Im So In Love With This And Im So So Happy You Came Up With The Idea To Do The Final Drabble For The

im so in love with this and im so so happy you came up with the idea to do the final drabble for the one and only, WE NEED MORE OF MR HANSEN!!😩😩😩 Anyways, sab you have completely outdone yourself with this challenge, 60+ drabbles in two weeks?! your insane!!💞 your skill and talent in writing is phenomenal and we all appreciate the work you put into completing these pieces of art for us!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

summary. | Mr. Hansen himself makes an appearance. (based on the aesthetic of my blog)

prompts. | Lloyd Hansen + Boss + “Aw, are you gonna cry?” + Overstimulation, requested by @ellethespaceunicorn.

pairing. | dark!boss!Lloyd Hansen x fem!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON, past non-con, present dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, abuse of power, boss/employee relationship, smut, overstimulation, forced orgasms, praise kink, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, pet names, Sir kink, Daddy kink, implied sexual services, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics.

You sigh as you sit on your chair, resting your chin on your hands as you look around. You’ve done everything you needed to. Every single establishment owned by Mr. Hansen is in perfect condition, all thanks to you.

Not one thing can be out of place. It should all be perfect—just like your boss. You smile gently to yourself when you think of the older man. He shows up often, constantly making sure that things are going smoothly.

Even as the only employee around here, the guests are always happy. They’re sent by Mr. Hansen himself—personal recommendations. You have regulars, too, such as Mr. Rogers, Mr. Levinson, and Mr. Barber. Sometimes, the visitors come in battered and bruised. But they also seek company—which they find in you and your special services.

You shake your mouse to wake your computer up, organizing the spreadsheet of this month’s guests. There haven’t been too many, just stray travellers like Mr. Storm and Mr. Jensen. They were very kind to you and left a hefty tip behind.

The sound of a throat clearing grabs your attention. You look up to see the man himself—Mr. Hansen. You beam, pleasantly surprised. He never lets you know when he’s coming, but you always welcome him.

“Hello, sir!” you greet, watching as he picks up a lollipop from the jar you placed just for him. He pockets the candy and smiles at you. “How’s my best girl doing?” Lloyd asks, and you can hear the loud thunk of his duffle bag. You’ve got the best suite cleared out for him—always pristine and untouched. No guest is allowed in that room.

“I’m just fine, Sir. How are you?” you question, perking up. You love it when Mr. Hansen visits. You note that he turned the ‘Closed’ sign on. Perfect.

“I’m alright. Tired but victorious, as always,” he chuckles. You hum in delight. Mr. Hansen is untouchable—unstoppable. He is the best of the best. What he does can’t be taught.

“I have your room ready for you, Sir,” you announce, standing up. Your skirt flows around your thighs, and you wear the name tag written in Lloyd’s script. “Do you now? Great,” he smirks, motioning for you to lead the way.

You nod and do as he says, keeping a steady pace that isn’t too fast or slow. Lloyd whistles a tune unfamiliar to you. You reach the end of the hall and place the key in the lock, turning it and opening the door for your boss.

Mr. Hansen walks in and inspects the room for any flaws. You wait in agony and anticipation, hoping everything is up to his standards.

“Taught you well, huh?” he grins, placing his luggage on the bed. You would offer to unpack it for him, but the first time you did, he got upset. He said that you didn’t need to see what was inside. You can only assume there were rifles and magazines, along with money and equipment, to get himself set up for his next mission.

“I learn from the best, Sir,” you gently say. “That you did, sugarplum. That you did,” Lloyd agrees, pulling the curtains wide open. Sunlight beams in, and you remember that he has always preferred the darkness.

“Have you been good?” Lloyd asks, nodding his head. It’s a gesture for you to close the door, and you do exactly that. “Yes, Sir,” you promise. He pats the spot next to him on the bed, and you take a seat.

Mr. Hansen smells very good. You admire his scent, the one you’ve become addicted to. Sometimes, it’s like a ghost—haunting you even when your boss isn’t around. Just like his voice, his touch.

“I know you have… Got some stellar reviews from some guests,” he reveals, and you squeeze the edge of the mattress. “R– Really?”

Lloyd nods. “Yep,” he confirms, popping the ‘p.’ “Jake loved ya, sweetie. And Johnny? It’s like he’s a changed man,” he explains. You preen, happy with yourself. “Oh, thank you very much, Sir. Should I send a card? Or a gift basket?” you question.

“A card’ll do,” he declares, and you make a mental note. “You know what good girls get, princess?” your boss questions. Your breath hitches when he places a warm hand on your knee, moving upwards and pushing the fabric of your skirt.

“They get rewards,” Lloyd husks in your ear. His hand reaches for your panties, and he pulls them down. You let your boss do whatever he likes—he owns everything here, including you. Your body, your mind, and your soul. It’s all his, according to the contract you signed at first. You never read it, and you initially regretted that. But now you don’t.

Lloyd finds that you’re wet, and he chuckles. “You been thinking about me, puddin’?” Lloyd asks, tone laced with cockiness. You nod your head, whimpering when he begins to rub your clit. Involuntarily, you part your legs and turn towards Mr. Hansen so that he can better access your cunt.

“All the time, sir,” you whisper, moaning loudly when he picks up the pace on your swollen nub. “I know, baby. I think about you, too. Always do,” Lloyd admits. His words warm your heart; they make you shy under the attention he spoils you with.

You quickly ascend to a climax that Lloyd coaxes you through. “Yeah, that’s it—always so good for Daddy,” he praises. You whine as he continues to rub your clit, wetness seeping out of your hole and dripping down to your ass.

Your sounds are music to Lloyd’s ears. He could listen to you crying for him all day.

Mr. Hansen forces you to ride out your orgasm. He doesn’t stop his ministrations on your clit. In fact, he moves his hand quicker. The squelching of your pussy is almost embarrassing, but your moans drown it out.

You come, again, thrashing a bit as your pussy already becomes so sensitive. “Oh, Sir. It’s too much!” you pant, thighs squeezing together. His other hand pries them apart and places your legs onto his lap. “Shh, it’s okay. Daddy’s got ya,” Lloyd reassures you.

The older man forces you into another orgasm, and then another, and another. Your tender flesh is overstimulated—too much to bear, but you keep pushing. You want to be a good girl for Mr. Hansen.

Tears sting your eyes, and you look up at him, staring as you use Lloyd’s handsome face to ground yourself. He meets your gaze. “Aw, are you gonna cry?” Mr. Hansen asks, almost mockingly. You pout and nod.

Lloyd snickers. You know how much he loves it when you cry for him, so you let the waterworks flow.

Mr. Hansen shushes you, soothing his obedient little employee as he continues to make you come on his hand. It’s what a good boss does—and Mr. Hansen is simply the best.