#Dressing Room Ideas Lawrence

[cabinetmakerqueens]

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[ladykailitha]

Sun-kissed and Moon-glow

My fics have been fighting me this last week, so have some softness I've been thinking about the last couple of days. This came from that post that has been going around about x overhearing y say good things about them.

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Eddie didn't mean to eavesdrop, his interview finished before Steve finished his. Eddie loved his model boyfriend. He was gorgeous and looked amazing on his own or on Eddie's arm.

He moved to sneak up on Steve to hug him from behind, but he stopped when he realized his interview wasn't over with.

"Are you familiar with the trope 'the grumpy one is in love with the sunshine one'?" the interviewer asked. She was a pretty thing with long bleach blonde hair, tan skin, and a slinky pink satin dress.

"Oh yeah, it's one of my favorite tropes," Steve agreed. "Morpheus and Hob, Mulder and Scully, Nico and Will, Watson and Holmes."

She smiled at him. "Would you say that it also describes you and your boyfriend Eddie Munson?"

Steve laughed. "I'm assuming you think he's the grumpy one and I'm the sunshine one?"

"Exactly!" she said with a laugh.

"The trope works," Steve agreed. "But not in the way you think. If it was purely aesthetic, I would be the sunshine one and Eddie would be grumpy one, no doubt. But based on our actual personalities? He is so the sunshine one."

"Aww..." she cooed. But it was clear even to Eddie that she was only saying that to placate Steve.

"No I mean it," Steve said, catching her tone. "I'm only glitter and glow. I take my light from other people. The clothes I wear, the way I style my hair, my modeling. I'm definitely the moon and the stars. But I look warm and my skin is tan because his love for me shines every day. I glow because he is my sun."

The interviewer's jaw dropped. "Wow."

"He is so good and so bright and so happy all the time," Steve continued. "He lights up whatever room he walks into. That's what makes him a good performer. He shines on stage. He looks like a creature of the night, because he's moon kissed. Because I love him, I'm the moon to his sun."

"Does that make you sun-kissed then?" the interviewer asked.

Steve laughed. "Yeah, I guess it does."

There was a tap on Steve's shoulder and he was being told to move on. He said goodbye to the interviewer and turned around, spotting Eddie.

"There you are, sunshine," he greeted warmly.

Eddie reached out his hand to Steve who took it with a fond smile. And as they walked down the red carpet, Eddie thought. Before tonight he would have agreed with the interviewer. He was the moon to Steve's sun. But hearing Steve's explanation, it made more sense.

It also gave him an idea for the band's next album. A double album called Sun-kissed and Moon-glow. Steve on the cover of Sun-kissed, bathed in the light of Eddie's love, his skin starting to glow yellow from the kiss Eddie is pressing to his shoulder.

Moon-glow would be the reverse. Eddie golden but bathed in Steve's moonlight, skin turning alabaster from Steve's kiss.

He looked over at Steve one more time. The boys were going to love the idea. Almost as much as he loved this man at his side.

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[siremasterlawrence]

Hypno House Part 1

It is pretty set in clear for me as I descend in to the hallway from my elevator shaft as the owner of a campaign for Mark K Lawrence enter through the swinging door and the light blows up through the glass. Shining through the hallway as I offer all of my hand to shake as he takes it tightly when I press the button as the door pops open to see him and we short up to the top yes the pent house. We step on to the main floor in fresh but yes in excitement as my beautiful and massively humongous office space, he is lost in utter wonder because he can’t believe what I am managing to succeedover time because I rule it now. I invite him to take a seat with a gesture of my hand as he props down happily, I go to my side of the black desk unlocking the key to the door yanking a paper as I place it onto the table and slide it off and he quickly begins to over look before I sign it. He signs the paper as the window shades are falling down, the locks to the doors go wild settling us in to our seats as the floor begins to level itself floor to floor and soonwe free fall to the basement level when it drip shaking the floor.My clients look’s completely in awe, shook and wonder as he notices I have disappear from sight and he sees me once more now across the room waving at him and then I flip the switch as the glass turns black and the pipes unload allowing the gas to seep through.He fell to the ground falling into a very deep even deeper coma like state swooping into all through the room as everything in the room transforms in to a grandiose house and after about a hour or so he woke up to a certain type of scent. He woke up to find his eye popping open to see his reflection in the glass, well not his own reflection it’s a tall almost godly figure starring back at him and it was Alexander Skarsgard because I will soon claim him as mine.The man smiling standing upward till he is at full height flowing through the room as he is taking a second lifting his arm in the air in a small effort inhaling his scent and I love yo watch him lose it unknowingly succumbing to me. He hops in to the shower letting the water rain down on him as he uses soap to be able to scrub his body with soap suds himself up and soon the bubbles fly through the air it is awesome as the water washes off of him he is cleansing Alexander of himself.

“Look at this fucking tall Nordic body”

“I am such hot catch…ooh this ass”

“I thought this was joke”

“Yes! Most people call fraud “

“Unfortunately! Did you read the paper work thoroughly.”

“Yes! I have to make appearances.”

“Yeah no! I own you”

“Excuse me? What ?”

“Hope you know! You will see soon”

“You can’t do this…you can’t I”

“Yes Master! Say it to me”

“Fuck Yes! Yes Master”

“What do you see?”

“Looking in to my eyes “

“They are spiraling, I am in your power “

“My thrall! I consume you “

“Suit up for me! Put on the dress suit”

“As you please, my wish is your command “

I appear in the room with him walking in all past the guards through the mirror to meet as well as greet my new slave to who his awe and surprise he spun about to see him with love. He has no idea what to say to me as everything comes back to him all the information he lost and new information about the man he is about to replace in life.He smiles at me telling me he is back to my side as he races down to the staircase to the kitchen, as he begins to cook up crazy Storm making breakfast as he brings it up with a tray and walks back up through the staircase. He pulls a table in to the room setting up a breakfast made for two, with flowers cover the table up till the edges and fill to the brim with glorious amount of food everywhere to serve me and enjoy my self before my many plans unfold.He stood tall over me, the room and table his shadow overcast me for a life time of pleasure as he bends over planting a kiss so mesmerizing it could have distracted me from my unfurling plans to rule the world over all.

“How do you feel about your life now?”

“Oh Master! It’s my dreams come true”

“We have so much to do but first “

“Take a cup fill it wine”

“Pour the vile of my blood in”

“Blood? Why?”

“DO IT!”

“Yes Master! Fuck it smells”

“You love it! You are addicted “

“I am addicted “

“Yeah! I love it”

“Drink it up”

“So tasty”

“We are bound together “

“Forever “

“Mmmmm!”

“You are such a girl “

“Yay! I am pussy “

“Take off that shirt…white is so ugly “

“Ugh! You are right “

“May I find a better one?”

“As I wish! Please do! Yuck!”

“Oh course I did it! I am sorry Master”

“For what?”

“Being a fuck up”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You know me so well like no other “

The end

[lacontroller1991]

Lawrence's Physics (Modern! Ernest Lawrence x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Misc Master List

Author's Note: So this is a rip off of Grey's Anatomy (hence the title) but I think it was a good idea. Enjoy!

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Mentions of drinking, mentions of one night stands, sexual innuendos, slight age gap, language

Word Count: 1.8k

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Crisp morning air drifts in through your partially open window, the sounds of the cars honking below you causes your eyes to flutter open, instantly regretting getting an apartment facing the rising sun. You’ve been in San Francisco for a week now, having just moved from rural Wyoming and the difference in the atmosphere is palpable. Grimacing at your head throbbing, you push back the blankets and drag heavy feet out of the warm confines of your bed, reaching for a glass of water. “I forget how good water is,” you murmur to yourself, guzzling down the liquid as you walk over to the window, drawing back the shades; the bustling streets of San Francisco laying below you. “Please be good to me today.” A yawn manages to escape from your mouth as you shut the window, stopping the flow of air into your room.

It isn’t until you hear a loud snore that you spin around on your heels, gasping in shock at the lump under your blankets, memories of last night coming back to you in a haze. Memories of you going to the bar with your friends, having one too many drinks, talking to two guys and taking a liking to one, said guy walking you home, said guy going into your apartment, said guy taking off your clothes. Your clothes. Realization dawns on you as your eyes cast down at your body, heat rushing to your cheeks upon noticing that you, as a matter of fact, have no clothes on. “Shit! How could I let this happen?” The lump under the blanket snores abruptly before shifting. You quickly grab the nearest shirt you can find and slip it on, ignoring the fact that it’s way too large for you while you watch in horror as the man reaches out and sits up, blankets pooling around his waist. You have to admit that despite him being a complete stranger, he sure is gorgeous. “Uh hi?”

He blinks the sleep out of his eyes before reaching over to your bedside table and grabbing his glasses, situating them on his face as he squints. “Is that my shirt?”

“Ummm, probably. Yeah. Sorry. I kinda-uh, just slipped it on before you woke.” He smiles softly, running a hand through his hair, hair that you’re almost positive you had your fingers through last night. “No problem, you can keep it. I have tons of shirts at home.” His eyes look around the room, a blush of embarrassment dusts his cheeks. “Can you, uh, hand me those?” Following his pointer finger, your eyes land on a pair of slacks neck to your dress. Not making a sound, you hesitantly cross the room and grip the fabric in your hands, tossing the pants to him before turning around, giving him some privacy. “I’m sorry for waking up like this.”

