#mobster!lloyd hansen

[holylulusworld]

Wrong number

Summary: In need for a new job you call the friend of a friend.

Pairing: Mobster!Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Warnings: mentions of unemployment, wrong number trope, dubcon, degrading, Lloyd being Lloyd, implied kidnapping, implied darkish Lloyd Hansen, forced stripping

AN: Square filled for Navy and Roo’s slumber party presents bingo @the-slumberparty: wrong number

You take a deep breath and dial the number your friend gave you.

Someone barks into the phone, grumbling as you do not answer fast enough.

“Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N. I got your number from my friend Ben. Ben Maher. It’s about the job. He said you want to make an appointment for a Zoom meeting.”

“What?” The man yells at someone before he turns his attention back toward you. “Say that again, sunshine. I didn’t get the last part.�� His voice softens as you repeat the same line, the one you wrote down to not stumble over your words.

Fuck, you hate this. You hate to beg someone you never talked to before to give you a chance. If only you didn’t lose your job.

Well, this can’t be helped. All you can do is get back on your feet as fast as possible.

“Hello, who the fuck is calling me and doesn’t answer!” You shake your head. Again, you messed your chance up. The man on the other end of the line is already mad at you.

“Hi,” you squeak. “Mr.…Mr.…” you wrinkle your forehead. Great. Now you forgot the name Ben told you too. “Sorry.” You exhale sharply. “I wanted to ask if the position is still available.”

“Position?” His voice drops, and he purrs in the phone. “I think we should get to know each other better before I offer the position to you.”

“Yeah. Ben said something about a Zoom meeting,” you repeat, rolling your eyes. That guy didn’t listen to you at all. “We can make an appointment and you can send me a link.”

“Right now.”

“What?”

He groans. “I said, right now sugar plum. I’ll send you a link, and you better be ready for Lloyd Hansen. I hate wasting my time.”

“I won’t disappoint you,” you hastily say. “Do you need my e-mail address?” Crap. Another lapse. Of course, he’ll need your contact information to send you the link. How dull are you sometimes?

“Message me the address. I’ll send you the link,” he sounds a little more excited and you wonder if this interview will go better than the last, or the one before the last.

“There she is,” the man almost purrs. He stares into the camera, making you feel uncomfortable. “Not bad, sunshine.” He grins, eyes glued to your chest. “Damn me, a pretty angel for me to ruin.”

You still fight with your headset as your potential new employer watches you with amusement.

“Shoot,” you curse when your wireless mouse ends up on the ground. You are a clumsy mess again. “Just a minute.”

He’s knuckling his mustache all the while ogling your ass when you turn around to pick up your wireless mouse.

“Are you done now?” Lloyd questions as you finally sit down. “Can we start?”

“Sorry. Yes.”

“Good,” he tilts his head, eyes drifting toward your chest again. Lloyd frowns and wrinkles his nose. “No. That’s not good. Take off that jacket.”

“What?” Looking down at your body you wonder if the purple blazer was the wrong choice. “Don’t you like it?”

“I hate it. Take it off,” he impatiently grunts. “Hurry. I don’t have all day.”

You sigh but follow his order. He’s a potential employer and you don’t want to fuck this chance up. “Better?” you ask when you drop the blazer to the ground.

“No,” he shakes his head. “The blouse, get rid of it. Show me something I will like,” Lloyd leans back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest.

You frown deeply. “Uh-I’m not applying for a job as a cam girl, Sir,” you lick your lips. How far will you go to get a simple office job?

“Take. It. Off.” He growls. “If not, I’ll end this before we even get started.”

“I-“ You ask yourself if Ben hates you. If not, why would he tell you to talk to this perv? “Fine.”

“At least you can follow orders,” Lloyd smirks now. He watches you clumsily take off your white blouse. You drop it to the ground, huffing as this is the most embarrassing job interview you ever attended.

“Hmm…white too. So pure, but I bet you’re a naughty girl,” you scrunch up your nose. “I bet you are wearing white panties too. Lace.”

You drop your eyes to your lower half. “I think we should talk about my curriculum vitae now, Sir. I have experience in data entry, bookkeeping, and filing. I know how to use computer software too. I’m hard-working and accurate.”

Lloyd laughs loudly. “Sugar plum, this is not a job interview. All I want to know is if you are good at sucking dick and if you like it up your ass.”

“What?” You don’t know how to react to his crassness. This is not the way men usually talk to you. “Ben said you’ve got a job at your office for me!”

“Ben? Who the fuck is Ben?”

An icy shiver runs down your spine. “My friend…your friend Ben Maher. He told me about the job.”

“I don’t know a fucker named Ben, sunshine. Now, take off that skirt. I wanna get a better look at your ass. I don’t pay my sugar babes for boobs only.”

“Sugar what?” You take off your headset and slam your laptop shut. “What the fuck did Ben get me in to?”

Speechless you sit on your chair, close to tears. You just stripped your blouse off for some guy. “Shit…fuck…”

Slinging your arms around your body you rock back and forth. What if that man took a screenshot? What if he recorded you?

You glance at the laptop, shuddering at the memory of Lloyd’s hungry gaze.

It takes you a few moments to calm down and pick up your blouse.

Ben will catch hell the next time you talk to him.

You’re still shaken from the odd job interview a few days ago. That man didn’t even offer a position to you. And you can’t reach Ben to give him hell.

To calm your nerves, you scroll through another website to find a new position. It can’t be helped. Ben’s friend was a creep, not an employer.

“Coming.” You curse when your doorbell rings. Putting your phone aside, you get up from your couch. Whoever stands in front of your door is very impatient. “Right there. Christ…I’m already here.”

Your heart drops when no other than Lloyd Hansen stands in front of your door. He looks you up and down. “If I tell you to take off your skirt, I expect you to follow my orders.”

“This…no. How’d you find me?” You gape at the stranger at your door.

“Your friend Ben was very helpful,” Lloyd grins darkly. “Imagine my surprise getting to know that you called the wrong guy. I believed you wanted to become my new plaything.”

“Wrong…guy…?”

“This doesn’t matter anymore,” he steps closer, invading your home. “I set my eyes on you. You look ready to get eaten, sunshine. Daddy is ready to give you the world.”

Lloyd cups the back of your neck. He forces you to hold his gaze as his steel-blue eyes search your scared face. “Let me go. This…no…I only wanted a job.”

“You got it, sunshine.” He roughly claims your lips. You can only open your mouth for him and let him take what he wants. “You are going to be such a good girl for me. And your only job is to take my dick and look pretty for me…”

Right number

[imnotagaslighter]

Chapter One: Sly as a Snake

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: Tread carefully this will be a dark!fic Please DNI if you're not 18 or older

Blood, Graphic, Minor Character Deaths, Age Gap, Lloyd Hansen being creepy, Hints of Grooming (?)

I was going to do a cute little preview but I just thought why not just post a whole chapter as a preview!! I hope you guys enjoy ;).

It didn’t take long for the gala-themed party to be halted but that’s because who wouldn’t want to? A party that held all of the families under one luxurious, (and in your opinion very flamboyant) mansion. It wasn’t until a very loud breach from the main entrance took your attention away from the attendees in front of you.

You and maybe the rest of the families at the party stood in confusion and shock as men in tactical gear rushed through the main banquet hall firing automatic weapons into the air and at random important heads of different gang families. That’s when screams and weapons began to go toe to toe on who could be the loudest. It didn’t make it any better that you had lost your brother and parents within the crowds that were moving in different directions trying to dodge the bullets.

Your heart was slightly racing as you felt yourself being pushed by the various people trying to run out of the hall and hopefully find an exit, but your mind had other ideas. Moving towards the wall you’d slip into a room before closing the door behind yourself and slouching down onto the opposite wall of the door. Your hands were shaking as you tried to regain your composure, it didn’t make it any better that you were wearing a floor-length dress accompanied by heels that were not ideal for running.

Another round of shots rang out into the air before holes started to appear on the wall and you’d quickly roll onto the stomach hoping none of the shots were aimed toward the floor. Knowing you’d have to think (and move) quickly you began to untie the laced-up heels and kick them off before looking around, you were in the preparation kitchen so it wouldn’t be hard to find something to cut the dress. Your right hand instinctively reached up to your inner right thigh to find your gun still holstered there and you pulled it out. Sliding the mag out of the barrel you saw the clip was full and of course, you didn’t bring an extra clip because you just wouldn’t think someone would have it out for the families so bad to the point where they’d target all of the families under one roof. Which you couldn’t help to admit was smart but very ballsy and you couldn’t help to figure out who was the mind behind all of this terror.

Finding a chef’s knife you held it just above the knee of your dress and you’d hesitate, hating the fact that you’d have to ruin such a beautiful (and rather expensive) dress but you had to get out and find your parents. You’d attempt to cut through the fabric and it was louder than usual meaning outside was quiet and you’d stop quickly to listen.

“I heard something in the kitchen. You three go in there and see what it is” You heard an oddly familiar voice before you looked around for a place to exit and the only thing you could think of was the dumbwaiter on the other side of the room. You knew you couldn’t make it over there in time so you’d finish ripping the dress apart grab the knife and scurry across the floor toward an empty shelf and you’d bring your knees to your chest and turn the safety to your gun off.

Three men in tactical gear breached through the door and looked around slowly as they proceeded further into the room picked up the fabric of the dress and saw the heels.

“Boss, someone was in here and ditched their clothes.” One of them yelled back before looking around the room. You were praying that they couldn’t see your legs but you knew sooner or later you would have to make a move.

‘Well, Fucking find the naked bitch before I have to come in there and do the job myself!’ You heard the ever-familiar voice shout back.

“Come on, she couldn’t have gotten far in here, there’s no exit.” One of the soldiers said as he turned around and closed the door to check if there was a body behind them. You knew if you used your gun it would draw more attention to yourself and you didn’t have enough bullets to fight the whole army that was outside of the kitchen so you knew whatever move you’d make would have to be with the knife that was thankfully still in your hand.

Moving from out of the shelf you’d tiptoe over to the guard that was near the door and you’d slam the knife down into his neck and cover his mouth so he wouldn’t make noise to alert the other two in the kitchen with you, you were lucky the industrial and professional kitchen was set up in aisles so they couldn’t see your body unless they walked around. 

The soldier struggled, voice gurgling under your hand as you strained to move the man to his knees so that when he toppled over it wouldn’t be as hard, and he finally gave out, his body went limp as you pulled the knife out, blood squirting on your face before moving to the other two. As long as you could get to them before they circled back to the door it would be okay in a sense.

Your feet move behind each other in a cat-like motion and you see the second assailant checking under shelves and the third one is moving pots and pans around making enough noise for you to make your play. You take that opportunity to run up to him and proceed to shank him around 7 times, groans leaving his mouth before he falls back blood pooling around him and soaking your feet. You’d feel the cold wet sensation and would mentally roll your eyes at the situation before throwing your knife at the last person’s head and he’d topple over. Hearing the kitchen still, you’d hear the conversation going on outside between the familiar voice and you’d move over to the door and listen in.

‘Jesus fucking Christ! What’s taking these doofuses so long to find the whore?’ The man would ask impatiently as you’d hear the chamber of the unknown person’s gun slide back and you’d move towards one of the ARs the dead person had and you’d take the mags that came with it and move into the bellhopper. You slid the door up, slipping into the tight box and your arm reached out to hit the up button, and almost as soon as you closed the sliding door for the bell hopper you heard the door to the kitchen being kicked open.

‘What the fuck?! You know what?’ The person would chuckle ever so slightly before you heard his echoing footsteps approach the bell hopper which made you nervous because if it was still moving by the time he opened the door he’d know you were in there.

‘I gotcha you little bitch’

-

2 Months Prior

‘You know it wouldn’t be all that bad if you would just put your pride aside and just go on the date Your twin brother would say as your hazel eyes glared across the longer dinner table where you’d be eating breakfast.

There wasn’t much to this schedule it was something new where your mother would accompany you and your brother at breakfast. She sat near the head silently chuckling at the banter the two of you always managed to find yourselves in while she was eating a crepe with a bowl of fresh fruit from her garden.

‘Y’know what, Kaleb? If you want me to meet this man so bad..’ You had emphasized before grabbing your napkin and placing it in your lap. ‘How about you take my place and go on the date with him’ You’d offer the new opportunity and Kaleb looked at you with a rather contorted face before your mother’s laugh was a little more noticeable and Kaleb’s head snapped in her direction before you continued with your pancakes.

‘Oh so the first time in ages that our mother comes down here and one of the first things she does is patronize me because I’m trying to help my sister secure a husband since she’d freshly out of finishing school’ Kaleb would say before you’d shake your head in protest.

‘Kaleb, I simply don’t want a husband for now, and until father says anything about it I don’t think it is necessary as of now.’

‘But, Y/N you have men from families all over practically throwing their sons at your feet every gala we attend. Don’t you think you’re being a little pretentious?’ Kaleb would ask as you gave him a deadpan look. We sat in a very lavish dining room of a 10-bedroom mansion near the oceanside, our father was the head of a great mob family and he thought you were only being a little pretentious was a stretch.

‘Look at how we were raised, Kaleb then ask yourself why I’m being a little pretentious’ 

A soft clearing of a throat had brought your attention to the entrance of the doorway and you’d see your father, donning something other than a suit. He was wearing grey slacks and a white button-down.

‘Isn’t it nice to see my family down here eating together?’ your father would ask before reaching down to kiss your forehead and walking around to grab Kaleb’s shoulders.

‘I suppose it is Dad, which means you have something you need to tell us.’ You’d say eyeing the man and he could only chuckle.

‘Well you are my daughter and there’s no denying that, but nothing too much out of the ordinary. The Solos will be accompanying us to dinner this evening though. Jacoby and I have some business to discuss so I trust you three will be more than entertaining to our guests’ Your father, Issac Beckett would say and you would purse your lips together acknowledging that that was the conversation he was meaning to have. It was rare that your family held company though but it was understandable as to why.

Within the past 4 months, you’ve attended 7 funerals, each one of them had Beckett as their last name, you weren’t sure if the family was being targeted by an outsider but whoever it was was indeed trying to get within the immediate family. It hasn’t been easy for them though because your father’s long-time friend and right-hand man, Lysander Reed, and Luitenant Lloyd Hansen have kept the mansion and its grounds secure. Of course, with someone like Issac Beckett, there would be a lot of enemies made and that’s why he has allies like the Solo family. They still weren’t able to pinpoint a motive or who could be the mastermind behind all of these family murders but since the third one, your father had pulled you from your etiquette academy to ensure your safety and made sure all of the immediate family was under one roof which you guessed wasn’t so bad.

