#llyod Hansen fanfiction

[shininglikeyoursmile]

Secret meet up 💟💟💟

Part 3 All of the time

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Summary: Lloyd sees you for the first time , and damn if he's persistent to not make the only meet up he wishes to make .

Part 1 when I see you smile

Part 2 wishing the dandelions

Word count: around 550

A/n : This is a little series I am starting ,it is a little snippet from the chapter . LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOVELY. ❤ No beta read . All mistakes are my own!

Warning : None for this chapter, soft! Lloyd 🥺🥺🥺Soft Lloyd?! Yup.

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It's a week and two days after the incident at the Cafe , you are strolling in the streets with your thoughts and music . The headset blocks off the outer world or rather lets you see it through your eyes when you don't need to think much . You suddenly collide with somebody and stumble backwards.

Taking off your headset you apologise and look up at the stranger ,"sorry I wasn't paying attention " you meekly reply . The man gives a soft smile and shrugs ,"No worries cupcake " comes his soft voice and you find yourself melting. You nod and smile back a little ."But you gotta do something for me and it will compensate for the damage" he grins and gestures at the ground.

There are flowers scattered on the ground, he had bought a bouquet for someone and now it's ruined. "It's for someone special, would it be okay if you help me to pick the flowers for the bouquet?" he asks with a curious look. "I guess I can do that, " you reply with a smile .

He runs his fingers through his hair although his fashion taste in facial hair is a little different but it suits him , only few people can pull it off and this man does it well, so well. He gestures for you to move before him and the little gesture makes blood rush to your cheeks .

The bouquet store seems fashionably expensive, but hey you are not here to buy , you are here to help the man . An old woman comes up behind the counter and asks what she could do for you. You glance at your company, and he offers his hand which you take a little nervously. He guides you to the place where the flowers are .

His touch is soft, his hand fits in yours and he's handsome you can't deny that. "So which one, petite lune?" He says and the term of endearment is like honey on your tongue which makes butterflies dance in your tummy, even though you don't know its meaning. You point to different flowers , two or three from each group of them . Jasmine, roses , lilies , and many more , some of them and you have never seen them , they smell really good too. The old lady soon makes a bouquet of your choice and it's beautiful. You take it from her and inhale softly, the scent is refreshing and it makes you feel like you are standing in a garden.

"It's beautiful! " you exclaim to no one in particular. "You like it ?" he asks with a sparkly gaze . "I love it! " you say cheerily. "Just let me pay for them and I'll be right back ! "he smiles and goes to the door which leads to the Counter . You nod and look around the shop .

Lloyd, he told you his name when he took your hand earlier to bring you here , is nice , quite a gentleman , you think. After a good five minutes you go to the payment counter and find nobody. Where did he go? you think.

"Excuse me ! Where is he ?" You ask the old lady and she smiles a little "oh ! he left but he asked me to give it to you " the woman says and hands you a pink card . You take it from her and read :

'Hey Pumpkin! I understand the earlier flowers were not a good choice but I hope you like these ones"- L

The other side reads your name and then it all dawns on you . Oh!

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Lloyd Drabble

You didn’t even hear Lloyd come home until you felt him wrap his arms around your waist. You were a little startled until he gave you a tender kiss on the top of your head and held you close to him while inhaling your wonderful aroma. As you turn to face him while still in his grasp, your palm gently touches his cheek and you make eye contact with him. "What's wrong, my love?"

Lloyd sighs, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Nothing, Sunshine. I just missed you.” His tenderness makes you melt from the inside out, pulling your body closer to him. As you kiss him and smile while enjoying the tickle of his mustache. He breaks from the kiss and looks around, noting how quiet the house is in comparison to typical loudness.

He was about to question you to inquire as to where your daughter was, but you beat him to it. You look at the time, "Lilly is out with the babysitter until Four, which means we'll have the house to ourselves for two hours" You raised an eyebrow and offered him a suggested smirk.

“Oh, is that true? Does my little wifey want some attention?" he asked with a smirk. Someone interrupted you just as you were ready to respond. Lloyd briefly grins at you before lowering his sight to your protruding belly.

“I'm sorry, is my little bean feeling left out?" He rests his ear on your abdomen and feels the baby kick. You both simultaneously exclaimed "Ow!" Lloyd points a finger at your belly “Little bean, please stop kicking your mother so forcefully” He massaged your belly and then kissed it before speaking, "Daddy loves you and can't wait to meet you soon, but right now I need to take care of Mommy," he stood up.

“Now Mrs. Hansen, we have two hours alone. So would you like to be treated like my slutty pregnant housewife?" he pulls you close and you can feel the wetness pool in your panties. " I'd thought you'd never asked Mr. Hansen" You pulled him down for a passionate yet hungry kiss. That night you needed the sitter to keep Lilly out a little longer.

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You can run but you can’t hide: Chapter 1: Soulmate

(Soft!Dark! Soulmate AU)

Summary: Lloyd Hansen had been told from a young age that he’ll one day find his other half. What they didn’t tell him was that not everyone was as excited as him to find their other half.

Soft!Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings for the series: noncon/dubcon, rape? just to make sure, age gap, manipulation, sex used as punishment? edging? soft!dark! gonna give you whiplash, forced breeding, breeding kink, language, violence, blood, past abusive/toxic relationship

Warnings for this chapter: language, allusion to past toxic/abusive relationship

A/N: Buckle up, that’s all I have to say. This chapter is a short one.

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Chapter 1: Soulmate

Soulmate.

What’s a soulmate?

Someone who you’re destined to be with. Someone who completes you. Bullshit. Complete and utter bullshit. I don’t need a soulmate to complete me or for them to control me. My mother was better off without one. 

My mother’s soulmate, my father, they were in love-wait no, my mom was in love. She would have done anything for him and she did, she still wasn’t enough in his eyes. 

Yeah, I wish never to meet my soulmate. I’ve seen firsthand what a soulmate can do to you, the person who’s supposed to “love and protect you”. What my parents had would never be love. 

That’s why when I had the chance I fled and never looked back, now 5 years later, I’m happy as can be. I’m alone and happy.

I just have to move to a new town since I've been here for 7 months already. That's not what I normally do, usually, I stay for about 5 months and then on to the next town since it’s unlikely to meet your soulmate or anyone when you just go to 3 places-hotel, a job, a store. It’s been the perfect set-up for the past 5 years. 

