#lloyd hansen x Sunshine

[holylulusworld]

TOL - Swaying - Ari Levinson

Summary: He'd love to dance with you for the rest of his life.

Pairing: Mobster!Ari Levinson x Dance Instructor!Reader

Side-pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Sunshine (different reader)

Warnings: fluff, smitten Ari, mentions of stalking, violence, reader getting attacked (not Ari), I mention suicide (nothing happens)

A/N: This is part of my Traders of love (lust) masterlist series. It tells the story of Ari and his girl Fairy. For more information, you should read TOL - I’m your daddy now (2 + 3) first.

Ari puffs out a huff. He glares at the man he pays to get a chance with you. His hands ball into fists, as it seems that Lloyd has better things to do than help him.

“Sunshine, you look beautiful.” Lloyd is all over his girlfriend. He grins like the cat that got the cream when he moves his hands to her ass to grope it. “I’m glad we came here for a dance lesson.”

“Lloyd,” his girlfriend says. “We came here to help your client. Mr. Levinson doesn’t look happy. If you don’t stop, you’ll draw too much attention to us. The last thing we need is to lose a client. Mr. Levinson pays well.”

“Aw, all business and no fun,” Lloyd purrs and grabs a handful of Sunshine’s ass. He grins while slowly twirling her toward Ari. Lloyd smirks at Ari and winks at him before starting to slow dance with his girlfriend.

“You’re a natural, Mr. Hansen!” You gasp while watching the new pair that signed up for your dance class take over the dance floor. “Look at you! You’re light-footed, and your posture is just perfect.” You clap your hands. “Why did you come here?”

“You see,” Lloyd tries to focus on the song and not step on his girlfriend’s feet while struggling to come up with a lie: “I can dance like Fred Astaire, but my Sunshine is rather clumsy. She steps on my feet all the time.”

You chuckle because his girlfriend gives him the stinky eye. “Oh, don’t worry, Mr. Hansen,” you softly say. “She’s doing just great. With a partner like you, she’ll be even better in no time.”

“Ahem...” you dip your head when Mr. Levinson clears his throat. He’s the only one coming to your dance class without a partner. He’s a little clumsy and has barely made any progress over the last two months. “Miss Y/L/N, uh, I got no partner, and I still got problems with the steps.”

Ari gives you a sheepish smile, making your heart flutter. If not for your strict rules to not get involved with people coming to your classes, you’d fall hard for the handsome man.

“Well, let me be your partner then,” you chuckle and hold out your hand. Ari takes the chance to get you in his arms. He’s a little too eager to put his right arm between your left arm and your body, and places his hand on your back.

You place your left hand on his shoulder. “We will start all over, Ari. I need you to extend your left arm to your left.” You watch him follow your instructions before you take his left hand with your right hand. Ari closes his hand around your smaller ones. He stares at your hand and licks his lips. “Very good.”

He nods while knitting his brows together. Ari seems to be hyperfused about following your instructions. “Remember to not pull me in tight. A waltz is a classic dance, and we cannot have chest-to-chest contact. It’s not an intimate dance.”

Ari nods again, but his face falls. He had hoped to have you closer tonight.

You nod at him as the next song begins. “Alright, ladies and gentlemen. This is one of the most romantic songs for a waltz. I want you all to give your best.”

Murmurs fill the room. Lloyd is pressing his dance partner close to his chest, earning a slap from her and a headshake from you. He grins and moves his hand from her back to her butt.

“Mr. Hansen, we do not make out during a waltz. Save it for the tango we will learn in a few weeks.” You give Lloyd a stern look before turning your attention toward Ari. “Alright, the others are doing well on their own. Let’s focus on us.”

Us. Two letters - one word makes Ari’s heart skip a beat. He flashes you a smile, even though he’d love to be as forward as Lloyd. But he knows you’re not the kind of woman he can impress by just taking what he wants.

“Alright, tonight you will take the lead, Mr. Levinson.” You explain the steps for the waltz to Ari again. He nods and listens closely while staring at you in his arms.

“Please call me Ari,” he says, flashing you an irresistible smile. You sigh because you’re close to breaking your rules for the charming man.

“I don’t do this,” you softly reply.

He dips his head, disappointment written all over his face.

“Fine, if you get it right tonight, I’ll call you Ari from now on,” you challenge. Ari is far from a good dancer, and you know he’ll fail again.

“We have a deal,” determination colors his features as he doesn’t wait any longer. He steps toward you, and you respond by backing up out of instinct. Ari steps back, pulling you along with him with his hand on your back.

You stare into his eyes as Ari, the worst dancer you ever met, suddenly turns into a ballroom dancer. He sways with you, nearly taking you off of your feet as he dominates the whole room. Everyone stops dancing to watch you and Ari on the dance floor. He smirks while you incredulously stare at him.

“How... how can you suddenly be so good?” You try to keep up with him, but honestly, he’s the first man to take your breath away because he gets faster and faster. He grins while you can’t fathom that he suddenly can dance.

“Motivation is the key,” he laughs, pressing you to his chest. This is not a waltz any longer. It’s a courtship dance, and Ari is about to win it. “...and I had an incredibly good teacher. She taught me everything I need to know about dancing.”

“Not everything,” you giggle as he twirls you around. “Ari, that’s not a waltz. What are you doing?”

“Dancing with my beautiful dance instructor,” he grins and presses you even closer to his warm body. “She put so much effort into turning this clumsy man into a dancer.”

You feel heat rush into your cheeks at the way Ari looks at you. He’s the kind of man who wants you to break all the rules. “You’re doing pretty well.”

“Poser!“ Lloyd grunts in your direction. He tried to impress his girlfriend, and now Ari is drawing all the attention toward him.

“Now, now. No jealousy or fighting in my dance class, Mr. Hansen,” you playfully point your finger at Lloyd. “You did well too for your first dance lesson.”

You end the dance, a little lightheaded but happy that Ari made such great progress.

“I’m sorry to tell you, but our lesson is already over. We see us next Wednesday,” you clap your hands. “You all did very well. I’m very happy about your progress.”

You rush off before Ari gets the chance to talk to you. He sighs and watches you walk toward your office in the back.

“Did you find anything, Lloyd?” Ari looks around the dark alley. “Hansen! I hope you aren't too busy groping your girlfriend.”

“Shush!” Lloyd presses his index finger to his lips. “While you were busy getting all cozy with your dance instructor, my minions checked her office. We can talk about her finances, and all I found out tomorrow.” He dips his head to watch the last pair get into their car. “It’s too dangerous here. You don’t want her to find us together talking about her business.”

“Tomorrow morning then,” Ari nods. He looks at his keys and phone in his hands. “Fuck, I forgot my jacket.”

“Maybe Y/N is still inside,” Lloyd’s girlfriend says. She gives Ari a soft smile. “She seems to like you, Mr. Levinson.”

“How do you want to know, Sunshine?” Lloyd asks.

“A woman knows,” she grins. “Get in the car, Fred Astaire. The babysitter wants to go home. We don’t have all night.”

“Coming,” Lloyd grins. “And by coming, I mean I’ll come inside you.”

Ari doesn’t want to hear about Lloyd’s sex life. He turns to walk back inside the dance school.

“Y/N?” He knocks at the door to the back entrance. “I’m coming in,” he says, pushing the door open and silently entering the school. “Y/N? I don’t want to scare you. I forgot my jacket and wallet. Sorry to disturb you.”

He listens closely, waiting for an answer, only to hear something crash to the ground. Ari immediately sets into motion. He runs toward your office to kick the door open.

His breath lodges in his throat after seeing a man grab your arm. Ari’s eyes darken, and he’s about to shoot the man in the head. But he can’t. Not in front of you.

“Let go of her!” In a split second, he slams his fist into the man’s face. His opponent hits the floor, groaning loudly as Ari brings you into his arms. He kicks the man’s head before hurriedly guiding you out of the building and toward his car. His wallet and jacket are long forgotten.

“Ari,” you sniffle when he opens the door to the passenger seat and helps you get inside. “You shouldn’t have done this.” You cry when he enters the car.

“Who was this guy? Did he want to rob you?” Ari softly speaks to you. “Y/N?”