Your mother, Ceanna (pronounced Sienna) was more than ecstatic to see her children under one roof again. Your brother, Kaleb had left off to finish his studies to one day prepare to take over the reigns of the family’s name. But you, you were a different case, a special case.

You’ve protested for years to be more than someone’s wife and bearer of fruitful children. To be more than someone’s arm candy and despite your parent’s disapproval you were enrolled into multiple academies to broaden your skillset, being taught by Lysander how to fight, handle a gun, and be able to hold yourself to those bigger than you, and you proved them to be more than proficient - A prodigy Lloyd would say as he’d spar with you on occasion. Once you felt you were proficient enough your father enrolled you in finishing school where you learned etiquette and social cues to enter society as a woman fit to be a loving wife and also as sly and deadly as a snake.

Your hair was pulled back into a low ponytail as you looked down at your plate and continued to eat your breakfast, pancakes, and eggs which were growing soggy from the amount of syrup you piled onto the plate. 

‘The Solos are the ones with the son, right my love?’ Your mother, Ceanna would ask as your father nodded and moved over towards his wife, planting a kiss on his cheek before sitting down at the head of the table.

‘Yes, Napoleon is their only son. A little older but that still shouldn’t be a problem for our children, right?’ 

‘Leon? I haven’t seen him since we were both in school. Don’t worry I’m sure we can catch up.’

‘As long as you don’t auction me off as a wife to him’ You’d mutter while eating your food and your dad would belt out a laugh while Lysander would make his way into the room saying his greetings to everyone. Lysander had been there long before you and Kaleb were born so on occasion if you didn’t refer to him as Lys, uncle was for mere private times behind the walls of their home which Lysander didn’t mind coming from the twins, he was there for everything and within Issac’s will if anything were to happen to him and Ceanna while the twins were under 25 Lysander would be their ward and be the right hand for Kaleb.

‘I’m sure Napoleon wouldn’t meet your father’s expectations for your husband anyways, Y/N’ Lysander would say before you made a small victory cheer in your head. You hadn’t heard much about this Napoleon character but that’s because your father tends to leave you and your mother out of mob business and she doesn’t mind, but you? Oh, you made it a problem that you were left out of meetings, wanting to know the ins and the outs of the business and how to run it. Your father always says that this path holds no position for a woman, very misogynistic but you weren’t sure on why he would always make that statement.

‘The boy is far too into his bachelor lifestyle to settle down now, especially when there’s no sign of Caspian kicking the bucket over any time soon.’ Your dad would say before Lysander leaned over to whisper something in your dad’s ear and he’d nod.

‘Change of plans, they’ll be coming over for a late lunch and dinner, Y/N I trust you won’t be wearing that?’ Your dad would ask referring to your current pajamas which were an oversized plain black shirt and black and grey flannel shorts.

‘Jesus Dad, I just woke up.’ You’d say defensively before stabbing your fork in the remainder of the pancakes shoving it in your mouth and standing up from the table.

‘Since it’s that much of a problem I will go shower and put on clothes.’

‘Appropriate clothes, Y/N. We will be having guests’ Your Dad responded not looking up from the newspaper that was now in his hand. Your eyes narrowed before you took the glass of orange juice with you and turned on your heels to head out of the dining room.

‘Can I invite Elise and Arabelle?’ You’d ask quickly turning around and your dad matched your narrow eyes but yours instantly turned into pleading eyes.

‘Dad! Kaleb and Napoleon will be in each other's faces the whole time! I’ll make sure they’ll leave before dinner. I promise’ You pleaded before your father looked down at the gold watch before looking over to Lysander.

‘Y/N does have a point, Issac. Lloyd is still on the grounds as well.’ Lysander would say attempting to help your case while sending a wink your way and with a long sigh coming from your father he’d place the newspaper down.

‘See to it that the pool is prepared for the girls and the pool house. Have the chef prepare lunch for them as well.’ Your father reluctantly said before you started cheesing and heading over towards your old man and kissed him on his cheek as well as Lysander’s and you scurried away before he had the chance to change his mind.

Pulling your phone out from your waistband you’d open up the group chat that had you, Elise, and Arabelle in it before sending a single pool emoji with a question mark.

Elise: Uh, Duh!

Arabelle: We’ll be there in 30!

Successfully making plans to occupy yourself you’d scurry to the stairs running past Lloyd and he’d eye you.

‘Why are you running like you've seen a ghost princess?’ Lloyd would say while shooing the other guards away and you’d turn at the first step to face him. It wasn’t a bad age gap between you two, maybe 10 or 12 years? His profession aged him more than he was. The mid-30s weren’t bad for him.

‘Dad let me invite the girls over so I’m trying to get ready before he changes his mind’ 

‘He must be in a good mood, well I won’t hold you up. You look gorgeous this morning by the way.’ He’d say but it went over your head, ever since he’d started working for your dad around 4 years ago he’d always been the one to compliment you. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Giving him a small smile you’d hand him your almost finished glass of orange juice.

‘Thanks Lloyd! Do you mind putting that in the sink please?’ You’d asked before racing up the steps on your hands and knees

‘Anything for you princess.’ Lloyd would whisper low enough only for him to hear before finishing off the orange juice and licking his bottom lip before heading to the kitchen.

[adulting-sucks]

I’ve got some catching up to do!!!!

His Inheritance Masterlist

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia families. References to arranged marriage. Coercion. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Part 1: Hidden Gems

Part 2: Rapunzel

Part 3: Homecoming

Part 4: Whispers

Part 5: Sealed with a Kiss

Part 6: What We Need

Part 7: A Charade

Part 8: Reckoning

Part 9: High Stakes

Part 10: Temptress

Part 11: Union of the Snake

Part 12: Something Borrowed

Part 13: Kiss the Bride 

Part 14: Negotiations & Promises

Part 15: The Wedding Present

Part: 16 Allies & Demons

Part 17: I Brought You My Bullets, You Brought Me Your Love

Part 18: Echoes of the Past

Part 19: Love Under Will

Part 20: Promises Kept

Part 21: A History of Violence

Part 22: Doppelganger

Part 23: Who Do You Trust?

Part 24: Revelations

Part 25: Just Breathe

[nicoline1998enilocin]

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Daddy's Sweetheart

PAIRING || Husband!Lloyd Hansen x Bimbo!Wife!Fem!Reader x Mobster!Steve Rogers

WORDCOUNT || ~ 700 words

SUMMARY || You've been married to one of the most feared men in the entirety of the United States. As soon as he met you - his kind, soft-spoken wife - he knew he had to have you, and when you allowed him to use you whenever he pleased, he couldn't be happier.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || Established relationship. Bimbo!Reader. Soft!Lloyd.

SMUT || Daddy kink. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Dirty talk. Referenced unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!).

A/N || This drabble is part of Nicoline's Summer of Drabbles. Jen, as soon as I saw you requesting Lloyd, I immediately got excited! This is my first time writing about him, so I hope I have done him justice - I also can't wait to write more for him in the future! This isn't proofread; any and all mistakes are my own. 🤍

EVENTS @anyfandomaubingo || Mobster!Steve Rogers @lloydssluts LHWC '24 || "You know what I love about you?"

Photo: Source || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Lloyd Hansen || Summer of Drabbles

"You know what I will never understand, Hansen? You have such a pretty thing walking around here, clad in dresses that barely cover anything, yet you're still one of the grumpiest men I've ever known. Maybe you just need to fuck her real good for once, and you're suddenly a whole new man."

Lloyd listens to the man across from him - the famous mobster Steve Rogers, right-hand man to mob boss James "Bucky" Banes - with a relaxed expression, not in the least fazed about how he talked about you—his wife.

"Is that so?" Lloyd asks nonchalantly, swishing the glass of whiskey back and forth a few times before making eye contact with the blond mobster.

"Well, why don't I do that right now while you watch? Let's see if my mood changes after I fuck her brains out until she can't think of anything else than me until she's begging me to stop after I've pumped her so full of my cum it'll be dripping down her thighs for days."

Lloyd's demeanor hasn't changed at all as the words leave his lips, while Steve is certainly interested. With one push of a button, Lloyd summons you to the office - a place you usually only visit when he needs to let out some steam by fucking you until you're nothing but a limp mess in his arms. Within less than a minute, you knock on the heavy wooden doors, a flurry of butterflies going wild in your stomach at your husband's voice.

"There she is! Can you come here for a moment, Sweetheart?" Lloyd says, love clear in his voice. Steve's face contorts at the apparent difference in behavior - he's not used to seeing the soft side of the man across from him. The warmth on your cheeks spreads as you walk into the office, your short, pink sundress fluttering around your hips as you walk in, giving a smile to Steve as you do.

"Hi, Mr. Rogers," you say in a soft tone before bending down to give your husband a gentle kiss on his lips. As you do, you're giving Steve a look at everything beneath your dress and the fact you're usually pantyless when your husband is home.

"C'mere, Sweetheart. Daddy needs you to do something for him, but only if you're a good girl for me, okay? Mr. Rogers has been saying some not-so-nice things about us, and I want to prove him wrong by fucking you right here on my desk. How does that sound?"

"Really?" you say softly, a small pout on your lips as you look at Lloyd, but he squeezes your hip reassuringly. It's okay. Once you give the go-ahead - your husband would never do anything without your consent, after all - he gets up, pushing you with your thighs against the desk, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you feel his erection pressing into the soft flesh of your stomach.

"You know what I love about you?" Lloyd asks, his soft gaze still focused on your curious one as his fingers glide over the skin of your cheek.

"That you're such an easy little girl, letting Daddy do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. No matter who's watching," the grumble of Lloyd's voice sends a shiver down your spine, only turning you on more as you squeeze your thighs together.

''Yes, Daddy, only for you," you whisper as you crane your neck to make eye contact, making Lloyd smile before he leans in, capturing your lips in a deep, dominating kiss that has you melting in your spot as he does. Without pulling away, he helps you up on the desk as he steps between your legs, his erection now pressing against your bare pussy.

Steve's shifting somewhat uncomfortably in his seat as he tries to adjust himself at the sight in front of him, as he sees how willing you are for your husband.

"Let's give Mr. Rogers a show he'll never forget, okay?" Lloyd asks, and you nod as you shift to lie on your back, your head hanging off the other side of the desk, facing Steve. Lloyd quickly frees his achingly hard cock, smirking as he sees your hole clenching around nothing.

The first moment his tip lines up with your dripping hole, a soft whine leaves your lips, the moment feeling even more intense as you make direct eye contact with Steve. However, the next words out of Steve's mouth have you clenching too as a soft moan escapes your lips, while Lloyd grins.

"Take it like a good girl, and stop whining."

[kaismasterlist]

| 🩶: angst | 🩷: fluff | ♥️: smut | 🖤: dark |

The Joke (Husband!Sherlock | Wife!Reader) ♥️

Submission (Dark Dom!Steve | Innocent Sub!Reader) ♥️

Greens (Daddy!Sy | Little!Reader) ♥️

Tame Me If You Can (Brat Tamer!Sy | Brat!Reader) ♥️

Triumph Of The Beast (Soft-Dark!Captain Syverson | Sheikha!Reader) ❤️

Only You (Mafia Boss!Lloyd | Reader) 🩷

Home (Ex!Lloyd Hansen | Reader) 🖤

Paradise Lost (Lloyd | Reader) ❤️

Little Mommy (Dad!Walter | Reader) ♥️

The Merchling (Boss!Kaz | Merchling!Reader) ♥️

Honeypie (Sheriff!Lee | Shy!School Teacher!Reader) 🩷♥️

Cuffed (Sheriff!Lee | Naive!Reader) <3 ♥️

Beauty (Mobster!Nick Fowler | Captive!You) 🖤

Balance (Dark!Curtis Everett | Cruel Brat!Reader) 🖤

Wrong Place, Right Time (Dark Burglar!Curtis | Naive!You) 🖤

Fiddle (Soft-Dark Army Chief!Curtis Everett | Spoiled Crown Princess!You) ❤️

Paradise Regained (Andy Barber | Fiancée!Reader) ❤️

The Secretary (Boss!Andy | Secretary!You) ❤️

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

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Bucky Barnes ✨

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Her by @avecra

bucky barnes x reader

Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)

Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader

Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Grandeur by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Crossing the line by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Give it to me by @flordeamatista

dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader 

Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Send me an angel by @navybrat817

Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer

Bucky Barnes x female reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

Headstrong by @flordeamatista

beefy!bucky barnes x reader

The kiss by @lunarbuck

professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)

Namor ✨

Waves of love by @flordeamatista

Namor x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside

Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Excelled by @syntheticavenger

Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey

farmer!steve rogers x reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Sleepy sex by @worksby-d

Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Hold my heart by @flordeamatista

boyfriend!andy barber x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings

no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink

joel miller x fem!reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Gratitude by @kinanabinks

Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader

Multiple characters ✨

Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy

Peepshow by @labella420

Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader

[sstan-hoe]

𝒊. 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

𝑻𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑴𝑬 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹

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

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

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — violence, allusion to murder, no smut in this chapter, trigger warning to anyone who is paranoid like me!

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — Five parts are to be published, if more we will see! Also if the majority is only people liking and not commenting or rebloging then there won't be more at all. Reblog and/or Comment!!! I do not have a taglist but you can follow @sstanhoe-updates

Silence filled the room, blue piercing eyes looking intensely at a blonde man who squirmed in his seat. The chair cracked as Lloyd Hansen leaned back with his legs spread apart and his hand folded in his lap.

Behind the blonde man walked a brunette full bearded man, his hand clamped on the shoulders of the blonde causing him to jump up. Andy Barber released a disappointed sigh as he squeezed the man’s shoulders.

“John, John, John…we gave you such a simple task and failed that simple task,” Andy said tilting his head down, he was already aware of the fact that John Walker was a coward and an incompetent person in general. This ‘mission’ the two mob bosses had sent Mr. Walker on was just a cover up to test his trust and he failed miserably.

“All you had to be was loyal, a very simple task if you ask me…Lloyd would you say being loyal is a simple task?” Andy looked up at his partner who had a devilish smirk on his lips.

Lloyd was already making up ways in his mind to torture John Walker, he had for a while now but according to Andy he needed a bigger reason than John constantly talking to their favourite barista.

“Being loyal is quite the simple task you’re right Andy but it seems he’s even too incompetent for that,” Lloyd agreed and leaned forward to look deep into the blonde’s eyes, but the man wouldn’t dare to meet the mob boss’s eyes. The mob boss partner knew it would take more than loyalty to be in the mafia, but loyalty was by far the most important.

