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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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The Grey Zone 6

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, manipulation, age gap, bullying, toxic parental figures, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: Lloyd I guess is the only man worth writing.

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The nearest bathroom is diagonal down the hall. Only a half bath with a sink, a toilet and a tall cabinet in the corner. You work at removing your makeup with micellar water, dragging the cotton pads over your eyelids and down your cheeks.

You watch your reflection, a loud growl rising from your stomach, a tic in your temple. You need your morning matcha but you didn't pack your powder, you didn't think of it. You mourn your tin forgotten in the cupboard at home and grab a fresh pad.

More than tea, you need a shower. You assume the main bath must be downstairs. You shove the bottle and leftover pads into your black leather pouch and tuck it under your arm.

As you come out into the hall, you nearly walk into an unexpected wall. Not a real wall but Mr. Hansen. You step back, trapped in the doorway as he smirks at you.

“Morning, sunshine,” he reaches to touch your naked cheek as you flinch, “don't you look fresh as a daisy? I don't think I've ever seen you without at least a couple layers on.”

“Mr. Hansen,” you croak and shy away, “excuse me–”

He doesn't move as you attempt to sidestep him. In fact, he gets closer, rescinding his hand to grip the door frame. He tilts his head as his other hand comes up to play with the hem of your shirt.

“I got my own shower. A nice big tub too if you need to clean up,” he purrs.

“That's fine,” you gulp, heat speckling over your skin, “I can just use the main–”

“You can't,” he interjects, “your dad's in there tearing the toilet out.”

He laughs at your gobsmacked expression. He leans in, letting out a slow breath as you look anywhere but in his eyes. He growls as you squirm.

“Let me show you my room,” he insists, “no funny business. There's a lock on the bathroom so… I'll just listen and use my imagination.”

“Please, I–”

“You know you're even sexier like this. How about we tag team this. Shower together? Or relax in a nice hot bath–”

“Stop!” You catch the shriek in your hand. He chuckles, his hand dangling above you as he leans even closer.

“You can put on that sexy little piece I got you,” he touches your hair, “fuck, you got me hard again.”

“I…” you gulp, panic welling in your chest and locking up your throat, “I cant–”

You don't think. You can't as your ears are ringing at his suggestions. Every word confirms that you didn't dream up last night. You shove past him and he lets you. If he didn't want you to get past, he'd make sure of it.

He cackles as you hurry down the hall, nearly running into the door as you scramble to open it. He sighs out his amusement as you trip into the bedroom. Your heart is thumping furiously.

“Don't worry, I like the chase, sweetheart,” he calls after you, “you just wait till I catch you.”

You slam the door and lean against it, sliding down onto your ass as you squeeze your leather pouch. You have no doubt he will catch you. It's only a matter of time…

🖤

So much for a vacation. You're pent up in the guestroom, staring longingly out the window at that unreachable beauty. You don’t dare emerge in case you run into your ravenous host.

You wonder how you missed the signs. Were there signs? You couldn’t have guessed his intentions. Why would Mr. Hansen want that? With you?

The thought of telling your parents makes you laugh. Not with genuine amusement, more sardonic acceptance. They won’t care. It’ll be the same reaction you got when you told them about your bullies.

There’s no escape either. You’ve come too far to turn back. Your dad will want to stay and do your work and your mother will savour the opportunity to day drink without judgment. So there you are; stranded.

You jolt as a sudden roar brings you away from the window. Your father yells your mother’s name a second time as you rush to the door, not thinking to stop yourself before you have the door open. As you enter the hall, you hear another door opening further down. You go to the top of the stairs as your own name drawls in the air.

You stop and look over at Lloyd– Mr. Hansen, struts towards you. Your eyes ping away from him the moment you see him. He wears only a pair of white swim trunks and they don’t go far down his thighs, exposing the thick muscles and leaving his torso entirely naked. He’s in better shape than you imagined, not that you ever thought about that.

You flit down the stairs before he can reach you, towards your father’s hollering and your mother’s chirping. A gush of water ripples over the hardwood as you follow the commotion to what appears to be a dining room. Your parents stand in front of the open doorway from which the water pours out.

“I told you not to use the goddamn sink, Connie,” your dad snarls, pointing a wrench in her face.

“Ooops!” She blathers, a wine glass firmly in hand, “I was just rinsing some fruit. I can’t drink on an empty stomach, Ray!”

Lloyd comes up beside you and rests his hand on your lower back. You stiffen and step away from him. He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest, making it look even buffer. You peek and notice the edge of black ink on his pec. You turn back to your parents’ show, hoping they can distract your host.

“It’s barely noon,” your father retorts, as close as he’ll ever come to telling her not to indulge.

“It’s barely noon,” she mimics and sticks her tongue out. “Maybe you should’ve turned the water off, Mr. Fix-it.”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” Lloyd interjects as he comes forward, dropping his arm, “You know how to fix this stuff, huh, Ray, and Connie, why aren’t you enjoying the pool? Perfect place to enjoy some chardonnay.”

Your mother flutters her lashes drunkenly as she faces Lloyd. You see how she blanches before a grin twists her mouth. She’s shameless as she takes in the breadth of the mostly naked man in front of her. She licks her lips and wobbles.

“I could fix it if everyone wasn’t in my goddamn way,” your father chides. “Shit idea bringing everyone up here. Never get this done.”

“Oh, you know what,” Lloyd snaps his fingers, “I got a great idea. Connie, why don’t you camp out in the pool house? There’s everything you need. A bed, kitchen, a toilet not gushing sewage onto my floors.”

“Pool house?” Your mother echoes curiously, her head tilting one way than the other.

“Didn’t I mention it? Yeah, you must’ve seen it, right behind the pool,” he emphasizes the last word as if it’s obvious, “and I can take the kiddo up to Moose Ridge. It’s like an hour north. Get out of your way for a bit, huh, Ray?”

“As long as you leave me alone,” your father crosses his arms and turns back to watch the toilet gargle.

Your mother pouts and slurps her wine, “you’re leaving me alone? With him?”

“No, Connie, imagine, a pool house all to yourself,” Lloyd puts his arms over her shoulder, “just you. No husband, no daughter… You and the pool and all the wine you can drink. Isn’t that vacation for a hardworking mother and wife like yourself? You know the old man’s not gonna be sleeping and if he is, he won’t make it that far.”

“But… ugh, you shouldn’t have to put up with her,” she lowers her voice, but not enough for you not to hear.

“She’s right,” you agree, startling her as she gives you a caught look, “you could drive me back down to civilization. That might be for the best.”

“Eight hours? It’s not that far to the Ridge,” he insists, “unless you wanna crash in the pool house with mama.”

“Oh please,” your mom spits, “haven’t I been through enough?”

“I don’t care what ya do,” your father spins and snarls, waving his wrench, “I need you out. Go. Anywhere but here.”

“Then it’s decided,” Lloyd claps his hand, turning to smirk in your direction, “we’ll meet again when you got this all done up, huh, Ray?”

Your dad doesn’t answer. He grunts and enters the bathroom, shoving his hand down the toilet. Your mother hums and drains the last of her glass. She holds it up as she admires its emptiness.

“Before you leave, where’s the rest of the wine?” She trills.

You cringe. This can’t be happening yet you’re all too sure he planned it all so precisely.

🖤

You hole yourself up in your borrowed room. You make no move to pack your things or get ready for your imminent relocation. More akin to an abduction. You just can’t, you’re paralysed with inaction.

This is the one time you need someone to listen to you. To hear you, and as usual, they don’t. They refuse to. Lloyd knew they wouldn’t, he’d witnessed their indifference for so long, and turned it to his benefit.

That one question lingers. Why you? Maybe it’s just that. That you are vulnerable, an easy target. No one special, just a convenience. Not any different than what you were to your parents; a check mark on a list, nothing deeper than that.

There’s a tap at the door. Just one, the soft rap of knuckles. You don’t need to wonder or ask who it is. You already know. He lets himself and why shouldn’t he? It’s his house. The trap he set.

“Almost ready– woah, come on, sunshine, we got road to burn,” he proclaims, “ah, you know, I forgot to mention, there’s a pool at the Ridge. And a hot tub. Way better than this place.”

You look at him. You sit with your back straight against the headboard, legs stretched out down the bed, dressed in your typical black, though today it feels particularly mournful. You just stare. What do you say? What can you say?

“Well, honey, you can never claim I don’t care of you,” he grabs your empty duffel and goes to the dresser. He slides open the top drawer and starts shoving your clothes back into the depths, “which is exactly what I’m going to do,” he looks at you over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out, flicking the tip crudely.

You shake your head and stare at your feet, the shiny black pedicure on your toenails and your silver toe rings. He can’t make you go if you just don’t move, right?

Your vision blurs as he moves around the edges. You hear him shifting around, searching, digging in your things. He puts the bag heavily at the foot of the bed but you don’t react. You’re in a trance, the kind you used to put on when the girls in the halls called you names.

“Alright, I think that’s everything but really, all you need to bring is your sweet self,” he approaches you, breaking your shield as he taps the tip of your nose. You look up at him past your heavily mascaraed lashes. “Aw, don’t look so pathetic. Sweetheart,” he bends, leaning over you, “your whole life you’ve been wanting to be wanted and guess what? I fucking want you. So let’s get this show on the road.”

You flinch. That last part, that cliche, it’s something your dad would say. You frown as you notice the strands of silver woven through the dark blonde combed back on his head. You suspect if he didn’t keep the sides shaved, there’d be more gray there. He’s not that much younger than your own father.

“What is that look for?” His eyes narrow and his smile falls.

“I don’t want to go,” you fold your hands in your lap and turn your head straight.

He scoffs and laughs as he stands up straight, “I didn’t ask.”

You don’t answer. You don’t move an inch, planting yourself in a silent protest. He can’t make you go. You don’t care if this place smells like toilet water. You’re too afraid to go with him.

His soles scuff on the floor as he sucks his teeth loudly, “you don’t have to put on this act for me. I won’t think you’re a slut, I’d prefer it if you were.”

You shudder and turn your face away from him. Why won’t he leave you alone?

“Alright,” his tone deepens, “I’m starting to get annoyed, sunshine, so let’s stop playing this game. Here, there, we know how this ends. Don’t act so innocent, you’ve been flirting with me since before we even got here.”

“Flirting?; You sputter, “no, I…”

You don’t even know how to flirt. You never had anyone to flirt with.

“Those cards, bullshit. That was all you, sweetheart. Or maybe they aren’t and we should let fate take its course.”

“Please, go,” you quaver as you clutch your hands together. “I don’t want you.”

He exhales and puts his hands on his hips. He has no response. You shake your head lower your eyes. You slouch in defeat.

“You’re old and I’m not interested,” you murmur, “I’m done being a joke.”

He laughs suddenly, starling you. You wince as he drops his hands and rolls his shoulders. He clucks as he comes closer to the bed. He bends and reaches for your chin, forcing your head up.

“Old?” He sneers, “we’ll see about that.”

He dips his head and before you can react, he loops his arm around you and pulls you against him. He stands as he swings you over his shoulder. The breath is pushed from your stomach as your weight pulls at your head and feet. You wriggle as he carries you loftily, reaching with his free arm to grab your bag from the bed.

You cry out and slap his back, kicking your legs as you try to free yourself. What is he doing? He can’t just do this.

“Lloyd– Mr. Hansen,” you plead as you claw at the back of his shirt, “put me down. Let me go! Mom! Dad!”

Lloyd chuckles as the whirring of a drill reverberates through the house. He ignores your struggles as he comes downstairs. He is entirely unbothered by your resistance.

“Don’t tire yourself out, sunshine. Daddy can’t hear you over his work and mom’s already passed out by the pool.” He angles you through the front door, “besides, this isn’t about them. This is you and me.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

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𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓.

🌸𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 1🌸:

3rd 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉

ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.

dry humping and praising

5th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹

ft jock jake wyler x naive reader.

glory hole and corruption/innocence

7th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔

ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

voyeurism

9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉

ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.

face-fucking and cum eating

🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:

10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹

ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.

cream pie and breeding kink

12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒

ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.

exhibitionism

14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌

ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.

dubcon

16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.

sharing kink and cuckolding

🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:

17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁

ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.

spanking and being recorded

19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.

somnophilia

21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒

ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.

overstimulation and semi-public sex

23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈

ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.

dacryphilia and knife kink

💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:

24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁

ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.

fingerfucking

26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.

cockwarming

28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎

ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.

daddy kink and thigh riding

30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒

ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.

monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈

ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.

group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing

this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing

also this one @junipermuses 💗

31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒

ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.

voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism

and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗

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cottagecheese1 · 4 months

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Unhinged worlds 1

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

"Mom, you know I've never met this man before, right?", you said with a slightly worried tone, your mother gives you an exasperated sigh and walked her way over to you, gripping your shoulders.

"Honey please, I just got married, I don't understand why you can't be happy for me this once.", you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged your mother, she was right, you needed to see the best in this situation right now.

"I'm sorry mom, I am happy for you, it's just a lot to adjust to right now.", You gave your mother a slight smile and pulled away from her.

She gave you a smile back and responded, "oh I think you'll be okay; he has a son around your age, he's adopted but I think you two would like each other."

The smile on your face widened a little bit, your mouth opened once again to speak, but came to an abrupt stop as you saw an unfamiliar man stand behind your mother and give her a slight peck on the head.

Your mother giggled slightly and stepped back to stand by the man, "Honey, this is Andy, Andy this is my daughter.", your mother said as she spilled out your name back to the man beside her.

Andy unwrapped his arm around your mother's shoulder, and walked towards you, opening his arms forward to embrace you in a hug. This caught you off guard because for someone you just met, he seemed to be a little too touchy with you, but you thought nothing more of it, thinking it might just be the way your new stepfather expresses his feelings.

"It is so nice to finally meet you sweetie, I've heard so much about you." Andy said with a wide grin on his face, as he held you a little too tight for your own comfort.

As Andy was speaking to you, nodding your head once in a while at his banter. You heard a voice faintly behind Andy come closer.

"Dad, when will you let Colin come over, I'm fucking dying too actually-who is that?", you looked to see a younger guy with a buzzcut, and light blue eyes come out from behind Andy to get another good look at you.

Andy took a deep breath and gave a slight glare to the boy who shoved past him to you "Johnny, this is-", Andy was quickly stopped in the middle of his introduction when Johnny decided to introduce himself to you first.

"I'm Johnny, Johnny Storm, but you can call me whatever you like sweets", Johnny said with a smug grin as he took a step closer to you, and you instinctively took a step back from the muscular man, mumbling out an "okay.." and you adverted your gaze down to your feet.

It seemed a little rude once you actually processed what you just said, making yourself seem passive and unwelcoming, but for some reason you just felt shy around both of these new men, men that are now a part of your family, men that you are now permanently living with.

Johnny chuckled and continued to try to keep the conversation alive, even though his father stood sternly right behind him. Andy quickly shut down his next spill of flirtatious chatter when he saw how visibly uncomfortable you looked.

"Johnny, this is your new stepsister, don't be disrespectful.", Andy said with a warning, but Johnny just nodded and shrugged him off, giving you a playful wink and walking away with a slight skip, boosting himself over the curve of the driveway.

"Sorry about him, he just never runs out of energy ya know?" Andy says with a slight chuckle at the end. You smiled slightly and gave him a nod of reassurance.

"It's perfectly fine, doesn't bother me." You said quietly before adverting your gaze from him once again.

"Well, if he does, just come tell me and I'll go talk to him, I'd hate it if you felt uncomfortable in any way." Andy said with a slightly sympathetic look on his face.

Your mother took an earful of this moment, and decided to express her love for it "Oh Andy, you're too sweet, we both appreciate whatever you do for us."

Andy smiled brightly, still keeping his eyes glued to you, "Just doing what anyone would do" he responded.

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After a long day of moving boxes and making conversation, your social battery seemed to run out completely, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and finally relax. Except it was only 3 in the afternoon.

With a lot of procrastination, you finally got out of bed and decided to dig through the fridge to find something to drink, making your way to the kitchen, until you heard a knock at the front door.

Thats weird? You weren't expecting anyone, maybe it's just one of those people who give out pamphlets about polar bears for no reason.