“I—no,” you say, shaking your head. “He…he’s…”

“Is that man your ex or something?” He presses on. Ari carefully checks on you, wiping tears off your cheek. “Who is he, fairy?”

You choke out a sob, still shaken from the encounter with your attacker. “He’s not my ex,” you sniffle as you grab Ari’s hand, squeezing it to silently thank him for saving you.

“I went on a date with him,” you say. “We didn’t click, you know.”

“Yeah,” he nods. “What happened?”

“I told him that it was a nice date, but that we don’t have anything in common. It was a little white lie to not hurt his feelings,” you silently cry. “The truth is, it was an awful date. He talked about himself the whole time, barked at the waiter, and talked lowly about his ex-girlfriends. He was nasty.”

“I get that you didn’t want to see him again,” Ari murmurs while moving a little closer to cup your face with his big hand. “I assume he didn’t get the message.”

“No,” you say, shaking your head. “A few days later, he showed up at my apartment. I never told him my address. When I told him to leave, he laughed and said I don’t have to play hard to get.”

Ari feels hot, white anger well up deep inside of him. “What else did he do?”

“He called and sent messages. I changed my number, but the next day, he called again. I didn’t know what to do, so I went to the cops, but...

“Let me guess,” Ari whispers lowly. “That bastard is one of them.”

You nod, choking on your tears. “ He stopped for a while. I believed that he had lost interest or got a girlfriend. But tonight, he suddenly sat at my office and wanted me to...” You shake your head, not wanting to tell Ari about it.”

“What did he say?”

“He wanted me to pay him back for his inconvenience and all the things he did for me.” Your hands tremble, and you cry even harder.

“You’re safe now. I’ll drive you home and—”

You whimper. “He knows where I live; he'll be waiting for me. What do I do now?” Helplessly, you look at Ari.

“I’ll take you home,” he softly says. You shake your head again, and he murmurs your name. “My home, fairy. We will think about everything else tomorrow. Okay.”

“Okay,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

“All for you, Y/N…”

“Hansen, things have changed. Stop whatever you’re doing,” Ari whispers on the phone to not wake you. After you cried in his arms, you finally fell asleep in his guestroom. “Someone tried to attack her tonight.”

“Good job, Levinson,” Lloyd cackles on the phone. “The good old knight in shiny armor trick. Well done.”

Ari squares his jaw. “Shut it! I didn’t have anything to do with it. That bastard is a cop. He's been following and threatening her for months. She had one date with him, and he won’t leave her alone.”

Lloyd curses into the phone. “I’m all ears. How can I help you?”

“I’d take care of him myself, but the cops would ask questions. If he has, let’s say, an accident, no one will ask questions.” Ari closes his eyes to calm his anger. He’d love to kill your tormentor himself, but he must stay out of this to take care of you. “Are you still in contact with that guy calling himself God?”

“Ah, you want the master,” Lloyd snickers. “Let me make a few calls.” He sighs dreamily. “Man, it feels like the good old days. I miss them.”

“Call him. I need it to be done as soon as possible. I left my wallet at her dance studio. If that bastard finds my wallet, he knows where to find Y/N and that I attacked him.”

Lloyd hums. “I call God. He’ll take care of the bastard within the next few hours and make it look like an accident or a suicide. Whatever you prefer.”

“I’m sending you his name and all the information I gathered over the last two hours. Make the best of it. I’ll leave it to God. He knows best how to get rid of a piece of shit…”

Part 2

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Mission Diaper

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine

summary: Lloyd Hansens ick

warnings: poop, puke, Lloyd, baby

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. I know I haven’t posted something in a while, but I thought that because my birthday was yesterday I could give you something small. Hope you enjoy it.

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

“LJ, stop that” Lloyd says, trying to stop LJs kicking legs, “we don’t kick Daddy”. Lloyd gently holds them down, but LJ doesn’t stop. It’s one of those days where Lloyd wishes you would be home and take care of diaper change, though, there isn’t a second he didn’t wish you were with him. Lloyd gets snapped out of his thoughts when LJ starts to whine.

“Come on, that’s not fair. I know you like Mama more, but I’m a good parent too” he says, having to suppress his disgust as he finally manages to open LJs diaper. This isn’t the first time that he changed LJs diaper, but seeing an extrem full diaper is still something he doesn’t get used to.

Lloyd may be a hitman and boss of his own ‘company’, having seen hundreds of dead people and much more gruesome stuff, but there isn’t one thing more scary for him than getting close to shit. Especially if it’s the poop of his own son when he ate a lot.

“Ma” LJ whines.

Lloyd sighs “believe me I wish she would be here too because I don’t like this here”. He still isn’t over the fact that LJ hasn’t said ‘dada’ or ‘papa’ so far. “God, why does your tummy have to punish me like this” he says.

Sometimes Lloyd seems to forget that his son has his genes because the next thing he knows is that LJ kicks his hand as he pulls the dirty diaper away.

“SHIT SHIT SHIT!” Lloyd screams, looking down at the brown stuff on his wrist and hand. He can feel puke coming up his throat, so he rushes to the bathroom just in time as everything comes up.

Lloyd sits there defeated, trying his best not to show his frustration as he makes out the sound of LJs laughter. He flushes the toilet before washing his hands, using almost the entire soap, while still keeping an eye on LJ to make sure he doesn’t fall off his changing table.

“I hate diaper changes”

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Don't Take My Sunshine Away, Part III

Title: Don’t Take My Sunshine Away, Part III 

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI 

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Sunshine) 

Fandom: The Gray Man 

Word Count: 3K 

Series Summary: You lived your life on a schedule. Everything is planned out from sunrise to sunset. But what happens when you go out on a limb and out of your comfort zone? Will it have dire consequences? 

Chapter Summary: Lloyd defends your honor and tells you a bedtime story. 

Warnings: Murder Daddy™, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal fingering (f receiving), clit spanking, a splash of somnophilia, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mentions of murder, mention of stalking, Stockholm Syndrome 

A/N: So, this part took a little longer, but we are right on schedule. Hope you enjoy it! Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.  

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics  

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Cover Art by me 

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You spend most of the day with Sir in his office. Men flood in now and then to speak with him. No doubt surprised by your presence but smart enough not to mention it. For the most part anyway. 

Then there’s the poor bastard that couldn’t stop staring at you in the evening briefing. He had the nerve to turn his entire head in your direction while you lounged on one of the couches. You were engrossed in American Psycho, caught in the intricate web that Bret Easton Ellis wove. 

You had just made it to the point where Patrick is recalling how he corrected Stash using the word cappuccino instead of carpaccio when you feel the weight of eyes on you. You assume Lloyd is the perpetrator, but you’re surprised when you glance at him and see that he’s looking elsewhere.  

Your eyes skim over the men in the room and notice a set of bright green eyes raking over your body. You quickly rise from your position on your belly, dropping your book in the process. The clatter alerted everyone in the room to look at you. 

“Sunshine? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of—” Lloyd stops in his tracks when you stand and walk behind him to block the man’s view from you. You whisper in his ear so that the other men can’t hear and Lloyd nods, motioning for you to sit in the desk chair. 

As you move around the desk, Lloyd puts his hands in his pockets and sighs.  

“I guess I wasn’t clear about this, but this lovely little gem behind me is Sunshine. Sunshine belongs to me. I didn’t bring her here to be the object of your lecherous eyes,” He turns to where you sit and winks at you before addressing the men again, “Now, Price, you’ve only been with me for, what? Few weeks or so?” He sits on the edge of the desk, one hand on his knee. 

“Yes, Sir.” The green-eyed deviant has the presence of mind to answer formally rather than just nodding.  

“Right. So, you’ve been around long enough to know I’m not exactly the sharing type. When something is mine, it’s mine alone. But you decided to stare at my girl like she was here for your entertainment or something—”  

“Sir, I swear I wasn’t trying to—”  

A barrage of bullets cuts through the apology that Price tries to give, too little too late. Sir stands over his corpse and spits at him, “I was talking, you piece of shit!” 

He gives the gun back to the man he took it from, coming back to sit on the edge of the desk. You can see the blood spatter on his face, neck, and shirt. 

