#even lawrence fucking caught on

[chillentertainer]

deeply compelled by the idea of tedesco and bellini being rival authors. like maybe tedesco writes really overwrought historical fiction that's him glazing the "golden era" of the crusades and the ye olde catholic church. his novels feature only one kind of protagonist that is such a clear stand-in for himself, and is written as the Ideal Man. but really they're misogynistic, colonizing blowhards (sound familiar??)

also the protagonists often have many significant relationships with other men but only one relationship with a woman (who often is a love interest that dies a virgin). ofc this results in hilarious speculation as to whether his characters are homos, considering the sheer lack of interest they have in women. tedesco vehemently denies this and goes out of his way to attack his fans who theorize abt this "degenerate faggotry". this does not deter anyone from shipping his most popular character, Michele, and Michele's bald rival, Antonio. why are Michele and Antonio so obsessed with each other? why does Michele care more about Antonio escaping prison than his literal wife almost dying? why does Michele die in Antonio's arms, who then promises Michele that he'd carry on Michele's legacy and build him a giant statue? well according to tedesco that's just "how men are" :|

bellini, on the other hand, writes serious modern literary fiction that features queer main characters who are still really repressed and catholic about their sexualities. they often end up dying and/or being alone for the rest of their lives and then dying. while his novels are brilliant and witty, they tend to be preachy and lose steam by the end. his ideas and messages are strong but fall apart if you examine them too closely.

in many of his works, esp in this short story collection he just published (called Tomorrow's Saints—pretentious, isn't it?), there is an antagonist that pops up by the name of Gioacchino. Giocacchino is annoying and dies in a decidedly undignified manner multiple times. nevertheless, bellini spends many pages throughout his works describing the exact shape and dimension of Gioacchino's dark curls as well as his roman nose and dark eyes and strong jawline and deep voice and his hands. christ he really goes all in on describing the hands. the descriptions get downright erotic.

[renhanaschewtoy]

Coworkers

FINALLY. I'm so sorry it took so long. All the chaos and junk really got the better of me. I hope y'all like this, I really tried. I can't wait to write more. Strade's Favorite Bartender will be next! 💚 NSFW MDNI

You’d always had a certain fondness for Lawrence you supposed. He was always the quiet guy at work, hesitant to ever really speak or have attention be directed his way. 

And it wasn’t like you’d bulldozed into his life either. 

It had started small, really. He was stronger than he looked and often you both shared shifts. You’d asked him a few times if he could help you move some things, speed up the task and he’d always given a little nod and followed you to do so. 

You wanted to bridge that gap, you bought some tea you kept in your locker, offering it to Lawrence on breaks. At first he just stared at you for a long moment before slowly giving a nod of his head, crystalline eyes directed anywhere but you. And then grabbing the sandwiches or other items from the corner Mart you saw him buy from time to time. You simply wanted Lawrence to feel appreciated in the warehouse. That you were grateful he helped you.

And it turned into routine after a little while.

Sharing breaks, eating together in the silence that was the wee hours of morning before the sun broke. Settled in the stale smelling break room or outside on the bench in the parking lot, side by side. You usually did most of the talking but from time to time, it was exciting to hear Lawrence talk. When he'd mention his plants, the most recent time he went on a trek through the park or on a hike, better was when he’d actually give you his opinion. Even if it was differing. If it weren’t for the occasional stutter or stammer, you’d reckon to say he’d have a rich voice. Dulcet to you, if you dare say so.

You gave him your number, just in case you switched shifts at work or something came up of course! Though that didn’t stop you from sending the occasional message asking how he was doing, or if you shared a shift a “have a good night! Oops, I mean morning!” sort of text. You wanted to endear yourself to Lawrence.

And you had.

