and a tight lipped smile, he headed to his mission.

He was unknowningly about to meet you in a flower store in another universe soon. And that was the tragic tale of the Hansens.

[bookishtheaterlover7]

Awwwwww... This hit the right spot for romance 🥹

And I'm a real sucker for Lloyd being soft for his Y/n... ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

𝙇𝙡𝙤𝙮𝙙 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛…𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩?

*𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵>>*

Masterlist | w/c: 650

*𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵

*𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵!𝘓𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘹 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

୨♡୧

“You mad at me, Princess?” Lloyd coos.

You scowl, turning your head away as he tries to kiss your neck. He reaches for your hand, but you yank it out and flip to the other side of the bed before he gets the chance.

“Oh, so you’re really mad at me tonight.”

He sighs, pushing aside the covers and moving closer to you. His hand rests on your lower back, rubbing it softly in hopes of you breaking your silence.

“Just let me help you.” His tone is gentle, understanding that getting upset wouldn’t make your little attitude disappear.

“Just leave me alone,” you mutter.

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hiya!💗 my request, is about Lloyd Hansen, where like the reader accidentally does something to make him mad, and it kind of like flips a switch in him and they fight and he says something really mean, it can be about maybe the reader does something to make him mad, maybe he points out something about her and makes the reader insecure and then the reader becomes distant then Lloyd notices and realizes he messed up and tries to fix it?? Love your work btw 💗

hey! thank you so much! I hope you like it!

summary - the reader does something that causes lloyd to snap, he says some words he doesn't mean, and she becomes distant. do they fix their relationship?

warning - angst, thoughts of cheating, insults, slight fluff, self-hate.

the gif I use isn't mine, the divider by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

You were a smart girl. Why had you done something so stupid?

You had decided to clean the house while Lloyd was away, wanting him to come home to a clean house. You didn’t mean to knock liquid over vital documents. It was an honest mistake. You didn’t know they were the only copy, you had tried so hard to fix your error before Lloyd came home, but unfortunately, you didn’t do it in time.

“What the fuck is this?” Your eyes shoot up, and you stare wide-eyed at Lloyd. His eyes dart down to the destroyed papers. His brows furrow as a sneer appears on his face. “Are those the fucking papers I needed?!” He storms over, ripping the drenched papers out of your hands and glaring down at you. 

“I–’m sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was just trying to–” 

“Trying to what? Ruin everything?” He growls, chucking the papers into the trash and looking around the room. “You couldn’t just leave shit alone? You had to be annoying and ruin everything like you always do!” You blink as tears blind your vision, Lloyd’s frown deepens, and he grips your arm before dragging you to the door. “Oh, are you going to cry now? Of course, you are! Because that’s all, you know how to do! I don’t even know why I’m with you! You’re not even my fucking type! So fucking ugly and useless.” He growls, the words just spewing out of his mouth now without thought.

You gulp back the sob that’s trying to make its way out. You nod your head slowly, freeing yourself from his grip, before running out of the room and to your and Lloyd’s room. You grab some of your clothes and move them to the guest room, not feeling comfortable staying in the same room as Lloyd. You spent the night crying into your pillow. What made it worse was that you could hear Lloyd inside the house, having the time of his life. 

A stabbing pain made its way to your heart when you heard the sound of a female laughing. You slowly got up and began to get ready. You didn’t want to be here if Lloyd was going to cheat on you, which hurt the most because you never thought he’d go that far, but you guess you really disappointed him. 

You slither into tight black pants, pulling on a tight black mesh corset covered in flowers and gold. You slide on your black-heeled boots and mess your hair up slightly before applying light makeup to your face, finishing it off with a dark red lip. You decide to spray Lloyd’s favourite perfume onto your skin, loving the musky scent of vanilla.

You open the door and begin to walk out of the room, making sure to grab your bag and phone before walking through the hallway and past the lounge room where Lloyd and the mystery woman sit. You keep your head up, not wanting to see who your replacement will be because you know it will break you even more. 

“Baby! There you are! Where are you going?” You hear his voice but decide to ignore him. You continue to walk down the steps and toward the front door. You are so zoned out that you don’t hear him calling out to you or running to catch up to you. You are only brought out of the zone when he seems to grab your arm, and Lloyd frowns when you flinch from his touch. 

“What, Lloyd? What could you possibly want now? Don’t you have a whore waiting for you upstairs? Couldn’t have waited till you broke up with me to fuck someone else?” You glare at him, not wanting to be around him. 

His brows furrow, wondering why you are acting like this or why you’d think he’d cheat on you. His eyes drift down your body and take in your outfit, wondering where you could be going wearing something like that without him by your side. Before he can open his mouth to say something, you rip your arm out of his grasp and swiftly exit. 

It’s been a few days since the fight, and Lloyd has noticed you’ve been avoiding him. You become distant whenever he manages to be in the same room as you— A shell of yourself. You’d flinch whenever Lloyd touched you, causing his heart to break. He couldn’t put his finger on why you were acting like this.

He’s sitting at his desk in his office, going through some paperwork. His phone goes off, causing him to groan as he answers it. “What?!” You do not mean to eavesdrop on his phone call as you walk past his office. “What do you mean you can’t get rid of her?! Didn’t I pay you enough?! I told you that she’s useless to me! So what the fuck are you waiting for?!” You jump slightly, feeling detached more as you realise this is over. You should’ve left that night. You knew he slept with her when you came home. How else could you explain the destroyed lounge and his messy clothes? 

You gulp, head back to your room, and sit on the uncomfortable mattress. Your head goes into your hands as sobs escape your body. “Why do I have to ruin everything? Why am I so fucking ugly and useless?!” You sob, tears flowing down your face as you realise you’ve lost the one person you’ve ever loved. You are so lost in your pain that you don’t see Lloyd standing at the door, his eyes tearing up as he listens to your words. He finally realises why you’ve been so distant. “I’m so fucking pathetic that he goes and fucks someone after a fight. Why me?” 

Lloyd quickly launches forward, his arms wrapping tightly around you and holding your shaking body against his, rocking you gently as he whispers into your hair. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m not going anywhere.” He presses a kiss into your hair, tears flowing down his face. “I love you so much, and I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it. You’re my one. My only.”

Your body leans into him as he continues to hold you. “I never cheated on you, Pumpkin. She was the target, but the men I hired screwed up, and she got away.” You slowly turn, looking at him through blurry eyes. Lloyd’s heart breaks at how broken you look. He leans forward and places a kiss on your forehead. “You don’t have to forgive me now. I will do anything and everything to make this up to you. Whatever you want is yours.” He stares into your eyes before he stands and lifts you.

Your arms wrap around his neck, about to ask where he’s taking you until you realise he’s heading toward your room. “You’ve been sleeping on that awful mattress, and it’s time for you to stay in our bed,” Lloyd demands, lying down on the bed and wrapping you into his arms, making a promise in his head that he will never hurt you again.

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[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 23

Warning- Mean exes, guns, violence, angst.

Lloyd's command echoed through the room, his voice filled with menace. “Drop your weapons! Now!”

The tension was palpable as Steve and Bucky locked eyes with Lloyd and Nick, their gazes intense and defiant. For a moment, the only sound was the shallow breathing of the two groups.

Then, Steve broke the silence, his voice gruff and laced with challenge. “You really think you can take us down?”

Bucky's menacing grin widened as he stared down Lloyd and Nick, his gaze fixed on Nick. “Well, well, well...” Bucky drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “The infamous Nick Fowler. What an honor. I can't wait to pull the trigger on this one.”

Steve's gaze, however, was locked on Lloyd. His eyes were unflinching, his expression intense. He paid no attention to Nick, his focus entirely on Lloyd, who returned the glare with equal fire.

Nick stood his ground, his voice resolute yet measured. “We won't back down. You're outnumbered, and you know it.”

Bucky's anger flared. “She's mine!” he roared, his voice echoing through the room.

Nick's words were firm, challenging Bucky's claim. “You don't own her!” he asserted. “You abducted her against her will. That's not love, it's an obsession!”

Bucky let out a sardonic chuckle, his grip on his gun still steady. Steve's anger was palpable, how dare they question the depth of his love for you? He wouldn't let them take you away without a fight.

Bucky's face contorted with possessive anger as he growled, “She belongs to me.” His words were filled with an almost feral intensity, and his gun was aimed directly at Nick's heart.

Lloyd sent a silent signal to Ari via the comms, “Now!” and Ari nodded swiftly, understanding the plan. He swiftly took your hand, guiding you towards the exit.

“No! She doesn't get to escape!” Bucky's voice thundered through the room as he shot out the lights, plunging the area into darkness.

With the lights extinguished, Steve and Bucky retreated to another room, leaving Nick and Lloyd in the pitch-black gloom.

Lloyd spoke into his earpiece, attempting to reach Ari through the comms. “Ari, come in... can you hear me?” His voice was a hushed whisper.

There was a moment of silence, each second feeling like an eternity as Lloyd waited for a response. Then, finally, Ari's voice crackled through the earpiece, filled with tension. “I copy. What's your status?”

Lloyd let out a sigh of relief at the sound of Ari's voice. “We're in the dark,” he replied quietly, “but we're safe for now. What about Sugar? Is she with you?”

Ari's reply came promptly, his voice still filled with urgency. “Yeah, we're both in the shadows, safely hidden. But we need to find a way out of here, and fast.”

