#btd2 x reader

[kanasbinwriting]

I saw your requests are open, I was wondering if you could do Lawrence x reader with a reader who has depression and dissociates/mentally withdraws when stressed? I feel like he would find that appealing.

LAWRENCE X DEPRESSED READER

Thank you so much for your request!!! I'm so sorry that you had to wait so long and I hope I did an okay job

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"How. . . beautiful"

You sat on the edge of his bed and you could feel him stare at you from across the room. The air in the room felt frigid on your skin. The room would've been covered in darkness if it weren't for the moon and the streetlights outside.

Every breath felt heavy, feeling too fatigued to do anything but stare at nothing in particular. You felt as if something is holding back your tears, as though a weight is pressing on your chest, choking you, allowing nothing out but a breath.

Lawrence felt his cheeks flush as he continued to watch you. He couldn't get enough of moments like these. Just watching you, your more "authentic" self.

Even when he approached you, you kept your attention on something that is not him. Even when he kneeled before you to take a closer look at your face, you never looked at him; your attention was solely on something else. He beamed up at you, a mix of tenderness and allure glowing in his eyes as he held his hand to his chest, slightly gripping his shirt as his breathing got heavier.

"Truly. . . immaculate"

Lawrence whispered praises that went right through you as if you couldn't hear him. Touching you felt almost sacred, as if he had no right to intrude upon the depths of your thoughts. His hand felt gentle on your cheek, but you gave no reaction whatsoever. He traced the scars he gave you on your arm just a few minutes ago letting out a shaky breath as he did.The knife he had used layd discarded on the floor, long forgotten. Lawrence smeared the blood along your arm until it was almost completely covered. He lowered his hand to his lips, tasting your blood as he let out a soft groan. His smile grew softer as he continued to absorb you. He couldn't help but wish for this moment to never end, however, he knew that it would soon fade. But that didn't matter; he could always bring you back into this state whenever he pleased. He never would've thought that someone alive could give him such pleasure as this. He leaned closer to your face, making you feel his breath on your face. His scent lingered around you, wrapping you in a haze that felt both familiar and distant.Yet, even with the warmth of his presence so close, your gaze remained hollow, fixed on something far beyond the room. His eyelids fell heavy as he took a deep breath, taking in your scent.

"You are. . . enticing"

He whispered against your ear as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you closely as he took in your scent once more. You felt a shiver run down your spine when he nuzzled against your shoulder with a hazy smile.

It felt as if your body was an empty shell with no soul and he couldn't get enough of it.

[puppycassie]

Headcanons for Jacob Alden with a breeding kink? 🥴🥴

♡ absolutely !!

! 18+ , nsfw content, lurking for love is an 18+ game <3 ! 🩷🍰

some of my headcanons for jacob with a breeding kink ♡

♡ he's a yandere, of course the idea of filling you with his seed is more than enticing to him

♡ he definitely tracks your cycle so that he knows when you're ovulating

♡ "not gonna chase after anyone else with my baby inside of ya, darlin'"

♡ uses his fingers to push his cum deeper inside of you

♡ LOVES mating press

♡ likes to pull out to watch his cum drip out of you before fucking it back in

♡ "you're gonna look so perfect when you swell up for me"

♡ makes you ask for it "what is it, sweetheart? want me to make you a mommy/daddy?"

♡ just loves the idea of claiming you, marking your insides with his loads

♡ makes you go multiple rounds, cumming inside of you again and again until you physically can't take it. telling you "shh shh darlin', gotta make sure I knock you up"

♡ praises your features, telling you he hopes that the babies he's gonna make you carry inherit them

♡ can't wait to take pictures of your pregnant body

♡ once he has said pictures, he frequently masturbates to them, even when you're not pregnant anymore

♡ the idea of his beloved's breasts swelling with milk drives him crazy, covers your tits with kisses as he reminds you of what's going to happen to them

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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡

[denimizu]

His cold ass hands won't stop him from being my babygirl 🏃‍♂️

[vetitiscripta]