I don’t have much stuff, so that makes it easier to move from place to place. I’m still packing everything inside my car. 

“Just you, me, and the open road”, I tapped the roof of my car after putting the last of my things inside. I never felt anything during any moves before but this time I felt my heart beating abnormally fast, fear maybe? but of what I don’t know.    

Getting inside the car, I take a deep breath before starting the engine. What type of job would I find this time? bartender? waitress? A dog sitter?  Hopefully my boss this time isn’t a perverted asshole, god just thinking about my time working at the retail store makes my skin crawl. I need to listen to some music.

The sound of Love Her Madly by The Doors playing filled the air in the car.

Don’t you love her madly?

Wanna be her daddy?

Don’t you love her face?

Don’t you love her as she walkin' out the door? 

Like she did one thousand times before

I hope she got out of there alive, that is if his love hadn’t killed her already. He was the reason I left not her but that was the price to pay, either I stayed and get punished or run away and survive. I felt the cool air cares my skin as I rolled down my window. The smell of fresh air, sweet sweet freedom.

«5 hours later»

Welcome to Âme soeur

French, huh? That's weird, I had no idea that there were little French towns. I should look up the meaning of it. I should make a rest stop, I've been driving for hours and I feel like sleeping. So I guess Âme soeur it is. Now time to find a motel but it doesn’t look like there are any buildings close by. It looks completely abandoned. Ghostown. Spooky. 

Ahh…finally a motel. Not the best looking but it's a motel what do you expect? Getting out of the car, the air felt different, heavy. After locking the car, I made my way to the front desk. A girl wearing the motel uniform sat at the front desk. She had charcoal-colored hair and the dullest blue I'd ever seen. A wall of room keys was behind her.

“Hello, do you have a room available?”, I asked. She just stared at me, like she was trying to figure me out. 

“We just have one available”, she plainly said typing away on the computer. She truly looked like she’d rather be anywhere else. “Ok, I’ll take it”, I smiled. She turned to get my room key, and that's when I saw it, for a split sec, a mark on the back of her neck but she turned back just as quickly. Weird. She handed me the room key. As took the room key, she stayed silent. I left with a quick “bye”, I got to my car and opened the trunk to get my things out. I felt goosebumps on the back of my neck, and my bag fell from my hand as I touched the back of my neck. I looked around but shook it off and picked up my bag and the air felt somehow heavier than before. I looked for my room key to see the room number. My heart stopped. 

Room 222.

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Lloyd Hansen

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The fic went from me wanting to slap Lloyd to me wanting to kiss Lloyd🥰

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Home Again

Pairing: Dani Miranda x FemReader; Y/N is also goes by Love, a personal nickname for her and Dani only.

Summary: Welcoming Dani home from her mission with Six

Warning: Spoilers for the movie, The Gray Man. Some nudity, kinda smutty, but more so suggestive.

Length: Long as hell, sorry, kinda ;)

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You sat at the kitchen counter of your flat in London. Fingers skating across your keyboard as you read over some documents from work, sipping from your mug, when you heard the lock turning. 

Jumping up off of the stool, you knew it could only be one person. 

You go to meet her as the door opens, and find her with scars on her face. Still in her tactical gear. 

“Dani-” you whimpered. She walked in, closed the door, and hugged you. 

“I’m sorry to drop by like-” she gestured at herself, “Like this, I had to see you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and took her hands in yours, “Wh-what happened?”

“It’s a long story, Love,” she said, cupping your face. “Like I said, I just needed to see you after everything that happened.”

You stared into her eyes, as her thumbs began to rub your cheeks. You could smell the gunpowder on her and feel the callouses on her thumbs from the night she had. You laid your hands on top of hers, gently removing them, “Let’s get you into the bath, okay?”

Then she smiled for the first time since walking into your flat. You held her hand as you led her to your bathroom. 

There you filled up the tub with bubble bath and epsom salt, leaving Dani to decide how warm she wanted the water to be. While you went through your clothes, finding clothes for Dani and yourself. 

“Y/n,” she called. “Will you come join me?” Even after two years, you could still feel heat rush to your cheeks when she asked you. 

You scooped up the clothes and walked into the bathroom. Dropping the clothes on the counter, you looked at Dani in the corner. She had stripped down to her bra and underwear. Folding her clothes into a neat pile to deal with later. 

You turned to the cabinet, and crouched down to take out anything Dani could need so you could patch her up. 

You felt her fingertips push past your layers of clothing to touch your hips, as you continued to lay everything out. “Love, let’s get these off of you.” You followed her hand as she turned you around, gently shrugging off your cardigan, her eyes never leaving yours. 

You went to pull your shirt off, she gently moved your hand, doing so for you. Shirt in hand, she cupped your cheek as her eyes flitted over your chest. Your cheeks heated up again. “Don’t be shy, Love. I’ve been gone so long, I’ve almost forgotten how pretty you are. M-may I?”

You knew what she was asking and wordlessly, you nodded. You missed her, and the fact that she missed you made you fall for her again. 

 She leaned in, and started kissing your neck, causing you to let out a whimper. “Mmm, Love, ” she hummed. “Missed you so much. I’ll take my time later, promise.”

As she kept kissing your neck, her hands made their way to your shorts. Unbuttoning them, she pushed them down your legs taking your underwear with them. You slid off your slippers, and stepped out of the pile of clothes. 

Your head rolled back, as Dani’s movements became more wanting. “Dani, let’s clean you up.”

Her lips smacked as she planted one last kiss to your neck. Taking the hair tie off your wrist, you cupped Dani’s rosy cheeks, before reaching back and pulling her hair into a ponytail leaving her bangs out. 

Staring at her face, you couldn’t stop your fingers from brushing over the bruises and marks on her face. Being as gentle as possible, to prevent any more pain. “Do they hurt?”

“A little, they were worse earlier.”

“What happened?”

“I got caught up in helping - a friend.”

“Let’s get in and you can tell me more,” you said. She nodded, letting you reach behind her and unclasp her bra as she wrapped her arms around your neck, staring at you as you finished undressing her. 

“You’re staring again,” you said as you pushed her underwear down. 

“Like I said, I almost forgot how pretty you were. I don’t want to make that mistake again, Love.” 

“Alright, in you go,” you said lightly patting her bottom. She smirked and followed your instructions. 

You stepped into the tub behind, the water was still very warm. Dani, can practically read your mind. “I made it boiling hot. We’ve never been able to get in and out of a bath on time.” You let out a laugh. She was right, you could only count the number of times you had taken too long getting undressed in the past just for the water to be cold as ice when trying to get in. 