Making your way over to the door hesitantly, deciding if you really want to stand in the doorway and talk about how you can stop global warming for 30 minutes, but there also was a chance that it was actually somebody important.

Twisting the knob and opening the door to find a decently attractive man who looked to be around Johnny's age standing patiently. He twisted his head towards you and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, you're not Johnny." the man said with a slight smile on his face, and you nodded in agreement before responding.

"Um, if you're here for him, I guess you can come in." you responded as you took a step back to let him enter. He chuckled, walking past you to stand next to you as the door shut.

"Thanks sweetheart, I don't think I've met you before, I'm sure I would've remembered a cutie like you", he said playfully as your cheeks heat up slightly at the sudden comment.

"I-um, no we haven't met before, I think Johnny is in his room." You responded quickly before trying to walk away.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't get your name." the man said as he chased after you slightly, and you mumbled out your name slightly, waiting for him to reciprocate the action.

"Oh right, I'm Colin." You nodded once again.

"Nice to meet you, Colin.", deciding to try and end the conversation here so you could continue scavenging for a drink.

"Ok, ok, I can get a hint, I'll see you around sweetheart." He said as he gave you a wink before walking away.

What was weird about that is he kind of acts the same way Johnny does, but maybe that's why they're friends, of course people like other people that are similar to them, you felt stupid once you actually thought about it.

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Once you made your way into the kitchen, finally getting one step closer to what you wanted, except Andy was also in the kitchen leaning on the kitchen counter nursing a beer that he put down almost immediately at your presence.

"Honey, you scared me, did you need something?" He said and let out a sigh of relief that it was just you.

"I came to get a drink." You responded simply, just like the rest of you, Boring and simple.

"Of course..but could I talk to you about something honey, I just want to make sure there's no tension between us." He said softly, pushing himself off of the counter and towards you.

You gave Andy a nod of reassurance to continue, settling for a bottle of water as you sat down on the bar stool, right across where Andy was standing.

"I know your shy sweetie, but I want to let you know that you can tell me anything, your mother told me about your father, and I think it's important that you have a man in your life, someone that can take care of you honey, all of your wants and needs." Andy said softly, walking around the counter to stand behind you.

Your eyes widened as he rubbed circles on your back, your mother hasn't mentioned your father in years to you. She knows it's a sensitive subject for you to talk about, you doubt that your mother wouldn't have mentioned that to Andy.

"I-um-I don't really like to talk about my dad." you said with a slight tremble in your voice as you felt your throat get tighter, and your eyes get glassy with tears.

Your father died when you were only 9 but it felt like yesterday to you. Of course, you miss him, but you would rather not talk about it then mourn him every day.

Andy saw your eyes start to water, and your muscles start to tense. He just cooed at you lovingly, his hand moved off your back and moved directly behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"Oh sweetie, I know it's hard to talk about your feelings, but I want you to trust me, so I can be a good daddy and take care of you, don't you want that?" Andy said quietly while resting his chin on your shoulder.

Lost for words was one thing, you felt dumb, talking to you like a child, but deep down you found it strangely comforting. Andy walked back in front of you and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up softly with his fingers.

"You're my special little girl, I want you to know that honey." Andy added, while stroking your face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him was hard because than you couldn't help but feel tears run down your cheeks, maybe you did feel like Andy actually cared about you.

Andy suddenly pulled you closer to his chest while shushing you, pecking the top of your head once in a while. Hearing a faint noise of chatter coming closer to you made your head perk up with warning, you didn't want to anybody to see you cry today, especially over something you should've got over years ago.

"Hey dad I-what happened?" Johnny said as he skipped in the kitchen nosily, Colin standing right beside him, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Looking from Andy's chest in embarrassment, watching the three men surrounding you, well mostly two in concern. This made more anxiety pump up in your chest and suddenly you darted down the hallway to your bedroom, where you should have stayed all along.

Ignoring the faint calls for your name and shutting the door behind you. Locking it and sliding down against your wall, finally letting all the sobs you've been keeping in until now. Great, now you won't hear the end of it tomorrow. Maybe a new family wasn't such a great idea after all.

A/n: It's been a minute since I posted ya'll, but I also just had a random urge to write a series with four hot men in it. Part two will be coming soon!

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paperweight91 · 5 months

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The Other Side of Tomorrow Part 2

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x reader

Warnings: fluff, mentions of divorce

W/C: 3.5k

A/N: The muse finally allowed me to finish up this part after stranding me halfway through. Things are moving forward. Please let me know what you guys think, feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

“How long do you need me to watch him?” Your mom asked.

You sighed, leaving your son with your mother while you went on assignment with Lloyd wasn’t your first choice, but it was the only option you had. “Just for a couple days, he’ll be going to his dads before I get back.”

It’s not that your mom couldn’t look after your kid, she was just a bit ditzy. He was always well taken care of, if not a little sugar-high when he came back from her place.

Your mother continued to go on about something to do with one of your cousins, you couldn’t be bothered to listen to. You let her ramble as you started packing clothes, only half listening to her one sided conversation. You wrapped up the call after only thirty minutes and went to check on your son.

He was sleeping soundly in bed. He had taken the separation far better than you had thought he would. Adjusting quickly to splitting time between yourself and your ex. It was probably the lack of tension that had settled him the quickest.

After a final check of your last minute items to pack, you decided to turn in for the night. Excited to hear from Andy on what your ex may have agreed to.

You woke the next morning feeling more refreshed than you had in years, so much so that you decided to stop for a coffee on your way into work. A nice little treat to start off your day. You dropped your son at daycare and quickly raced to the closest Starbucks. While you waited in the drive through you thought back to the day before and how kind your boss had been. Yes he was still an ass, but he had done something no one else in your circle had been able to do. You decided to order him a drink along with your own. It wasn’t much but at least it was something.

With your coveted haul, and some extra treats for later, you made your way into the office. It was a surprisingly boring building, not at all in line with the preppy outfits your boss liked to wear, or his outlandish attitude. Hansen Government Services covered several floors with your desk being on the top floor.

When the elevator dinged to signal the arrival to your floor you quickly stepped out and made your way to your desk. Arranging your coffee and cookie to snack on once you dropped off Lloyd’s. As you marched towards his office, your steps faltered. What if he thought you were sucking up? Well you kind of were, but you really wanted him to know you appreciated his help. Shaking your head you resolved to be your old self again and knocked on his office door.

It was early so you weren’t even sure if he would be in yet, before you could berate yourself you heard his voice with a distracted “come in.”

You opened the door and stood there nervously. “Sir, I stopped at Starbucks on the way in, I didn’t know your order, but I wanted to get you something and figured you can’t go wrong with an Americano right?” You kept your voice light as you shifted your weight from foot to foot.

“Sourpuss!” You flinched, you’re going to correct him, just maybe after everything was sorted. “Look at you, you look like a brand new woman this morning. Come, sit.” Just like the day before it was definitely an order.

You started to make your way over to the other chair in his office, hoping it was slightly more comfortable than the one you chose the day before. You were halted however as Lloyd pointed to the door. You mumbled an apology before quickly closing the door behind you. As you made your way back to his desk, Lloyd came around from the other side and leaned against the front, his legs crossed at the ankle and arms crossed across his broad chest. You handed him his coffee and one of the danishes you had picked up.

He smirked as he took a whiff of the coffee. “Ahhh, nothing better than some coffee first thing in the morning is there Sourpuss? Although, I’m sure we could think of a few other pick me ups?” He waggled his eyebrows and took a long gulp of his coffee. Not sure what to do with yourself you plopped into the more comfortable looking of the two seats in his office.

You chose to ignore his innuendo, and decided to go ahead with your planned thank you so you could get out before the nosy trolls could catch you in Lloyd’s office again. “Sir.” He cut you off with tsk.

“None of that Sourpuss. The least you could do is call me by my name.” His eyes were dancing with mirth at his reply. Of course he wanted you to call him by his name when he refused to use your own.

“Mr. Hansen.” That earned another tsk, before he could interrupt you again you carried on. “Lloyd. I wanted to tell you again how much I appreciate what you did for me yesterday.” You gestured to the coffee and the danish on his desk. “I know it’s not much, but right now, until everything is sorted it’s what I can do. I’m sure Mr. Barber doesn’t come cheap so if the amount is too much, I’d like to go on a payment plan to pay you back.”

Lloyd took a sip of his drink. He watched you the entire time and caught the way your eyes flitted to his lips as he licked them. Before you could feel embarrassed he spoke. “Now see that, that’s the girl I hired. Not the sad sack I saw in the lunchroom yesterday. And that is why I am paying for the lawyer. You were becoming boring and useless to me. Now that you’ve got your spunk back we can really get the job done. That reminds me, did you get the crotch goblin squared away or are you abandoning me on this OP?”

You were shocked. Not only by Lloyd’s backhanded compliment, but his total lack of respect regarding your child. You held in the urge to roll your eyes, “Yes, sir- sorry Lloyd. He’ll be with my mother and ex while we’re gone. There won’t be any issues while we’re away.”

Lloyd placed his coffee beside him on his desk and clapped his hands together in excitement. “Excellent! We’ve got the briefing later today, it should already be in your calendar. So until then-“ the loud ringing of your phone cut Lloyd off. His expression changing from excitement to stone cold in an instant.

“Shoot.” You scrambled to get up quickly so you could answer it before it went to voicemail. In your rush you wound up stumbling into Lloyd, who caught you effortlessly.

“If you wanted to rub up against me Sourpuss, all you had to do was ask.” His eyes were twinkling as he winked at you. You felt heat spread through your entire body at his comment. Shaking it off as embarrassment you pulled your phone out of your pants pocket just as it went to voicemail. Looking at the caller ID it was your ex. Lloyd’s eyes followed yours to your phone and voiced your exact thoughts as he pulled the phone from your hand and tossed it on his desk. “Better left unanswered Sourpuss. Let Andy do all the talking to that dickwalk.”

You looked up at Lloyd through your lashes only now realizing you were still leaning against him as he held you. You were stuck, not quite sure what to do. “You’re probably right. I’ll listen to the voicemail later. I’m sorry I’m such a clutz, there’s a reason I sit behind a computer.”

Lloyd snickered at your half hearted joke, before smoothing his hands up your arms. There was a sizzle of electricity in the air. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. Against your better judgment you let yourself lean more into Lloyds embrace.

His face momentarily shifted to shock, but was quickly replaced with a smirk. His one arm shifted to wrap around your waist, while the other came up to cup your cheek. “You're playing with fire Sourpuss.” His voice was purr, and the sound sparked something in you that had you rubbing your thighs together.

You reached up to wrap your hands around his neck, suddenly needing to pull him closer. Just as your lips were about to meet, there was a knock on the door.

And just like that the moment of tension snapped. Reality came crashing down around you. You felt mortified. Your hands moved to his chest to push him away.

There was that twinkle in his eye again as he watched your reaction. He smirked down at you, before giving you one last squeeze and releasing you. “Wrap up the assignment you’re on by end of day so we can be ready to leave tomorrow.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll uh, just get started on work then. I hope you enjoy the danish, they’re my favourite.” You gave him a broad smile before stepping out of his personal space and turning to leave his office. The person on the other side of the door was knocking again causing Lloyd to huff and yell “Just a minute!”

“Don’t forget your phone, Sourpuss.” You could hear the smirk in his voice before you turned around. Walking back towards him, you saw the phone laying on his desk. The only way to grab it was to physically lean back into Lloyd.

You stopped in front of him, hands on your hips. The look on your face was one of begrudging amusement. You held your hand out waiting for him to pass it to you. When he didn’t move, you huffed and pushed yourself into his personal space, leaning fully against him to reach around him to grab your phone.

You could feel his chest rumble in a laugh against your cheek, as you blindly reached behind him for your phone. His hand joined yours in the quest to locate your missing phone, the knocking at the door all but forgotten. At last you grabbed your phone, giving Lloyd one last look of annoyance, before turning to leave his office. “Don’t forget, briefing at 3.” You could hear the cocky smirk on his face without looking back.

You walked out of his office and past the persistent knocker (Lloyd’s assistant with coffee.) You returned to your desk to start on your day, nothing new or exciting. Just wrapping up a data dump. It was tedious work and you found your mind drifting as you went through the motions. Thinking about your boss, and the new way you were looking at him. He hadn’t changed, of that much you were sure. Maybe it was you that had changed. No longer in a loveless marriage, sticking it out for the kid, you could clearly see what was actually in front of you. Thinking back you couldn’t remember a time that Lloyd had ever been like this with anyone, yourself included. In fact, up until yesterday, you didn’t even think he knew who you were.

The day seemed to drag on with your tedious work, making you thankful for the early morning Starbucks run. At around noon you stretched and decided to take a walk during your lunch, hoping that Andy would give you a call with an update on your divorce. After a pit stop in the break room to grab a bottle of water, you headed to the bank of elevators. You hummed “Walking on Sunshine” as you waited for the doors to open to let you on.

You were so caught up in your own world you didn’t notice the shadow lurking beside you. “Going somewhere Sourpuss?”

Of course. You were trying to escape work and it was going to follow you. “Just a walk, I needed to walk away from the data dump.” You gave a small smile as you looked up at Lloyd.

He hummed as the two of you stood side-by-side waiting for the elevator, his arm brushing yours every so often. As the ding signaled the arrival of the elevator car you both stepped on together and each pushed your desired floors. Deciding to break the awkward tension that had settled since he approached you at the elevator you asked, “Where are you headed at this time? Don’t you eat?” It came out harsher than you intended.

Your question had clearly shocked Lloyd if the look on his face was anything to go by. “Meeting with the new interns or whatever. I don’t know, my assistant put it in my calendar.” He sounded entirely uninterested in what he was supposed to be doing.

You laughed as the elevator dinged again to signal Lloyd’s floor, “Just try not to call any of them a bitch and I think you’ll be fine.” You gave him a warm smile as he looked down at you.

You weren’t quite sure what to make of the look on his face. He was smirking, which wasn’t new, but on anyone else you would almost call it fondness in his expression. “I only did that once, Sourpuss, and he was being a bitch.”

He winked and strutted off the elevator while rubbing his palms together. You didn’t envy any of the fresh faced kids you saw waiting for him. They were about to get eaten alive.

The elevator doors shut and the trip down to the first floor seemed to go much quicker now that you were alone. You popped your AirPods in and began walking towards the exit. Excited for some time outside to really refresh yourself.

You made your way lazily through the busy streets, no direction in mind just wandering. As you passed the cafe you used to frequent when you first started working for Hansen your ringtone sounded in your ears. Looking down at your phone you squeaked as Andy’s called ID popped up. You hastily answered the phone not wanting to miss his progress.

“Andy! I’m so glad you called, I’m not going to lie to you, I’ve been staring at my phone all day.” You gushed into the phone.

His low laugh sounded on the other end of the line. “Well I’m sorry to have kept you so distracted. You got a few minutes to talk? You may want to sit down.”

You couldn’t decipher what he was trying to tell you with his tone. It annoyed you to no end when you had no idea what was going on. “Of course, please tell me everything.” You did a quick turn and began speed walking back to the office. At best, you hoped to make it to your car so you could at least have some privacy.

“You ready?” He laughed as you huffed, “Okay, okay. I got it. All of it. He’s signed. We just need your signature and you’re a free woman.”

You stopped short. He couldn’t be serious. “I’m gonna need you to repeat that, like maybe more than once.”

Your hands shook as you looked down at your phone. You weren’t going to have to settle, you weren’t going to have to sell your car. You could live.

“It’s over. Your divorce papers need one more signature, and this will be behind you. I’ve already sent the paperwork via courier to your office. They will wait for you to sign and then bring them right back to mine.”

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes. “It’s over? No more fighting, everything we asked for? Andy, I can’t thank you enough for this. I-I really don’t know where I’d be without you.” Without thought your feet had carried you back to your office building.

“It’s nothing. Really. I’ll let you get back to work. But call me if you need anything, okay?”

You smiled widely as you entered the building, a new skip in your step. “I don’t think I’m allowed to ask you for anything ever again at this point. Thank you Andy, talk soon.”

In your jubilation at Andy’s call your body moved on autopilot. Before you knew it you were back at your desk. You quickly checked the status of the auto-decryption you had set before leaving, and seeing it at 50% you realized there was a ton of time before you could get through the actual sifting of data. Your mouse, entirely of its own accord, went to the shared calendar, pulling up Lloyd’s. His appearance at the Intern Lunch was almost done.