Can you do sfw and nsfw headcanons for btd 2 ren? I love him so much he’s my underrated short king🦊

btd2 ren my beloved. ask and you shall receive anon (i might add more to this later but this is what i have for now)

sfw

this man is the clingiest motherfucker ever. in the beginning, you can't walk from room to room without ren being on your heels. it was a new experience for him and he wanted to know all about you! now, though, his clinginess comes in the form of holding you too tightly when laying with you, tracing his name onto your skin with his finger, and telling you how much he loves you about 20 times a day. it's suffocating to be honest, but you would rather ren be clingy than be mad

speaking of mad, he doesn't get mad at you often. you've learned well enough in your time with him that making him mad was not a fun thing to do. ren may be small but he knows how to fight or to at least knock you down enough to remind you who’s really in charge. but there's not really a need for that nowadays since you are so well behaved! he makes comments all the time of you two being the ideal relationship (you find yourself agreeing with him sometimes. maybe he's not so bad after all)

loves taking baths with you. it's probably the thing he looks forward to the most. there's just something so intimate about it that he loves so much. maybe it's the scented soaps and shampoos going to his head or the heat of the water. maybe its the way you fit so nicely against him and he gets to hold you close (there's not enough room, don't look at him like that!). sometimes he can convince you to let him wash your hair and the way you look at him as he's running his fingers through your hair is enough to make him die from happiness

50/50 on being the big spoon or little spoon. there are days where he wants nothing more than to hold you, face buried in your neck as his tail lays over you like a blanket. but there are also days where he wants to be held himself. those tend to be the days where everything floods back to him, the memories of when he was in your shoes. sometimes he just needs a reminder that he's okay now, that he's better now ("better")

he likes to win your affection with little things here and there. small things he picks up for you while out, letting you choose what anime to watch that night, but his go to is to cook for you. we can't deny that ren is an amazing cook and he knows it. you cook as well, but ren tends to cook most nights. he likes cooking and he loves it when you help him. but if he's trying to woo you (or to maybe erase some anger you feel towards him) he'll whip up your favorite meal and maybe even light a few candles

JEALOUS OF LITERALLY ANYTHING! showing more attention to the plant he got you last week? it mysteriously dies a few days later (he poured glass cleaner into its pot). mentioned liking a specific actor/actress from a show? the tv has parental locks the next day to restrict that show. all your attention belongs to him and should be on him! nothing else! (sometimes you find it cute how jealous he gets and will go out of your way to make him jealous, but don't tell him that)

he's still trying to find his place in this entire thing. strade's gone now, but ren can't deny that he feels like he's missing something. like there's a gaping hole in his chest that's longing to be filled. you filled that hole, but you don’t fit it perfectly, there are still gaps here and there. because of this, he's not afraid to experiment on you. you wake up in the basement more than you would like, ren looming over you with a smile on his face but an almost empty look in his eyes. he's thinking, calculating what he'll do. the sessions always end with tears streaming down your face and ren understanding a little better where he fits in

nsfw (under the cut)

horny 24/7. cannot keep his hands to himself. you'll be watching tv together and then ren's hand is on your thigh- ok normal enough. and then it starts moving slowly upwards and your breath hitches when his hand finds the waistband of your pants. he teases you first, messing with the band and drawstrings, nails grazing the skin just below the band. he's not even looking at you, or at least you don't notice the sneaky glances he throws your way before turning back to the tv. but that doesn't last long as he can't take it anymore himself and throws himself at you right there on the couch

ren's big on eye contact. he wants you to watch him as he goes down on you. if you look away or close your eyes, his nails dig into your thighs hard enough for little beads of red to form. your attention belongs on him at all times, especially when sharing an intimate act. he expects you to keep eye contact when you go down on him as well. he doesn't care if his cock is in your throat and you're trying not to gag. he'll pull your hair hard enough for tears to form in your eyes

likes to roleplay every so often. his favorites are anime specific ones and maid/master. he loves it when you dress up for him, especially if it's in these big, frilly dresses or skirts (doesn't matter your gender, he loves to see it). he likes having you pretend to do something, only for him to come up behind you, sneak his hands under your skirts and mess with you. likes taking your attention away from your task and putting it on him

ren hates having to punish you but he loves the act of it. when he punishes you, he gets to do whatever he wants! punishments tend to be in the basement and he tends to get just a little heated every so often with them. your tear streaked face just does something to him and most of the time punishments end with his cock either in your mouth or with him fucking you

doesn't shut up while having sex. if he's not whimpering then he's moaning in your ear. if he's not moaning then he's talking to you, telling you how good you are, how great you feel. if he's not talking than he's whimpering

[avintmich]

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....

