#lawrence btd2

[mile-moli]

❗sligtly NSFW❗

my man 😓

[gribomuha]

My beloved boy dropped a jam sandwich and got a little dirty.. Oops 🥺💕

Author character: @gatobob

[bunny-yuck]

blue 👍

[linku0501]

[madokaaalegenda]

@gatobob 🥹

[toka-tobacco]

Hey writers who like btd... Please make more lawrence fics.

i need to be FED... im STARVING.

Thank you and please 👉👈

[cherr1-s0da]

Strade and Lawrence are in a diner wearing business suits and fake mustaches

Strade:alright...just improvise and follow my lead!

*Lawrence nods as a waitress comes up to them*

Waitress:howdy there boys! Anything I can get you today?

Strade:ever heard of bounty? The paper towel? You know the slogan you know it actually used to be just "the quicker picker upper" but me and my buddy over here we just walked into that board room and declared it...the thicker quicker picker upper...made 20 grand off of that one adjective and bought a lake house

*he nudged Lawrence who,was staring off into space*

Strade:ain't that right buddy?

Lawrence:...my wife had a miscarriage..

Waitress:oh...im sor-

Lawrence:we've been trying for years now...its our 4th one down the drain heh heh...maybe I just...wasnt meant to be a father you know?

*strade and the waitress stare at him as he tears up*

Lawrence:...maybe the universe just doesn't want me to be happy...

*he rests his head on the table as he cries*

Strade:uh...you know what sugar tits just get us some hot cakes..

*the waitress awkwardly nods and leaves as strade hits his shoulder*

Strade whispering:what the fuck was that?

Lawrence whispering:you told me to improvise!

[nelsy-loser]

i love them all

[linmoncow]

Damn deer

[melonba11s]

High (Lawrence/MC Fanfic)

an Idea I've been stewing in my head for a few weeks, finally written down!

Contains: Lawrence, AFAB MC (no gendered pronouns), drugs, drugged sex, handjob, vaginal sex, blowjob, breathplay, dubcon (Lawrence is high), Lawrence being a weirdo, over sensitivity, MC has seen the river.

Lawrence was a weird guy. You supposed you couldn’t judge because you were also rather weird, but you both made it work. You had similar experiences that brought you two together… like The River. That’s where you both had been trying to go tonight. Lawrence had mixed up a new blend of tea, and taken the first few sips like he always did. 

You held a matching cup, waiting for his signal, the go ahead, that the tea would work. Instead, you watched his brow furrow, then he looked into the cup. 

“Don’t drink it.” He finally said, setting it down. He had been shaking, groaning. Stripping off his clothes. 

“Too much, these are too much… It’s all too much.” He had been mumbling, scratching at his skin. “Feels like bugs… Mud… Worms… Shower. I need to shower.” He dumped both the cups into the sink, letting whatever concoction he’d made wash down the drain before grabbing his shoulders. 

Trying to stop him would make things worse, the only thing you could do was follow him there, holding his hand to try and keep him grounded as possible, running the water warm. At first you both had just stood under the running water, your hands on his chest, talking calmly and slowly to him. His expression got less panicked the longer he stared at you, but you couldn’t ignore how red his face began to get, his breathing getting slow and heavy. 

“The water feels… really good.” You glanced down, giving a small squeak of embarrassment. He was already at half mast, rivulets of water crawling along his cock. You were transfixed as he reached down, beginning to stroke himself. Before he hissed in discomfort. 

“Too much…” That explained things a little. The tea had made him extremely sensitive… So sensitive that just warm water hitting his body had gotten him hard.

“L-Let me help.” You said, reaching down, letting it rest in your palm. “I’ll go slow.” You assured him, feeling the weight of him in your hand for a few moments before wrapping your fingers around it. 

Several moments, waiting for him to nod, then beginning to stroke him. Speeding up just a tad when he began to whine in need. He was leaning over you now, gripping your shoulders, his heavy panting filling your ears. 

“...Need More… Need you…” Was your only warning before he spun you around, your hand flying from his cock to the tile wall to steady yourself, as he kicked your legs apart. 

“Lawrence!” You shouted, though you were unsure why. It wasn’t like feeling him in your hand, listening to his moans hadn’t done anything for you. You were definitely wet enough now to take him, your toes curling against the wet tile floor for grip as he lined himself up. 

If you’d been a bit impatient getting him used to just your hand stroking him, this was nothing compared. First he was rubbing against your folds, flinching back whenever it overwhelmed him. Then it was just the tip he was pushing in before he pulled himself back again. 

Soon enough, it wasn’t just Lawrence who was whining with the need to be inside you. Your fingers were curling against the tile, your voice keening, though you held back from begging him. It wouldn’t do any good, you were too much for him right now, you’d need to bite your lip and be patient. 