You wormed your way under his skin and into his heart like vines of twisting ivy, you made it hard for Lawrence to breathe around you sometimes. The saccharine scent about you that was so alien, so absolutely opposite of damp rot and soil he’d become accustomed to. You were the fragrant bulbs of flowers he tried to nurture and fight the impulse to cut. You were soft, you were succulent in a way Lawrence didn’t understand like the occasional ones he had spotted around his apartment. Visions of you swam in his head at night in his bed, in the fog of his shower. Emboldened by the haze of burnt hash of a blunt that was discarded on the ashtray nearby. Lawrence wondered how you would feel…from the inside. How different you would feel from his hand. Water or lotion made do in a pinch when he’d fist himself to completion, more often than not he would grow frustrated after the clarity hit him.

“huff…huff…nngh…f-fuck…(Name)...” Water cascades down Lawrence’s pale body, head bowed with one hand braced against the cool tile wile the other hand stroked his weeping cock. You brushed up against him on more than one occasion today, he felt the soft warmth of your skin through your clothes, caught a peek of skin when you’d reach up high, Lawrence swore…goddamn it, he could hear the blood in your veins. Your hand brushed against his when you handed him a paper cup of some herbal tea you’d been so proud to prattle about hoping he’d like it. And he’d die before telling you that it was actually too sweet for his taste. But maybe that was you and your influence on the moment. Too sweet. His breathing grew ragged as his glacier eyes screwed shut, trying a slight twist of his wrist as Lawrence fisted his cock; reliving the encounters behind his eyelids.

The warm flush of your cheeks, he wondered how much blood could reach the apples of them…the plush look of your lips that always curled into a little grin, what might they look like swollen from his own pressed to them or his teeth sinking into them? Would your heart hammer in your chest? Or would it be slow and calm? Would you let him touch you? Actually touch you? To crawl inside of you and feel your warmth from the inside, to break your ribs and truly be in your embrace until you were cold and still like he often felt. A grunt passed Lawrence’s lips as he grappled with the thoughts– did he want that? No…no, he didn’t think he did. Lawrence wanted to savor you if he was ever presented the opportunity. You’d feel different. You were different. His mind rewound and pulled forward like a video on a loop, searching for just the thing to focus on. That breathless face you made after exerting yourself, the way your breathing drew a little rough and you tried to chuckle through, the way your (color) eyes would look up at him so gratefully in a way only you ever looked at him.

“Hhngh…haah…(N-Name)...” Lawrence choked your name from his throat as a shudder ripped down his spine, hips jerking erratically in a rhythm that grew sloppy before pearly, viscous cum splurted forward, coating his hand and dropping into the water to disappear down the drain. The smell of stale, foggy air and eucalyptus as the evidence of his mild perversion disappeared from sight. Maybe that’s why it was always easier in the shower. His panting eventually subsided into just one heavy sigh, the heaviness left him and again the frustration followed.

It wasn’t the same.

It wasn’t you.

Maybe Lawrence was getting greedy. Not that he could ever act on it. It always made him seize up worse when you were just looking at him with those eyes of yours. So patient for whatever he may say or do. It was maddening that he let it get this far. That you somehow had sunk so deeply into him instead that keeping you was now a regular rotation in his fantasy. That fire fed and fanned by content he consumed on the internet. But there was always just a slight pause on maybe trying such on you. Maybe. Exhaling through his nose, Lawrence turns off the water and steps out of the shower. His brow is deep set in thought as he lazily towels off his pallid skin and blonde hair that falls over his shoulders limply still damp.

Dressing for bed, Lawrence dares to glance at his phone- he never gets notifications. Not really. Just from you. And today must be one of those nights that the stars just align, one message from you.

(Name): “Hey!! I have some news tomorrow!”

Lawrence’s brows furrow and lips press in a thin line, he’s not sure how to reply. If he should. But he wants to.

Lawrence: Okay.

Like most or any social interaction- not his best work. Not that you cared. It never stopped you at all or caught you off. Most might find him brusque and socially awkward, which wasn’t untrue. Lawrence doesn’t linger on the thoughts of what it could possibly be, it could be anything with you; infinitely more optimistic than himself. You found the silver linings in most things, took joy in the small victories or whathaveyou. Something he would possibly find overwhelming or even annoying but you seemed to broach him a way just so that it never…felt that way. Lawrence didn’t want to keep you at an arms length like he had the first handful of shifts where he’d nearly tried to avoid you. And now he craved you. You were sunlight, warm and necessary. You were nourishment Lawrence didn’t believe he needed. He was starved in ways that didn’t make sense.