“Does anyone else wanna make me kill them?” He looks around at all the faces in the room, “Good. Dismissed. Get the fuck out. And take this asshole with you.” 

After the men leave, dragging the dead man behind them, you rise from the desk chair and walk around to stand in front of Sir. You couldn’t stop yourself from wiping your thumb across the blood drop on his cheekbone. As it smears into his skin instead of wiping it away, you look into Sir’s eyes. 

His hand comes up to your wrist and he tilts his head down a fraction, that asshole smirk painting itself on his face. “Just a little blood, Sunshine. Nothing to be afraid of.” 

“I’m not afraid of it, I just...you...killed that man because he looked at me. I mean, yeah, I felt weird, but I...didn’t think you’d kill him.” You feel his thumb on your pulse point, lightly pressing into your skin. 

“If you didn’t want me to kill him, why’s your heart beating so fast?” Sir narrows his eyes at you, and you can feel the weight of his stare. “Because it looks like my little Sunshine liked that I defended her honor.”  

He lets go of your wrist and lightly taps your chin. Letting his hand glide down your body until it escapes into the slit of your dress, he cups your sex and it radiates heat into his palm. His middle finger presses upward and between your folds to find your warm nectar leaking from your snatch. He fully coats his finger, pulling his hand out from under your dress. “Open your mouth, Sunshine.” 

You do as you’re told, sticking your tongue out for good measure. Sir lays his finger on your tongue, and you close your lips over it. You treat his thick digit like a popsicle, cleaning it off with your tongue while sucking it. You like the taste of yourself on Sir’s finger, sweet and tangy notes dance across your tastebuds. 

A sharp sucking noise fills the room as Sir pulls his finger out of your mouth, replacing it with his lips to kiss you deeply. His tongue chases yours in a scramble to taste your sweet pussy juice. His hands find your hips and pull you close, and you can feel how excited he is. His weighty erection pushes against his chinos. 

Sir breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against yours. “Fuck, you taste fucking phenomenal. Bend over the desk. And put that leg up.” He moves around you and presses down on your upper back while helping to lift your knee to rest on the desk. “Now you stay right fucking there, Sunshine.” 

Sir is on you in seconds, the thud of his knees hitting the floor echoes in the room. Large paws slap each asscheek before he grips them tight and lets them go again, loving the crescent-shaped dents left in your skin by his fingernails.  

Gently spreading your cunt open with his thumbs, he leans in and swirls his tongue around your slick entrance. You bite your lip so only the tiniest moan escapes. Sir stops and addresses you. 

“Don’t you bite back that fucking moan, darling. I want to hear you. And if I’m being honest, I kinda want my men to hear you too. I want them to know who you belong to. Am I understood, Sunshine?” Sir lands a slap on your ass when you don’t reply with words, the ‘mhm’ you murmured is not appreciated. 

“Yes, Sir!” You yelp, the sting of the slap still reverberating across your skin. 

“That’s my girl.” Sir returns his tongue to your opening, sliding a hand under you to fondle your clit.  

Pinching your nub quickly, he is rewarded with your guttural noises. Stiffening his tongue, he inserts it straight into your pussy and the unexpected movement has you pushing back into him. 

“Yes, Sir, please! Just like that!” You fuck yourself on his tongue, working your hips up and down doing all the work. 

Sir removes his tongue from your cunt, a mix of saliva and your cum connects his tongue to your hole. Two fingers soon replace his tongue, fucking into you at break-neck speed, massaging your inner sweet spot at the same time. With one hand still focusing on your clit, you were overwhelmed soon enough by how persistent he was. 

“Sir, please, may I cum?” You tried your best to maintain but you were hanging on by a thread. 

Shoving a third digit inside you, Sir picks up where he left off, driving into your core like a fucking piston. You feel your walls starting to tighten and Sir must feel it too because he finally relents, and your wish is granted.  

“Fucking cum for me, Sunshine.” As he pulls his fingers from your squelching snatch, your legs buckle in an orgasm that pulls from you a series of wails that you suspect fill the halls of the house.  

Landing a few slaps to your clit, Sir stands and steadies your hips before you slide off the desk. Wrapping an arm around your front, he pulls you against his tall frame, leaving kisses along your neck. He sways gently to a song you can’t hear, and it feels good to be in his arms. You let your body be turned sideways and be picked up so gently, with more care than he’s shown you before.  

“I think you have a little more in you.” Sir smiles down at you, chuckling at your poor attempt at smiling. You nod when the muscles in your face betray you. “Let’s get you into bed so I can really fuck you stupid.” Your head rests on his shoulder as you look up into bright blue eyes. 

You don’t remember when your eyes slid shut, but you are startled awake when you feel the blunt head of Sir’s dick break through your swollen womanhood. Your first instinct is to fight him off, but two strong hands grab your wrists and pin them above your head. Holding them there with one hand, the other finds your cheek. 

“Shh, shh, it’s just me. You nodded off there for a second. Figured some dick would wake you up, and I was right.” He pulls his hips back and slams into your heat again, groaning at the way your face contorts in pleasurable pain, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips. “Don’t hold back, Sunshine, let ‘em hear you.”  

Moving his hands away from your face and wrists, he wraps one hand around your neck while the other goes to clutch at the sheets next to your head. As he fucks into you, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh bounce off the walls and hit your ears. His grunts in your ear are so close, you can feel his hot breath puffing against your skin as his hand tightens on the sides of your throat. 

At this angle, you can feel as Sir stimulates your clit and your g-spot. Your body is jutting up the bed with each thrust. His chokehold on you is the only thing keeping you from slamming into the headboard. Your legs wrap around his waist, your thighs shaking as another orgasm starts to chart its way through your body.  

“Sir, fuck...please!” Your cry out, staring up into the ceiling as fat tears fall from your eyes. 

Lloyd’s head picks up at that moment as he hears your babbling sobs. “Oh, yes Sunshine. Cry for me, just like that.” He licks away your tears and leans up on his knees to grab your hips, plowing into you so that his dick slams into your cervix. 

“Sir, may I cum, please?” You can feel the precise moment that the tightly wound band of control snaps inside you and there is no turning back. 

“Cum with me, Sunshine!” Sir’s hips stutter as he finishes, and your hands clutch onto his as they rest at your sides. 

“Fuuuuuuuck, yes Sir!” Your twat milks his dick dry, every spurt of cum so warm and heavy that you feel the weight of each stream as it paints your walls. 

Your combined moans harmonize in the room as you enjoyed each other’s bodies. As you both come down, Sir pitches forward and catches himself with a hand on the bed before he falls completely on top of you.  

Breathing erratically, you pull him down and run your hands through his sweaty mop. “Is this ok, Sir?” You freeze, not knowing if this is crossing the line. 

He can only nod, still trying to catch his breath. You can’t help but smile a little to yourself because you followed your instincts and this time you chose right. You try not to think about the rest of your situation, but it’s only right that you do. 

Sir’s softening cock slips free from your cunt and you both wince at the loss. Sir collapses to the side of you and you turn to face him. Following his warmth as he turns to his side, he opens his arm to welcome you into his embrace and you snuggle up to him. 

“Fuck me, Sunshine! Jesus Christ, you fucking drained my balls on that one.” He sighs and pulls you closer. You yawn loudly breaking the silence between you and Sir chuckles at your cute little face before he speaks up again. “How about a bedtime story?” 

You know you’ll be asleep any second, but the curiosity in you to hear what macabre thing he’ll come up with is too great. “You wanna tell me a bedtime story, Sir?” 

“Yeah, it’s probably not a great story, but it’s sure to make those gears turn in that fucked-out little brain of yours.” He pokes a finger to your forehead and your eyes cross a bit to follow it. You move a hand to grab his finger, but he moves it too quickly. 

“I wanna hear the story, Sir.” You sniffle a bit, blinking your eyes to try and stay awake. 

“I’ll tell it, but no questions and no interruptions, you understand?” Sir holds your chin between his pointer finger and thumb. 

“Yes, Sir.” Still cock-drunk, you smile lazily and nod up at him. 

