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What kind of reactions do you think Btd characters might have to a period, crying Mc who is writhing in pain?
Today I got my period unprepared and without pills and pads I suffered indescribable pain for a long hour… (Man I don't want to go through this again 😢)
and it made me think about it. Would they be surprisingly kind and help, or would they take advantage of it for their own benefit?
urghhh i hate being unprepared for my period, i'm so sorry to hear that :( hope this cheers you up!
ren 🦊
ren would definitely panic if he found you in a lot of pain
he'd ask a lot of questions to try to understand what was up before you just told him you were on your period
"oh...OH! okay! okayokay, i'll go get you what you need! do you want pads, tampons, painkillers...um, something else?"
he'd be a good boyfriend for like ten minutes and get you everything you need and then some
any sorts of pads or tampons, chocolate, your favourite food, a heat pad, all sorts. he'd be very well stocked so you weren't caught off guard again
as soon as you were slightly more comfortable, though, he'd be hovering at your side like "so...um...i've heard some things are really good to settle period pain...heh..."
he was horny the second you told him lol
he'd be DESPERATE to fuck you and, especially, to eat you out while you were on your period
he'd bug you every single day, just full on pathetic begging
"please please please please can i eat you out please it'll make you feel better pleaseeeeeee"
and of course he'd asking to be nice. if you said no, he'd just do it anyway...and spill a little more blood if he needed to
he's a fox. what do you expect <3
(i've also written this (for fox) if you wanna see it in action lol)
lawrence 🥀
law would probably be pretty shocked too
like they come back from work and you're hunched up on their bed moaning in pain. it's not like you can get out to sort out the issue yourself after all :(
you tell them and they get sort of flustered
"um...alright, i guess i'll get something for you. what do you need?"
if you give them a list, they'll do what they can. but they need a list. they would NOT know what to get otherwise
they'd also be pretty nice about it though
maybe run you a bath and make a batch of tea to settle your stomach. it would work a little too well lol
they wouldn't be too desperate to fuck you (they never really are lol) but if you asked, they might do it in the shower or something
they rent the place and don't want to do more laundry than they need to
strade 🔨
*knowing look*
what do you expect from strade, the sole boyfriend who's exclusively horny for violence?
yeah he'd be all over you the second he figured it out lmao
your discomfort and pain is like. His Thing so he would not care at all about you bleeding
he might even like that a little more, and the opportunity to make fun of you as you bled all over his lap and stained his trousers and thighs, and see you even more uncomfortable and put off by how much he wants you
"aw look at you, you're so embarrassed! why, you're never usually this flushed when you're bleeding for me <3"
i read a fanfic once where strade ate the mc out while they were on their period and like. pulled their tampon out lmaoooo he'd totally do that too xux
lay you down in the basement, or even soak his bed sheets, and take you even when you tried to shy away or pull back
that's more in just taking advantage of you when you're in pain
barring the horny stuff, strade kind of doesn't care about getting you tampons or pads or anything. ask him and he'll do it
that doesn't mean he wouldn't tease you a little first cus he totally would
that's just cus he likes to see you squirm though :)
#ren hana#ren btd#ren x mc#ren x reader#lawrence oleander#lawrence btd#lawrence x reader#lawrence x mc#strade btd#strade x reader#strade x mc#headcanons#qs
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Извините пожалуйста, я знаю что быстро переключаюсь с фандома на фандом. Но я честно люблю Джейкоба, поэтому надеюсь что вы поймёте <3
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excuse me, I know I quickly switch from fandom to fandom. But I honestly love Jacob, so I hope you understand <3
I will never draw Jacob in his usual red plaid shirt. Maybe....
#i love him#the best boys#art#jacob alden#lurking for love#btd#btd2#btd2 fanart#btd lawrence#btd2 lawrence#lfl game#lfl#lfl fanart#lawrence x jacob#lawrence oleander#lawrence#lawrence x reader#lawrence oleander x reader#oc#mc
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-ˋ₊˚. General Stuff‧₊°-
✎: Request info
I will not go in depth about gender/race/looks about the reader, everything will be up to your imagination.
However, if you want the reader to look a specific way or for the reader to be a specific gender, please elaborate what kind of scenario you want to read and elaborate on the struggles, if there are any, a bit further so I won't make any mistakes.
I only write x readers for characters that are listed on the masterlists.
I won't take up any smut requests, but I might write some when I feel like it.
I only write canon x reader or canon x reader x canon.
I won't write and tolerate adult x child, incest, step-sibling stuff or pregnant reader requests,if you do request it you will be blocked or ignored.
I'm always open for game recommendations!!
✎ : Masterlists
Boyfriend to death
The Price Of Flesh
John Doe
Lurking For Love
My Dear Hatchet Man
The Kid at the Back
Broken Colors
Where Winter Crows Go
Mushroom Oasis
A Date with Death
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A Little Lawrence Fanfic >w< (Dangerous Fellows)
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A little fic of my favorite mentally disturbed golden child. plz be nice! this is my first public fanfic!!
Dangerous Fellows is an otome game with an zombie apocalypse setting by Storytaco. inc! If you've never played it, I highly recommend it!
sfw, GN Reader, yandere (but not really this is super tame fluff), mild spoilers
It was another day with the new group you're staying with. Everyone was doing their part in patrols as usual. You were going to scavenge resources with some of the others, but Lawrence insisted that you help him check inventory. You hadn't spent much time with him one on one... it was a little nerve racking.
"So how have you been adjusting?" He suddenly asks with his usual warm smile.
"Adjusting? I've been fine, for the most part... I really like it here. It's nice to be with others after surviving alone for so long."
"Good. No one's been giving you any trouble?"
"Um...well..." You begin.
Lawrence looks at you with immense attentiveness.
"Scarlett's still not very happy about me joining the group. She's really rude... and she asks me to do favors for her like I owe her something."
Lawrence looks at you with a pensive expression.
"Really?"
You look away, feeling a little embarrassed for talking poorly of someone else...but it was true. She would order you around, take food from you, single you out, and she always gave you foul glares.
"You know..." Lawrence speaks, tallying up some rations. "Scarlett begged and cried for me to let her stay when she first joined."
"Really?"
"Really. It was really pitiful. I wasn't going to let her stay...she seemed like a liability. Sometimes you need to sacrifice one to save the many. But she came shortly after we formed our little group of survivors, I didn't want the others to think I was cold and heartless. I thought I made the right decision, letting her stay, but I didn't think she'd give the next new member so much trouble."
You mumble out a little "mhh" to show your listening. It felt uncanny hearing Lawrence use words like "pitiful", "liability", and "sacrifice". He was usually so kind, so tender.
"She may act like it, but she doesn't have any authority here. I run things. And if that were to ever change, it'd be Ethan taking my place."
The conviction in his words made you feel a little uneasy, but you muster up your voice to ask the question on your mind.
"How'd you even become the leader in the first place? Did the others elect you?"
"Elect? No, that wouldn't have worked. Everyone wants to be in charge in a lawless world like this - we would have gotten nowhere like that. I took advantage of a poor situation. Silver lining, and all that."
You cock your head with intrigue
"It's... not something I like to talk about. I felt like something bad was going to go down, so I gathered who I could and stayed a step ahead of calamity. I have a sixth sense for those kinds of things. So stay close, and I'll protect you, okay?"
You slowly nod, enamoured by his charming smile as you unknowingly open some sort of wrapper. Once you notice the crinkling, you jump slightly and glance over at Lawrence with a sorry expression.
He didn't seem disappointed at all...in fact, he quietly laughed, holding his hand over his mouth.
"It's okay, you can eat it if you're hungry."
"Really? But the inventory-"
"What about it? We're the ones making the list right now~"
Lawrence laughs again with a glint of mischief in his eyes. You had the impression he was a strict rule follower- an unbiased mediator to guide lost souls in these trialing times. But... he's just like anyone else.
Lawrence adjusts his glasses as his laughter fades before looking over at you.
"Is it good?"
"Huh?"
"The cookie. The one in your hands?"
He smirks, pointing to your hands.
You look down and notice what you unwrapped was a cookie. A chocolate one with white chocolate chips. You glance over at Lawrence again before taking a bite. It's...stale. Very stale. But it's taste is better than most of the other things you've eaten since the outbreak.
"Mmh- it's stale" You mumble, chewing the hard cookie.
Lawrence laughs again, clearly finding your struggle endearing.
"You know, if we find the right supplies, I could make some fresh ones"
You happily hum with intrigue as you do your best to chew the rock-solid dessert.
"Cookies aren't very hard to make. We just need some flour, sugar, some eggs - maybe we could substitute the eggs with something else...."
He trails off, writing something in the margin of the looseleaf paper he was using to track the supplies.
You struggle to swallow the bite you took before asking Lawrence another question.
"Do you like baking, Lawrence?"
He continues writing for a moment before responding to you.
"It's something I've always wanted to get into... but my parents didn't approve."
"Really? What's there to not approve of?"
"It's not what they had in mind for my future. They wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer or... you know, 'something respectable'"
You sympathetically frown at him, raising the cookie to your mouth to take another bite before remembering how well that went just a moment ago.
"Are you not gonna finish it?"
You shake your head. Lawrence extends his hand outward to you.
"Let me try. It can't be that bad!"
He optimistically smiles as you hand over the chocolate cookie. He looks intently at it for a moment, tracing his finger over the bite mark you left. Lawrence brings it to his mouth and attempts to bite through it, having to chomp down a few times before actually breaking a piece off.
"Ugh... Is this made out of concrete?"
You laugh as he struggles to chew the cookie, just as you did. The furrow in his brow softens as he sees your face light up with amusement.
"I'll make you something much better than this, I promise"
"Pfft- anything would be better than this titanium cookie" You jest.
You giggle as you continue to watch Lawrence struggle with the cookie.
"Your image of me is probably tainted now, isn't it? 'Strong, charismatic, reliable Lawrence struggles to eat a stale cookie'"
You can hear the self-deprivation in his voice, straightening out your smile. You insistently shake your head.