“Oh there’s nothing to be sorry about, pretty sure I’m the one who invited you inside.” You hear him chuckle as he zips his pants. Turning around, you gasp as you take in how tall and broad he is. He was taller than you at the bar, but now, without heels on, he towers over you. “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I gotta get ready…”

“Ernest.” He extends his hand, taking yours in an awkward handshake.

“Right… I’m (Y/N).”

“That’s a pretty name,” his smile is soft and if you weren’t pressed for time, you would honestly invite him back into bed, but, life has other plans. Like the beginning of the school semester. “I’m not one to normally do this, and I feel awful about it. Could I maybe take you out? On a proper date and not one fueled by alcohol and lust?”

His question shocks you. You’ve had one one night stands before, and it was not as nice as he has been. Besides, you can’t deny how handsome and charming he is, and charming. “Yeah, sure,” you smile, rushing over to your desk and scribbling your number onto a random sticky note before handing him the paper. “Here, feel free to call or text whenever. It was nice meeting you, Ernest.”

He takes your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips and places a feather soft kiss against your knuckles, causing your heart to jump in your throat. “Pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).” The door clicks shut as soon as it is opened, leaving you by yourself.

“So you’re telling me that after you left the bar with that hunk, that you, of all people, slept with him? Wow, California has already changed you.” Elizabeth, your best friend, teases you as you roll your eyes. “I mean I know you did it once back in high school but I thought you swore yourself off. To focus on your academics.” She mocks you as the phone in your pocket vibrates. Elizabeth watches as you take the phone into your hand and read over the text with a smile on your face. “Wow, he’s got you wrapped around his dick. Must’ve been really good to get his number after.”

“Beth!” You chastise, slipping your phone back into your pocket and facing your friend. “Your mouth is seriously disgusting sometimes.” Snorting, she adjusts the strap of her backpack and looks you over. “Please, I’ve heard you say some pretty foul stuff, and I bet you were saying some pretty nasty things last night too,” heat blooms under your cheeks as you glimpse back on the night, graphic scenes playing in your head. 

Ignoring her remarks, you shake your head. “You’re ridiculous. Anyways, we both have an intro to electromagnetism right?” “With Lawrence? Yeah. I heard he’s a good professor but is demanding. Expects perfection.” You enter the room with her at your side, talking in hushed tones before taking a seat near the front

“Serious? The front?”

“What? If you have a problem with it, then sit in the back. I didn’t pay all this money to go to Berkeley and not sit up at the front.”

“Oh my God.”

“What?” Your friend grabs your face in her hands and directs it toward the door where you see a figure walk in. A very familiar figure. “Is that?”

“It’s the hunk from the bar!” Her exclamation grabs his attention, hazel eyes immediately settling on you and freezing in his spot. Various students trickle into the classroom but neither you or him pay any mind to them, your eyes not breaking contact. “What are you going to do?” She whispers, her eyes on him as well.

Gulping, you break eye contact, facing your friend who sports a shit eating grin. “I’m going to have to swap out of his class. It’s morally and ethically wrong to sleep with a teacher.” 

“You know that’s bullshit. It’s wrong if you’re doing it for a better grade, but if you’re interested in him, why should his profession get in the way?” A soft buzz brings your attention off the topic and to your phone.

Talk after class? You don’t need to look at him to know that his eyes are burning holes into the back of your head. “What do I do?” Elizabeth peers over the phone and reads the message, a glimmer of interest in her eyes. “I don’t know. Maybe talk to him after class. Hey, do you think his cute friend is here?” You scoff, slightly shoving her as she laughs, the room settling down. 

“Welcome to Physics 140, Intro to Electromagnetism. My name is Dr. Lawrence and I hope you all did your summer reading because we’re going to jump right in.” He gives you one last glance before turning to the board, picking up a piece of chalk and writing equations. “So, according to-” 

“This is going to be a long class.”

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“Alright, that’s all I have for you today. I would recommend getting started on your homework. Never wait until the night that it is due because you will fail and I will not help. Dismissed.” A loud murmur erupts through the room as students grab their things and leave, some going up to him and others rushing out to get to their next class. 

Stirring from beside you, your friend opens her eyes and fakes a yawn, causing you to smile. “Is it over yet?”

“Maybe you would know if you actually paid attention.”

“Easy for you to say, you can just imagine him naked. I bet that keeps your attention.” You punch her arm in annoyance while she rubs it soothingly. “Ow. What was that for?”

“You know what it was for,” it comes out quietly as you watch the students that were talking to him leave, allowing for him to pack up his items. Turning to your friend, you bite your lip. “Do I really have to talk to him?”

“Looks like you don’t have much of a choice.”

“He’s behind me, isn’t he?” She nods with a smirk, quickly grabbing her things and running off, leaving you and Ernest alone. The tension in the air is palpable as you and him try to think of what to say to each other.

“So-” “I-” You both stare at each other before laughing awkwardly. A moment passes before he lets out a sigh.

“Look, if I had known that you were a student, I wouldn’t have joined you last night, but at the same time, I’m glad I did. I just don’t know what this means in terms of going on.”

“You mean, you’re wanting… to continue this?” It comes as a shock to you, but you can’t deny how excited you are at the prospect of continuing a relationship, let alone with your professor.

“Don’t expect any special treatment. I will still grade you as I grade anyone else, but I think I can keep personal separate from professional. The question is, can you?” He towers over you as you try to think of what to say. “Well?”

Coming out of your thoughts, you nod your head while he smirks. “Yeah, I think I can do that.”

Nodding his head, he grabs his items and holds out a hand for you to take, easily lifting you from your seat and onto your feet. “Why don’t I take you out tonight? I know a great restaurant down from the faculty house, that way we can get to know each other.”

With a smile you match up to his posture as best as you can. “Sounds like a date.”

[mariademetal]

౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡⋆ competition itadori yuuji / fem!reader ©mariademetal 2024

cw ... yuuji calls reader babe, everyone is a little stupid, idk what else, lmk if i should add anything note ... this was actually sooooo much fun to write, i luv yuuji so much and this idea came to me like a vision from jesus himself, i hope u all enjoy too (❁´◡`❁) word count ... 1.1k

You've always liked Jennifer Lawrence.

You liked the Hunger Games growing up, but never bothered to read the books. When you turned a little older, you liked Silver Linings too. Maybe you didn't like her as much as some of your peers, maybe you never dressed up as Katniss for Halloween, but you certainly never hated her. She's pretty, she's a good actress, and although you wouldn't necessarily call yourself her fan, you can see why, hypothetically, someone might. You've always liked Jennifer Lawrence.

You've always liked Yuuji, too. He's always been a good friend to you, but now that your relationship with him is blossoming into something bigger, more important than friendship, you can't quite jump over the hurdle that is Jennifer Lawrence. Despite the fact that you have, as a matter of fact, always liked her, you feel nothing but mild discomfort and irritation as you make unrequited eye contact with the poster of her hung on Yuuji's wall.

What else are you meant to look at?

At first, it was easy enough to ignore her. Whenever you came to Yuuji's room you'd make a point to sit on his bed, back against the wall, safe from any unwanted eye contact with Jennifer's boobs. But the talking stage is weird like that— if Yuuji's already sitting on his bed, you certainly can't, and then you're forced back into a standstill, an ugly competition with a poster that cannot fight back.

So, the two of you start hanging out in your dorm. You would be lying if you said you hadn't considered getting some sweat mag poster of some ludicrously built American actor yourself, just to see Yuuji's reaction. You, thankfully, came to your senses and acknowledged that Yuuji would more likely ask to take it to hang on his own wall than ask you to take it down for the sake of his ego before you spent any money on your silly idea.

Unfortunately, when Nobara leaves her window open after a particularly humid day and finds that she's invited a mildew infestation into her dorm, she asks to shack up with you until her new room is set up, and thus you and Yuuji are forced back to his room.

Still, it was easy enough to ignore Jennifer. She was an unwelcome, near-overbearing presence in your relationship with Yuuji, but it wasn't like he mentioned her in your conversations, nor did he ever compare the two of you— it was just that stupid poster hanging above his bed and the knowledge that he has called her his type, whatever that really means. So, it was survivable.

And there are so many other things you adore about Yuuji, too— like how he gives you his jacket when he feels even a draft, or how he takes pictures of things he knows you'll think are cute or pretty, or how he lets you prop your legs over his thighs whenever you watch movies together. You like what you have with him— you don't like that fucking Jennifer Lawrence poster. Unfortunately for you, they seem like a package deal.

It was easy enough to ignore Jennifer— emphasis on was. You could ignore Jennifer as long as he never mentioned her to you. For a long time, he didn't— no one's ever called Yuuji a genius, but he's always had the good sense to avoid the topic of a certain blonde actress with you. He had a spotless track record, apart from the existence of the poster itself— he was doing so well that you started to think you really could live with Jennifer— then, he had the bright idea of asking you on a date to see her new movie.

The two of you were walking together when he asked— the sun was setting, he'd just bought you a drink from the vending machine, your shoulders were touching— then, he just had to ask that wretched question. You don't think you've recoiled from another person's touch so fast before in your life. You also don't think you'll ever forget the look on his face after you replied to his question with, "Are you fucking with me?"

He asked if that meant the answer was no. (Again, no one ever called Yuuji a genius.)