[caprisunnydays]

First time but not really

Lawrence wakes up to the MC/you on top of him! What is he supposed to do while you fuck him? He's not sure...

Warnings : NSFW content/smut, mentions of murder, described thoughts of murder, mentions of necrophilia

General : Dom Reader, Sub Lawrence, riding, GN reader, lawrence being awkward and a weirdo manz, no y/n because reader is "the body" because that's how I think that Lawrence would see them

IF U DON'T LIKE THIS STUFF DONT READ, like fr I know its not for everyone but for all the boyfriend to death girlies HEYYYYY

Word count 1.1k

Lawrence’s hands gripped the sheets, hands stiff beside him as the body on top of him kissed his neck. He had been asleep just a few minutes before this, now here he lay on his squeaky, twin sized bed, in the darkness of his flora filled apartment. On top of him hovered a warm body, the body he should have put in the ground by now. 

He knew it from the start, that they’d be a problem, and now he was reaping the consequences of letting them live.

The consequences being his flushed face and hard dick, both embarrassing signs of his loss of control in this situation. Like ivy, the body twisted around him, creeping along his skin and making him shudder and unable to gain the sense to throw them off and cut them up like he should.

Like incessant clover, the body planted kisses on his neck and chest, blossoming hot, fuzzy sensations that spread throughout his quivering form. His eyes were squeezed shut, studying the back of his eyelids as he thought of all the things he could do to the body once he found the strength to push it off. 

His gardening scissors…a knife to carve out that pretty spine…all were possibilities in his fantasy where the body was cold, and unmoving. It would be both a lovely and loathsome contrast to their lively, heated state above him. He wanted to drain that heat from them, feel the blood give his hands a more temporary warmth as he used it as lube to defile their rotting corpse. He would crush them, make them wilt as he did to all his plants once the urge to cut their meaningless, sinful lives out of their existence became too much to ignore.

Plants… that’s what they all were. Flowers, such beautiful things that lied and deceived, taking from the earth to fuel their own vanity and-

Here he was with one on top of him. When he opens his eyes the tiniest bit, he sees the flower on top of him. He thinks this might be the prettiest he’s ever seen.

The prettiest were always his favorite to destroy. Killing such a thing that didn’t deserve the beauty it was gifted, for its inside was rotten and grotesque-

The tingling in his body had made him numb, and the bit of insanity spirling in his mind came to the forefront as he went to reach up, to grab that pretty, stem-like neck.

But the body’s hands gently laid his hands down on either side of his head. His eyes widened, though not in surprise of the action itself, but that he himself would let them do this. His breath hitched as they slowly pulled his sweatpants down just enough to reveal his weeping cock, beads of precum dribbling down the light pink tip. A soft, unconscious groan rose in his throat, the need to have something tight and warm around him growing with each passing second of this torturous dance. Yet no demands slipped from his mouth, words buzzing around his mind as he gripped the pillow behind him as the body shifted their position to where their entrance was directly over him.

“W-wait-” His words died immediately to a humiliatingly high pitched moan as they took him fully. The body’s hole was so hot, so tight- was this what people loved so much? Was this real sex? Love making? No, definitely not that. There was too much hedonism in the way they were squeezing him so tightly around him, bouncing up and down and forcing him to cover his mouth to block the noises he was making. His eyes watered at the intensity of the body’s movements, and the pleasure it was causing. All those nights he finished into his hand seem useless now. Even the tight hole of the corpses he fucked could never have satisfied him as much as the one wrapped around his throbbing cock.

“S-slow down…” He whimpered, though when they did he bucked his hips, trying to regain the electric sensation he previously had access to. They laughed softly and resumed their punishing pace, the room filling with the sound of slapping skin as they rode him viciously.