“How are you feeling, Hun?”

She hummed, “Good, thank you for this.” 

“Let me know if the soap stings.” You took the washcloth adding soap and started to wash her back. She leaned forward, hugging her legs to her chest. You spent minutes on her back. Getting any dried blood off of her and checking for bruises to treat once she was dried off. You passed the washcloth to her, and she unwrapped herself cleaning the rest of her body while you cleaned yours. “Let me know when you’re ready to stand up.”

After some time she responds, “Will you help me up, Love?” Wordlessly, you hoist both of your bodies up, letting the water out of the tub and switching on the shower. You’re holding her under the shower head, watching as the water cascades over her. You reach behind her and grab the shampoo. 

“Step towards me, Dani.” She does, her eyes still closed. You turned her around and massaged her hair with the shampoo. The dirt and sweat falling to the tub as you rinsed the day before away.

After shampooing and conditioning her hair, you moved both your bodies under the running water. Finally rinsing yourself off. When you were both clean, you led her out of the shower and wrapped her body in a towel. She jumped on the counter and watched as you wrapped yourself up. 

“Love?” You looked at her, and raised an eyebrow silently urging her to go on. “Which one is mine?”

“The stack with the black sweatpants. But, please, let’s put some ointment and icy/hot on you first.”

She laughed, “Okay, Love.” Grabbing the ointment, you walked over to her and stood between her legs. Dani brought her fingers to your face, letting them skate across your features as you patched her up.

When you get to her nose, she flinches a little. “Did I--”

“No, no you’re fine. It hurts from earlier.”

“Please, stop me if that happens again.” She looked as worry crossed your face. 

“I will, promise.” You kept working, being as gentle as you could. 

“Hun, I need to put some stuff on your back and we’ll be done.”

She jumped off the counter, and dropped the towel.  Dani had always been proud of her body, and when it came to your relationship she was never afraid to flaunt it in front of you. 

She slightly turned her head, looking back at you, “Now who’s staring, Love?”

“I’m no better than the men you work with.”

She scoffed, “You’re ten times better actually. You see me for more than my body.”

“How could anyone not?” You asked. 

“I love that.” You hummed as you rubbed the ointment in. “You don’t think like I do. Most men in my field would hate that, but it’s nice. You're my innocent girl. My innocent, caring, pretty girl.”

You blushed and cleared your throat. “I’m all done here. Are you hungry?” She nodded. “I’ll go make you something.” You kissed her shoulder and moved to dress yourself. “The blow dryer is in the cabinet. Just come to the kitchen when you’re done.”

“Love?” You stopped as you clasped your bra on. “I meant what I said. You're all those things to me.”

You smiled, “I know. I love you, Dani.” You felt her eyes on your chest again. “Dani,” you started to scold her. 

She laughed, “Well now, I’m looking just because. Besides, you know I love your tits.” You laughed, you knew a little too well actually. 

“I’m going to go cook now.” With that you threw your shirt on, grabbed the dirty laundry, and left Dani to finish getting ready. 

You knew of Dani’s line of work, but she never told you explicit details. “The less you know, the better.” That was her motto when it came to you. It was rare that she ever came to you like this. She never wanted you to worry about her, especially when she was on a mission. 

You instinctively went into the kitchen and made her a meal you only made on special occasions.  She only liked to eat it at your place, because according to her, only you made them right. Warm ham and cheese sandwiches with a side of barley soup. 

Thankfully, you made a batch of barley soup yesterday. It was fresh enough to reheat, so you put the leftovers in a pot to warm up properly and heated a skillet to grill the sandwich bread in. 

Pieces of butter were melting in the skillet as Dani came out of the bathroom. She moved past you letting her hand linger on your lower back as she grabbed cups and silverware to set up in the living room, leaving two plates and bowls down for you to plate the food. 

As you filled the bowls, you heard Dani flicking from channel to channel before settling on “The Nanny”. Grabbing the food, you joined her on the velvet couch. Watching silently as she dug into her food. Her head falling back at the taste of your barley soup. She hummed, “I missed this so much.” You smiled into your bowl as you tucked your legs beneath you and lost yourself in the show and Dani’s quiet company. 

It was strange to have her back after so long. The last time you saw her was almost four weeks ago. She stopped by in-between missions to celebrate your birthday. You had her for forty-eight hours all to yourself. She set out to do everything you wanted for your birthday. 

You guys had breakfast at a cafe you fell in love with. Curled up under a tree together while you read to her in the park. And that night you were sprawled out under her. 

She had rolled off of you and you held each other through the night. Until you woke up and found flowers and a note. Promising her return and to spend more time with you. 

It was bittersweet knowing she would most likely be gone in a day’s time. But you pushed those thoughts back as you admired her. Even bruised and beaten, Dani was still stunning and was able to rattle your cage of butterflies. 

 When the food was gone, Dani was sprawled out over your lap. Holding you down to the couch under her body. Her bruised beautiful face nuzzled against your stomach. 

"Dani?" She hummed. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

She looked up at you and moved to straddle your thighs, "Depends, what do you want to know?"

"How bad was it?" You had seen the news, everyone had. Prague on fire was pretty hard to miss after all.

"I have a meeting with some higher-ups, Carmichael, and Brewer. Not sure when, but I'll have to head off to Berlin Station for the meeting, and hope for the best." Her career meant everything to her. She had given up a lot for the agency and now it was hanging in the balance.

Your hands found her hips and rubbed tiny circles there. "They'll give you a heads up?"

"Maybe."

"Will you be back?" She hesitated. Shit.

"Y/n, I have a home and you do too."

"I know that but-" She kisses you to cut you off. Her soft lips molding against yours, gradually throwing you off track. 

She leaned back, "Good, now let me finish. How would you like to move to Berlin?"

You tapped her hip, and she continued, "I want to be closer to you in case anything happens. Here, we have a twelve hour distance between us. I figured it'd be better to ask you to move closer than if I could move in." She confessed.

You were awe struck by her. The proposition of moving or even her moving in could only mean a few things. You swallowed and asked, "Where is this all coming from?"

"I come back at all times of the day, when you least expect it and you never fuss or complain. You just take care of me, and we've been doing this back and forth thing for a few years now."

"Wouldn't I just be a distraction?" You asked. She shook her head no.