“That’s my good girl,” He leans in for a kiss and you oblige him, wrapping a leg around him. “Now, our story begins with a lonely girl. She had no friends. Unless you count the ones at the place where she got her morning coffee. She knew all the baristas, and they knew her order well, but they didn’t know much about the girl. Anyway, the girl would go to work every day where she spent her whole shift with her head shoved in a book. And no one really talked to her, except one man that she had banned from her work area. Poor guy.” 

Your body stiffens as you recognize a part of the story. 

“But even with a quiet life, the girl starts to think that there must be more to life than this monotony. She starts to feel lonelier than before. And even though she plays with her pretty little pussy every single night before she goes to sleep, she craves more. She wants the real thing. So, she decides to go to Tinder. She’s not above a quick fuck, but she’d rather have something real. She starts talking with a dude and they hit it off. It was intensely sexual at first, but then it got more real. They would talk about their hobbies and their favorite movies and all types of shit. She liked him. Soon, she makes up her mind and she’s gonna meet him for a dinner date.” 

Your heart hammers in your chest and the way he pauses dramatically lets you know that he knows you see where he is going. 

“She gets to the diner, and she doesn’t hear from him at all as she downs cup after cup of coffee. She gets stood up; can you believe it? Well, I can believe it. This guy wasn’t right for her. He wouldn’t know how to please her, he wouldn’t know her drink order, and he couldn’t possibly be what she was looking for. No, no. The man who shared her reading interests in the library who she referred to as a creep, that guy was right for her. Mentioning how much he also liked Bret Easton Ellis over Chuck Palahniuk was funny at that moment, but I guess as she thought about it, she was a little worried. And that was just too damn bad.” 

Your eyes burn with unshed tears. 

“Mr. Tinder, or whatever his name was, was super surprised in the parking lot that night. He never saw that knife coming. But that was one less player on the board, which made the odds a little better for a knight in shining armor to come and save her from some asswipe in an alleyway who should’ve kept his hands to himself. Right, Sunshine?” 

Your breath was coming in shallow gasps, and you blinked away tears that fell without your permission. You looked up into bright blue eyes and he continued to speak. 

“For so long, I watched you. I watched and I waited for you to come to your senses. But you picked the first guy to give you attention on the internet, instead of the man who thought you were the most beautiful thing he ever set his eyes on. I had to have you, Sunshine. His grubby little mitts wouldn’t have known what to do with you. I bet he wouldn’t have given a fuck if you even came during sex at all. And all you ever need to do is tell me you need it, and I will drop everything and make sure you cum until you’re exhausted. As I said before, Sunshine, you’re the one. I knew I needed you, and I will do anything to show you how much you need me.” 

“I do need you, Sir. You're all I have.” The words leave your mouth so quickly; you start to accept them yourself. 

“You’re all I have, Sunshine. You are everything.” His hand on your face is so warm, comforting even.  

“You won’t let anything happen to me.” It was a statement, one that you wished to be true. 

“Never.” You believed him. The way he killed a man for you and the way he washed your body so gently in the bathtub. Of course, you were starting to believe every safe and reassuring word he said.  

To your credit, you still have that tiny sliver of reality in your thoughts that stops you from diving into the deep end. In that tiny space inside your brain, you hold the idea that he could kill you at any time. The collar you wear keeps you safe, but it was also contingent on your good behavior. 

“Thank you, Sir. May I sleep now?” You yawn at the perfect time to sell your tiredness. 

“Sleep, Sunshine. You’ve had quite a day.” He places a kiss on the top of your head, a yawn pulling at his face.  

Curling into Sir’s embrace, the welcoming warmth is enough to have you feeling safe and guarded in seconds, your soft snores soon filling the room.  

Sir watches you sleep for a while, letting a finger glide across your smooth features before he shuts his eyes to join you. 

Part IV (coming soon)

A/N: Who doesn’t love a good bedtime story? See you next time. 😉 

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[ellethespaceunicorn-masterlist]

Don't Take My Sunshine Away Masterlist

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Sunshine)

Series Summary: You lived your life on a schedule. Everything is planned out from sunrise to sunset. But what happens when you go out on a limb and out of your comfort zone? Will it have dire consequences? {DARK FIC}

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Cover Art by me

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Spotify Playlist is here. 

YouTube Music playlist is here.

Parts: I - II - III - IV (possibly on hiatus)

My Masterlist 

[ofspiesandsunshine]

The paralytic was slow-acting but Nick could feel it working. The feeling in his lower extremities went first. It was one thing to see his legs, to know that they were there but it was disconcerting not being able to move them without outside influences. Mace and her merry band of idiots had left mere moments before, the promise of his impending abduction before being tossed into a black site still ringing in his ears. He knew he had to act fast but that was clearly impossible with that damn snake venom sinking its fangs into his veins. A short burst of vibration from his back pocket alerted him that his phone was still on his person. Anger burned through him at not being able to use it. His hands twitched in vain as he tried to move them but he had no such luck. So there he sat, alone in his condo, waiting for that supposed low dose of poison to reach his heart. He knew regardless of who was coming to take him away, the reality was that he would be long dead before anyone could do anything about it.

The loud bang of someone kicking a door in startled him, but his body remained in a state of forced calm. He could only blink in confusion when a single man in tac gear and a mask slowly checked the living room with a silenced gun in his hand. He tried to speak but only the gurgling in his throat could be heard. He could only watch as the man then raced toward him before feeling around his thighs. He looked on in horror as the man dropped his gun only to replace it with a handheld device with a thick needle attached. Without any warning, he felt the sharp point pierce its way into his right thigh. He breathed out shallowly in relief as some kind of cool fluid was released into the thick muscle. The movement in his hands came back first before what he knew now was the antidote froze out any and all traces of the venom in his system. Groaning, he keeled over into the mysterious intruder’s embrace. It was then that he registered words being whispered into his ear.

“You’re alright, sunshine. I’ve got you.”

Nick stiffened slightly, he knew that voice. He also knew that only one person dared to call him by that stupid little nickname. “Lloyd?”

“You back with me, sugar?”

Pulling back to look at the man he hadn’t seen in weeks, confusion marred his features. “What are you doing here?”

“You really think I was going to leave you here to be whisked away to fuckin’ Timbuctoo or some shit?” Lloyd bit out. 

“How did you even—

“Know?” Lloyd asked, cutting him off. “Baby, I’ve been bugging your apartments since the last time you left me.”

Nick’s eyes narrowed at the pet name, he was no one’s baby. “I told you not to call me that.”

“Yeah yeah yeah, so you keep reminding me sunshine. You could be though, my baby that is, if you stopped fuckin’ around with that bitch and let a real man like me take care of you.”

A laugh bubbled out of his throat at that. Lloyd was a piece of work but for some reason, he just kept crawling back to him. Perhaps it was the third leg the man had hidden in his tac pants.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing.” Lloyd rolled his eyes. “I warned you about Mace and yet you went after her like a damn fool. She threw me under the bus one time and I kicked her ass to the curb. Haven’t looked back since.”

“I guess this is your way of saying ‘I told you so’?” Nick asked as he flexed his hands before bracing himself against Lloyd to try and stand.

“Of course not, sunshine. Just that we should never share exes again and you should probably kill her on site the next time you see her. Whatever you two had was toxic anyway.”

“So now you’re going to try and convince me that we should also be on again,” he said trailing his freshly moveable hand up Lloyd’s chest.

“I thought that was obvious, baby. This on again off again shit is for losers!”

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he looked up at Lloyd through his lashes before mumbling against the crazy man’s lips. “I may have missed you a little…”

Part 2 [coming soon]

[juicyfruit-22]

I wholeheartedly agree!

nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”

I eat that shit up every. single. time.

[blackwood4stucky]

of spies and sunshine | aspen blackwood

lloyd hansen x nick fowler | gray man x 355 fusion au

As Nick awaits his fate, a supposed stranger makes their move.

read here: part 1 | part 2 [coming soon]

bingo content: part 1

mini playlists: part 1

Will bring this mini series onto my ao3 and sqwa upon completion!