So, after that display, why are you here, in his room, making the same awkward eye contact with Jennifer Lawrence's cold, dead, photographed eyes that you've been avoiding so fervently these past couple of months? Because you're making your final stand against Jennifer. She's got to go if Yuuji wants your relationship to go anywhere. You refuse to look at her bikini any longer than you've already been forced to.

That said, you can't exactly make your final stand against Jennifer until Yuuji is back from... wherever he is, so you are, unfortunately, stuck looking at Jennifer Lawrence's bikini for even longer than you've already been forced to.

It's only when Yuuji does come back that you realize how weird of a position he's caught you in— just standing in the middle of his room, bag discarded on the floor next to you, staring at his damn poster like you're admiring a piece of art in a gallery.

He looks excited, at first, to see you, then excitement turns into confusion, probably at the fact that you're just... standing there, then concern. "What're you doin', babe?"

"We need to talk," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth, deathly serious.

Yuuji gulps. Literally gulps. "About what?"

"Jennifer."

You can see the relief painting his face when he realizes that you are not, as a matter of fact, breaking up with him. "What about Jennifer?"

"She needs to leave," You emphasize the last word in a way that makes your request sound less like a request and more like a plead. "I feel like the other woman."

"Okay, don't be dramatic—"

"Don't call me dramatic!"

"I'm sorry!"

Yuuji purses his lips and brings his hand to the back of his head, as if he's weighing to pros and cons to standing his ground and keeping the poster. Just when you think you've finally won, that the cons outweigh the pros, he says, "Aren't relationships about compromise?"

"Yuuji, I swear—"

"See the movie with me, and I'll take the poster down."

"Deal."

Maybe you should've thought about it longer. Maybe you should've weighed the pros and cons of this date, too— then, you see Yuuji sulking, watching from the corner of his room as you gleefully climb onto his bed to peel off the tape that attaches the poster to his wall, and it makes it all worth it.

You kiss him on the way out, and the goofy smile on his face tells you he feels the same way.

It'd better be a good movie.

[misseviehyde]

CONFISCATED: PART 4

Loren woke up feeling great. Last night had been incredible. She had never felt so turned on as she had when she had bullied and destroyed Bella. She kept replying her nerdification of her sister, remembering how hot it had been to transform Bella into a dorky nobody. Bella had seemed genuinely broken. Loren wondered... she hadn't gone... too far... had she?

It was hard to explain how wet it had made her to be so evil and mean. Her new body seemed to respond positively to cruelty and evil. The meaner and bitchier she was, the harder she could orgasm. It gave her the incentive to be truly mean and she had so far taken it as far as she could. In fact, she wanted more. She wanted it all.

After her fun with her sister, she had removed her makeup and slipped into sexy silk PJ's. She had masturbated herself to sleep, her wet pussy and her fingers tired as she fell into delicious dreams of sex. Next door she could hear her Mom getting fucked like an animal. It made her want to be fucked too.

She couldn't help but smile at the thought. It was strange. Lawrence had been straight, but she was DEFINITELY into men. Her horny young mind was actually pretty cock-obsessed. The changes to her body and mind the app had made had really done a number on her.

Now it was Monday morning and it was time for school. Loren was ready for a shower, but first, grabbing her phone, she unlocked it and opened her Brat App. It was pleasing to see the points she had unlocked by draining Bella were still waiting to be used. She had SO many ideas for them.

She checked the timer. There was only seven hours left. Seven hours before she had to access the refund or be stuck this way forever. It would pretty much coincide with the end of the school day. She'd have her opportunity to experience one glorious day at school, then she'd have to go back to being a man.

Well if she wanted to turn back of course. She did want to turn back right?

Loren decided not to think about that. Instead she slipped into the shower and lathered and washed her perfect body. She then blow dried her hair and sitting at her vanity table began to do her makeup.

She did all these feminine things as if she were used to them - as if they were things she had always done. The Brat App had changed her and given her the memories and knowledge she needed to be a spoiled little bitch. It all came so naturally to her now... the thick mascara, the sexy lipgloss, the bodyspray and perfume.

It felt so fucking nice to be so feminine.

She was on cloud nine.

Walking to her wardrobe Loren opened the door and grinned as she pulled out her Cheerleading uniform. Today was practice so she got to wear this slutty little number. Feeling like the Queen Bee she was, she slid the uniform on and tied a cute matching bow in her hair.

"Time to destroy some fucking losers," she purred nastily admiring herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe how delicious it felt to be an Alpha Girl.

Emerging from her room, Loren skipped easily down the stairs. Her body was light, flexible and elegant. She moved now with a dancers grace and weighed hardly anything. She enjoyed how young and strong her perfect body was. She couldn't wait to use it to fuck.

Yes... she needed to fuck. She couldn't stop thinking about it. She wanted a man and she wanted him today. After all, soon she wouldn't have the opportunity. It had to be today.

Bethany was sitting at the breakfast table eating a yoghurt. She looked incredible. Loren couldn't help but admire her Mom's massive tits and the tight dress that showed off every curve. Her Mom looked expensive, bitchy and mean. Loren was so proud to be her daughter.

"Loren darling, you look perfect as always. Come here and give me a kiss."

Loren walked over and Bethany embraced her daughter proudly. "Remember dear, anyone who gets in your way... destroy them. Fuck those losers up. I want you to be especially mean today."

"Yes Mom," giggled Loren.

"Eugh, here comes your USELESS sister," sighed Bethany as with a clumsy clatter, Bella tumbled down the stairs. Loren laughed, her face a mask of amusement as she regarded the clumsy unfeminine tomboy she had created. Bella was such a fucking loser.

That's your daughter... why are you so turned on destroying your own daughter. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Loren's lips twisted into a smile. Mmmmmh, just thinking about how wrong it was made her wet. What was happening to her? Why was she so fucking perverted? Was she becoming more evil as the countdown ticked away? Part of her hoped so...

"Mommy, isn't a shame you don't only have one daughter? Wouldn't you prefer it if I was the only feminine one in the house?"

"Of course I would my dear," purred Bethany. "It sickens me to see how useless your sister is. She's a disapointment to this family and to me. I'd do anything to take her femininity away from her."

Loren giggled as she pulled out her phone. "It's funny you should say that Mommy."

Bethany saw the phone in Loren's hands and her face widened with panic. "No... please... Loren, what are you going to do now?"

Loren laughed as she opened the Brat App and begun to push buttons. "You don't deserve to be a girl. Let's see how you prefer being my loser brother."

"NOOOOOOOOO!" screamed Bella as her body suddenly burned with fire. The power of the Brat App was transforming her again, only this time stealing what remained of her femininity and turning her into a boy. She sobbed and groaned as her very identity was twisted and destroyed, remade by Loren's malicious desires.

"Mmmmh that's so fucking hawt," groaned Loren as she watched in glee. Bethany sat uncaring as her real daughter was transformed and her former husband, became her only daughter. The Brat App was already adjusting her memories and perception so she would think things had always been this way.

Panting, Billy picked himself up off the floor. The spotty, clumsy nerd turned his now masculine hands over in horror and running to the window, caught sight of himself in a mirror. He was fully male now. He was a boy.

"There... isn't that better Billy? I've freed you from the burden of being a girl. This family only has room for one daughter and that's now me."

"You're a monster," gasped Billy. "I can't believe you used to be my Father. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I can. Mmmmmh, because it feels so fucking good," leered Loren. She took a bite of toast and then casually threw the rest into the bin. She was a cheerleader, she didn't do breakfast.

"See you later loser - I need to get to school."

Billy watched as his sexy sister swayed out of the room laughing at the chaos she had caused.

***

Billy nervously pushed open the door to the school and walked into the hall. Rows of lockers covered the walls and students were going back and forth getting what they needed for the day.

Back when he had been a girl, Billy had a locker with his popular friends up at the top end... but now he was a scrawny loser things had changed.

Billy's locker was now a battered piece of shit at the bottom end. He was a nerd, a nobody... not like his popular sister.

Loren was at the other end of the hallway, her arms wrapped around Chet - the hottest boy at school. Chet was so fucking cool. He was rich, handsome, fit and successful. As he watched Loren drape herself over Chet, Billy felt a surge of rage and hatred. Chet was the boy he had a crush on and he had intended to get with him once he had used the brat app to make himself popular.

Much to his horror, Billy realised Loren had left his sexual preferences intact. Even though he was now male, he still was attracted to boys. Chet remained his dream hunk - only now he had no chance of ever getting him.

He couldn't believe what an evil fucking bitch Loren was. How had his own father become so mean?

What was going to happen next?

Billy didn't want to find out...

He watched as Loren and Chet approached and his heart sank. He had a feeling this was going to be bad...

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Unwinding

Dr. Lawrence Gordon x Apprentice!Reader NSFW

Prompt: Lawrence wants to keep reader safe after tagging along on one of their missions. Giving her a hotel card for them to meet up after everything is done.