Tugging on old, worn sweatpants, Lawrence crawls into his bed and tries to settle in and stares at the ceiling for a while before his breathing lulls into sleep. 

The next day, the next shift. Stars litter the sky and the moon hangs along them. The streets are mostly dead, the silent stillness of the parking lot of the warehouse is usually comforting but there’s an odd looming sense regarding your news and Lawrence doesn’t know why. Why his stomach turns and twists so strangely when he sees you eagerly wave him over as he pushes the heavy door open after a swipe from his employee badge.

“Hey, Law!” you greet, warmly as ever- you were probably the only one who forced themself to adapt to the lifestyle of working this shift and still function. Or function better than most of the other workers here. Granted it made sense to Lawrence, it was what he preferred though it never showed.

Lawrence gives a low hum of acknowledgement you had grown accustomed to as you met him halfway to walk to the lockers together. “You…mentioned you had news…?” After spinning the dial on his lock, those piercing baby blues turned to you, seeming to perk up at his voice addressing you.

You bite your lip in that way that makes him wish he could be one of your teeth. To feel the plush skin under pressure. Lawrence blinks before turning his focus back to your eyes. “Yeah! Yeah, I finally got a grown up job, heh…” You run a hand through your (length) (color) (type) hair, your grin faltering to something almost akin to nervousness or anxiety. Because all Lawrence can do is stare at you with a blank, unreadable expression. The silence hangs over heavy as you scuff your shoe on the floor.

“... you're quitting…?” It feels like he's choking it out but if he did, you didn't seem to notice. And he's grateful for it.

“Well, yeah, I mean…I gave my two weeks. It's just…I can't work here forever. It doesn't pay enough and I'm not exactly cut out for it long term.” You admit with a little bob of your head, glancing around the warehouse stacked with pallets and equipment. And it was true if Lawrence was being honest, you weren't as strong to continue this sort of labor for long without it doing something to your musculature or God forbid your beautiful bones. It was bad enough when you bruised.

“...oh.” There's an odd sort of thrum in his chest he can't discern, a tension that settles tight in too many places for his liking. Your sharp eyes seem to snap to him at the monosyllabic reply and soften. That look. Not of pity, just soft.

“But we can still text! Or meet up on off days! I'd like to check out that trail sometime, if you'd be down?” You're quick, so quick, to offer him the modicum of comfort. That you somehow, some way, want to be around him even when no longer coworkers. You were so odd. But it wasn't unwelcome. “But uh…I was gonna throw a little party. At my place with people from our shift. If you wanted to come.”

Lawrence raises a brow at that, it isn't a “no” (it would be for anyone else)but it's more of that confusion. He didn't do parties. He didn't do other people. Crowded spaces. Not without some sort of necessity or incentive tied to it. His pause seems to make you fidget. “I know it's not your thing, so don't feel you have to or anything. But it would really nice to have you there.” You uplilt your word with that hopeful tone.

He shifts on his feet, his eyes unable to hold your gaze. Honestly? He doesn't want to. He really doesn't want to. Lawrence shifts on his feet a little as if still chewing all of the information over. He didn't like any of it. Most of all your leaving. Your absence would be felt so deeply. Lawrence felt like had something, had someone, even on the humdrum shifts you shared. Be it normalcy, warmth, Lawrence didn't know. But he wasn't about to let it go. Let you go. He couldnt. You might be vines constricting around him, but Lawrence could be all the thistles, barbs, and thorns in the world of it kept you ensnared to him.

Sometimes the stars just aligned like that.

“But, like I said- I know it's not…”

“I'll come.”