Steve and Bucky knelt behind a wall, both silent and attentive. Bucky murmured, his voice a hushed whisper. “They're going to escape. We have to stop them.”

Steve nodded in agreement, his eyes fixed on the source of the approaching footsteps.

With lightning speed, Steve and Bucky charged forward towards the open door, where they had heard the footsteps. Catching sight of Ari and you fleeing, Steve lunged toward Ari, his voice filled with angry hostility. “Come back here, you little bitch!” he roared, firing off random shots in your direction, causing you and Ari to split apart.

“Run!” Ari urgently shouted at you.

You hesitated, but followed Ari's command and quickly dashing away in a separate direction. Your heart raced as adrenaline coursed through your veins, fear and urgency fuelling your movements.

Fear consumed you as you dashed forward, only to suddenly crash into Bucky. He swiftly spun you around to face him, his warm breath grazing your face as he drew close, his voice low and imposing.

“Where do you think you're going?” he growled, his grasp on your arm increasing slightly. You attempted to break free, desperately tugging against his firm hold.

“Let go of me!” you protested, your voice wavering from fear and anger. Your heart pounded against your ribs, each beat an echo of your growing panic.

“I said let go!” you pleaded vehemently, but Bucky disregarded your request, pulling you even closer against his firm form. His iron grip refused to loosen, his face showing no sign of yielding.

“No!” he hissed with stern finality. “You're not escaping.”

Despite your valiant efforts to break free, Bucky's stature and strength rendered your struggle futile. He yanked you even closer, his voice dropping to a deep whisper, his breath hot against your ear.

“You're mine,” he asserted, his command laced with possessiveness. “Do you understand? You belong to me.”

As Bucky started to pull you away, he let out a whistle, signaling to Steve to follow suit.

However, Nick was the first to catch up to the two of you, sprinting to intercept.

Nick stood resolute, his expression intense as he confronted Bucky. His firm command rang out. “Let her go, Barnes!”

Bucky's reaction was immediate, his hold on you tightening. His eyes narrowed as he shot a furious look at Nick. “Stay out of this!” he snapped back, his voice tinged with possessiveness. “She's mine. I'm not letting her go.”

Nick remained unmoving, his gaze resolute as he stared down Bucky. His voice was unyielding, laced with anger. “I said, let her go,” he repeated firmly and launched himself.

Caught off guard by Nick's unexpected attack, Bucky's grasp on you involuntarily loosened, allowing you to break free.

The ensuing brawl escalated instantly as Nick and Bucky traded punches, their bodies engaged in a fierce struggle for dominance. With every impact of fist against flesh, the room felt tighter with tension.

You retreated, watching the heated battle in bewildered shock. Your heart hammered violently against your chest, unable to process the unfolding situation.

Nick held Bucky down, his voice firm as he instructed you, “Run! Head towards Lloyd!” He gestured urgently in the direction of where Lloyd was located. You nodded, wasting no time in sprinting off down the corridors, your legs moving as fast as they could.

Your heart thumped wildly in your chest, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. In the distance, you could still hear the ongoing fight between Nick and Bucky, their grunts and thuds reverberating ominously off the walls.

In the dim light, the outline of Lloyd's shape came into view, filling you with a mixture of relief and trepidation. Drawing a deep breath, you called out to him, your voice quavering as you cried, “Ll…Lloyd!”

The sound of your voice registered instantly, and Lloyd swiveled to face you, his tone laced with a touch of relief. “Sugar!” he breathed out, recognizing you rushing towards him.

Overwhelmed by emotion and fear, you leaped into his embrace, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. Clinging to him as if he was your only anchor amidst the turmoil, you buried your face onto his neck, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Lloyd held you against him gently, his touch tender as he comforted you, rubbing your back with soothing motions. “It's alright,” he murmured with a calming reassurance, “You're safe now.”

“Shhh,” Lloyd whispered gently, his deep and soothing voice trying to calm your frayed nerves. “It's alright. I have you now. I won't allow them to harm you.”

As he held you tight, he could feel the weight of your sobs against his chest, the tremors of your body a sign of the surge of adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the air, jolting you out of your weeping. Startled, you clutched tighter to Lloyd, taking refuge in his protective embrace.

Lloyd glanced in the direction of the noise, his grip on you becoming even more secure. “Hold on,” he murmured, his voice soft yet urgent. “We need to leave this place.”

Suddenly, Steve appeared, pointing a gun at both of you. His finger trembled on the trigger as he fixated his gaze upon you two.

Steve's voice was cold and dangerous as he commanded, “Let her go.”

Lloyd held you firmly, refusing to relent his grip. “She's not going anywhere,” he stated firmly, his arms a fortress around you.

As Steve's finger tightened on the trigger, his expression hard and unyielding, he repeated his demand once more, his voice filled with even greater urgency. “I said let her go!”

Ari swiftly drew his gun and commenced firing at the surroundings, generating a momentary diversion designed to divert Steve's attention. He cried out, “Go, go, go!” urgently signalling Lloyd and you to capitalize on the distraction.

Not wasting a moment, Lloyd seized the opportunity and swung out with a forceful kick, successfully knocking Steve off-balance from the unexpected attack.

In a seamless motion, he immediately followed through with a powerful punch aimed straight at Steve's face, effectively knocking him back and onto the ground.

Without giving Steve an opportunity to recover, Lloyd swiftly connected with a second punch, this one aimed at his jaw with bruising force. “Ari, take her away and don't look back!” he commanded urgently.

Ari acknowledged Lloyd's directive, his focus shifting as another gunshot echoed through the vicinity, causing you concern for Nick's safety as well. In a panicked tone, you protested, “No, I'm not leaving you!”

Lloyd turned back to you, his voice resolute, “Don't worry, Sugar. I will return to you. It's a promise, but you must go now.”

With a tinge of sadness, you reluctantly allowed Ari to guide you away, your heart gripped with a mixture of fear and worry. Though you wanted to remain, you knew the importance of following Lloyd's instructions.

Leaving him behind, you could feel the weight of farewell, your heart heavy with anticipation of his promise to return.

You allowed Ari to lead you by the hand, guiding you out of the compound as your heart thumped uncontrollably, desperately trying to drown out the sounds of combat reverberating from inside.

The thoughts about Lloyd and Nick consumed your mind, their safety now uncertain and unknown.

The flurry of emotions coursed through you incessantly, an overwhelming mix of worry, fear, and adrenaline coursing through your veins, leaving you feeling utterly overwhelmed.

The anguish consumed you as you trailed behind Ari through the dark corridors, fighting hard to maintain composure.

Once outside, your emotions surged out uncontrollably, and you collapsed onto the ground, sobbing for both Lloyd and Nick.

Ari hastened to your side, dropping down beside you and gently pulling you into his arms, his own worry for his friends mirroring your own.

A wave of guilt washed over you, and you couldn't help but blame yourself for the perilous situation your friends found themselves in. Your mind swam with regret and responsibility, the weight of the events weighing heavily upon your conscience.

Ari, seeing your self-blame, took it upon himself to attempt to console you. He held you close, his voice a soothing balm in the midst of turbulent emotions.

He stroked your hair gently, his touch reassuring as he spoke softly, “It's not your fault, you know. None of this is on you.”

His tone was filled with empathy and understanding, his words a soft murmur in the midst of the chaos unfolding.

He held you closer, his embrace firm and protective, attempting to quell the tumultuous storm of emotions that raged within you. “There was nothing you could've done,” he added gently. “They're going to be alright. They're strong. Trust me.”

The sound of an explosion, startled you both.

Your heart dropped as the blast rang out inside the facility, immediately followed by a second one. Panic clutched at your chest, and you gasped out the words softly, “What was that?!”

Ari's face mirrored your fear and concern as he took your hand firmly in his, his gaze fixed on you with steadfast worry.

He squeezed your hand gently, his touch a silent reassurance. “I don't know,” he replied, his voice steady but tight with tension. “But something's definitely not right.”

He paused, his expression dark with worry as the sounds of chaos continued beyond the walls.

Sensing your distress, Ari swiftly pulled you into a firm embrace, shielding you from the sight of the burning compound. Your body trembled as the heat from the flames reached you, the echoes of explosions carrying in the distance.

He held you close, his arms acting as a protective barrier, surrounding you with his strength and warmth.

From the distance of the burning structure, you noticed a weary figure stumbling towards you, its silhouette limping and smoke-tinged.

A soft cry of relief escaped your lips as you recognized the figure as Nick, his attire scorched and burned in several places on his body. His exhaustion was evident in his expression, yet there was also relief on his face as he reached you.

With a firm yet gentle hold, he pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in a tight embrace, his grip steady and secure.

He held you close, his body trembling slightly. “You're safe,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Thank God.”

His eyes met yours, a mixture of weariness and concern evident in his gaze, and a hint of something more that remained unspoken. He continued to hold you, as if drawing strength and comfort from the contact.

Despite the comfort of Nick's embrace, a sense of unease crept over you, and you instinctively looked over his shoulder, searching for any sign of Lloyd. Concern and worry for his safety filled your thoughts.

“Where's Lloyd?” Your voice was laced with trepidation as you pressed him for a response. Panic gripped you as Nick remained silent, his lack of response fueling your worry.