"I love my job, but you've been my home for so long now that I love you more. You don't have to give me an answer today. Just think about it and we'll go from there." You nodded your head and she took your face in your hands, titling your head back as she placed her lips on yours. Kissing you roughly, she bit your lip to coax your mouth open and you let her lead. Letting out a whimper as she gripped the hair on the back of your neck. 

"Now, Love, I hate to break it to you, but we got dressed for no good reason."

[trappedwriter]

Chapter 19 – Halloween Special 🎃

Content Warning, this is intended for people that are 18+ and this chapter includes swearing, ddlg themes, abdl themes, smut, mentions a knife, drugging, alcohol, murder, cannibalism, punishment. Let me know if I need to add more.

October 31st 2017

Jessica’s POV

As soon as I heard the birds chirping outside, I was awake. I sat up in my crib and impatiently waited for them to come get me. I must have waited for what felt like hours, but eventually dada came into my room “good morning sunshine.” He greeted me with a groggy voice. Excitedly I yelled back, “GOOD MORNING DADA, It’s Halloween!” I bounced up and down in my crib. Dada isn’t much of a morning person, but I did manage to get a giggle out from him. “Indeed, it is little one, why don’t we get you up and ready, big day today.”

When I was finally changed, we headed to the kitchen where Daddy was already preparing our breakfast. I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. “Good morning princess, are you excited about today?” He picked me up and placed me in my highchair. Daddy put down a bowl of cheerio’s in front of me and put a bib around my neck. “Of course, daddy, I gets to dress ups and has lots of candy and scare people with my scary costume. It’s gonna be EPIC.” “Scary costume? I thought you wanted to be a princess?” I dropped my spoon into my cereal, causing a little splash of milk to fall. “A princess? Um no daddy, I’m gonna be like our victims. All bloody and lots of cuts and bruises. Why would I wanna be a princess, I’m always one anyway.” Completely shocked daddy’s mouth was wide open. This wasn’t a part of their plan. A couple of days ago, we talked about what we wanted to be, daddies opted to keep theirs a secret, but they wanted to keep me cute and adorable. A princess outfit was brought up multiple times. I simply nodded not wanting to get into trouble. Clearing his throat, dada responded “why don’t we eat breakfast first before it gets cold.” I looked up at him confused. It’s cereal, it’s supposed to be cold. ——

I ran into my room as fast as possible to pick out a good outfit. Daddy wasn’t long after me. “I wanna wear this and be covered in blood.” I say pointing out to my favourite summer dress, the one I wore on me and daddy’s first date. He crouched down to look at me eye to eye. “Listen princess…” he said sternly. Immediately I knew where this was going and decided to throw a fit. I wanted to be one of our victims and that’s final. Daddy wasn’t impressed with my fit and gave me a red bottom and a timeout. Time out ended up with me falling asleep. I swear daddy gotta stop putting sleepy milk into my cereal.

4 hours later:

Dada came and got me from timeout, “Compromise honey, that’s all I’m asking.” Sighing I let him carry me into the living room. I gasped as soon as I saw everything. The place was completely decked out in decorations. It looked amazing. There were skulls on the dining room table along with cut up fingers and other body parts scattered throughout the room. They did an amazing job making the place look super scary. Placing me down on the ground, I went to go explore and admire their handy work. Daddy came over and placed a snack in front of me. It was melon eyeballs, heart shaped strawberries and mummy hotdogs. He even added ketchup to look like blood. “Daddy?” “Yes honey.” “I’m sorry for throwing a fit.” “It’s okay, just eat up sweetie, soon it’ll be time to go trick or treating.”

Daddy didn’t need to tell me twice. I practically inhaled my snack before going back to my room to compromise on my costume. I came out holding a pretty princess dress. Daddy was thoroughly impressed. We got dressed into our costumes. Daddy was dressed up in his surgical outfit. Sure, it was covered in blood, but it wasn’t scary. Dada went for a more non scary traditional look, a vampire. He claimed that he was just too sexy to be scary. I disagree, I’ve seen him scary. Brutally attacking and hurting… what was her name again. Oh yeah, Bunny. Thankfully she’s too tired to come out and play. Can’t have her ruining things. She might not want to be a part of the family anymore, but I do.

We were just about to head out. I headed to the kitchen and grabbed the biggest knife ever. Daddy was just about to yell at me before I said “compromise.” He turned his head and glared at dada, who went complete red in the face. “Now sweetie, you know the rules?” “Yes daddy, Rule number one, don’t run away. Rule two, only speak when spoken to. Rule three, look cute and adorable.” I let out a giggle with the last one. Both Daddy and Dada did too. ——

We hit up the hot spots, I mean there wasn’t really anywhere to go. The lake had become a very popular tourist destination. Lots of families came and left, some unfortunately met my daddies and didn’t leave at all. But at least most cabins were occupied. We went to the grocery & gun store. We made our way over to some of daddies friend’s houses, Marc was impressed with my costume and gave me an extra-large handful and some money. Sarah and Sam were health freaks, they gave me nuts, apples and one piece of candy. I still thanked them, but I poured the rabbit food into Dada’s basket maybe he could give them to Bunny. Thankfully I had a full basket of goodies before heading home.

The last house on the tour was Dada’s old house. A bunch of young girls came up to celebrate Halloween week. I looked at my daddies, once I got the approval, I knocked. The door was flung open. A brunette was standing there in the skimpiest outfit. “Trick or treat.” The girl was taken back. Maybe it was the alcohol. “Oh, I’m sorry, I don’t have anything. Aren’t you a little old to be trick or treating?” Daddy stepped in and answered, “She has developmental issues, she looks like she 8/9 but she’s really like 4.” The girl took in his words and immediately changed her tone. “Well don’t you look adorable, I’m sure your…” “Daddies.” Said dada. “I’m sure Daddies are super-duper proud of you. You look so adorable.” I thanked her and she let out a little aww.

Daddies did the talking and invited the girls over to our party. They were in awe when they saw how we decorated the house. Stepping inside further, they didn’t hear the front door being locked. They were complimenting daddies on their work. Dada offered the girls a drink which they gladly accepted. I sat on the couch and started to count my candy. Daddy came over and kissed my forehead “don’t be eating any of that until after.” I wanted to argue but I didn’t cause I knew Daddy would send me to my room and I didn’t want to miss out on the fun.

