One shots featuring our favorite psycho. Some of these are in the same universe, and it will state as much. Some of these are just fun one shots, as they should be.
Summary: Lloyd's Feelings got hurt, and now he's needy
Pairings: Lloyd Hansen X Reader
Rating: explicit
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, needy!Lloyd, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, mentions of cockwarming, D/s dynamics, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.5K
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Feeling a vibration in your pocket, you pull out your phone, with seeing his nickname, you answer quickly. Holding the phone tight in your fingers, and you hope it's his voice you hear. Missions always mean danger. Danger always mean that it could be Lloyd's last day.
"Ray of Sunshine?"
"Oh, Punky," you sigh. Even though you hear the slight anguish in his voice. "How's my baby doing?"
"I'm at your place."
"I'm headed there now. Give me ten minutes," you lie, knowing it'll only take seven. Your baby is hurt, and you're not sure if it's his ego or his body, nor do you care.
You rush through the city to your apartment, swerving through the traffic. Lloyd needs you, and you're going to do what you have to, just to make it to him. Taking two steps at a time, and swinging the door open. You stare at him, hands on his head, while he slumps forward, "Boo Bear, you wanna talk about it?" you coo over to him. You're body walking into the bedroom, just to put on his favorite lingerie.
You sit on the coffee table in front of him, your legs going on either side of his, and it's only then, that he gives you that puppy dog look. "Punky, tell me what happened?" his bottom lip juts out, and there's a slight shaking of his head. "Lloyd, you tell me what happened."
"He called it a trash stache," you let out an aw, and pet over his clean, but not styled hair. He had already found use of your shower. Those baby blue eyes drift over your own, and you see them going glossy, "Do you think it's a trash stache?"
"I do not."
"You're just saying that," his arms cross over his chest, leaning back on the couch, he glares at you. "I don't like being made fun of."
Reaching forward, you pet over his forearm. Your fingers tickling over his skin, and he lets out a little whimper. "I am not just saying that. You remember what I told you?"
Bashfully he looks away nodding his head. Those cheeks glowing and pink, "What did I tell you?"
"You like the way it felt."
"I like the way it felt where?" he looks over at you biting his lip. Leaning forward, his pointer finger runs up the lacy panties, right on your slit, and he moans at how slicked up you already are. "Uh-uh, use your words Boo Bear."
"You like it on your pussy. Said that it's pretty nice on your tits, too," using his knees he pushes your legs further apart, and gazes at your cunt. "I wanna taste," you raise an eyebrow at him, and he adds in, "Please?"