Nick's silence and the sadness etched on his face only heightened your anxiety. “Why aren't you saying anything? Where is he?” you repeated, your desperation growing with each passing moment.

The sense of dread intensified as Nick exchanged a somber glance with Ari, and your body suddenly felt drained of all color. The silence between them was deafening, a potent indicator that the outcome was far from good.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to break free from Nick's grasp, driven by the intense need to find Lloyd. “Let me go!” you implored, your voice cracking with a mix of terror and worry.

Nick, however, held you firmly, refusing to release his grip on you, his arms like iron bands around your flailing form.

Your desperation mounted as you let out a scream, his name ripping from your throat. Instinctively, you attempted to break free from Nick's hold and make a dash towards the burning compound, determined to reach Lloyd.

But Nick's grip on you was steadfast, keeping you firmly in place, despite your struggles.

Your body strained against his hold, but Nick stood firm, not allowing you to go any further. In a low, urgent voice, he tried to reason with you, his eyes filled with both sympathy and determination.

Your body sagged in Nick's arms as the weight and reality of the situation washed over you. All the emotions - fear, despair, and grief, came crashing down at once, and you couldn't hold back the tears any longer.

With a strangled sob, you slumped against him, your body trembling as you broke down, crying in his embrace. “LLOYD”

Nick held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you like a cocoon, offering comfort and security in the midst of chaos and despair. He didn't make any attempts to stop your tears, he just held you close, gently stroking your hair as you wept against him.

Your heart was shattered and your voice choked with sobs as you clung to Nick, pleading desperately through your tears, “Please, Lloyd needs me...I want Lloyd...he promised...Lloyd...” the words tumbling out between broken cries.

Nick's expression mirrored your grief as he held you tight, his own emotions running high but suppressed for the sake of comforting you, as so did Ari.

Part 22- Part 24

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[jamneuromain]

For your Lloyd and Secretary one, what if someone who works closely with Brewer finds out about how he died and seeks out for vengeance? And how about he kidnaps and enslaves Secretary and Lloyd has to get her back? But the Secretary thinks that Lloyd would just replace her, even if she had developed some feelings for Lloyd, she still believed that he would leave her. But Lloyd finds her.

Hi nonnies! Sorry for taking so long to write :3

I love your ideas and I present to you--

Out for Blood

Lloyd Hansen x You

Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader (Driver!Denny Carmicheal), Graphic Depiction of Blood and Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has hemophobia (fear of blood), a lot of cursing.

W/C: ~5k

Summary: You were captured by a rival gang. Would Lloyd come and save you?

A/N: This is a sequel to A Whiff of Blood, Thank you for all your love to Mob!Lloyd<333

For the record, your hemophobia is directed to blood coming from other people, not your own. You wouldn’t faint or puke if you had a papercut, but you would (and did) puke when Lloyd showed up at your door a few weeks ago, littered with blood and cuts.

Tasting the faint tang of rust and salt from the cut inside your cheek, your tongue inevitably touches the wound in your mouth.

Ouch, it stings.

An almost ridiculous - but somewhat fits the situation you are facing - idea comes to mind.

You hope Lloyd could pay for your dental care if your tooth gets knocked out.

In a dark humid stinky cell, you are obligated to keep yourself from fainting.

How long is it since you’ve been captured? An hour? Two?

You don’t know. Not that the concrete walls give any clues as to where you are and when is it.

Your head is dizzy, and somewhere on the back of your head is throbbing, possibly the spot where someone knocks your head with a baseball bat or a heavy club.

-who the heck still uses a club to beat the shit out of their victims to issue a kidnapping these days? Aren’t they worried about possible brain injuries?

Your hands and feet are tied to a plain wooden chair with zip ties, not something you can get out of without tools and time. Knowing that they kidnapped you and took you to this place, instead of dumping you down the pier with a large stone tied to your feet? You’ve got time, some of them at least. They want something from you, hence the reason why you are alive.

The problem is to rescue yourself before they realize nothing is coming out of your mouth.

So, the real question is, how much time do you have?

Dull thuds of footsteps approach you. After some screeching from the iron bars and the clang of the lock opened by a key, that is supposed to be the cell gate’s composition, you assume, for you are forced in another direction having been tied to the chair, another screeching sound, and the door swings open, entering two men.

They stand before you, one has his hands on his hips, the other crossing his arm.

Think. Your mind goes one hundred miles per hour. Think. Sometimes Lloyd keeps his captives alive, but only when his men are wearing masks. But these two are showing their faces in broad daylight – nightlight, to be precise, since you left the office around 7:30 pm, and later got a smack in the head after having picked up the dry cleaning for Lloyd.

You watched their faces closely. The first man who appears before you is shorter than the other, it is difficult to tell his height when you are sitting on a chair, but you assume he is approximately your height (which is definitely short for an average man), medium build – again, it is hard to tell with his jacket on, you have to conduct most of your analysis base on guesswork. Something about his face looks familiar, however, you cannot pinpoint who or what, since as a secretary, you meet a lot of people daily.

The other guy, the taller one and the more muscular one, doesn’t strike you as someone you know in the past. A hint of tattoo peeks on the back of his hand, a sharp edge with the color of tattoo ink. The beard covers half his face, and that he’s bald, in contrast to his wild facial hair.

“Well, well, well.” The first one smirks, “If it isn’t Lloyd’s pretty thing in our hands.”

Think. They haven’t killed you yet, but they are planning to. Think of something smart. To stall. Or to gather enough information so that Lloyd will know who to revenge on if you are dead.

The hair on the back of your neck practically stands when the word “dead” crosses your mind for a split second.

You cannot panic. Not now. Think.

“You can drop an invitation to my mailbox, y’know? If you wanna talk.” You look up at them. A small smile raises the corner of your lips, but you are not smiling, not really, because your sharp eyes are taking in the minor changes in their expressions.

The first one raises his eyebrows, somewhat surprised, while the second one remains stoic.

“Impressive.” The man compliments, “Thought you would thrash and kick, but I guess you have seen too much of this - ” He gestures to your tied-up position, “working for Lloyd, eh?”

You neither confirm nor deny, yet, you make an attempt at deciphering his intentions, “What is it with this time?” God, you sound like you have been kidnapped twice a week since you got the secretary job. You raise your eyebrows as he does, “Threats to cooperate? Info about his latest business? Or are you two with the FBI?”

They both glance at each other when you mention the FBI.

Good news, they are not cops.

Bad news, they are not cops, which means they are more likely to kill you.

“Hey, you.” You turn your head to the silent bulk of beard, “Didn’t I see you tattling to your badge buddy two weeks ago? Is it what this is about? That I see you tipped off the cops?”

Of course, you haven’t seen the second man tattling to the cops. You don’t know him. But considering the tension ever since you pose the possibility that they are with the police and law enforcement, it is not a bad way to start an argument between the two of them.

That is, hopefully, there are only two that initiated your kidnapping. The plan of brewing a feud among the kidnappers would be more difficult to implement if there’s another person involved.

Under the first man’s continuous stare, the second man huffs out a grunt, grabs your hair in one hand, and lands a blow into your stomach with the other.

“Cука.” He grumbles, stepping back to where he was standing.

If it weren’t for the pain in your stomach, as the blow on your stomach feels like your guts have cracked into four pieces, you would most absolutely jump up from the chair that has you tied, and clap, for he has bared his identity before you, stripping clean.

Thank fuck you know a few curse words in Russian, one of them being “cука”, which means “bitch”.

Russian mob it is.

You know about the Russian mob in LA. A few weeks ago, Lloyd teamed up with one of his business partners to sell illegal substances (a nice way of putting it) and gradually took up the Russian turf. He got shot and was nearly killed after that, when the Russians ambushed him in the clinic he used to go, killing his doctor and one of his men. Lloyd himself barely got out alive and took shelter in your apartment.

Today, around 7 pm, Lloyd took his driver Denny and two of his henchmen to a club he owned to meet the Russians to settle for a truce. As his secretary, you know that he usually conducts his mob business there, instead of in the building where you work. So, you finished up the paperwork and called it a night, while ordering some pizza since cooking would take an additional one hour and a half.

You were on your way home, stopping by on the side of the curb to pick up Lloyd’s dry cleaning when you lost consciousness after a hit in the head.

Oh crap, you would have to send those clothes to the dry cleaning again.

Focus. You take a deep breath, clearing the irrelevant thoughts from your mind. Think smart. How could you subtly prove yourself worthy to them?

“Fine.” You huff out, “You are not working with a badge buddy, I get it.” Adding some sarcasm to the mix, you twitch the muscles on your face, your tone as despising as your expression, “I’m sure what I’ve seen with my own eyes is purely some illusion-voodoo shit.”

Great. Now you sound like Lloyd fucking Hansen.

The first man clears his throat, effectively silencing the grumbling Russian guy.

“Quite a temper.” He pulls a chair from the corner of the cell, sitting in front of you, pointing at himself, then back at you, “You know, we could’ve been friends, you and I.”

“Oh yeah?” You quirk your brow, “What’s stopping ya’? Enlighten me.”

Shit. Too Lloyd.

You are somewhat surprised when he responds per your ask, “If you insist…”

Yeah well, you weren’t exactly insisting (or interested, for that matter, you couldn’t care less). Nevertheless, you nod for him to continue.

