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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. 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: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader
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“Jellybean, you don’t have to be scared,” Lloyd crushes you into the shallow tide. “It’s me. Your Lloydy Poo.”
You thrash at your eyes rove back to the corpses across the beach. The gunshots echo in your head. You knew this man was dangerous, but you didn’t truly understand. He stalked you, smoke bombed you, and abducted you... yet this doesn’t seem real. Cold blooded murder. All because of you.
He feels along your side and nuzzles your crown. His touch drags you back to that moment, to that rising helplessness that aches in your limbs. You throw your head back abut he only chuckles as your skull cracks against his nose.
“Baby, I know, it’s your first time. It’s always scary but I’ll make it good for you. I promise.” He dips his head down and nibbles the brim of your ear. He rasps hotly along your scalp. “I’ll make you cum so hard, you won’t be thinking enough to be scared.”
“N-n-no,” you babble. “No. You—You—You killed them. You--”
“For us, baby,” he bites your ear sharply and growls. You whimper and dig your fingers into the wet sand. You grunt as you try to drag yourself from under him. “Mmm, I can’t wait to fill you up, wifey.”
Panic sparks in your chest and you slap at the silt. You need to get away from this psycho. You curl your fingers into the sand and hurl it backward, squeezing your eyes shut as it hits you. He coughs and sputters, pushing off of you as he growls and wipes his face.
You wriggle out from beneath him and lift yourself to your hands and knees. You struggle to crawl up the beach. You set your feet and push yourself up, your dress sodden and heavy from the ebb and flow.
“Argh! Jellybean!” He snarls.
You slip and huff as you fight your feet sink. You stumble and rip off the strappy heels, legs shaking. You can hear him. He’s getting closer.
You heave and push your feet through the sand, leaning forward to keep from falling.
“What are you doing to me, bean?” He snarls. “Playing fucking games with old Lloydy, huh? Like I haven’t done everything for you!” He grabs your wrist and yanks you back. You cry out as he spins you around. You collide with him as your feet sink. “I’m done fucking waiting, baby. It hurts.”
He snags your other wrist and stretches your arms above you. He looks down at you with a curl in his lip. His eyes are smoky. You quiver and try to pull away. He’s too strong.
“You can’t leave me now, bean,” he drops your arms and grabs your shoulders. “You said. You promised.”
He shoves you so you land on the hot beach. You bite your tongue and yelp. You push your hands into the ground as you try to retreat. He falls onto you, straddling you ashe frames your face.
You claw at his forearms and he bats you away. He grabs your skull and pulls you up, smothering your mouth with his. You tug at the front of his shirt and squirm. You bite down into his lower lip.
He wrenches away and pushes you so hard, the impact leaves you breathless. He covers his mouth with his hand and wipes a smear of red up his cheek. You writhe and shake your head.
“Lloyd, please--” You squeal as fear floods your chest. “I’m just—let's go back to the room. Please--”
“Shhhh,” he hushes you, blinking, his head drifting back and forth as if he’s trying to see straight. His hands go to your throat. You whine.
“Lloyd,” you touch his forearms lightly.
“Be quiet,” he hisses and licks the blood from his lip. He sucks on it as he grinds his pelvis against you. “I was a good boy for you, bean.” He bends over you slowly. He stops as his nose touches yours, his hand closing around your neck. His blood drips onto your chin. “I’m done with all that.”
You writhe and wheeze as he chokes you. He keeps you pinned on the sand as he lifts himself on his knees. He tugs up your skirt, inch by inch, growling breaths grating from his throat. He kisses you again. His blood stains your tongue with iron and you cough in his grip.
He purrs and drags his mouth across your cheek. You can smell his blood as it streaks your skin. He puffs out as he pushes his hand against the front of your panties. You twitch and push on his thick arms, fingers curling into his bulging muscle.
“Fuck, sweet pea. You drive a man feral.”
He rubs you through the fabric as your voice whittles up your tight throat. His thumb pushes behind your jaw and feeds the throb in your skull. Your lashes flutter as your eyes threaten to roll back.
You stare up at the clear sky, the sunlight blurring in your vision as you drift into the void. Tears gloss over the scene around you but you can’t hide behind them. You can feel everything he does.
He pulls your panties aside and delves between your lips with his thick fingers. He rubs you as he breathes raggedly into your hair. He inhales your scent as he circles your entrance then drags his fingers up to your clit. He repeats the motion, stirring your nerves until you’re wet.
Your lip trembles as your chest boils with humiliation. You don’t want it too feel good. You don’t want any of this. You only ever wanted to be left alone but no matter what you did, how hard you tried, how much you planned, he ruined it all.