[witchywithwhiskey]

Lloyd + 61. “did you really think that would work? cute”

cooped up on a nice spring day

pairing: husband!lloyd hansen x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, choking, light bdsm, bratting, begging, teasing, dirty talk, light degradation, praise kink, referenced oral sex (f receiving), pet names (it's lloyd so there's a bunch), established relationship, fluff

word count: 1,800ish

a/n: thank you for sending in this prompt Eva!!! and it's so perfect for Lloyd!! i had a lot of fun writing this one—it has probably the brattiest reader i've written so far, so i hope you enjoy!!! ♡♡

The view outside your husband’s office was beautiful in the spring—in fact, the garden was one of the reasons you’d fallen in love with the house and why Lloyd Hansen had bought it for you. There were so many flowering trees and so much flourishing greenery that you felt like you could stare at it all for hours while Lloyd worked.

And, in fact, that’s exactly what you’d been doing on that particular spring day. Lloyd had even opened the window so you could feel the warm spring breeze against your cheeks and smell the sweet perfume of the lilacs and honeysuckle from the garden. It was a beautiful day and you hoped Lloyd would finish working soon so you could go outside and enjoy the sunshine together.

It had been your intention when you’d strolled into Lloyd’s office in one of your pretty sundresses to entice your husband to go for a walk in the garden with you. You’d had designs about packing a picnic and spreading out a blanket beneath one of the leafy trees to spend the afternoon together. But Lloyd had insisted he couldn’t be pulled away from work—though that hadn’t stopped him from pulling you into his lap.

One thing had led to another and your plan to coax him out of his office had been foiled when he’d talked you into straddling his lap and keeping his cock warm while he worked. With the window open, it had seemed like the perfect compromise. After all, you loved being connected to your husband in such an intimate way, and with you able to stare out the window behind his desk, you’d been content.

For a while.

But your hips ached a little from sitting in the same position for so long, and your body was growing restless from having Lloyd’s perfect cock buried inside you for so many hours without anything in the way of satisfaction. But every time you moved your hips even a little bit, even to readjust yourself, Lloyd’s hand would press firmly against your lower back and he’d urge you to keep still. 

You tried to be good, you really did, but the sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon and you could feel the beautiful spring day slipping through your fingers, along with all your plans to enjoy it with your husband. A whine worked its way up your throat and you couldn’t bear to bite it back. 

“Lloyd, please, can’t we go outside for a little while,” you begged, your arms circling around his shoulders and squeezing him tight while you tried, and failed, to keep your hips from rocking in lazy circles. “You can work later.” Your last word came out on a whimper as you felt the delicious drag of his cock against your inner walls, a shiver racing down your spine.

“Just a little while longer, pet,” Lloyd rumbled distractedly, pressing his hand against your lower back and urging you to still your rolling hips. “You can be a good girl for your husband, can’t you?” He offered you a sly smile as he glanced at you out of the corner of his eye.

Huffing an impatient sigh, you let him stop your movements, muttering, “That’s what you said an hour ago.” If you sounded petulant, that’s because you were. You didn’t even try to hide your mood from your husband, who seemed content with ignoring his wife’s needs. 

As if Lloyd could read your mind, he gripped the back of your neck and towed you away from where you’d been draped against his chest so he could look you straight in the eye. “If you give me a few more minutes of peace and quiet, I promise we’ll spend the rest of the afternoon outside,” he said, his tone patient.

But you discovered in that moment that you were all out of patience of your own. You shot Lloyd a glare before you ducked forward and nipped his ear sharply with your teeth, using your cunt to squeeze his cock as hard as your inner muscles could, wringing a grunt from your husband. 

“I want to go outside now,” you hissed in his ear, knowing exactly what you were doing and knowing it was going to get a rise out of Lloyd. But that was exactly what you wanted.

Lloyd’s hand slipped easily from the back of your neck to the wrap around the front, his thumb and middle finger digging into your throat just beneath the cut of your jaw. He pushed you back enough so you could feel the full weight of his glower, but you only scowled at him harder.

“Did you really think that would work?” he asked, tilting his head to the side while he looked down at you. But you couldn’t even bring yourself to feel worried about the dangerous thread in his tone, not when your husband’s attention was finally fully on you. “Cute.” 

Then Lloyd was pushing you up by his grip on your throat, rising to stand with a dark look on his face that sent a shiver down your spine. You whimpered when you lifted off his cock, your body feeling unimaginably empty without him inside you, but your husband only snarled at your pitiful sound.

“You wanna go outside? We’ll go outside,” Lloyd muttered, spinning you around and bending you over the sill of the window behind his desk. It didn’t have a screen so your upper body hung out the back of the house, only your husband’s hand holding you around your throat preventing you from tumbling out into the garden. “How’s this, princess, is this outside enough for you?” Lloyd growled in your ear, curling his body over yours and pinning you to the sill.

But it wasn’t enough for you, not when your cunt was leaking with arousal and your inner walls were fluttering pathetically around nothing. “Need you inside me, husband,” you gasped out, squirming your hips beneath Lloyd’s bigger frame, like you could somehow find the tip of him and force him to drive his full length home.

“First you demand I take you outside, then you demand I be inside you,” Lloyd rumbled, his tone mean in that way that made your whole body clench and pleasure to flood your mind. “You’re needy today aren’t you, cupcake?” he asked mockingly, his free hand reaching between your bodies to grip his dick and slide the head through your soaking folds. 

You went weak and pliant beneath Lloyd when you were so close to getting what you wanted, your lips forming the first desperate words you could manage. “Yes, yes, so needy for your cock, husband, please give it to me, please, I need you to fuck me, oh god, Lloyd, please!”

With one furious thrust, Lloyd buried the full length of his cock deep in your cunt, the tip ramming against the end of you so hard that you shrieked in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Lloyd’s hand tightened around your throat, choking off the loudest of your sounds of pleasure while he curled over your body, his chest pressing to your back, his cock grinding deep in your cunt in a way that made your toes curl. 

“Good girl, angel, sound so sweet begging for your husband’s dick,” Lloyd rumbled, his free hand gripping your hip tightly while he pounded into you with short, deep thrusts, his thighs clapping against the backs of yours. “You didn’t need to be such a brat to get me to fuck you, just needed to beg for me.”

You were too far gone with pleasure to respond, but it occurred to you that Lloyd fucking you through the open window of his office was much better than the lazy picnic sex you’d envisioned for the afternoon. Glancing through the garden, you knew if anyone was around, they’d see the obscene tableau you painted, your husband fucking you over the windowsill, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Not when the brutal thrusting of Lloyd’s cock felt so exquisite, your cunt clenching down on him as your pleasure grew.

“Fuck, fuck, buttercup, your cunt feels too good, you’re gonna make me come,” Lloyd groaned, his teeth sinking into your shoulder while his hand slipped between your thighs, finding your wet, slippery clit. “Come on your husband’s cock, wife, show me what a good girl you can be with my dick buried deep in this pussy.”

Your orgasm hit you with the suddenness of a champagne cork popping, leaving you awash in wave after wave of dazzling pleasure. A scream tore free from your throat before your husband cut it off with his choking grip. Your body tightened beneath Lloyd, your cunt gripping his cock so hard, it set off his own release. He rutted into you, muttering about your perfect cunt and how you were so good for coming on his cock. 

Together, you rode out your releases together, your bodies writhing against the windowsill until you were both finally sated.

Carefully, Lloyd helped you back inside, and he collapsed into his office chair, his arm banded around your waist pulling you down into his lap and keeping you connected. You leaned heavily back against his chest, your body feeling boneless from pleasure, a satisfied smile curling your lips. 

Lloyd pressed a kiss to your cheek, the bristles of his mustache tickling your skin gently and making you giggle softly.

“Will you be a good girl and let me finish my work now?” he asked in a low, delicious rumble. 

You stretched out your arms and legs, your spine curving and pushing your chest out so Lloyd could see the way your nipples poked against the thin cotton of your sundress. Grinning like the cat that got the cream, you relaxed back into Lloyd’s lap, humming in contentment. 

“I think I can manage for a little while, husband,” you purred, but you tilted your head and caught his eye. “But only for a little while.” There was a warning in your tone that made Lloyd chuckle. 

“I wouldn’t dream of keeping you cooped up on such a nice spring day, wife,” Lloyd murmured, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “At least, not for much longer.” 