"No! I still think you're strong and reliable!"
"And charismatic?"
"And charismatic..."
The two of you laugh a little more as you decide to throw the cookie around to see what'll break it. It's not a good use of food, but does it even count if it's unchewable?
Ending Notes:
eughhh my fingers are cramping... Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this silly little fic, and apologizes for any other Lawrence stans who were hoping to get carried into the basement and tied up. Who knows? maybe I'll write a darker fic with him in the future?
I'm very self conscious about how people will react to the way I see characters, but I've studied Lawrence like a... uh... *insert something people study really hard*. The silly otome man has been living in my head rent free for almost six years now, I'm confident enough in my understanding of his character to write fics like this.
If you liked this fic, please give me some words of encouragement in the comments... it'll make me wanna write more *fishes for praise cutley uwu*
I'm sorry that was cringe I'm going to stop writing now....
#dangerous fellows#otome game#fanfic#df#Lawrence#Lawrence Dangerous fellows#Lawrence df#Lawrence x Reader#x reader#yandere#fluff#fluff fic#storytaco.inc#otome
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💕 REQUESTS OPEN 💕 18+ ONLY 💕
Trying to get in the groove of writing NSFW again, sooo send some requests! No promises I can do all, it depends on which ones I REALLY like and get into!!!
I don’t kink shame, I’m open to most, but I WILL NOT DO includes incest, rape/non-con, beastiality (that doesn’t include humanoids. so like catgirls, catboys, hybrid shit i’m cool with), and I’ll figure out the rest when I get there lol
FANDOMS I’M COOL WITH AND CHARACTERS!
✨ = most confident in
💢 = not as confident in
Obey Me:
Lucifer ✨
Mammon 💢
Leviathan ✨
Satan ✨
Asmodeus ✨
Beelzebub 💢
Belphegor ✨
Diavolo
Barbatos
Solomon ✨
Simeon 💢
Dangerous Fellows:
Lawrence ✨
Ethan ✨
Harry ✨
Zion 💢
Mystic Messenger:
Jumin Han ✨
Jaehee Kang
Yoosung Kim 💢
Zen/Hyun Ryu
Saeyoung Choi ✨
Spy x Family:
Loid Forger
Yor Briar/Forger 💢
NU: Carnival:
Eiden
Kuya
Quincy ✨
Aster 💢
Morvay 💢
Yakumo
Olivine ✨
Blade
Dante 💢
Edmond ✨
Resident Evil:
Leon Kennedy ✨
Claire Redfield 💢
Luis Serra
Ashley Graham 💢
Ada Wong
Chris Redfield 💢
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Promoting my silly little hcs and scenarios of Lawrence Oleander ao3 here 😋😋
ITS PRETTY TAME (fluff mostly teehee), nothing graphic, spoilers of course, and slight mention of the ‘He kept you’ ending. Most of these are after ‘You both know the truth’ unless stated otherwise.
Gender neutral reader ! UPDATE its 3.2k words now !
Okay update 3.9k words now teehee
#btd lawrence#lawrence x reader#boyfriend to death#headcanon#x reader#lawrence oleander#boyfriend to death 2
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🍒:Ok i'm an idiot, i accidentally deleted the request, but here is a soft!Dom Lawrence D:
Let me do it sweetie ~ Lawrence Gordon
Story g: soft!nsfw
⚠️: little dominant sex but sweet and soft, no specific mention of female or male anatomy
Character: Lawrence Gordon/Dr. Gordon from Saw
Reader g: Neutral reader
📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the personality of the character
🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content
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You were moving those vegetables so that they would cook when you felt large hands take you by the waist, you shouted your head to meet Lawrence and he immediately kissed the side of your head.
"Hey baby, I missed you"
You hadn't even heard him enter the house, you looked at the clock and it was just the time he was already back from his work at the hospital.
"How was the hospital today?" You spoke as Lawrence began to kiss the side of your face still hugging you from behind.
"Very tired and stressful"
"I'll give u your dinner in a moment love, you must be hungry"
Knowing that Lawrence could see how busy you were cooking and moving around to look for ingredients nearby, he never left your side.
"Lawrence, are you okay? I feel you very warm today."
"I just missed you so much today."
He reached for the stove to turn it off, he turned you around and looked at your confused face, yet without saying anything he brought you closer to his body and began to kiss you sweetly. Not even a minute passed before he already had you sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen.
Taking you by the waist and positioning himself between your legs, he continued kissing you, moving down your jaw to your neck. Lawrence was hungry for you. You didn't do anything to stop him, he always ended up making you drunk with his touches and kisses, you just didn't object to anything he wanted to do.
Lawrence was special, he didn't like to have sex anywhere in the house, for him the bed you shared together was exclusive for sleeping in each other's arms or staying awake touching each other. So the moment he saw that you agreed to his touch, he picked you up and took you straight to the room you shared.
He laid you on the bed and untied his tie, when you saw that he began to take off his clothes you wanted to do the same and took your hands stopping your actions.
"Let me do it sweetheart."
Lawrence began touching your body under your shirt while returning to kiss your lips and then up your arms until you were topless, going down to kiss your collarbones and shoulders. You tried to unbutton his white dress shirt but he stopped your hands again by pinning them to the bed above your head.
"You don't play today, do you understand?"
And his tone of voice made your stomach tickle. He let go of your hands for a moment and took the untied tie that was still hanging from his neck, took your hands and tied them together, tight enough not to move them but never enough to hurt you.
Lawrence began to remove his clothes in front of your eyes, his movements were slow and calm, but his breathing communicated desperation to continue touching you.
When he was done with his clothes, he continued with yours clothes, leaving you completely naked. Returning to kiss you desperately, your hands tied across your chest, the only thing you could do was wrap your legs over his hips and touch his chest with your motionless hands. One of his hands grabbed your waist tightly, leaving the mark of his fingers on your cushioned skin.
Tired of just kissing you, he got up from his place, took another tie from his closet and approached you, this time the tie went straight to your eyes.
"I don't want you to know where I'm going to touch you, and just feel it, don't take off any of ties or I stopped, you hear me?"
You just nodded and he tied the tie gently behind your head, everything was dark now. The first touch you felt was your hands held together above your head.
"Don't put your hands down or stop, if you feel uncomfortable say the safe word, remember it?"
"Wine"
"Yes baby"
Now that they were both ready to continue, Lawrence began. At first you only saw darkness, your hands tied above your head and your naked body a little cold from lack of clothing and contact.
A few long seconds later you felt his hands touch your waist, this time it wasn't kisses that ran down your neck, but rather Lawrence's tongue, he knew exactly where to touch, he knew the exact points that made you feel chills and warmed your stomach so his tongue made small sounds of pleasure escape your throat.
Everything was so predictable at first, kissing your pulse on your neck, biting your collarbones a little, caressing your chest. Until he began to make a path of wet kisses from below your navel to your V zone, that's when your skin got chills and a louder moan came from your throat. Lawrence reached your intimate part and began to pass his tongue all over it, making your stomach spasm. He spent some time with his face between your legs, just licking and sucking carefully while one of his hands played with your nipples to increase the stimulation. .
His chin was wet from your fluids, your legs squeezing the sides of his head with each stimulation.
Suddenly there was an absence of his touch for a few moments and you felt desperate to feel him again. Lawrence lowered your hands, raised your hips and turned your entire body, arranging your chest touching the bed, on your knees and separating your legs, leaving your butt completely free for him.
Lawrence began to kiss your entire back, he squeezed the flesh of your hips. He look on the nightstand for the strawberry lube that you both loved to use because of the smell of it, he also grab a condom. Although extra lubrication was never necessary, Lawrence liked to use it as a precaution, so that when he entered you he wouldn't hurt you in any way. And even though you told him so many times that it wasn't necessary and that you were wet enough for him to enter without problems. He wasn't worried about having trouble getting in, but about hurting your insides.
He put the condom on his length, his dick was thick and it was perfect for you as it filled you perfectly and reached every spot you liked.
Lawrence stood behind you, grabbed you by the neck and pulled your head back to reach your ear.
"Beautiful, I want to listen to you, I order you not to silence those beautiful moans that drive me crazy"
He began to enter your hole slowly, still at the height of your ear and as his length was lost inside you, u could hear the guttural sounds of pleasure coming out of him. And you couldn't hide them either, even though out of shame you tried to silence them, Lawrence got upset when he noticed that you were trying to control yourself, he squeezed your neck a little.
"I told you I want to listen to you love"
The way his length stretched your walls had made you forget that it was the first thing he ordered before entering. So now you released the pressure from your throat to avoid moaning.
Lawrence crumpled the sheets under his hand, waiting for you to get used to the sensation but you squeezed him so well that he couldn't bear not being able to move.
After a few seconds he began to move his hips, pushing his length forward and still holding your neck, he pushed you to make a deeper thrust. Your moans came out carelessly, almost screaming his name and asking him not to stop.
You could also hear Lawrence moaning under his breath, and mumbling words that sometimes you didn't understand.
"Shit, sweetheart, you're so tight" "I love the shape of your body" "you're perfect for me" "I never get tired of feeling you around me" "I love you so much" "I can' t live without you"
You continued looking into the darkness, your head raised back, your elbows leaning on the bed, your hands tied together, your back was arched and your butt lifted by Lawrence's hand, the corner of your mouth covered with a little saliva and your moans almost screams did not stop
A few more thrusts and you came, letting some of your fluids fall directly onto the sheets and running down your legs. Lawrence ended up with the condom inside you, feeling how it throbbed and how the latex became hot.
Lawrence let go of your neck and got out of you, he removed the tie from your eyes and laid you on your back, you could finally see him; with his hair messy, sweat on his face and neck and his heavy breathing. He untied your hands and went to get a towel to clean you, clean inside your thighs and you reacted from overstimulation. He leaned back and pulled you to lie on his chest.
"Larry, I love you."
"I love you too, you can't imagine how in love I am with you, I don't know what my life would be without you"
He planted a fleeting kiss on your lips and then returned to kiss you lovingly. As the seconds passed, Lawrence was already on top of you again.