Again, you found yourself at your destination with no thought to how you actually got there. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open to reveal the man you were looking for. His face was twisted in aggravation, until he saw you standing waiting for the elevator. His face softened as his eyes met yours.

Before he could give you a smart ass remark you spoke, “If you’re not busy, can we speak in your office?” His eyebrows shot up towards his hairline, and he nodded leading you to his office.

You heard the murmurs of your coworkers as you trailed behind Lloyd. Today you smirked as you followed him. Uncaring of what they thought of you.

“You seem happy,” Lloyd murmured as he shut the door behind you. “What’s gotten into you, Sourpuss?”

“Andy called…” was all you could get out.

Lloyd raised his eyebrows questioningly and you nodded. A wide grin spreading across your face. “Told ya, Sourpuss.”

Before you knew what you were doing, you had launched yourself at Lloyd. Your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him down so you could finally taste him. He groaned as his hands framed your hips, fighting you for dominance in the kiss.

You licked into his mouth, tasting every inch before pulling away. “Thank you.” You breathed. Suddenly it hit you what you were doing, like you had been hit with an ice cold hose in the middle of summer. You stiffened in Lloyd’s embrace.

He tutted, “None of that. Not now.” His right hand moving to the back of your head to pull you back to him. You’ll tell yourself later that you tried to resist, but in reality you went willingly.

He backed himself up, while keeping a firm grip on you. As if he was afraid that you would disappear. His fear wasn’t unfounded. You were one wrong move away from bolting out that door, and you both knew it. He pulled until he was seated at his desk chair and pulled you to straddle him. His left hand palming your ass, while his right soothed through your hair softly, in stark contrast to the battle you were both waging with your tongues.

Tentatively you reached to cup his face and stroke his cheek, while your other hand wandered. You found yourself tracing the vein on his throat, the angle of his collar bone, that peeked out from beneath his loud yellow shirt. This was turning out to be one of the most intense make-out sessions you had ever had.

You pulled away finally to catch your breath while pressing your forehead to his. You smirked as you took in his breathlessness. “Just for the record I’m not sleeping with you.”

Lloyd barked out a laugh. “Yet, Sourpuss. We still have a whole trip in Oslo.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. At that, you huffed, with a smile spread wide across your face and playfully smacked his chest.

“I should get back to my desk.” You didn’t want to leave. But you knew, if you kept kissing this man, you’d be done for.

Lloyd nodded, bringing both of his hands up to cradle your face. He pulled you in for one more kiss, which you allowed, and sent you on your way.

“I better not see you making eyes at me during the briefing Sourpuss, or I may just take you right on the conference room table.” He winked as your embarrassment flooded through your entire body.

“I wouldn’t dream of it Mr. Hansen.” You sent him your own wink before, turning to leave his office.

Your day seemed to speed by after that. Shortly after the tryst in Lloyd’s office the courier showed up with the papers, which you happily signed and returned. You showed up early for the briefing, and were proud of yourself for how focused you managed to stay throughout as Lloyd walked through the broad strokes and everyone’s roles. He seemed particularly prickly at the CIAs involvement in this OP, but you weren’t worried.

Before you knew it the day was done. You packed up quickly, and raced to your car. Tonight was your last night with your son before the OP you wanted to cherish every moment before you left.

You picked him up some McDonald’s on the way home, as he animatedly spoke about all the new trucks they had at daycare. You smiled as you tucked him in that night, feeling on top of the world for the first time in a long time.

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year

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Wrong Parent

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: Lloyd gets mixed up with the wrong person

warnings: fluff, mentions of Lloyds work, biting, nipples, shit

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

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

A sudden scream comes from down the hallway, interrupting the meeting.

Lloyd looks over his shoulder to the door leading to the hallway. Lloyd turns to look back at the men surrounding the man tied to the chair.

“Gentlemen, if you excuse me, I need to take care of something” a smile appears on his face as he stands up. “Take care of this thing while I’m away” the men nod before turning to face Mr. Kemp again.

Lloyd walks with quick steps down the hallway. He knows what will happen if he doesn’t get there fast enough. Following the sounds Lloyd comes to stand in front of the only door that is not ceiling high. Another cry pierces Lloyds ears, as he unlocks the door. The sight of two small chubby hands, sticking out off the expensive crib greet him. Lloyd steps closer and sees the little infant on their back, tears running down their cheeks and a little pout on their face.

“Hey, junior” Lloyd says as he carefully picks his son up, cradling his head, “what’s wrong?”

He whines, while gripping his dads turtleneck sweater tightly. Lloyd walks around the room, trying to calm him down. “Shh, everything is ok. There’s no reason to cry. Look, even Mr. Mustache is happy” he says, picking up the teddy bear, which is laying in the crib. It was the first stuff animal the baby got. It was custom made, and Lloyd took that as an advantage to give it a mustache. “And you know what? Mr. Mustache would be really happy if you give him a little smile”he brings the bear closer to his face in hopes of making him laugh.

Lloyds plan doesn’t work though, the baby won’t stop.

“Oh come on. What the fudge is wrong-OH SHIT” Lloyd can’t hide the disgust that crosses his face when he hears something heavy enter the diaper, “of course it had to be a shit”. A small giggle is heard.“You like daddy getting frustrated? You are really like your mama” Lloyd speaks as he walks over to the changing table, “ok, remember we are a team”

He makes quick work in getting the onesie and diaper off. “God, what does mama feed you? I know you get her boobies, but I don’t remember having to take such a huge shit when I had them”

After finishing putting on a new diaper and putting Junior back in a onesie, he walks over to the rocking chair, the same rocking chair his wife spent most nights in during her last trimester. Slowly Juniors eyes start to close until you can hear soft little snores.

Lloyd smiles, happy that his son is finally calm again. He carefully puts him down in his crib before deciding to take a shower. He walks into the master bedroom to get to the connected master bathroom. Throwing his clothes off, putting them in a basket because he knows sunshine hates clothes just laying on the floor. He steps into the shower and almost curses at the amount of blood that was still on him. He better not tell mama.

As Lloyd tries to grab his shampoo he sees that it’s not there or in fact nowhere. He must have forgotten to buy some new, no, the servants forgot to get some new one. Someone will definitely have to pay for that.

The only shampoo now there is sunshines, and he grabs it. It’s not a very manly smell, but it’s his favorite smell and it will work till he will get his shampoo.

Lloyd finishes and grabs the towel, wrapping it around his waist before putting some beard shampoo on his mustache.

A cry is heard when Lloyd pulls on his pants. Lloyd lets out a airy laugh, of course LJ decided to start crying the second he’s finished showering. So now he walks back to the nursery, in just his pants, to take care of his little monster.

“what’s wrong now, bubba?”using the nickname sunshine always calls him. He picks him up, holding him against his chest. “You’re probably hungry, right?”, Lloyd says as LJ opens his mouth and puts his hand in it.

He moves LJ a bit in his arms, so he can grab a napkin for safety. “Ok, lets-AHHHHHH” a sudden pain shoots through his left nipple. Lloyd looks down and sees his son sucking and biting at his nipple. “FUCK NO” Lloyd pulls his son away from his body, holding him at arm length. A growl leaves his mouth.

“Did you just seriously did what I think you did?” he says with a stern voice “Do I look like mama”. His son reaches for him with closed eyes.

“Mwaaa” screams LJ.

Lloyd looks at him confused, “Hold up, do you think I’m mama?”. Lloyd holds him to his chest again and immediately LJ tries to go for his boob again. Quick Lloyd pulls LJ away before his nipple gets attacked again. Then he realizes.

Not only did he use the nickname his wife calls their son but also used her shampoo. Now Lloyd also realizes that his son got his eyes closed, meaning that he didn’t even see him.

“I’m not mama, see”, Lloyd holds him so he’s face to face with his son. He brings him closer and puts one of his sons small hands on his mustache. “It’s daddy not mama”

He gives his daddy a smile, ‘slapping’ his cheeks. “Aww hitting daddy after you already bit him? That’s not very nice.” Lloyd gives him a kiss on the forehead before finally walking out off the room to get some milk with LJ.

“Do I have such big boobs?”

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perdidosbucky-yyo · 2 years

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Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob, degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged <3

No one loves you more than I do

Not your dipshit boyfriend,

Not your dad,

It’s always going to be me Sunshine.

It felt like you’d been staring at the laptop screen for hours, -was this a dream?-

Ripping your eyes away from the computer you counted your fingers, no extra limbs and you just read an email so it definitely wasn’t a dream, you’d give anything for this to be a dream. Your whole body felt numb, breathing became harder and you were sweating from places you didn’t even know existed… somehow you knew this is exactly what he wanted.

You hadn’t wished for the death of your parents since middle school, but right now you wanted the earth to swallow them whole, you prayed for an alien ship to abduct them, you wished you were adopted, pissed wouldn’t cover half of what you felt.

They invited Lloyd fucking Hansen to your wedding without even telling you, the urge to scream was so strong when you got his RSVP this morning, Simon almost took you to the hospital because of how pale you got.

It took 2 aspirin, one cold shower, and a nap to even get you to talk to Simon, you hated this, you were finally in a good place, you felt safe, your life made sense and now you were trapped in your mind, figuring out ways to escape this reality and avoid dealing with this problem.

“I don’t understand what’s the issue here, didn’t you say he’s a friend of the family?”, Simon asked as he rubbed your back for comfort, “we have space for one more person, and he clearly wants to be part of our happy day”, Gods… if only he knew Lloyd was so much more. Lifting your forehead from the table you feign a small smile “He’s my dad’s best friend, and a douche” you scoff, avoiding your fiancé’s eyes. Simon smiled at the red mark on your forehead but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something you weren’t telling him.

For the last few years Simon could read you like a book, he always knew if you needed anything and with one look he knew how you felt. You let him see you, you knew you could be vulnerable with him, but it wasn’t always like that, you’d been together since high school on and off, and for years he knew you were holding back, he understood it was hard for you to open up, but he tried too hard, pushed too hard, that almost broke the two of you, especially in college, but your relationship survived it; This moment felt like a step back… Maybe it was wedding jitters or something else, but in his gut, Simon knew your relationship was in danger.

You knew Simon could see you were troubled, and right now you didn’t have the mind or patience to reassure him so you got up and wrapped your arms around his middle, head resting on his chest, taking a deep breath you tried to put Lloyd in a box and put him away but he refused to go, you couldn’t get him out of your head, the things he once upon a time whispered in your ear while your parents slept in the next room rang in your ears.

“Love comes with hunger”

“And I’m insatiable baby”

Two years ago you cut him out of your life and didn’t look back, now… somehow the bastard managed to sneak back in, but you’d fight like hell to keep him out of your heart.

Leaning back on the leather chair Lloyd sat still, one hand holding his neat scotch, and with the other he admired a polaroid. He always wore this cocky grin that made you wanna punch his mustache right off his face, surprisingly, this time he had a serious look on his face but if you looked close enough you could see the hint of a genuine smile.

Wrapped in a pink robe, fresh out of the shower you silently walked up to him and placed yourself in his lap, he put down his drink and his hand went under your robe, resting on your hip, caressing your warm skin.

“What’s got you smilin’ like that handsome?”, once you get a look at the polaroid you shoot him a deadpan look, “what’s the matter cupcake?” he teased as he smacked your thigh, “You fucking pervert” you whispered, trying to hide the amusement in your voice, “I thought you were looking at a nice picture”, his face remained the same as he kept staring at it, “It is nice” he smirked, “You look beautiful… taking me so well, taking what’s yours”. His words and the way he kept staring at the picture made your skin heat up and your stomach full of butterflies.

Hand smoothing out his chest, you kissed his cheek “you better not keep that in your wallet”, once it reached his neck you gripped just hard enough to get his attention, “why not? I need to have my girl with me at all times” he feigned a pout, not even sparing a glance at your hand wrapped around his neck, “my dad could see it” you retorted as you gently nibbed his ear.

Reveling in your touch, Lloyd just laughed “what if I want him to see it?”, frozen for a moment, before you could finish rolling your eyes, he picked you up and straddled you in his lap, hardened bulge poking your ass while his rough hands roamed your frame, punchable smirk making a comeback right on time, “show him just how easily I can turn his little girl into a desperate cock-drunk mess”.

Pulling a hiss out of him as you gripped his hair, you grinned, “you’re lucky I like you”, lazy smile on display he gets a painful hold of your chin and pulls you to him, faces only inches apart “Nah cupcake, you love me”.

“isn’t that nice sweetie?”

“Sweetie?”

“Y/N!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you turned to your mother, who was clearly annoyed, the scary vein on her forehead looked like it was about to pop, and like muscle memory, your back immediately straightened. “I’m so sorry, you know brides… they’re always a mess right before the wedding” she conveyed with an exaggerated smile to the photographer. Swallowing down a snarky remark, you offered the photographer an apologetic smile and handed her back the sample polaroids.

Before you could reach the exit door, your mother claws your forearm as she pulls you into a corner of the shop “what is going on with you? You’ve been so distracted these last few weeks, is it… that time of the month?” she whispered, rolling your eyes, you’re about to leave but she pulls you right back, “are you having second thoughts Honey?” she whispered-screamed, which immediately made you choke on your own saliva.

After coughing like a mad woman and awkwardly letting know the people around that you were ok, you cleared your throat, “Jesus fucking christ mom I- I’m- I’m not having second thoughts, what’s wrong with you? fucking hell… I want to marry Simon ok? w-why would you even ask that?” you scoffed, examining you for any doubt or hesitation, after what felt like an eternity of silence, your mom lets your arm go, “I miss those days where you at least pretended to feel bad when you cursed in front of me” she huffed as she walked away, making you chuckle.

Something in the air felt different, as soon as you woke up you felt like your body wasn’t your own, like a bystander in your own life… but as soon as your mother and bridesmaids rushed into your room screaming and giggling the feelings slowly faded. -Today is the day, you’re fine, everything is going to be fine and you’re going to be happy- you repeated to yourself like a prayer. To be honest, you weren’t a fan of big weddings, hated to pretend you liked relatives you hadn’t talked to in years, the pressure of planning an event to please hundreds of people except yourself, the pressure of always looking graceful and beautiful for everyone and the camera, but Simon and your mother insisted on it, so you trained for this day, you wanted to do this for them… you were ready.

There were upsides to this event, for one, you had a whole team of professionals for hair and makeup and as you looked in the mirror, you couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked… -Lloyd will die when he sees me- you grinned, stopping mid-twirl as you realized what you just thought, “fuck”.

Pinky in pinky, you and Lloyd walked in broad daylight, a rare occurrence since your relationship was a secret, but you were on a ‘girls trip’ for the weekend and he had ‘business’ out of town.

Sharing a soft serve, while you took a lick, you wondered out loud “why doesn’t it bother you that I have a boyfriend?”. With a knowing smirk he takes the cone and in one bite finishes most of the treat, making you whine “Oh my sweet dumb baby” he coos as he throws away the rest of the soft serve, wiping his hands on his jeans he wraps his arm around your waist “Because I know who you’re really in love with”, frowning, you try to talk but he tuts “you know I hate it when you interrupt me”, “It’s sweet that you think you might end up with your high school sweetheart” he chuckled “but no matter what happens, you’re mine… mine to kiss, mine to take, mine to marry”.

Swallowing down your unshed tears, you smooth out your dress and set out to look for your maid of honor Maria.

The wedding went on without a hitch, everyone remembered their roles, no drunken relatives were in sight, and before you even knew Lloyd was coming to the wedding you asked the priest to skip the part where he asked if anyone objected, you were more than happy with that decision now. What troubled you was that you didn’t see Lloyd, you couldn’t spot him on the benches… he was nowhere to be seen, so maybe he didn’t show up at all, the tiniest part of you was disappointed but you drowned that voice with champagne.

Now in the Museum where your wedding party was taking place, while everyone danced and sang, you looked for a quiet place for you to change into your party dress. After getting lost and almost giving up you noticed an office door slightly opened, shutting the door behind you, you embraced the complete silence, finally having a moment to yourself, a moment to breathe. Letting out a sigh of relief your whole body felt too heavy to carry, the urge to cry overtook you and the only thing you could do was cover your mouth to muffle your cries. Breaking your sobs, a familiar voice makes your blood run cold… “What’s got you down Pumpkin?”