CW: nipple play, p in v, creampie,

a/n: I CRAVE more Lawrence in the new Saw movie, I need him back. I need MORE apprentice Larry!!! PLEASE TWISTED PICTURES HEAR MY PLEES!!!!!!!!! anywho- I dont hype him up often on here, but when I originally watched the movies as a preteen I loved Larry so much he was one of my favorite characters but it made me mad he cheated on his wife. now I'm a chainshipper, weird how we change

~~~

Long day. What an understatement.

You had been instructed by John to scout out another victim he had hand picked. Tagging along with Amanda to discreetly kidnap them from their job. Lawrence had warned you about the security of the building. Offering to be the one driving the two of you to the site. Amanda wanted no part of Lawrence's involvement, but you did not mind it.

Lawrence had been a pivotal part of your adaptation and healing post game. Mending the injuries you had taken during your game. Calming you down from the persistent panic attack over taking your nerves as your hands were covered in blood. Body having some deep gashes and hair stained dark with blood that you were not even sure was yours. Gloved hands flattening along your hair as he gently cleaned you up. Washing off your revealed body to make sure he could tend to all your wounds. Something rather intimate for someone you did not even know.

You had no idea surviving something so horrific would lead you into a new line of work. Being scouted in by the Jigsaw killer you heard about on the news. Finding some form of stability in your previously hectic life. Butting heads with some of your new colleagues, but never Lawrence. He had a soft spot for you. Taking care of you in anyway he could. Always agreeing with your ideas. Sending Mark and Amanda off to some of the more dangerous situations as to not put you in danger.

"I'm going with you, that's final," Lawrence put his foot down to Amanda. The three of you dressed in your black robes. Mark stood off in the distance tinkering with some gadget for a game that would occur later this week. Audibly rolling his eyes at the fight going on amongst you. John sat in the corner of the room taking in breath from his oxygen tank. Silently watching the two of them argue.

"What are you even going to be able to help with? Not like you can provide any muscle, cripple," Amanda hissed at him. Angry at him questioning her competence.

"Amanda, that'e enough," John finally intervened. His weak voice still powerful in pulling all your attention to him. Amanda's face contorted in confusion and frustration, "But-"

"I'm instructing the three of you to go together. You and Y/N can handle getting them, then Dr. Gordon can set the trap up," John coughed with his words. His statement being final say in what was going to happen. Lawrence had to fight the grin begging to creep upon his face. Amanda was speechless, storming off. Lawrence gave you a secret look with a smile. You blushed at his blue eyes.

You and Lawrence followed a distance behind Amanda towards the car. Silent in the long hallways other than the click of Dr. Gordon’s cane against the floor. You had a grueling night ahead of you. Amanda slammed the double doors open, Larry put his cane in front of you to stop you. Allowing the doors to shut before he spoke.

“I want you to be safe. You can handle getting them, I have no doubt about that. But I want you to go here while you wait for the trap to be set up,” he slipped you a room card for a nearby hotel, “You know just as well as I do, Amanda won’t let me do this alone. It’s dangerous for three of us to try and leave the location. I’ll meet you there when everything is done so we can get you out of there.”

You shyly nodded, stowing the card away in your tight back pocket. Blushing at the thought of sharing a hotel room with the doctor. Knowing you would not be staying there long. Fantasizes filled your mind.

…

The night has went accordingly. Capturing the person you were sent for, making sure to fill them with enough narcotic that they would not fight back. Departing from Amanda and Lawrence hesitantly after you got them shoved in the trunk.

You paced around the room of the dingy hotel. Somewhere you could stay without a trace. Leaving your robes and mask behind in the car. You worried for the two of them. They were not exactly the best team together. No where near as bad as Amanda and Mark, but still a lack of respect between them.

The knock he had told you would signal it was him made you jump out of your skin. Walking over and looking through the peephole, seeing Lawrence with disheveled hair from the mask he wore behind removed.

You unlocked the deadbolt. Allowing him to open the door on his own. His defeated figure painted the doorway. Limping inside the room. No words being spoken between you. He was clearly distressed. His cane clanked louder than before.

Larry sighed harshly as he sat on the edge of the bed. Laying back onto the old mattress. Cane propped against the edge of the mattress. Black cloak draping off his sides revealing his shirt underneath. Noticing how it was ever so slightly untucked. Your eyes fixated on the bit of bare tummy showing. Swirling around in your stomach with your infatuation for him.

"Did you get it all set up?" You broke the stiff silence in the room.

The doctor sighed again. Head tilting to look at you, "Not without Amanda telling me a million different ways to do it."

You smiled softly at him. Amanda believed she was John's favorite, often making her cocky. You knew better than anyone that Lawrence was John's true favorite. He was the one who made most of the traps and games possible. Having connections and abilities that far surpassed all of yours. You admired how he overcame so much.

"This was one of the most stressful weeks I've had since... well, you know," he gestured towards his amputated leg. A defeated chuckled escaped his lungs. Body sore and tired. Amanda forcing him to do most of the heavy lifting out of spite for him taking over the mission.

Your mind wandered. Eyes dancing down from his exposed skin to his groin. Imaging what he was hiding under his slacks. Thinking of taking a chance with him.

You walked over, standing directly in front of his flattened body. Watching his chest rise and fall with the breaths filling his lungs. Crawling onto his lap and straddling his hips. Lawrence's hands instinctively ran up your thighs, resting on your hips. Deep blue eyes meeting your lust blown ones.

"What is it, Y/N?"

Your hands ghosted up his body, resting against his shoulders. "I can help you relieve some stress, Doctor," you batted your lashes at him.

Lawrence's jaw tensed as he chuckled softly to himself. "And how exactly are you gonna do that, darling?"

He was agging you on. Clearly enjoying the closeness of your bodies. Your fingers traveled to his buttons, undoing them slowly down his chest. Once complete, your hands grazed up his torso kneading his soft flesh. Lips falling against his clavicle, kissing along his neck. Deep moans formed inside him. One of his hands tangled in your hair, forcing you to look up at him. Forcing your lips against his. Feverish kisses were exchanged between you. Lawrence’s tongue darting between your lips as he lapped into your mouth.

You began grinding your hips down on his groin. Feeling his semi-hard cock against your core. His sounds of enjoyment vibrated your lips. You ran your nails down his exposed torso. His hands tugged at your shirt, urging you to pull it over your head. You undressed your upper half for him. Throwing your shirt somewhere in the floor behind you. Hands reaching around to awkwardly undo the clasp of your bra. Exposing your bare breasts to him. His eyes fixated on your chest. Leaning forward and taking one of your nipples between his lips. Tongue flicking and sucking at the tender bulb. Pulling quick and squeaky moans from you. Jaw hanging open as you locked eyes with him. His mouth shifting over to the other to give them the same attention.

You sat straight up, scooting so that you could reach his belt and zipper. Staring at how his erection pressed firmly against the seem. Begging to be freed from its confides. Your nails clanged against the metal belt buckle. Slowly and sensually pulling down his zipper. Lawrence had himself propped up on his elbows making sure he could watch as you crawled back down into the floor, pulling his trousers down his legs with you. Tent pitched up in his boxer-briefs. The tip of his cock leaking precum darkening the soft fabric.

You removed your own bottoms, fully taking off your pants and underwear. Soaked core tingling against the cold air of the room. You rested your hands on his thighs, towering over him on the bed. Hand wrapping around his member through his underwear. Lawrence’s face contorted in pleasure as your hand wrapped and twisted around his shaft. “Yes— God— yes,” he chanted to you. You took your lip between your teeth, adoring all the grunts and moans coming from the man below you.

Deciding to mount him once more. Bare pussy resting against his thighs framing his cock. Deep blue eyes met yours as his jaw hung open.

“Can I fuck you, Doctor Gordon?”

“Fuck— please,” his soft eyes pleaded with you. Fingertips pulling the elastic down his legs, cock springing free. Bouncing slightly as is curved towards his stomach. Thick and swollen. Aching for some attention from you. You pumped it in your hand for a moment, thumb swirling around the leaking head. Moving to be grinding him between your slick folds. Moaning each time the head rubbed against your clit. Thick fingers dug into your hips as he moved along with your body. Chest harshly rising and falling with each hard breath he took in.

Your fingers wrapped around his base, lining him up with your entrance. Sinking down onto his girth. Stretching your walls and needing to adjust to his size. You squinted your eyes shut at the feeling of him, silently morphing your mouth into an O. Slowly hopping up and down to get yourself adjusted, finally feeling him slide all the way inside. Your hands gripped at his chest to balance.

“You’re so tight, dear,” Lawrence praised as his head fell back onto the mattress. Finding a rhythm that fit you. Lewd and sloppy sounds filled the room. Lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you to the hilt. Tits bouncing around your chest as your smacked together.

Lawrence’s finger outlined your hips, sliding down to your sensitive nub. Circling it gentle but firm. Causing you to arch your back and call out to him. Panting his name as you grinded down quicker against him. “‘M gonna make you cum around my cock,” he panted. Your nails dug into the soft flesh of his torso, grazing down to his plush stomach. Soft hair dancing along the pads of your fingers.

One of his hands curved under your thigh, urging you to go higher. Lawrence’s eyes fixated on where the two of you met. How his cock was covered in your juices and how you looked taking him inside you. Helping you bounce up and down on him, fingers never ceasing their pace on your clit. A sexual coil wound up. Feeling your legs begin shaking when he would hit that perfect spot. The head of his cock pressing against that spongy place that had you seeing stars.

“You have the perfect cock, Doctor,” you whined. Throat tightening as you continued closer to your finish line. Lawrence smiled below you, tongue coming out to glaze his teeth.

“I could fuck you forever. Keep you all to myself. Make sure no one ever hurts you again,” Lawrence’s fingers danced along the scars on your stomach from your trap. Swearing with gritted teeth at the memory. Hands praised your figure. Promising to keep you close to him.

“I’m so close,” you huffed.

“I know, dear. I can feel you,” Lawrence smiled up at you. Eyes immediately falling back down to where he penetrated you. You were a few more swirls of fingers away from your end. Chest tingling with arousal.

“Can I cum inside you?” Lawrence asked, locking sincere blue eyes with yours. You nodded silently unable to form words. Lawrence began snapping his hips up into yours. Ruthlessly fucking you to your orgasm. Heat washed down your skin as you screamed a moan. Rutting your hips forward against his ever moving fingers. Cock nestled as deeply as possible, feeling your walls constrict around him. Loving the warmth of your climax coating his cock. Shortly starting fucking up into you again.

Your body spasmed as he thrusted into your sensitive core. Lawrence sputtered as he held you flush against his groin. Cock twitching and shooting sticky hot white all over your insides. Your pussy still in aftershock, practically milking every drop out of him. “You take it so well,” Lawrence mewled. Stretching his neck back as his fingers dug into your skin, begging to break it.

Both of you panting heavily. Savoring the afterglow. Large hands petted your skin. You rest forward keeping his softening length inside you. Your fronts completely pressed together. Lawrence kissed your head tenderly. Adoring the way you perfectly melted to his fronts. Both your bodies covered in sweat.

“You’ve definitely relieved some stress for me, love,” Lawrence joked. You smiled leaning up to kiss his lips.

“I owe you my life, Lawrence. I’d do anything to make you happy,” you softly spoke against his body.