“Suza Brewer. Rings a bell?” He smiles, but the friendliness is nowhere to be seen.

Of course, the name Suza Brewer rings a bell. Unfortunately, it’s the bad kind of bell.

Brewer had threatened to have you to himself, and asked Lloyd – not in a nice way – to balance between their deal and you.

… since you are alive and breathing and your limbs are still intact, without a doubt, Lloyd chose you, his faithful employee over the dumb biker Brewer, and fed Brewer to the fishes. You had speculated that there were crocodiles underwater where he disposed of the bodies, because damn, Lloyd’s body-dumping was never found by police forces, or any other people, for that matter, and now you are equally tempted to throw this kidnapper beneath the Westside Pier too.

If only you weren’t tied up like a lamb for slaughter.

“Vaguely.” You pretend to think, tilting your head to the side, even though the back of your shirt is soaked with your cold sweat, “Is he in trouble?”

Hell, Brewer is more than “in trouble”. He’s more like “in crocodile”. His body parts could be swimming along with those hideous beasts, travelling hundreds of miles apart from each other, as you speak.

Somehow, the phrase “in crocodile” has you close to smiling. Especially in this circumstance. Fuck. You are most definitely contaminated by Lloyd Fucking Hansen. You bite the inside of your cheek from actually smiling. As a result, you accidentally bite on your wound.

It stings like a bitch.

The man in front of you speaks softly, “Suza is my brother. And your boss, Lloyd Hansen, killed him.”

This is not going to end well.

You pray to whatever deity that would answer, and hope that you could have a better ending than the Brewer guys. If not, then at least a quick, painless death.

The man observes your face for any expression that could slip away some info, but eventually, he sighs and continues, “So, I decided that I would avenge him, by taking away Lloyd’s most prized possession.”

Ah. Lloyd’s most prized possession would be his gun. He’d spend an hour every day wiping it spotless with a fine cloth, counting the bullets in his gun before popping the magazine back in place. You have heard about a few of the henchmen joking that Lloyd would be more pissed if a man touches his gun, compared to touching his dick,

You have seen the gun on many occasions. Most of the times on his belt, occasionally in his hand, and once, only once on the table when he was dismantling it. But he quickly put it back together seeing you with the pile of paperwork and shoved it back on his belt. Twice, if you are counting the time when he nearly bleeds out in your home.

“Aaaaaaand you want to ask me what his prized possession is?” You pipe up.

That’d be easy. However, you doubt what this Brewer brother had in mind could be this plain and straight.

As far as you know, Lloyd doesn’t have any siblings, parents to account for (he was adopted by a gang member around five, who died in an alley fight a decade later), women that he’d ride or die for (he picks different escorts when he’s in the mood, no one, in particular, meets his eyes), or any offsprings (then your job would be more nanny than a secretary). In fact, you wrecked your brain for the answer to this question, and the truth is, that Lloyd doesn’t care about anyone in any way – apart from the men (and women) working for him. Even so, his expression of “caring” is to drop a generous check if any of them was taken out or quit voluntarily, and never pay attention to them again.

He doesn’t have any pets, neither a dog nor a goldfish to keep him company.

You wonder whether he harbors any feelings at all, except the thrill of being a sociopath.

… maybe he loves his gun in a romantic way, who knows.

“No. I got that part.” Brewer No.2 speaks with a wild glint in his eyes, “And she’s sitting right in front of me.”

You huff out a laugh. This could be the top 1 joke of the Hansen Government Services, that Lloyd sees you as his prize? Pfft.

But the man’s determent tone tells you differently. That he believes Lloyd cherishes you the most. Which means he is going to take you away.

“Don’t believe me?” He shrugs, “My intel snapped pictures of a file, hidden in his top drawer, on top of every shit he has.” Showing the pictures he has on his phone, he added, “You were on that file, Ms. Secretary.”

It was Lloyd’s desk. Dimly-lit, but still, Lloyd’s desk. Someone could burn that desk down to ash and you’d still recognize it. And the file laid bare. With a CV and a photo…

Oh no. Oh shit. It is you.

You’d be lucky as hell if Brewer No.2 simply told you something bad about Lloyd and gave you some money to run far away, as if this is some bullshit mob romance novel. In this situation, he is more likely to skin you alive and send your fingers in a FedEx package to Lloyd’s doorstep as a Christmas present. Or pull out your fingernails before shooting you in the head. Or torture you in the most painful ways possible. Oh God.

The fucking Brewer family and both of these men could go straight to Hell strapped on rabid Cerberus with burning white-hot iron shoes that could not come off.

Think. Think! He hasn’t killed you yet. Why he hasn’t killed you yet? You could be more deader than Suza Brewer who was stuck at the bottom of the pier right now. Why is this Brewer No.2 keeping you alive? What does he want from you besides to intimidate Lloyd?

You have no choice but to ask, “I’m guessing that, since I haven’t got a bullet between my eyes, you want something else too?”

A wicked grin perks up his lips. Handing his phone to your face, he says, “I want you to call him.”

Forget dental care, you now hope Lloyd could pay for a decent funeral.

Brewer No.2 dials the number for you and puts it on speaker. Your heart thumping in your ears, praying that he’d answer. But also praying that he won’t. What if it’s a larger trap to lure him here? You’d rather he doesn’t pick up and get it over with. Plus, he’s too busy to pick up calls, he’s negotiating with the Russians-

“Who’s this?” Lloyd’s sharp voice pierces through the speaker, and seems to have gripped your throat tightly.

Brewer No.2 urges you to speak, but turns out he’s too hyped up to wait for your mumbling lips to make a sound. He drags his tone almost annoyingly, “Hello, Hansen. I’m Levi Brewer, brother of Suza Brewer. I’m here to collect a debt.”

“Oh yeah? Enlighten me.”

That’s so un-Lloyd-like. He’d normally end the call until the person on the other end of the phone could learn to speak what they want directly, which you have witnessed a few dozen times. You can almost imagine Lloyd’s unamused face and his killing glare, having had to deal with Brewer No.2, Levi Brewer.

“You, Mr. Hansen, killed my brother, which is why I’m taking the love of your life away from you.” Brewer No.2 announces, pulling out his gun to flip the safe off. The crisp clicking noise is like a heavy punch to your stomach, declaring the clock of your life ticking towards its end.

Jesus. You? The love of Lloyd’s life? You could’ve sworn Lloyd has a deeper bond to that escort named Cherry than you.

“Say hello to the pretty little thing I’ve just captured.” Brewer slams his palm across your face, squeezing a yelp out of your tightened throat.

The only “pretty” thought about you is that you are pretty sure you are neither “little”, nor “thing”, but that’s a debate settled for another time.

“Say your name, beautiful. I’m sure your boss would catch up soon.” Brewer No.2 points the gun to your face, and places the phone near your lips.

No matter how reluctant you are, you know this might be the only chance where you can tip Lloyd off. And maybe, just maybe he’d revenge on Tweedle Dee by allowing Dee – Brewer No.2 share the same fate as his brother. “Evening, Mr. Hansen.” You mumble, the taste of iron roots deeply in your mouth that you cannot speak clearly, “Sorry to disturb you.”

Lloyd doesn’t reply. He must be mad. Deeply mad at you for ruining his negotiation with the Russians.

Russian? Fuck, the Russian in the room – you spare a quick glance at the silent bulk of beard in the corner – shit, they were in on it together. The Russian mobs asked Lloyd to give you up – nonono, it can’t be, Lloyd wasn’t that good at acting, and considering Levi is sharing this news that you were kidnapped just now, he could be plotting with the Russians.

Does Lloyd know? Your head is messing with your thoughts. Does he know about your abduction? Was he permitting this to happen?

No. Brewer works against Lloyd, which means Lloyd couldn’t have known.

Who should you trust? Was Lloyd generous enough to give you up? Even though he declined Suza Brewer’s deal: you for the business? And fed him to the sharks because he disrespected you?

… probably crocodiles, but who cares at this point.

“Are you hurt?” Lloyd asks.

“Not really.” The tip of your tongue presses against the wound in your mouth, eliciting pain to clear your head – desperate measures for desperate times – and you continue, “I was wondering, though. I think two teeth of mine are loose. Does the employee benefit cover dental care?”

Think, think, think! How can you pass on the message?

Before Lloyd can answer, you take a head start, “Must be one of those Alenka … Alonka Chocolate bars?”

Last Christmas, the Russian mobs sent over a basket of those chocolate bars, Lloyd ordered to have them tested (in case there was poison) and gave them to his employees after they came out clean. But that was about a year ago, and Lloyd saw the wrapping papers in the basket near your seat right before the day ended. He joked about “eating with the enemy” while you admitted the chocolate was not half bad.

There. The message. Loud and clear.

“The dental plan gives you a 10% discount,” Lloyd says calmly. Which is a big fat lie, because no dental plan would be so petty. He wants to say something about 10. But about what? Ten minutes until he’s here? He’d bring ten men along?

“But I won’t tolerate tardiness, sunshine,” Lloyd’s voice sends a shiver down your spine, “Your working hours are nine am to eight pm. Don’t you dare be late.”

Holy Mary and Joseph. First ten, now nine and eight? Lloyd is about to tear this place down in less than ten seconds.

“Enough chitchat.” Brewer No.2 takes the phone back and aims his gun at your face again, “Say your goodbyes. Lloyd Hansen, you are about to hear her final words.”