Perhaps this was their payback for all the nights they’d spent tied up in that chair. The body must be using the energy they stored up in that time to fuck his brains out, leaving him mindless and drooling underneath them.

He couldn’t think, he could barely breath as he felt himself getting close. His balls, heavy from all the pathetic unachieved orgasms he’d attempted to bring himself to, drew up into his body as he prepared to cum. He could feel them getting close too, their walls clenching around him deliciously. Their head was thrown back, hands gripping his thighs for support as they drew their body, before slamming down over and over and over…And they looked angelic as they bounced on his cock, trying to suck him dry of his seed and force him to bury it deep inside them. 

In an attempt to savor the moment, he tore one of his trembling hands from his mouth and reached up to their pretty face. Like a flower in full bloom, their eyes opened, and they turned their desperate gaze to his face, while taking his thumb into their mouth and sucking it slowly.

That enough was an action to push him over the edge, his eyes rolling back, and hand retreating to his mouth to cover the lewd moan that was ripped from his throat as he came. His cock twitched as his cum flooded their insides, mixing with their essence that flowed from within their throbbing core. He blinked tears of pleasure away as he looked up to see his flower rooted atop him, pretty, perfect, and with an expectation.

For a moment he was confused, was the body not satisfied with all that they had taken from him? After taking their captor in such a dominant manner? Though the realization hit him when they wiggled their hips and gazed at him with longing , just as his deluded mind imagines his flowers did when they awaited his water after days of neglect. Of course he was the only one that finished…His flower needed more.

Just like people took from him, his plants, especially his flowers always took the most. Such greedy little things, though their beauty made him wanna give them more and more… How easily distracted could a man get by something so insignificant? If he knew the answer to that question, his flower would have been deadheaded already… Oh well, he’d let this one get away with a bit more before he pruned away their spirit.

Man def aint making nobody cum fr fr, but I love my loser weirdo manz

Also I didn't really proof read so sorry for any mess ups~

[gurokiitty]

hii could I get somnophilia with lawrence, maybe some stockholm syndrome too?

a/n: ooo sure!! i luv writing somno :3c

MYCELIAL

{ lawrence oleander x f! reader }

word count: 1.0k

warnings/tags: NSFW, noncon, somnophilia, stockholm syndrome, somewhat obsessive reader, touching, kissing, grinding, brief mention of necrophilia, violence, choking, ambiguous end.

There was something magnetic about the daylight—something that transformed the ordinary into the extraordinary, casting a golden hue over the mundane. It was during these hours that Lawrence found respite, his nocturnal nature demanding slumber while the sun soared high in the sky. His apartment, bathed in warm light filtering through the windows, seemed a world away from the darkness that usually enveloped him. And it was during these stolen moments that you found yourself drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of your twisted fascination. With his guard down and vulnerability laid bare, he became yours to touch and explore.

As he slept, the rise and fall of his chest had a slow, hypnotic rhythm. His face was serene, softened from the sharpness that defined his waking hours. You watched him, heart pounding, a mixture of fear and longing swirling within you. The morning light caressed his features, turning them into something softer, almost gentle. The blanket laid just below his ribs, revealing his bare chest, where the sun painted shadows across his skin. And his long, golden hair fanned out across the pillow, framing his face in a halo of gold. He was a beautiful, ethereal being, lying there and vulnerable—you couldn't help but reach out.

You started with his hair, running your fingers through the soft strands, marvelling at how different he seemed when he was asleep. The detachment and unpredictability melted away, leaving behind a man who was sensitive, reactive, and utterly receptive to your touch. It was intoxicating.

You traced the lines of his face, your touch feather-light, afraid to wake him but unable to stop yourself. His skin was lukewarm, the stubble on his jaw rough against your fingertips. You moved down to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. The sensation sent a thrill through you, a reminder that, despite everything, he was still human—tender and unknowing. Even in this state, you craved his touch, his attention; just as much as you feared the consequences.

Pressing your lips against his neck, you kissed him softly, his sweat lingering on your tongue. His scent, earthy and sickly sweet, grounded you; tethered you to this strange, dark reality that you had come to accept—even crave. You were like mould, thriving in the shadows of his world, clinging to him, and feeding off the dark corners of his existence.