Wiping your tears away you turn on the lights and find the person you least wanted and needed the most leaning against the wall with a lit cigar in his mouth, if you were feeling overwhelmed before you didn’t know what to call what you felt this moment “W-what are you doing here… y-you weren’t invited to the party” you sniffed, makeup completely ruined.

Holding his chest as if he was stabbed, he took one last drag and slowly walked up to you “now now Sunshine, is that any way to greet me?”. He carefully watched you, admired every inch that was you, and as if the past two years hadn’t happened, as if you hadn’t broken his heart… he cupped your face and wiped your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, there was no malice in his eyes, no hurt, no anger, just longing. Finally letting out the smoke from his lips, the smell lulled you, “I always thought you looked beautiful when you cried”.

Your lip quivered and for a single moment you let yourself give into him.

His scent brought you such a comfort, it almost made you forget everything…almost, but the muffled music snapped you out of it, you remembered where you were, why you were here, and most importantly, you remembered why he wasn’t in your life anymore. Pushing him away with all of your strength, anger took over, you were mad about a lot of things but mostly at yourself for admitting that you missed him and he was the perfect punching bag.

You struck before you could even think twice, right in the face, just like Lloyd himself taught you. “Ow! That fucking hurt!!” he roared while holding his face, he looked like he was about to strangle you but he visibly forced himself not to react, you’ve seen him truly angry, blood-thirsty even, this wasn’t it. Shaking off the pain in your hand you couldn’t help but smile, watching him wipe blood from his lip brought an unbelievable thrill… you did that and damn did it feel good.

Breaking the silence, “what kind of shitty ass wedding doesn’t have an open bar, huh?” he snickered as the room filled with tension, rolling your eyes you remained still, not letting him see the true conflict inside of you, “the kind where the groom’s family has a history of alcoholism asshole”, chuckling, Lloyd once again gets as close as he possibly could, “judging by your puckered asshole and that stare I’d say you aren’t happy to see me sunshine” he said with a pout.

“Punch if the face wasn’t clear enough?” you quipped, but before you could say anything else, all words were lost as you see his hand feel the fabric of your dress, “So beautiful for another man” he muttered, hand slowly moving to your wrist, gently up your arm until reaching your bare shoulder, not ever taking his eyes off of your wedding gown. “L-Lloyd I h-ave to go back” you said, barely being able to breathe, his fingers grazed your neck and you had to bite down a whimper, “Not even out of your dress, and look how desperate you are for me” he cooed.

Shame and lust swirled inside of you, you were slowly letting him win and you were finding little reasons to stop him from kissing your neck like he was right now, mustache scratching your skin and leaving a delicious burn behind. Like magnets, your hands were drawn to his body, starting with his ridiculously thick biceps gradually moving up to his neck, grasping his hair as you felt his harsh bite before soothing the pain with his tongue “so fucking soft” he groaned in your ear, earning him a soft moan, heat pooled in your legs, adding to your wetness.

Manhandling you against the door, Lloyd eagerly pulled up the skirt of your dress while peppering kisses all over, “What are you doing? You hiccuped as you let him pick you up, reflexively wrapping your legs around his waist, holding on to his biceps, “I’m going to fuck another man’s wife” he whispered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “take back what’s mine” he growled as he ripped your dripping undergarment, you wasted no time unbuckling him and getting your hands on his raging boner.

-This is wrong- you pleaded to yourself, but he silenced that voice when he grunted your name like a prayer, rubbing him in all the right places, precum and your spit mixing, making his head fall back “I’ve spent the last two years jerking myself off at the thought of being inside of you again, I’m not waiting another second” he panted.

His throbbing tip teased your entrance, making you whine, as desperate as he was, Lloyd always loved to tease, slick dripped down your thighs and you couldn’t take it anymore, taking hold of his ass, nails digging into his skin before you could pull him, his cock plunged in, both gasping at the feeling.

“What took you so long?” you moaned, desperately clinging to him, all logic and morality gone, you needed each other, you couldn’t breathe properly without the other, it was sick… but there was no point in denying it. Your neediness seemed to spur him on and before you could adjust to his size he pulled out just to sink back in balls deep, the intrusion made you wince but you felt so full you didn’t even care.

His cock hits you slow and hard, you feel him in your guts and all you can do is moan and cry, never had Simon made you feel this good, never like Lloyd, the way he fucked you, he could make you feel worshipped and useless in a span of seconds, breath on your face, he whispered filthy nothings that made your silky walls tighten around him.

“F-fucking hell Sunshine, you’re tight and drippin’ for me” he grunted, hands bruising your thighs as he drove into you with abandon “I'm not letting you out of my sight ever again” he growled while his fat cock split you in two, Lloyd’s touch was hungry and possessive, he wanted to mark you.

While his pace quickened his thrusts remained rough, he viciously took off your veil and ruined your hairdo, pulling your head back and opening your neck to him, the pain only added to your pleasure, “look at me” he huffed, “Tell me you love me” he begged as his hand left your hair and now gripped your throat.

If you were honest with yourself, you loved it when he got like this, possessive, animalistic, hungry… bodies in sync, you tried to form words but the only thing that came out of your lips were whimpers and moans, your whole body was hot and sweaty but when he turned your gaze to his, your skin got lit on fire. At that moment you knew he would do anything to keep you, anything to be loved by you and Gods did you love him.

“Don’t make me repeat myself little girl, tell. Me. You. love. Me” he accentuated each word with a thrust, “I love you Lloyd, no one else” you cried “I love you I- don’t stop please don’t stop” you begged as your hands squeezed his arms, ”good girl” he grinned, the sound of wet slaps and your cries of pleasure filling the room. Your words almost made him lose control, so he gripped you harder and rocked into your heat like an animal in a rut.

Wet folds gripping him like a vice, you knew your release was near and so was his, “Fuck fuck fuck I’m close Lloyd, I need you”, laughing at your desperation, his hand travels down between your bodies and draws circles on your clit “If your husband could see you now cupcake” he hissed as your walls sucked him in “You know who you belong to, jus’ needed me to fuck you stupid to jog your memory didn’t you?” he moaned as he pinched your clit and with that, both of you came, soaked in each other’s juices.

Breathing heavily, covered in sweat and his now soft cock snug inside you, pure bliss was all you knew, all you breathed, all that mattered. Cupping your face he smiled “I knew you missed me just as much as I did” he murmured with that punchable smirk, “been dreamin’ about me haven’t you?”, completely flustered and vulnerable you felt the need to lie, “no I haven't”, shaking his head in amusement his eyes pierce your soul “baby… what do you think this is?”.

The sound of your own cries woke you up, opening your eyes, darkness surrounded you, the sheets were drenched in sweat “holy shit” you whisper, gently touching every part his lips marked you now realized it was all a dream… taking a look at the clock you see that it’s 4am in the morning -4 hours ‘till wedding day- you thought, longing along with sadness were your companions for the night so you grabbed a pillow to snuggle with, ignored your shame and indulged yourself to fall asleep replaying memories of him.

Hair and makeup done, you wore a pink robe as you yelled at your maid of honor aka your best friend Maria to hurry the fuck up because you had to get married in an hour and she hadn’t arrived with the dress. As soon as you hung up the doors burst open, finally, Maria arrived with the dress intact, a horde of women (your bridesmaids) took the dress to help you put it on, but before they could catch you, you grabbed Maria, pulled her to the bathroom and locked the door.

“Maybe this is a sign” you whispered, on the verge of tears “It was just a dream” Maria tried to reason, nerves all over the place you shook your head, panic making your heart beat fast “How the fuck did I let this happen? I thought I was over him!! what the fuck do I do? huh?! It can’t be a good sign that I’m getting fuckin’ dicked down in dreamland by someone who isn’t my husband… on.my.wedding.day!” you screeched, which made your mom knock on the door “is everything alright? Sweetie, you need to put on the dress now, we’re late as it is”.

“I’ll be out in a sec” you whimpered, biting your lip you grabbed Maria’s hand “I’m still in love with him” your voice cracked, “and I don’t know if I’ll ever stop”… tears threatened to ruin your makeup, breathing was becoming difficult and you felt like your brain was surrounded by fog “fuckfuckfuckfuck”, but without hesitation, Maria cupped the sides of your face and gently blew air, completely surprising you but stopping you from crying and more importantly freaking out.

“Look, I won’t pretend to understand what you two have but… you’re still in time to back out, I can get my car and we can bail, whatever you decide, you know I got your back” she winked.

Interrupting the nice moment, knocking loudly your mother shouted “Y/N if you don’t open this door right now I swear I’m gonna break it”, taking deep breaths you finally got out and followed your mother -This is what’s best for you- told yourself, Simon loved you well, his love was kind and patient, he was a good man… you knew that if you married him, your heart would be safe and no matter what you felt for Lloyd, he would never be good for you.

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The whole ceremony you couldn’t shake this feeling of dread sitting heavy on your chest, like the world was about to end and yet nothing happened. It was nice and you did your part, you gracefully smiled and cried in the right moments (for the wrong reasons) and you said I do.

You kept waiting to have this sense of joy or at least some relief or inner peace… You looked for him, in every corner of that church you looked and he was nowhere to be seen, your heart didn’t know if it should be relieved or hurt, maybe all you wanted was some closure… or maybe you were so preoccupied with everyone’s feelings that you completely forsook your own, maybe… you needed to be selfish for yourself and you just made the biggest mistake of your life.

You and Lloyd once talked about going away together for longer than a weekend, and you both agreed that a getaway to the Alps would be romantic, cold weather isn’t your favorite, but the landscape, the slow snuggly mornings, warm baths together, and sitting by the fireplace with hot drinks would be worth it. You hadn’t remembered the conversation until now as you arrived bags in arms to the hotel in Courchevel France, cursing your subconscious as you dropped your stuff.

You got it late so you were more than ready to drop dead on that gorgeous king-size bed, but Simon wanted to get some dinner so he went by himself. Dropping on the bed you closed your eyes for a few minutes but the sound of the key card being used made you sit up “Did you forget somethi-“ And there he was… standing tall and serious, and a little intimidating, his eyes never leaving yours, like a lion stalking his prey; just as handsome as the last time you saw him, he hadn’t changed.

“Beautiful place to honeymoon isn’t it?” he said as he walked around the room, “snow landscapes are so romantic… very underrated”, he neared the edge of the bed where you sat still like a deer in headlights. Finally taking deep breaths you got the courage to talk “You need to go” you timidly stated, tutting with that knowing smirk Lloyd stood in front of you and tilt your chin up, “ok… can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” he teased, but you knew he wasn’t going to leave any time soon.

He bent over and his face hovered over yours, the smell of his cologne and cigars overwhelmed you, it was such a comforting smell, nostalgia kicked in and you wanted to cry, his nose grazed your cheek and slowly moved up to your hair, practically sniffing you. Backing away he offers his hand for you to take, and without question you do, his thumb rubbed your knuckles and the simple action had you melting.

It surprised you that he wasn’t wearing his confident asshole façade, Lloyd's line of work forced him to wear masks and pretend, he was good at his job, so much that he became the job sometimes, or maybe he could always do that and his job allowed him to embrace that part of him, but at this moment his guard was down, you just saw his vulnerability, his hurt, his desperation.

One hand on your waist and the other gripping your chin, he slowly leaned in to kiss you, your lips were grazing and for a second you thought you would let him kiss you, but you placed your hand on his chest and shook your head “I’m married now” you murmured, voice barely heard.

You whimpered in pain as you felt his grip tighten, “to a moron you cheated on for years with me” he seethed but visibly took a deep breath to calm himself “You being married to another man means dick to me” he chuckled as he brushed hair away from your face, “you’re still mine, you can play dumb all you want Sunshine, but you know who you belong to” he smiled, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“You actually were stupid enough to think that you could just leave me?... I let you have your fun but you and I know that you don’t love him, not like me you don’t, maybe he is the safer bet, but does he make you feel good like I do? Would he kill or die for you like I would? I know every single twisted little detail about you and I love you even more… does he?

Entranced by his words all you can do is nod, you were done denying your feelings, to hell with good and wrong, desperately needing his affection you clawed his body “I’m so sorry Lloyd, I don’t ever want to leave you again” you almost cried, finally letting your true emotions run wild was cathartic and he noticed, wrapping his thick arms around you, he rested his chin on your head, tears soaking his polo shirt as you clung to him “I love you Lloyd, I’m always going to be yours”.

You both stayed like that for minutes or hours, neither of you knew, but now that he had you close to him, he had to kiss you, fingers threadding your hair, he tilted your head back and crashed his lips with yours, hands drawn to his chest and slowly moving behind his neck. It’d been years since you last tasted him and now you wondered how you even survived without his soft lips on yours, you explored each other’s lips, what started out as hungry and desperate gradually became slow and passionate.

Gasping for air you couldn’t take a proper breath because he pulled you right back, his mustache adding the perfect burning sensation, you giggled as he started nipping your lips, still not being able to let you go, you cupped his face and caressed his cheeks, still catching your breath. Pecking your lips, Lloyd tilts your head up to keep your gaze, “Be a good girl and tell your husband you want a divorce, he gives you any trouble I’ll take care of him”.

#lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen smut #chris evans #the gray man #carrot's harvest #Dreamland

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rogerswifesblog · 1 year

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Ok idea for Lloyd! You're one of his targets but with the first look at you he decides to fake your death and keep you all to himself. He buys you something nice with the money he got for "killing" you

Lloyd 😩😩😍 thank you for this request <3

My sunshine

Warnings: kidnapping (but I tried to make it sweet ok??😩😂), possessive Lloyd I’d say?

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x f!reader

You were trying to open your apartment door, with your hands full with shopping bags. Once again your dad had been a total dick to you, arguing over something stupid -but at least you got his credit card after the fight, just like evey time, when he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

A sigh escaped your lips.

Then you heard heavy steps coming closer.

Lloyd looked at you for a moment.

He was supposed to press the cloth for a little longer. A little harder. Not letting you breathe for a few minutes. Just end it.

He couldn’t do the job…

They may have paid him a lot for your death but he couldn’t. You looked like an angel with your soft kissable lips, the long lashes tickling your cheekbones… such a beauty.

Throwing you over his shoulder, he took your shopping bags with his free hand. He could tell you had a few pretty dresses in there, he’d love to see you in these.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you” whispered the man, leaving with you.

Taking you to one of his safe houses, he put you in a guest room where he laid you on a bed, making sure to be gentle and not hurt you. He took a photo of you, sending it to his client, trying to make it look like you were dead… and yet you were so beautiful, even in your sleeping state.

After sending the photo and making sure to get his money, he put his phone away and sat down next to you, brushing your hair behind your ear. He sighed quietly. “I’m so sorry, darling but I couldn’t kill you… I promise I’ll take care of you” said the man, standing up and going to your bathroom where he filled the tub with hot water, a lot of bubbles, a nice bath bomb and after hesitating also rose petals.

It was maybe a bit too much but how else could he make you feel better, especially when he would’ve to tell you, that-

He heard a quite moan from your room, making him look to your bed immediately.

You slowly sat up, only then realizing what had happened. Oh god. Someone had taken you. That’s the only thing you could remember. Before you could stand up, a beautiful man stepped into the room.

And that fucking moustache made you think some very inappropriate thoughts.

You slowly slid away from him, close to your headboard. “Don’t- where the hell am I? And who are you? Why did you take me?!” you rambled, feeling your eyes being filling with tears, already starting pouring down your cheeks.

Lloyd gulped, slowly taking a step back and putting his arms up. “I’m sorry, but it’s better that way. I’m Lloyd- and I won’t harm you. I promise” he said, slowly coming a bit closer.

You shook your head slightly and he stopped walking once again. “Why should I trust you? You kidnapped me!” you shouted, throwing the lamp from your nightstand at him.

He ducked just in time, gasping surprised. Well, he suspected you’d be angry but this did actually really surprise him. “I know you can’t trust me right now- and you don’t have to but… give me a chance to explain. I want you to feel good here, promise.”