He was about halfway in now, and you had to hold yourself back from rolling your hips against him. Each shallow thrust just barely brushed against your most sensitive spots though. 

“I’m going to go insane…” you thought to yourself, biting your tongue to stop yourself from crying out in frustration as yet again he just barely hit the spots you needed. Maybe, if you shifted your legs a little, you could get some much needed relief. 

It only took you lifting one foot though for your own weight on the slick tile to shift, the soles of your feet skidding useless against the floor. You let out a yelp of shock as you began to fall. 

Feeling Lawrence catch you and steady you by your hips. Your feet were flat on the ground now, and his cock was now firmly buried all the way inside. It felt like your stomach was in your throat with how quickly you had been filled, your thighs tensed as a downright filthy moan escaped your throat. 

Lawrence’s face was buried in your shoulder now, you could feel his teeth sinking into your flesh, his hips stuttering backwards as he used your body to muffle his shout of pain. He didn’t pull out though, you could feel him throbbing inside you. 

“L-Lawrence…?” You finally managed to get his name out, glancing back at him. Blood was trickling down your back, you could see it drip onto the shower floor and wash down the drain. The dull pain was throbbing in time to your needy walls, pulsing against his cock. 

He finally released your flesh from his teeth, running his tongue over the new wound he’d made on your back. It was this gesture that finally sent you over the edge, filled to the brim, every nerve alight with pleasure and pain. 

You expected him to cum too, he was so sensitive right now, and needy. He loved to cum at the same time as you though. However, before you could even come down from your high, he’d pulled out. You slid down onto your knees, your legs on fire from standing in such a strained position for so long. Both you and Lawrence held eye contact, you blinked water out of your eyes. 

“The air.” Lawrence finally spoke. “It comes and goes from there…” He leaned down, one of his long fingers tracing your lips. His expression was unreadable, and he stood back up, using his hand on your chin to guide you upright. 

“Haha… It’s so weird. I’m jealous of it… The air. I want to be there too…” The tip of his cock bumped against your lips now. For Lawrence, blowjobs were rare. He was often too embarrassed by the prospect of it unless you were so drunk or high you couldn’t even tell what he was doing. 

You opened your mouth, ready to partake in a rare treat, feeling his wet skin slid against your tongue as he fully seated his cock down your throat. Closing your eyes, you began to bob your head up and down it, until you felt a hand on your head, pulling you back down to the base. 

“I want… to invade every part of you.” Lawrence’s voice sounded far away, and you jerked back in shock as you shoved two fingers up your nose. “You have so many holes… Holes I can’t fit in. It’s not fair.” He was rambling, his ballsack resting against your chin as he cut off any source of oxygen you had. 

Pulling back caused his grip on your hair to tighten, pulling you forward. You tried to snort, to dislodge his fingers, but this only made your gag reflex react, choking around his length. You could feel your face turning red, the roar of blood in your ears as he continued to speak. 

“I want to peel you open… I want to be inside every part of you… That’s okay? Right? You’d let me do that? You’re so pretty. I want too- ah- ah…” The world was growing dark, his voice sounding quieter and quieter. You could dimly feel something warm hit the back of your throat as the room began to spin around you. 

And then you were retching, gasping for breath, your hands on the floor as you took in breath after breath. Oxygen. Air. The sudden intake of air made you feel light headed, and giddy, not unlike how Lawrence’s teas could make you feel. 

You looked up at him when you could, only to see him wavering on the spot. It was like watching a great oak tree topple, as he fell backwards against the wall, then crumpled to the floor. There was a loud thud as Lawrence’s head hit the wall, and you scrambled forward rushing to turn the water off. 

Without the sound of pelting water, it was easier to press your ear to his chest. To hear him breathing, his heart beating, albeit quickly. Relief flooded you. He was alive. As alive as he could be. You never knew with Lawrence, sometimes he’d slip into the river without warning, leaving you alone with his empty shell. 

You laid there on top of him for a while, listening to his shallow breathing, and the steady drip of residual water from the showerhead. There was something you could only say to Lawrence during times like these. He’d get too flustered, too jumpy and nervous if you said it while he was conscious. 

“... I love you.”

[mile-moli]

smoking is bad for u

[gribomuha]

My oc and Lawrence... Ya... Haha... Ahh... 💀💀

Cute man.. Amm.... YA...

Ha.. Ah... Ahhh... 💀💕

author of the character: @gatobob

[bunny-yuck]

[wip]

[kt-wats-blog]

Usually, I cripple the characters I love…

[madokaaalegenda]

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[kurfi-new]

Lawrence again