“I didn’t have a choice! They threatened to kill me,” finally John broke his silence and his words caused Lloyd to stand up immediately, his chair almost tipping over, “had no choice? You had no fucking choice? Welcome to the real world…you always have a choice and now we are going to kill you.”

Walker’s eyes widened, he should have expected that they were going to kill him, “no, no, no please don’t! I promise I can be of help and act as a spy or-,” a harsh grip on his neck cut him off, choking on his own words John tried desperately to get out of Andy’s grip.

“Please, we both know that this was just a cover up so he could kill you for talking to our girl,” he intervened with an eye roll.

It was no secret that Lloyd and Andy had taken an interest in the feisty barista down the street. While she always tried to ignore them or be rude, they still wanted her and if anyone dared to mistreat her, talk to her in a way that wasn’t necessary or was John Walker who couldn’t take a hint then it would not end well for them.

Though the mobster kept talking to her even though she rejected them, they were well aware of the game she was playing.

The woman liked to be chased and knew the two men would do everything to make her buckle in.

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The café was busy as usual at that time of the day. Parents coming in with their kids from school, the seniors who want to enjoy a nice piece of cake, the ones coming fresh from work to have their coffee to go, college students that study or do their homework.

You looked at the clock above the coffee machine, it was almost four thirty at noon on a Wednesday which meant two special men would enter any minute.

Sighing you turned to your colleague Wanda, you could tell her everything and she had been by your side since you moved to Boston. She already looked at you with knowing eyes, “you already waitin’ for your men?” she teased you, her Sokovian accent shining through.

“More like dreading it,” you replied just as the clock strikes half past four and the door opened with a ring.

Said men walked in wearing black suits and looking as intimidating as ever. Lloyd already wore his signature smirk and Andy with a smile. They sat themselves down in a booth near the counter you stood at.

Taking your pen and paper you walked over to the two, “hello, what can I get for you?” you asked in a dull tone.

“Sunshine, are you not happy to see us?” Lloyd asked you with a pout causing you to roll your eyes, “as happy as someone is who just found out he has syphilis,” you replied. Andy observed the two of you.

“What’s your special today darlin’?” Andy asked to take your attention away from Lloyd, “we have strawberry cake with a caramel topping, however we only have one piece left so you have to share it if you want it,” you told them, eyes trained on Andy.

Lloyd’s voice stole your attention from Andy, “maybe we could share you on a date this Friday?” if looks could kill Lloyd would be six feet under. “This was by far the worst way you asked and no, I will not go on a date with you both or either one of you, I don’t care. Order something now or go,” you said, your tone leaving no room for arguments.

“We would like two coffees, one black and one with milk and sugar – separate, not already inside, then that slice of strawberry cake and a slice of your chocolate cake,” Lloyd muttered defeated, leaning back against the booth.

Writing their order down you left them without another word, Andy turned his head towards his partner with a glare, “really? You couldn’t have thought about something even stupider than that?” he scolded Lloyd.

“It sounded good in my head besides it could have made her laugh! And it’s not like your sweet, cute way worked,” the brunette argued, causing Andy to roll his eyes. Behind the counter you watched them bicker as you let the coffee out while putting the two slices of cake on plates.

“Why won’t you agree to go on a date with them?” Wanda’s voice came from your side, you let out a little sigh as you finished the coffees, “they’re dangerous and what if they only use me for one night? I don’t do one-night stands and have no wish to die,” you told her before walking back to them with their order.

“Here is your coffee, one black and one with sugar and milk but not in yet, one strawberry and one chocolate slice, bon appetit,” you put the coffees and cakes down.

“Thank you, darlin’ we appreciate it,” Andy thanked you, your attention once again on him, “the chocolate cake looks amazing sunshine,” Lloyd cut in to take your attention away. “Call me when you’re ready to pay,” you said and left, giving Lloyd one last look.

“They send you expensive gifts, always give you a generous tip and fight for your attention,” Wanda continued with the topic from before, “I really admire how strong you are.”

“There are a lot of things that prevent me from saying yes. Firstly, Lloyd is an asshole, thinking he could have everything he wanted. Secondly, they are very dangerous, Andy may hide it, but he is just as dangerous. Thirdly, who knows with how many women they slept with or if they even mean to take me out on a date and not embarrass me,” you began listing all the cons you could think of at the moment while Wanda listened.

“What if something happens to me because I see something I shouldn’t and those gifts are just out of line, you don’t gift a stranger something that expansive, also I don’t even know if they’re a couple or just like to share,” you continued and finally looked at your friend who waited if you were finished.

“And you don’t like it one bit that they chase you?” she questioned, Wanda is a very observant woman and she noticed how you looked at the clock every Wednesday, how you smirked a little every time you walked back after rejecting them knowing they would ask again.

Wanda was unsure if you noticed these little things and just ignored it or were truly clueless. She hoped you ignored it and would come to your senses, unlike you she knew the two mob bosses longer, given that had been living here for six years with her brother. There were a lot of rumors circling the two men but never something about them mistreating women.

Your fear of a one-night stand or getting embarrassed was something she could understand; however, something told her that the two weren’t joking.

“Ignore all of that, imagine that they are normal and are interested in you. Would you say yes?” Wanda gently asked, she realised you ignored her previous words and maybe the change of words would lead to succession.

Before you could answer, Lloyd called for you. Maybe it was good that you didn’t get to answer because you weren’t sure what you would have said.

“We would like to pay, that should cover it,” Lloyd put a hundred-dollar bill on the table like he did every Wednesday. “Mr. Hansen I cannot take this,” you said holding up your hand.

Andy joined the conversation with a stern voice, “darlin’ we’re over this every time, take it.”

He was right, this conversation accrued ever Wednesday and always ended with you taking the bill. Nights over nights you wondered why the tipped you this much, was it because they wanted you to sleep with them, did they know about your financial struggle or were they just generous?

“Mr. Barber there is a policy-,” “how often did we tell you to call us by our name darlin’?” Andy’s tone softened and he looked up you with stormy blue eyes.

“Is Barber and Hansen not your name or more a part of it? Unlike you I call you by your name, all you do is say a pet name,” taking the plates and empty mugs you moved them to the kitchen leaving the money behind. When you came back, they were gone, and the money still laid on the table.

You stood in front of the table taking the bill with a sigh, those tips often saved you in a bad month. As you walked back behind the counter you gazed up to the clock again it was quarter to five, normally the two stayed at least fifteen minutes longer and tried to make conversation with you.

Pushing the thoughts aside you returned back to work, you still had until six pm to go.

The clock finally stroke six, the sun was already gone, and the stars decorated the dark sky. An uneasy feeling sneaked up your spine, you hated walking home in the dark but there was no avoiding it in the winter and fall months.

“Bye Wanda!” you shouted in the kitchen as you put your bag over your head, she shouted a ‘goodbye’ in return before you were out the door.

Boston’s streets were still busy, and the crowds of people caused the uneasy to increase, big crowds freaked you out and the darkness mixed in the thought that someone was following you.

Regularly you turned your head around to look if someone was indeed following you, a man catched your eye. He was tall and build broad, had dirty blonde hair, and wore dark blue jeans combined with a red sweater and a black jacket.

Sweat pearls collected on your forehead, you hated yourself for this. There was never a day where your fear didn’t take over. It always felt overbearing, and your chest tighten, in the worst scenarios it even became hard to breath.

Your heartbeat picks up and your step speeds up, after you rounded a corner, you turned again, and the man was still behind you. Breath, hitching you got out your keys fumbling to find the right key for the big wooden door.

Finally, you reached your door and before closing it from the other side you checked if the man was still there.

A relieved sigh passed your lips as you walked up the steps to your flat. Opening the door, you were greeted with your Golden Retriever-German Shepherd mix named Alf. The big dog had the statue of a Golden Retriever, but his fur was pitch black,

“Hey there big buy!” you greeted him with a big grin, “how was your day huh?” you closed the door behind you and got on your knees as he jumped up, he laid his paws on your shoulders. “I missed you too, how about I give you dinner? Then we will go a little round and then it’s bedtime. You know tomorrow I start late which means we get to spend more time together! I also only work until three,” you told him as the two of you walked into the kitchen.

For Alf you put wet food into his bowl, and you made yourself the pasta warm from yesterday. “You know today is Wednesday and that means Lloyd and Andy were in the cafe. I swear Lloyd’s way to ask me on a date was so stupid, if he would ask me normally at least,” you told him as you moved around the kitchen,

“Also, Wanda asked me if I would consider a date if they weren’t who they are and I couldn’t answer because honestly, I don’t know!” you said while putting the bowl for Alf down.

The male dog looked up at you waiting for you to allow him to eat, it was a safety matter. With all the poisoned food that people leave on the street it was important he didn’t it anything of that, it also helped to prevented that he inhaled his food and jumped up against you.

“You’re good,” you said, and Alf dug right in, just then the microwave made a sound to notify that she was finished. You took out the pasta and sat yourself on the sofa, in a matter of seconds Alf joined you.

He cuddled up on your lap causing you to giggle, “Alf I gotta eat too! So anyways, they came in and what was weird is that they stayed only fifteen minutes instead of thirty. Like why? And they didn’t make as much conversation as they usually did which was also weird, it’s not like I miss it, but it is weird right?” Alf barked in agreement.

You finished your pasta and placed the plate on the table before leaning back, scratching Alf’s head.

“To come back on what Wanda asked, she also pointed out that I might like their attention. I’m not sure about that either to be honest, there are just so many downsides however,” you sounded a little disappointed that they had this many cons.

Alf nudged his nose against your chin as if to say, ‘heads up’, “I just, what if they…no, no, you know what? Let’s go for a round,” you decided, and Alf sprung up at your words.

He toddled over the door where his leash was hanging, a beautiful navy-blue leash made out of a smooth material. You took it and linked it with his collar, Alf waited patiently until you opened the door and stepped outside to give him the go – also a safety and manner you taught him.

Walking out of the building the uneasy feeling was back but this time – thanks to Alf – it was not as bearing, and it was easier to protect yourself.

Because of the paranoia you taught Alf how to attack someone on command and it was an advantage that people thought he looked scary, but not to you however he could be very scary.

As you walked down the streets to the near park the streets were not as busy as before – it was already half past seven and most people were at home with their families or relaxed after a long day.

You passed a little bakery that was already closed, the windows mirrored Alf and you, as the need to turn around to see if there was anything you noticed the same man from before.

You gripped the leash tighter, ready to command your dog to attack him. Taking a deep breath, you gave yourself a little inner pep talk. You felt your chest tighten again and your hands started sweating, you hoped you could loose the man in the park.

The gates were still open, and you walked towards a little grassy spot where you changed the normal leash to a towline in which Alf could run around.

Anxiously you looked on your phone to check the time, you wanted to go home right now but it was important for Alf to play and be at the fresh air.

You watched him for about ten minutes prior to playing with him for another ten, then he relieved himself and you made your way back but not before checking if the man was still there…he was.

“Okay, I think we will go to the police tomorrow, yeah what do you think Alfi?” you asked your boy who barked to agree with you, then however gave another bark.

“What? No, I can’t ask them, besides I only see them on Wednesday’s and tomorrow is Thursday,” you explained to him.

On your walk back you turned around six more times and the majority of those times the  man was still there causing your heartbeat to pick up as well as your walking speed. Alf sensed your uneasy feeling and stayed close by your side.

Finally, back at home you looked out of the window but so no one, that didn’t stop you from closing all the curtains.

“Come on Alfi let’s get to bed, we will watch a movie and then get a good night of sleep, what do you say?” you asked your best friend who sprinted towards your bedroom making you chuckle at the sight.

You got yourself ready for bed, a short routine of teeth brushing, little skin care, clothes changing and a walk to the toilette. When you walked into your bedroom Alf already laid on his side of the bed with his tail wiggling, you cuddled up next to him.

“We gotta be aware of our surroundings my boy,” you muttered as you looked around the room and turned on the TV.

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Did I Lie? (1/?)

gif belongs to me

18+

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x fem reader

Warnings: (d)ubcon, kidnapping, alcohol, SMUT, fingering without penetration or clit play?.

Summary: You've been kidnapped but aren't complaining when Lloyd takes you to a 'dinner party' and rewards you for being well behaved.

Word count: 2.2k

Notes: This fic was written in SECOND PERSON POV!!! Sorry this isn't as super freaky as I initially planned. I think I want this to become a little series so the kinkier stuff might come later (hope that's okay)! As always, thank you so much for reading!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

The knob on the extravagantly paneled door jiggles with force.

You jump at the noise. Someone on the other side is trying to get in. You walk backwards until your knees hit the end of the bed and the momentum makes you fall on your butt. The door opens at the exact same time.

It’s him. It’s that mother fucker who held a gun to your head and kidnapped you. You know exactly what he wants too.

You were the niece and only family of a prevalent mobster from your city. You don’t talk to your uncle much but you still keep in touch. You’re not surprised that his past is finally trying to catch up with him. It’s just a shame you have to be involved.

He shuts the door behind him. He looks at you, brilliant blue eyes examining your face. His tight fitting clothes showcase his intimidating stature and the size of him only makes you more nervous.

“Hi princess,” he says mockingly, “I’m afraid I wasn’t able to introduce myself earlier, I’m Lloyd Hansen”

“You mean when you kidnapped me?” you reply gruffly.

“If that’s what you want to call it” he smiles.

You don’t say anything more, even though you’re burning to. You just retract your legs from the ground into your chest, as you shift farther onto the bed.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not gonna hurt you… yet” he says, walking towards you. 

You try to bite your tongue, but the fury in you spills out anyways. “Fuck you” you spit.

“Awe, now that’s no way to treat your host, is it? Cmon I mean look around,” he says and motions at the grandiose surroundings, “I haven’t even tied you up, though it’d be easy to”

You twitch at the thought of being restrained and look away from him.

While looking past him you realize he’s right. He could���ve had you chained to a radiator in a decrepit basement. Instead, the bed sheets are silk and the curtains, velvet. There’s gold ornaments and watercolor wallpaper. It is a spectacular room, and it sparks images of what the rest of this place must look like.

As if reading your mind he says, “You see, I could have chained you up in the basement with the rats but, then I’d have to actually go down there to talk to you.” Your eyes dart back to his. “So, I thought this would be better!” he says with satirical enthusiasm.

He changes the subject quickly, “Anyways, I’m gonna need you to accompany me to a dinner party tonight, so someone will drop off your dress and shoes soon”

“What? Why the hell would I go anywhere with you?” you snap at him. 