Lloyd came to your bed, holding his hand out to you. You looked at it for a moment before grabbing his hand shakingly and letting him pull you up, not touching you any further than just your hand. It made you feel a bit better that he didn’t try to touch you without your consent.

“I ran you a bath so you could relax a bit” he said, feeling you tense a bit. “Don’t worry, your bathtub isn’t even big enough for the two of us” this time his words made you giggle quietly but you tried to cover it up with a cough.

Lloyd went with you into the bathroom and you gasped quietly. Everything was so… pretty!

It made you feel a bit weird that he really tried to make you feel that good. What if he really meant it? But you shook these thoughts away. First, he had to tell you why you were here.

You looked into the bathtub, filled with bubbles and a sweet smell. A bath would be nice if you had to be honest with yourself. Lloyd let go of your hand and turned around without leaving the bathroom. You pulled your eyebrows slightly together. “Shouldn’t you… be somewhere else?” you mumbled, making Lloyd chuckle quietly. “Fine, but I’ll come back in a few minutes.” Lloyd left the bathroom.

Sighing you took off your clothes quickly and let your body sink into the warm water, surrounded by rose petals, sweet scent and bubbles. For a moment you just closed your eyes.

Lying in the warm water you could feel yourself drifting off. It was so relaxing…

But the knock on the door made you look up. “Yes?” you mumbled confused and Lloyd walked into the bathroom, with two glasses and a wine bottle. Slightly surprised you watched him sit down on the edge of the tub, holding one of the glasses out to you. “It’s a good one, you’ll like it” with that he poured you some of the wine and some for himself. After putting the bottle away, he clicked his glas gently against yours. “I promise you’ll have it better with me than with your piece of shit father.”

Once again you looked up at him, watching him drink a sip from the wine, while he leaned on the wall. “What does my father have to do with that?” you asked quietly, making Lloyd wince. He should’ve stayed quiet.

“You wanted to know why I took you… I was supposed to do something much worse. But I didn’t want to… and… my client- he’s” you felt your breath leave your lungs. “No, please, Lloyd, it can’t-“ he took your free hand and squeezed gently.

“I promise you’ll have it much better here with me. I”ll take good care of you… I’d never hurt you” you sighed, blinking away the tears and drank a sip from your wine. Lloyd noticed the tears anyway, giving you a gentle kiss on your hand and then on your head. It made your heart flutter for a moment.

You were still scared but at the same time… Lloyd was more loyal to you than your own family. It’s not like you trusted him already or anything else- but he still was very nice to you.

Sighing you leaned your head against Lloyd and closed your eyes, still sipping on your wine.

Lloyd squeezed your hand a last time before letting go and caressing your hair. “Can I wash your hair? It feels really soft.”

You felt yourself blush slightly but nodded anyway.

Lloyd put the glasses aside, letting warm water run over your head while making sure not to let anything into your eyes. “Is the water temperature okay?”

“Yes, it’s great…” you mumbled, still having your eyes closed. It felt really nice. Lloyd did everything so gently, washing your hair and massaging your scalp. You didn’t know how to feel about it. You’d stay here either way, so at least you were happy he didn’t want to hurt you. It seemed like he wanted the opposite.

A couple days later you’ve already got slightly used to your new life. Lloyd may be a ruthless and cruel man but not to you. You had seen him work. Torture. And yet he hadn’t laid a finger on you. He always asked if he could touch you- and it was mostly just to hold your hand or give you a kiss on your forehead.

You’ve noticed he bought you many clothes, even asking you to order stuff for yourself.

But what most surprised you, was him cooking for you. You imagined a man like him had a maid to do that -and he actually had a maid- but he told you he wanted to make your food special by preparing it by himself.

Of course you didn’t trust this at first, watching his every move in the kitchen- also watching him burn eggs once which made him blush a deep shade of red. You laughed at that for the first time since you were here.

And it made Lloyds heart throb. He fell for you even harder at that moment.

You ate together whenever he could since he was often called away but still making sure to tell you how much he wanted you to feel good and safe in his house.

And at home.

He wanted you to feel good at home.

You had to be honest it wasn’t that bad living with him. He was a nice guy… besides the psychopathic side of him that always came out when he tortured someone.

He was so much different at home. Like a different person. A better person.

Lloyd had even once mentioned that you made him feel that way. Like he could be better with you.

While Lloyd was once again gone, you ordered a few new clothes and a cute blanket for your room. You didn’t even feel alone in this house because there was always someone there- if not Lloyd or the maid, then some of his workers who seemed to be quite friendly. And also very scared of Lloyd.

When someone knocked on the door, you already knew who it was. “Lloyd I told you, you don’t have to knock, it's fine” he entered your room with a little smile. “Just wanted to make sure… I have something for you”

“You always have something for me” you grinned but sat up and watched take out a beautiful red satin dress out of a bag. Also a pair of black, sleek heels. Wow.

You stood up, coming closer and feeling the material. “It’s so beautiful… why- what for?” you mumbled, making Lloyd shrug. “I thought… there’s a high class event, an opening of a museum… I have to find a target but I thought maybe we could enjoy the evening first? Like… maybe a date? If you’d like to be my date? I know you like museums so I thought this could be-“ you hugged the man, making him grin into your hair.

He put his arms around you, pulling you even closer. “It’s a yes?” “It’s definitely a yes. Thank you Lloyd…” you whispered, slowly letting go even though you both would want to keep the hug longer.

Three days later you were in the hallway, trying to put on your heels but your long nails wouldn’t really let you do it yourself. Lloyd noticed this of course.

Without saying a word he kneeled in front of you and helped you put on the first heel, closing the clasp around your ankle, looking up at you.

He looked good today- like everyday. Lloyd wore a black suit with a black turtleneck underneath. You were actually surprised he wore black pants, instead of his beloved white ones but he said he wanted to look good next to such a beautiful goddess like you. You had laughed it off even though your heart jumped at that.

Lloyd helped you with the other shoe, standing up and putting his hands gently on your waist. “You’re the most beautiful person in the whole universe, sunshine” Lloyd mumbled, grabbing one of your hands gently and turning you, making you laugh quietly before you fell back into his chest and pulled him closer to you.

You felt a warmth spread in your whole body, making your heart throb.

“Lloyd I… I’d like for you to kiss me…”

It may not be the usual way people meet their soulmates but… but you really felt like you were meant to be.

I hope you enjoyed reading <3

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yagirlpurplefox12 · 2 years

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Baby Girl (The Gray Man x Female Reader)

Based off film, not book

Sierra Six x Reader x Lloyd Hansen

Warnings: Explicit, Age Gap, Violence, Language, Sexual Assault, Loss of Parents

Ages:

You are 21

Sierra Six (Court Gentry) is 41

Lloyd Hansen is 40

Summary: After your parents were mysteriously murdered, a man of the name Donald Fitzroy decided to take you as his own…but unfortunately that doesn’t come without a price. Later the years passed and somehow you caught the eyes of two dangerous men. One of them completely ignoring the chemistry while the other relishes in it.

~ Chapter One ~

This was not the life you wanted, maybe in a fantasy world…sure, but this is reality. At Fifteen you became an orphan when you opened the door to your suburban home with a smile on your face after your friends dropped you off. Only for that smile to fall apart after seeing objects and furniture trashed and a few bodies laying around.

Your friends already left leaving you to clutch your phone as you side stepped bodies, making sure to not create too much noise. Blood painted the walls, cabinets, sofa, and flooring.

Grabbing a gun, you checked to see if the safety was on and if there were bullets left. Safety was off. Bullets were in. You hadn’t gone to a shooting range that much but you know the basics thanks to your father and even some friends. Your parents were not in the living room nor kitchen, which made you still scared for their sake.

“Mom, dad?”

Your voice trembled and tears threaten to escape. Wanting to run far from there but you couldn’t until you knew your parents were safe. Only if.

Fresh blood poured out from your mother’s gauged out eyes and slit throat. A knife still stuck in your father’s chest, his eyes focused where your mother laid. Bile rose to your throat, puking when you turned from the gruesome scene no child should see of their parents. Dialing the cops, they came to the scene and threw a lot of questions at you. Why did you have a gone? Where were you? Who were those men in tactical armor? Blah? Blah? Blah? They brought you into the station and that was when you met Donald Fitzroy. “What do you want? As I said a thousand times before, give me a fucking lawyer.”

“I’m not here to prosecute you. I know you didn’t do that, besides, you’re free to walk out those doors.”

“What?”

“Listen, I’m sorry for what has happened. Truly. You’re just a child who saw the most unforgivable. I’m here to give you my condolences and to offer you a safe place. Whoever did this, they are dangerous and I don’t know if you are next on the list as you were the child of their targets.”

Sniffling, you can’t help but to let out a sob and some tears, “Who are you?”

“My name is Donald Fitzroy and I am the director for CSS short for Cheltenham Security Services. Though, I am retiring so now would be your best bet to come with me for protection.”

“…How am I supposed to trust you?”

Donald smiled and threw a file on the table, “If you got any questions, I’m right here. I don’t know why your parents were targeted…why your family was targeted. Hate to be the one telling you this, but you are the only living member left. Telling me this isn’t random and since it’s just you left, you are the best bet to this puzzle.”

“No time to mourn?”

“You can mourn,” he stated softly, “Mourn all you want. You didn’t deserve any of this.”

After the meeting, he took you on a private jet to his home in a different country. His niece Clair was only seven and though you were distant and 8 years older, you were each other’s saving graces. Yes, there were many problems you couldn’t confide with her as she could with you, but it was nice having her around. Donald and Clair slowly became your family and both helped you overtime with the loss of your own blood.

Time to time—unfortunately—a man named Denny Carmichael would visit to steal you away for a few meetings and made you train. Made you. Being a resilient one made him all the more angry yet insistent about you. Donald hated the idea of making you an assassin, but the CIA all turned their heads away. At one point he took your training so intensely that he had you meet someone to learn how to interrogate. He was a handsome man, you have no shame admitting, but a complete sociopath. Maybe even psycho. With gorgeous blue eyes and a strong mustache, you couldn’t help but blush the first time meeting him. Which made his ego burst more than it should.

“Why the fuck should I waste my time with a brat?”

Those were his first words.

It only lasted a week with him as a woman who you never met seemed to know how to pull strings to get you out of training altogether. Though, you too made quite an impression yourself. Being a young 15–almost 16–year old who about lost everything she loved, every time you spoke to him was as if you were signing for a death wish. He beat the crap out of you when you talked back or didn’t do what you were told. Yet, you always gave him a shit eating grin with blood dripping from your nose and lip.

Lloyd Hansen never forgot about you…the stupidest yet strongest brat he ever met.

Three years passed and you didn’t have to deal with anything involving the CIA and other government politics. Donald was really trying the best he could to let you live as a semi-normal teen. The only thing you had to worry about was Clair’s heart. And the fact your guys address got leaked. That was how you met Six and you completely fell for him. Though, you were only 18 and he was a whole grown man.

“(F/N), can you come here for a moment,” the maid announced. Leaving your room, you paused for a moment after seeing him. Easily guessing him to be around 6 feet compared to your height, you can’t help but blush from his right fit suit and facial hair. Cursing at yourself mentally because of your hormones, you greeted him with a shy smile and offered your hand out for a shake. His grip was strong and you could feel just from it that he was a hardworking man. It was stale for awhile between all of you…well it was just stale with him. Clair was more sassy than usual but you didn’t change your behavior. Every other morning you did your routine of working out with weights and skateboarded out front. Every evening would be a walk and sometimes run around the limits of where you were aloud. You knew that it may have been a pain for Six to take care of two at once but from how he hovered over Clair more you had an idea that Donald may have told him of your training.

After Clair had her peacemaker attack and fell asleep on the hospital bed, you held her hand and tried to keep a conversation with Six.

“She’s not lying about this being another Thursday. You know, she’s a strong kid. More than I could ever be.”

“Hmm.”

“Pfft…you know…come here I got something.”

Cautiously he walked towards you. Rolling your eyes, you reaches for your pocket and pulled out a box. “I’m a gum chewed myself. Donald tried to get me to stop, but I’m just too damn stubborn.”

Offering him a piece, his mouth tweaks a bit and he accepts the Spearmint. “Why did you pull out?”

“I didn’t want to do it. Just because I lost everything doesn’t mean I should be used as a toy. No offense.”

“None taken. You were too young anyways.”

Later that night Clair woke up and you all were able to go back home. Left your bathroom door open, you turned on your shower connected to you room. You threw off your shirt and pants leaving you in lace pink bra and underwear when you noticed something strange.

Or someone.

Pretending to not notice, you grabbed your razor and just as the figure moved you threw it at them. The man stalking you cursed when he felt the razor graze his cheek and took out his knife, rushing at you. Saying “Fuck it” to yourself you ran at him and focused on the weapon. Using your forearm for guarding, you kicked his side which made him grunt and get more frantic in his attacks. Switching the knife to his other hand, he cut your arm and with the pain as distraction, he got a hold of you with his arm squeezing your neck. Yelping, you felt the knife go from your neck all the way down under your belly button.

“My, my, for someone barely legal you sure are delicious aren’t you sexy?”

“You pervert,” you hissed when his knife was poking just under the waist band of your panties.

“She’s right, you are a pervert,” you hear a voice that made you sigh with relief. The assassin’s dirty hands left your body and all you heard was a disturbing gurgling noise. Six then stood in front of you with blood on his arms. “You okay,” he asks you looming over. “Yeah, I’m going to take a shower. You should too.”

He nods and went to the sink to wash his hands.“I’ll clean this mess up. Sleep with Clair when your done,” he orders before drying his hands and moved over to your dresser to pick out your pajamas and even underwear. Your heart races and can’t help the embarrassment to overflow, but you let him get your clothes anyways as you closed the door to take your shower. Behind the door, you smiled and toled him, “You know, that was OOC of you.”

“What does that mean,” Six asked, moving towards the body using your sheets to move it.

“Means “out of character”, usually you hum, grunt, of just say a word or two. Not really have I heard you make jokes. But you did make one about the guy being a pervert when he—well—you know.”

“Well that’s because he was…plus being around you and Clair is such a headache.”

“Pfft, you love us,” you laughed before hopping in the shower.

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sstan-hoe · 1 year

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𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝒆

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bfd!lloyd hansen × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — a short little drabble on your secret relationship with your bestfriends dad or more like daddy ;)

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — foreplay but no p in v, reader is 26 and lloyd is around 45 (not older)

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I didn't like the idea of the reader being barley 20 or something while the man is in his 40s like it is in these kind of fics mostly is. I felt way more comfortable with reader being 26 and lloyd around 45 but no older, meaning he was 20 or younger when his daughter was born, oops baby what I call her! But he still loves her! follow @sstanhoe-updates to get a notification everytime I post! reblog and comment!

Excitement flooded your veins as you stepped inside your best friend's home. Today she was celebrating her twenty-fifth birthday and while you were happy to party with her, you were more excited to see her dad.

For little over a year now you and him were in a committed yet secret relationship. While you loved to keep the relationship a secret you hated it the same. You hated how you couldn’t go out together while holding hands, kiss each other, show affection to one another, how you couldn’t claim him as yours in front of all those suburban single moms.

Walking inside the house you saw how beautifully Vaera had decorated the living room. Before you were able to take more in, a pair of arms wrapped around you, “ah! You're finally here! Dad and I were already waiting for ages,” she told you with a dramatic sigh.

You giggled in response hugging her back, Lloyd stood in the corner of the living room watching you closely. “Dad, won't you say hello to her?” Of course, Vaera knew her dad was just waiting for her to finish cuddling you. With a smile, he walked over to you, stretching out his hand for you to shake. In his eyes, you saw a spark, a desperate need to do more than just shake your hand.

“Come on now, you can help me make snacks while we wait for the others,” she dragged you into the kitchen, you had no problem helping her but a question was burning on your tongue, “will your father be here during the party?” you finally asked.

She sighed in answer, of course, no young adult would like to be chaperoned by their dad.

Later on, all the guests started pouring in and soon Lloyd was swarmed by people varying from the age of twenty-three to twenty-six. While he watched that no one went out of line and didn't get drunk he was searching for you, in particular, in particular the whole time.

The snacks were still keeping you occupied in the kitchen while Vaera was in the living room greeting everyone. You didn't mind staying behind because you weren't a fan of big crowds anyway.

