#lloyd hansen angst

[sosa2imagines]

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

Idk whatever you find interesting or have inspo for ❤️

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

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

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

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

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

Damn that moustache! Always been your weakness.

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

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

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

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

After Sierra Six.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lloyd lingers at the door.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lloyd’s efforts intensifies over the period.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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[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.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[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. 🥀💕

Drabbles:

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.

[stuckyslut8]

Right where you belong

Summary: lloyd comforts you after a long shitty day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you better -" you glared at lloyd playfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"then move to masechussetes?" Lloyd asked hopefully.

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

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

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

[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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[eccentricallygothic]

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. 

. . .

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. 

[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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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey, how are youuu? I hope you are doing great! Well can you make a Lloyd Hansen fanfiction with "A knife? Are you flirting with me?" quote (with no smut plss) thank you for your answer in advance🖤🖤

hey, I'm alright. how are you? I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you like it.

summary - lloyd comes to kill you with a knife.

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

You tilt your head, hearing something. “You know, you can come out. I know you are there.” You spin around, watching a man in a fancy polo step out from the shadows, a glint catches your eye, and you look down to see him holding a knife. “A knife? Are you flirting with me?” You smirk, watching him raise a brow as you speak.

“No? I’m here to kill you.” You look at him and the knife repeatedly. Lloyd stares at you, waiting. 

You raise a brow, “that’s not a knife.” You reach into the waistband of your pants, pulling out a large knife. “This is a knife.” 

Lloyd huffs. “Did you just quote Crocodile Dundee to me?” You nod and shrug, waving your knife around a bit. “Unbelievable.”

thank you for reading!

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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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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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Imagine

"Oh, come on baby come back, you haven't tried on the other wedding dresses yet!" "Fuck you Lloyd!" I exclaimed as I ran "Don't make me put the dress on you myself, sweetie."

With the wedding dress still on me, it was hard for me to run, but that didn't mean I wouldn't try. I would never, ever marry the world's biggest psychopath, Lloyd Hansen. If that meant I had to run, I would.

"You can't run away from me for long, you know that?" "And what makes you so sure, asshole?" "I know it, pumpkin."

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Oooh please i’d love a one shot or a drabble of his inner monologue!

Butterflies

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd starts to realize that the feeling he is feeling towards Sunshine isn’t hatred.

warnings: fluff, realization of feelings, denial, slight angst

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is when they both were in Harvard, so way before having LJ

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You curse as the canvas almost slips from your fingers. The canvas isn’t that heavy and big, but you also have to carry your bag and the books that didn’t fit in there anymore.

Most of the Students are already done for today or are learning in the library, so the hallway isn’t that crowded. You still have to hurry though because it’s going to rain and getting your canvas wet isn’t something that you would want. Normally you are allowed to leave your projects in a room, but apparently not this time.

You walk out the door and already see how dark clouds start to cover the blue sky. You start to walk the shortest way to your dorm. It’s difficult though, to hurry while carrying your canvas and the rest.

The sky is now completely covered by dark clouds. It’s going to start raining any second now. You are so fucked.

“He cut his ear off”, a voice from behind suddenly says, making you jump and letting the canvas slip out of your fingers. Just before the canvas hits the floor, a hand catches it. “Did I scare you?” the voice says mockingly.

You turn around and see the boy from the party. Instead of a brown coat and scarf, he’s wearing a tight polo shirt and dark jeans. You can see some sweat on his forehead. He probably came from football practice and judging by the smirk and somehow happy mood, practice was good.

“Yes, you scared me”

“Good”, he says with a cocky smirk.

A smile spreads on your face as you realize what he first said. “You did some research on Van Gogh”

His smirk disappears. “Well, I uhm just wanted to know what shit you were talking about”. You don’t have to know that Lloyd actually went to the library at 3am because he wanted to know who was that man that you were so fascinated by. It took him quite a while because he forgot the name of the artist. Apparently Vincent ven Google doesn’t exist.

You nod smirking “mhm”.

He groans, “don’t get cocky. That’s my job, Sunshine”.