With a fake smile he steps forward until he’s towering over you. “Oh honey, if you want me to get the ropes out just say so,” he says in a playful tone, which might be scarier than a threatening voice. 

His mocking stare makes you shrink. You rub your wrist just thinking about the lack of autonomy and rope burn. He knows you’re powerless and it only feeds his ego. 

“Now, be a good girl for me tonight and you might get a reward!” He gives a phony smile and leaves.

What you didn’t know was that Lloyd wasn’t planning on hurting you at all. Instead, he was looking forward to using you as his cumdump for the rest of his life. The way your eyes glistened as he threatened you made his dick hard. 

He wanted to fuck you stupid and then put you back together just to do it again and again.

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

After some time passed and the sun had set, you were delivered a sleek, elegant, black dress and a pair of matching black heels. You’re stunned at how gorgeous the dress is.

As much as you don’t want to satisfy Lloyd’s expectations, you also don’t want to be chained up. So you make the obvious choice and put the dress and heels on. 

After adjusting the dress to fit perfectly, there’s a knock on the door.

“Yea?” you ask, defensively, the knock startling you.

There is no answer, the door just opens. 

Lloyd stops halfway in the door when he sees you. His breathing halts at the sight of your body in the dress. Every curve is on full display in the thin material. He pushes through his initial reaction and walks towards you. 

“So where are we going?” you ask timidly. You’re afraid to speak at all but feel like you should try to make the most out of this situation.

He hums, nodding his head enjoying your fake positive attitude. “Well, you’ll see when we get there”

He ushers you towards the door and follows beside you down the hall. 

The two of you and his team of security pile into three different cars and caravan out into the night.

When you arrive and step out of the car, you’re in front of a huge skyscraper building. Light from the building and the others around it illuminate your face in a bright glow. 

Lloyd pushes up against your back and whispers into your ear, “You’re going to hook your arm around mine and follow me in. You’re going to stay silent the whole night and if you try talking to anyone or say anything, I will not hesitate to do something I’d prefer not to do. Do you understand?”

You tense at his threat but breathe out a shaken “Yes.”

He moves to stand beside you and you hook your arm around his. He smiles down at you pleased and walks you in.

While riding in the elevator, you can’t help but think about his body pressed against you. The way your ass and back pushed up against his thighs and chest. How he had to speak down into your ear. You know you shouldn’t think like this, for God’s sake he kidnapped you.

Up 30 or so flights to the roof, you find Lloyd and yourself in a large lounge with dim lights and loud R&B music. It looked more like a club with the crowds of people and drinks. 

“I thought you said we were going to a dinner party,” you whisper.

“I thought I told you to be quiet,” he whispers back.

You shouldn’t find him charming but his wit and charisma catch you off guard. You let him lead you through the crowds of people towards a sectioned off booth in the back. There are many men sitting around this table, all with girls on their hips. You begin to understand that you are an accessory for Lloyd tonight and you won’t play any other part but that.

In all honesty you don’t mind that much. You’re served champagne as you sit down next to him in the horseshoe booth. 

As soon as the both of you sit, you begin to drink. Not quickly but it’s really the only thing to do. Lloyd is talking to these other men about weaponry, ammunition, and drugs, and you could care less. None of it was appealing to you anyway.

At some point during the discussion you feel a warm hand land just above your knee. Your dress has a slit in it so most of your right leg is exposed. It’s Lloyd’s big, calloused hand that is touching you.

Your body floods with adrenaline and images of a fantasy flash before you. You stare at him but he doesn’t even look at you. He’s just smiling and nodding, continuing his negotiation.

Lloyd does notice you looking at him though. He notices that, and your subtle rock forward on your hips. Because of this, he moves his hand further up your thigh. With each inch, electricity crackles through your veins. 

All you want is for his hand to keep moving further up your thigh until he’s forced to confront the problem he’s created. And as if he can read your mind, his hand slowly, agonizingly, travels up your leg.

Each centimeter closer to your core starts a fire under your skin. Finally his hand comes to a stop; as close as he can be to your pussy without actually touching it. You look up at him and he’s grinning, laughing with the other men about something. 

Does he even realize what he’s doing to you? Your hips are practically bucking up at his touch.

A minute goes by, and you still haven’t fully adjusted to his hand so close to your desperate cunt. He doesn’t seem to notice though.

Without warning he sticks out his pinky and slowly drags it from your hole to your clit, over your g-string. 

He does this up and down motion a few times with his ring-clad pinky, until he finally looks at your face and sees the red in your cheeks and dizziness in your eyes. He loves how good you’re being. How silent you are even though he’s teasing you. How you don’t even lean over to whisper anything to him. 

With the confirmation of pleasure on your face, he slips his hand back down to your lower thigh. 

It’s unfair what he’s doing to you. You’re sure that everyone has just seen what happened even though the large table you’re sitting at covers the view of your legs.

The rest of the night is a blur. You’re a little stoned and pretty tipsy from the never ending drinks when you and Lloyd are together in the backseat of his limo. The substances are really soaking into your bloodstream, making you feel all hot and flustered. Lloyd’s aware of this because of the way you’re slightly leaning into him. 

It’s really not your fault, you’re intoxicated, sitting next to this huge, ripped, beast of a man who’s cologne is expensive and suffocating. You’re about to pinch yourself for your terrible thoughts when he leans down to your ear and says, “You were a very good girl tonight; I’m surprised at how well you listened”

His mustache almost tickles your ear and the feel of his breath is enough to make you spiral into a frenzy of desperation. His dominant hand snakes it’s way to your thigh once again and you shudder as he turns his body towards you. 

You look up at him distraught and his eyes are almost glowing. He’s so obsessed with the defeated look on your face, oozing desire. He rubs soft circles into your skin and that alone causes you to shift your weight forwards onto your hips. Lloyd watches at your pitiful attempt at relief. 

“Do you need me to touch you?” he asks in an infantilizing tone.

“Yes, please,” you mutter. 

And with that, things begin to happen very quickly. He hikes up your dress and rips the flimsy underwear off. 

“You know, I could feel how wet you were when I ran my finger over your pretty pussy earlier. It’s so pathetic how worked up you got from my hand on your thigh” he breathes into your neck. You don’t say anything at all because his fingers are running through your folds, playing with your heat. 

“Did I lie?” he whispers and lifts his fingers to show you how they glisten in the gaps of light from the passing street lamps. 

You shake your head no and he attaches his fingers to your clit. He rubs with the perfect amount of pressure, making you bite your lip. His thick fingers circling your delicate clit.

Lloyd begins to kiss your neck, sucking and nipping at your soft skin. He swirls his tongue on your neck, in time with his fingers, and you melt into the leather seats.

His left arm has snaked around your lower back and waist, holding you close to him, and keeping you steady. You rock your hips up into his fingers, increasing the pressure in short intervals. 

“Such a slut, trying to help herself get off,” he mumbles

You moan, unable to form any words. The way his lips move along your neck and the way his fingers send waves of warmth through you, have you close to coming undone. 

He doesn’t slow down and you’re having a hard time keeping yourself together. His fingers begin to flick side to side hitting that perfect spot.

“God, don’t stop, please don’t stop” you squeak.

You’re in ecstasy as Lloyd devours your neck and shoulders, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You arch your back and buck your hips into his motions. You whimper and pant as you’re so close to coming.

“Come on you dumb baby, cum for me” he groans into your neck, relentlessly rubbing you to euphoria.

You throw your head back and in a crash of pleasure and white light, you come. 

Your orgasm soars through your veins, making every inch of you erupt with bliss. You sail on this surf for what feels like a lifetime, but as soon as it’s over, you’re aching for it to happen again. 

His fingers slow but don’t stop until you’re shaking and clamping down on his wrist.

He doesn’t say anything, just looks at you as you catch your breath. His mouth is slightly open, looking at you with pride and lust. 

“That—I can’t believe that just happened,” you whisper after a few moments of intense eye contact. 

“You better get used to it because I’m never letting you go,” he says.

You wonder if he’s serious, but a sparkle in his eyes soothes your worries. 

Tags: @slutforchrisjamalevans @snowaiden @markiezuckie

[joannaliceevans-fanficblog]

The One That Got Away: Prologue

Yay! Here is my new fic! I got this idea from when I was writng one of the chapters for Hello Sunshine. It took me some time, to figure out, and getting the ideas going. And so here it is!

Summary: Mobster, Lloyd Hansen had everything he wanted, even the girl of his dreams, You. He loved you with all his heart, and swore to you that he would someday marry you and to never break your heart. 

You came from a broken family. With a mother that wasn’t even around, that slept with random guys and your father working for The Drysdale Family. You didn’t have the best, but your brother Andy tried to protect you, until he left. 

The day your world came crashing down, was the day that Lloyd broke your heart. 

Mob Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Before I shut up. I just wanted thank @princessofdarkwinter​ ! She’s not only beta this chapter...but she made this beautiful mood board for me! Thank you babes!

Rain and thunder poured hard as you sat in your car. Tears after tears kept pouring down, blending in with the weather outside. Anger rises within you as you hit the steering wheel. 

His words kept flowing through your mind as it broke you more and more. 

"I'm sorry. I have to honor my father's wishes." 

That one sentence kept replaying in your mind like a broken record. Lloyd kept reminding you that this wasn’t what he wanted nor the path he wanted to go and that you were the one for him. But now, none of it matters. You thought today was the day that you would tell him, but now it’s too late.

You needed to figure out where to go. You only wanted to get out of this place and never return. Heading out of the city, you ended up in the suburbs of Boston and a private neighborhood. The guards knew you and let you drive in. You ended up in an area you last visited a long time ago. You started the car and drove. 

You had no place to run to except this one place you called safe haven. You parked your car and got out. But you stood frozen in the rain. You remember how much you wanted to get out of this hell of a place, remembering when your father beat you as a child. You remember how you were warned not to be dating someone you weren’t supposed to because, in the end, you would get hurt. But you couldn't help it, and you fell in love. 

But you didn't have anyone else. Your brother lives an hour away from where you are. Starting to get drenched, you made your way up the long driveway. Making it to the front, your shaking hand rang the doorbell twice. The door opened, and a little girl about years old appeared. 

"Uncle Ebi dares a purdy lady-"

"Young lady, I told you-" 

You heard the familiar deep, rich voice. And that little girl that you knew all too well. You then looked up slowly, to see the man that you hadn't seen in over five years. 

"I-I-" You tried to get your words out, but the cold and being drenched started to take a toll on you. Your body gave out as you fell forward toward the man who caught you before you hit the ground.

The man immediately picked you up, and the little girl ran to the dining room. 

You felt like being placed down on the bed, and everything went dark. Everything seemed so fuzzy and cold. You try to make out what's going on, but all you can hear are frantic pleas from an older lady and the man carrying you. 

**

Two Days Later 

“Uncle Ebi, she's waking up!” You heard the same little girl from earlier. You tried to get up, but your body felt exhausted. 

“Olivia, let her rest, okay?” You heard, and she ran out of the room. You watched him take a seat next to you, and he took your hand into his. You took a good look at him, and you now realize who the man is.l

"Ari, I didn't know where to go. I wasn't thinking-"

"Shh, it's alright. I told you, you are always welcome. Now get some rest," Ari said with a smile, knowing no matter how heated things get between the two of you, he could be the person you could count on. 

Closing your eyes, knowing you are in a safe place. 

[holylulusworld]

AU!Lloyd Hansen masterlist

Masterlist for all AU!Lloyd Hansen stories

Contains: 💦 smut // 💔 angst // 💕 fluff // 🖤 light smut // 😈 darkish

Wrong number (Mafia AU) 😈

Right number (Mafia AU) 💦

Best bridesmaid ever (multi char) 💦

Their bride (Snippet 1) (multi char)

TBA

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TOL - I’m your daddy now (1)

TOL - I’m your daddy now (2)

TOL - I’m your daddy now (3)

TOL - I’m your daddy now (4)

Find all other stories with Steve/Chris here: CEvans Masterlist

Divider by me *for my blog use only*

[nickfowlerrr]

working on it

main masterlist

this is a list of all my wips (including requests) so we can all be on the same page in regards to what i have coming up 🖤

*these aren’t in any particular order - as you guys know, i write what i have inspiration to write and not in order of when requests were received or series were updated.* if you don't see your request on here, and did not get a response from me letting you know i'd be unable to write it, then i didn't receive it. feel free to send it in again if you'd like.

i saw @sweetpeapod’s “to do list” and it’s such a great idea i literally never would’ve thought to make one myself so all credit to her for this! 🥰

updated: 06/06/23

legend: actively writing • on hold/writer’s block • haven’t started

series

bucky barnes:

if i could - chapter five

keeping secrets - chapter seven

stucky:

trust me - chapter two

drabbles, one shots or continuations (not series)

andy barber:

waiting - pt 2

dark!professor andy

bucky barnes:

soft!dark bucky - basement wife

dark!brat tamer bucky

you can’t - pt 2

dark!ex bucky - pregnant reader (might not end up dark lolll)

when a stranger calls bucky

yandere mechanic bucky

“enemies” to lovers bucky

iou - pt 2…possible miniseries

enemies to lovers - one bed trope

die happy - chubby!reader

first time for everything - drabble

call it what you want to - pt 2

mean!bucky one shot

duke!bucky x duchess!reader (soft!dark?)

pro wrestler!bucky

charles blackwood:

dark!charles halloween fic

lee bodecker:

dark!lee - traveling!reader

dark!lee - salem witch trial

lloyd hansen:

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ransom drysdale:

delivery - one shot

mean!ransom one shot

nick fowler:

dark!nick - daddy’s dead - one shot

steve kemp:

-

steve rogers:

mean!steve one shot

stucky:

dark! road trip fic (two stories in one/choose your own adventure)

royalty au

fumbling - drabble

fawn - pt 2

requests

humble request to the queen of my lil dark heart for your sluttiest a/b/o with your man of choice inspired by ‘hurt you’ by the weeknd 🖤

bucky barnes:

request/imagine: mafia bucky x reader where bucky is very obviously obsessed/infatuated with the reader and just wants her to be his but she plays hard to get (for some time) and starts hanging out with other men so he gets jealous and punishes her (smut if you want with degradation/humiliation kink idk💀) very new to tumblr so idk if im doing this right or not. thank you! 💘

Dearie write some angry seggs with Bucky barnes

Scenario 5 10 17 22 please & Dialogue prompts 32 and 38 please with bucky 😭 he’s a total grinch throughout but seeing the reader happy makes him happy and I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🤤😮‍💨

Hey yo! I'm not sure if you're still accepting Christmas prompts or anything (I've absolutely loved reading them) But I've been listening to this song on repeat and idk, I can just imagine the reader singing it to Buck on their first christmas together, and him falling even more in love with them. Anywho, happy holidays, can't wait to read anything and everything you bless us all with 🥰❤️🎄

What would have happened in a AU version of your dark biker Bucky finding his soulmate finally…and also meeting her husband?