“Thought I'd find you here,” a voice drawled from behind you, a voice you knew all too well. His muscled – or how you called them bodybuilder – arms wrapped around your waist pulling you against his chest. “Can't believe she's leaving ya alone, all by yourself…,” he whispered against the shell of your ear.

As you leaned back against his chest you felt the warmth radiating off of him. In those nights you spend with Lloyd your favorite thing is cuddling into his warm, comfy arms. They made you feel safe. “I like being close to you. You’re warm,” you mused, closing your eyes to enjoy the moment. The low chuckle from him made your stomach tingle.

You wished you could stay like this forever, but it was just wishful thinking. The only reason why you kept it a secret however was Vaera, she would freak out and hate you forever which you could understand. To be honest, if your dad would have a girlfriend who was only a year older than you, you'd react the same.

Sadly Lloyd let go of as he heard Vaera announcing to her friends she was coming to get you. The disappointed sigh could be clearly noticed by Lloyd and he squeezed your hand in comfort.

“Oh, dad here you are! I was already wondering where you had gone, but I gotta take my friend away now!” without waiting for an answer Vaera took you back to the living room where all of her friends were already waiting.

An uneasy feeling creeped up your spine as you stood in the crowd of people and Vaera wasn't helping.

Just as she was pushing you to the next group someone stopped her, “sweetheart she has enough time to meet everyone, how about we cut the cake huh?” You suppressed a relieved sigh at the sound of Lloyd's voice rescuing you.

Vaera, as a cake addict, immediately ran to the kitchen to get the cake. Your eyes found Lloyd's and you gave him a thankful smile. The moment didn't last long because Lloyd walked after his daughter knowing if she was carrying the cake alone it would end in a mess.

Lloyd carried out the cake very focused on not dropping the three stock high cake. You couldn't help but admire him, the way his brows furrowed in concentration, his perfect styled hair, those blue eyes in which you got lost everytime, his rough yet soft hands that gently caressed you every chance he had.

They began cutting the cake and giving everyone a piece, when it was your turn Lloyd leaned down to whisper, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Your cheeks instantly felt warm with embarrassment.

Soon Vaera started to play her music while you found an excuse im cleaning up the plates so you could escape the crowds. Your best friend followed you into the kitchen with a sly smirk, “so when are you two gonna make it official?” She suddenly asked and your eyes widened in fright, “what- what do you mean? I have no one, there is no we,” you stammered as you rapidly cleaned your hands with the cloth.

She laughed, she fucking laughed, now you were dead you knew it. “You and my dad! I know you guys are a thing, have been a real long time now. I heard you once while you were fucking and yes it is gross but I couldn't be happier, rather have you as a step mom than some other bitch,” Vaera shrugged and bumped her hip against yours.

“First of all, you heard us having sex? Second, it's gonna be a long way till I'm your step mom, also why are you nor freaking out?” Your expression was priceless, in every possibility you had imagined Vaera would have been mad but here she was wanting you and Lloyd together. “To be honest I always found you would make a great couple and at first I did freak out but I've come to my senses honestly, now just make it official! It's nothing bad and you deserve it,” instead of giving her an answer you hugged her tightly whispering 'I love you' to her. Your best friend hugged you back with a succeeding smile.

She left the kitchen with a wink and soon Lloyd entered just as a slow song started to play, “Vae said you needed my help sunshine,” he walked around the isle and pulled you into him again. Lloyd loved to hold you every chance he got or more touch you.

“Wanna dance?” You questioned him, as much as he tried to hide it Lloyd enjoyed dancing with you so it was no surprise to you when he agreed.

You closed you hands around his neck and Lloyd kept his hands on your waist. Both of you swaying to the music, your head leaned against his chest with closed eyes, your man rested his head on yours as his thoughts run wild on what he did to deserve you.

Against your will the music ended and it came a pop song on. With a disappointed sigh you returned to cleaning the plates but Lloyd had something else in mind.

He positioned himself behind you, hands sneaking around to the button and zipper of your jeans. Shaking your head by his actions you knew what was to come. Opening the button as well as zipper in easy movements Lloyd slipped his hand inside you panties.

Lloyd runs his hand down your folds smirking once he feels how wet you are, “oh sunshine, so wet for me 'lready,” he coats his fingers with a healthy amount of your slickness spreading on your cunt.

Then two of his thick fingers slip inside your soaked channel with ease, pumping them in and out of your pussy, curling them. A high pitched whimper slipped past your lips as he found your g-spot. Instantly Lloyd's free hand shot up to cover your mouth, “sh, sh, sh sunshine…we gotta be quite okay?” Nodding you had you obeyed his order.

His thumb traced circles on your clit, edging you further to your orgasm, “yes, sunshine cum for me, cum for me while we're here in the kitchen hiding when everyone could come in here any second,” something about being caught always turned you on – another reason to keep the relationship a secret. Being the good girl you were for Lloyd the knot in your stomache twisted and your relieve washed over you in waves.

Breathing heavily you had to lean back against Lloyd for support. “You did such a good job sunshine,” Lloyd fingered you through your high, lingering a minute to make sure you were okay.

Once his hand had left your pussy and was cleaned up you turned around to him cupping his cheeks, “if I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” The question caught Lloyd of guard, he would love nothing more than that.

“Without missing a beat sunshine, but what about Vae? She would freak out,” his hands came to rest on your neck as he leaned his forehead against yours, “don't worry about her, it's covered,” was all you said before leading him into the living room.

“Kiss me?” Lloyd didn't even wait a second before doing as you asked, his lips on yours, gently biting on your lower lip. Opening your mouth you met his tongue in, while the fought for dominance in nights they now danced a passionate dance of love. Your hands sneaking into Lloyd's hair while his right cupped your cheek to guide you and his left you neck to keep you.

Kissing him with everyone watching felt freeing, like a burden falling of your shoulder.

“Go dad!”

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vellicore · 2 months

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Please note that all of the following stories involve stepcest. If this is disturbing or upsetting to you, do not proceed. As always, this is intended for those that are 18+ only. Minors DNI. Gives You Hell - Pairing: Step!Brother Ransom Drysdale x Step!Sister Reader Twisted - Pairing: Step Dad!Lloyd Hansen x Step Daughter!Reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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The Grey Zone 1

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your parents has never been good, and that with a family friend takes a strange turn(goth!reader)

Character: Lloyd Hansen

Note: This is what happens when I decide to say fuck it.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you like I love turning intended one shots into series. Take care. 💖

The scent of matcha dampens your corset. Lucky for you, it’s black and won’t stain. That’s the one worry you rarely face in your life; stains. Dark fabric does more favours than just slimming you.

Still, that sunny side isn’t enough to brighten your mood. Your day has been shrouded in dark clouds. Your wasted Starbucks matcha and spoiled study sessions weigh down your feet, the thick treads of your boots clomping down the pavement. And on the bus, you nearly fell right on your face with no seats free to sit.

You look up as you approach your father’s ranch house style home. He didn’t take much pride in you but the house was always a gem for him to show off. Almost all your life, it was under one renovation or another. He was always trying to fix things up, including you.

Your mother enabled his endless ‘improvements’ so long as he bribed her with something pretty. That was her thing. He builds, she decorates, and you are the one ornament that doesn’t fit. At least, that’s what it’s felt like since your turn towards black nail polish and fishnets at thirteen. Seven years later and there was still the same angst woven into your parental relationships.

You tramp up the steps of the porch, not noticing the figure sat on the handcrafted bench near the large squared paned windows. Mr. Hansen sits with a can of craft beer in hand, arching a brow at the can as he reads it skeptically. He glances over, not so surprised by your sudden appearance.

You take your earbuds out as the racket scratches from the tiny speakers. You thin your lips, smiles not exactly your forte. He sits up and puts the can down on the bench.

“Tastes like fermented socks,” he says coolly, “your dad never has anything good.”

“Mm,” you grumble as you grip the leather strap of your studded knapsack. “Yeah��”

“You want it? Just don’t tattle on me,” he offers as he taps the aluminum brim.

You shake your head.

“I won’t tell,” he smirks.

“You’re right, it tastes like socks,” you say dully.

He chuckles and brings his hand up, smoothing his palm across the buzzed side of his head. He looks at you, a bit longer than usual. You have the urge to take out your phone and check your reflection.

“I should–”

“That new?”

You speak at the same time. Awkward. Mr. Hansen isn’t usually that out of sync. He has a confidence that makes you feel even more clueless.

“What?” You blink and twist your toe into the wood.

“That shirt.”

You look down at the boned black corset with the violet trim, over a plain black turtleneck. You got it from a vintage store years ago. You’ve worn it so much, the boning holds the shape of your body. You shake your head and shrug.

“Hmm, looks nice.”

The compliment catches you further off guard than his solitary presence. He’s blunt and to the point. The only person you’ve ever heard tell your father the truth. And you know your style is not to everyone's taste.

Looking at him, it's definitely not his. Cream coloured pants, burgundy loafers with golden buckles, and polo striped in shades of goldenrod and garnet.

“Thanks,” you keep from sucking your lip in, not wanting to smear your lip stain. “I should… go.”

“Sure,” he sits back, leaning against the window frame, “if you see your dad, send him out. He ditched me like fifteen minutes ago to find some nonsense sports card.”

“Right,” you continue across the porch.

In your peripheral, his head turns but you don’t meet his gaze. You pull open the screen door, innately aware of him watching you. Why?

The interior door is ajar. You step inside and the spring of the screen snaps it shut behind you. You put your bag on the console table just inside, and lean on it as you unlace your boots. Your mother would subject you to her shrill disapproval if you leave dirt on the runner again.

As you stand, you check your reflection in the round mirror hung on the wall, a frame of golden oak leaves around it. You don’t look that bad. You fixed most of your smeared eyeliner before you left the mall and your lip stain has stuck pretty well. You might be a bit shiny from sweat but nothing egregious.

Before you can grab your bag, the screen door opens. You wince and look at Mr. Hansen as he enters. He is close as he lets the door shut softly and you quickly snatch your knapsack and move away from him.

“Second thought, gotta hit the bathroom,” he explains but pauses and wiggles his nose, the gesture made more obvious by the trim of hair beneath, “smells like grass.”

“Uh, yeah,” you sling your bag from your elbow, “spilled my tea.”

“Probably a good thing if it smells like a lawn,” he scoffs and kicks off his velvet loafers.

“Probably,” you agree glumly and turn away.

“Too bad though. Hope you didn’t burn yourself.”

You stop again, at the bottom of the stairs. You glance back at him. He’s being strangely nice. This isn’t the same man who called you Wednesday Addams and teased you how he was certain that you must sleep in a coffin. Is something wrong? Is your dad okay?

“Hey,” your dad’s voice booms down the stairs above you. You spin and look up at his descent. He carries the old cigar box he keeps his collectibles in, “home early. Thought you were studying.”

“Yeah, uh, I’m just going to do it here–” you say.

“Your mother wants you to help with dinner tonight,” he doesn’t let you finish. As he nears he stops, looking you up and down like he always does. You have to know that he hates everything about you. “Colourful.”

“Dad,” you whisper a weak plea.

He doesn’t answer you as he shoulders past. You frown but don’t look back. You don’t want to show how much it hurts. Even if it happens every day, it still crushes you. It’s just clothes, why does he care so much? You remember the day he stopped taking you to car shows with him, the day you refused to take out your earrings. That was the switch.

“Studying, huh? Boring, but admirable,” Mr. Hansen comments, “think most dad’s would love to hear that from their daughters, huh, Ray?”

Your father just huffs, “depends what they’re studying.”

You keep on up the stairs. You won’t argue, not in front of company. Especially not in front of Mr. Hansen.

“Degree isn’t worth much when you dress like that,” you hear his remark before you get to the top.

You peek back downstairs but can’t see the landing below. Funny, you got a job and they don’t care what you wear, they just want you to show up. If only you had the courage to say it out loud. If only it would make a difference.

You shuffle to your room, just down the hall from your father’s. He occupies the primary room and your mother sleeps in her studio, just the next doorway. They can be amiable, given they don’t spend too much time together. Their relationship is more transactional than affectionate.

You wouldn’t know much about that, though. You’re only guessing. The closest you got to a relationship was when Travis invited you under the bleaches… that’s a memory worth forgetting.

You close your door before you can get carried away. You stopped worrying about your parents’ marriage right before high school. You realised then, there wasn’t any use in fretting in it. In fact, you became almost hopeful that one day they would split.

You put your bag on your bed and look around. The vanity you painted black stands beside the dark curtains. Little bat stickers decorate the edges of the mirror, your collection of antique vials and painted bottles line one side, and your make up chest sits on the other. It’s your little cave, the one place no one can tell you who to be.

You turn on the lamp in the shape of a crystal ball. You undo your corset and peel off your turtleneck, leaving the damp clothing in the hamper. You pull on a black and white striped sweater instead.

You unpack your laptop and climb up on your high queen. The frame has curling iron posts, a particularly gothic design with a peak at the center of the headboard. You love it even if it scratches the paint off the wall.

You pile your pillows up, building a cosy nest to catch up on your work. It’s maybe ten minutes before there’s pounding on your door. Your mother doesn’t wait for an answer. You’ve learned not to expect her to. You look over as she flips on the overhead lights, ruining the subtle ambience of your bedside lamp.

“Uh, hello,” she snips, “your dad said he told you about dinner.”

You frown, “it’s only four–”

“Yes, and? I’m making a bouillabaisse. It needs lots of time,” she retorts, “besides, the table will need to be set for our company.”

“Company? You mean Mr. Hansen–”

“Er yeah,” she sniffs, “don’t be so dumb and stop asking questions.”

“Just curious,” you close your laptop and push yourself across the bed, “coming…”

Your voice trails off as your mother’s already gone, your door left slightly ajar. You huff and follow her tracks, her steps on the stairs as you get to the hallway. You pull your door shut behind you, checking to make sure the fault mechanism catches.

You continue downstairs and follow the impatient clanging of your mother. She’s never very subtle. She already has a glass of red on the counter. She’ll bark at you over it as she tells you exactly how to cook and refuse to do any of it herself.

“Oh, honey,” she says dramatically as she slams the soup pot on the burner, “you look so grim. What happened to that new gloss I bought you?”

“The pink stuff?” You utter as you pick at your sleeves.

“It went so nice with your complexion,” she preens, “it would look so nice with a new dress. I was online shopping today–”

“Mom,” you cross your arms.

“Don’t be a brat. You know, when I was your age, I would’ve loved if my mother still bought me clothes. She made me work for everything I had. She wouldn’t even buy me tampons.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“Don’t be sorry, get the fish out. Don’t forget the mussels…”

You do as she says. You take out the vast array of fish along with the vegetables she lists off. She empties her glass by the time you start adding ingredients to the blender for the base. You’ve never been a fan of the dish but the last time you tried to convince her on something similar, you went to bed with a stinging cheek. She pours a second glass as you run the motor, holding it extra long to override her nagging.

She leans on the counter, swirling her glass. You can smell her cabinet-laced breath. She’s tipsy already. You add oil to the pot and wait for it to heat up.

“You look so dreary in black,” she mopes, “what happened to my little girl?”

“I’m twenty,” you offer flatly.

“Oh, you started this long before that,” she snarls, “you never wanted to be pretty for your mama.”

“I…” you look down, “this is pretty. To me.”

“You look like one of those girls on the internet…” her head wobbles and she slurps from her glass, “I’ve seen the type. They wear tights like yours and nothing else. What are you always doing on your computer, anyway?”

The accusation scalds you. You shake your head and add the chopped onion, fennel, and leek to the hot oil. This isn’t the first time she’s made the insinuation. Like that time she found certain websites saved on your father’s iPad. It couldn’t have been him, he wouldn’t look at those things. And there was only one other person to blame.

“Schoolwork,” you sigh, “mom,” you look at her wine glass, almost empty again, “how about some water–”

“How about you don’t tell me what to do,” she points at you with a long red nail, “I am your mother, not the other way around.”

“I know,” you grab a rubber spatula and push around the veggies and oil. The fragrant aroma rises in the air. It stokes your appetite.

“Mmm, something smells delicious,” Mr. Hansen’s voice enters ahead of him as you glance over.