"We should have dinner first" you said pushing him away a little, Lawrence just smiled and moved away from you before he got a new erection.
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Wilting Nerium- Chapter 3: Sex, Drugs, Ect.
Lawrence Oleander x AFAB!GN!Reader
CW/TW: Mild smut, drug consumption, panic attack, wlw-coded, hallucinations, mentions of marijuana and alcohol consumption (Not by reader)
Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Disclaimer: I do not condone any of the content in this fanfic or game in real life!
Lawrence Oleander belongs to Gatobob
NOW PLAYING: Sex, Drugs, Ect. by Beach Weather
The only bad thing about working at a nature reserve is once you’ve been left to die in the woods, you kinda get a bit anxious when in a forest. However, I knew these woods. These were my woods. I don’t have anything to fear at work.
Work is the one place where I’m truly safe.
The readjustment was a bit difficult, but I needed to get back to my job, for both the money, and the fact that if I didn’t, I was gonna go fucking crazy.
It was a relatively simple job, but I’d been doing it for years, so of course it’d be simple to me. I was in charge of checking up on all of our tagged wildlife and making sure that none had gotten killed by hunters or poachers.
It was a soothing routine, but as per usual in my life nowadays, there was something different.
One of our stags had been attacked. By something much larger than anything we had on the premises, and it’s highly unlikely that any predator from outside the reserve wandered in and went for the stag itself.
“Something got Milo?”
Milo was one of the four stags we had at the reserve, and the most docile, which makes the whole situation even more weird.
“Yeah. Uh, whatever it was was pretty big. Bigger than anything that uh, we’ve got here.”
Lola was a nice coworker, on the shorter side with short, poofy auburn curls- almost like an afro, and had wide, light brown doe eyes. Also her smile was entirely too bright and she had a short temper, but she loved the animals and never pressured me into talking or anything, so she was good in my book.
She let out a melancholy sigh, running a thin hand through her boingy curls.
He’d never go after someone like her, she’s far too intimidating for him, and-
Stop. You’re at work. This is the only safe space left.
“Down to three, then, I guess. How unfortunate.”
The frown wrinkled her face in all the wrong ways. It looked unnatural on her.
Luckily, she quickly ‘turned that frown upside down’ and grinned at me, not much different than a cheshire cat.
That smile was almost as unsettling as her frowning.
My name slid off her tongue slyly, she was planning something. She wanted something from me.
“Hey, I’m throwing a party this weekend, if you’re interested.”
I must’ve not been hiding my emotions that well on my face because she scrambled to convince me.
“It’s gonna be super small, just a few coworkers and some of my friends, no more than like, I don’t know, thirty people, maximum. If that, even, I swear. Just stop by for like, half an hour and you can leave whenever you want, I just…”
She sighed softly, her face filling with concern. I know where this is going.
“I was hoping to get you some fresh air, in a more societal setting after, y’know,” she gestured slightly at me, her eyes trailing the visible scars on my neck, face, and arms; “Everything you’ve been through.”
I exhaled deeply, rubbing my wrists.
“I’m not sure, Lola.”
I don’t know what she was thinking, I couldn’t look straight at her, like she was the sun, it was hard to look anywhere near her general direction.
“Please, just for a little while, you don’t have to stay for long, I swear to you.”
Awkward silence filled the air as I discreetly shuffled towards the door and shifted my weight back and forth on my legs. My hand held the doorknob tightly, knuckles white and twisting the cold metal.
“I’ll… I’ll think about it.”
She beamed, I didn’t even have to look at her to know it, I could feel her overjoyed grin radiating sunlight throughout the room.
“Yes! Sounds great!”
I furrowed my brows and glared slightly at her tiny button nose, not looking her in the eye.
“No promises, though, okay?” She practically pirouetted past me, giving my shoulder a light pat as she went by.
“I’ll be looking forward to it!”
At least Lola was right about the size of the house party being small, but this place absolutely reeked.
Of weed. And other drugs.
I’d worn simple clothes: a black tanktop, light blue high waisted jeans, my old black Doc Martins, a green flannel. Enough to not look like a hobo, not too much so I’d look like an overachiever.
It wasn’t too loud inside either, just some 80’s rock playlist playing for ambience in the background, humming of chatter in different rooms as people mingled with one another.
And here I was, alone.
I knew this was a horrible idea. I should’ve just stayed home.
I sort of just stood there for a few minutes before making my way into the kitchen, where I walked through an almost heavenly cloud of marujuana smoke lingering in the air.
“Hey there, stranger!”
I nearly jumped all the way out of my skin as a hand clasped around my left shoulder and tugged me into the side of a girl a bit taller than me.
Her physique was lean and slightly muscular, with a strong jaw and sharp nose, her eyes mismatched colors of olive green and honey brown, with a light dusting of freckles adorning her cheeks, and long golden blonde hair reaching to her waist.
Aka, REALLY FUCKING PRETTY.
Oh, shit I’m staring-
“Oh, uh, hi. Sorry.”
She laughed, soft and sweet and I could feel the heat rising to my face because ohhhh myyyyy god, she’s so gorgeous and her laugh is perfect and adorable and-
Her hand landed on my shoulder giving it a small squeeze.
“My name’s Aiden.”
I cleared my throat and held my hand out in greeting.
Do people even do handshakes anymore? I mean like, it’s 2023-
She shook my hand gently, and I wanted to collapse.
Oh fuck, my name. Dumbass you’re introducing yourself, you need to tell her your fucking name.
“Uh, I’m-”
I could hear my name being called from the living room, causing me to freeze in my spot, Aiden and I both turning to the source- Lola- her strong and lightly calloused hand not leaving mine.
I repeated my name slowly, smiling awkwardly. “Yeah, that's… that's me.”
Lola looked between the two of us as she approached, gasping excitedly and gesturing at Aiden and I in a wild fashion.
“Oh my goshhhh! You guys are getting alongggg! That's so totally fucking awesome, my besties are befriending each otherrr!”
She's high as shit. Probably drunk, too. I mean, it is her house, she has every right to get crossfaded if she wants.
Aiden let out a noise of realization, squeezing my hand and patting it lightly with her other hand, grinning wider before releasing my- probably sweaty- palm from her grip.
“So you're the coworker from the reservation that I've heard so much about? It's so good to finally put a face to a name!”
I let out a nervous laugh before nodding with a small ‘yeah.’
Lola dragged us off, parading us around the house, encouraging me to open up to a few people, and no one was sober enough to recognize me.
Which was actually a huge relief that helped me talk to them. They couldn't pity me if they didn't even know who I was.
Intoxicated people are funny.
At some point I had been offered a sort of gray-brown, shriveled up lump, causing me to turn to Lola, who was next to me on her sofa, Aiden resting her legs on my lap lazily.
“What… is this?”
Lola giggled slightly.
“It’s shrooms, y’know?”
I hummed, rolling it around on my hand while debating.
“If you don’t wanna like, eat it, you could brew it into a tea, I think.”
A shiver crawled along my spine, the scar on my neck tingling, and I shot the brunette an uneasy smile.
“I’ll just eat it the normal way, thanks.”
She laughed, lightly hitting my shoulder as I put the mass in my mouth, my face scrunching up at the odd taste, making Aiden chuckle in amusement.
I coughed after it went down, the blonde reaching onto the floor next to her, handing me her water bottle for me to take, my name falling from her mouth like a small blessing.
“Here, to wash it down.”
I took it from her, our fingers brushing slightly, making me melt inside at the smoothness of her hand against mine, finally taking a gulp from the plastic Dasani bottle.
It tasted oddly familiar.
I shook the thought away, this was neither the time nor the place to be thinking about him.
I’m at a party, not a therapy session.
I turned to Aiden, my hands absentmindedly rubbing her shins.
“How long does this shit typically take to kick in?”
She shrugged, her perfect face serene, hair falling over her shoulders.
“Dunno, usually ‘bout half an hour. Varies from person to person.”
I let out a hum and nodded, zoning out at the sound of her voice.
Closing my eyes and leaning back, I sighed and picked off the loose hairs I felt on her pants.
After a while, things felt, wobbly.
It felt laggy, like a video game.
I opened my eyes slowly, looking around at my surroundings.
Everything was in slow motion. Lola was gone.
It was just me and Aiden in the room.
Alone.
She mumbled as she sat up and tucked her legs underneath her, placing her hand on my shoulder.
“Huh…?”
She leaned towards me, I could see all the freckles dusting her cheekbones and nose.
“I said you look confused. You okay?”
My eyelids drooped, her soft breath against my ear warming up my neck and face.
“I… think so.”
She feels so soft, like velvet.
“Your hands are pretty, y’know.”
She giggled, and I felt my temperature rise a few degrees.
“Yeah, well your face is pretty.”
My eyes snapped up to meet hers, her face only inches from mine.
“All of you is pretty, actually.”
I let out a small noise, akin to a whine, as her lips hit mine slowly, my eyes closing while I leaned into her, my hand tracing her jawline.
Oh, fucking god-
Her hands gripped my hips, moving me to straddle her lap as she moaned into the kiss, my lips parting slightly, her warm tongue darting to move against mine in response.
Aiden began stroking my stomach with her thumbs, filling me with butterflies and making me shiver against her, heat flooding my body as I whimpered into her, her hands squeezing the plush of my hips, holding me down.
Her lips left mine, trailing down my cheek to my jawline and neck, my small noises louder without the muffling of our frantic kissing.
“You’re so sensitive, baby.”
I groaned at her words, my fingers moving to grip her shoulders.
“Can’t help it… been a while, and you’re too perfect.”
She chuckled against my jugular, nipping at my throat softly, causing me to groan, one of my hands coming to grip the hair at the back of her neck, a moan escaping her lips.
I grinned, pulling her hair back slightly, testing the waters, her gasp on egging me on to return the favor and attack her neck with little nips and open-mouthed kissing, her small noises of pleasure fueling the fire in my abdomen.