What if the reader had a really toxic husband who wouldn’t let her go or let their divorce proceed unless she cheated on him? Only the man she picks for her affair, Bucky Barnes, is WAY worse than her husband and she doesn’t realize until it’s too late? (No idea though if this is like a mobster Bucky or Winter Solider or some other profession)

a bucky fic of any length based on this text exchange with my husband (who’s deployed) ((i’m the red bubble lol)) 🥹 you work is magic so i trust however you wanna take this

Bellllaaaaa hiiii:) I’m hooked on biker/bartender bucky(even tattoo artist bucky) with fucking Tats right now and I’d totally love if you could maybe write him and chubby/plus sized reader having a flirty relationship, maybe they’re like a fling or something. She works at his bar/tattoo shop, whichever au you pick, and they’re just fucking flirty and so naughty together lol. Smut is always welcomed!! Thank u bby in advance<3 mwahhh🥺💋

Was curious if you could do a TFAWS Bucky request? Reader is a curvy plus size gal, and Sam has been trying and trying to get Bucky to ask her out. Then one day, he finds her really upset and self conscious… He finally lets his true feelings show, trying to make her feel better… maybe it turns into more? 👀🥰 Like…. ‘Let me just show you how beautiful you are..’ kinda thing lol. I really hope that made sense ☠️☠️

charles blackwood:

Hello there I want to ask... Do you still write Charles blackwood x reader fanfic? It has to be very romantic but very naughty. Charles being very sexy and dominating. It is also the reader's very first time with him too. Can it include a photo of Charles as well? Thanks x

max burnett:

Hi can I request a max Burnett x plus!size reader.

nick fowler:

Okay, speaking of thots, having the Nick Fowler says something sexy in Romanian and leaves gifs back-to-back with the 'no, I'm not okay; I should be sucking his dick rn" thot was— 🥵 Think you could combine those two into a little (or big, would not complain 😉) something something? 😘🤍 👉🏻👈🏻

I’m reading a book about the history evolution of dating, and it has this section on sugar daddies and babies. Apparently a lot of sugar babies are warned not to fall for their daddies, but the women report that usually it’s the other way around and the men fall for them. So what about a soft dark mafia Nick who quickly gets obsessed with his sugar baby reader? He just get more intense the more she denies an emotion connection because it’s just bad business on her end.

pwyc! bucky:

Hi I loved your Pretty when you cry series read it twice already and you did a amazing job 🥰 I was wondering if you could write the reader from that series being catcalled by some creep and dark biker Bucky witnesses it and completely losing it and defending her and maybe it ends with some fluff I hope you have a lovely day or night ❤️

OK maybe After Reading your Dark Soulmate Story I want/need more 😁 So I was thinking about Bucky and the Curvy Reader. Was there ever a time when Bucky Breaks down and cry? Like, He is so Hurt that he is Not Angry but gets really sad? How would the Reader react? How would Bucky himself react? Thanks again For creating These two and thank you For your time🖤 i Love them.

Hi Bella! So you’re my fav tumblr writer and I’m never gonna get over pwyc cause it’s pretty fucking amazing, and I don’t know if you’re taking requests for drabbles or anything like that, but I thought I might as well ask! So imagine that Bucky and Y/N have been living together for a while and things have been great, but Bucky is thinking of proposing, but Y/N is so not ready to get married or have kids, and her and Bucky get into a huge fight over it, and maybe she briefly moves out, and Bucky is basically lost but like also super angry cause we all know he doesn’t take rejection too well, but in the end they make up and by that I mean smut, and you can decide if they get engaged or not, but yeah that’s basically it

Hi! I love pwyc so much then when i saw the new trust series was from you I did a little happy dance! I was wondering if i could request a little drabble of what would happen if reader found out she was pregant and how biker Bucky would react? If not no pressure honestly love all your fics thanks for sharing them with us!

Belllllllaaaaa I have a request to make for pwyc series💕❤️ Imagine bucky getting possessive and jealous of readers coworkers, the reader trying to escape when he thought they were finally getting somewhere in their relationship…..😬😬 would he be angry or upset just love feral bucky 🫣😭🥵

Pwyc reader having nightmare about that night Bucky raped her. While dark!pwyc Bucky is sleeping right next to her. So reader started crying in her sleep,tears and all (cause that's what she does best) from the nightmare with him in it and woke Bucky up. Bucky can tell what it was about and started to soothe her nightmares the only way his perverted ass knows how. He started nuzzling and kissing her neck all over and kiss all her all over her face including her lips,eyes and her tears away while his hands roam all over her body to wake her up. Reader woke up still crying and Bucky ended up giving her the most gentlest (?),angsty or passionate sex? Idk,it doesn't have to be gentle. Just like really angsty and passionate in a really pwyc dark!Bucky way to show reader he's her only choice no matter what so she just gonna learn how to love him and get over her fear and nigthmare with the fear and nightmare himself. And maybe some angsty stomach flipping aftercare afterwards. Dark! request ofc. This can be during pwyc or after pywc,it's up to you. Reader being a crybaby makes this fic special to me :,D Been looking for a pic like this. Thank you so much and sorry if my English sucks a lil. I try. Tysm again 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Hiii Bella!! I love your writing so much, you're very talented 😍 I found the pwyc series about three days ago and I've read it twice 😅 I wasn't that productive at work ig 🤣 as a curvy girl myself who falls very close into the description of the reader/soulmate who loves Bucky, I felt very satisfied. So... I'm rubbish at requests but I thought I would like to ask for something and it's nice that you're kind and understanding so I don't feel too anxious about doing so 👀 so... what about reader going out shopping a dress for an occasion (idk what exactly, something formal-ish ig... a birthday party/dinner maybe?) and the shop assistants make her feel bad by saying things like "we don't have clothes in that big of a size, miss" or "this doesn't suit your fat thighs/stomach" (this has happened a lot to me, unfortunately)? And she gets home sad and spends all week self-loathing and insecure, wearing very baggy clothes and starving herself and pwyc bucky doesn't exactly get what's going on because she doesn't want to discuss it but he feels how down she feels and worries. Then he hears her explaining the experience to eva and he becomes a man on a mission. He has one thing in mind; to shower her with compliments, sweet nothings and have beautiful, passionate and rough sex with her 😏 (and also decides to punch whoever said sh*t about his girl). Thank youuu 💜💜 P.S. Sorry if this was too long☺️

hiii so i just thought of pwyc fluff (bc i love two hopeless romantics) so uhhh what if reader gives bucky a pet name? calls him "love" in front of his friends and bucky just melts and swoons

I just want pwyc reader and bucky to have kids 🫣😬😂 it would be so unexpected and I’m sure bucky would be super excited even if the news comes out of the blue 🥺🥺💕💕 it would be so funny though 😂😂

Just finished your dark soulmate Bucky fic-absolutely loved it, stayed up WAY too late reading it because I couldn’t stop. I was wondering if kids are ever discussed between them? I feel like no for both of them because Bucky seems too greedy to share the reader/lose time with her and I don’t know if the reader would really want babies with him after their start, even if she’s forgiven him. But I do wonder what would happen to Bucky’s mindset-does having a daughter make him realize any new aspects of what he did? Does a son make him worry about raising a man who could do what Bucky did to his own soulmate?

I have a pwyc prompt! Reader borrows Bucky’s beloved car as hers is in his shop. He tells her to be careful as it’s his baby. She misjudges a turn and wrecks it, only gets minor cuts/bruises but goes hospital to get checked out in case concussion. She doesn’t want to see bucky - freaking out about seeing him and admitting she crashed his baby but of course his main worries lie with someone else’s welfare!

what if reader wasn't bucky's soulmate but he wants her anyway. (long request)

Sorry in advance if this is too indulgent even for fanfic, but would you be interested in a prompt where pwyc Bucky is thrilled that the reader is gaining weight? Either because he takes it as a sign that she’s happy so she eating more, they’re going out on fun dates and have delicious things to eat or they’re spending too much time together for her to work out, etc etc. but he’s super into it. And loves to show it, especially during moments when she’s upset about it? So it’s something positive instead of negative.

Hi Bella. Love your work and love that you write curvy/plus size reader as I’m a curvier girl myself. I was wondering if you could write a Drabble/fic with pwyc bucky worshipping/praising reader’s bigger body - maybe she’s having a bad self image day or similar and he kisses all of her curves and lumps/bumps because he genuinely adores her figure and also is very much turned on by her even if she sometimes worries his muscular frame would be better suited to smaller partners as he’s so in shape.

This but she hurts herself bad?🤔🥺

“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” Hmm how about breeding kink combined with marking kink. I believe the possessive side of Bucky here would absolutely eat this up and be feral. Would love to see your take on this, but if you don’t want, that’s okay! Thank youuu! 🫶🏻

Hi Bella! I have an idea for a PWYC Drabble please don’t feel obligated to respond or make it. So today I was walking and some total jerks yelled out the window calling me fat. I wonder how Bucky would either comfort reader or handle it. I know you have something similar with your knight drabble. Thank you for all of the incredible work you’ve given us, this is my favorite series of all time— you’re a great writer. ♥️🥹

Hi! I’m a huge fan of PWYC and I was wondering if you thought about doing a pregnancy one shot, or multiple shots related to Bucky and reader starting a family? I’m curious how the dynamic would be considering how Bucky already acts towards reader and how he tends to be very loving but also on consistent watch over reader. If you don’t like the idea or aren’t interested that’s totally okay too!

steve rogers:

I would love to see a stalker Steve Rogers who thinks he’s “courting” you when he buys you presents off your (private) wishlists, takes care of chores around the house when you’re sleeping or away, has lunch delivered to your workplace for you, etc. (sure it’s scary and weird all these things are happening to you, but I would also like to come home to packages on my porch and my lawn mowed, you know?)

[kthynes]

Hii!!! In Husband for Hire in the hearts dilemma, I kinda wondered what happened when Lloyd went to talk to mi Luna? How was she feeling after the whole ordeal with her fathers men and what did he say to her?

to your hearts content

18+

authors note: a follow up to the hearts dilemma. Lloyd struggles with showing true emotional intelligence. He’s a caveman with secrets. In this series, the reader and LH will always be under fire for something and so he has to constantly assure and safeguard mi Luna, even beyond their T&C. But sometimes shit gets past him and even though he’s the most dangerous mobster he still finds it voraciously hard to protect the girl he loves.

This has not been beta’d

Breathing stout and unsteady, it took everything in you to calm down, disbarring the pitiful looks from Maria and the house help who would precariously walk in and out of the suite. Life was coming at you fast, paralyzing you in your tracks.

“She’s not saying much, Mr. Hansen.” Maria finally states from behind the bedroom door. She idles by with Lloyd for a good minute, contemplating their stark indifferences with sullen expectitude.

“Did she eat?” He asks and you hear his genuine concern. Maria shakes her head no. There’s silence that grafts the unknown, proving that little could be said or done.

In Lloyd’s room you were sitting upright in an abandoned lazy boy, knees drawn close to your chest, hair sopping wet while recollecting a near death experience. Your father knew. He knew you were playing games. Figuratively sleeping with the enemy. Fear was insolvent so were the many wire transfers that kept you in the clear.

“I’ll take care of her tonight.” Lloyd wagers and after a few short words in exchange, Maria’s pointed feet scurried down the hallway. Lloyd sucks in a deep breath and raps at the door, honoring his presence while coming into yours.

“Mi Luna?”

Radio silence. Nothing. Cujo, who protectively lays by your feet, perks his head up when Lloyd decides to enter the room, uninvited. “Sweetheart…” He tenderly coaxes from the crux of his own despair. Your glassy eyes meet his, following a painful proclamation that leaves your lips.

“This is getting way out of hand, Lloyd.” The madness was maddening. You were lucky to be unscathed this time around but the chances were a gamble. There wouldn’t be a next time. Lloyd made sure of it with rigor.

“I know and it won’t get any easier but I promise you that I—“

“See the thing is I want to trust you but I don’t.” You disassociate and the man you felt guarded from was crumbling, yearning to be your everything when all you did tactfully was shut him out. “Promises mean nothing to me.”

“I have you in my home, under my guise. You are my fight, my first, my last and my everything.” He confesses, Sebastian’s words are rearing him to be impassioned and truthful. “I saw what I needed to see today and with utmost conviction, I will not let your father take you away from me.”

Your brows beetle together, discernible digression takes form. He says what he means and means what he says.

“Are you in love with me Lloyd Hansen?”

He’s bludgeoned with disbelief, standing right before you and away from Cujo who wonders the same. Like mother like pup.

“Love is a choice and a feeling that I don’t feel.” He glumly adds, concealing his true feelings that gnaw at him to be amorous. “I’m only owing favours here.”

“Of course.” You scoff, remembering the initial plan.

“Now come down. Let’s eat.”

A part of you is hurt by his dismissive tendency. But time would reveal his whole hand to you and you’ll just have to wait till then. Because if there’s one thing most certain, it’s the fact that Lloyd was a no good liar, a harping lover and someone who’d look to you as his forever. You don’t miss his aim nor his intention. That look in his eye told you everything you needed to confirm.

[jtargaryen18]

Ok but, I need to know how triggered is Steve after he heard Hansen calling his wife “Princess”? Because I get some slight I’m obsessed with my wife and even if I try to look tough I’d kill every man who dares to even look at her vibes from the mobster.

Okay, this is a loaded potato of a statement. First, oh hell yes that's Steve's way of thinking. Yes, it very much is.

But, how does Lloyd know Steve calls his wife princess? Yeah, things are about to explode over here... 😱👀😎

Perfect timing. Thank you! 🙏

[not-another-fangirl]

Lmao at the ending!😂😂 This had the perfect amount of angst and fluff. I loved it!❤️

The Mobster’s Wife

pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Plus size reader

a/n: hey cuties, this is my first time writing a Mob AU so I really hope you all like it. Please read the warnings before moving forward.

warnings: 18+ Minors Dni Mob AU, mentions of being a mobster and implied themes, no graphic details, angst, arranged marriage, crying, reader has body insecurities, implied body shaming (not from Lloyd), cooking and eating mentioned, doubts of infidelity (but nothing really), overthinking, fluff, soft moments, kissing, mention of sex but nothing happens, flirting. Let me know if I missed anything.

words: 5.3k

Comments and Reblogs are appreciated

Some say you are happiest on the day you become a bride.