Lawrence stirred slightly, a soft sigh escaping him. You froze, your heart hammering, but he did not wake. Emboldened, your hand wandered beneath the blanket, trailing down his torso, fingers ghosting over the taut muscles. He was so responsive in sleep, so different from the aloof man who held you captive. His gentle breaths sent heat pooling in your core.

You slid closer, your body moulding to his contours. His warmth seeped into you like a silent invitation, enticing you to nestle along his side. Carefully, you pried the thin blanket from him, exposing the smooth expanse of his skin and the subtle rise and fall of his chest. You then draped a leg over his, your thigh brushing against his hip. Slowly, you straddled him, positioning yourself above his crotch, your heart pounding with a dangerous thrill.

As you settled your weight onto him, your breath caught in your throat at the sensation of his bulge against the thin fabric of your underwear. You began to move, your hips undulating in slow, deliberate circles, feeling the heat of him beneath you. His breath hitched, blending reality with whatever dreams he was lost in. His pelvis then bucked softly, a subconscious response to the friction.

A flush spread across your skin as you bit your lip, stifling a moan. The sensation was almost overwhelming as you ground harder against him, your underwear damp with arousal. Your palms found his chest, resting gently on his muscles for support. The softness of his skin, the gentle rhythm of his breathing, and the intimacy of the moment created a heady mix that left you dizzy with desire. You leaned forward, your breaths mingling with his own, as if this closeness breathed life into you.

Lawrence's face twisted in pleasure and confusion, his brows furrowing as his subconscious grappled with the unfamiliar weight of your body. He was accustomed to partners who were cold, unresponsive; but you were so warm and wet—a cadaver in waiting.

You flinched at the thought, a gentle pressure building in your core with each, desperate roll of your hips. You could feel him hardening beneath you, his soft moans and gasps spurring you on as you rubbed needily against him. With one final grind, you felt the wave of release wash over you, your body shuddering as you came. A strangled moan escaped your lips, the sound raw and desperate, waking Lawrence from his slumber.

With a sudden, sharp intake of breath, his eyes flew open, confusion clouding his gaze. A deep crimson heat flushed his cheeks as his expression shifted to shock, then anger. His hands shot up, gripping your hips with a painful intensity before jerking your pliant body off his own. You hit the floor with a sharp thud, the impact knocking the air from your lungs.

As you lay there, dazed and disoriented, Lawrence loomed over you, his features contorted with disgust and embarrassment. His chest heaved as he glared down at you, his grip on your hips now replaced by the cold, suffocating pressure of his hands around your throat.

"W-What the hell were you doing!?" his voice was low, trembling, as his fingers tightened behind your nape. The edges of your vision blurred, but amidst the fear, there was an undeniable thrill—a twisted fulfillment. With a weak, shaky breath, you managed to smile up at him, your lips curling in a fragile, almost serene grin.

You couldn't help but notice how he was still hard, his erection straining against the fabric of his sweatpants, creating an unmistakable outline. The sight only intensified your delirious contentment, as if his body's betrayal filled the void left by your captivity. Despite the constriction, you felt euphoric, basking with Lawrence in the sun's warm, golden embrace.

[angel-sweets666]

head rubs and cuddles with strade

Strade x afab reader (like one mention of boobs) one shot

warning: violence and badly translated german

DO NOT DO WHATEVER HAPPENS IN THIS, it’s purely for the freaky people out there (I see you)

it was rare you came to strade for comfort since your captivity, even rarer he was willing to give you comfort. One day you just… had enough, you needed cuddles, you needed to cry in someone’s arms. Unfortunately the one other person in the house was strade, a 35 year old man who kidnapped you and keeps you like a doll. Regularly hitting you, screaming at you and getting drunk, then trying to win back your affection by either giving you things, letting you sleep in bed with him( which was more a punishment then a reward) trying to act like some sort of a loving husband ect. However he never went as far as to rape you, which you were grateful for.