“Fuuck, sweetpea-”
She cut herself off with a soft moan as I hummed against her throat while sucking hard at her skin. I dragged my tongue over the forming bruise in my wake, causing her hips to buck up into mine.
I leaned back to admire the red and purple blotches on her skin, sliding my hands under the hem of her shirt, looking into her eyes, silently begging for permission to take it off, her shivers and frantic nodding of her head prompting me to ease the fabric over her shoulders and head before tossing it to the side.
“Perfect, so beautiful.”
I latched my lips onto hers once more, moving my hands to palm at her bra-covered breasts. She moaned against me, her hands finding my hips again, grinding me down against her, controlling my movements while my fingers tangled themselves into her hair and tugging. She slid her hands up the back of my shirt, scratching at my lower back with need. I pulled away from her again to shrug off my flannel and tug my shirt off, the two articles of clothing join hers on the hardwood floor before moving to kiss the skin of her chest, sucking bruises into the soft plushness of her tits, taking care to bite softer than on her neck, her hand finding my hair as she threw her head back in pleasure, her figure looking divine, my head swimming from the drugs, the only thing I could think of was how perfect she felt against me. I moved back up to her lips slowly, moving my hips against hers as she continued digging her nails into my back, a groan leaving me with a shiver. The hand in my hair slid down my neck, tracing the car there making me squirm at the feeling, my brain trying not to scream at the negative memories associated with it. I leaned back and opened my eyes, only to find that her eyes weren’t the green and golden brown from before, but now a steely shade of gray-blue, her hair lightening to a straw-colored blonde. My breath hitched as my body flung me onto my back on instinct, my body colliding with the floorboards with a very loud thump, my eyes flooding with tears that began streaming down my face.
“Oh, fuck I-”
I struggled to breath, wiping at my eyes, blinking at Aiden, who had moved to the floor, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder, my skin crawling as I flinched at the contact.
She looked like herself again. Oh god, I fucked everything up again.
“I-I’m sor-sorry, I can’t, I-”
She shushed me, brushing hair out of my face.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay.”
I sobbed, hiding my head in my hands.
I fucked up, I ruined it, everything was going so well, fuck, fuck fuck fuck.
“I- I need to go home, I’m so sorry.”
She helped me put my shirt back on, handing my jacket, reassuring me that it was okay and that she wasn’t mad.
Liar, I ruined everything, just like always.
She had Lola call me a cab before giving me her number as I apologized profusely.
The ride home was quiet and uncomfortable, the lights blending together unnaturally, trailing behind each other.
My apartment was dead silent when I finally got home.
Good. I’d probably cry if I heard noise right now.
My body and mind cried, aching to lay down in my warm bed as I changed out of my clothes, slipping into green flannel sweats and a black t-shirt.
After finishing my nighttime routine, I flopped into my bed, cocooning myself under my blankets, sighing as the warmth and exhaustion caught up to me, dragging me under the surface of the dark slumber that awaited me.
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Heyy, sou eu de novo! Será que posso pedir um abecedário nsfw sobre o Lawrence pfv? Me deixaria muito felizz 🥺🥺 Tenha um bom dia! 🤗❤️
abecedário nsfw – lawrence gordon
pairing: lawrence gordon x fem!reader
avisos: coisas normais de nsfw, nada muito estranho por aqui :)
notas da alec: oiii amgg, desculpa a demora pra te entregar isso aqui, é que os abc nsfw normalmente demora mais mesmo pra escrever porquê eu tenho que ter muitas ideias e talss, espero que você goste e continue aparecendo por aqui com seus pedidos </3
word count: 2948
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A = Aftercare ( como é depois do sexo )
vamos lá, não finja que esse carinha não seria um profissional experct em cuidados posterios porquê SIM ele é! seria tão carinhoso e gentil, super babão! lawrence gostaria tanto de te dar conforto, fazer carinho... mas ele é preguiçoso.
parece aqueles caras que esquematiza tudo antes de ir pro abate; já deixa uma garrafa d'água no quarto e seus doces favoritos caso te de vontade, caixa de lenços no criado-mudo pra poder te limpar... tudo que você puder imaginar. ele seria um amorzinho e até iria combater a preguicinha dele pra te ver bem mas provavelmente não levantaria da cama nos primeiros 40 minutos pós sexo.
B = Body part ( parte favorita do corpo em si mesmo e em seu parceiro )
nele mesmo acho que o nariz, estranhamente específico mas tem uma explicação muito clara: lawrence seria apaixonado pelo seu cheio; aquele perfume de marca registrada que você usa, ou o seu cheiro natural mesmo se não gostar de usar perfume, o aroma do seu cabelo pós lavagem, o cheiro do sabão que você usa nas suas roupas, o cheiro da sua buceta, esse tipo de coisa.
e em você seria tantas coisas, vou fazer uma listinha: seu nariz porquê ele gosta de apertar e morder, seus lábios porquê ele ama te beijar e também ama boquete, suas pernas principalmente em saias tubinho ou mini, e suas coxas. lawrence faria suas coxas de travesseiro, deixaria chupões, também esquenta suas orelhas no meio delas durante o inverno.
C = Cum ( qualquer coisa haver com porra )
ele gosta de gozar dentro porém ele sabe os riscos – se preocupa mais em ter que explicar pra sua esposa que engravidou outra mulher do que realmente ter um bebê, mas ele definitivamente não planeja ter mais filhos. – e iria conter esse desejo insano, a menos que você tome remédio. mas provavelmente na camisinha mesmo, ou na sua boca se você gostar dessas coisas.
lawrence parece pervertido o suficiente pra dizer coisas como "gosta do meu leitinho descendo pela sua garganta, gosta? tá quentinho? " quando você fosse engolir. a quantidade de porra que sai desse homem é exorbitante! seria o suficiente pra encher sua buceta e ainda iria escorrer a maior parte pelas suas pernas e pingar. uma cor meio que branco encardido, sei lá, e um gosto super docinho. esse homem cuida da alimentação dele como se sua vida dependesse disso, e de certa forma depende, né.
D = Dirty secret ( seus pequenos segredos sujos )
um segredo obscuro que ele guarda a sete chaves é que ele ama age gap. não algo muito problemático no nível de ele ir pra cadeia, mas também nada muito sutil. quer dizer, ele tem quarenta e dois então imagino que ele queria uma aventura com garotas mais novinhas, na casa dos 18 aos 25 anos de idade no máximo.
se ele realmente tiver interesse romântico em você então ele não vai te deixar só porquê você passou dos 26 ou porquê é mais velha do que isso. mas quando lawrence está preocupando por uma diversão de uma noite ou algo casual, ele vai atrás das mais novinhas.
E = Experience ( qual de experiência tem? )
dilf. isso já é o suficiente? o homem tem experiência, meu amor! ele é casado, pai de uma criança e tem amantes então ele manda bem!! se eu tivesse que colocar em uma escala de um até dez, lawrence, sem sombra de dúvidas, estaria no dez.
F = Favorite position ( auto explicativo )
quer ser usado de cadeira tipo aaargg. meio que vai ficar sentadinho na beirada cama e quer que você sente no colo dele, não sei, lawrence vai gostar de ver você se esforçando, ver seu corpo jovem e belo o ajudando taaaanto. ele também não iria conseguir manter suas mãos para si, iria pegar em cada pedacinho do seu corpo que estivesse exposto, principalmente seus peitos porquê duh.
e também spork, não é muito convencional, eu acho, mas é tão agradável. assim, lawrence estaria tão próximo de você, quase como um missionário, mas muito mais erótico. ele aproveitaria as brechas entre seus corpos pra tocar seu clitóris, esse homem sabe o que está fazendo com os dedos, okay? confie nele. lawrence seria tão excêntrico, tocando você tão rápido quanto seu pau entra e sai.
G = Goofy ( quão pateta pode ser, basicamente )
pode ser pateta mas na maioria das vezes não será. não tem muito o que falar sobre isso, acho que lawrence seria 8 ou 80 em relação as bobeiras na hora que estiver transando com você. ele vai ser bobalhão de vez em quando e vai ser bobo durante toda a transa, e se ele não puxar o lado mais idiota no começo então não espere nenhuma piadinha no restante.
H = Hair ( quanto de cabelo tem? o tapete combina com as cortinas? esse tipo de coisa )
ele tira tudo sempre, você raramente vai encontrar pelos pubianos quando estiverem transando. as vezes ele pode esquecer e tals, mas nada fora do controle. seus pelos seriam grossos por causa do atrito do barbeador em sua pele. quando ele era mais jovem costumavam ser loiros e finos, agora é preto escuro e arranha um pouco. tem happy trail castanho claro, quase loiro, só que é bem pouco e isso é inegável.
I = Intimacy ( aspecto romântico )
muito romântico, seja você a amante casual, a frequente, a namorada ou a esposa. ele te trataria como uma princesa, só que tem algumas diferenças. seus cuidados posteriores seriam mais prolongados dependendo de qual classe você está categorizada, ele também seguraria sua mão enquanto mete em você se fosse mais do que uma amante qualquer. lawrence diria coisas cada vez mais doces também, por outro lado, sua dirty talk seria bem mais afiada se forem casos de fim de noite.
J = Jack off ( headcanon de masturbação )
não acho que ele precisaria se masturbar desde que passou dos vinte, mas auto cuidado sempre é bem vindo. não seria frequente, uma vez na semana e ainda é muito pra ele, mas também seria como uma sessão de terapia. lawrence teria um ritual antes de começar: o primeiro passo seria separar algumas revistas adultas – ele lê revistas e vê fotos, nada de sex tapes e filmes pornô, o homem tem cultura e aprecia a arte. –, um pote de creme hidratante e lenços de papel; depois ele iria ver as fotos pra se inspirar, daria uma olhada no que tem no catálogo e escolheria a mulher mais atraente; quando ele não pudesse mais aguentar a dor do pau implorando pra ser tocado, aí sim ele começaria.
já falei que não seria com muita frequência, uma ou duas vezes na semana pra aliviar o estresse, lawrence não precisa mais disso pra se satisfazer ou relaxar, seria na esportiva mesmo. porém tem uma duração extremamente baixa quando está masturbando a si mesmo, ele gozaria menos de cinco minutos depois de começar, embora a resistência fosse mais alta quando tivesse te comendo ou recebendo uma punheta de você. é muito amor próprio.