“My final words?” You lean back onto the chair, steadying yourself with your feet as much as possible, “You really talk too much.”

A loud blast erupts from where the silent Russian is standing. He is most definitely covered in a few dozen kilos of rubbles and bricks. Levi instinctively covers his head, but the blast knocks him to the ground, where he stays unconscious. You are the only one with enough preparations to lower your body, even though being tied to the chair. But you still get thrown over by the blast and the chair collapses underneath your body.

A few henchmen armed to the teeth step through the hole in the wall. After them, Lloyd.

Lloyd in a black coat.

Your ears are ringing, and you can’t tell what he’s trying to say.

Another man with a black briefcase comes to your side. Your pupils were examined, your pulse was checked, and your lungs were listened to.

“… you feel any pain?” The other man asks you.

You shake your head. It hurts a bit in your mouth but that’s just a little cut.

“She’s alright.” The man who appears to be a doctor confirms, helping you up from the ground.

You stand on wobbly legs. The past hour has been too much of a scare that your knees are shaking. You trip over your own feet, before a pair of solid arms steadies you.

“Easy tiger.” Lloyd’s voice booms by your ear, having your head snap in his direction.

He came.

Oh God he came.

Knowing this was a semi-trap, but he didn’t need to be here. He could wait until this is over and give you a proper burial.

And you could’ve died. He could’ve died. You both could’ve died.

You stumble into his embrace, fingers clenching his thick woolen coat.

You probably shouldn’t. He’s your employer, your boss. He’d probably sue you for sexual harassment. But you did.

The blood soars in your ears. You dare not breathe out loud, fearing that you are dreaming.

It feels like a dream. It all did.

“ ’s alright. It’s alright now.” Lloyd murmurs. He runs a hand down your spine, inching your head close to his shoulder.

“How-How did you find me so soon?” Among everything, this is the one you were the most curious about. Yet you dare not look at him. Even if he has just saved your life.

Lloyd narrows his eyes. If you were any other girl, you’d be crying and weeping, and wiping snot on his coat, telling him how much you wanted to be with him the moment you thought you were dying. But no. You were not any other girl.

Fuck.

Long story short, he doesn’t want to elaborate, for you have plenty of time to discuss about this later, “Noticed there was something wrong with the Russians. Then your doorman called.”

“My doorman?” You raise your head to look at him, your brows furrow in confusion, “The guy at the residence entrance? Henry?” While your fingers slowly untangling from his coat.

“He had my number – I’m the last tenant of that condo – told me your pizza came and he couldn’t reach you,” Lloyd explains as simply as possible.

Ah yes. You ended your work around 7pm and ordered pizza…

You make a mental note to thank Henry for saving your life.

A groan drifts to your ear. You turn around on instinct, as Levi Brewer regains his senses.

“Where… I… What…”

In a split second, Lloyd pulls out his gun to shoot him twice in the chest.

A scream gets stuck in your throat, when the crimson blooms in Brewer’s chest.

Your body is shaking, trembling - a natural fear towards the predator behind you.

Brewer crumbles to the ground.

Lloyd lets out a sigh. He puts his arm around you, guiding your hand towards a piece of lukewarm metal. The metal that has just shot Brewer in the chest.

“You have no idea how to shoot, do you?” He asks, but doesn’t expect you to answer. It is a miracle that you are not fainting, he had hoped for far less before arriving.

Wrapping your index finger around the trigger, Lloyd takes a deep breath before flipping off the safe.

“Eye.” He lifts your chin in the direction of Brewer on the ground.

“Arm.” One of his hands steadies your shaking arm into a stable angle.

“Mark.” He lowers the gun point to Brewer’s forehead.

His warm chest against your back, blocking every possible way of escaping. The familiar feeling of having your throat in his hands creeps up your neck, making it difficult for you to breathe.

Your heart thumping loudly, your breath as shallow as it can be, as the warm air coming out of his mouth reaches your ears.

“Aim for the head. And shoot.”

He curls his finger next to yours, and your finger hits the trigger.

The gun is well-positioned, allowing the bullet to dive into Brewer’s forehead, leaving a round of crimson around the bullet hole.

You spin on your heels immediately, fighting the hurling stomach deep down.

The hard piece of metal comes between you and Lloyd.

A gun.

Lloyd’s gun.

You just used a gun to kill someone.

You are never getting a decent job anywhere in the world.

You are going to keep this skeleton in your closet forever (and of course, working for Lloyd until the day you die).

The cold metal burns your palm. You remember about the jokes that Lloyd never allows anyone to touch his gun.

“I… This belongs to you.” You shove the gun into his hands, as if this is some beast that would bite your fingers off if you keep it for one more second.

Lloyd snorts when his prized gun is pushed into his hands. But he doesn’t say another word. He clasps the gun back on his belt before ordering his men to leave.

You follow his troop out of the building in silence. The past hour has been a series of roller-coaster events that you need some time to process.

Denny is waiting in the car when you climb in. While the rest of Lloyd’s men get in a van, Lloyd barks a few orders to them that you haven’t paid attention to. You sit in the car, your back rigid, and you put your hands on your knees like a pupil in class.

Denny offers a sympathetic smile when your eyes meet in the rear-view mirror. He isn’t the type to talk, serving as Lloyd’s driver. But he’s nice enough to hand you a bottled water from the glove compartment, which you take with a murmured “thanks” and clench it with your knuckles turning white.

The adrenaline fades from your blood system, and your heart beats in a stable rhythm, your breathing finally adjusts itself to slow inhales and exhales.

The bruises on your wrists and ankles are scorching in pain. The back of your head is hurting too. Luckily, none of your bones is broken, which could be the best news of this evening.

This feels way too familiar.

As Lloyd opens the car door, your heart jumps to your throat again.

You are worried. Worrying about he’d fire you, thinking you have leaked information to the Brewer guy. Worrying about you have touched his gun, using it to kill someone, no less, and he’d cut off your hand for using it. Worrying about Lloyd would be dead if he steps into a trap with you as bait, that Levi Brewer intended to kill him…

Why the fuck are you worrying about Lloyd? He’s perfectly fine taking care of himself. It is you who needs extra self-defense lessons.

“What… Um, what happened to the truce you went to negotiate with the Russians?” You can’t help but ask, knowing that the dead Russian who kidnapped you was dragged out of the rubbles and put into a body bag, heading in another direction on the van that had Lloyd’s men on it.

“It was a trick,” Lloyd grumbles, “to stall. We agreed upon no phones, so it took me a while to get the call from that doorman. Then I knew they were trying to stall me from getting to you.”

You were whacked when you had just picked up the drycleaning for Lloyd. “-my car, and my – your clothes -” You remember.

“-were taken care of.” He picks up where you left off, “I’m assigning you an assistant, Claire. She’s living next door. She has driven your car back to the garage, and sent the clothes to dry cleaning as well.”

“An assistant? I don’t need an assistant.” You argue, “I can work fine on my own.”

“And get knocked out on the street in the middle of the night?” Lloyd snorts impatiently, “She’s there to protect you, but ask her to pick up the coffee, take out the trash, and drive the car for you, I don’t care. Claire would be by your side when I’m not close enough to save your ass.”

Ah. So you are a liability to him.

Maybe you weren’t suitable for a mob secretary at all.

You were no prized possession, as Brewer claimed to be.

And he’s your boss. You should feel lucky to be alive instead of mulling over whether he treats you special or not.

“Yes, Mr. Hansen.” You collect your feelings. It is perfectly normal for him to assign you a bodyguard/assistant. Hell, it’s even perfectly normal that he wants to fire you for your incompetence. Hiring an assistant? He doesn’t want you to get kidnapped again, that’s all.

… or replace you when she gets the gist of your job.

You think bitterly, staring at the tinted window.

“By the way, you don’t have to come to work tomorrow.” Lloyd casually tells you, “Paid leave, and it’s Friday anyway, you deserve some time off after this …” He carefully considers the choice of words, “… incident.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hansen.” You reply automatically.

It is such a weird thing that you let out a small exhale of relief when you heard the word “paid leave”, as if he would’ve thrown you off the car and told you that you are fired right after saying you don’t have to come to work.

Lloyd isn’t so ruthless after all.

Your heart beats faster, hopeful for …

What are you hopeful for?

You kick the ridiculous thought into the corner of your mind, answering, “I’ll be back on Monday.”

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Psycho Husband!Steve Rogers who is a crazed coercive bastard.

Warning(s): Noncon, misogyny/sexism, depraved housewife kink, head shaving/hair cutting, he's a mental mf who thinks he is only doing what's best for you; cruel punishments are care and better sense according to him, age gap, fear kink, infantilization, humiliation, size kink. MDNI. 

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You meekly sit atop your husband, Steve Rogers' lap as he feeds himself and you the dinner you meticulously prepared for him as he cares greatly for detail and perfection. 

The older man hums with each bite, one large paw caressing your back from over the thin -nearly sheer- material of one of the many dresses that make up the entirety of your wardrobe. 

“Absolutely delicious, baby, good job” he has been praising you with each bite and so you cannot help but smile at the compliments, your smaller body resting against his as you gently comb his hair with your fingers.

This is good.

Him being pleased is good.