you waddled past the bathroom door and past his bedroom door, finding him laid on the couch with a tank top; sweat pants and a cigar hanging out his mouth “ah,Morgenliebe” the thick German accent coating his speech “morning…” you grumbled “your bruises are healing well” he mentioned as he pointed to your body, covered in bruises and scars from his fits of rage. You knew he was more gentle with you then most victims, you knew by the screaming coming from the basement. Doesn’t mean what he does is right either way “Uhm.. yeah” you looked down at your bruise and cut covered legs. The tears began to well up and burn, you sniffled. You had be holding this in all morning and needed to get it out, you quickly walked towards strade and flopped onto his chest, cuddling up to him “leibe what is this?” He said with a confused tone “I just need a cuddle…” you grumbled back. Strade smirked and grabbed the back of your head, gently rubbing your scalp with his rough and large hands “aw big baby needs a cuddle…” his grip tightens around your head and he yanked your head back “what makes you think I’ll give you one..?” He grinned at you, the tears welling up even more and pouring downwards. The look of fear in your eyes was adorable to strade “don’t worry! I’ll give you one mein leibe” he exclaimed as he placed you back on his chest.

you buried your face into his chest as the tears turned into sobs, he pet the back of your head eithe the occasional yank, bite or slap. It was not a peaceful cuddle.. but that’s all you could get…

[nibblenettle]

can you draw toby seeing his mom in public from far but he doesn’t recognize her anyway?

he doesnt know,,,, but something in him hears her not a what shes saying but the person he was in her

[vexxxie]

Maybe one day I'll finish this drawing lol

[kanasbinwriting]

I have another request for ren hana where ready is autistic and can’t stand loud noise and the only way they can calm down is with soft things and being held.

REN HANA X AUTISTIC READER

Thank you so much for your request and sorry for taking so long!!

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You lay on the white couch in the living room, snuggled up against one of the many pillows. Since Lawrence's death, Ren hadn't brought someone else to the house. It's not like he always abuses you—only when you disobeyed or when he suddenly felt the need to ''strengthen'' your bond. But there was always the fear lingering in the back of your mind, making you remember that day vividly. What if Ren got bored of you? What if he got sick of you? You pressed your face further against the pillow, trying to banish those thoughts. There was no need to dwell on the what-ifs. You should focus on the present.

Even though he kidnapped you, Ren had been strangely considerate and patient with you, which you still aren't used to. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream.

"P-PLEASE, NO!"

You hastily sat up and looked around. What was going on? You wondered, too afraid to move. Before you could calm yourself down, another scream erupted from what seemed like the basement.

You let out a gasp and your breathing quickened in panic as the screams got louder. Each shriek was like a piercing knife, setting your nerves on edge. You forced yourself to stand up, your feet shook as you looked around the corner cautiously, only to confirm your suspicion. The basement door was open. Another scream tore through the air, louder and more gruesome than before. Ren's harsh voice followed, shouting back, what seemed in a frustrated tone, at his new victim.

The sounds clashed in your mind, causing you to stumble back. You pressed yourself into the corner of the room, sliding down as the screams got louder. Your hands clamped over your ears, trying to muffle out the noise, but to no avail. Tears begin to well up in your eyes as your chest tightens. Their screaming echoed and they just got louder and louder as your breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps. Tears were now spilling down your face as you let out quiet, fearful sobs. You could hardly think, every sound felt like a painful spike.

Lost in your panic, you didn't even realize that the screaming suddenly came to a halt. You pressed your legs against your chest and lowered your head as more sobs escaped you, trying to steady your breathing. Your panic was suddenly interrupted by a gentle hand on your shoulder. You looked up in a daze only to see Ren smiling down at you, his smile twisted in a way that could only be described as horrifying. You looked at him in horror as you noticed that his clothes and face were covered in blood.

His fingers brushed your hair, covering the top of your hair with blood. "There... there..." he murmured, his voice oddly soothing.

"Sorry, this was on me... I forgot to close the door." He chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace with a surprising force. The sticky and warm feeling of the blood made your stomach churn, but Ren didn't seem to pay your discomfort any mind. "Shh... It's alright," He whispered, his soft tail wrapping around you. "I'm here."