K = Kink ( um ou mais de seus kinks/fetiches )
uma lista longa porquê nada pode parar lawrence gordon de ser extremamente pervertido porém os principais incluem: breeding kink, jogo de temperatura, fetiche por pés e, pasme, bdsm. não sou eu quem dito as regras.
lawrence é – estou supondo que isso é canônico – um tarado total por cream pie, ele quer enterrar o pau dele dentro de você e te encher com seu esperma quente e grudento, fodendo um bebê pra dentro do seu útero. algo na ideia de engravidar outra mulher além de sua esposa é tão excitante pra ele, sei lá, por mais que ele esteja realmente torcendo pra você ser muito cuidadosa com seu controle de natalidade e que vocês em hipótese alguma tenham um bebê. a ideia de ter um bebê é quente, a prática não é! – a menos que estejamos falando da prática de FAZER um bebê, aí ele adora – jogo de temperatura não acho que tenha muito o que falar, só acho que lawrence gosta de apimentar as coisas – ou congelar, se soa melhor – passando uma pedra de gelo nos seus mamilos, abdômen, coxas e, obviamente, na buceta. ele vai querer ver aquele gelo derretendo na sua pele que está praticamente pegando fogo de tesão. não tente negar que esse homem tem fetiche por pés porquê eu não tolero mentiras! algo nele tá gritando por isso, e ele seria um amante fiel; do tipo que quer que você use meias arrastão só pra ele poder rasgar e beijar seus tornozelos e chupar seus dedos, se você pintar de cores fortes então, oh, vai levar esse homem ao pronto socorro como vítima de ataque cardíaco, lawrence vai colocar seus dedos na boca e vai chupar, como se dependesse disso pra viver – não tenho fetiche em pés, okay? – e bdsm pra mim parece meio óbvio, quer dizer, ele obviamente se encaixa em bondage e disciplina, eu consigo vê-lo te amarrando e te fazendo de gato e sapato, usando seu corpo como ele quer, como ele deseja.
L = Location ( lugares favoritos pra fazer )
o homem ainda não enlouqueceu. qualquer lugar que não tenha risco algum de vocês serem pegos por qualquer pessoa. um grande não ao exibicionismo.
M = Motivation ( o que lhes dá tesão, e tals )
sandálias abertas e meias bonitas, saltos altos, flashs de mamilos "acidentais", decotes muito provocante, cordas e algemas, age gap, submissão total em coisas simples do dia a dia; como você seguir uma ordem estúpida dele sem nem ao menos questionar, roleplay de garota colegial burrinha e enfermeira gostosa, chama-lo de "papai"– não se enquadrando em daddy kink e muito menos saindo da boca da filha dele, acho que isso é óbvio mas vale o aviso.
N = No ( algo que não faria de forma alguma, broxante )
pregnancy kink – o homem definitivamente não quer um bebê –, exibicionismo, voyeurismo, cucking, sex tapes, food play, threesome, jogo de impacto, humilhação, e objetificação.
O = Oral ( preferência de dar ou receber, habilidades... )
sobre a preferência dele, acho que lawrence não teria. ele estaria bem em receber um boquete ou então te chupar, os dois parecem excelentes e igualmente prazerosos, ele não faz diferença entre oral. suas habilidades seriam medianas, embora. mas ele teria tanto carinho e cuidado com você; tem uma técnica questionável de vez em quando porém é bom o suficiente pra te fazer gozar, vai. e se sente mais confiante com dedilhado.
e boquete, não o vejo curtindo facefuck entretanto lawrence vai gostar se você se engasgar no pau dele, ele acharia que está no paraíso, sua visão favorita claramente seria ver você de joelhos pra ele, engolindo seu pau tão bem e se babando bastante. lawrence prefere receber boquetes quando está "ocupado" com as coisas do trabalho, basicamente roleplay de médico e enfermeira putinha, na verdade.
P = Pace ( rápido e rude, devagar e sensual...? ritmo, por assim dizer )
rápido porém muito sensual, ele não se perde nos dois papéis que se propôs a fazer. lawrence rola os quadris frequentemente enquanto vocês estão transando, também tem a mania de colocar o pau todo de uma vez e tirar tudo nas primeiras estocadas.
Q = Quickie ( opinião honesta sobre rapidinhas )
adora rapidinhas </3 as vezes lawrence não vai ter tempo ou paciência pra tratar você da forma que ele gostaria, ele realmente é um homem ocupado, porém não significa que ele não esteja disposto a te dar prazer e satisfazer a si mesmo. adora rapidinhas no escritório, no consultório... esse tipo de lugar, mas ele vai garantir que seja em um momento que sua agenda esteja parcialmente mais calma, que ninguém vá interromper vocês ou serem pegos por olhares curiosos.
R = Risk ( quão arriscado isso pode acabar se tornando )
não corre muitos riscos. sim, ele gosta de rapidinhas no trabalho mas ele se achar que vocês podem ser pegos então não rola, isso serve pra qualquer outros riscos que vocês poderiam tomar. lawrence tem uma reputação muito séria a zelar, ele não iria arruinar isso por causa de sexo, o homem tem suas prioridades.
S = Stamina ( quantas rodadas podem durar )
embora eu seja extremamente fiel a mísera ideia de que lawrence passaria até da quinta rodada não posso ser imparcial nisso aqui, então vamos aos fatos. lawrence passou dos 40, certo, seu libido tá começando a baixar né, acho que do segundo round ele não passa.
ele já trabalha igual um condenado, tem uma família pra cuidar e os pacientes dele também... ele fica cansado o bixinho, não passa mais do segundo porém quando mais jovem ia a noite toda, direto, sem pausas.
T = Toys ( usam brinquedos? tem alguns? ect )
lawrence não me parece um homem que tem brinquedos ou gosta deles, não tem nada contra, por outro lado. tipo, se você tiver dois ou dez caixas ele não vai dar a mínima, não vai usar em você quando estiverem juntos no começo mas depois se rende a curiosidade e pode usar em você até, mas nele mesmo não. de forma alguma.
U = Unfair ( quão provocante isso pode ficar )
lawrence é um soft dom se você apertar seus olhos e crer no fundo do seu coração, então ele iria provocar bastante sim. só que a provocação dele iria além de negar orgasmos, ele iria tirar suas roupas e puxar seus mamilos com os dedos, te fazendo acreditar que em breve ele iria foder você como nunca antes. deixaria chupões no seu pescoço e iria esfregar seu clitóris de vez em quando, só pra se afastar e mandar você vestir suas roupas.
ele gosta de ver você frustada e implorando pra que ele continue o que já começou, se você implorar direitinho ele até pode ceder, te dobrar na mesa do escritório dele e foder com os seus miolos porém na maioria das vezes ele vai te dar um sorriso maldoso e novamente mandar você se vestir. um completo filho do puta.
V = Volume ( gemidos barulhentos ou grunhidos quase inaudíveis? )
consideravelmente alto, não chega a ser extremamente escandaloso mas se o lugar for silencioso o suficiente seus gemidos ficaram claros como luz do dia. ele tem a voz grave porém seus gemidos são um pouco mais macios que sua voz habitual e fanhos, arranhando a garganta. é super atraente, dá um toque de carência nas carícias dele. lawrence gosta de gemer no seu ouvido pra você o ouvir perfeitamente, ele também costuma sussurrar coisas muito sujas e nessa hora seu tom cai algumas oitavas. "você está desesperada pra ter um filho meu, não é? ", ou então coisas como "se você age como uma vadia sedenta por porra então eu vou te tratar como uma. "
e menção honrosa pra mais um quot onde ele está falando com você durante um boquete: "engole tudo, minha garotinha, eu sei que você aguenta meu pau todinho dentro dessa garganta. não precisa se preocupar com a saliva, não me importo de você se engasgar no meu pau. " saí um pouco do tópico nesse final mas eu precisava e eu sei que ninguém vai me julgar por isso.
W = Wild card ( um headcanon aleatório, cartão livre pra criatividade )
eu sei que já falei sobre a dirty talk do lawrence umas setecentas vezes aqui – inclusive na última categoria que não tinha nada haver – porém eu vou ter que usar esse wild card pra mais menções honrosas ao jeito sujo que esse homem fala:
"essa sua buceta é tão apertadinha... parece até que você é virgem, eu desconfiaria se já não tivesse te comido tantas vezes. "
"tão nova e tão safada - o que deu em você hoje, hein? tá desesperada pelo meu pau batendo na sua cara? quer mais leitinho quente? "
"como você consegue se rebaixar a esse nível? sendo tão submissa por mim; eu teria vergonha se fosse você. mas você não sente vergonha. não é?! "
"se eu soubesse que um dia eu encontraria uma mulher como você então não teria me casado. "
"eu preciso tanto da sua boquinha no meu pau agora. se ajoelha e mama um pouquinho, vai. [...] relaxa! ninguém vai nos ouvir, só se preocupa em me fazer gozar agora. "
X = X-ray ( basicamente como é o formato, tamanho, espessura e afins )
médio porém compensa muito na largura, tô falando sério. algo entre 10 ou 12 quando tiver mole e 14 até 16 quando estiver completamente duro. um pau meio estranho se você for olhar atentamente, branquelo e cheio de veias, a cabecinha meio achatada e só uns três tons de diferença do restante da pau dele, perfeitamente reto por conta do tamanho mas a largura seria surpreendente.
você tem sorte desse homem ser um rei no dedilhado e te preparar todas as vezes antes de vocês forem transar porquê meter esse pau grosso pra dentro a seco é de rasgar qualquer uma.
