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, teasing, voice kink, thigh riding, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 850
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Lloyd and his toys. He was always up to something. Always plotting away at his next job. But sometimes you needed attention. You know that Lloyd was hated by many, but not by you.
You saw a different side of Lloyd, a side that was reserved only for you. And yet, there was something that made you absolutely feral at the thought of him using that voice with you. He was sometimes too soft, and you wanted to test out a theory.
Walking into his toy room, while he cleans a gun, you set down a tray of snacks and tea, hardly getting any recognition for it. Spinning on your heels, you go to stomp away, and that's when Lloyd gets a glimpse of your pretty little dress. He doesn't ever remember you wearing that one, and he hopes you never wear it in public.
Next thing you do is ask him what he would like for dinner. He mumbles off something quick, and you walk away before he can properly take a look at you. But he sees you. The top of your dress had a few too many buttons undone.
The last time you come in, you go to cleaning up his work space. Your signature scent on wafting into his memory, and you constantly touch along his skin. He doesn't give you a moment to retreat, just rubs his calloused fingers over your skin, "Would you stop distracting me? You keep coming in here more undone than the last time, what is going on?"
"Lloyd!" you give him a pout. Your eyes staring up at him going glossy as you whine to him, "I was trying to get you riled up?"
"Why's that Cupcake?" his thumb brushes over your lips, gliding over your puffy skin before aside to give you a gentle kiss, "What could you possibly want to rile me up for?"
"I want you to talk to me like you do them."
"Them?"
"Literally everyone else. I want you to use that angry voice. And..."
He walks you backwards. Holding you up, as you start to trip on something. His brows furrowed, as he pushes you back, until you're flush with the wall. His nose traces over your neck, gliding up until his mouth is right over your ear. With a gravely rustle to his whisper, he sends a chill up your spine, "Does it make you wet when I use my angry voice?"
You shake your head no, and gulp. His hand grabs ahold of your hip tightly as he forces you to squat down on his thigh. "Cupcake, I asked you a fucking question, you will not ignore me. Does my angry voice make you wet?"
"Sometimes," your voice squeaks out.
"Oh my sweet delectable cupcake, why didn't you just say so," leaning forward, he nips a bit at your neck. His tongue tasting your skin, while you become a whimpering mess. Only the tiniest chuckle rumbles up his throat, and you feel slick rush to your core.
"Is it me being angry that turns you on, or is it just the sound of my voice?" unable to answer him, your hips rock on his thighs. His toned and defined muscles creating the perfect contrast to your aching sex.
"I think it's just my voice that gets you this needy, hmm?" he melts at your sweet sounds. His head twisting to the side so he can view you falling apart on him. Smiling at your blissful face, and the fact that you can get off on just his thigh. "You can take whatever you need, Cupcake. My body is yours just as much as your body is mine. I'm here to pleasure your most deplorable thoughts."
Your body heats up, and you moan looking up at him. He was sin personified. Glorious sweet filthy transgressions, and you had every part of him. "Of course," you give him a whine, feeling yourself move faster on him. Racing to the finish line, wrapping both hands around his neck to ground yourself. "There is a time and place."
"Lloyd, no!"
"Fine, then I'll have you bent over the table, while I fuck into this sweet little snatch, and I won't fucking care who sees. They'll know that you're my greedy little whore cunt just needs to be stuffed full of me all the fucking time."
Your head throws back to the ceiling as you scream out lustful prayers for him. Your cunt gushing over Lloyd's leg. Slowing down your grinds to guide you through your release. He peppers open mouth kisses on your sticky and heated skin, smiling when you look back down at him. "There she is. You feel better now?"
"I want more."
"I know you do. But let me finish, and I promise, I'll fuck you into the mattress, and you won't be able to walk for a fucking week," he snorts when he feels your pussy clench around nothing. Just hearing his filthy mouth, "Yeah, I'm gonna have to treat you like a slut sometimes, aren't I? Let's get you some water. Rehydrate you, because I need your juices soaking the bed, and we have to sleep somewhere else, okay?"
"Whatever you want Lloyd."
"That's my girl. And then when we're done, I'm going to feast on that sweet cupcake in between your thighs."