The smirk on your face disappears, instead the smile comes back. “Thank you for catching my Canvas”, you say. Lloyd pulls it away as you reach for it. “Uhm, can I have it back?”.

“No”

“What?” you say confused, reaching for it again only for him to hold it above his head, making you unable to reach it.

“Why should I give it back?” he says.

“It’s my Canvas”

“Is it?”

You take a deep breath. “Yes, it is”.

Lloyd looks unimpressed. “Hmm. I don’t see you holding it” he leans closer. “So it’s mine”.

“Give me it” you jump up trying to grab it, the Books in your other Hand Male it Hard though.

“I don’t think so”

“Please”, you say, giving him a slight glare. Lloyd just laughs at your glare. It’s not scary, it’s cute-No, dumb.

He leans closer. “Beg”.

The expression on your face turns to disgust. “I’m not going to beg”.

“Then I keep it”, he says, turning like he’s about to leave. Lloyd waits for you to tell him to stop and start begging. Like always, you surprise him with your actions.

“You little piece of shit”

He didn’t expect that.

Lloyd turns around and looks at you with an angry look. “What did you just say?”.

“I said you Little piece of shit. Do you want me to spell it out for you?”

Lloyd takes two big steps towards you. Now face to face with you. Well, face to chest with you. You can feel his breath hitting your face. He leans over you, towering over you and glaring down at you. “Oh, sunshine”, he says in a threatening tone.

Lloyd looks you up and down, deciding what he’s going to say next. Somehow, he doesn’t want to scare you. But why? Why can’t he be mean? It’s so easy to be mean. He shouldn’t have to worry about someone’s feelings. For god’s sake, he’s Lloyd Hansen! Not some weak butt waxing twink!

He snaps back when he hears you talk first.

“Yes, moonlight?”, you ask teasingly.

He takes a small step back and looks at you confused, “What did you just call me?”. Lloyd can’t believe that you just called him that.

“Moonlight”, you say.

“Don’t call me that!” Lloyd demands. Moonlight? That’s so…cute. Disgusting!

“Why not? You also don’t call me by my name”

Lloyd lets out a cold laugh. “Well, I can’t even remember your stupid name. Also, I wouldn’t give a shit about your name. I call you whatever I want…Sunshine. Now you better call me by my name, or” he licks his lips “you can always call me daddy, Sunshine”, he says, giving you a cocky smile.

Of course he knows your name. He remembers how he kept saying your name while he-NO.

A small chuckle leaves your mouth as he says that. “I never complained about the nickname. I like you calling me Sunshine”, you say, “by the way, I don’t even know your name”.

Lloyd stares at you, not believing what you just said. “What do you mean?”, he asks.

“You never told me your name”

Lloyd thinks hard. Did he really lay with you on a porch the whole evening completely high and he didn’t even tell you his name? He quickly stops feeling bad for not telling you. Everybody should know him. He’s like the most famous person at Harvard and a football player. So he scuffs and says, “Ha, everyone knows me. Either you are lying or really dumber than I originally thought”

“I’m sorry that I don’t know every preppy frat boy. While you try to get every girl to fuck you and spent most days partying. I learn, so don’t tell me im dumb.”

Lloyd moves closer again with a scowl on his face “I don’t try to get every girl to fuck me, Sunshine. Every girl tries to get me to fuck them” he smirks “that’s different”.

You roll your eyes at him. “Sorry I didn’t indented to strike your ego”.

“You didn’t. I don’t listen to what a little girl is saying”

The air turns colder, and the clouds turned even darker. It’s going to rain any minute now. Lloyd sees how you look at the sky before he says, “let’s walk somewhere where we won’t look like a fucking wet dog in a second”. He surprises himself with saying that. Ok yes, normally he would’ve walked somewhere, so he doesn’t get wet either way, but not tell the other person to come with him. The devil on his shoulder starts to get annoyed with his behavior.

You nod and you both walk towards somewhere under roofed. The first raindrops begin to fall down. Both of you start walking faster towards the school library. Lloyd doesn’t seem to like the idea of going inside a stupid library, but otherwise it’s the nearest under roofed place and not many people will be there. No one will see him there with you.