Drinks in hand, the girls started to completely flirt with my daddies. One of them caressed Daddy’s chest. Another placed a hand on Dada’s boy part. He didn’t flinch or move her hand. This went on for a while. I had moved onto colouring in my new colouring book. It was spooky themed. That was until a red head, drunkenly pointed out the decorations “Wow these look amazing, they almost look real.” She exclaimed. “That’s because they are.” Said daddy. The girls laughed thinking he was joking. Daddy doesn’t like it when people don’t take him seriously. “What’s so funny?” He asked. The brunette responded “these can’t be real, where would you even find them. Doubt eBay or Amazon would sell them.” Daddies looked at each other. The girls started to get nervous. Dada finally moved the girls hand “well, we normally don’t eat the eyes or fingers. They go to the bears and other animals. And there’s been plenty of innocent people wander around our property.” He said walking towards them. “Just one wrong move and then… BAM!” The girls jumped but laughed when dada had a big smile on his face.

Knowing where this was going, I tided up my stuff, I grabbed my knife and headed over to daddy. I handed him the knife and got a kiss on the lips as a thank you. The girls looked disgusted and confused. Daddy reached around and handed me a smaller and less scary knife “you’ve been such a good girl today honey, do you want to make the first move?” Without hesitation, I lunged towards the brunette. Stabbing her with my knife into her tummy. The other girls screamed but my daddies were soon on them, and their screams and cries stopped, eventually. The living room was quiet, four girls lay on the ground, bloody and dead. I handed daddy my knife and let out a big yawn. Today was exhausting. Picking up on my sleepiness, Daddies brought me into my room. Obviously making sure they were definitely dead. They quickly got me changed, my bloody princess dress thrown into the hall to be washed.

They placed me down in my crib. “Thank you, Daddy and Dada, for the best Halloween ever.” “You’re welcome pumpkin.” Said dada. “You better get to sleep little one, lots of candy to be eaten tomorrow.” Said daddy. Before closing my eyes, I asked “can we have your famous spaghetti and meatballs for lunch tomorrow?” “Of course, little one, I’m sure we’ll have them ready for you by then.” Said daddy softly. They placed a kiss on my forehead before leaving. I turned over and fell asleep feeling loved and part of the family.

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Mark the Calendar

A/N: Back to writing Chris Evans x Reader? After like probably over a year of nothing, ya girl’s back to this fandom. Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader Word count: 1,936 words Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst but honestly like it’s really nothing, pregnancy since I’ve seen recently that some people don’t like pregnancy stories. Summary: Y/N thought pregnancy would be great, since that’s what it’s supposed to be, right? Wrong. It’s anything but enjoyable, and brings more pain thank joy. After months of keeping it to herself, she finally opens up.

You thought pregnancy was a dream. Ya know, like how the movies and books make it out to be? How magical it is to have a growing human inside you, the glowing essence of your skin, the sex drive?

Well, anyone who wrote anything like that could go ahead and suck your dick. Because pregnancy sucked.

Pregnancy was not being able to sleep at night, then waking up the next day early in the morning to run to the bathroom and throw up, making you hungry, then not being able to eat because the taste of your own vomit was still lingering in your mouth.

Pregnancy was the inability to walk longer than maybe twenty feet without feeling exhausted, and your feet screaming in pain like they were in some unknown, late stage of arthritis. It was also not being able to wear anything besides Birkenstocks and really ugly tennis shoes.

Pregnancy was hunting on the internet for hours trying to find maternity clothes that didn’t look like the patterns came from your grandma’s couch. It was then finding a shop or two, and them being out of everything in your size. Great.

However, your dearest fiancee Christopher seemed sometimes oblivious in such a blissful way as he constantly adored your body and you. Sometimes it made you feel better when he constantly compliment how he thought you were glowing, or how he loved your figure with a bump. Sometimes, you wanted to rip his teeth out too.

But at least he was sweet about it all and trying his damn hardest. Like propping your feet up every night on the couch and rubbing them for as long as your heart desired, AKA when it become annoying and you kicked his hands away. Or at night when he would talk to the baby which helped you fall asleep, unless you were actually exhausted and it would bother you so you would throw some insult that was too immature to do any actual harm.

Tonight was no different in the usual chain of events, except that you were in a bad mood for whatever given reason. You were sure it was just hormones, because even after Chris ordered out your favorite food from your favorite restaurant, turned on the show you wanted to watch, let you binge on your favorite flavor of ice cream with brownies, and finally rubbed your feet, you were still angry. You weren’t sure at what, but you were going to find out.

The feet rubbing at this point was becoming obnoxious, so you kicked his hands away like usual, but his face was intently focused on the TV, so they absentmindedly went back to their practice and you grumbled, which he did not hear. You kicked away again, he went back.

Why did men just- why did men breath sometimes?

“Could you not?” You finally said, aggressively pulling your feet towards you. Was your reaction a bit over the top, maybe uncalled for? Sure, but you were an angry pregnant woman with a baby daddy who wouldn’t listen sometimes (the nicknames your friends endearingly, or not, gave him when you got pregnant before you were even engaged).

“Hm?” He looked over at you, again, oblivious. You gave a loud and melodramatic sigh, leaning your head back with the eye roll of the century.

“Can you not take a hint?” You asked next, a little venom spat through your voice, “Ya know, context clues much?” His face grew into a healthy mixture of confused, concerned and scared.

“I’m just- what did I do wrong?” He asked genuinely.

“I don’t know, why don’t you figure that out?” You said with a final sigh of being over the human race of males in general, placing your feet firmly on the group, then getting up with a bit of a struggle but figuring it out and walking away with arms crossed.

Chris was left- confused, to say the least. He stared at your figure walking up the stairs until you disappeared behind a wall and he still stared. What _had_ he done wrong? I mean, he did the whole thing right, right? The whole your favorite everything, rubbing your feet, he was being a good fiancee/dad?

Or was he? He began tracking every step, every damn breath he had taken all day trying to calculate where the hell he messed up. I mean, you could be a mad pregnant women because of hormones, but he must have set you off somehow, some way.

Meanwhile you were in the bedroom with a book that wasn’t interesting enough for right now. What you would do for one of those poorly written romance novels with an interesting enough plot, not the Pulitzer prize winning book that sat on your lap. You huffed in frustration, instead going to Amazon to order one, hoping two day shipping would actually turn into one if you just hoped enough.