He shifts between your legs and looms over you again. He fumbles with the front of his pants as he pushes your knees wide with his. He levels himself over you and traces the bridge of your nose with the tip of his.
He stretches his fingers along your cunt and spreads your lips. He angles his hips until he catches himself between his fingertips. He rolls his pelvis, rubbing his tip against you as you quiver. You brace his chest and croak out his name.
“Baby cakes, I know you’re so sweet.” He nudges his tip down with his finger and presses against your entrance. “I wouldn’t wait so long if you weren’t.”
He slowly stretches you around him. He lifts his head as his neck strains and his lips form an O. He dips into you as you whimper. He stops and peels his hand off your throat. He frames your jaw as he pulls his hand from between your bodies and props himself up on his elbow. He stares down at you as he wiggles until you twitch.
“Baby,” he pets your forehead as he carefully eases deeper. “Ah, god....”
He growls as his lashes flick and his jaw clenches. He looks down between your bodies as you keep your eyes to the sky. He pauses again, your walls squeezing him painfully. You gasp as he ties to push past the resistance.
“Ow...” you eke out.
“Shh, baby, I got you. Hey, you got your ring, didn’t you?” He kisses your forehead. “Now I get all of you.”
He jerks his hips and plunges into you. He buries himself to his limit and groans, his body quaking as he kisses down your nose and across your cheeks. He rocks his hips and purrs again.
“God, baby... god...” He drops down onto you, crushing you as he nuzzles your ear. His breath dampens your neck and shoulder as he tilts his hips into you. “Fuck, you are too good. Too good.”
A tear trickles down your temple as your hands are trapped under him. You dig your heels into the sand and squirm but he’s too heavy and you’re too small. You mewl into the dewy beach breeze as he pumps harder and harder.
He scoops his hand under your skull and nips along your neck. He moans and rams deeper. You kick your feet up and wail.
“Ow, ow, ow—Lloyd--”
"Mm, I love when you say my name."
"Please, stop, it hurts." You plead.
“I can’t stop, jellybean. This is what you do to me.” He rasps.
You writhe under him and rip your arms free. You drop your hands into the sand and ball them to fist. You growl and struggle against him, pushing your chest against his as you strain to pull yourself out from beneath him.
He chuckles and bucks his hips until you spasm and squeak. Your strength evaporates at the ripple of electricity coursing from your core. You whine and slap his sides.
“Please, I—I—Can’t-- Get—off!”
“Shhh, bean, it gets better.” He coaxes as he slows to long strokes, groaning as he goes from tip to base and base to tip. “We just gotta do it.” He slides in again. “Over,” thrust, “and over,” thrust, “and over.”
“You-- you—you're crazy,” you snivel.
“Mmhmm.” He hums as he raises himself on his elbows, keeping his rhythm as he grins down at you with a dopy fog in his eyes. “Crazy for you.” He shudders and bites his lip. “And your mine. All mine.” He snaps his hips so you squeal. “Forever.”
You gulp and bat your lashes as a new glaze of tears rise. You stare at him until you can’t make him out through the swell of epiphany and defeat. Your gaze rolls up to the sky again and you let the sun burn into you.
That word, that promise, that verdict echoes with the slap of flesh. Forever...
No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. 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: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.
Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader
As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3
Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!) Asking for more or putting ‘part 2?’ is not feedback.
Love you all. You are appreciated and your are worthy. Treat yourself with care. 💖
The morning comes but not relief. Despite the breeze wafting in from the open balcony, you swelter until the sun rises. Even then, you’re not free. Lloyd remains, snoring, latched on.
When he stirs, it’s only the promise of what’s to come. This is the day. A day you never dreamed of. A day you never longed for. A day he will make sure happens exactly as he wills. Just as he has forced on you every single other desire in his twisted brain.
You let the hours past, hoping deep down he sleeps through it all. The sun continues its lazy ascent, shifting through shades of coral, gold, and yellow. The smell of the ocean flows through with the noise of the waves.
His hand slides up from your stomach to your chest. He squeezes and growls, rolling his hips as he nibbles your ear. You stare at the blurry coastline through the large glass doors across the balcony. You hold back a sigh.
“Morning, bean,” he rasps. “Mm, it’s our special day.”
He kneads your chest. It takes everything in you not to stop him. His palm against your naked flesh, the pebble of your nipple pressing into his hand, the goosebumps across your skin. The sensations are enough to have you paralysed.
“If I could marry you right here in this bed, I would,” he hums. “Straight from the vows to the... well.” He snickers and wiggles his hips again. “Ah, jelly bean. I’m so happy.”