In your case, you didn’t even know what to feel. A cloud of confusion wrapped you up when you walked down the aisle. All eyes on you, judging, measuring and probably calculating the outcome of this wedding.

Your eyes landed on the man you were destined to call your husband. His jaw sharp, beautiful blue eyes that had a sense of dominance in them, plump pink lips making a straight line, making it hard to read what might be going in his mind. But the feature that stood out most on his conventionally beautiful face, was a neatly trimmed moustache.

Everything was mechanical after that, the vows, the rings, the kiss, everything. Cheers and claps brought you out of the trance and it hit you suddenly that you were indeed married at that point. You were Mrs. Hansen.

Dinner involved loud toasts and speeches, mainly with the intention of impressing your husband. Everyone wanted to be in his good books, and why wouldn’t they? Lloyd Hansen was one of the most powerful and influential mobsters of the city. And the man lived up to his image.

Even though everything was so loud around you, you didn’t miss the absolute silence that surrounded your husband and you. And that silence continued when you found yourself in front of your new house, a massive one.

Being the daughter of a mobster, you were not unfamiliar with luxury and riches, sure you tried to stay away from all of it as much as possible because you didn’t want to be a part of the mobster life, in fact you wanted to get out of the city, the country if it was possible and live an independent life, away from it all.

But life had other plans, or rather your family. You hardly knew the man you got married to. His house spoke a lot about him, you realised as you walked inside his grand home. Dark hues all around, had a gorgeous glow, minimalistic and fashionable, a lot like the man who was walking beside you. The silence still there.

It was only broken when his men entered, they exchanged a few words, your focus on taking in the interiors of your new home.

When they left, your husband turned towards you, as if finally seeing you. The more his sharp gaze took you in, the more insecure you felt about yourself. You wrapped your hands around your upper body and looked down, but his gaze didn’t leave you yet. You felt heat rushing to your cheeks. The heat was gone in a moment as a cold voice reached your ears.

“Your room is upstairs, you can decorate it however you want to.” Lloyd spoke, his first words to you “My room is downstairs and I like my privacy. I don’t expect much from you but there are certain rules you must follow. There are areas in this house which are off limits. The rest you are free to explore unless I tell you not to, in case I have some important meeting here. Don’t go out of the house without informing me. I’ll arrange a car for you.”

There was complete lack of emotions behind his voice as he went on with the rules.

“I expect you the follow the rules, another thing I expect from you, but won’t demand, is for you to cook for me.” And with that Lloyd left you behind making his way upstairs. When he saw you weren’t following him, he stood in his place and sighed.

“Do I have to invite you? I’m showing you your room, hurry up I don’t have all the time in the world.” Lloyd didn’t try to hide his irritation.

So that was how your married life was supposed to be. Sure it was an arranged marriage, you weren’t expecting love. And you knew from what you had heard about Lloyd that he wasn’t exactly a soft man. You wondered what this marriage had in store for you, as you went up the stairs.

With a huff, Lloyd opened the door of your room. You both went inside. A big but dull room, not like the rest of the house you saw. Perhaps a guest room?

“This will be your room from now on. No one will disturb you here. If you want to buy something for your room, or something for yourself go ahead. here keep this card.” Lloyd gave you a credit card. You were still in a haze about everything. Was this how mob marriages were supposed to be?

Before the wedding one of your main concerns was to share a room and a bed with a stranger. At least that won’t be a problem. But you didn’t feel relieved at all, a pit of doubt formed in your stomach. Was this all happening because of your appearance? He must had known how you looked before agreeing to the marriage right? Or maybe you were overthinking and this was just how most of these marriages were. Mobsters had the image of being with many women. Perhaps Lloyd was one of them.

All you could do was nod to let your husband know you had understood everything. With that Lloyd left your room. As the door shut, a little harshly maybe, all the negative thoughts came rushing to you, and it didn’t help when you ventured in front of the mirror and saw yourself in your wedding dress. Alone, on your wedding night.

You used to have some insecurities about your body but you had tried your best to overcome them and you were definitely in a much better place. That was before you were left alone in that big room, on your wedding night.

It was difficult to explain, because not that you were eager to be sleeping with a stranger, a mobster, the worst ideas about what he might do to you and your body had already flashed in front of your eyes many times before the wedding. Mob families were full of misogyny, hence there was an unspoken, actually sometimes directly spoken rule of pleasing the husbands, and always doing what they said. You were nervous and scared about your wedding night, but even with those multiple thoughts, being left alone somehow didn’t cross your mind. Did Lloyd leave because he didn’t like the way you looked? Did he leave because he wasn’t at all attracted to you?

Lloyd didn’t even talk to you properly, or ask anything about you. Just informed you what he wanted to and left. You hardly knew him but you sure wanted to learn more about the man you were supposed to spend your life with, unfortunately or fortunately, that didn’t seem to be the case with Lloyd.

Your luggage was already there in your room and you changed into something comfortable. The bed was big, and soft. You lied down and covered up yourself with a blanket. Sleep sleep sleep sleep. Tried your best to fall in slumber. And you did, eventually after some turning and tossing.

The next morning you woke up and got ready for the day. You made your way down towards the kitchen. All it took was a little exploring, and you found some ingredients and utensils to make a simple breakfast. You didn’t know what Lloyd liked so you decided to stick to classics. Toast, eggs, bacon and a fresh pot of coffee.

Soon you could hear footsteps towards the kitchen, and the confidence the footsteps had, made it clear, it was none other than the owner of the house. You looked at him, even in the morning he was well dressed, hair neatly gelled back.

“Morning” you wished Lloyd and in return got a nod. “I’ve made breakfast, didn’t know what you like-” you couldn’t finish before Lloyd made his way towards the dining table, and started reading a newspaper. Clearly not interested in listening to whatever you had to say.

You took a deep breath, and tried to deny the little pang you felt in your chest. Serving the breakfast on a plate, and pouring coffee in a cup, you took it to the table and placed it in front of your husband. His face was still behind the newspaper.

“I hope you like the food.” And finally the newspaper was out of the way and Lloyd looked straight into your eyes. His piercing gaze had quite an effect on you. No further words were exchanged.

Lloyd started eating and you joined him on the table with your food and coffee. You wanted to start a conversation but didn’t know how. Lloyd’s focus was on the food, his phone chimed and his focus shifted towards his phone. You gave up and started eating.

He was soon done eating and with a quick ‘thank you’ he left you alone. Again.

And that became your routine for the next few days. You were alone most of the time, explored the house, the parts you were allowed to see of course, got acquainted with it. There was a Television in your room and you decided to binge watch something, to keep yourself distracted from other things.

The only time you weren’t alone was during breakfast and sometimes dinner, Lloyd generally accompanied you. He had informed you he was usually out during the day so no need to prepare lunch for him and that sometimes he would come home late so not to wait for him. You always prepared dinner for him though, when he was late you kept it in the fridge. Left a note there, to let him know.

One night, when Lloyd was late again, you decided to wait up. When he arrived it was quite late. You were sitting at the dining table, reading a book to stay up.

“What are you doing?” Lloyd’s deep voice made his presence known. You were quite invested in the book so you didn’t hear his footsteps.

“I’m- I was waiting for you to come home” Lloyd sighed and ran his fingers through his now slightly disheveled hair. “How was your day?” You asked bravely, hoping to get some response from him. Anything.

“I told you, you don’t have to stay up for me. You should have gone to bed.”

“I wanted to. I wanted to check on you.”

“You don’t have to.” Lloyd sighed again. “And to answer your question, I’m alive aren’t I? So you can get from that how my day was.” You gulped and looked down.

“I’ve made dinner.” You almost whispered.

“Yeah I can heat it and have it on my own, you don’t have to stay. You can go sleep.” Only if he understood that you wanted to stay.

Or maybe he did understand that, and that was why he wanted you to leave. Maybe he didn’t want to spend time with you. Not like Lloyd had not done or said anything to make you fee otherwise. The time you spent together felt obligatory or just to maintain decency. You wished him a good night and went back to your room.

There wasn’t much change in the following few weeks, except you stopped trying to make conversation with your husband. You did what you were supposed to and kept to yourself.

“I have a party to attend today” Lloyd spoke while you two were having breakfast. Why was he informing you suddenly? He hardly ever told you his plans for the day. Was he- was he inviting you to go with him? You got lost in your thoughts and Lloyd tried to figure what you might be thinking.

“You’re invited as well but you don’t have to go, I’m don’t think you’ll like the company.” Oh, it wasn’t an invitation. You nodded. Of course Lloyd didn’t want you there. Why would he? He would probably be embarrassed if he was seen with you. The man was quite attractive, gorgeous beautiful ladies were desperate for him. God they’d probably lick his wounds if he just spared them a glance. There was no way he would want to be seen with you.

You let out an ‘okay’ and focused on eating. Lloyd could sense something going on in your head but he didn’t know you enough and shouldn’t assume anything. As usual he was finished eating before you and he left the table with his usual ‘thank you’.

Sleep felt like a distant thought that night. Your mind filled with thoughts of Lloyd and what he might be doing in the party. Did he have a mistress, or many? Was that another reason he didn’t want you at the party, would she be there?

You desperately tried to remove those thoughts from your mind and think about positive things, but you didn’t find any. Eventually your mind got tired of thinking and let you sleep.

The next morning you had breakfast alone. No sign of Lloyd. Later you got a call from him.

“I’ll come home early today, I have a meeting in the evening. I’ll have some people over. And I don’t want you to come down tonight when the meeting takes place, understood? Stay in your room.” And as soon as he was done speaking he hung up the phone.

The rest of the day went by quickly and soon it was evening. You had already prepared dinner so that you won’t have to go down later. Unfortunately you didn’t bring up any of that food to your room.

It was getting late and you were getting hungry. Maybe if you quickly grabbed some food it won’t be a problem. Besides, the meeting was taking place in the office, which was far away from the kitchen.

You silently went down and opened the door of the fridge, but before you could do anything, an angry, very angry Lloyd appeared behind you.

“Do you not know how to follow simple instructions?”

You kept quiet, looked away.

“Answer me. I don’t like repeating myself.”

“I’m sorry I just-“

“You’re sorry? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? I told you not to come down. It was a simple and clear instruction. Are you that dumb?”

And the angrier his tone got, the more you lost control of your emotions.

“I-“ You looked at him with teary eyes.

“Are you fucking crying right now? Is that supposed make me feel bad when you’re the one who didn’t follow instructions? You know what, I’m done talking to you. Go up to your room and cry all you want there. Just not in front of me. I have a meeting to get back to. I don’t have time-“ The tables turned, and it was Lloyd who couldn’t finish his sentence this time. You ran past him. Went up to your room as quickly you could and shut the door.

Lloyd sighed and went back to his meeting. You on the other hand cried your heart out. Everything piled up together and you couldn’t hold it in any longer. In that moment you truly realised how alone you were. You had no one, and your husband hated you.

When Lloyd’s meeting got over, he went to the kitchen. As soon as he opened the door of the fridge to get his dinner, he realised there was another container of food, resembling the one kept for him.

Oh fuck. You must had come down to get your dinner. Lloyd closed the fridge and made his way up to your bedroom. He wasn’t sure what he would do or say, but his feet were moving on their own towards your room, before his mind could process much.

As he stood outside your room, he could hear your cries. Lloyd didn’t feel much for people, but something about you was breaking all his walls and he was nervous about it. He barely knew you. Lloyd didn’t trust people easily. That didn’t mean it didn’t affect him at all to see you cry. To hurt you unintentionally. He was just trying to protect you from any kind of possible danger.

Lloyd realised that damage was already done and it would be better to give you space. That was how your husband always tried to make you feel comfortable, by giving you space. If he only knew it was having the exact opposite effect.

The next day you didn’t show up for breakfast. Lloyd found the kitchen empty as well as the dining table. He realised he had royally fucked up. Or maybe you were simply late? But you were never late.

Lloyd decided to wait for you. His day was comparatively less packed. An hour turned into two. Still there was no sign of you. With a deep sigh. Lloyd made his way up to your bedroom. He knocked on your door.

You woke up early in the morning after crying yourself to sleep last night. But you didn’t feel like leaving your room. You were still wrapped up in your blanket when you heard the knock on the door. Maybe Lloyd was angry because you didn’t make breakfast, but to be fair you didn’t really care about it at that moment. Dragging your feet towards the door, you opened it.

Your eyes were puffy due to crying. But you made sure not to drop a single drop of tear in front of your husband. No words came out of you, you didn’t have anything to say to be fair.

“You should get something to eat.” Lloyd managed to speak out, his voice had no anger. A little concern maybe but you were too upset to notice.

“I don’t feel like eating”

“But you-“ Lloyd cleared his throat “you haven’t eaten anything since yesterday” A humourless chuckle left your mouth.

“That doesn’t concern you does it? It’s not like you care.”

“Doesn’t matter if I care or not” Lloyd replied.

“You don’t care, just admit you don’t. Admit that you are embarrassed by me and that’s why you didn’t want anyone to see me. That’s why you were so adamant about me not going down wasn’t it? You are ashamed of me.” Your voice was slowly getting louder.

“You think I asked you to stay in your room because I’m ashamed of you? The people who were attending the meeting were dangerous people, bad people, I wanted you to stay here so that you were safe. I was trying to protect you.”

“Really? Everyone is afraid of you, what possibly could those people have done?”

“Well I’m not going to justify my decisions. It’s my responsibility to protect you and that’s what I was doing.”

“Fine, even if that was the case yesterday, what about the day before, when you didn’t want me to go to that party, huh? You even said I was invited, still didn’t take me with you, why? I’ll tell you, it’s because you are ashamed of me.”

“The only reason I didn’t take you with me is because I have heard you don’t like the mob world. I thought this marriage is already a burden for you and that I shouldn’t trouble you more by making you attend these parties.” Lloyd spoke loudly but only to make his point. But he wasn’t angry at you, he was angry at himself for making you feel that he might be ashamed of you. That wasn’t the case at all. Lloyd knew this marriage was just a deal, between two Mob families. Of course it wasn’t an ideal marriage, and whatever he had heard about you, from his different sources, was that you didn’t want to belong in this world of violence, but unfortunately you got married into it. So giving you space felt like he was doing you a favour.

Lloyd wasn’t always proud of everything he did but he knew it was necessary. That made him believe the less you knew about him, the less you would dislike him. He didn’t want his wife to dislike him, or worse, be scared of him. Hence pushing you away seemed like the only reasonable thing to do.