True to his word, Lloyd finished his work soon after and, together, the two of you went out into the gardens for a late lunch. You ate the food you’d prepared for the picnic you’d planned, and then Lloyd settled between your thighs to devour you for dessert. 

You laid back on your picnic blanket beneath a shady tree in the garden of your home and let your husband worship your body. After all, it was what you deserved for being such a good wife, and his good girl, while he’d kept you cooped up for so much of the nice spring day.

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | exhibitionism + piercing

pairing | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader, feat. lloyd's friends: andy barber, ari levinson, ransom drysdale, steve rogers

warnings | ddlg dynamics (lloyd is a soft sweet daddy.) months of no touch/orgasms. clit hood piercing (+ me not knowing much about them.) fivesome with a sixth watching; exhibitionism. fingering (vaginal + anal.) nipple play. clit focus + rubbing. overstimulation. asking permission to come + she comes hard. so much praise and encouragement. probably some light mocking/humiliation. sooo many petnames. aftercare!! :) brief alcohol mention

word count | 1,580

an | sorry for the weird formatting? tumblr wouldn't allow me to use the bulleted list bc of too many characters i think- but ahhh omg the very last kinkmas piece 🥺 this event has been so much fun i hope you've all enjoyed the stuff i've written!! make sure to check out the event masterlist for anything you might've missed and thanks so much for reading along with me this month!! happy holidays and merry christmas to all of you sweet friends 😌💕

thinking about daddy!lloyd piercing your clit hood and then inviting all his friends over to show you off 🫠 piercings do take time to heal so maybe he's away on a trip for a few months after it happens, and when he returns home he has his buddies over to come play with you 😌 you were touch-free for that time period, so by the time the big night comes you're more than ready for some attention down there

lloyd dresses you up in a pretty new dress he got while out on his trip, short with lots of cleavage showing as always. and panties are skipped entirely; they'd just get in the way. he has you wait in your room as he brings his guests in, getting everyone settled in the fancy lounge with drinks and snacks. then he sends one of his servants to bring you down from where you're patiently waiting upstairs

andy, ari, ransom, and steve all coo and fawn adoringly as soon as you appear. you recognize every face in the group quite well; these are your daddy's closest and most trusted friends, the only men he would ever allow near you besides himself. this isn't the first time they've come over to play under lloyd's supervision. while these sessions can be overwhelming with so many players involved, things never get out of hand, as each of your daddy's friends treat you with just as much respect and care as he would, himself

"there's the pretty girl. we've missed you, sweetheart," ari's cooing from his seat on one of the armchairs

"that's a cute little dress, sunshine. s'it new?" ransom winks at you as he stands near your daddy's chair, finishing a glass of scotch

"come on over, doll. your daddy said you have something very special to show us," steve says gently, patting the space on the long leather couch between him and andy

the lawyer nods at the blonde man's words, adding, "come here, honey. got a nice spot saved just for you"

lloyd's on the other couch, across from steve and andy. "go on, princess. they've all been waiting so patiently to see," he encourages you

you find your way over, sitting down obediently between the two broad men. ari comes and sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you. ransom makes his way behind the couch, gently placing his hands on your shoulders and easing you back a bit

"you wanna show us, angel?" ari asks gently as he leans in a bit, helping the men on either side of you bring your legs up to bend at the knee, your stocking-covered feet falling to either side of you. when you give a timid nod, the skirt of your dress is lifted up to expose your most intimate parts to the eager men surrounding you. a soft gasp is shared as they all lay eyes on your leaking cunt, swollen and sensitive from months of neglect

"aww, little one," steve's murmuring sympathetically at the sight of your arousal

"look at that ring- so pretty, sweet girl," andy marvels at the sight of the gold loop that now runs right through the fleshy hood covering your needy little nub

"your daddy told us it's a very special ring," ari hums steadily as he reaches out and gently spreads your messy folds apart, all of the men watching as your little hole twitches. "it goes right through the hood of your sweet little clit, doesn't it baby?"

"and that means," ransom chimes in from behind as he reaches down into your low-cut top, gently collecting your tits in his hands and squeezing at them, "that every time it moves, it rubs right up against your poor little button. isn't that right, pretty girl?"

you manage to give a shaky nod, a small whimper rising in your throat as the men all close in to finally start giving you the relief you so desperately need. there's no fumbling or hesitation, each of them settling in on their own task to contribute to the system of pleasure

steve brings two huge fingers to line up right at your opening, swirling the tips around briefly in your pool of slick before steadily pushing in. "okay sweetheart, let's get this pretty little pussy nice and filled up"

ransom continues up at your chest, his fingers rubbing and pinching at your pebbled nipples. "there you go, doll face. just relax," he's encouraging as your back arches lightly, making you sink a bit down further into the couch

andy drags some of your plentiful wetness down, carefully teasing the tip of a single digit over your puckered rosebud. he chuckles when you let out a startled whine, his voice low and soothing in tone as he croons, "easy, baby. i'll be gentle, i promise"

and ari seems maybe the most pleased of them all as he begins tapping and tugging gently at the small gold ring settled so perfectly against your now hardened clit. the feeling of the metal bumping and moving against your throbbing button is already more than enough to make you squirm, ari's patient gaze settled on you as he murmurs, "look at that, so responsive, just like always. does that feel good, baby doll? here, i wonder if we just-"

the others continue masturbating you in their various ways as the man before you pulls up on the ring, forcing the hood of your clit back to reveal your swollen little nub. "there it is," ari breathes happily as he steals some of your slick, bringing his thumb up to begin swiping repeatedly over your exposed bundle of nerves as his other hand keeps its hood retracted with the ring

"oh-... o-oh..." you're immediately stumbling over your words, your breaths shuddering as your clit burns brutally beneath ari's quickening pace

"think someone likes that," steve's chuckling beside you as he stretches you out on his fingers, curling them upward to stroke against your weak spot

andy's gathered more of your arousal to coat his pointer finger as he gently begins easing it up into your tight little ass, his eyes shining with pride as you weakly take the intrusion, "yeah? you like that, baby girl? that's it, honey. you're being so good for us"

"let's see if we can make this pretty little girl come for us," ari speaks to the others as your tummy quivers, your little legs shaking on either side of you as the stimulation becomes more and more overwhelming. but as soon as your knees begin trying to close, steve and andy are holding them open, giving you no choice but to lay there against the hot leather and let the men bring you to orgasm

"remember to ask permission, baby," ransom's reminding you as his head leans down next to your ear. the hands all over your body continue, but everyone glances over in lloyd's general direction as he sits just across the coffee table on the opposite couch, watching intently with a hand placed at his chin. one of his big rules for shared play time is that you always get his permission to come

"p-please daddy," your little voice comes out begging as both your holes are fucked forcefully now with large, slippery fingers, your nipples being rolled and rubbed as your clit is flicked in rapid succession. "please, c-can i-... can i-i come?"

lloyd scoots forward a bit, giving a simple nod as he lowers his hand from his face. "go ahead, princess. being so good for daddy's friends, you can come. you've earned it, baby"

as soon as you're allowed, you let go, your orgasm washing over you with impressive force. being the first climax you've had in months, it's quite the sight to be seen

all the praise coming from the men surrounding you blurs together as your holes contract around the fingers still pumping inside you: "oh- there it is" "good, very good, little one" "look at that, coming so hard for us" "keep going, baby. keep coming, that's it" "poor little girl, needed it so bad, huh?" "so cute when she comes, isn't she? such a precious girl"

when the waves of pleasure are finally dying down, their cheers turn to softer, soothing words as their hands still against you: "did so good for us, pretty girl. we're so proud of you" "that feel good, angel? seemed like a pretty big one" "you're okay, sweetheart. here, let's get your daddy over here" “no little one, don’t move. we’ll take care of the mess; you just hang tight”

everything feels like you’re experiencing it through a haze as lloyd comes over with the supplies needed for aftercare. you’re cleaned up and put in a comfy pair of fresh panties, your dress being repositioned on you to cover you up. someone wraps you in a blanket, and soon you’re safe and content in your daddy’s arms

the men all spend the rest of the night doting on you, helping keep you in a tiny headspace where you feel so safe and cared for. you get all the snuggles, tummy rubs, hair strokes, nose and cheek kisses, and gentle loving words you could ever want from each of your daddy’s wonderful friends

wow holy cow i got carried away with this 😮‍💨 all of them at once is so much but like,, , the i need that kind of so much 😔🙏

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2024 Kinktober Masterlist

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

Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sweetiebarnes]

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

Word Count: 600+

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

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

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

Writing Event Masterlist (still in the works)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[holylulusworld]

Gun for hire (2)

Summary: You’re his next target. Nothing else. Right?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem!Reader

Warnings: hiring a killer, Lloyd being Lloyd, being followed, sunshine reader, awestruck Lloyd, also annoyed Lloyd, character’s death, blood, safe-napping?