Y = Yearning ( quão alto pode ser seu desejo sexual? )
alto pra caralhoo, ele pode não durar mais como antigamente só que seu desejo sexual não mudou nada ainda. sente tesão com bastante frequência mas como eu já disse lawrence é um provocador que nega sexo, então eu diria que ele transa com você umas 4 - 5 vezes na semana, ele gostaria que fossem mais. se ele estiver tendo um dia realmente bom então pode rolar mais de uma vez, tipo de manhã cedo quando acordam, no final de tarde e antes de dormir também.
Z = Zzz ( quão rápido caem no sono? )
extremamente rápido. ele confere se está tudo bem com você e imediatamente vai dormir. lawrence gosta de dormir de conchinhas porém se recusa a ser a conchinha menor todas as vezes, se bem que na maioria das vezes vocês iriam parecer dois camarões grudados porquê ele se curva muito, como se estivesse com frio, seria até fofo.
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dangerous fellows x reader
where all the guys react to their s/o getting bitten? 👀
coming soon
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hello! what kind of reactions do you think the btd characters might have to a normally very serious and aloof mc suddenly breaking down and becoming clingy and needy? btw i loooooooove the way you characterize strade 💗💗💗💗💗
thank you! i love writing him so i'm glad others love it too :3
ren 🦊
i, ah- 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 !!!!!!!!
of course ren would love it. of course he would!
he was so nervous about you being so aloof and distant the first couple of weeks, after all...maybe he wondered if all of this was even worth it :(
but the second you started acting clingy and needy around him, he would go fucking INSANE he would be so so happy
granted he might be a little "🤨" at first, wondering if you were trying to manipulate him. so he'd for sure give it a day or two just to be sure
maybe he'd expect you to prove just how much you need him...maybe a couple of nights in the basement by yourself would do you good, anyway...
but then he wouldn't be able to stop himself from getting just as clingy and needy with you too, so you're just a couple of codependent loved up sweethearts aw!
i'm sure nothing bad will happen there!
law 🥀
i mean law kind of is the aloof and distant one so...they would probably think the attitude change is a little strange
like, why are you behaving this way now? you've been fine for days, you shouldn't be behaving like this...i have to go to work, let go of me...settle down...
they'd take a couple of days to get used to it, for sure, and might even be a little annoyed and short with you in the meantime
but slowly...slowly...
they'd like the way you cling so tightly to them when you slept, and how much you'd grown accustomed to sitting around in their flat all day while they were out without a word of complaint
you get so happy and excited when they come home too...it's a lot easier to read your emotions when you're like this and they can't deny it's kind of nice to have someone so happy to come home to
and the fact that you're so needy, you let them get away with a lot more...gone for days at a time, that's okay, just come home to me, please! leaving behind a couple of bruises when you have sex, that's okay, you didn't mean it!
maybe they'd want to make you even needier...dependent, almost
strade 🔨
girl. come on.
why are you giving this man any degree of leverage over you
you just KNOW he is going to do the worst possible thing with this
he'd expect you to prove just how needy you really are, and how much you really wanted him. i mean, you go from being aloof and bitchy to totally desperate in an instant, how could he NOT want some kind of proof that it's genuine?
and then he'd find it absolutely hilarious.
you're still so needy after everything i do to you, really? haha, how cute! i really thought you'd be smarter than that <3
he'd definitely soak in it for a little while and just. totally let his ego swim in how much you need him
it's hard for a guy to resist someone being dependent on them...or at least that's what he tells himself
he would then start to use it against you, just to see you get all worked up and upset...and easier to play with
you let him get away with so much, after all, how far can he push that until you're doing everything you can to get away from him?
and he loves pushing you as hard as he can, after all
he's never been that good at resisting you...
#ren hana#ren btd#ren x mc#ren x reader#lawrence oleander#lawrence btd#lawrence x reader#lawrence x mc#strade btd#strade x reader#strade x mc#headcanons#qs
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#art#i love him#the best boys#jacob alden#lurking for love#btd#btd2#btd2 fanart#btd lawrence#btd2 lawrence#hannibal#hannibal lecter#digital art#artists on tumblr#lawrence x reader#lawrence oleander#lawrence#hannibal x you#hannibal x male reader#hannibal x reader
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Lawrence x Reader (Dangerous Fellows fluff)
Beginning Notes;
sfw (as in non-sexual), murder, blood, GN Reader, yandere behavior, Reader doesn't mind the yan behavior that much (compared to the canon mc)
this fic will contain spoilers for the otome game Dangerous Fellows by Storytaco. inc!!! if you've never played it- this is your sign too! especially since the most recent update makes grinding for currency much easier!
this is also an indirect sequel to my first Lawrence x Reader fic!!
It was supposed to be another normal supply run. Another normal scavenge. But you had a run in with a crazed man who was convinced you were one of the undead. He would have killed you if it wasn't for Lawrence. Just when you had accepted your fate, Lawrence swooped in like a guardian angel and bludgeoned the man to death before he could hurt you. The others who came with you were mortified at his actions- but you...you were grateful.
The walk back to the school was a tense and quiet one. Especially with Lawrence still covered in the blood of the man he killed. Once you all made it back to the place you call "home", he asked you to stay with him a moment after the others went back to their rooms. It was just the two of you in the meeting room...
"Are you sure you're okay? You're not hurt at all?"
Lawrence questioned, voice laced with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Really."
You flash him a reassuring smile. He smiles back, but it's clearly forced unlike his usual warm, alluring smile.
"I think the others are upset at you though... You should go and clear things up with them."
Lawrence's brow furrowed- looking almost offended at the mention of the others
"No. They just don't understand. I did what I had to do to protect you."
His voice was stern and serious. He looked terrifying with that expression whilst covered in blood. You sighed before walking closer towards him to wipe some of the blood off his face with your sleeve. He flinched slightly at your touch, but quickly relaxed.
"You should really clean up..."
You mumbled as you rubbed his cheek. Lawrence closed his eyes, blissfully enjoying the care you're giving him.
"I'm happy you're safe. That I protected you. I was scared."
"Scared?"
He opens his eyes and looks deep into yours.
"Yes, scared. I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you..."
You pull away a bit, searching his face for answers.
"You're very important to me. It's because of you that I've managed to survive this long."
You awkwardly laugh, not really sure how to respond to that. Surely he doesn't really mean that? He's only known you for a few weeks... right?
Suddenly, Lawrence grabs your wrist and squeezes it tightly.
"Stay with me, okay? I'll protect you and take care of you. I can give you anything you'd ever want as long as you promise that."
He looks at you like his life depends on your answer. Like what you say could make or break his world.
"I'll stay with you. I promise."
You respond, albeit hesitantly. Lawrence smiles brightly and yanks you towards him, enveloping you in a hug. It's a sudden gesture, but not an entirely unwelcomed one. You just wish the putrid smell of blood wasn't invading your nostrils.
"Thank you... thank you..."
He mumbled with gratitude as he gently rubbed your back.
"You should really change into something else... you're soaked in blood"
Lawrence just holds you tighter and burrows his face into the crook of your neck as if to say "let me hold you a little longer" . He mutters something, just barely audible.
"I think it's time..."
"Time? For what?"
You feel his lips curve into a smile against your neck.
"You'll see. It's a surprise I've been preparing for you. I've been working on it for a really long time~"
Lawrence's vagueness sends you a little on-edge. Surprises aren't usually a good thing in a world like this. But it could be something totally pleasant! Maybe a bracelet he made just for you, or those cookies he promised on the first day you patrolled together. Either way, your excitement outweighed your anxiety.
Lawrence finally pulled away from the hug and ruffled your hair a bit, smiling brightly. You look down at yourself and notice you're covered in blood too now.
"Ahahaha! Sorry, I didn't mean to get you dirty too!"
Lawrence laughed loudly- as if it was dirt or water that was all over you.
"It's fine. I'm due for a wardrobe change anyway-"
"Stay like that, just a little longer, okay? I'll get you clean clothes after the surprise."
He looked you up and down as if proud of the mess he's gotten onto you.
"You should go to your room and get some rest. I have a few more preparations to make before your surprise is ready."
Before you can respond, he gently grabs your arm and chauffeurs you out of the meeting room. He walks you to your room with a cheery aura that's become quite rare nowadays.
After he dropped you off at your door, you couldn't help but feel a pit of worry in your stomach as he left. "It's probably nothing" you told yourself, flopping onto your mattress. It wasn't very comfortable, but it was better than the floor. Your eyelids felt a little heavy- unsurprising after all the action you've had today. Before you knew it, you were asleep.
You didn't dream, you usually don't, but you felt a soft touch against your cheek that woke you up. Lawrence was crouched down beside you, caressing your cheek with his signature smile. Your heart felt warm and fluttery at the attention. You blinked a few times, confused if this was a dream or if he really was here.
"Everything's ready. Come with me."
He whispered, tucking your hair behind your ear. You begrudgingly sit yourself up and stretch.
"Mhh.... Couldn't you have waited until tomorrow to show me?"
Lawrence shook his head, smiling growing a little wider.
"No. I couldn't wait. I was too excited."
Lawrence helps you to your feet, gently holding your hands. He keeps his grasp on you as he guides you out of the room and into a familiar hallway. You've been here before- it was the way to the school basement. Lawrence told you and the others not to come down there- that it wasn't safe.
"Lawrence? What are-"
Suddenly, a thundering noise rings throughout the school. Lawrence pulls you close as you jump in fright.
"Lawrence?!? The school bell- it's gonna attract the zombies!! We need to get the other-"
"Shh... I'll keep you safe... and you'll stay here with me... you promised..."
"But the oth-"
"Don't worry about them. They're dead meat. I lead a few zombies towards the bedrooms."
You look up at him, completely baffled.
"What? You... lead zombies here?!"
Lawrence pulls you closer instead of answering. He gently runs his fingers through your hair as he rests his chin on your head. You begin to hear shrieks and screams from upstairs.
"Ahahaha... I finally have you all to myself. No more distractions. No more pests. It's just me and you now. The way it was supposed to be."
"Lawrence? Please... just tell me what's going on.... this isn't happening... this isn't real..."
You begin to feel tears welling up in your eyes as you tell yourself "this isn't real. this is a bad dream!"
"I have a confession to make..."