Your mother turns and leans her elbows back on the counter, pushing her chest out. You know this part too. Not just with him but the gardener and even the garbage man. Your eyes flick to Mr. Hansen’s before you quickly return your attention to the pot.

“Looks delicious too,” your mother slithers as she leers at him, “Lloyd, I didn’t even get a chance to thank you for the merlot!” She raises her glass sloppily, “there’s enough left for you.”

“Ah, Connie, that’s nice of you,” he replies as he nears, “but it’s cabernet, actually. And my stomach was turned by that craft bullshit.”

He comes close to the stove, standing beside you as he peers down into the pot. The heat from the stove couples with that of his proximity. Your mother drains her glass and pulls away from the counter.

“More for me,” she chimes and grabs the bottle.

You feel a warmth on your lower back as Mr. Hansen’s cologne mingles with the scent of your cooking, “what’s for dinner, sweetheart?”

You realise he’s touching you. His hand slips under the wool of your sweater and his thumb rubs the skin along the top of your pants. You freeze and keep your hand steady as you simmer the veggies. You peek over at your mother, she’s too distracted with her glass.

“Bouillabaisse,” you answer in a brittle voice. You shift and his hand falls away, grazing the top of your pocket, a tickle on your ass.

“Mmm, fish,” he purrs, “I’m starving.”

“Shoo, shoo,” your mother waves her hand at him, “won’t cook faster with you hovering around.”

“Fine, fine,” he raises his hands defensively, “don’t burn yourself, Connie. I see you doing all this hard work–”

“Oh, you,” she sneers and grabs the dish cloth from in front of you where it hangs from the oven handle. She whips the end in his direction, “no wonder you and my husband get along.” She snaps him with it again, “you’re a bunch of jackasses.”

He cackles, unbothered by her anger, but retreating nonetheless. You keep your head down and your mother takes another thick gulp. She scoffs.

“Men,” she slurs, “no good. If you won’t listen to me about anything, you take that in, hon. They’re all trash.”

You refuse to look after Mr. Hansen or think about the shadow of his touch on your skin. Men are confusing, that’s enough to keep you away.

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diordrysdale · 2 years

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AS HE PLEASES⋆ LLOYD HANSEN

mob!dadsbestfriend!lloyd hansen x stripper!reader

word count ⋆ 2.1k+

warning ⋆ smut! minors dni, degradation, age gap (lloyd is in his early 40s, reader is in her 20s) public sex, fisting, dubcon voyerism, slight dubcon, mentions of a murder (lloyd murders someone), unprotected sex, creampie, smacking, daddy kink, pain kink

author’s note ⋆ lloyd can do as he pleases.

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the clock hit midnight, and without fail, lloyd once again heard a window creak open on the second floor.

smirking to himself, he rushed up the stairs, heading to your room through the endless halls.

“I- you said you’d pick me up! I have to be on stage in thirty-“ you muffled voice was cut off when he swung your door open, chuckling at your widened eyes, heart sinking to your stomach.

“going somewhere, sweetheart?” he stomped towards you, yanking you by your arm, making you cry out when he tosses you to the bed and slams the window shut.

aw, what’s this?” he kneels to inspect your duffel bag— two sets of lingerie, both dark red, but one a bit more inappropriate than the other.

“they’re not mine! I swear!” you sputter out, tugging harshly on his shirt but he felt nothing, which made you feel hopeless.

this could not be happening, not to you.

you swear? but these are definitely your breast size, aren’t they?” he brings up one of the bras to your chest, making you shut your teary [e/c] eyes in humiliation.

“look at me, [y/n].” his cold tone made you glance up at him, his cologne nearly drowning you as he towered over.

“tell me what this is for, princess. now.” as the sentence left his mouth, your phone began buzzing, the contact name read across the screen.

diamond club

he furrowed his eyebrows before he huffed out with a smile in disbelief.

“you gotta be fucking with me right now!” he lets out a cackle, making you whimper and lower your head, cupping your hands on your lap.

“come on, let’s go,” he reaches for one of your manicured hands, interlocking them as you rise to your feet.

“w-wha- please, don’t tell my dad,” you waver out as he drags you out of the room, you notice him gripping your duffel bag in the other hand.

he shushes you as you forcefully follow behind him down the stairs and head out the garage door.

he points towards your father’s prize possession— the infamous white rolls royce— and opens the door for you.

“he’ll kill you—“ “it’ll be worth it, get in.” the way his pupils dilate as he pats your cheek in a condescending matter.

gulping harshly, you step in and jolt at the slam of the door.

arriving to the familiar location— who were you kidding? it had become your home away from home.

lloyd steps out of the car, and opens the door for you, frowning when you scoot away from him, kicking your legs at him before he clutched your ankles and pulls you towards him.

“don’t act shy now, princess, you have a crowd to please.” his hand wraps rough around the nape of your neck, making you wince and cower like a kitten, letting him guide you through the back door.

with his dark shades on, his power was enhanced, he was untouchable; he could manhandle you as much as he desired.

“get dressed, and go on stage, I’ll be first row.” he nudges your cheek rather harshly with his knuckle, loving to watch you walk away.

looking back, you start to realize how the fantasy that sat in the darkest corner of your mind, began to come true.

giving yourself the final touches of your makeup, you take a deep breath and nod to the club dj, giving him the green light to play your first song of the night— west coast by lana del rey.

parting the magenta velvet curtains, you stalk towards the silver pole, head high, shoulders back, dragging the tip of your finger down your silhouette— as rehearsed.

ignoring the cat-calls, the dollar bills pouring down on you, your eyes meet the icy blues, smirking at how his phone was ‘secretly’ filming your dance.

you weren’t worried about it. In fact, you loved it

swaying your hips to the music, you shut your [e/c] eyes and let yourself become the star of the night.

“what I’d give to fuck her..” a man next to lloyd sighed out, tossing his head back and drank his whiskey, dizzy with you on his mind.

“she’s taken.” lloyd narrows his eyes at you as you can’t help but bashfully smile at the endless complements.

“nah. a pretty thing like her… takes a real man to hold her down. someone like me.” the man stands up and tosses the last of his hundred dollar bills at you, it seemed as if it’d been in slow motion.

“motherfucker.” lloyd grunts as reaches for his knife and plunges it in the man’s back— dick move, hansen.

yet in the heat of the moment, no one really seemed to notice. lloyd sat the man back into the velvet couch, leaving him be til someone noticed.

it’d most likely be when someone notices the man isn’t actually passed out and drunk, but dead.

“give it up for [y/n]!” the dj announces as everyone showers you with applause, including lloyd.

filled with boldness, you blow him a kiss and walk down the stairs that were illuminated with gold led lights, moving towards him.

“that’s what you wanted to see? you got what you wanted, now take me home, I’m done here.” your shoulder hits his arm, as if you’d been challenging him— wrong choice.

he mocks you with a curt laugh before pulling you towards a long, available couch, shoving you down, back flat against it.

“I’m not done here, princess, I’m not done til you know your fucking place.”

he tears your bra in half, yanking it down your arms as he crawls on top of you, his lips instantly attaching to your exposed neck, sucking harshly, on a mission for everyone to know you were his slut.

“spread your legs- oh, there you go,” he drags out, proud that you revealed yourself to him, even if your leaking cunt was still clothed by your pathetic lace panties.

he pinches your clothed clit, making you whine, noting how different men began glancing your way, even gathering shamelessly around your downfall.

“please, no! there are people—“ you shoved at his chest weakly but he completely ignored you, his hand kneading your tits, his thumb rubbing your nipple.

“you love giving a show, huh? y’like being a star?” he begins, his mustache scratching at your skin, “well, you better give them a fucking show. don’t wanna disappoint them, do you?”

kissing down the path between your breasts, you lay your head back, accepting your fate as your hands find their place in his short hair, hoping it was okay with him.

taking your panties off without moving your hands, he seemed gentle, dragging his finger around your mound, etching it into his mind, til his tongue hit your clit.

“ah! right there!” your toes curled in your heels as he suckled harshly on your clit, knowing it’d to steal your breath away.

“she’s a little whore, isn’t she?” the men around you whispered to each other, painful hard-one captive in their jeans, watching your jaw drop involuntarily.

“three or four?” lloyd’s voice caught your attention, confusing you as he continued coating his mustache in your juices.

“choose, or I’ll choose for you.” he growls, frustrated at his boner— for a man with insane willpower, he was about to lose his mind.

“i-i-“ “fine.” with four fingers, he shoves them into your pussy, smirking at your shriek and the chuckles of the men around you.

“you take them so well, you fucking slut,” he whispers, his bicep flexes at the speed of his arm, licking his lips at the sound of your cunt gushing.

“no more- oh fuck!” you shudder when his hand shifts for his thumb to slide into your sex, stretching you out for the inevitable as he blows at your slit, torturing you.

“the more you tighten your pussy, the more difficult it’ll be for me to fuck you. relax, baby,” he says nonchalantly over the music, pulling his coated hand from your channel before he cleans it on your chest, leaving your breasts glistening and guiding his hand back to your slit.

“if I’d known you’d be such a fucking whore…” he trails off as you choked on air, looking down to see only his wrist moving back and forth, you tried to clench, but he had stuffed you entirely, owning you from the inside.

it was quite the sight, and some were stunned, others snickering at your fucked out look— eyes rolled back, small gasps escaping your swollen lips, and your legs shaking tremendously.

“you’re definitely all loosened up for my cock, aren’t you? I’m gonna fucking destroy you,” he fist-fucked into you rapidly, your body jolting, you swore you’d fall off the couch if it weren’t for his other hand pressing against your chest.

“d-daddy! I can’t- please stop!” you screeched, blinding reaching for his wrist before you sobbed out, announcing your high as squirts of your juices poured out— you never experienced such ecstasy, and you never wanted it to end.

“fuck!” he groaned, his other thumb rubbing in circles on your clit, helping you— or so he thought— ride it out.

“well, you definitely deserve a treat for that,” he sighed, both your hearts racing as he carefully released his hand from your grip before he realize you were on the verge of passing out.

“hey! what the fuck did I say, you dumb whore? we’re done when I say we are.” he slapped your clit mercilessly til you woke and wept, trying to push his hand away, but it was useless.

glaring at the immense crowd around you, everyone scattered, leaving lloyd to flip you over on your trembling hands and knees.

he quickly unzips his slacks and pulls out his throbbing dick, tapping it against your raw folds as he wonders why it took him so long to make you his bitch.

“I’d kill for you, you know that, right? well, been there, done that.” he chuckles to himself, shocking you with his palm coming down to your ass in a ruthless matter, wanting nothing but to remind you who he was, and what he could do.

“hurts.. too sensitive,” you sniffle in pity yet you press your cheek on the couch, presenting yourself to him as he sinks his cock, letting you take inch by inch— the smell of pure sex was enough to make your cunt leak.

“you need to be a big girl, baby, you’re gonna have to take my dick every hour of the day if you don’t wanna be replaced.” his words made your stomach churn, but all worries were wiped when his hips began to slap against your ass, bouncing at every cruel thrust as he used you as a fleshlight.

“daddy!” you cried out as you squeezed your tits, pinching them because you knew damn well it felt heavenly— it was all too much for you to handle, all at once.

his cock punching at your cervix endlessly, his animalistic grunting and his hands tightening around your waist, it was everything you wanted from a man like him.

“keep calling me daddy, keep fucking doing it-“ his heart was pounding in his throat as his stance faltered, his body swallowing yours up entirely as his still clothed chest presses against your sweating back.

“make me yours, daddy, please,” you rasp out, your hand reached to cup his cheek, leading him to kiss you for the first time of the night, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip.

“oh, you’re mine, sweetheart, you’ll hope you never crossed paths with a bad man like me, gonna keep you all to myself, fill all your holes,” his filthy words drove him over the edge, his arms tightening around your body as you moan with a growing smile at the feelings of your walls coating in his warm seed.

you stay in place, not daring to move a muscle before lloyd pulls out, wiping the last drop of cum on your thigh and tucks himself away.

“can you take me home, mr. hansen?” you whisper out, sitting up straight as your hand finds his, somehow chipping at his cold heart.

“I’m not done with you.”

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a/n; this man cannot be fixed, but I can fuck him.

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The Agenda Today

A Lloyd Hansen Mini Series

PART ONE

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

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SERIES MASTERLIST | PART TWO

1:00 PM

The panini was hot when you took it out of the toaster oven. Wanda insisted on making Gracie’s lunch—she was the cook after-all—but you didn’t mind making something in place of her. Wanda made breakfast, lunch, dinner, & sometimes even dessert almost everyday. You wanted to give her a break. When she tried to resist your presence in the kitchen you told her to go sit poolside for an hour or two & just relax; she didn’t often get to enjoy the warm Albanian weather. It didn’t take much convincing when she added that she could FaceTime with her son & his newborn.

So then she went & you spent a quick twenty minutes in the kitchen to heat up Gracie some lunch. It wasn’t as gourmet or as healthy as Raj—Gracie’s dad—would’ve liked but he was in the UK on business for six months, so you figured what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. Besides, Gracie was only seven, she didn’t need to be reduced to hearty meals so early.

After you placed the panini on a plate once it cooled down you raised your wrist to your mouth, tapped a button on the advanced screen watch you wore, & spoke into it.

“Shehu, lunch is ready, mind bringing Gracie down?”

“One minute.” His short response replied.

You situated the plate with a glass of water & Gracie’s favorite juice at one end of the island. As you waited for Shehu to appear with Gracie you peered out the window that overlooked the backyard where Wanda laid on a lounger under an umbrella, a smile on her face as she spoke on her phone.

It was a bittersweet feeling, watching Wanda connect with her son. You had no family to contact. You were an only child, your mom having died when you were little, & your dad having passed a couple years ago. It was shortly after his death that you accepted a position as a live-in nanny in Albania of all places. But nothing was keeping you home anymore. It was time for you to begin again somewhere new.

“_____! _____!” Gracie hollered your name as she skipped into the kitchen, an expression of excitement on her young delicate features.

“Guess what me & Shehu did!”

“Shehu & I.” You quirked a brow.

“Shehu & I.” She responded dully but with a smile on her face nonetheless, “Guess, guess!”

“Faked a moon landing? No? Hmm. Drew stars on your wall? No? Well, I don’t know, Gracie. What did you do?”

As if she was just dying for you to ask, she hollered of her shoulder, “Shehu, come in here please!”

Pressing your lips together, you had an idea of what they had gotten up to judging off of Gracie’s very proud & loud beckon.

Sure enough, heavy steps sounded on the granite as Shehu appeared from the main hallway & into the kitchen.

“Oh Shehu…” You faded, your eyes taking in his new makeover. While he was still dressed in his typical all black attire, he now had poorly plastered purple lipstick on his lips, a vibrant blue eyeshadow that actually worked beautifully with his skin tone, & painfully pink cheeks. To quite literally top it off, was glitter in his thick dark hair.

“He let me practice on him.” Gracie shared as she admired her work.

“It looks beautiful.” You added, your eyes meeting Shehu’s that always appeared expressionless.

“Thank you, Shehu.” Gracie grinned widely, “We’ll practice again tomorrow.”

Shehu nodded his head once, “Tomorrow, Miss West.”

With that, Shehu turned on his heal & his large frame disappeared from sight.

“Where’s Wanda?” Gracie asked as she hopped onto her seat at the island. “She definitely didn’t make this.”

You rolled your eyes at the playful jab, “Oh, you’re funny.”

The two of you traded smiles from across the island as she happily bit into the panini.

“So?” Gracie asked around a mouthful of food.

“Hey.” You shake your head at her, “Chew, swallow, then talk. Remember?”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember.” She dramatically chewed her food to show you she was listening. You laughed softly before answering her.

Once Gracie was finished with her lunch you rinsed the dishes & placed them in the dishwasher. Gracie was washing her hands at the sink when Wanda came in from outside.

“Patrick is getting so big.” Wanda gushed as she crossed the kitchen to where you stood.

“How old is he now?” You inquired about her grandson whom she still hadn’t met.

“Just over three months.” She sighed heavenly, a small crease in her brows furrowing as what appeared to be a cloud of sadness forming of her.

“You’ll meet him soon.” You rubbed her shoulder, offering a reassuring smile, “As soon as Raj gets back from the UK. I promise.”