Was Chris scared to go upstairs? Yes, of course he was. Did he do it anyway? Reluctantly, yes. You weren’t a monster, of course you weren’t, but what you were was an upset and a hurting mama that he needed to figure out how to cool down.

You were pushing livid when you heard the door creak open, and saw a fraction of Chris’ figure standing there, in-between the trim and now partly opened door. But as he slowly stepped in, quietly and carefully closing the door behind him, your heart melted at his genuinely concerned face, in such a sweet way. It was hard to ignore the man who has such a tender aura to him, and damn that loose strand that feel from his neatly kept fluffy hair made him look at least five times sexier than when it was pushed back. You took a deep gulp and a sigh, your face melting from a tense pit of anger into a more disappointed canvas. Not that you were disappointed at him, it was all aimed at yourself and your lack of ability to actually act like a cohesive person sometimes.

“You alright?” He asked with such a sweet tone it made your heart pound a little faster. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, looking down to lace your fingers with one another and play with them out of habit when situations got awkward. “I didn’t mean to be so bitchy, really. I think my hormone levels are just through the roof today in the angry department.” He chuckled, sitting on the foot of the bed and rubbing your leg clothes with legging.

“It’s alright,” He softly smiled at you, those big blue eyes like a damn puppy dogs. You pouted a bit at how unfair it was of you to have such a handsome man all to yourself. “Really, I get it. You can’t control it, it’s okay.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have been so mean to you.”

“Hey, hon, let’s not forget the other half that got you into this.” He pointed to himself and you smiled a bit, causing his smile to grow even more. “Trust me, I can take the half-hearted insults.”

“Still,” You sighed, biting your lower lip a bit in nervousness at the words that would leave your mouth next. “Pregnancy has not been fun and I just- I want it to be over with.” He gave you an even more confused look, because somehow, you had yet in your seven months of this bullshit to have this conversation with him.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to, or that you didn’t find it important. You just knew it would be such a difficult one, because inevitably this was the same man that wanted four, five, six- a whole round up of kids. And you, well, you had really considered the thought, hoped on board for a while, and now that the ship was actually out to sea, you wanted to dock as soon as fucking possible.

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyeing your face for any non-verbal answers of what you meant, how you were feeling. 
“I mean that it’s just been painful for so many reasons. Physical, mental, everything. Everyone talks about how amazing it is to be pregnant, and how amazing woman feel and just- it’s not like that for me.” You mumbled the last part out of the fear lingering of somehow disappointing him.

Hell, he could back out right now if he wanted to. You weren’t married yet.

“I-“ He stopped for a second, looking away and towards the wall across from the bed as you patiently waited for an answer with bated breath, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I don’t know,” You admitted, going again to averting your gaze anywhere else but your partner’s eyes that stared at you. “I mean, you want a lot of kids and while I know I can physically do it, I’m not sure if mentally I can go again. And I would hate to disappoint you.”

“Disappointment me?” He gave a slightly comical tone and laugh, “Hon, if you want to have one kids, that’s perfectly fine with me. If you wanted zero, we could do that too.”

“Chris, I- I’m flattered, but I swear I’ll try my hardest if you want more, if you really do I-“

“Sweetheart, I’m not the one doing all the work here, am I?” He questioned, now motioning to your stomach that was growing by the day. “To think that I even remotely have a say in what happens with your body is astronomically wrong.”

“Still, partnership.”

“Yeah, but in this situation, it’s not 50/50. If you don’t want to carry more kids, then so be it, no more kids.”

Since finally opening up your shell about your true feelings, you and Chris had decided that for the lasting time in the third trimester it would be best if you went back to therapy (which you knew you had needed for a while) and also talk to a doctor more frequently about the really negative toll pregnancy was taking on you.

Long story short, it alleviated some of the extra pain.

Sure, your feet still hurt and the maternity clothes issue was far from fixed, but by the time you were rushed to the delivery room at seven am one Tuesday morning, your mental state was doing actually well. Until the pain started of course.

On a scale of 1 to 10 the pain was easily a 37. The epidural definitely did wonders, as you were finally able to actually feel relaxed a bit, Chris of course being the borderline obnoxious father who literally stood by you for hours and didn’t take your hand out of his unless you pulled yours away because it got to sweaty. And the push time was honestly not awful, it thankfully only took maybe half a dozen or so strong pushes before your baby boy was born.

As soon as you held your little one, you felt the feeling that is talked about in movies in books. The one where your entire body soars with warmth, overdoses on love, drowns in tenderness. This, this is what it felt like to be a mom.

“I think I want another.” You mumbled after just a few hours of your first born actually being born. Chris gave a chuckle. 
“This soon?” He asked, looking at you as he hovered over where you held the baby close to your body, “We have at least six weeks before we can do anything, ya know?”

“Then we better mark the calendar, hm?”

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Secret meet up 💟💟💟

Part 1 when I see you smile

Pairing : Lloyd hansen x female reader

Summary : Lloyd sees you for the first time , and damn if he's persistent to not make the only meet up he wishes to make .

Word count: around 400

A/n : This is a little series I am starting ,it is a little snippet from the chapter . LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOVELY. ❤ No beta read . All mistakes are my own!

WARNING: shooting ( gun ), fluff and feels , mild public violence , Llyod is a softie but only for his girl . 18+ONLY. More to be added eventually.

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Part 2

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(Moodboard made by me 💋)

It's like everything moves in slow motion when his gaze falls on you . Time stops and his eyes have their own mindset because they refuse to move to anyone,  anything,  anywhere but you .

You are all pretty, lost in your own thoughts while mindlessly sipping the Coffee. The headset covers your ears , which makes you more adorable and just oh so innocent. You are mouthing the lyrics of a song you're currently listening to, he notices when his gaze sweeps to your lips. Then you make a face while thinking about something and your lips break into a half smile and then you chuckle lightly and shake your head and he swears he can feel his heart beating so fast , faster than anytime he'd ever felt.

The loud crash breaks his little, and beautiful daydream and the reality hits in. The large floor to ceiling window shatters into pieces at the impact of a gunshot and then everybody is sweeping out hurriedly from the Cafe. Screaming and voices laced with fear across the air and his gaze settles on you , he doesn't know why but he has this earnest craving to protect you .

"Lloyd!" His own name, screamed into the earphone makes him dodge the next shot and next thing you witness is him pulling out a gun and shooting someone in distance and a cry of pain reaches your ear,  louder than the music and you stand abruptly and remove the headset .