As you both walk in, you get greeted with a warm wave and the smell of dark wood and paper. It’s quiet and so far you can tell no one else is here.

Lloyd makes and grimace as he takes in the place. To him it really looks like a circus for nerds. Hundreds of books, many different kinds and all of them are fucking boring. Why would people willingly spend time here. He turns towards you as you rip the canvas out of his hands.

“Thank you for carrying my canvas”, you say, giving him a warm smile, and Lloyd feels his heart melt. You look so cute with your slightly entangled hair du to the wind, small raindrops on your forehead, your shining eyes and thin mint colored cardigan.

“Your welcome, Sunshine”

Both of you walk to a small corner of the library. Lloyd wants to because he doesn’t want to be seen and you just follow him. He’s leaning against the bookshelves while you are sitting at a study table. The library is filled with the sound of the rain hitting the roof.

Lloyd is the first one to say something, “You are weird”.

Your eyes go wide, “huh?”.

“You are fucking weird”

“Why?”

“Because-“ Lloyd thinks for a second “you paint”

“And that’s why im weird?” you say, confused.

Why did he have to start this conversation? Lloyd thinks to himself. He could’ve just said something like ‘I love my dick’ or ‘I destroyed everyone is baseball’, but no, he had to say that. Great job.

You tilt your head when you hear nothing, and Lloyd lets out a snarl. His face is ridiculous. He's watching you like a predator watches its prey. He's standing there, utterly motionless, his body tensed as if ready to strike.

He throws up his hands, “can’t you just shut up for ones?”, his tone shows annoyance.

Your eyebrows furry and you softly hold up your hands a bit “alright, calm down”.

His piercing eyes stare into yours with a cold, calculating intensity and you knew that you had to handle this carefully. You don’t understand how someone can have such sensitive impulse problems. He’s like a ticking bomb, ready to explode any second.

The air is thick and neither of you says anything. Both of you are sitting in silence for quiet awhile. The silence gets broken when you take out some papers from your bag, and Lloyd’s cold gaze slowly falls into confusion and curiosity.

You grab a paper and start folding it. Each fold sits perfectly. He watches you as you continue to fold the paper. Lloyd would never say it, but he really, really wants to know what you are doing. After a minute, you are done. In your hand, a little paper bunny.

“Origami, really?” Lloyd asks, raising a brow.

You nod your head as you get out another paper “yes”. It’s silent again, the only sound coming from you folding the paper.

After your fifth origami, Lloyd moves from his place again the bookshelves and walks towards the table you are sitting on and takes a place next to you. He doesn’t say anything as he takes a piece of paper and starts folding it.

Your eyes move away from your own paper towards his face and then his own paper. His origami is so far fantastic. A smile slowly forms on your face. “You can do origami”, you state.

He lets out a scoff. “Oh, really”, he says sarcastically, “nice to see that your eyes are working”.

“That was a compliment, Moonlight. You origami is really good”

A blush creeps up on his face as you said that. You just gave him a compliment, a really nice one too. Obviously, he gets compliments a lot for his baseball skills, his looks, his dick, his skills in sinful acts. But this is somehow different. He doesn’t know why though. Also, you said this stupid lovely nickname again. Lloyd hates it obviously………a lot…… .

He quickly coughs and tries to hide his red face somehow. “Uhm, I uh ok…I know im good”.

You shoot him another smile before focusing back on your origami, which makes you unable to notice how Lloyd turned his attention now towards you. He doesn’t watch your hands folding the paper though, no; he stares at your face. Like the night you met when you sketched him, you frown again when you get into details. Lloyd is almost 100% sure that you don’t even know that you frown when you concentrate on the details. He quickly looks back again when you lift your head a bit.

Both of you are folding origami in silence.

“Its Lloyd” Lloyd breaks the silence.

“Huh?” you ask, turning your head.

“My name”, he says, “my name is Lloyd Hansen”. His eyes move to yours.

“Lloyd” you try out his name, with a smile “It fits”.

A chuckle leaves Lloyd’s mouth. “Well thank you”. He doesn’t even realize that he just said thank you or that he is showing some sort of kindness.

You tilt your head, “I prefer Moonlight though”, you say with a teasing look.