But in that moment, Lloyd realised keeping you at distance had a reverse effect than what he had intended.

“I’m not ashamed of you. I didn’t realise you felt like that.” You kept quiet, still looking away “Hey look at me.” And you did.

“There is actually another party tonight, I wasn’t gonna go anyway, but if you want to, we can both go together.” You weren’t really in the mood to attend a party, but if it was just crumbs you were gonna get as hopes of spending time with your husband, then you were gonna take them.

“Alright. We can go together.” Came your reply, and Lloyd gave you a nod.

“Let’s have breakfast now come on.”

“You haven’t had breakfast yet?” You asked and he shook his head.

“What do you wanna eat?“ You asked.

“I was thinking about cooking today. Do you like pesto eggs?”

For the first time in your married life, you didn’t feel that distant to your husband. It wasn’t like you both talked a lot, hardly in fact, still it felt like the air around you was a little more relaxed than usual.

The pesto eggs Lloyd made were truly very delicious.

“This is so good.” You commented without looking up from your plate. Lloyd smiled.

Your husband had some work to do, he went to complete them in his home office, while you decided to do something about your current cried out appearance. You were nervous about what to wear for the party.

Finally settled on a long black dress that wasn’t too tight, or too loose, just the perfect fit, most importantly one that looked pretty good, and made you feel comfortable.

When Lloyd saw you in that dress it was very hard for him to not keep staring at you. You always looked so cute but tonight, wow.

“You look nice.” You weren’t used to many compliments. And thus you didn’t really know how to respond to them and decided to stick with the classic response, ‘thank you’

“You look nice too.” It was true, actually Lloyd always looked so handsome. You would be lying if you said you haven’t stared at him from time to time when he wasn’t looking.

The car ride to the party was mostly silent. Both of you stole glances when you thought the other wasn’t looking. One time you caught Lloyd looking at you and you couldn’t help but feel shy under his gaze. Before getting out of the car Lloyd finally broke the silence.

“As I had said earlier, these people might not be the best company for you, but since we are here, let’s try to have a good time. But if something happens, if you feel uncomfortable or even boring, just let me know and we’ll leave. Alright?” You nodded as a smile appeared on your face. Maybe he did care about you.

The party was truly nothing you had ever seen or experienced. Mobsters, rich businessmen, influential people everywhere, not to forget the gorgeous women adding to the grandeur of the party. And the air carried a distinct smell of alcohol mixed with hints of danger.

It was all kind of overwhelming, and something about the party wasn’t sitting right with you, maybe simply because it was all new to you, and also because Lloyd rightly said those people weren’t definitely your ideal company.

Lloyd introduced you to some people before excusing himself when he was called by others. You tried roaming around but the way most people looked you up and down, scanning, wondering how you were chosen as the lucky one to be Lloyd Hansen’s wife made you feel uneasy.

You tried to ignore the whispers and poorly covered laughs, you even heard things like ‘her father must be very influential and rich if Lloyd married someone like her’ and ‘of course this marriage is nothing but a deal, look at them, they don’t fit together’

Their words finally got to you when your eyes began to moisten. You made your way towards the bar, but there were too many people present. Who were you kidding when you thought you can belong in this world? Most of those people were either too heartless, too misogynistic or too full of themselves. Definitely not your type of crowd. Those people only understood money and power.

Your eyes automatically started scanning for Lloyd. You didn’t have to look much, as the man appeared right beside you.

“What’s wrong?” His question made you look away to wipe off any sign of tears, his words still fresh in your mind which had made you decide never to cry in front of him.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine. Did someone say anything to you?” His voice a mixture of concern and anger, anger which you could feel wasn’t directed towards you.

You shook your head. Technically it wasn’t a lie, no one said anything directly to you. Lloyd didn’t push you more on that topic. The way you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your hands made it quite evident that no matter what happened, you didn’t feel comfortable in that atmosphere.

“We’re leaving, come on. This party is too boring anyway.”

The ride back home was almost nerve wracking. Would Lloyd be angry at you? He did say you probably won’t like the party but you still wanted to go. And now you’re leaving quite early. Although Lloyd hadn’t shown any signs of anger towards you, the slight tick in his jaw made you feel worried.

As soon as you were home, you decided it’s best to get to the point and apologise before things could go wrong any further.

“I’m sorry.” Your random apology caught Lloyd off guard.

“Huh? What are you apologising for?” His question made you question yourself. Exactly, why were you? Except the part that you didn’t take Lloyd’s suggestion and still went to the party, you didn’t exactly do anything wrong, did you?

“I- I don’t know. I’m sorry to disappoint you I guess.”

“You didn’t disappoint me.” Lloyd took a deep breath. “Can I ask you something, answer me honestly, why did you want to go to that party? It was clear you didn’t feel comfortable there, and that those assholes aren’t exactly your ideal type of people. You have grown up in a mob family, I’m sure you know how those people can get, and I’m also sure you are not like them. So why?” You gulped. Lloyd definitely knew more about you than you expected, or he very quickly had understood a lot about you.

“I get so alone in the house. I didn’t want to feel so lonely, I wanted to spend time with you.” You answered without beating around the bush. Not that it didn’t make you extremely nervous to say those words. A smile, no a smirk appeared on Lloyd’s face.

“Hmm so my pretty wife wanted attention from me? If that was the case you could have just asked for it” Lloyd came closer to you with each word. But then the playfulness of his tone shifted to something more caring “Did I actually make you feel so alone?” You nodded

“Truth be told, I felt giving you space was what you needed. I know it’s not easy giving up your life and start living with a stranger, that to with a mobster. It felt like the less you know about me the better it would be. But now, I guess it wasn’t such a good idea.” Lloyd confessed and gently held your hand. “I’ll try to do better from now on.”

“Lloyd, you know, I thought you kept your distance from me because of the way I look, many people have implied I’m not beautiful before, so I got used to it. And when you didn’t interact much with me, even though I tried, I thought that was the case.“

“Who told you you’re not beautiful? Did someone insult you? Give me names, you know I can-“ Your chuckle stopped him mid-speech. You couldn’t help it, you liked the way he suddenly got all protective over you.

“Listen, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and you have the most beautiful heart. Far too beautiful for an asshole like me.”

In that moment, he didn’t feel like Mobster Lloyd, but just your husband.

“Now coming back to the part where you wanted my attention,” Lloyd teased and you couldn’t help they way you felt warm. Your husband had a smirk on his face as he took in your form.

“How about you go get changed and come to my room?” A soft gasp escaped your lips on hearing that. Lloyd chuckled.

“Don’t worry I’m just inviting you to my room, not asking to have sex with you,” he paused and leaned closer to your ear “Unless you want to.” Shivers ran down your body, because of the proximity and his words. Involuntarily you bit your lip and tried to form a reply.

“No, um- not yet. I don’t even know you properly.”

“Well you don’t need to know someone to have sex with them wifey, hope you know that, hm?” Did the man know what he was doing to you? He definitely did, his cocky attitude and smirk made it clear.

“I know that, but you’re not just someone are you? You’re my husband, and I want to know you first.”

“You’re a smart girl, wifey. I like that.” A genuine smile graced Lloyd’s face “Alright then, freshen up and come to my room.” You nodded and quickly went to your room to get changed.

As you stood in front of Lloyd’s bedroom, you felt excited but also nervous, but before you could ponder much, Lloyd came out.

“Come on in” your husband held the door open for you. Lloyd’s room was not only big but matched his personality perfectly. “You look cute.” You weren’t sure what to wear so you decided to go with some comfy shorts and T-shirt.

“Thank you.” Lloyd motioned at the bed for you to get in.

“Make yourself comfortable.” You sat down on the bed while Lloyd lied down beside you.

“Are you planning to sleep like that?” he asked you with a chuckle. Well he had a point, so eventually you lied down beside him.

It all felt so foreign, and so weird to be sharing a bed with your husband more than a month later after getting married. You were feeling overwhelmed, happy and sad at the same time.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours? Don’t think too much okay? Let’s focus on this moment.” Lloyd tried to be as sweet as he could. “I’m happy you are here. I don’t really know how to apologise because I haven’t had to till now, but I apologise for being rude, and hurting you.” You gave him a smile.

“Can we try to be there for each other from now on?” The sincerity in your tone and the soft expression on your face made Lloyd feel things he didn’t realise he could.

“Yeah, let’s try that.” His answer was good enough for you.

After taking your permission, your husband softly wrapped his arm around you. You felt protected. And not alone.

Lloyd leaned in and waited till you gave him a nod, then attached his lips to yours. This was different than the first kiss you shared together, on your wedding day. It was full of care and compassion and didn’t feel obligatory.

In that moment you were hopeful about the future and what it brought for the two of you. Maybe married life won’t be so bad.

“Hey, let’s get some sleep now okay? You’ve had a long day.” It was true, you could feel the exhaustion in your body. You gave him a nod.

“Although before we sleep, I have a very important question to ask” Lloyd asked seriously and it made you look at him curiously.

“What do you think about my Moustache?”

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

It's spooky szn bitches 🖤✨ but first here's my list of everything I read in September!

As always, please give these gorgeous writers all the love they deserve by reblogging their work. The majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Happy reading ✨

Eddie Munson ✨

Much ado about books by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Bookshop AU)

Runaways by @mypoisonedvine

eddie munson x reader

Diving deep / sinking beneath / further under by @sexyprise

Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Be mine by @flordeamatista

dilf!bucky barnes x reader

Better than before by @angrythingstarlight

Roommate!Bucky x Reader

Starry starry night by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

Crybaby by @syntheticavenger

Dad’s Best Friend CEO Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

To have and to fuck by @sweeterthanthis

Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Bruised and broken by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Curtis x F!Reader

Branded by @stargazingfangirl18

Curtis Everett x Fem!Reader

Thor Odinson ✨

Don't go down to the woods tonight by @targaryenvampireslayer

Demon!Thor Odinson x female reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Marked by @syntheticavenger

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

All is fair by @sunflowersoldat

Mob!Steve x Assassin!Stark!reader

Love like a scar by @targaryenvampireslayer

Dark!WS Steve Rogers x female reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Joel Miller ✨

A sweeter place by @flordeamatista

neighbor!joel miller x reader

When we let go by @jobean12-blog

Joel Miller x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Layin' down the law by @lunarbuck

Lee Bodecker x f!reader

Aim, set, fire by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Lee x F!Reader

Andy Barber ✨

The devil's masquerade by @jobean12-blog

Andy Barber x reader (Mafia/Vampire/Soft!Darkish AU)

Sam Wilson ✨

Touch me by @galatially

Sam Wilson x black!reader

Multiple characters ✨

The dinner guest by @labella420

Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader x Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

The fuckboy committee by @kinanabinks

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

[misguidedasgardian]

The dutiful

AU MASTERLIST

Summary: Your Mob Boss father´s last wish was for you to marry his right-hand and most trusted man, Lloyd Hansen, you fight against it, but at the end, you are the ever dutiful daughter. Now he is the boss, and has to assert his dominance over you, and over his men  

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloys is late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), death of a parent, dub-con, unprotected rough sex, (don’t be silly wrap your willy), voyeurism (some guys watch you being claimed), little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink, marriage kink, slight cumplay and eating, might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Notes: Oh my I just love Lloyd, I mean look at thim, I could throw everything I believe in and all the feminism trough the window just to get on my knees between his murdr thighs…. I hope you enjoy this gift Lloyd Lovers…. I mean the movie is not even OUT yet, we only had seen a minute of content and I’m already drippingggggg

not beta-ed, mistakes are current and my own hihi

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISSSS

You looked through the window at the mournful scenery, the sky weeped as you did, now it was a dark gray, the trees surrounding your father's property seemed so scary now, under this cloudy sky. A deep green who seemed to hide the darkest secrets. Everything seemed so dark after your father passed away just two days ago. You felt so alone now, your mansion so big and lonely, and so scary

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door of your father’s office opened, revealing a man that only by seeing him made you feel incredibly relieved. You walked towards him with a shy smile, hugging yourself until you reached him 

“Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?” Andrew Barber, your father's lawyer greeted you with sympathetic eyes and a shy smile, he kissed your forehead as you appreciate the gesture of a man you’d known since you could remember

“Hey Andy, thank you for coming” you hugged yourself again, behind him Lloyd Hansen entered your late father’s study, and it made you wince, that man scared in a primal way you’d never end to understand. His eyes always seemed to find you and a dark smile followed, his perfectly trimmed mustache moves with his thin lips

“Hey Sunshine” he greeted

“Hey Lloyd” you whispered, not daring to even look him in the eye.

Your father was the city’s most notorious Mobster, Gangster, drug dealer. It was the truth and it was so ingrained in your system you took it as a normal part of life. Half of his businesses were indeed legit, after years of money laundering. Lloyd Hansen was his right hand man, he knew everything about the business and before being his most trusted man he was the enforcer, the most violent and bloodthirsty amongst his men. Former special agent of the CIA turned, he was dangerous, skilled in combat and war, and now most likely the head of the family. 

Your attention turned to Andy again, as he took a seat in your late father’s seat behind the desk of his study

You took a seat in front of the desk, Lloyd placed himself behind you, making a lightning strike run down your back making you incredibly uncomfortable. Andy draw papers from his briefcase and laid them on the mahogany desk, organizing them in a tidy manner

“I’m here as an executor of your father's last will and testament” he said firmly, his lawyer face taking over. You nodded, knowing perfectly well his intentions, and calmly you listened to the man. You were your father’s only child, and your mother passed away when you were young, to your knowledge, you were his only heir, but Lloyd had been called too, you guessed to pass all the dark business to him

“Me, (Y/F/N) being sound of mind and body, present my last wish and testament” he started, reading your father’s last words, “Half of everything I have, properties and money on the accounts will belong to my only daughter (Y/N)” you let out a breath you haven’t even realized you were holding, in relief, “Even if it breaks my heart…” continued Andy with a frown, that made your blood ran cold, “... to leave you alone my sweet girl…” he continued, “...My last dying wish and conditions for you to receive my inheritance is for you to marry my right hand man Lloyd, who I’m inheriting the other half of all my belongings”

“What?” you asked, drawing the attention of both men, Lloyd’s hand squeezed your shoulders, “Did you know about this?” you stood from your seat with the sole purpose of looking him in the eyes, and stopped the contact. Lloyd was smiling knowingly

“Of course I did” he said calmly, “I was his right-hand man, the son he never had”

“Fuck you” you spitted out, “This is insane” Andy called you and you looked at him

“Andy” you called, pleading

“It was his last wish” he said firmly, “he was sound of body and mind…” you looked at Lloyd frowning

“What did you do? what did you say to him?”