A/N: Another chapter this week.

Gun for hire (1)

Gun for hire masterlist

Lloyd watches you walk toward the other side of the counter to sit down and dig into your food. You chew slowly and close your eyes to savor the taste of the last food you’ll ever eat.

He pokes the pasta with his fork, brows knitted together as he tries to find out why he hasn’t killed you yet.

“How did you…” you begin but stop to eat another spoonful of pasta. “How did you become a hired killer?” You look at Lloyd. “I won’t tell anyone. After I’m done eating, you’ll kill me so…please tell me anything. This is the last conversation I’ll ever have.”

Lloyd drops the fork to look at the gun in his other hand. “I tried with the CIA, but that wasn’t my style. Before they do something you must write an essay or shit.”

You giggle when he makes a face. “So…you’re with the CIA?”

He sighs. “I just told you that I tried, and it wasn’t for me. I have my own business now, sunshine. No boss ordering me around. I’m the boss, and order people around.”

“Hmm…sounds interesting,” you nod thoughtfully before shoveling more food into your mouth. You chew slowly to think about your life, and what you want to achieve before you die. “Do you like it? Killing people for money?”

Lloyd looks at you, furrowing his brows. He never thought much about his profession. Lloyd loves money, and to be in charge. But does he like killing people?

He thinks about your question before a smirk appears on his face. “I like it very much, sunshine.” Lloyd steps closer to you to stand right next to you. “I love it when they beg, and whimper. Do you know how good it feels to end some douchebag's life?”

“Interesting,” you nod slowly. “Will you enjoy killing me too?” You look him in the eyes, stubbornly holding his gaze. “And if so, why? I never harmed you or tried to make your life harder. It was my boyfriend deciding to hire you.”

“Fuck’s sake, you’re annoying and too friendly. Why do you still smile at me while I stand right next to you, my gun unlocked?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “Why not? You only try to do your job. Even if I could never harm anyone, I guess someone must do your job too.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he snarls. “I’m about to kill you, woman! Did you realize that this is not a joke? Is your head empty or something?”

“I got that you are here to end my life,” you slip off the stool to place your hand on his chest, soothingly running it up and down. “The question is, are you ready to kill me? You look a little unsure.”

“What?” He hiccups. “I’m never unsure…what?”

“Is this your first time?” You look at him and smile softly. “Did you never kill an innocent woman before, Lloyd? Do you want me to make things easier for you?”

His chest heaves up and down, and he feels his patience wear thin. You are making him crazy, and Lloyd doesn’t know how to handle the situation.

Can he kill you? If he kills you, he will break one of his rules. Your ex-boyfriend didn’t pay him. Lloyd doesn’t have an assignment and no reason to kill you.

Maybe he can end you – if only to stop you from making him doubt his intentions when it comes to you. Now that you have seen his face, he has got another problem.

“My first time?” He grins now. “Cupcake, I killed people when you were still in your nappies. What I do cannot be taught.”

You giggle. For a guy with a gun, Lloyd is funny. “You’re not that old. And…didn’t the CIA train you?” You knit your brows together, thinking hard. “I think I saw a movie…or was it a show…”

“Sunshine, we are not in a movie,” he growls and pats his thigh with his gun. “What is going on in your head? Why are you not like…screaming and crying.”

“Do you want me to cry for you,” you ask. “Would this make you feel better, Lloyd?” You smile sweetly and pat his chest. “How can I make you calm?”

“What are you doing?” He murmurs while you keep on touching him. People usually shy away when you step into their private space. Mainly when you are a stranger.

If you want to survive this day, you must outsmart Lloyd. He’s not used to people being kind to him, especially when he tries to kill someone. You’re nice, and kind – not stupid. You don’t want to die and will try anything to stay alive.

“I don’t know,” you whisper as you stand on tiptoes. You’re about to distract Lloyd with a kiss when you hear the front door burst open, and bullets hit the wall outside the kitchen.

You shriek and end up on the ground, Lloyd on top of you. “Stay down, and hide behind the counter,” he grunts in your ear. “Go…”

Lloyd rolls off you to scramble to his feet. You admire him for his catlike agility. He slides over the floor to hide behind the wall next to the door while you struggle to get on your knees to crawl behind the counter.

You’re shaking as gunshots hit the kitchen door.

Pressing one hand over your mouth you try not to make a noise.

“Come out, come out!” A man yells. “If you come out, I won’t hurt you, Y/N.” Shit, he came for you, not Lloyd. “I know you are in there. Your lovely boyfriend sent me to keep you safe.”

“Not a word,” Lloyd whispers, as if you are stupid enough to believe the other man came to your rescue. “Shush, cupcake and you will survive the day.”

“Come out, little bird!” The man kicks the door open. It hits the wall with a loud thud, making you flinch. “I know you are here…”

You hear footsteps, and then a loud thud. The man screams in pain and agony. “What the fuck!” You poke your head around the counter to watch him fall to his knees. Blood is spurting from a wound on his side. He desperately tries to stop the blood from leaving his body, but it’s no use.

“No, sweet cheeks,” Lloyd taunts. “Lloyd fucking Hansen.” He kicks the man, laughing as you scream for the first time. “Oh, so you can scream.”

“Y-ou shot him,” you blink at Lloyd. “Why? He wanted to make your job easier.”

“My job,” Lloyd empathizes. “It was my job to kill you. That piece of shit of a boyfriend hired a loser like that to replace me.” He kicks the man again. “You cannot kill my prey!”

“Please stop!” you sniffle. “You don’t have to be cruel.”

“That piece of shit wanted to kill you and you want me to go easy on him?” Lloyd kicks the whining man again. It’s only a matter of time before he bleeds out. “We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. What will it be, pumpkin?”

“Easy—” the man wheezes. He clutches his side while staring at you. “He said it’s easy money. Go in. Make it look like an accident and go out. I didn’t know he hired you too…”

“Well, you just tried to steal my kill so…” Lloyd aims his gun at the man’s head. “You will tell me everything about your client and where I can find him. Make my job easier and I’ll let you go.”

“At his new girl’s home,” the man splutters. “He wanted us to meet up at the park close to her home at midnight after the job here is done.”

“Good boy,” you cover your mouth when Lloyd shoots the man in the head. He doesn't see his end coming and falls to the ground, a stunned expression on his face.

You stare at Lloyd and his gun, scrambling away because you know, he must kill you now too. Your heart races and you try to swallow the bad taste in your mouth.

“FUCK!” Lloyd stomps his foot. “Fuuuck!” He growls in your direction while you try to crawl around the counter. 

Lloyd takes a few deep breaths. He tries to calm down and think about his next steps. While you press your back to the counter and close your eyes to count to ten, Lloyd secures his gun.

“Sunshine, get up,” he snaps his fingers. “Hurry, we don’t have all day.” You gasp when he suddenly stands in front of you. At least he tugs his gun away to hold out his hand for you.  “We need to pack a few things. I don’t know how many incompetent idiots your boyfriend hired.”

You blink.

“Chop, chop sunshine. I need to get you out of here. I won’t let anyone steal my kill,” he grabs you by your arms and brings you to your feet. “Light package, sweet cheeks.”

He guides you out of the kitchen and upstairs, telling you to pack a few things. 

Lloyd gives you twenty minutes before he drags you out of your house, two suitcases and one duffle bag in his arms. He mutters under his breath on his way toward his car. A pretentious black SUV. 

“Get inside, shut your mouth, and don’t make me shoot you. I need to make a few calls on our way home.”