He gives you an almost playful glare “Oh, sunshine. Be honest, you are just too dumb to remember my name. Is Alzheimer already kicking in?”.

You return the playful glare and say, “No, maybe by you. You are overall already wearing grandpa clothes”, you point to his clothes.

“Excuse me”, he hold a hand to his chest, “in what world is a polo shirt grandpa clothes?”

“In a world where old people are playing golf, but actually just because they want to see young girls in short skirts. Rich old man who are looking for someone that gets their wrinkly not working old dicks up”.

He looks at you maybe because your beautiful lips just lead out such mature words or because you compared his dick to an old mans disgusting dick. Either way, he’s speechless.

“I’m just kidding”, you say and continue to fold. Surprisingly, Lloyd doesn’t say anything.

Time flies fast. Both of you are now about two hours in this library, folding origamis, filling the whole table. While you did a bunch of flowers origami’s, Lloyd did butterflies. A bunch of cute little butterflies.

In those two hours, neither of you said a word let alone opened their mouth.

Lloyd finishes another butterfly and moves to grab another paper but only comes in contact with the surface of the table. He looks and sees that you both ran out of papers. Lloyd would never admit it, but he’s actually pretty sad that he cant fold anymore origami’s. If no one including were around, he would probably grab a book and rip some pages out, but that would mean that he wants to fold some more origami’s and he was obviously just folding them before just because be was bored and not because he was actually enjoying it…duh.

You notice it too, “I guess that’s it” you turn to look at your guys origami work “that’s quite much”.

“What are you fucking smiling at, Sunshine” Lloyd says as a smile breaks out on your face. His eyes don’t show coldness.

“I like your butterflies” you point to his work “they are cute”.

He tries desperately to hide the blush that is about to take over his whole face. No one ever said something like at to him, ok, to something he did. A thank you would be the right thing to say.

“Better than your trash”

Great job.

“Moonlight”, you begin, making him let out a sigh, “don’t say that. I did a bunch of different origami’s. You just did the same one over and over again for two whole hours”.

“Ok ok, yours look pretty good too…but mine still look better”. How deep did he fall to actually say something like that? He already said thank you today and now also some form of sorry. The devil on Lloyd’s shoulder is furious, but for the first time, the angel on his shoulder is smiling. For the very first time.

“Thank you, Moonlight” you say, your face shows true thankfulness “here’s something for you for being that nice” you say and give him a piece of paper.

Lloyd chuckles and goes for folding it, but stops when he looks at the piece of paper. It’s not just a piece of paper, it’s the sketch. The sketch you did on the night you both lay on the. He suddenly feels like it’s that night again where it was just you and him alone, together. His face starts to glow and a soft smile appears on his face, and not because he’s looking at a hot sketch of himself, but because it’s you. It’s you who did it for him. It’s you who spend the night laying on the floor with him, who sacrificed her cardigan so he would even sit on the floor, who shared brownies with him, who was nice even though he was his typical asshole self.

Who he almost kissed.

“Turn it around”, you say softly.

Lloyd turns the paper and in the right corner he sees why you wanted him to do it around. In a soft handwriting it says:

To my Vincent ven Google

“I didn’t knew your name and uhm”, you stutter a bit “I just thought that would fit because uhm you know-”. You stop talking when Lloyd grape your hand and kisses it.

“Thank you, Sunshine”, he whispers and lets your hand immediately go after it.

Lloyd looks at you softly. The soft yellow light of the library shining at your face and making it look like porcelain, but also soft. Lloyd wants nothing more than to caress your cheek. To touch you. To feel you. Not in the sexual way, though. In a way he can’t describe.

He doesn’t know why he feels the way he feels around you. It’s like around him is always some darkness, keeping him locked in a cocoon, locked from the light. That’s until you came and manage to break a part of his cell. It’s like he finally sees the sunlight, and it’s so warm. It’s like nothing he ever felt before. The warmness is going through him like deadly radiation, but somehow he doesn’t feel like he’s going to die. He feels like he’s going to live, which is weird because he’s already alive. His body is alive, he can run, jump, fight and every other physical activity. Now it’s though, like his heart is alive. Like before it was just an empty thing in his chest with no true benefit, but now its beating, its moving fast and loud.