“I just wish it wasn’t three months away still.”

“I know.” You replied softly. Wanda quickly shook off the negativity & grinned widely at Gracie who was inspecting the flowers in the window.

“Lunch was good Gracie?”

She shrugged, “It was okay. I still prefer your cooking.”

“Okay!” You exclaimed playfully, “I’m standing right here.”

The three of you shared a laugh before you walked over to Gracie, “So what shall we do next, little one?

“Hmm. Art?” She hopped off the counter & grabbed your hand, dragging towards the stairs that lead to the second floor of the villa.

“Have fun you two!” Wanda hollered.

9:30 PM

Gracie was fast asleep. You ventured into your shared bathroom with her to peek into her room. Her nightlight that resembled the moon glowed softly in the darkness. You watched as her little chest rose & fell with each soft breath. Closing the door, sure to leave it with a crack, you returned to your room & changed into something more comfortable.

It was almost the end of the week & you hadn’t yet built Gracie’s schedule for next week. As you gingerly crafted out the rest of the month, you couldn’t help but to think how fortunate you were to land this job. After losing your dad, you felt incredibly alone & lost. A majority of your nights consisted of sitting in your shoebox of an apartment, rewatching episodes of Rugrats & eating canned fruit. You felt unsure of your future. But you did need to make the rent. Bills & a roof over your head didn’t care about your grief.

That’s when you discovered the live in nanny position. You had all the right credentials for the job & enough experience to secure you it, it was just the interview you had to ace. You hadn’t met with Raj West himself but with his assistant Marie. She was older, in her 50s, but very particular & punctual in nature. She had intimidated you, which you thought would absolutely be the reason she wouldn’t hire you. But not two hours after the interview were you called to be offered the position.

That was three years ago.

Now you had moved with the family to Raj’s hometown of Vlorë, Albania where he wanted Gracie to be raised. You had nothing or no one that would miss you in the states, so away you went.

Gracie & Raj West had been the best thing to happen to you. When you had finally met Raj, which was a month after you were hired, you were pleasantly surprised to meet a young man in his 30s who was very happy to be a dad, only his career wouldn’t let him do it for too long at a time.

When Raj was around, you & Wanda typically had that window to be released from your duties for however long Raj could be away from work. The longest he had ever been home was three weeks straight. Wanda always took the opportunity to return to the states to see her son & family, which you couldn’t blame her for, but you preferred staying around.

Gracie had become your only friend in the three years that you cared for her. She was spunky, sassy, smart, funny, & all-too observing her a girl her age. But she made you feel safe, loved, welcome. She cared about you as deeply as you cared about her. It would take an army & then some to separate you from her. You hoped to always be in her life & watch her grow.

You were nearly finished with scheduling the rest of the month on your homemade calendar when the security light outside your window erupted your room with light.

Hissing from the abrupt brightness, you tossed the calendar onto the floor & stepped up to the window. Holding your hand over your eyes, you peered out, your window overlooking the garden & driveway at the front of the villa. The surrounding edges of the property were all plant-life made up trees & thick bushes for privacy from curious eyes on the street.

A shadow appeared on the gravel outside. Bringing your watch to your mouth, you spoke into it, “Shehu, please tell me that’s your shadow I see out front.”

In response, the shadow stepped forward. Shehu appeared, his face now wiped clean from Gracie’s make-up. He nodded once up at you as he pressed his finger to his ear to respond, “Security light was tripped. It was likely an animal but I’m going to edge the perimeter to be sure.”

“Thank you, Shehu.” You responded waving down at him—to which he did not return. Shehu took his job seriously—something you were thankful for.

“Have a good night, Miss _____.”

“You too.”

Drawing the blinds closed, you poked your head once more into Gracie’s room to ensure the light didn’t wake her. She slept soundlessly.

Back in your bedroom, you put the calendar away & plugged your phone in, setting it for 6:00 am. Just as you were getting under the covers, the security light finally clicked off. You waited for Shehu’s confirmation that everything was secure. After a moment when he still hadn’t made contact, you raised the watch to your wrist, “Shehu? Everything okay or did that animal get a piece of you?”

Silence. You frowned, sitting upwards, your hands on the edge of the covers in preparation to go check on him. Another moment passed & you felt your stomach flip. Pushing the covers off, you had just slipped into your night shoes when the watch blared.

“Perimeter secure.” Shehu responded in his usual robotic tone.

Releasing a relieved sigh, you chuckled softly, “Don’t scare me like that.”

“Goodnight, Shehu. See you in the morning.”

Getting back into bed, you flicked off the lamp on your nightstand. Pulling the covers over your head for prime warmth, you allowed sleep to come for you.

8:05 AM

Gracie sat at the island eating Wanda’s homemade pancakes & overnight oats while you made yourself a cup of tea.

“Did the light bother you much last night?” Wanda asked as she sliced an array of fruits for Gracie’s snack later.

“No, I’m used to it now. It’s just the suddenness of it that irritates me.”

Wanda laughs knowingly, “You & me both.”

Gracie hummed a song to herself, swinging her feet lazily. You observed briefly, taking a sip of your Earl Grey.

“How’d you sleep, Gracie?” Wanda questioned.

Gracie sat back to ponder, “I think okay.”

“You think?” You smile.

“I didn’t dream.” She replied sullenly. Wanda & you traded knowing looks.

Gracie’s mom had kept a dream journal before she passed. Once Gracie was old enough to understand what that was she wanted to start her own, saying she felt closer to her mother that way.

“That’s not true.” You said to reassure her, “We always dream. We just sometimes don’t remember them.”

“But I want to remember mine. They’re important.”

“Hmm.” You contemplated for a moment, “Well what do you say that after lunch we take a nap? Yeah? You can make up for it then.”

“Really?!” Gracie jumped in her seat with renewed excitement, “I never get to nap!”

“Just this once!” You shook your head, a smile on your face, “if you still don’t dream then we’ll use our imaginations, okay?”

“Whatever you say!” Gracie jovially sang as she hurriedly finished her breakfast.

“You’ve got her going now.” Wanda noted. You faked a look of regret, “I know I know.”

Once Gracie finished her food she carried the dishes haphazardly over to Wanda, in quite the rush to get the day started.

“Go get your swimsuit on, your instructor will be here shortly.”

Gracie thanked Wanda for breakfast then took off down the hallway.

“At least all this excitement will actually get her to wind down later.” You shared, finishing off your tea.

“What will you do? While she naps?”

You sighed softly, eyeing the sunshine outside, “Sew, maybe.”

Wanda half-scoffed, half-laughed, “Oh, honey.”

“What?” The look of pity on her softly wrinkled face made you stare at her wide-eyed.

“Honey, you’re in Europe, you’re 28, you’re single. You should be out having fun with girls your age or making men fall at your feet.”

You laughed but shook your head, “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m comfortable though. I have you, Gracie, Raj—when he’s around—even Shehu! I got all the girls & men I need.”

Wanda chuckled but let the topic go. She then paused in her task to look around the villa, “Where is Shehu, anyway? I haven’t seen him all morning.”

Your brows furrowed, “That’s strange. He didn’t do his morning check-in?”

Wanda shook her head, “I got a late start this morning myself so I assumed I missed him. But I haven’t seen him doing his perimeter walk now that I think about it.”

“Huh, okay, well.” You placed your tea cup on the counter, “Will you watch Gracie if she gets down here before I get back, I’m going to go look for Shehu.”

“Of course.”

“Thanks.” Leaving Wanda in the kitchen you made your way down a back hallway that lined the rear of the house. It led the security room & Shehu’s adjoining living quarters.

“Shehu.” You knocked gently, before typing in the code on the door panel. When the locks shifted, you pushed it open.

The first thing you saw already caused you for alarm but you didn’t want to panic right away. All the security camera’s were off. The screens were either turned off or just appearing black. You stepped into the room & clacked random keys on the keyboard.

Nothing. The screens didn’t light up or show any activity from your trick. Backing out of the room, you opened Shehu’s bedroom door, “Shehu?”

But his bedroom was empty too. His bed appearing not slept in.

You tapped your watch to life & brought it to your mouth as you circled to the front of the house, casting Wanda a concerned look when you passed through the kitchen, “Shehu, come in. Where are you?”

“_____!” Gracie appeared behind you on the stairs as she bounded down them in her swimsuit, a wide grin on her face.

“Hey, hey.” You forced a smile, gently grabbing her shoulder & turning her towards the kitchen, “Wanda is gonna watch you for a moment, okay? Go wait in there for me.”

Not waiting to hear what she wanted to say, you swung open the front door, sure to close it behind you & lock it with the door code.

“Shehu!” You hissed worriedly into your watch, “Where are you?”

The last you saw of him was when he was going to edge the perimeter last night. That was in the front yard. Cautiously you crossed the driveway to the foliage of trees & bushes that remained on the other side.

“Shehu!” You called out. The villa was only on an acre or so of land. It wasn’t a lot but with all the plant growth, it was dense. You stood at the edge of the driveway, not seeing Shehu’s large frame anywhere.

Your heart was beating fast, it felt sickening. This had never happened before. Something was wrong.

“Shehu, come in. Where are you?” You spoke with a shaky voice into your watch. Something crackled nearby then rang out. You knew well enough it was picking up your frequency. Part of you wanted to turn around, go back to the house to get Gracie & Wanda & just get out, but what if Shehu was hurt? What if it wasn’t a threat or anything inherently dangerous but Shehu having suffered a heart attack on his walk last night?

Swallowing your fear, you slowly stepped into the brush. As you ventured cautiously, the frequency grew louder. Your hand was shaking when you raised your wrist to your mouth one more time.

“Shehu.” “Shehu.”

It was your own voice, cracked & marbled. A couple more feet & you came upon a heap on the ground.

It was Shehu. He was face down. The earpiece was hanging from around his ear, fizzling. Gasping you fell to your knees, “Shehu!”

Your hands found his head & gently turned it toward yourself.

A scream erupted from your voice box. Immediately you covered your mouth, glancing around in fright.

Shehu was dead. A bloody bullet hole situated at his temple.

Tears escaped your eyes as you it dawned on you the reality you found yourself in.

“Gracie…” Shooting up, you raced through the trees back to the villa. You didn’t care who may be waiting for you to get into shot. You needed to get to Gracie & get her out.

Pumping your legs, you skipped over roots & loose rocks until you breached the perimeter back onto the driveway. Speeding across the gravel, you slammed into the front door & punched in the door code.

“Gracie!” You shouted, racing forward to the kitchen, “Wanda!”

Unaware of the situation, Wanda, who stood in the kitchen, turned to you in shock, a hand on her chest—Gracie nowhere in sight, “What?! What is it?”

“Where’s Gracie?!” You had hardly finished your question when suddenly the kitchen filled with loud, sharp pops.

You fell to the floor, covering your head as gunfire from an unknown source & direction penetrated the air. All around you glass shattered & vases holding flowers exploded.

“Wanda!” You shouted, hoping she was down like you, “Wanda, where’s Gracie?!”

“Pool!” Wanda screamed back from the other side of the island. You winced when the gunfire finally paused.

“Gracie, Gracie.” You raised your head, eyes landing directly on the pool outside. The water was moving but you couldn’t see Gracie.

Inhaling sharply, you shot to your feet a second time, springing the distance to the back door. The gunfire had shattered all the windows & door. You sped through the threshold, running towards the pool.

“Gracie!” Your throat burned with the blood curdling cry.

Behind you, you heard a blast erupt & shake the house. You found yourself on your knees, covering your head again. But no gunfire came. Shouts shortly followed though & you looked over your shoulder as you saw three men come through the front door they just blew to pieces.

Turning your back, you finally spotted an unmoving figure in the water.

“Gracie!” Without thought, you threw yourself into the pool. You dived below the surface, begging, praying that she wasn’t hurt. Please please. Not her too.

As you dived deeper to the figure though, the racing part of your heart jumped with joy as Gracie looked up at you. Gripping her arm, you pulled her to the surface. Breaching the water, you shoved her petite body to the edge of the pool.

“What’s happening?!” She cried. You didn’t have an answer.

“We have to go.” You grabbed her face as she clung to your, tears mixing with the water already coating her skin. “We’re gonna run for the safe house, do you understand me?”

A scream erupted from the villa. Wanda. You winced & tried not to react, blocking Gracie’s view of the house. “Now, Gracie, now!”

Heaving yourself up out of the pool, you grasped the underside of Gracie’s arms, yanking her out. Her legs wrapped around your waist, her arms tightened securely around your neck.

Just then though, a masculine shout sounded from the villa, “There!”

Whipping around on your heel, you held Gracie to your front as you ran for the well-hidden trail just off the backyard. Raj had the safe-house built before the move to Albania. You were relieved to know one was there should you ever need it, but you always hoped you’d never had to actually make a run for it.

Gracie cried into your neck as you ran as fast as you could hauling a child. A shot rang out & blew through the trunk of a tree on your left. A shriek erupted from your chest. You could feel yourself crying, forcing your legs to run faster, harder.

“We’re almost there, we’re almost there.” You hissed, holding Gracie tightly as her body bounced against your front.

Another shot rang out, causing you to stumble. With your arms holding Gracie you were unable to catch yourself as you fell forward. Gracie & you cried out simultaneously. A sharp pain shot up your leg & you winced. Shorting a glance back at your legs, you saw that your foot got caught on a root. Your ankle howled in pain. Twisted.

“_____!” Gracie cried, grabbing your arms, “They’re coming!”

When you put slight pressure on your ankle you fell back to your knees, tears skipping down your cheeks.

“Go, Gracie!” You screamed, pushing her back, “It’s just around the bend, you know the code. Get inside, hit the call siren on the wall by the door & help will come. Go!”

“No!” She screamed back, crawling back to you. Another shot whistled above your heads. “I’m not leaving you!”

“Now, Gracie!” You turned onto your back to face behind you. You heard them before you saw them. “RUN!”

Gracie stumbled to her feet then took off, you watched as she disappeared around the brush. A heavy sigh of relief escaped you. Run, Gracie.

“Well, well, well.” A dark chuckle resonated just before you. Slowly you turned your head to face the intruders.

There was still only three of them. The one of the left was shaped like a linebacker with a finely shaved head. He had a strong jawline. He also had a pistol pointed right at your head.

The one on the right was the opposite. Tall, thin like a q-tip. His hair white-blonde & looked to be even younger than you. He too carried a pistol, but rather than pointing it at you, he ran past you chasing after Gracie.

“No!” You shouted, pitifully reaching out to stop him but he evaded your pathetic weak attempt easily.

“Oh, don’t you worry, sweetheart.” The same voice from before spoke & you finally took in the man behind the words.

He was tall as well, built like what you’d expect a well-trained marine to look like. His hair was short but styled like the men you see in magazines. The only facial hair he sported was a single thick mustache. Had it been under different circumstances you might have thought him to be mildly attractive, if not interesting to look at. But as he stool before with a knowing smirk, a gun of his dangling from his fingers, you could only see a threat. Someone who wanted to cause a lot of pain.

“He won’t hurt her. She’s special.” He smiled at you. He bent at the knees to crouch before you, his eyes slowly roaming the length of you. When his eyes landed on your evidently swollen ankle, he clicked his tongue in feigned sympathy, “Well that looks painful.”

With the back of his hand, he gently smacked the bottom of your shoe. Had your ankle been feeling like normal it would have felt like nothing but the action caused you to bite your lip in pain, trying to hold back a cry.

“You shouldn’t have run.” He sighed heavily, using the muzzle end of the pistol to scratch at his hairline. His eyes met your own then & you felt your breaths come in sharp & fast.

“Please. Don’t hurt her.” You hoped your words wouldn’t matter. You hoped Gracie was already inside the safe house, waiting for help to come.

The mysterious & volatile man met your eyes, his brows furrowing in thought, “She’ll be fine.”

He then stood to his feet & walked forward until his shadow eclipsed you. A shudder escaped your lips as you looked up at him through blurred eyes.

“You on the other hand.” A wolffish grin appeared beneath his glaring stache, “No promises.”

He then nodded at the other man.

Foliage crunched to your left & you whipped your head in the direction, unprepared for what may come. But before you could stop what was happening, the last thing you saw was the butt of a gun racing towards you.

Then it was dark.

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