You stay still and silent. He kisses your hair and pushes himself away from you. You let a sliver of tension loose as the bed bounces under him. The empty bed would be paradise if not for him.
“Alright, well, we still got some time to go,” he struts to the coffee bar, his ass out shamelessly. He pops a pod in the machine and snaps the lid down. “Stylist will be here later and your dress is on its way. I’ll call down for some breakfast first. Oh, my suit.” He taps the button and turns to face you. You pull the blanket over your face so you can’t see his erection. “You take your time though. Need to rest up for tonight.”
He pushes off the coffee bar, his feet slapping the floor as he strides across the suite. There’s a brief pause before the trickle of his piss hits the toilet water. It gets louder as he lets the stream free. You grimace beneath the blanket.
If someone asked you at any point in life what hell is, you couldn’t think of anything worse than this.
He comes back out. The cup clinks on the tray and he slurps loudly. He goes to the balcony and pushes the glass door all the way open. He steps out, naked, and sighs up at the sky.
“Bean, you gotta come see this.”
You don’t move. You touch the mattress and close your eyes. Please, just make me a part of the bed. Turn me to spring and cushion. I would much rather be a gel top cooling pad.
He calls you again. You cringe and push yourself up. You slump and slide off the bed. You grab the robe and wrap it around yourself.
You drag your feet to the doors. You stare out in dread. He leans on the railing and drinks his coffee. You shuffle up beside him. It is beautiful. You can’t deny that.
Your old life was dull and boring. You never even bothered of dreaming of a place like this. You wouldn’t ever be able to afford it.
“I’m gonna fuck you out here. Tonight,” he slips his hand along your lower back. “In the tub. On the bed. Against the wall.” His finger swirls against the robe. “But I think out here will be my favourite.”
You grip the railing as stare at the sun. Your eyes water until you’re forced to look away. It burns but not as much as your fate. You can’t stop him as much as you can’t stop time. Lloyd Hansen is as inevitable as a ticking clock.
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You don’t feel like yourself. It’s for more than your circumstance. It isn’t just that Lloyd ripped you out of every familiarity in your life. It’s the dress, the hair, the makeup, the shoes...
The woman responsible for it all leaves. She never gave a name. She didn’t say more than she needed to. You respect that. You’re less than equipped to pretend. You’ve never been very good at that and you need to save your energy.
You stand by the balcony doors and stare out at the azure waves. The sleek ivory satin sheath tickles your skin. It’s simple. Thin enough for you to bear the Hawaiian sun. There’s a ribbon around your wrist with a corsage of orange hibiscus.
The door opens and closes. You don’t react as your eyes stick into the distance. You think of walking into the tides and just not stopping.
“Jelly bean?” Lloyd’s voice brings your vision into focus.
You face him. His expression shifts. His blue eyes dilate and his jaw ticks. His lips part.
“Wow,” he wisps and touches his chest.
He wears a pair of powder blue slacks. His shirt is satin, a silvery blue with a pattern of garish chains printed into the fabric. It’s tacky. There’s a peak of a real chain around his neck, shining gold, matching the buckles on his ivory loafers. The same orange hibiscus is pinned by his left lapel.
“My oh my, jelly bean. My favourite candy,” he crosses the room and extends his arms to you, “the sweetest I know.”
You clasp your hand around your other wrist. Your body locks up as he grazes his palms along your arms. He pulls you to him and hums.
“I don’t wanna ruin all this,” he drags his touch up your shoulder and along your neck. “Not yet.”
You gulp. The hopelessness swells over. That anger that kept you awake, that kept you from cracking the day before, it dissipates into tepid acceptance. Your lip quivers and you force it still as you bite the inside of your cheeks.
“Come on. Can’t be late to true love.” he grabs your hand and turns. He struts to the door and tugs you through.
The shoes are wedges, not too high. You’re thankful for nothing but that. As you come out in the hall, he re-arranges himself next to you and loops his arm through yours.
It’s a death march. The type you’ve only read about or seen on TV. The accused queen walking on the spite of her maddened husband; the rival cousin swept up in fears of treason; the unfortunate captive of a lost battle facing the noose. All you can do is put one foot in front of the last.
Outside, the warmth stuns you. It is a scalding contrast to the ice in your veins. Lloyd doesn’t relent, doesn’t hesitate. You could plant your feet and fold in on yourself. Yet, you keep going.
Days of desolation, a night of smoke, a flurry of chaos... all of it melds in your mind, stirring to a disorienting cacophony. Even ground turns to pebble and softens to silt and sand.