~~~

[END]

// Thank you so much for reading!! I love Larry and look forward to writing more for him. If you have any requests, please shoot them my way! //

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@iwmflbb ~ @toastnpretzels ~

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Adam has never seen the movie Top Gun and when he finally does he has a couples costume idea. Lawrence thinks it's going to be Maverick and Goose. So Lawrence gets his Maverick suit all ready to go (Adam insisted on Lawrence being Maverick) and is waiting on Adam to be ready to go to John's annual Halloween party.

"Go on without me. I'll be there soon."

"But it's a couple's costume, dear. We should show up together."

"Trust me, babe. It's worth it."

"Okay. Whatever you say."

So about an hour into John's party all the sound stops as a voice somewhat sings, more like sreeches, over the music and talking.

"You never close your eyes when I kiss your lips"

A shiny black heel clad foot appears in the doorway. A stocking wrapped leg can be seen to about halfway up the calf.

"And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips"

A hand wraps around the doorframe, tapping each finger one by one.

"You're trying hard not to show it"

More of the leg slides into view. The bottom of a short green dress can be seen.

"Oh, God," Lawrence whispers. He looks to the right to Mark and then around the room to everyone else. Mark is confused, Amanda is filming, Logan is laughing silently, and everyone is watching the doorway in anticipation.

"But baby, baby I know it"

As he hits the chorus, Adam slides all the way into view. He is wearing a short army green dress (sexy version of the jumpsuit) with a copy of Charlie's jacket over it and aviator sunglasses. His blonde wig in perfect curls and styled to mimic Charlie's.

"You lost that lovin' feelin'

Whoa, that lovin' feelin'

You lost that lovin' feelin'

Now it's gone, gone, gone, whoa-oh"

Adam sings as he makes his way down the two steps down into the room and to Lawrence. Arms swung around his partner's neck. Lawrence is red faced but has a big goofy grin as his hands find Adam's hips and dances with him as they continue to sing and act out their version of a scene from his favorite movie.

Soon everyone is singing and dancing along with the couple while shouts of "Talk to me Goose," "I feel the need, the need for speed," and "Great balls of fire" are heard all around the room.

[not-your-bro]

hi there! idk if u still do hcs, but if u do, can u do some platonic climbing class hcs? thank you!

hiya!! i am always doing hcs! depending on what i've got front of brain and how busy i am, it may take a minute for me to answer, but i am p much always ready & willing to yap 🫡

a lot of these hcs have been mentioned in fics of mine over the years, so apologies if any are familiar, but here's what i've got:

made short horror films together when they were kids. josh was the driving creative force, chris was the cameraman & editor. hannah and beth always featured in them, and so did their other friends from time to time. (jess loved being in them but she's a terrible actress LOL.) in an old fic of mine, i had josh make a dvd collection of these films and give them to chris as a present. josh would also keep a copy in the washingtons' media collection, and he rewatches them more than he'd admit. chris gets too much secondhand embarrassment to revisit them super often.

because absolutely nothing can keep them from yapping, they were nonstop note passers in school. josh was good at getting away with it, but chris wasn't - not as quick with the sleight of hand, and he always just looked like he was doing something he wasn't supposed to. at some point, josh had the bright idea to write their notes with invisible ink pens, so getting caught wasn't a big deal. in middle and high school, when they didn't spend all day in the same classroom together, they left notes in each other's lockers a lot.

always do joint halloween costumes, and they've been doing it for so many years that it's just an unspoken, understood thing that they'll be dressing up together. some costumes i think they'd do: billy and stu from scream; adam and lawrence from saw; wayne and garth from wayne's world; lloyd and harry from dumb and dumber (the ugly suits specifically); ian malcolm and alan grant from jurassic park.

chris was deeply into the lord of the rings movies as a kid, and even though he didn't get far in the books (not a reader), he thought it was cool that tolkien made up an entire language. so...you can guess what he and josh tried to do... it wasn't deep/robust - more individual words/common phrases than a proper language - but they liked being able to communicate with each other in a way only they could understand. sometimes they did it for privacy, other times to be annoying. like it bothered beth to no end, so the boys definitely just made shit up in front of her to get a rise, even though they had no idea what the other was saying.

chris drinks mainly to keep up with josh, even though he doesn't particularly care for alcohol unless it's masked in a mixed drink. but chris likes to smoke weed, and so does josh, so they're always slipping outside together to smoke. when they were younger, they really tried to keep it secret - had a little hideout in the woods and everything. later, they realized that a) it was pretty obvious what they were doing and b) nobody gave a shit. so as they got older josh liked to make up increasingly ridiculous reasons for why they needed to step out.

chris is largely the driver and josh the passenger princess, and if other friends are riding with them, josh has to get shotgun or it's, like, a problem. he's such a baby about it - he just feels it's his seat. when josh drives it's because he had an idea of something they could do together, and he just sort of...showed up at chris's house. leading to lots of text exchanges like this

in this vein, they hang out constantly but they don't often make set plans or decide what they're doing beforehand. it's really just a lot of hanging out, in the purest sense of the word, and they aren't opposed to parallel play - each doing their own thing in the same room, like chris playing a game while josh doodles and half-watches. lots of late nights turn into unplanned sleepovers, to the point that josh bought an extra toothbrush to keep in the bathroom for just such occasions. whenever friends or family are like "what'd you guys do?" they get shrugs and "nothing really." which sounds like a brush-off, but most of the time it is nothing really, and imo that's the best part of their friendship to me. they can do fuck-all for hours and still enjoy themselves together. no stress, no expectation. and i think this is crucial for both of them, for different reasons. chris has social anxiety and josh is always On. for chris, being with josh doesn't trigger that anxiety, and for josh, being around chris doesn't require the same level of performance. it's just comfortable.

[sensei-venus]

you don't have to write anything for this but what do you think daniel would do if he walked in on his daughter the reader getting it on with poly hawk demetri and miguel??

I always imagine in these kind of scenarios, with a LaRusso!Reader that Daniel wouldn’t be as lenient and slightly cool as say Johnny in that kinda situation.

Daniel sees his kids, his daughters, as his pride and joy. Sweet little angels that he has raised to be the best girls he can. He wants to believe that they are as pure as possible.

His idea of “ Innocent, shy , introverted” is completely thrown out. The minute he steps into her room without knocking long enough on her door. He gets a eye full of not only his naked daughter but three naked boys who are practically on top of her. In that moment what makes it worse is that it’s boys he knows. Because they just do happen to be his students.

Kids he was teaching karate to where also having sex with his daughter.

His only reaction is to scream at them to get off-OUT of his daughter and get some clothes on. He tells his daughter to get dressed and for all of them to come down stairs immediately. He’s quick to slam the door shut and walk down stairs in a huff.

He’s going to give them all of them a good lashing and lecture for catching them in the act.

( @gemini-sensei might be better at this then I am, I really like their Lawrence!Reader stuff where Johnny catches Reader in the act😈)

[bubblegumflavor]

Crossover idea: How would Johnny Lawrence and Dallas tell the difference between their two brown eyed boys if they were to have the same hair cut and not speak

For my current crossover AU, I can't tell, because it would be a spoiler but if you read it you'll find out pretty fast how they can be told apart. =) (They're also not twins in that one, I keep that for another AU but yeah, without telling spoilers, Daniel looks a lot like Johnny but is completely different as character.

