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.
Warnings: dark fic, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, kidnapping, dub con/non con, gun kink, knife kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, being held captive, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.7K
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Lloyd sits annoyed in the black SUV. His eyes roaming the city, and with a grimace of his face, he feels the deep cut. "I'll fucking kill 'em," he mumbles, irritated that the man evaded him, yet again.
"I need something to fuck."
The driver looks at him in the rear view, chuckle, "Something or someone?"
"Someone who can handle a good hard fucking," his finger and thumb runs over his mustache, looking for that someone. "I'll find me a needy and desperate chick to lick my wounds."
"You're sick," the man behind him says, rolling his eyes.
"You have no idea," Lloyd's finger plays on the handle of his gun, just waiting for the right person. "Slow down," his voice grunts out, and those blue eyes already deepen when he spots you. Clueless and careless. Body staggering around with your late night bar hopping.
Alone and unassuming. You should keep better friends around you, if you didn't want to be unexpectedly kidnapped. The car pulls up beside you, and he jerks you quickly. Your brain addled with alcohol, it takes you a moment to realize, this isn't where you want to be.
The car speeds off, but your arms thrash around. Legs kicking, and you let out a sharp scream. Clawing at the man who holds you, before biting down on his arm.
"Ow, you fucking bitch!" he screams out, his hand going to his piece, and he puts it to your temple. Your body freezes immediately, and you take a staggered breath. Eyes wide while you pant at him.
"That's much better, Precious. What are you doing out at night all alone? Any bad man could have just reached out and grabbed you," he cackles at the prospect of your predicament. That gun running down your face, and up under your chin, so he can get a better look at you. "You'll do just fine."
"A-a-are you gonna kill me?" you snivel, your body trying to shuffle further away, but his free hand grips around you're neck. Giving the tender skin a squeeze, and your lungs stings with the lack of oxygen.
"No, no," his voice sickeningly sweet, patronizing you because he kidnapped you. "I'm going to teach you?"
"Teach me what?"
"To take what I give you," his eyes move to the front of the car, face turned up into a sinister grin, and ignoring your pleads to let you go. "I'm gonna have so much fun breaking you down, Precious. Meat always tastes better when it's scared."