You look around as if only just awaking. He leads you around a jutted cliff and down a winding path. The salt of the ocean laces the air, the lapping of waves rolls softly. You come in sight of the sun as your chunked wedges sink into the grains below.
The water sparkles, the sky softens but does not dim, and the horizon ripples like golden thread. It’s immaculate.
You have no choice but to lean into Lloyd as he guides you. It’s like wading through quicksand but that’s more than just the terrain. Your limps are stiff and stubborn. Go back, go back, go back.
There’s a man and a woman. He’s in a white shirt and white pants. There’s a scarf or something around his shoulders. There’s silver crosses sewn into it, another hung from his neck with beads. You’re not religious. Once you thought you were. There’s a reason that changed.
The woman is the same that came to the room to arrange your hair and paint your face. She is patiently silent as she stands to the side. You never thought of being married but this is far from anything you would imagine.
He smiles expectantly as he watches you approach. Lloyd stops you across from the man and greets him, “father.”
The man opens the book in his hands. “Shall we begin?”
“Yes,” Lloyd turns to face you and takes your hands in his. “I’ve never been more ready.”
You’ve never been less.
You stare at his upper lip. That bristly line of hair. That questionable choice. It explains all you could ever wonder about the man. It’s tacky, defiant, and odd.
Lloyd squeezes your hands as the priest clears his throat. You shiver despite the balmy heat. Your feet sink deeper in the sand.
“Do you stand her and vow yourself before the Lord with no reason
"Miss, repeat after me. ‘I, solemnly swear, to take this man in holy matrimony. As my husband to keep, to cherish, and love.’”
The waves crash into the shore. It’s deafening. Your forehead trickles with sweat and the nape of your neck is on fire. Your hands shake in Lloyds’s.
You squeak.
“She’s nervous,” Lloyd chuckles. “Go slow.”
The priest repeats himself; just the first few words. You eke out an echo. He continues until you get to that last word. ‘Love’.
Then it’s Lloyd’s turn. He says it easily. As if he knows it already. His thumbs rub your knuckles. Your legs quake.
“Before the Lord, and your witness, I declare you, husband and wife. Through sickness and health, until death do you part.” The priest declares. “You may kiss your bride.”
Lloyd obeys before the pact is sealed. His lips are on yours, his hand on the back of your head, his other on small of your back. You’re breathless as he devours you. Your audience is unaffected by his hunger. It’s all very surreal.
He draws back, keeping you in his arms. He grins and winks at you. “All mine, jelly bean.”
“Sir,” The priest approaches, “the papers.”
“Ah, almost forgot,” Lloyd lets you go. “Pen.”
The priest reaches in his front pocket and slides out a black pen. He gives it to Lloyd. Under the bible cover, there’s a slip of paper. There’s a golden seal in the corner. The priest shows him wear to sign then you get the pen. You scribble on the paper, your hand numb, then the woman takes the pen and signs the third space.
“Well, father,” Lloyd leans in to look at the paper, his hand under the priests as he cradles the bible. “Looks like we’re all set.”
He closes his hand around the bible and the priest’s fingers. The holy man flinches as Lloyd reaches behind himself. He slides something free of his belt.
You step back as a twinge plucks in your chest. Something’s wrong!
The silver pistol flashes in the setting sunlight. The host is silent. A dark hole appears in the priest’s forehead as the gun recoils in Lloyd’s grip. He’s quick. He aims it at the woman. The bullet pierces above her cheekbone. She falls as quickly as the priest.
You raise your hands in shock and step back. You trip as your skirt flutters in the breeze wafting in off the waves. You blink as Lloyd lowers the barrel.
Calmly, he tucks the gun away. He slides the paper free of the book and drops the bible beside the dead man. Your lashes flick furiously and your heart hammers.
You lunge forward. You stagger in the dirt as you pump your arms. You want to scream but you can’t. You just run, lungs burning, head spinning. You race away from the smell of blood and gun powder. You don’t know where you’re going, you just need to get away.
You hit the waves as a force throws you off your feet. Lloyd lands atop you with a grunt and you thrash in the ebb and flow. He hushes you as you flail and whine.
“Lloyd!” You shriek at last, your fear boiling over.
“Jelly bean, you don’t get it,” he wrestles with you in the wet sand. “I’m a dangerous man.” He pins you on your back beneath him. “I can’t have anyone knowing about you. Didn’t I make a promise just now? To always protect you?”
“You- you—you--” you sputter.
“I know, baby, I know,” he pets your face with his wet hand. “I fucking love you.”
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