Lawrence begins as you tremble in his arms.
"I really like you. Alot. In fact, I love you. I want you to be happy. So please, stop crying. What'll make you feel better? Snacks? Clean clothes? Or maybe you want a kiss?"
You can't believe what you're hearing. You can't believe any of this.
"Oh, I think I understand! You're a little overwhelmed, aren't you? It'll be okay, I promise. I'll keep you safe. From the zombies, from other people, even from yourself. You don't have to worry about anything anymore!"
Lawrence brushes your hair out of your face and plants a soft kiss on your forehead. You try to speak - to say anything - but the words don't come out.
"I should go turn off the bell now. I really don't want to leave you though... I'm worried you'll try and leave me..."
"I-I won't... I'll stay.... p-please... don't hurt me..."
Lawrence scoffs.
"Hurt you? You think I want to hurt you? I'd rather die than hurt you. I told you I'll keep you safe."
He wipes a tear from your cheek and cusps the side of your face, looking deeply into your eyes with adoration. He leans in for a kiss but you can't bring yourself to pull back. His lips brush up against yours in a soothing manor. It's... nicer than you expected. Maybe it's because you've always had a bit of a crush on Lawrence? You should be happy, right? He feels the same....
"Ah... wow..."
He gazes at you lovingly before moving in for another. Your body begins to relax a bit, and your mind too, almost forgetting that he led a horde of zombies into the school to kill your friends. Maybe it's better if you forget? After all, he's absolutely perfect otherwise. Handsome, strong, smart, reliable, kind. He'll take good care of you if you let him. Before you know it, your trembling has stopped and your confiding in his embrace.
"I'm going to go deal with the bell now. I'll be back soon, I promise. I prepared a nice room for you- go rest up, okay?"
He spoke softly and affectionately, his love for you genuine and bountiful.
"O...okay"
Lawrence hesitantly lets you go and places a hand on your back, guiding you deeper into the basement. He stops at one of the doors and pulls out a key to unlock it. Behind the door is a neatly-kept makeshift bedroom. It has a real bed with cozy covers, cabinets and bookshelves, even a closet full of clothes.
"I hope you like it. It took a while to scavenge all this up. Originally, I was going to make this our bedroom, but I don't want you to feel overwhelmed. We can take things slow if, you want."
You step into the room and slowly spin around, taking in every detail. You look back at Lawrence, smiling. You're... smiling? And he's smiling back.
"I'll be back soon. Make yourself comfortable, my love."
You slowly nod as he closes the door. He locks it as well, but you don't mind. It's for your own safety, right? This is all for your safety...
Ending Notes;
woo hoo I'm finally done!!! I plan on making the next Lawrence fic a part of this timeline as well... so I guess it's a series? The next part is gonna be smut since that's what you freaks voted on!! (I was hoping it'd be the winner)
I hope I added enough warnings at the beginning... this is my first time writing a public yandere fic. And tbh I'm very proud of my work! This fic turned out super good! I can't believe that's what happens when you put time and effort into things!!!
I'll try and get the next part out soon for the rest of the Lawrence Lover Legion™ 😘
Thanks for reading!!! (。・ω・。)ノ♡
#tw yandere#yandere#dangerous fellows lawrence#dangerous fellows#lawrence df#df#dangerous fellows fanfiction#lawrence x reader#yandere x reader#otome game#otome#fluff
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It Burns For You
𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ
𝕎𝕒𝕣���𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ!
ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ
Coriolanus is 12 when he sees you for the first time. Your red uniform is pressed perfectly and your school bag looks brand new. Your lunch consisted of a hearty-looking sandwich with roast beef and lettuce and a container of fresh fruit that had his mouth-watering.
"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." Your voice fills his ears
A delicate-looking hand is holding a juicy-looking strawberry in front of him. He reaches for it and it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to shove it in his mouth. Instead, he takes a small bite and thanks you for sharing.
"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask
He doesn't. The school had said they would start supplying the students with lunches soon but how soon? Coriolanus had already been attending for a number of years and still nothing.
"I already ate it." He lied
"You're still hungry though. You can have the rest." You say with a smile as you push your fruit bowl to him.
"Is it your first day?" He asks
"Yes, my mother thought that my governess wasn't doing a good job so she had my father enroll me here. I miss being at home with my new kitten though. She has long white hair and she is the cutest thing in the whole world." You said
Coriolanus can't believe that you had your own governess, let alone a pet to call your own. He later learns from Arachne that your father became incredibly rich by manufacturing weaponry for the Capitol. Despite your inherent wealth, you've never flashed it around him.
You and Coriolanus are 15 when you discover all the lies he tells at school about his family. He had left his uniform jacket behind on his chair and you got his home address from Sejanus, meaning to give it back so he'd have it for tomorrow. Instead, you had discovered the Snow's decrepit-looking building and barely functioning penthouse. Coriolanus' heart nearly stops when he emerges from his room to see you and his Grandma'am sitting together as she compliments your shoes.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, ready for your judgment and teasing words
"I wanted to return your jacket, Coryo. You'll need it for tomorrow."
The red of the jacket in your arms matches his face as he ushers you to the door, trying to hide the fact that Tigris was preparing cabbage in the kitchen that would undoubtedly stink the entire place up with the scent of the Snow's poverty.
"Stop rushing me, your cousin invited me to stay for dinner." You say trying to stop the way he is leading you to the door.
"You don't want what she is making. Tigris is a terrible cook." He said
Tigris lets out a shout of disagreement from the stove and Coriolanus ignores it.
"How about, I go out and get something to add to the meal Tigris is cooking, and by the time I get back you change your attitude about me staying for dinner Coryo. "
And with that, you walk out the door and slam it in his face. He's rather stunned at your declaration but knows you're serious. He rushes around their home, trying to clean up what he can while Tigris laughs at his frantic motions. Then, just as he was debating whether or not he wanted to change out of his uniform, you return from your short trip to the closest market.
"I wasn't sure what Tigris is cooking so I got a couple of things." You say placing the bags on the table.
Coriolanus is sure you spent a fortune on what is in these bags. Fresh bread accompanied by a sickly sweet fruit spread and a block of butter sits in one while the other holds something else in a brown box. You take your seat next to him at the ugly little table he has eaten too many meals at and cut a piece of the bread for Grandma'am. He is worried when Tigris starts portioning out the cabbage she cooked on the stove. Coriolanus watches your expression as you take a bite but nothing that he expected happens. You don't knit your brows in disgust or get up to leave and take your fresh bread and mysterious box with you. Instead, you go back for a second bite and compliment what Tigris has done with the food.
He sits stiffly next to you and can barely accept the slice of bread you offer him. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and Tigris reaches across the table and pinches his shoulder.
"Stop sitting like that, Coryo!" She scolds
"Like what?" He asks,aware that Tigris meant how oddly straight his back was.
"You're making her uncomfortable. You've been friends with her for years she isn't worried about what our home looks like." Tigris says
"She might not be but what happens when she goes to school tomorrow and talks?" He asks
He shuts up when he hears the sound of the bathroom door opening again.
"That was lovely Tigris. I've never had anything like it, I'll have to invite you all to my own home for dinner sometime. Our cook makes these pastries that are simply wonderful. They even get sold at local markets, which leads to this..."
His eyes widen when you finally unveil what was hiding in that second bag. A dozen expensive looking deserts sit in the brown box you brought, each one decorated differently.
"I hope I picked something everyone would like. I know Coryo mentioned that Grandma'am liked chocolate so I picked this one just for her."
Coriolanus feels a wide smile stretch across his face as you pass out your little desserts. His worries about you gossiping to their peers fade from view as he bites into what he thinks is a croissant. You laugh at his reaction and toss a napkin at his face which is most likely covered in the gooey fruit filling that was in his pastry.
He walks you back to your home that night and thanks you for making his night. He can't remember the last time Grandma'am had smiled from eating chocolate. You accept his thanks and gently tell him that he shouldn't be ashamed about his financial situation. He never gets to disagree with you though because a soft kiss is pressed to his lips followed by a rushed,
"Goodnight, Coryo! Thanks for the cabbage!"
He walks back to his own home with a jump in his step. Thoughts of you consume him as he smiles to himself, proud his first kiss was shared with you. He feels his heart burn with something that felt like it was going to come up and out his mouth as he finally made it back to his room, you officially had him wrapped around your finger.
Your room is flooded with sunlight the first time Coriolanus sees it. A soft, silky-looking bed spread sits atop one of the biggest beds he has seen as you beckon to your cat, Maisy to come and say hello to him. He looks at the oversized wooden dresser that sits against one wall. He sees the photograph of him and you that was taken a few weeks ago at your 17th birthday party nestled among little knickknacks. Books Coriolanus has never even heard of line your shelves as he you place a record on the player that sits on your desk. Soft sounds of a piano and the words from an unnamed singer fill your gorgeous room as he turns to you.
"Do you want to dance?" He finds himself asking
You accept and he leads you or well tries to. You're rather stiff and it turns out dancing is harder than it looks because he isn't any good at it either. You laugh as he trips over his feet and end up falling with him, landing on the ground entangled in each other. Your fingers brush his curls from his eyes as his nose brushes yours.
"What're you doing?" You ask quietly
"Nothing." He responds, his eyes flicking to your lips.
The moment his lips touch yours, a tingle shoots down his spine. This is a real kiss, not what you gave him when you were both 15. He cups your face and your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens it. He felt his head spin as you moved against him, almost as if you wanted him to swallow you whole right here on your bedroom floor. A giddy feeling swelled in his chest when he pulled away for air.
"Coryo...what was that?" You ask
"I thought you'd know by now. That was a kiss, darling." He laughed brushing his thumb across your lip
"I know that...but why'd you give me one?" You ask
"Don't you know?" He smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips "My heart, it burns for you, it always has."
Part 2 is out now!