“Nothing” he mocked, “He was always so afraid something could happen to you, he wanted to make sure you’d be taken care of after he was gone”

“I’m a grown woman” you said, “I can take care of myself”

“Yeah sure, what if his enemies come after you, uh?” he said then

“This is a conversation you should have in private” muttered Andy

“I want a witness” you demanded, “Look you can keep his dirty business, we can split everything in half I don’t care” you muttered, “But I think is excessive that I marry you, only because he didn’t think I could take care of myself”

“The will explicitly says that you only inherit after you mary Lloyd” Andy said, “this was redacted 6 months ago, and again, is valid, we all know he was in his right mind” you looked at Lloyd, he seemed so relaxed and calm

“Andy, get the fuck out of here” Lloyd demanded, but before he could leave you interupted in anger

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you asked, “You do not boss him around” but Andy look at you with sorry eyes

“He does now, sweetheart” he said, before he put all the documents on his briefcase and left the room, leaving you alone with Lloyd, who took two long steps to be right in front of you

He encased your jaw with his hand, his face so close to you you could feel his hot breath on your face, making the little hairs of your neck curl. his maddened gaze made you squirmed

“I’ve been at your father's side for fifteen years, and my father for longer” he said, “and a spoiled little brat is not going to keep me from assuming the lead of this family”

“Let me go” you cried

“You are going to marry me, whether you liked it or not, and before you think about it, good luck finding someone that could help you”

“All of this for power?” you asked, “Let it all burn to the ground I’m not marrying you!” 

“I’m going to be the boss, and no one is going to ruin this for me” 

“You are never going to be the boss!” you spitted out, anger gripping your every cell, you had never remembered an instance in which you were more angry that you were right now. You released yourself from his grasp and walked until you were behind the desk 

“Oh really?” He drew a smile so wicked it made you shiver. Of all your father’s men, you feared Lloyd the most, not because of his aspect, but because of his silent, deadly and smug demeanor. You knew him and knew what he was capable of, and that’s why you feared and respected him, but now? you were so angry you didn’t care, but you should…

He was on you in a second, with his hand encasing your throat and made you retreat until your back was against the wall. You whined and squirmed, trying to scratch his thick arm, but he was wearing a wool sweater that prevented you from injuring him

“Let me go!” you cried 

“No until you marry me, hell, maybe not even then” he chuckled darkly. His handsome face, his hand on your neck barely squeezing, the single tone of his voice made your thighs clench. You had always found him hellishly attractive, but dangerous, so dangerous. He seemed to read your thoughts, because he smiled wickedly, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes. “I have to confess, I always wanted to do this, claim you, like you belonged to me…” he growled like a raging animal, and in a primal way you felt the danger, not only for your body but for your very soul, he was going to devour you whole. “Because you do”

“No” you whined, staying incredibly still

“I will make you mine then” he growled. He threw you over the desk, the air suddenly left your lungs when he pressed you against the hardwood

“I’m going to take what is mine” he threatened in your ear.

“Please lloyd, be nice” you begged, knowing that you couldn’t stop him, and actually doubting if you even wanted him to stop him. You felt so exposed like this, your dress a little short so your ass was almost uncovered. He held you against his desk with one of his hands behind your neck grabbing you oughly, and the other sneaked under your dress,

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me to marry you” he laughed 

“I’ll never…!” he ripped your thighs in a single movement, the sting burned your skin and the sudden chill air in your skin made you tremble, “no please” you begged, squeezing your thighs tighter. You didn’t know if you really wanted to stop him, or if you were scared he’d found how wet you were for him.

It was the latter

“Would you look at that” of course he mocked you, “I haven’t even touched you yet and I can actually see how wet you are without even taking out your panties” you whined hiding your face from him, but nothing could scape him, he was over everything, that’s why he was going to be the boss after all. 

“NO” you moaned, when you felt he sneaky fingers dangerously creeping in the lines of your panties

“I think you need to come to terms with the fact that I’m going to claim you, and you want me to do it” he mocked you, you trembled with a single of his fingers lazyly and barely touched your weeping pussy, almost a light touch was enough to made you moan

“No I don’t, you are not the boss” you wanted to provoke him, you wanted more, you wanted to tip him over the edge

“Let’s see, shall we?” his hand left your underwear and you didn’t like it. 

He touched a single button on the phone right beside your head, a gruff voice greeted Lloyd at the other side 

“Ari, would you be a sunshine and get the men in here?” he asked on the phone, and you trembled under him, squirming and turning like an alligator. 

“No!” you whined, but he only chuckled darkly, resuming his movements under your dress, finally ripping your underwear, “Why…?” a moan escaped your mouth interrupting yourself when you felt his thick fingers entering your pussy, his thumbs pressed on your clit making you cry out in need. You were so wet you thought something embarrassing had happened

“You are right, I will never be the boss” he said simply, “If I don’t assert my dominance now…” the door opened and trough it all your father’s most trusted men walked in, Andy, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, August Walker… you couldn’t see the rest because your eyes turned to the back of your head when two of his fingers curled inside of you touching and rubbing your g spot making you cum on the spot without a single warning

“Sunshine!” he reprimanded you but with a mocking voice, “You had to give a little preview first” he mocked, “I barely touched her sweet, wet little pussy and she already cummed on my fingers!” he told the rest. And you whined trying to hide your face from their heated gazes. The shame was overpowering your pleasure, tears threatened to burn your eyes.

“C'mon Sunshine” he purred in your ear, “give them a show, prove them that you are mine” his fingers kept moving, provoking, exploring. You felt his weight on your back, “Can’t wait to make you cum on my mouth” and the ghost feeling of his mustache on your clit make you tingle against him, and you wondered how good it must feel.

“´Lloyd” you called

“What do you want, baby?” he asked,

“You” you moaned, wiggling your hips. You heard laughs and chuckled, but you focused on the feeling of your body instead, if not you were going to cry

“You want me?” he asked

“Yes please” you whispered. And he chuckled

“How can I say no to that?” the fingers left your pussy, his other hand still having you by the back of your neck. Single handedly you heard him unbuckle his belt and opening his fly

“Andy, you are ordained, right?” he asked 

“That’s right” you heard him answer 

“Can you marry us while she is cumming around my cock?” he asked

“Your orders boss”

“That’s damn right,” he said, pleased. grabbing his cock and ruining it with your weeping entrance. You buckle your hips at his rhythm. “Well gentleman, as you can see, I’m staking my claim” in one single push he was buried inside you to the hilt. You screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Because no matter how wet you were, his cock was so thick and big it still burned when he split you open for him

“Shit!” you cursed biting your lower lip, closing your eyes tightly as you felt every vein, every ridge, and his tip kissing your cervix

“Holy shit this pussy is so good” he moaned darkly, one of his hands grabbing your hip so tight you knew it was going to leave a mark. “It’s squeezing me like a fist” 

“Lloyd” you cried, begged him, to move or to do something, because you knew that when he does, you were going to feel fucking amazing. You wanted to reach him, to touch him, but you couldn’t because of your position, the edge of the desk marking your thighs, your own body constricting your rib cage… but that all came to second place as you felt him retrieve himself and then thrust into you again, a slap sound could be heard in the room. His groin slapping against your ass. you moaned loudly, not hiding anymore how good he was making you feel. 

He started a rough tandem, drawing sounds you had never made before. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his cock rubbed against that special spot. his and left the back of your neck and grabbed your hips, drawing you to him to meet each thrust. 

“Fuck look at her” you heard the voice of Ari Levinson mocking you, watching your every expression your every sound you drew. Lloyd grabbed you by your hair, making you raise your head in the direction of your audience

“Look at her” he demanded, you opened your eyes and you looked at them, “look at her fucked out face” you closed your eyes, trying to zoom them out and just focus on how good you felt. 

You felt an orgasm coming, your pussy clenched around him greedily, you moaned softly when he released you gently, letting you hide your face again in your folded arms.

“Fuck that’s it” he grabbed you by the hair again and made you twist your head in a way he could see your face twisted in pleasure, looking at how good you looked when you cummed

“So hot” he growled, “sweet girl that’s it, give me everything” your juice stained the base of his cock and made his thrusts resound in a squelching sound. 

He took himself off of you, and you whined in protest, not liking it. You didn’t even get to see your audience and he turned you around, opening your legs and placing himself between them. He caressed your thighs gently before he grabbed them and made you stick to his hips. Your pussy colliding with his thick cock. You couldn’t see it, and you really wanted to, but he entered you so easily it was almost embarrassing, barely needing a little push the open you up for him again, the new, more intimate angle made the friccion it even more delicious when he kept his hard pase and rough thrusts. You wanted him against you, you reached for him also wanting to cover yourself from the men, that you could barely see from this new angle 

 and he leaned into you, his forehead pressing against yours. 

His hands encased your ribcage, finally feeling your front. He leaned in to watch your tits bounce over the neckline of your dress. For now it was enough… Now later when he’ll have you all to himself he will take the time to touch you and savor you whole.

“Don’t look at them now, I want your eyes on me when you come undone on my fat cock” he encased your jaw with his hand, his deep blue eyes chilling you to your bone his wicked smile made you tingle even more, losing yourself on his handsome face. “You are going to come again for me baby?”

“It’s too much” you complained, feeling your puffy pussy weeping, so tender, raw and sensitive you were going to pass out

“Are you going to marry me now?” you kept turning and twisting

“No” it was a negative but you couldn’t hold a moan that came with it, the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against your walls were making you feel insanely good, your eyes were turning to the back of your head, and yet another orgasm was creeping on you and you fleetingly thought you were going to lose it. Your consciousness, your mind, your body, all of it. 

“Really?” but as you almost touched the sky with your hands, he pulled out of you, making you whine in need, looking at him with teary eyes and found his mock face, smiling widely at you. You whined touching his black cardigan, demanding he resumed his thrusts

“No, please” you begged, your fingers sneaking under his wool vest and touching the hot skin of his muscled belly 

“What do you want, you little slut?” he mocked

“please” your hands tried to find his cock, and he laughed in your face, mocking you, “keep doing it” you begged 

“Are you seeing this?” he asked, looking at his men, many of them were touching themselves over their dress pants, many had their cocks out, and were shamelessly masturbating, “This little slut begging is something else” he turned his gaze back at you 

“I’m not a slut” you protested

“That’s right, you are only mine” he entered you again and an inhuman sound left your lips. your walls grabbed him like a vice. And he amazed himself of how much he wanted to cum inside you. Something similar flied through your mind you wanted to cum, but the gaze of all of them on you wouldn’t let you 

“Please Lloyd” you cried, your shame of being watched couldn't let you relax, “I’m marrying you” you promised, begging him with your eyes. his eyes looked in your for any signs of a lie, but couldn’t find any, his thumb caressed your cheek, and then he looked up to the group of men. He stilled his movements, leaving himself seated inside of you 

“Get out” demanded to his men, and they all even looked shocked, that he would draw the line there after all of it, “GET THE FUCK OUT!” He shouted making you wince and they left the room like it was on fire. When the door clicked shut after the last one, he looked down at you, in his eyes where something other than malice and desire, something more… human

“I’m going to make you mine,” he sentenced. “This is where you belong, right under me” his sudden tenderness made you swallow your own words, as he resumed his movements, his eyes never leaving yours, his hands encased your face, keeping you in place gently, “You are mine” you just nodded, “say it” he demanded

“I’m yours” you said lowly 

“You are going to marry me” he said then

“I’m going to marry you” you mumbled, your eyes trying to manifest him that you weren’t lying, you didn’t know if it was the pleasure, or fear 

“You are going to have my babies” he demanded then

“I’m going to have your babies” you confirmed

“I’m going to keep you nice and bred all the fucking time” he growled his wicked smile appearing again as he leaned in and kissed you. 

It was the first time he ever kissed you. His mustache tickled you making you smile against his mouth. and he chuckled darkly, grabbing you by the neck and pushed you until you were against the wood, taking your breath away when he separated himself from you

“I’m going to take care of you” he promised, “say it, believe it”

“You are going to take care of me” you whispered, and he smiled, kissing you again, this time, he didn’t release you and instead he fucked you rougher, faster, the tip of his cocks grazing your special spot every single time, you moaned on his mouth wantonly, needed him, your arms hugged him drawing him more tightly against you. Your legs wrapped around his middle, keeping him even closer to you. not wanting him to let you go. And just like that, your orgasm creeped out on you, your walls tightening around him, strangled his cock inside you. 

“That’s it baby” when he separated himself from you a thin line of saliva still joined your hungry mouths

“Lloyd” you called like a prayer, looking into his eyes

“Fuck!” he yelled, with a last hard thrust he stilled inside you, cumming so hard, hot spurts of him cum painting your walls. “Shit Sunshine” he whined letting himself fall over your. You hugged him tightly against you, like you didn’t want him to separate from you, you didn’t want to let him go. “That’s it Pumpkin, sweet girl” he kissed your forehead, “FUck, I never cummed that hard before, shit” his stormy blue eyes found yours. And as you regained your breaths, you gazed upon one another. He kissed you again. more swiftly but no less powerful

You whined when he took himself off of you. Not liking the emptiness he left 

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll be inside of you soon enough” he said with his gruff voice

You felt his thick seed dripping from your hole and down your thighs. Making you moan, repressing the need to collect it with your fingers, Lloyd did it for you, and then he fed it to you, rubbing his fingers in your mouth, and smiled widely when you licked his fingers, tasting his seed and moaning because of his salty taste

“That’s a good wife” he mocked, he actually helped you with your dress, putting it back in place and helped you on your feet. You whined again when your lack of pantis made you feel his cum dripping down your thighs, staining them

“Lloyd” you cried, but not even knew what you wanted from him, you looked into his eyes and he smiled softly, encasing your face with his hands, and leaned in to kiss you softly

“Mine” he growl against your mouth

“Yours” you confirmed, he lets go off you

“Now I need to talk to the men, so wifey, smile and go make me a nice dinner” he whispered derogatorily in your ear, spanking your ass, encouraging you to leave the office, the men outside smiling knowingly when they saw you, but they bowed with their heads as you passed by them. You were the wife of the boss now. 

You heard the men laugh when they saw you could barely walk out of the study, hearing Lloyd

“Now, you all are going to pledge your allegiance to me” he demanded as you kept walking towards the kitchen to talk to the staff about the new order in the house

He was the boss now. And you were no longer the dutiful daughter, now you were the dutiful wife. 

I've wanted to write about the clit tickler for a while now, and I will do it again! muajaja

PART II IN HERE