But in general, I would always go with: Johnny has a scar on his cheek and they don't have the same haircut ever. Johnny's hair is pitch black and heavily greased and Daniel's hair is dark brown and fluffy. But even if not, if they had the exact same hair, dressed exactly the same, Dally could tell who's his Johnnycake in a crowd of a gazillion lookalikes and Johnny Lawrence sensed Daniel across a crowded room behind a door with a tiny round window, he'll know who's his little cocky macho cannoli, he don't need to speak for that. =D <3

[siremasterlawrence]

The Sweet Stuff Hits The Senses

Thomas Maxwell Raymond Bates is my best friends dad who I am madly and extremely in love with since I was a kid and today is the day that all changes when I decide to makes a cup of coffee to say thank you for inviting me.Unfortunately! I had bought a huge can of it that it would need to be used frequently so I had a idea of sorts and left the kitchen to go retrieve my bag which wicked intentions on my mind for a hot minute I thought I would try and chicken out.I flip the top up poking a hole in to the sheet of foil covering up the can letting the aroma fill the room with such a sweet bitter taste and I unload the vial in to the contents of the can as the mixture completely sinking deep in to the room.I shut the can tightening the cover as lift it up on the air shaking it up as it mixes all of them together the aroma getting stronger then before and it is crazy when the smell is so wonderful filling up to the brim of the home.The coffee pot is washed and on top of one counter as I fill it up with the beams with a volume of water and pour in a huge amount of my new coffee mix and place it on to the stove as it begins to leave a intoxicating stench.Exiting through the glass screen door as the notes of Hypnotic coffee buds thriving as they are getting stronger and bolder slipping under the Master bedroom and in to it diving deep through both of his nostrils making his shiver then wake up.

“Oh Hey Lawrence!”

“Mr Bates”

“Call me Tom”

“I’ll grab some coffee “

“Sure Tom”

“Agreed “

“Mmmmmm…..”

“This taste so sweet”

“But it’s bitter “

“Why don’t you just drink it?”

“I’ll take a sip”

“Gulp it up “

“All of it?”

“Be a big brave man”

“Ok Lawrence “

“Call me Master Lawrence “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Mwahahahahaha “

“What is so funny?”

“Because you just submitted “

“Wait! What no?”

“Drop to your knees”

“Oh My God!”

“You at enjoying this just admit it”

Kneeling next to him cupping his chin and lift it up forcing the cup down his mouth as he pours it in to his throat it is descending into his bloodstream becoming one with him as it all fades into nothingness because I am all powerful.I glass watching Tom look like a damn pussy because he has lived a life based on how he looks, attitude and uber masculinity but now all that world is differently because he is all mine for a lifetime no going back as he is my slave.He reaches his arms around my waist holds on very tight wrapping them as he grows on me even tighter then I can imagine and he is digging my knees in to my pants inhaling all of my scent through his nostrils and he loves it.

“Oh Master Lawrence!”

“Will you serve me willingly?”

“All do my life “

“Give me everything you are “

“You already have it “

“Everything you own “

“It’s yours”

“I am your life “

“You absorb me in to your soul”

“You exist for me”

“Nothing else but me matters”

“I am all you know “

“I am all you are aware of”

“You give yourself willingly to me”

“You have no power”

“No need and desire “

“I am your life “

“Stand up “

“Yes Master Lawrence “

“Disrobe “

“Let’s go to your room”

“Take these clothes and get dressed”

“Yes Master”

“You love me completely in all ways”

“Yes! I love you “

“God! I do Master”

“We have lost of plans today “

Heading in to his bedroom the door close behind us as I pin him to the wall before he enjoys my gaze upon his massive body go limp when he gets undressed and he quickly gets dressed.I command him to stare in to the long length mirror his reflection is beautiful to behind he of course is no longer admiring himself only me and he loves me truly so I grab his ass and pat him tightly.

“Today is the day of great change”

“You are a new man”

“You were born to be better “

“Used by me”

“You will be better “

“A man worthy of notice “

“Assholes are all over l

“You will learn to be better”

“You will learn to grow “

“You will be so much more improved “

“People are evil “

“You will be a beautiful golden light “

“You will shine above them “

“You will dress to perfection “

“Enjoy work”

“Take care of me”

“Worship me”

“Learnt to be it all”

“I hate others”

“I will train you to be the most likable”

“Kind and caring “

“Supportive and hardworking “

“Giving me life “

“Breathing in to a new you “

“You will forget all else “

“Love me”

“Protect me”

“Care for me”

“Be all mine”

The end

[shirtlesssammy]

The Winchesters 1x10: Suspicious Minds

Lawrence, Kansas 

1957

On a lonely stretch of highway, a woman paces around her broken-down vehicle. Another woman stops and offers to help.

Unfortunately for her, helping seems to imply getting the ol’ Sam Winchester head treatment. The attacker turns out to be an Akrida! 

Lawrence, Kansas

1972

Millie has installed a state-of-the-art alarm system for the clubhouse in Mary’s home. She bolts when finished, leaving Mary and John to continue their hunt for a way to take out the Akrida. John finds an unopened letter from KSU. Mary applied, but now is too nervous to read the contents of the envelope. 

John opens it for her and she was accepted! This calls for a make-out sesh, but they’re sadly interrupted by the handy bell Millie just installed! 

“Hunting and happy endings don’t usually mix, so when you get your chance, you got to ask yourself, “How far will I go to get it?”’

(Boris: Yes, Dean, over the next four episodes, please enlighten us on how far you’ll go for your happy ending)

Lata and Carlos are at a dead-end with their hunt for the Akrida queen. Carlos seems distracted. When Lata presses for answers, he admits that he can’t stop thinking about Anton. He’s lovesick, guys! And they’re taking it slow, so he’s a mess right now. He resolves to break up with Anton, and forget what he needs to forget. That gives Lata an idea –find someone that was possessed by an Akrida to mine their memories. Carlos has an idea!

Meanwhile, Mary and John sneak into the clubhouse and find (*Fran Fine voice activated*) MR. SHEFFIELD! Or, er, Porter J. Hobbes, Men of Letters. (British Men of Letters?!)

He’s there to help them find and kill the Akrida queen. Mary demands his full CV, so he fills them in on how he was a neurosurgeon until he was recruited into the Men of Letters. He was their resident Dr. Frankenstein, conducting experiments on monsters and turning them into watchdogs for the MoL(e men). He retired about 15 years ago to a quiet life with no family. 

Lata and Carlos head to a motel room of impeccable decor. They found Roxy, and folks, she’s not doing great. (Lata on the other hand is in peak hair, wardrobe, makeup, and accessories mode. She is a vision tonight!) 

They ask her about the Akrida. She can’t remember clearly. She doesn’t want to remember. She’s lost everything: her girlfriend (we keep winning, guys!), her job, and her apartment. Now, she’s just going to drink her way to oblivion. Lata suggests another way. 

Back at the clubhouse, Mr Sheffield Hobbes tells Mary and John that he can create a toxin that will kill the queen but he needs Akrida stingers to make it work. Mary knows of a human under Akrida control. 

Enter Officer Jones, the policeman with the nice mustache. Busy eating doughnuts, he gets a call on the CB for roadside assistance. He’s quickly overpowered by Mary and John. 

At the monthly Akrida Meeting of Minds, a group of Akrida touch on old business: the finer points of diner food (ranch dressing) AND new business: KILLING DEAN WINCHESTER. 

(Yeah, that’ll never be funny, sorry guys!)

In the lab, Hobbes has Officer Jones hooked up to some heavy sedatives. Now is his chance to pay back “those bugs for what they took from [him].” Whoops, not from HIM per se, from EVERYONE. Hahaha. Pay no attention to the ring indentation on his finger.

Carlos arrives back at the motel room with ingredients for Lata’s blood spell. She’s been learning things from Tony in her dreams. Ooohlala. They’re going to extract and then erase Roxy’s memories of the Akrida.

Lata carefully paints the spell onto Roxy’s arms, and the spell ignites blue. Roxy begins to relive her memories of the Akrida attack and possession. Lata reassures her, and asks her for intel on where the Queen is hiding. 

At the Clubhouse, Mary reads up on their new visitor and the MoL’s creepy monster torture lab. She discovers that the actual creator of the lab was credited as the physician’s assistant. When they look up the assistant’s file, they discover that the good-n-creepy doctor is ACTUALLY the assistant, Jack Wilcox! Furthermore, Wilcox was kicked out of the MoL for experimenting on humans (and Henry Winchester turned him in).

Mary and John stroll over to the atrium to confront Wilcox. He reads the room pretty quickly, and chucks yellow powder in their faces, knocking them out. His accent shifts from posh British to southern smarm in an instant. 

At the motel, Carlos digs through Roxy’s belongings and finds a warehouse that matches Roxy’s description of the Queen’s digs. (Pun completely intended.) Lata watches over Roxy, who stirs uncomfortably. She wakes up from what is only stage one of Lata’s forgetting spell with all her trauma still fresh on her mind. Lata reassures her - stage two of the spell is coming - and starts work on it. Carlos offers her come-down tea, and sympathy. Roxy’s expression morphs from agony to determination.

“I don’t want to forget,” she tells them. She wants to remember the Akrida and the torment she went through, so she can ALSO remember that she helped to bring them down. “Time to dry out,” she mutters and grabs her stash of alcohol to pour down the sink. She also offers up her services to take down the queen, should the need arise in the future. YES!