“Thank you, my heart” you kiss his cheek that he had shaved just this morning when you were on your knees getting rid of his morning wood. He usually does that at night but you chose to wear a certain dress yesterday that caused for you to remain trapped in bed from the moment he got home till the both of you woke up tangled and sticky.

“See?” Now his fingers silkily glide up the length of your spine, past its dents that appear on your nape and towards your scalp that holds no barriers between your skins. “Wasn't I right?” Steve's fingertips flex all over your shiny head that he keeps empty from any hurdle between yourself and him. “Didn't it make things all better for us, hm?” Your tongue grows heavy and you feel it beginning to swell.

But you must not speak your mind.

For you are not allowed to have one.

“Yes, hubby, you were” you feel him stroke the bald crown of your head and the feeling of his coarse skin rubbing your soft and moisturized one sends shivers down your spine. 

His dark but relaxed blue eyes watch you, outwardly friendly but secretly inspecting you closely for the tiniest slip up. “Just too stupid to see it back then, weren't you?”

You nod nervously, offering him a smile as you avert your gaze from his, choosing to awkwardly play with his dress shirt instead. “Yes, hubby, I was.” Before you look up momentarily. He hates it when you don't look at him while speaking. “Thank you for teaching me better.” 

“And what did I teach you?” You bite your tongue, his words scalding your ears. 

Of course, he wants you to say it.

It is a routine that he likes to do every night. 

“That you are always right because you know better.” You resist the urge to cringe from how he suddenly gives you a burst of praise head rubs. 

It is a trap, meant to set you off.

He knows you don't like his hand rubbing your bald head like you're some kind of an animal and he still does it.

You've made the mistake of fighting back one too many times in the past.

But now you know it never fares well for you.

So better to just obey.

“Yeah?” His eyes begin to dance all over your form in that lewd fashion of theirs. “And how did I teach you that?” This is nothing new, and yet your heart drops.

“You taught me by…” Your face becomes hot from the embarrassment and humiliation. “B- By…” Fuck.

Even after all this time, it's no easier to do it. 

“By?” You can feel his sick arousal poke into the back of your thigh. He shifts to readjust himself. “Know what, honey?” He actually has the gall to sound friendly like he's doing you a favor out of the goodness of his heart. “I'll help your little mind out by giving you a hint.” You cannot hold his gaze anymore. So you drop your eyes and train them on his collars as you whimper into his cheek from how he hugs you closer with the arm he has draped around you. He loves proximity. “It had something to do with a machine and a cute head” his long fingers caress your scalp in circular motions.

Your heart is erratic against his chest. “H–” the whimper you let out is shaky and pathetic. Your expression falters into one of pain but you recover just as fast. At least on the outside. “T- Taught me by shaving my head.”

Steve's smirk is one of pride. “Oh? And what setting did I shave it on? Did I leave anything behind or did you become a complete cueball?” 

Tears sting your eyes from the sensitivity and helplessness as you feel your throat tighten even more. “N- No, hubby. Nothing was left. You shaved it all off…” Closing your eyes momentarily is the only way you can let out your next words. “Until I was a cueball.”

“And why was that, huh, baby?” Now he speaks to you like you're a child. 

He does that when he is horny. 

The realization makes your stomach twist.

“B- Because you warned me many times but—” your voice breaks and you softly sob into his cheek all of a sudden because the memories overwhelm you. “I didn't l- listen and my hair kept getting in the food I would prepare for you.” He somberly cooes and lowers your head forwards in a submissive position to caress the links of your spine.

“Oh, honey. Is that what happened?” Though Steve rests his cheek atop your bald head that he keeps shiny with scented oils and feigns sadness his bulge is too stiff against your tender skin for his little act to hold any weight. 

“Yes, hubby.” Your tears fall on your lap. 

“And how did it happen, huh, darling?” He loves the helplessness of your situation. That has got to be it. “Can you tell me?”

You nod and swallow the bile in your throat. Denial is not an option. “The scary razor went all over my head, hubby” you make yourself sound like a baby because that's what he likes. “Like buzz buzz buzz~” you try to mimic the sound and gesture as you run a pretend trimmer over your naked scalp. 

“Aw, it was scary for your little baby self, was it?” You timidly nod, pouting a little. “That's because you're so small and easily scared, aren't you?” He presses kisses all over your head and pinches your cheek. 

“Yes, hubby.” 

“Aw, my poor girl” he cups your face and lets his thumb trace the shape of your mouth. “I get it, you’re just a baby” he cannot but kiss you deeply before speaking again. 

“But it was necessary, wasn't it? And it worked” it is typical of him to seek validation for his unhinged actions from you, probably helps him sleep easier and pumps his pompousness further. “No more hair in the food.” He smiles and forces you to look at him by tipping your head back.

“No more hair in the food.” You echo him like the hollow doll he has made of you.

“Awww” he chuckles at the dejection in your voice. “Cheer up, silly. You look just as perfect as the first moment I laid my eyes on you” his lips repeatedly peck yours for a few moments. Then he continues. “I am the only one whose opinion matters for you and I think you're the most gorgeous thing alive” he scoops you up in his arms before standing up and you give him a smile like you're supposed to. He leans in to capture it in his own. “The cueball only makes you sexier and more nude for me. So it's a win all around” you whimper into the words he utters against your mouth. “C'mon, hubby will make you feel all better.” He whispers before carrying you to the bedroom. It is impossible not to be aware of your devastation and that is why he offers compensation the way he does. “Yeah?”

All you can do is nod defeatedly.

. . .

If you made it down here, hi you're cool. 

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Chapter 11: Barn Burner

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: You and Bucky will fight your way through whatever you can to get Curtis

Word count: 2,433

Content/warnings: Interrogation, mention of tranquilizer darts, mob themes, kissing, swears, let me know if I missed anything

Author’s Note: everyone say a biiiiig thank you to @hawkeyes-queen for the motivation for me finishing this chapter. Thank you, darling. And I hope to answer your ask with a blurb soon. This occurs at the same time as Ch. 8 of The Rainmaker and Ch. 4 of Handiwork

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You stood there with your arms and legs crossed, leaning against a hay bale in the old barn. In front of you sat two men that you were less than pleased with, still unconscious thanks to the power of Bucky’s fist.

Bucky paced the floor in front of you, on the phone with an ally from the city: Stark. Apparently Lloyd had been causing him grief, as well, for some time now, and after you two were done with him, that’s where he’d be going to be dealt with. Some underground weapons bunker it seemed.

As he hung up the phone, Bucky placed his hands on his hips, stopped in front of you, and sighed. His face looked so tired, eyes sunken in, brows pulled together in distress. You were sure it mirrored your own.

You uncrossed your arms, taking a step towards him as he reached for your waist. Strands of hair that had grown a little too long flopped in front of his forehead and you pushed them back, running your fingers through his hair, giving Bucky the only taste of relaxation he was sure to get tonight. That was probably a good thing. Bucky had already lost his worn bar clothes in favor of a suit, ready for all the business that was sure to take up this night.

As you brushed a palm against his stubbly cheek, he leaned into your touch, a soft hum leaving his lips that was taken from his grasp as soon as it came when the sound of fabric rustling reached both of your ears. Lloyd was stirring awake.

Bucky stood up stark straight at that, but turned his head and kissed your palm before the tenderness left his eyes, replaced with a cold working demeanor.

He turned around, his bulky shoulders doing their best to shield you from Lloyd. You peeked around him anyway, though, catching the way Lloyd’s eyelashes fluttered open, his dark eyebrows raising in amusement when he registered that he was sitting in front of the mob boss he once called a friend. He let out a low whistle.

“Ah, Bucky! Bucky, Bucky, Bucky Barnes. What a pleasure to be dealt with personally. Heard you’ve got goons out the wazoo these days, which is surprising, considering how much I’ve enjoyed personally knocking them off lately.”

If he weren’t already stiff as a board, Bucky would’ve tensed at that. So many innocent people were dead at the hand of Lloyd, a series of killings in the city. Whether they were workers in the family or tangentially related, some of them unknowing of their connections until it was too late, Lloyd had shamelessly gone after them. A barista, a hairdresser, and several lower-level guards taken because they were accessible; something that Bucky worked hard to make sure you and he weren’t. But he hadn’t even thought about the friends of friends. Or just friends, including Curtis, that Lloyd could apparently so easily snatch.

Lloyd was shuffling in his seat, likely feeling around for one of the various knives he kept hidden on his body, but Bucky shook his head and shook off Lloyd’s previous attempt at a jab.

“You’re not gonna find any weapons on your person, Hansen. I strip searched you already. Personally. Checked all your old hiding places and some new ones. Don’t forget who taught you those hiding spots in the first place. I will applaud you for being creative with the new ones, though.”

Lloyd lifted his head, a smirk rising under his mustache, covering the small disappointment of being weaponless. He cocked his head to the side, giving a wink to Bucky.

“Ooooo, kinky. Didn’t know you were such a freak, Buck. But I guess that’s just the natural course when you date someone like Lil for so long.”

Bucky let a huff out of his nose. He was trying his best to remain stoic, but Lloyd knew just the right ways to get under his skin. You took a step forward and put a steadying hand on Bucky’s back. You didn’t want him to appear weak, but you knew you’d get nothing if this whole thing went south. It was all about getting Curtis back and keeping Lloyd in custody. Veering from the plan wasn’t worth the risk.