Your gaze fleets around and then you are running out of the Cafe. Lloyd witnesses it all from the ground he's laying on . He didn't shoot the man , but hopefully he needs to get out of this mess without getting his hands dirty. The Cafe is silent and he stands up when he doesn't detect any danger. Cups of half filled Coffee, fries and Iced tea litter the white marble.  A diary catches his attention when he gets to take his fallen gun. It's yours, he remembers,  he saw you writing or maybe drawing something in it . It's beautiful just like the owner, he thinks and smiles a little .

You fled out as soon as you came back to reality when the screams of fear and  shock startled you . You didn't witness anything but you vaguely remember someone getting shot down , maybe injured.  You hope nobody is harmed, with that thought you go your way back to home.

[thegirlnextdoorssister]

I’m thinking of making the soulmate au soft!dark!Lloyd Hansen a mini series. What do you guys think?

P.s. thank you to the lovely anon who gave me that delicious idea.❤️

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My little moon...🌙🌙🌙

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Word count: around 1k

Summary : Lloyd takes care of you after a tiring day ❤

Warning: Soft Lloyd, 😌self care , pampering🥺. Fluff!!!!!🥰😊😇 . As always no minors. 18+ only.

A/n: WHY HE'S FICTIONAL! 😭😭😭. I want my own llyod to take care of me . Liiiike please🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Moodboard by me 💋. The pics just show the vibes. There is no actual description of reader. No use of y/n.

All mistakes are my own. No beta read. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Even though we think Lloyd is not a softie, he is but only for his girl . So when you come home in the evening all tired and exhausted.

He gently sweeps you in his big arms and kisses your forehead, his way of showing affection and love for you but also because he loves kissing you and he hates to see ,his pretty girl all tired.

He takes you to the kitchen counter and makes you to sit on top of it . He grabs a glass of water and hold it for you to drink and he insists that you drink it all .

"Good girl" he praises when you empty it , or as much water you need from the glass.

Then, he takes off your outfits and with each discarded article he places soft kisses on the exposed skin ,praising you, and delicately rubbing your arms and back cause he knows they are sore from the day you had. He's so proud of you.

"You must be so proud of yourself, my little moon?" he asks genuinely, he doesn't say he's proud of you cause according to him your happiness, things you accomplish should never be based on others approval . He told you once but you kinda shrugged it off but deep down you know he's right. You nod and and repeat his words,"I am proud of me."

"I , too, am proud of you darling" he grins and kisses your lips softly. His kisses leaves you a little dazy , maybe it's the way he steals your breath away when he cups your chin and pulls you closer by the neck and greedily licks the insides of your mouth Or simply he's like that

"I am gonna run a bath for you ,baby " he states and you know it's his way of confirming if you wanna do something else . You shake your head no and he smiles in return

After undressing you, he carries you in his arms to the big bath tub he'd set up before you arrived, adding the bath bombs you like and he loves them too. He loves how your smell have instant calming effect on him and it just makes him to nuzzle and snuggle more closer to you when you two cuddle

He gently lowers you down in the tub , the warm water makes it seem like its soaking out all the tension and stress from your skin

he takes the Lofa and lathers you up throughoutly, his touch is so welcoming and you let out a sigh of relief. He massages your feet a little and gently press down on its inside . Soft touch along your knees, thighs and legs while also pressing his thumb in the spots where you are sore . It's like he's untying all the knots of exhaustion

he caresses your inner thighs and rubs them gently with his soft and thick fingers

he moves up and his palm rubs delicately on your stomach, and when he moves to your breasts he kneads them gently giving special attention to each one

His gaze is unmoving, rubbing each one in a round manner . He once told you, your boobs are like one of those really soft balls and he can't stop himself no matter how hard he try . "They are so pretty baby ," he praises and you are pretty sure he's not even blinking

And then comes your neck , he's so gentle with you and he rubs his thumb on either side of the back of your neck and behind your ears and your soft sigh of relief only makes him more eager to take care of you

He then makes you to sit a little up and joins you too and you can lay your back on his chest.

Finished up with his work on your neck area he presses his thumb on the top of your spine and follow its path down to your ass , and then gives it a little slap that's barely there and you move on your knees , he grabs your asscheeks and kneads them too

And then you both lay in the tub for a while , the tub is so big you can fit five more people in it and he made sure to get the biggest and nicest tub cause according to him , his princess deserves all the best and nicest things

While you both sit in the tub, your back to his chest and his hands rubbing your arms up and down , you feel so relaxed and it's like all the earlier stress is gone and you feel so relaxed that you may fall asleep right away

Llyod kisses your forehead and occasionally move his hand down your sternum

Just before you are on the verge of sleeping Lloyd cups your face to wake you up

"Hey hey Pumpkin now, none of that" he says and you know it's because you haven't eaten yet

"Lloyd please" you give him your best puppy eyes but he shake his head in disapproval

He then picks you up and cleanse you well , and wraps you in a floofy rob

Carrying you to the Kitchen, he feeds you . The food is homemade. He made it before you came home. He's an amazing cook and that's a secret that only you know

After your stomach is full and you are satisfied Lloyd carries you to the rooftop

The rooftop provides an amazing view of the night sky, and Lloyd being Lloyd, there's a big bed decorated with lots of pillows and blankets . The rooftop is secured and it's more of a room only the roof is made up of glass which is so hard .

He drops you on the bed and climb up on it beside you. He pulls you closer so he can nuzzle your neck and peels of the rob cause he needs to feel skin on skin. He shed off his clothes before climbing on the bed

He caresses your stomach and spoons you in. You turn back so you can face him and gaze in his beautiful eyes

"Thank you" you whisper and tilt your neck to kiss him softly

"Anything for you , mi petite luna" he replies and kisses you again . His warmth is home , his presence is home

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Secret meet up 💟💟💟

Summary: Infatuated with you, Lloyd finds himself falling deeper in love each time he meets you . He is sweet , soft and caring . Nothing could go wrong when two different worlds collide. Right?

Characters: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Warnings :18 + only . NO MINORS. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS FOR EACH CHAPTER. Warnings to be added with each chapter ❤

Images just say the vibe not the actual appearance of reader. No mention of y/n

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

More to be added.

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Making Amends💫💫💫

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Word count: around 800

Summary : Lloyd thinks you need more love but not from him.❤

Warning: Soft Lloyd, 😌self care , pampering🥺. Fluff!!!!!🥰😊😇 . As always no minors. 18+ only.