At the Clubhouse, John’s tied up to the stairs in the Atrium. Somebody should travel back in time and tell the MoL to just cut to the chase and build a bunch of chain-cuffs at the foot of the stairs. Save some time AND some rope! The now overtly villainous Wilcox announces that Mary’s been readied for surgery. YIKES. He’s been casing the Scooby gang for a little while and set his sights on John and Mary for his victims. When Lata and Carlos took off in their “hippie van” he swooped in. Oh, and the police officer they rescued? Yeah. He died. Wilcox was more interested in retrieving the stingers than helping anyone. “Anywho,” Wilcox basically says as he strolls away, “I’m off to perform supernatural surgery on your girlfriend.”

Mary SPARKLE EYES Campbell wakes up strapped to a chair in the lab. For a moment I picture Mary Winchester from the latter seasons of Supernatural in sparkle eyeshadow. (Who among us HAS NOT worn large amounts of glitter on one’s face in their youth?) Wilcox congenially introduces Mary to the other occupant of the lab: a comatose woman who turns out to be Dorothea from the cold open, and his wife.

The Akrida took revenge on Wilcox after he was kicked out of the MoL - and took it out in their attack on Dorothea. He took her home and placed her in a suspended magical state. Instead of a true love’s kiss to wake her up, he plans to use the Akrida’s stingers to transfer Dorothea’s consciousness to Mary’s body. “There’s no world worth saving without her in it,” he argues. (I turn this over as a possible thesis statement.)

John slices his way out of his ropes, only to face a hulking golem controlled by Wilcox. In the lab, they hear the fisticuffs ensuing and Wilcox villain-drops how to defeat the golem: remove the scroll from the golem’s mouth. John’s never been up against a golem, and tries to sweet talk his way out of the fight. When he tries to knife the guy and hits stone, he rethinks his plan. 

Wilcox merrily tells Mary that the golem has been instructed not to kill (or presumably severely maim) John because he intends to use John’s body for himself. So that both he AND his wife can traipse about in young, hot bodies. They’ll get revenge on the Akrida and then live their best lives. Adding an extra creep factor, he tells Mary that she won’t DIE. No, it’s SO much better. She’ll ride in the backseat of her own mind and body like some kind of relationship voyeur bonus person? Gross.

John bursts in, pursued by the golem. Mary tells him to get the scroll from his mouth and then wriggles her way out of her bindings. They fight the golem, while Wilcox frantically looks after his wife’s body (who has been unceremoniously dumped onto the floor). During the fight, the golem is beheaded and his head incinerated in the lab’s inciner-monster-inator. The golem solidifies and crushes Wilcox and his Snow White wife to death. (Boris: Yeah, um, having a golem burned in an oven is not a good look. I really have no words.) 

Later, John and Mary bury them in unmarked graves in the forest. Is it their favorite unmarked gravesite? Inquiring minds want to know! Mary muses on Wilcox’s actions. 

Important dialog alert!

Mary: He gave up everything. All so he wouldn’t lose Dorothea.

John: Things we do for love

Mary: ….

Mary: It’s not love

John: What do you mean?

Mary: Jack was only thinking of himself. Of what he wanted. It didn’t matter if it cost him his humanity to get it. That’ll never be us, right?

John: Never

That evening, Lata and Carlos drive. Carlos can’t believe Lata withheld her amazing memory-altering skillz from him. He would have totally asked her to erase Anton from his crush-addled mind. “But seeing Roxy choose to live with her memories of the Akrida and hearing her say she’d be okay in spite of it made me realize that sometimes the things you want to forget are probably the things you shouldn’t.” For Carlos, that’s something SWEET AND LOVELY YAAAAY.

The Mystery Machine arrives at Roxy’s warehouse. It’s looking very abandoned-warehousey, when suddenly one of the Akrida pulls up and strides inside. They found her nest!

We’re ready for an easy, triumphant conclusion, when John gets back to the garage. Kyle’s waiting for him there. “You don’t know it yet, but we’re about to get in a big fight about Mary.” Smirking, Kyle reveals that he’s been carefully setting John up. He’s been writing in his diary about John’s harassment, talking to the cops about his rap sheet, AND he just so happened to call the cops before heading to the garage. John realizes Kyle’s controlled by the Akrida. Kyle smirks and pulls out John’s knife, slicing himself. John begs him to stop, but Kyle - er, the Akrida - stabs himself in the heart.

Kyle dies as Milie arrives back at the garage. In the distance, police sirens wail.

Natasha: Augh, we’re already at episode TEN? These are going by too fast! (Shakes fist at CW)

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These Quotes Go On When I Close My Eyes:

Car trouble? And on my way back from the market with a pot roast in the oven!

A normal life’s right around the corner for you, Campbell

Taking things slow and seeing faces in pancakes is for stupid, boring people who don’t have the fate of the world on their excellently proportioned shoulders

Oh, you dirty dozing tramp. Have you been seeing him in your dreams?

I guess research is just another arrow in my quiver of talents

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Jammy look at them!! The tags say rehearsal dinner but what if Lawrence and Fernando are finalizing the deal of Lawrence giving Lance to Fernando. Lance is there too but he has no idea of ​​the business deal his daddy and Fernando are doing. It's not until the end of the dinner that Lance realizes he's going to Fernando's, who plans to do disgusting things with him

Oh yes thats perfect! Lance being clueless to the real reason for the dinner. He is so innocent, just making conversation and being a good boy as always! He sees Fernando anf Lawrence talking quietly a few times and Fernando staring at Lance in his pretty little dress Lawrence asked him to wear.

At the end of the dinner, Lance thinks he is going back home but his dad brings him upstairs from the restaurant, to a nice hotel room and tells him to be good, that he needs to do whatever Nando wants because Daddy needs it foe a business deal!

Lance being so confused when Lawrence tells him toctake his panties off and takes then with him as he leaves.

Fernando coming in and Lance panics, but can't so anything as Fernando comes over and pulls the dress up to reveal Lance's pussy and promises it will be ruined by the end of the night!

Lance getting his pussy and ass knotted and his throat fucked. Fernando smacks his tits and clit and pisses over Lance's fucked out body. He will even make Lance take his fist in his holes, he truly needs to be ruined when he is returned to Lawrence!

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Alibi: A dark Peneloise and Polin Story

Summary:

Eloise couldn't live life in content without her best friend's safe at Number 5. After her husband finds out about her infidelity with Colin Bridgerton and Lady Whistledown's identity, Penelope's life is in danger to the point where she could die soon. It is now or never! Eloise Bridgeton is going to kill that man, and Penelope Feathering with her own family will be Elose's alibi.

Notes:

"Feminism began because women needed a voice in history. To take away their rights is like striping females of their freedom. Nowadays, some women are fortunate to say no when a man tries to take advantage. When a man is found wrong, a woman could gain justice. However, it can only happen if there is more than one victim. Unfortunately, some women don't have freedom. Remember this while you read this story.

Mayfair never talks about what happens behind closed doors of marital affairs.

The silence allows a gentleman to abuse power over their partner.

Meanwhile, ladies aren't allowed to have a voice. It has been this way for years, and Eloise Bridgeton is sick of it.

It would be considered a scandal for a woman to leave their husbands without receiving the cruel faith of being damaged goods.

Yet Eloise wishes they could because right now, someone has to intervene, or she will lose her childhood friend, Lady Penelope Lawerence-nae-Featherington, to her husband's hands.

When she first met the grand man with green eyes, she sensed he wasn't truthful around the ton.

Nevertheless, Lady Portia was thrilled with his blessing for Pen's hand of marriage, and they were married at the end of the season.

Colin didn't know about their relationship until the next season began.

Knowing the type of man Pen's husband was, Eloise and Lady Violet encouraged Colin to fight for her love.

He did.

Lord Richard Lawerence's true colors didn't show until he learned about his wife being the gossip columnist. Well-known to the people of Mayfair as Lady Whistledown.

The first time Pen showed up with bruises on both of her small hands, her best friend confessed to their family about her identity.

The abuse got worse when they consummated the marriage to find out that his wife was already intimate by calling out Colin's name.

Unfortunately, Pen can't ask the Queen or Archbishop to request an annulment.

Eloise and Pen tried asking Lady Danbury. Yet the Queen's hands were tied.

As for the archbishop or pope, there was no way for them to entertain the idea of saving a woman's life.

Only Gentlemen have the rights. Women don't.

So here is Eloise Bridgeton about to lose her life for the sake of Penelope, her Pen life.

Another yelp escapes Pen's lips as she gets another whip from her husband, Lord Richard Lawerence, in the back by a horsewhip.

It has been a year since the red-headed man with malicious white hands first laid a hand on the Irish lady.

Her best friend's smooth white body has cuts and bruises from the man of four and five.

Ones that will never heal, and there was nothing Eloise could do to stop it until now.

Her teary brown eyes flinch from hearing Pen in pain while she waits for them to get closer.

Eloise is holding a butcher knife from Number 5 while her hardened eyes stare at the horrendous scene through Pen's dress screening.

"YOU WENT OUT AGAIN, PENEOLPE! I TOLD YOU TO STOP WITH THESE CHILDISH ACTIONS OF BEING A GOSSIPER. YOU ARE TO BE AN OBITENT WIFE! AND YOU CANNOT SEEM TO GET IT THROUGH YOUR PUDDY MIND!" Come from the broad lips of the white man.

Pen whimpers until Lord Lawarence hears the door of their bed chambers opening up.

Silence fills the air as three men who resemble each other and a blonde-haired white man enter the room.

The first man ordered in a stern tone, "Remove yourself from her, Lord Lawrence of Evergreen!"