Lloyd noticed your action, the smirk on his face growing into a shit-eating smile.

“Well if it isn’t the sweet peach, here to calm down big, bad Bucky.”

Bucky’s fists clenched at that. He didn’t want you anywhere near Lloyd, but you insisted, and he was no one to tell you that you couldn’t do something.

Lloyd leaned towards you as much as the ropes around his chest would allow, as if he was about to tell a secret.

“No need to come to the rescue, cupcake. He ever tell you the things he’s done to rise to the top? This is nothing. I’m surprised he doesn’t have me hanging from the rafters by my toenails already.”

He was too sure of himself. He must’ve not known just how much Bucky had told you about himself in your time together, which pretty much aligned with all you had coaxed Steve and Sam to tell you previously. You knew a lot, but still not everything, especially about Lillian. But you trusted Bucky. That was what mattered.

You stayed silent while Lloyd pressed his shoulders back. He was attempting to steal the power back from Bucky through you, even in the evident power imbalance that was ongoing. His cockiness was filling the room, almost suffocating. Before you could make another movement, Steve, who had been standing up against the barn wall, took long strides towards you, grabbing your upper arm.

He led you out of the barn, into the cool night air. You looked up at him with slight confusion. Nothing you hadn’t expected had happened yet, but Steve knew Bucky even better than you, so he must’ve had good reason. His face, full of sadness that was only slightly mixed with his stoic work demeanor was matched with tight lips before he spoke, eyes boring urgently into yours.

“Bee, why don’t you go grab Cherry? Maybe she can help us. Bucky is about to do something I’m sure you’re not gonna want to watch, and I’m sure a calmer hand will be needed. Especially for Cole.”

Without a word, just a concerned expression, you simply nodded and headed back to the house.

You could tell Cherry was nervous with the way she bit her nails on the whole walk as you led her to the interrogation barn. You weren’t sure how much Bucky had done since you were gone, but you could tell it was probably a lot based off the bruises you could see forming on the mob boss’s hand when you walked in. Lloyd’s face had grown several fresh marks, as well, that would likely look much worse tomorrow, but the look on his face wouldn’t have given that away. He smiled through the grime that physically and metaphorically coated him.

You looked over at Cole who must’ve woken up not too long ago, a look near terror on his face. As gruesome as it was, even the right of one of your beloved cows giving birth hadn’t prepared you for the sight of pain inflicted on one man by another. If Lillian was as twisted as Bucky and Lloyd had made her seem, you were beyond scared for Curtis.

You shuffled further into the barn, taking a place by Steve, who stood calmly watching the scene. As soon as you had walked through the door, Bucky had turned to see you, his eyes wild, but they softened just the slightest bit as he made his way over to start discussing strategy.

“I can’t get jack shit with Lloyd here, fucking bastard. I know Cole will squeal as soon as he’s alone, though. We just need to-“

He was cut off by a sound that made you all turn your heads. The rafters of the barn creaked and down swung Decks, before landing onto the soft floor with a rustle of the thin smattering of hay over a bare dirt floor. The action caught the attention of the captives, too, as they watched her stalk over to them. Her shoulders were stiff, unyielding. You had only seen her like this once before. In a bar, when a guy she had gone on a couple of dates with spilled his drink on you and didn’t apologize. Except, compared to her demeanor now, that seemed like an anger level of two. This was an eleven.

Steve made a movement to go towards her, but Bucky barred him with an arm. That was a good idea. It was never smart for anyone to get in her way when she got like this, and that included Lloyd and Cole. They were in her way in the act of finding Curtis. She spoke in a low and even tone, but the urgency and spite in her voice was almost deafening.

“I’ll give you one more shot. I’m sick of watching this dance. Where. Is. Curtis?”

Cole stuttered, “I-I don’t know.”

Smack. In a flash, his head was tossed to the side, looking down towards the ground, red already filling his cheek. Beside you, Steve flinched, and based on the look that Bucky gave him, you could assume that was not something the second in command often did.

“Wrong answer.”

She took a step to her left, putting herself directly in front of Lloyd.

“Where?”

Her voice was alarmingly even to an outsider, but you could just barely pick up on the increasing annoyance. It was calm, yet rage-filled. Lloyd shook his head as his shoulders rose and fell with laughter. Bad idea. Your eyes darted down to see the way Decks’s fists tightened.

“Oh, come on, Pumpkin. You’re a smartie. Bet you’re a sweet peach just like your friend, too, but I’m not giving up whe-“

Punch. Right to the jaw. Good. You hated that he kept calling you that. It was a reminder of someone you no longer were. And a signal of just how far off the mark Lloyd was from gauging this situation.

It was almost in slow motion as Lloyd fell to the hay floor in a heap with a dull thump and a rustle. She had knocked him out cold.

Her eyes were fixed on Cole again.

“Is that motivation enough for you to help us now?”

Cole furiously nodded and looked back over his shoulder at Cherry. “I’ll talk to her.”

It was obviously so he could deal with the one furthest removed from knowing how to properly run business, but the request was turned down quickly as the tall blond beside you took a long stride towards the center of the barn and shook his head.

“No way. You lost your right to negotiate when you let Lloyd cross that line. You talk to me or you don’t have a tongue to talk anymore. Got it?”

Cole swallowed in nervousness. In the next second, Bucky caught your eye. With a jerk of his head, he wordlessly gestured for you to take Cherry out of the barn and you nodded, gently guiding her out as quickly as the two of you came in. Decks was already nearly out of sight, halfway across the field to the house.

Soon before the sunrise, you met Bucky out on the porch. He was on the steps below you, looking up and rubbing his hands up and down your sides as his crew loaded vehicles behind him. Your hands cradled his jaw as he explained the situation to you.

“Curtis isn’t being held too far from here. Apparently Lillian is still there, too. We’ll take care of it all.”

You nodded, your thumb brushing over the apple of his cheek. “Okay. Be careful. Save my cousin.”

Bucky nodded, looking deeply into your eyes and observing them grow hard, tough, fiery for a moment. “…and burn it all down. To the ground. I mean it. I’m sick of this shit and it’s gotta end. I don’t deserve this, Decks doesn’t, and Curtis and Cherry sure as hell don’t.”

Bucky smiled at your fierce statement, going on his toes for a quick kiss. “You got it, Honey. See you in a little.”

Bucky set fire to the farm with ease. Lillian was nothing when it came to the power he held. She met him at the front entrance to one of Cole’s farm property, her heels, inappropriate for the situation, rolling in the gravel.

“James. It’s nice to see you. Come to crawl back to me? It’s too bad that I’ve already got someone else.”

Bucky rolled his eyes. He just had to buy time while his men got in position and Steve got to Curtis.

“No, Lil. But Steve did always warn me that it seemed like you had a thing for inept, kicked puppies. I should’ve predicted Cole would become your next little plaything.”

She smirked with her red lips and shrugged. “Well, that could’ve been you, but it looks like you’ve turned into what you always dreaded. A pawn trying to take on the queen and king.”

Bucky chuckled. “So you’re calling yourself a queen now? And who’s the king? Cole? Lloyd? Both equally cringe-inducing options.”

Before Lillian or the guard behind her could make a move or say another word, a dart was shot into their necks and she tumbled into Bucky’s arms. More of Bucky’s guards emerged from the surrounding tall grass, taking care of the two of them and waiting for their next steps.

Meanwhile, you were trying to hold the house together, cooking breakfast for a worried Cherry and an angry Decks. Cherry was dealing, though, but Decks was a mess. But you knew a lot was happening for her. Betraying her trust and putting so much pressure on her wasn’t what you had wanted to do, but it was the only option you could see.

As your mind was wandering with menial tasks, though, you got a notification on your phone from the security sensors that Peter had installed, indicating something was coming up the driveway. You prayed it was Curtis and he was in one piece.

Based on Cherry first tossing a mug at the wall in surprise, which luckily wasn’t one of your nice ones, you weren’t sure, but then you heard Curtis’s voice and you finally felt yourself relax for the first time in a month.

As soon as Curtis entered, Decks gave him a big hug before he came and did the same to you.

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Bonus A/N: it’s been awhile, but I’m glad to be getting back to this. Thank you for reading, I’d really appreciate hearing about what you thought through comments, reblogs, and asks. Much love!

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi theree!! I've been lately obsessed with Soft mean! Lloyd Hansen😭 what do you think of lloyd being attracted to reader who is a supermarket cashier?!?

I find it VERY CUTE that maybe he ask her what plans or what she would like to have in a date, and she simply says that as long as there is macaroni and cheese and he is next to her everything would be perfect🥺 (just imagine how lloyd would react to such an innocent request 😭💗) ofc she is kinda naive but obviously he's Lloyd hansen and that's already a red flag, ps: if you don't like macaroni and cheese you can choose something else! lol. Feel free to write it if you like the idea🙏🤍

hi! I'm sorry this took so long and is so short, but I hope you like it!

summary - lloyd's been interested in you ever since he saw you, today, he sneakily found a way to ask you out.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You smiled up at the man who was a regular. “Hi, Mr Hansen! Back again, I see!” Your eyes wide, scanning the products. “How was your day?”

Lloyd smirks, his eyes dragging down your body, loving how your uniform hugs your figure. “It’s been good, baby girl. But, it’s better now that I’ve seen you.” He feels his ego grow more prominent as you blush, your cheeks turning a rosy pink at his words. “I forgot to ask you. What is your idea of your perfect date?” Lloyd stuffs his hands into his expensive pant pockets, smiling softly as your eyes connect.