Not only his heart became alive and making him feel something he never felt before, but he’s also feeling some kind of warmness down there. Not his dick. He’s feeling warmness in his stomach, which sound even weirder than the stuff before that. It’s not just warmness. It’s like a warm sunshine is dancing in there, letting him feel a complete new kind of emotion. He doesn’t hate it though, no. He likes it. He likes these new feelings. He likes the warmness he’s feeling.

Lloyd moves closer to you, your shoulder touching. He can smell your soft flower perfume. Well, he doesn’t even know if it’s a perfume or if it’s really just how you smell. He likes it either way. You too can smell his cologne. It still smells fucking expensive.

Neither of you saying something or looking at the other. You both stare forward. The feeling in Lloyd’s chest and stomach is getting bigger and bigger, and not only by him.

You feel it too. This feeling. It’s a bit different from Lloyd’s though. It’s more like you’re lost in a desert, no clouds coating the skin, nothing except the ocean of sand. You’re drowning in this ocean alone, helpless. Until darkness encases the hot sunshine and pulls you out of the ocean. It’s cold and dark, but safe. Instead of being scary, it’s like a night light. Trillion little lights shining in the dark, each telling a story, a secret behind the darkness of their outer appearance. Then there’s the sun of the darkness, the sister of the warm sun. A cold sun. The light of the moon is peaceful and quiet instead of the loud shine of the sun.

For the first time, your heart is not overheating. It’s not beating like it’s on fire. It’s calm. Like a layer of light encased it. Not a warm light, a dark peaceful light. Like the moonshine is wrapping itself around the flame like a glass to extinguish the flame.

You feel like the moonshine is dancing inside your stomach. Like a million shooting stars are flying in the beautiful darkness.

Your hands move closer until they touch, both of your hearts beating faster and the dancing in your stomach grows. Lloyd pinkie moves onto your hand and wraps around yours, intertwining your pinkies. Your pinkie pulls his closer, making him blush and this time he doesn’t try to hide it.

He moves his other hand towards your face and softly grabs your cheek and turns your head towards his. Now it’s your turn to blush. Lloyd looks at your lips before he moves his eyes to look into your shining eyes. He swears that the sunshine is his stomach is now rocking the dance floor as your hand that is not intertwined with his pinkie moves to the space between his shoulder and neck. Lloyd feels your warm fingers come in contact with his cold skin. You now move your gaze to his lips too, and Lloyd sees that as the final consent to do his next move.

He slowly pulls your face closer and closer. He needs to kiss you.

The night you both met you told him that he should sometimes use a chapsticks for his ‘crusty’ lips and he declined and said that’s not for men. He secretly used them, and his lips never felt softer before. It’s not like he’s scared that you will say that his lips are crusty when he kisses you. Ok, he is, but the chances are slim thanks to the chapsticks.

You both start to lean and close your eyes, only a millimeter, till your lips finally touch.

Your lips meet.

At least that’s what Lloyd hoped for, but a loud noise broke what was supposed to be your guys first kiss in the last second.

A growl leaves Lloyd’s mouth. He was so close to kissing you. SO CLOSE. He stops his inner tantrum when he listens to the noise and jumps up from the table.

“LLOYD, where the fuck are you?” Denny screams, giving zero fuck about the students who try to study. “Do you see him?” he asks the rest of the football team.

You both were so concentrated on your origami’s that you didn’t even realize that it stopped raining, and Lloyd’s frat bros aka. Team members looked for him. He doesn’t know why really, because normally they leave him be. When he’s not training, partying or having a game, he is fucking.

Lloyd needs to get out NOW. They can’t see him here, not in a library, not in a library….with you. He turns to you for a second and sees you looking at him with a neutral expression. Lloyd immediately looks away and just as he is about to sneak around the corner to the door to get outside with none of his bros noticing him, he slightly turns his head not turning to look at you though, and says “goodbye, Sunshine”.

Then he flees.

Not a minute later Carmichael walks by and looks at you with his dark eyes, which show no emotions, before he continues his search.

[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.

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