A/n: WHY HE'S FICTIONAL! AND I BET HE'LL DO THIS LIKKKE 1000000%

Look at me making him Soft 😌😌😌😌😊😊😇😇😚😚😚😚🤭🤭🤭(from his heart )

There is no actual description of reader. No use of y/n.

All mistakes are my own. No beta read. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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"C'mon do it , Pumpkin" Llyod urges . You stay silent and don't reply right away . The chilly air makes you want to snuggle more into him.

10 minutes before :💫💫💫

He can come up with the most odd ideas and you don't complain. So , when he suggested you both spend some time on the rooftop you nodded at the suggestion. "Ah , but no clothes allowed, " he interrupted with a grin . You narrowed your eyes, a sign for him to proceed. "We will take the new blanket we ordered, " he said. You considered his request for a second, the blanket was expensive which meant you won't be cold besides he will be there to keep you warm. "But why no clothes?" You questioned as you walked closer to him. He pulled you closer by your waist and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Sliding his large hand down your spine he smiled lightly ,"I need to feel you , skin to skin contact". His voice was soft, and you knew by the drop that he'd something in mind . "Okay " you whispered and the way his lips formed in a grin , that confirmed your doubt.

Back to present :💫💫💫

Now here you are , resting your head on his shoulder, your back to his and his hand covering yours on your stomach. He was leaning against the wall and had set up a mattress. He leans down and places a soft kiss on the hollow of your neck , the slow trail along it making you sigh with contentment. "Please," he requests and rests his chin on your shoulder. "Lloyd, " you mirror his tone. "I know you can do it " he urges again and takes your hand and settles it on your left breast, just above your heart .

"Do I really have to do it now?"you ask again and tilt your neck to look into his eyes. There's a hidden request in your gaze. You are a little hesitant to follow his words but Lloyd knows it too . He doesn't even blink and you know he's not gonna let this slide . He needs you to do it , of course if you are ready for it . But he'd seen no sign of you being not ready . You just need a little support and he's here for you , always. He once joked that even your own shadow can leave you in the dark but he will always be there for you. You don't doubt it .

His body heat is enough to keep you warm and the blanket is just a bonus. You hum and cup his face with your hand. You pull him down and crash your lips on his , gaining a soft moan in return from him . He cups your left breast with his hand , your own sandwiched between his big palm and your skin. He lazily strokes your tongue with his own and when you both are panting he gives a gentle nip to your bottom lip. He pecks your lips again.

"If you don't wanna do what I asked, it's okay Pumpkin but if you wish to follow I can wait up all night" he states. You know he will do as you say. "The later" you mumble and he hums in response. "Take as much time as you need" he replied with a little bop on your nose. You stare at the pitch black sky adorned with stars , the half moon providing a beautiful view. The air is cool although you can't feel the chill as your own personal heater is just enveloping you. You follow the slow drag of your breathing. In . Out. In. Out. In.

"I do. I forgive myself . I forgive me . For everything that transpired. I won't hold anything bad against me . I will not blame myself for the things which weren't in my control. And things which were in my control but didn't work out the way I wanted to, I forgive me." You release your breath. And just like that everything that's on your mind is whipped in the cold night.

Lloyd wanted you to do this , for you to forgive yourself. He knew you thought words which made you feel unworthy of love and happiness and it pained him to see you like that . So he did what he needed to , he asked you to forgive you. It never occurred to you that sometimes even you were hard on yourself but when he uttered those words, forgive yourself, it was like a switch flipped on .

Your thoughts were like a storm but after saying the words out loud there was silence, except Lloyd's breathing on your skin when he pulled you closer ,"Good girl " he whispered with a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I am so proud of you, Pumpkin" he whispered against your ear and just like that you fell more in love with this man.

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Secret meet up 💟💟💟

Part 2 wishing on dandelions

Pairing : Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Summary: Lloyd sees you for the first time , and damn if he's persistent to not make the only meet up he wishes to make .

Part 1 when I see you smile

Part 3 all of the time

Word count: around 450

A/n : This is a little series I am starting ,it is a little snippet from the chapter . LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK LOVELY. ❤ No beta read . All mistakes are my own!

Warning : None for this chapter, kinda Stalker Lloyd (if you squint) but he's soft 🥺🥺🥺. Soft Lloyd?! Yup.

Moodboard by me💋.

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The day was eerie , to say the least, you are still recovering from earlier events of the day. Turning off the headset you place it on the table and crash on the bed. You half-heartedly want to check the news if there is anything about the violence at the Cafe or simply forget it but you choose the latter and close your eyes. You suddenly remember that you left your diary at the Cafe. Shit.

The loud ring of the doorbell makes you get up suddenly. Who could be ? At this time? It's not that late. 8:56pm you stare at the screen of your phone. You grab it and make a beeline to the front door . You stared out from the peephole and found nobody. Weird. You turn back to walk away and the doorbell rings again . Who is it? you think and again look out from the peephole. Nothing ugh! You turn again and the doorbell rings twice. Maybe it's broken but you installed it recently, not even a week ago.

You yank open the front door but don't find anyone. Your gaze lowers to the doormat and there are flowers and a note, maybe they got delivered to the wrong address. You pick them up and open the note.

'Hey Pumpkin! Hope you weren't injured at the Cafe . Got you something pretty like you 🖤 Hopefully we'll meet soon"-L

You flip the card and your name's written on it .

You stare at the note and then at the flowers, you can't accept these no matter how sweet it seems. You open the door and place it at their earlier place, at your doormat. Damn this day can't seem to end peacefully.

Llyod watches from the backseat of his black SUV and his turn into a grin. Smart girl , he thinks and pictures your face. Cute but smart . Even if you'd accepted the flowers he would find it adorable cause no reason.

He wants to meet you , know your favourite colours, books you like and continue your story which has him intrigued. He found the diary filled with some pics, heart shaped stickers and unfinished stories . Some seemed to be starting, some were just ideas and writing prompts. He wonders what else you are hiding in your head. You are a writer , he'd smiled but not one of those publishers but just a writer maybe online. He finds it cute , adorable and beautiful if he'd to add.

The last thing you hear is the screech of tires when you fall asleep. Hopefully a new day will make you feel better.

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Okay got a new question for the q&a how do they know someone is their soulmate/ how do they find their soulmate?

Hello again,

it’s like love at first sight, they feel this pull towards each other. Its random or destiny but reader is always on the look out.