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#the hunger games#fanfic#coriolanus snow#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#katniss everdeen#mockingjay#peeta mellark#the ballad of songbirds and snakes#lucy gray baird#tom blyth#rachel zegler#jennifer lawrence#coriolanus snow fluff#coriolanus x you#sejanus plinth#tbosas#thg#young coriolanus snow#coriolanus snow smut
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beset fixation (nsfw!)
trafalgar law x gn!strawhat!reader cw: smut, possessive law, law struggles w/ feelings, soft law, piv sex, implied situationship, emotional law an: so in my head this takes place in wano, and is kind of a heat of the moment emotional type thing. in my head law's stupid slutty kimono is draped around his shoulders btw hehe tagging: @bby-deerling @kaizokuniichan @themushroomofdeath @risenwrites
Law is obsessed with you.
It eats at him, gnaws into his flesh like sharpened teeth. He feels childish, as if being played for a fool - but the fact of the matter is that you’ve clawed your way into his head. Law finds himself aching with an inexplicable pain that he cannot seem to mend on his own, one that snaps any strands of rationality in two and has him second, third, and fourth guessing his own words.
You’re a Strawhat. After this business is done and accounted for and the alliance ends, you’ll be enemies once again.
Yet Law can’t escape the deep-seated, profound, and frankly infuriating way you linger around in his mind. His inner thoughts speak in your voice, perfectly mimicking every single subtle nuance and tonal shift of the words you’ve spoken to him prior. He longs for your presence, even if he cannot reason with why. The only thing that Law has gleaned is that you are the root problem of it all - and he needs to let you go for his own sake.
Then why now does he have you upon hands and knees, back arched perfectly and covered in sweat while he buries himself as deep inside of you as he can?
Lithe fingers cup at your hips to keep you in place, tips digging into the pliant flesh with enough force to bruise twice over. Law’s pace is ruthless, pouring every single one of his feelings into you with every harsh thrust of his hips - and you still just don’t get it. Are you truly this oblivious to his behavior? How he craves the taste of your skin or the touch of your hands? He all but froths at the mouth when you’re with one of your crewmates, jaw clenching and fists balling at the thought of you leaving with them - leaving him behind.
Law grits his teeth in frustration, and takes it out with a rough smack to your ass. Your cry of ecstasy doesn’t go unnoticed, and his hold on you tightens further when your walls flutter against his cock. He can feel himself start to crumble, and with each salaciously delicious sound you spew he borders further and further off the edge of reality.
What’s stopping him from keeping you, really?
He could have you whenever he wanted – your touch and body available at the drop of a coin. Nevermore would he need to feel the crushing burden of your absence, to mend the seams of woe that have frayed into his nerves. Try as he might to fight it, this burning desire is kindled when you're with him.
And now, with you at his mercy beneath him, all thoughts feel like lies. Law feels his will breaking, and for a moment he casts logic aside. The smiles, the laughter, the vivid conversations you've shared – he wants them all to himself. It's selfish,and yet it can't be helped.
Law's thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your voice. Pleas of finality reach his ears – soft, shaky cries of delirium emanating from your tongue. He knows what you want, and he isn’t about to give you what you want. Not yet.
He slips out of you then, giving you a much needed but very much unwanted moment of reprieve that's cut short before you can even turn your head up toward him in question. Law shifts his hold on your hips and flips you onto your back, hands curling against the undersides of your knees and pressing them toward your chest. Just as he’s realigning himself with you he pauses, unable to stop himself from raising his gaze to yours.
Law inhales sharply and can feel his gaze soften as he looks into your eyes. And in another bout of weakness does his heart leap, a warmth spreading within him that feels so unfamiliar but not unwelcome. He leans forward over your body to quickly capture your lips to his, simultaneously sheathing himself back within you. He swallows both the gasp from your throat as well as his own guilt, indulging himself in the wistful tangle of emotions and limbs that is this moment.
Your tongue eagerly twists into his, your arms coming to cross around his shoulders as if desperate to get as close to him as you can. Law obliges you, wrapping his own arms around your lower back and squeezing you to his chest – though he longs to melt into you entirely. He’s slower now, the rock of his hips beginning to move with more purpose and with an undeniable sense of not-so-hidden sentiment.
It feels like his sense of self has vanished, and in its place stands someone he doesn’t know. As if the sums of his of attempts at reason had subtracted tenfold. His kiss doesn’t end - save for seconds of breath - slotting your lips together in a long sermon of implicit confessions that are long overdue.
The feeling overtakes him, and soon enough he’s muttering nonsense into your ear about how he needs you and how you make him feel. Telling you all the ways he craves your entire being, how much you’ve changed the way he thinks. It's more than he’s said to anyone at once before, and he doesn’t know – doesn’t care – where it’s coming from.
You reciprocate. It shocks him – the words falling from your tongue should sound foreign, but they don’t. They’re real and they’re raw and they bring Law a comfort he shouldn’t crave.
But he does, he craves it like no other. And hearing your revelation solidifies it.
Law isn’t leaving this country without you by his side.
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First Encounter
|Summary: Your first encounter with Armando; based off of that one scene from bad boys ride or die. | Warnings: Getting shot at/slight suggestive language/Curse words/Slight Movie Spoilers | Trope: One sided interest or Enemies to Lovers| Notes: Hopefully you guys enjoy it's my first-time writing a x reader. | (Y/N/N=Your Nickname)
Here's all the parts I have so far: 1 2 3 4 5 6
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After seeing the news about your dad, Uncle Mike, and some guy, you decided to leave work early. Confused on why there all the sudden wanted fugitives,you quickly drive over to Dorns place knowing that he’ll have answers.
Parking your car, you grab your purse and make your way towards his lake house. Since you hang out with him and Kelly 24/7 outside of work, you just walk in without knocking. Which was a mistake on your end because not even a second later you’re being shot at, and you could hear a few people yell in shock. Dropping to the floor you curse and yell "It's me stop fucking shooting it’s me Y/N!” Looking up you see Kelly pointing the gun at the place you were just standing at with a shock expression. “Girl what the hell you got going on” you said, scared to stand up. Lowering her gun she said “OMG, Y/N, I’m so so—” Before she could finish you hear “Oh lord, you shooting at my baby!", recognizing the voice you look around to spot your father Marcus, running towards you with a worried look.
As he’s checking over you, you hear him sigh with relief after seeing you were fine. " Dad? what the fuck is going on!", standing up you dust off your nurse uniform, with a confused expression.
Looking around the room you noticed shocked expressions from Dorn and Kelly who had put her gun down. Spotting Uncle Mike and the man that was with him on the news your eyes squint even more, Tryna put two to two together. “Y/N/N, aren’t you supposed to be at work, "Marcus says confused on why his daughter was there. Still shaking up from being shot at you say, “I was at work but when I was making my rounds with my patients, I seen you guys on the news ......but shit! I should be asking the questions! why are you, Uncle Mike and this dude, wanted fugitives …. matter of fact," turning towards the man, "Who are you?”. Seeing the man smirk he says," Someone you can get well acquainted with.” Just as you’re about to say something smart, your dad cuts in dramatically "Aye hell nah man! No hitting on my daughter, Mike get your son!”
Shocked you run your eyes over the Latino man which you can now see have some of Mike's features, “Uncle Mike since when you have a son, and why the hell is he dressed up like a redneck.” Running your eyes frantically over their forms you back up while pointing your hands at them and say, “matter of fact why are you all dress up like that.” Feeling your dad pull you aside to calm you down, he explains everything that happened these past few days. After getting the run down on what was going on, you rub at your eyes with a stressed sigh." So that’s Armando," you said shaking your head "I would’ve pulled my gun out as well if I’ve seen him, dad didn’t he almost kill you and Uncle Mike!", you said feeling frustrated about the situation. “Y/n,I know this is awkward, but he has evidence to prove that Captain Conrad is innocent.” Sighing again “Okay, fine but if he tries some shit just know Imma make him taste the rainbow.” Hearing laughter you look back to see the Latino leaning against the kitchen counter looking at you with a smirk on his face. Seeing your father look at you with a don’t do it expression made you huff and ignore Armando’s laughter. Before you could move to grab your purse off the floor your dad stops you again and whispered, "How long Kelly and Dorn been messing around, "letting out a short laugh you say, “For a minute now” Seeing your father smirk, and send a look to Mike, you knew they were up to no good but chose to ignore it.
Walking to the door to grab your purse and its spilled contents you feel eyes on you, gazing up you see Armando watching you with an unreadable expression. Rolling your eyes you pick up the rest of your stuff, but as you reach for your lip gloss, a hand grabs it. Looking up your face to face with the Latino himself, annoyed you extend your hand out, while raising an eyebrow. Watching his amused expression, you sigh and roll your eyes.
“Boy if you don’t give me my stuff,Imma punch you in the throat." Hearing him chuckle made you more agitated, but you kept your cool. As he holds out the gloss to you with a smirk you huff and reach out to snatch it, only for him to pull it back in a teasing manner.
Looking at him as if he’s grown two heads, you’re about to cuss him out when he says”Demasiado bonita para una boca como esa”. Furrowing your eyebrows you say “What?” Armando’s smirk widens as he says, “I said to pretty for a mouth like that.” Scoffing you snatch your lip gloss out his hands, putting it in your purse as you stand up and say, “First of all, my mouth is only like this because you almost killed my dad not too long ago, and secondly I can say whatever the fuck I want cause last I checked imma grown women.” Watching his eyes glance down at your body, you hear a low whistle, "You sure are, but if you ever wanna fix that mouth of yours, "he pauses allowing his pretty brown eyes to trail back up to yours,”aquí estaré mami” (I’ll be here mommy)
Shocked slightly at his boldness, you say “Boy if you don’t get out of m---,” but before you could finish, he was called over by Mike. At first Armando ignores him and continues to admire you until your dad says, “Boy get your ass over here," which made you break eye contact with him and look away.
Glancing back up you couldn't help but admire his physique as well but as he reaches the others by the computer set up. He glances back to see you staring which resulted in him sending you a wink. Rolling your eyes you turn away with a smirk," You your daddy son for sure," you say to yourself with a smile.
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Notes: Let me know if you guys want a part 2 :) and pls go see the movie it's so good
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