He throws your luggage into the trunk, still muttering as you slip inside the passenger seat. 

You dare not breathe when he opens the door and claims the driver’s seat.

“We will talk about a few rules on our way…”

Part 3

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[xcaptain-winterx]

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

Superstar

dad!Lloyd Hansen x sunshine

summary: LJ’s first birthday

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

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

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Best husband.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lloyd!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sunshine, that’s mean”

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

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

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

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

It seems like Lloyd finally gets some attention from you.

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

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

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

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

“Maaaaa” LJ says, giving a lopsided grin.

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

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

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

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

“Which she won’t”

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

“Lloyd”

“Yeah, you’re right, no weapons”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He has 104 F-“

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

“They only have one dr-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm, what do you say, junior?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Perhaps we should change your meal plan”

“Don’t pout”

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

“Don’t kick your legs!”

“Stop that, Lloyd Junior!”

“I have shit on my hand!”

“Ahhhh!”

“Don’t laugh, junior!”

“I’m gonna throw up”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready to celebrate your birthday, Superstar?”

LJ claps his hands and wiggles in excitement.

“Mama!”

Lloyd groans.

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hiiii baby!!!!! can i request, lloyd hansen X f!reader and he just has a soft spot for reader.

hi honey!:) I hope you like this, I wrote it on my phone hahah.

summary - lloyd has a soft spot for you.

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

Lloyd couldn’t help it, anytime he walked into the room and saw you. It felt as though his day brightened, Lloyd is the man that hates everyone, but you. He couldn’t hate you and he couldn’t understand why.

“L—Lloyd…” You chew on your bottom, rocking on the heels of your feet as you look down at the god-like man. You feel your heart launch into your throat as he looks up at you with a raised brow.

“Yes, Sunshine?” You feel your cheeks heat up and you gently shove his favourite coffee his way.

“I thought you’d need it… Since the mission didn’t go as planned…” You widen your eyes and pout slightly, causing Lloyd to shuffle, feeling his heart melt at the sight of you.

His large hand reaches up and wraps around yours as he grabs the cup. A smirk appears on his face when you shy away, eyes becoming wider. “Thank you, Sunshine. That’s very sweet of you.” He brings the cup to his lips and takes a sip, humming. “Why don’t you go take a break, you’ve been working so hard.”

“O—okay, thank you!” You quickly scurry away, never having someone treat you so nice before.

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Mustache Ride » Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Husband!Lloyd Hansen x Wife!Reader

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

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

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

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lloyd…” You moaned more in a gasp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cum for me, pumpkin.” He says.

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

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

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

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No Promises (3)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

I Left You Something On The Body (see previous or LH Masterlist)

Summary: You and Lloyd take to leaving consolation prizes for whichever one of you 'loses.' It...escalates delightfully.

Warnings for DARKFIC. Language; descriptions of sexual situations, toys, various paraphernalia. Smut-adjacent (masturbation). MINORS DNI. I have plenty else for you on my Light Masterlist, but this is not for you! WC 982

And you do; you let Lloyd have several open contracts after the keycard incident.

Sometimes you wonder about the man providing the most fun you’ve had in years, but mostly, you relax in a noisy city high-rise with a spectacular view. A small vacation between assassinations. You drop off the network for a month or so, picking up a straight-forward job nearby, and then show up at the target’s house to find him already dead.

Pinched onto the body, overtop a blood-soaked button-down, are golden nipple clamps.

You snort in disbelief.

The sick bastard, he’s really wooing you now.

A thin chain between the clamps sports a tied tag.

To: The Cobalt Cunt

You let out a dreamy sigh, the little tingle in your mind of possibly fucking (with) him again vibrating to life. You even miss him in a weird way.

On the reverse of the tag, it reads, “not safe for lace.”

It’s on obviously and more fun than you ever imagined. At some point, you can’t tell if you two are letting each other get places first on not. The money is, oddly, totally irrelevant, and your career takes on a renewed joy.

Lloyd claims a target. You show up, kill them, and drop off an intricately-packaged Gucci jock strap with “Eat Me” embroidered at the back of the waistband, right above his asshole.

For good measure—and to remind him what he’s missing—you add a spritz of your perfume to the cup.

That’s where you want to be nestled, it implies. That’s where you belong, right against his dick.

Sadly, the next ‘surprise’ takes a while as you two are not after the same jobs. There’s plenty of work to go around till you find an oblong box wrapped in brown paper on the armchair ten feet from an enormous bloodstain.

 With an empty scotch glass and a crumb-covered plate beside it, you know Lloyd’s been trolling for your attention. His snacky, sweet-tooth is somewhat notorious.

Your inconspicuous, purposefully plain gift waits patiently, the soft whipped cream of a strawberry shortcake dripping down its serving stand.

There’s no rush though, and you make a little ritual of opening it to reveal a beautiful dildo with golden speckles throughout the silicone molding. It is absolutely from a cast of Lloyd; you’d know that curve anywhere.

If that’s as close as you can get? Fine by you…

The rest of him barely participated before anyway.

Geneva.

Lloyd’s pissed and tired after the flight. Suzanne is the fucking worst and made him repeat the plan three times because her pea-brain is as sharp as a limp dick.

He dances down the plane steps, noticing a welcome party that is not his people. One sunglasses-clad, black-suited fellow walks up to Lloyd with an enormous gift basket.

It’s so goddamn pink Lloyd recoils and squints his eyes.

Good christ, it’s hideous. He loves it in a sick way.

Pink cellophane, fuzzy pink handcuffs, a sparkling fuchsia cock ring, rose gold anal beads with pesto-colored rope connecting them, and strawberry flavored lube.

Mood restored, Lloyd chuckles, turning on his heel to get back on the plane.

He’s going home. He has toys to play with.

He doesn’t bother to explain shit to Suzanne. One of these days, he’s just going to pop her for free.

This one doesn’t coincide with a job at all, but that’s what makes it all the sweeter to you.

Delivered to the place you’re staying for the week is an adorable, yellow stuffed rabbit with a pull-cord. Across its tummy is 'sunshine' in cursive letters.

You honest-to-god squeal in delight as you listen to each of the five custom recordings programed in.

Lloyd tuts then says “should have sized up my ring, you cock-drunk whore,” a deep gasp and a squelch punctuates the end.

Oh boy. It’s Christmas in July. Happy you!

You fake your own shocked gasp at the second soundbite.

“Know you don’t taste like fucking strawberries,“ he grunts before bitterly adding, “but I’ll take one for the team and eat that pussy any day.”

Third: “Bet I was the best you ever had, even when I wasn’t awake, you poor thing. So needy…”

Fourth: “How hard did you come, Sunshine? Be honest.” He laughs like the cat who got the cream to end that one.

Finally, the last of the pulls is just the slapping noise of him jerking off and finishing with a deep moan.

Now, at least, you know what Lloyd sounds like when he comes.

Utterly self-satisfied, Lloyd goes about his life of luxury.

He’ll be damned if he’s going to break and go to you. Fuck that. The thrill of this taco-and-hotdog game is worth it anyway.

He still works, and not every job revolves around you.

For one such fulfilled contract, he’s being paid in artwork and has the delivery men bring in the large framed canvas to uncover in his current villa’s sitting room.

The expectation is a well-known portrait.

It’s a painting alright, but it’s…very modern.

Lloyd crosses his arms over his chest and smothers a proud grin.

The torso and open legs of you stretch out facing the viewer, gold leaf embossed nipple clamps and their chains dangle over your stomach, and the blunt end of a golden dildo sits nestled in your cunt. There are brush strokes and paint visibly raised from the surface.

He wonders whether it was done from a photo or whether you sat there, bare, for some artist to reference for hours, maybe even days.

Lloyd had a spot in mind for his real payment, but this will do nicely. He’s quite pleased with the view. It shall go over the mantle in the bedroom, and he shall fuck whoever he wants—his fist included—while staring right at it.

The half dozen or so other people in the villa’s great room who can all see the painting don’t say a fucking word.

How the hell is he supposed to top this?

A/N: Full disclosure, I'm pretty sure this is the funniest thing I'll ever write, and I'm okay with that. I can't stop laughing 🤣🤣🤣

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