Eloise knew that the monster of a man wasn't listening to the men in front of him. So, she decided to make a surprise attack on him from the back.

Red is all Eloise Bridgeton sees. Her peach right hand holds on tight to the handle of the knife. Eloise then goes up in a strike position, and her six-inch boots run behind the ten-by-five man.

"This is on behalf of Penelope!" she growls while Lord Richard Lawerance's body goes rigid from the attack.

A furry comes across the lady's thin face while giving the man as many as it takes to remove him from their world.

"Eloise!" She hears the second man shout in shock before they hear the third man shout her best friend's name in despair, "Penelope!' as he rushes to protect the red-haired lady from more abuse.

Eloise's white hands keep striking with both of her hands until the dirty-blonde-haired man puts his tan-white hands on the handle.

"Eloise, he is gone. Please stop." He pleads on the right side before removing the bloody knife from his betrothed small hands.

Shock should be behind the brunette-haired lady's eyes from seeing the damage she had done to the lord.

Instead, she comes back to her senses with a devious smile.

"Phillph, he should not have laid his hands on her!" She states in anger.

The tall man named Phillph calmly replies, "Eloise, your older brothers, and I understand that you cannot think straight because you're vexed. Regardless, we must make haste. I have gotten another carriage to take us to your brother's home. Then we will figure out how to cover up the crime,"

Eloise Bridgeton, soon-to-be Lady Crane, examines the scene before her.

Right in front of her is Lord Richard Lawerence, lifeless.

Beside Eloise is his wife, Penelope, who fussed over her love, Colin

Her two oldest brothers, Anthony and Benedict, try thinking about what to do with Lord Lawerence's body.

After seeing everything, her body becomes shocked while the man beside her says, "I will disregard the weapon and have a runner announce that we have found you at my home. No one will know what happened tonight."

"I killed a man." She whimpers in guilt.

The next thing she hears is Pen choking up the words, "El, you just killed my husband. If anything happens, I will be your alibi."

Eloise directs her attention to the distressed blue eyes belonging to Penelope before taking in her petite body.

One of her gorgeous green empire dress is in shreds before seeing a robe covering her bloody torso from anyone's view.

Eloise nods in acknowledgment before seeing her husband leave the room.

Colin's tan hand wipes away Pen's tears while he responds on his sister's behalf. "Ride or Die. Eloise and I will protect you. No matter what, Pen."

Pen's eyes look up at Colin's smitten navy blue eyes while Eloise looks down at her bloody dress.

"We must go!" Vicount Anthony Bridgeton states to everyone in the room.

Eloise does nothing while everyone settles into their roles.

Colin helps Pen look for some clothes to take to Number 5 while Anothy removes the evidence of their family being there.

Benedict comes to her side and covers the evidence of Eloise's crime by draping her dress with Pen's Lady Whistledown's cloak. He then puts the hood upon Eloise's wavy locks while Pen and Colin follow behind.

Quickly, Benedict, Eloise, Pen, and Colin leave with no trace of their footsteps, and all Eloise can think about is, "I just killed her man. Penelope Featherington is my alibi."

Listening songs

[elpida]

At some point in the night she turned and just felt warmth beside her, subconsciously wriggling so she could snuggle up to the warmth. Usually she'd never sleep so peacefully but Eden on this occasion, slept so peacefully and deeply, but of course she had to sleep the effects off. When she did wake up the sun was shining, there was a hum of music from downstairs and she.. had no idea where she stood. They'd not stayed over before.. well definitely not in his home and... was she meant to sneak out? Was she meant to do some walk of shame home?

She let her hand feel across his side of the bed.. he had rooms so part of her wondered, did he have her sleep next to him just to make sure she was okay? Eden rose slowly with a slight whine, her hand brushing across her forehead. It felt like she'd drank gallons, like a terrible hangover or an awful headache. She'd put it more down to headache but.. she could handle that. The rest felt a blur, she remembered Barlowe, she remembered Angelo's arm around her waist, the way he'd scooped her up and she remembered Lawrence but it was in snippets. Either way she didn't want to go down in this dress so she quietly hunted for something she could change into and settled on a white shirt that she found in some drawers. She didn't imagine he'd mind, it certainly made her feel more herself.

She went down quietly, fretted over wondering whether to go in but ended up leaning against the doorframe, with his shirt on, hanging slightly from one shoulder. "Good morning." her voice soft, she wasn't sure whether she should be up but she certainly sounded like herself and she was stood on her own two legs again. "I umm... I just wanted to say thank you for last night.. to you and to you too Lawrence, before I went." his cooking smelled delicious and he looked.. well it wasn't fair that he looked so handsome this early. She'd automatically assumed she wasn't really meant to sit down and eat with them, part of her headache could be remedied by eating a proper breakfast for once. "Is this Italian?" she asked, noting the music, the calm rhythm. "Mi... Mi disp.. umm.." she tilted her eyes upward trying to remember the word. She was certain she knew the word for sorry. "Dispace? Dispia... " she blushed, shaking her head with a light blush. "I'm sorry, for anything I said to you last night, how I went off." and she was humble enough to apologise in front of Lawrence and sweetly enough, she instantly tried to speak even a little Italian.

Eden's words resonated with Lawrence's belief in Angelo's underlying goodwill, despite the harsh actions he sometimes took to protect himself and his interests. He knew Angelo’s backstory, his relationship with his parents, and his life in prison. It was difficult to be a good man when you’ve been exposed to life’s hardest challenges and, often, to its cruelty. “He is, miss," Lawrence affirmed, acknowledging the complexities of Angelo's character while he remained by her side. “Mister Angelo, he's not one to wear his kindness on his sleeve. He's crafted a facade, a mask, if you will. To the world, he's a figure of fear, respect, and authority that indulges in many twisted forms of amusement.” He reflected upon Angelo’s life in general, and a sigh slipped from his lips, hinting that he didn’t always agree with Angelo’s actions and decisions. Lawrence would be the first to oppose them. His gaze remained on her until her eyes drifted shut, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips at her whisper. “He is in need of someone that would,” he muttered his confession, remaining by her side until Angelo could return.

Angelo’s gaze remained fixed on Barlowe as he was being beaten, shouting the men to stop when he saw he was wheezing. He approached him, taking in the sight of the man covered in his own blood. He listened to his plea, ignoring it with a sinister laugh. “Right, you want me to have mercy on you when you wouldn’t have had that same mercy on Eden. No, Barlowe, see… I may be an awful man but I’m not a fucking monster like you,” He hissed, bending his knees to crouch down beside him to whisper. “There are so many pricks on this world and I’m getting rid of one of them. Guess that’s my good deed of the week. Arrivederci, bastardo.” He then got up, fully prepared to return home as he took steps back and his eyes set on the men he’d hired. He was honestly sick of seeing this man and hearing him. “Gentlemen, finish the job and dispose of the body as I’ve told you. We’re sending a message tonight.” Then, he turned to head back to his car and return to his home.

Once he arrived, Angelo made sure to check up on Eden first, talk to Lawrence before he could take a shower and clean the blood off his hands. He also disposed of the tuxedo that had been covered in it, instructing Lawrence to burn it as he didn’t want anything to do with Barlowe. Afterward, he slid into the covers of his bed beside Eden, shirtless, ensuring her comfort before settling in himself. He slept for six hours before rising in the morning, stretching his arms and legs. He grabbed a shirt, pants, and shoes before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Lawrence, Eden, and himself. Cooking was one of his favorite things in the world, especially when it involved recipes from his homeland. His kitchen was fully equipped with the latest appliances, allowing him to create delicious meals with ease. He had begun playing music through the speakers — at a low volume but enough to be heard throughout the kitchen — as he prepared scrambled eggs with smoked salmon and cottage cheese. Lawrence had woken, taken a shower, and changed into his uniform to join him in the kitchen. It was Italian tradition to dress well for everything — even breakfast —, and it was a norm set by Angelo that staff should do the same.

“Buongiorno, sir,” Lawrence greeted as he entered the kitchen, making his way to Angelo. “Buongiorno, Lawrence,” He greeted back while keeping his gaze fixed on the eggs, a cigarette stick hanging from the corner of his lips. “I hope you managed to get some decent sleep, sir, considering the delightful aroma wafting from this morning's cooking.” Lawrence was pleased with the ambiance, finding the music playing soothing yet filled with rhythm. “Si. We have a guest and she needs to eat well once she’s up. Besides, I’ve done my good deed, Lawrence. Always happy to help this world become a better place.” Angelo’s knuckles were still sore, but they wouldn’t be an issue. He hummed to the song as he pulled the cigarette out of his lips, feeling nostalgic when he heard songs in Italian. “Homeland calls. I guess I’ll he back to Italy soon and you’ll be here in charge of all of this,” he patted Lawrence’s shoulder, a smile spreading across his face. “Certainly. I’d be quite pleased delighted to ease myself in the jacuzzi while I enjoy a glass of Limoncello, take in the sight of the city’s skyline from the window. It is quite a treat,” Lawrence teased, beginning their banter in which they understood each other. Angelo chuckled at the thought, grabbing the pan handle and moving it to a side. “You live better than the damn owner of this place. Holy hell.” He began wondering if Eden would be awake and if she’d feel well enough to get up for breakfast. Either way, Angelo planned to take her breakfast to bed.