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: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, non con/dub con, knife kink, gun kink, chained up, a bit of a blood kink, Stockholm syndrome, creampie, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.1K
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Your head lulls forward, mouth dry as you look around at your new home. Unsure of who Lloyd really is or where you're at. Unsure of who you even are at this point. Hearing the commotion downstairs, you know he's returned. Know that it won't be long until he needs you to assist him.
A cruel and sick game he plays with you. But you have started to enjoy him being back. Him being back, meant that you could get out of your confines. Even if it meant you had to lay on your back, and take what he gave you, you got to sleep unbound, and in the warmth of his arms.
Your bedroom door jerks open, and you see the looming figure of Lloyd. Biceps bulging as he folds his arms, "You're not on your knees."
"Lloyd, I can't. I'm tired. I just need sleep."
Walking closer to you, he lifts your chin to look up at him, tsking at your pathetic whining.
"You're ungrateful. I saved you from this world. I have been good to you," his thumb traces over your lips, and he grins when you try to suck it into your mouth, "Did you miss me my little Lamb? I had a bad day," inadvertently your legs begin to spread, and his head tilts to the side, "You like this don't you? Love when I come home just to destroy this pretty pussy. Show me."
He waits as you lift your thin shift dress, keeping your legs spread as he gazes at the darkened wet spot on your cotton panties. "So innocent. You don't even cry anymore, do you? Got you molded to my cock, and have you begging for it every night I'm not here."
"Lloyd, please," you pout up at him, gripping on his veiny arm. Feeling the few cuts he has. There was something about seeing him injured, you didn't like it. You flatten your tongue to lick up the scared area. Moving to trace your tongue over each bulging vein. "I'll lick your wounds. I just want things to be like when you're not here."
"You're not ready."
"Lloyd!"
"I said, you're not fucking ready! I am trying to protect you. This is for your own good," he twists his head around, and you hear the deep pop, before he crosses an arm over his chest, stretching the sinful limb.
Letting out a strained whimper when he begins to remove his shirt. Strong cords of muscle, scared, and a bit bruised, you lick your lips in spit of yourself. Undoing his pants, he laughs at your feeble attempt to scramble away. His hand circles around your calf, before he jerks you towards him.
He retrieves a knife from his pocket, juggling it around, before too easily cutting up your dress. Letting the material fall like rags to the bed below. Just as quickly he moves to your core, flipping the knife around so the hilt touches the ruined panties. Gasping when you think he's going to stab you.
"Why would I ruin this perfect sweet nectar in between your legs," giving you a devilish smirk as your body trembles. Running the hilt over your covered core, and you're ashamed to say, you like it. "Are you a slut for my cock, and my favorite toy? Do I need to fuck you with it?"
"Please, don't."
"My Lamb is so polite," his finger hooks around the gusset of your lingerie and he pulls it to the side. The knife running through your folds, before he holds the glistening tool up for you to see, "You sure you don't want me to fuck you with the knife? Look at how glossy it is? My last victim got a taste of that sweet snatch when I shot him. He'll never remember the piece of heaven he got though. I've become a better shot since that cunt christened my gun."
With a slap at your puffy folds, he releases an almost evil and sinister laugh, "Its time for you to relax for me, I'll make it feel so good. You're sure you just want my cock? How about I fuck that ass, while my gun is fucking your cunt?"
"Lloyd stop it."
His hands move to grip your cheeks tightly, a growl grumbles deep in his chest, "I make the fucking rules here! You take it! Did I not make myself perfectly clear? You take whatever the fuck I give you! You are mine to play with in whatever way I choose. That's it," slamming his lips hard on your mouth, he jerks his tight pants down. Almost struggling to undress himself with the fury he's created.
Beefy hands rip away your panties, as he crawls over your body. You rattle at your chain, but he's too busy slamming his cock into your pussy. Rutting into you mercilessly. His own form of a temper tantrum. Grabbing up your wrists, he holds them to the bed as his hips pound into you. Fast and hard is this Lloyd's game. No regard to your pleasure as long as he gets his. But you get immense amount of pleasure.
Never thinking that someone taking what they believed was theirs would make you feel as good as it did. Living now just for Lloyd's enjoyment. Lavishing in every filthy way he decides to play with you.
His cock stretching you out deliciously, moaning up his name, and he basks in the glory of your sounds, "You can try to deny it, my sweet Lamb, but this cunt...ah! It's got me in the tightest Vice grip. You're just as depraved and loathsome as I am. Admit it. I wanna hear you say it. You love what I do to your body. Love when I've got you stuffed and stretched out. Your sloppy cunt is telling on you. She's leaking out onto the bed. Say it! Say you're just as bad as me!"
You shake your head no, screaming out his name, wanting to grip tight to his broad back. "Fucking tell me!"
"Lloyd, I can't, just please...can't."
"I won't judge you," he thrusts into you hard and deep, capturing your lips in his own. Giving the tender skin a bite so deep, you taste the metallic blood, but he just licks it up. "Such a whore. Look at cha," he finally drops your hands, and you grip him tightly. Your body seizes as an orgasm rockets through your veins.
"Your thighs are shaking so much. Desperate little Lamb," one more hard stab into you, you feel his cock twitch, as he spurts deep into your cunt. "Don't get too comfortable, precious Lamb. I'm just getting started. I'm breaking you tonight. You'll admit it. You'll admit how much of a whore you are for Lloyd Hansen, and then I might lick your wounds clean."