“Uh… Well, I’ve always thought that everything would be perfect as long as there was macaroni and cheese, a good movie, and you beside me.” You quickly look down, not wanting to see his reaction to the words that slip from your mouth. Packing his items into a bag as you finish scanning them, you can feel the silence, causing you to look up. 

Lloyd’s staring down at you with a large grin, feeling his heart nearly exploding out of his chest at your response. “Really? If I were with you, everything would be perfect?” You nod, causing Lloyd to quickly lean forward and place a soft kiss on your cheek. “How about I make that come true? Say, I’ll pick you up after your shift, and we can enjoy some food and a good movie?” 

Your eyes sparkle as your smiles becomes more prominent, and your head moves up and down rapidly. “I’d love that, Mr Hansen!” 

“Call me Lloyd, baby girl.”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 20

Warning- Horrible exes, kidnapped, manipulation, dubcon.

Lloyd paced back and forth anxiously, his nerves were shot through the roof as he waited for your location to show up.

Ari who arrived immediately after getting to know about you, was trying to keep his mind off the situation, so he wouldn't panic or make any rash decision. Jake was working hard to decode the location and it took all that he had to focus on his screen without his nerves getting the best of him too.

As the clock ticked away slowly and the minutes were like hours to all of them.

Jake looked back and forth as he weighed his options, he knew it was a risk but there were limited choices. “Ok this sounds risky, but what if we call her?”

Everyone's breath caught in their throats, they all knew it was going to cause some sort of action from Bucky and Steve, if they find out you have a phone, but Jake thought it was the only way to find you in time.

Nick and Ari both looked on in uncertainty, not sure how they felt about the idea. Lloyd couldn't keep his mind off the situation, his anxiety growing by the minute. He just wanted to know you are safe and that they'd get you out of this mess.

Lloyd was still a bit hesitant as he paced back and forth, trying to wrap his head around the risk level. “I don't know if this is such a good idea.” he finally said.

“It's the only way, she needs to get that phone from her pocket, it's the only way I can track her.” Jake tells him.

Ari reached out and gently grabbed Lloyd's shoulder. “We don't have much of a choice, if we want to find her.”

“Yeah, Ari's right.” Nick chimed in. “We just have to trust Jake's idea and hope to God it works and those jerks don't find out.”

Meanwhile back at where Bucky and Steve had you.

As you gained consciousness, you slowly began to take in your surroundings. You were lying on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room.

You felt drowsy and weak from whatever had happened, before you had passed out. You began to slowly sit up and look around the room, you could hear Bucky and Steve's faint voices nearby but couldn't make out what they were talking about.

As you were looking around the room, the sound of the door opening, made you freeze.

Steve entered the room and stopped closing the door behind him, as he saw you awake.

He crossed his arms and gave you a stern look, his expression gave nothing, as he watched you.

You looked at him he had barely changed, his blonde hair slicked back and his muscular physique still held the same power it always did.

However, his demeanor was different, cold and hardened.

“Hey there baby doll,” Steve approached you with a sickeningly sweet tone in his voice just looking at you. “So, you've finally woken up.” He stepped closer to you, as you tried to remain calm, despite the way he looked at you, it made you to squirm out of your skin. You felt his hand on your chin as Steve ran his thumb along your lip.

“Are you feeling a little better?” He asked as he tilted his head and looked down at you. His eyes were piercing, his expression seemed like he was planning something but you didn't know what yet.

You wanted nothing more than to be let go, but you knew how dangerous the situation was and that you had to remain calm.

You looked at him pleadingly as you felt his hand rub your cheek. “Please, just let me go…” Your voice trembled lightly as you looked up at him with fear and desperation in your eyes. “Please Steve just let me go…” you pleaded silently hoping he would listen.

As you continued to beg, he just shook his head as he began to get even closer.

His lips were inches away from your own at this point. His hand stayed on your chin, tilting your head to the side. “Why would I want to do that?” he asked and chuckled lightly, “Oh no baby doll, I don't think I will.” he sounded like he was enjoying his power over you.

The fear within you started to rise to a fever pitch as he continued to lean closer. You felt trapped and didn't know what to do or how to escape. He continued to smile at you as he got closer and closer until you both were merely inches apart from each other.

You felt the soft touch of his lips on yours for what felt like forever, even though it was only a quick peck. You were still trembling from fear, as Steve left the room.

You knew you have to get out, to escape from here but didn't know how yet. You decided to get out of the bed and look around the room. As you got up, you felt some vibration in the back pocket of your jeans.

When you reached in your pocket, your were shocked to see a broken phone.

The vibration from the phone startled you again, causing your eyes to widen slightly as your heart rate picked up.

As you picked up the call, relief fell upon you hearing Lloyd's voice.

“Sugar, it's me,” Lloyd said, his voice sounding tense and urgent.

You immediately began speaking, your words coming out in a rush. “Lloyd! Bucky and Steve they...”

Lloyd quickly interrupted you, his tone reassuring. “Shh... I know, Sugar. Peter told us everything.”

“I don’t want to be here…Lloyd please take me home…” you cried.

“Shh... I promise you, I'll get you out of there,” he said. “Now listen to me carefully. Can you tell me anything about the place, the location, from where you are?” You listened intently as Lloyd's voice came through the phone, his words offering a glimmer of hope in the otherwise grim situation.

You took a moment to observe your surroundings, trying to gather any information that might be useful. “It's some kind of a bedroom,” you finally replied, “And there's one window. Outside, it's all surrounded by trees. I can see some kind of a logo, an 'S', nothing else.”

Lloyd's voice was firm and reassuring as he spoke, trying to soothe your worry. “It's okay, you did well, Sugar. I'm proud of you,” he said.

You couldn't help but express your anxiety, your voice trembling slightly. “O... okay. Lloyd, I'm scared... what if I don't...”

Lloyd quickly cut you off, his determination unwavering. “Don't say that,” he said. “I'm coming there with Nick and Ari, and we'll get you out of there. And those two jerks are going to die.”

Before you could reply you heard footsteps, you quickly cut the call and began searching a place to keep the phone. Just as you were going to look for a place, the door slightly opened and you kept the phone, on the side table, next to the bed in a hurry.

You froze as you saw Bucky enter the room and felt a new sense of fear wash over you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your head was swirling, you didn't know what to do as Bucky approached you with each slow step he took, looking around.

Bucky looked in your direction once again as he spoke to you, his tone was different this time. He had an almost sinister feel to it which made the chills go up your spine. “I heard noises, what's been going on?” he asked in a slightly louder tone, making you flinch. “No... nothing, I... I was talking with myself.”

Bucky's eyes wandered around the room again but settled back on you, as he now stood in front of you. You felt the panic settling in and knew you had to distract him.

“Please Bucky, at least you listen to me, please let me go, I want to go home, please...” Desperation filled you voice as you began to beg, letting your fear dictate how you acted. You hated every second of this, but it was the only thing you knew to keep him engaged.

As he leaned close your heart began beating out of your chest and your stomach was twisting itself into knots.

He smiled at you as your pleading reached his ears, it was as if he enjoyed the fear you were feeling. He continued to lean closer until he was merely inches away from you, he looked up and down as his eyes scanned over you.

You saw he was about to look at the side table, so in a desperate attempt, you grabbed his shirt, in an attempt to stop him from noticing the phone laying on the table. You pressed yourself into him and continued to beg. “Please just let me go Bucky, I want to get home.”

Bucky immediately wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

The scent of his cologne stung your senses and the touch of him made you want to squirm away from his presence yet you kept your grip on him like it was the only thing keeping you afloat.

Bucky took advantage of your desperation and the way you were hugging onto him as he held you tightly. He felt you trembling in his grip. You felt him press himself against you and he hold you tightly, “Aw doll, I can't let you leave, not yet.”

He continued to hold you tightly as your fear began to rise higher. He continued to look down at you with a predatory look in his eyes as he said again. “Don't you see doll? Things aren't finished between us yet.”

From the corner of your eyes, you could see the phone lightning up again. You couldn't afford Bucky or Steve to find out, as the phone alone was your chance to escape, so as Bucky leaned down to kiss you, you closed your eyes, accepting the reality for now.

Your stomach twist as he leaned down to kiss you, you hated it but needed to keep his interest. You kissed back and held it for a few seconds as his arms wrapped around you tightly. His fingers slowly run along your neck as he squeezed you tightly, your heart rate quickened and you hated every second of this.

He gently laid you on the bed and continued to hold you tightly, his hands ran along your body as he deepened the kiss. He continued to press himself against you. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly. You trembled and froze up as his hand was now near between your legs and you tried not to shudder, you could feel the bile rising.

Bucky was nibbling on your neck, as he unbuttoned your jeans, the zipper was down, his fingers lightly grazing, before he could go further, he heard Steve calling him out for something.

Bucky tried to ignore, his hand was almost underneath your underwear, when he heard Steve yell for him to come out.

Bucky cursed under his breath, giving you a quick kiss, his fingers moving lightly, before he got up and closed the door hard. After few minutes you finally opened your tear-filled eyes, as you cried and cried, desperately praying for Lloyd to come soon.

Part 19- Part 21

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