You hesitantly nuzzled your face against him, your body still too frozen to move, but still trembling nonetheless. He continued to hold you close even after you managed to steady your breathing. You gently began stroking his tail, its softness providing a small comfort against the storm of sensations overwhelming your thoughts.

Slowly, you grew more accustomed to the smell of the blood, though it still made your stomach slightly churn. After a few more minutes he slightly pulled back, his hands brushing against your face. His fingers gently wiped the remaining of your tears away, smearing blood on you in the progress and you tried your best not to flinch at the feeling.

"There you go! All better now!"

You let out a trembling hum and nodded soflty. Everything's better now.

[puppycassie]

Can you do sano (btd) nsfw headcanons plsplsplsplspls 🙏🙏

♡ hey there anon, ofc I can!!<3

! you guys know the rules, especially with btd, 18+ ! 🩷🍰

some of my sano nsfw headcanons ♡

♡ medical play is an obvious one, he would push your body to the limit in any way he could to see how much you could take, using various medical appliances in different ways

♡ strapping a stethoscope to your chest to monitor your heartbeat accelerating as he fucks and plays with you

♡ enemas, enemas, enemas. wants to fill you up to the brim

♡ forcefully injecting you with various different drugs , making you helpless to him

♡ cutting you open and cumming inside of the wound before stitching you back up, telling you that it's staying inside of you forever

♡ this man loves marking you up, cuts, bruises, hickeys

♡ injecting his cum straight into your holes so that you take it all

♡ "doll" "angel" "puppet"

♡ "how does that feel?" makes you describe the sensations you're feeling whilst he ruins you, enjoying the way you struggle to form words, even when you're gagging on his cock

♡ temperature play!! would insert ice cubes into you, watching you squirm and plead for it to stop

♡ would pour alcohol and salt over fresh wounds if you misbehaved, enjoying the noises you make when you're in pain and recording them, playing the clip back to you later

♡ fucking on the operating table? yes. especially with restraints

♡ makes you masturbate in front of him and watches intently, noting down your reactions

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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡

[leyluvsfictionalboys]

DIBUJOS RÁPIDOS DE REN HANA, I think they went out one day together at MC's request, and Ren isn't very friendly.

Yeah. #cringe stuff with an oc. But free.

[eliazspaceart]

Derek Goffard x child!reader [platonic]

Clarification This will be in the format of headcanons. I also want to say that the characters may not behave like their canon versions; it’s simply my interpretation. Another thing is that I previously thought about making it a book, but I realized that format wouldn’t be ideal for this. So, I preferred to make important and summarized points to make it coherent (I hope it is). So, I hope you enjoy it.

How they ended up in Derek's arms is quite... funny?

The child ended up at Fox’s auction because two new employees were supposed to take the mother, not the child.

Fox simply didn’t want the child and couldn’t just cancel the auction for potential future clients, so he continued with the plan, just changing a few things.

At the auction, the little one was scared, but still answered new questions. The people winning the auction were Celia and Derek.

But in the end, Derek won just to annoy Celia.

Obviously, Derek canceled his vacation to the desert. He may be a sadist, but he understands he can’t just take a 5-year-old child to the desert.

Also, I want to mention that in this AU, Derek has his "own" house. We put it in quotes because Derek’s father is paying for the house.

Once at home, Derek left the child in a guest room and told a servant that if the child woke up, to give them something to eat and drink.

Since Derek has money and power, he simply faked the child’s death and created a new identity. It was really easy.

Now the little MC was a Goffard, essentially his "biological" child. They didn’t look alike at all, but Derek would just say the child looks more like his "deceased" mother.

Now, the thing is, Derek as a father... mmm... he’s not a great father. He simply tries. He gives you comfortable things, gives you what you like, and those things. He spoils you, but, BUT if you become arrogant or rude, he takes those things away.

So, it’s better to just be calm and do what he says.

Your education would be at home, online. So yes, he keeps you isolated just out of fear that you might be taken away again.

In conclusion, Derek is not a very present father, but he tries. He gives you things so you don’t get bored, and if he has time in his schedule, he spends time with you watching TV or talking with you, having basic conversations.

If you're interested in this AU, I'd be happy to answer your questions about these two.

Please read this post, "Chronological List."

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