You blink up at Lawrence, surprise stark on your face for just a moment at his definitive tone. It lingers before your lips curl into a toothy grin making his heart thud against his ribs. “Yeah? That's great. Really great.” You pull out your phone and tap on it few times before a buzzing comes from his pocket. “That's my address, it starts at seven but y'know…it's a party so show up whenever.” You shrug casually.

Lawrence glances to the side, racking his brain for a moment, thinking of what next, of what to do when he gets there- nevermind that it's days away. “Alright! Well, let's go kick this shift in the teeth!” You chime, clapping your hands together and wandering off to whatever task you were assigned and Lawrence slowly trailing after you.

×××

Relationships were complicated. People were complicated. Well…living people were complicated anyway. For the briefest moment Lawrence thinks back to his family, people that meant little to him in the grand scheme of things but whether he liked it or not was part of his building blocks. At least a little.Which brought a vague memory of a muffled voice from childhood, “We can’t go to a dinner party empty handed.” A few hours before Lawrence decided he would make his appearance, he stopped at the liquor store on the corner to bring a bottle of…fuck. What did you even like?? All you drank when you were together was whatever was at the vending machines, the convenience store, or tea. Lawrence stood near the door of the shop- bottles lined all over the shelves and walls. Advertisements of several brand plastered all over in bright colors or neons.

Augh.

Eventually Lawrence meanders over to the wine section, staring at the bottles blankly, drifting from label to label. White wine? Red wine? If you would even drink it. Dry? Semi? Sweet? It was alcohol for fuck’s sake, why did it have to be so complicated. With a shake of his head, frustration beginning to simmer in the pit of his stomach, Lawrence swipes a bottle of sweet red with a delicate looking label adorned in little gilded flowers. Maybe even if you didn’t like it, you would think it’s pretty. Or maybe you’d think he was weird, like most other people– no…no, that wasn’t true. It was you. None of his antisocial tendencies seemed to deter you or bother you, opposite; you’d been nothing but accommodating and patient with Lawrence.

Keeping his head down, Lawrence shoves a few bills at the unbothered clerk who bothers to spare him a second glance before he begins the trek to where your apartment is supposed to be. Gingerly stepping through the building, Lawrence lingers in the hallway probably a beat longer than necessary before rapping his knuckles against the door. His palms are sweaty as he cradles the bottle of wine and waits…and waits…he can hear the thrum of bass through the door, music playing paired with a few voices…by the sound of it, not to many people (thankfully) or so he hoped. Just as he debated leaving and tossing away any hopeful ideations, the door is abruptly pulled open to reveal you. In more casual clothes. A warm flush blooms beautifully over your cheeks that has his breath hitch ever so slightly.

“Law! Oh man, I was beginning to worry you weren’t gonna show up!” You lilt, posture so much more relaxed and…oh. Lawrence spies the red plastic cup in your hand, of course. It was a party. People drank. He brought a bottle that he’d almost forgotten about seeing you the way you were. The drunk blush on your cheeks looked ever so enticing. “C’mon, c’mon in!” You usher him in warmly and he can take in your apartment. Posters decorate the walls, well loved furniture, a small cozy kitchen…that same sweetened perfume that was so uniquely you seemed to seep into the very walls. Lawrence shuffles inside, keeping his eyes down, only sparing glances to the other coworkers mingling around your place. Some chatting, some playing video games you had set up on your television, others bobbing a little to the music.

Lawrence’s hands tighten around the bottle before looking up to you and awkwardly thrusting it towards you. “I…I didn’t know what to bring…If I should bring anything.” He admits, biting the inside of his cheek as you blink and accept it, looking it over.

“Huh? That’s real sweet of you, thanks Law! Wine, huh? Fancy. I’ve never really tried it.” You inspect it, but keep it carefully tucked in the crook of your arm, though before Lawrence can feel embarrassed about his actions you give a mischievous grin. “You’ll have to come over again and maybe try it with me, huh? Can’t drink alone.” You chime warmly before disappearing only briefly to tuck it safely in the kitchen so nobody thinks to open it. Something for just the two of you…it ignites a spark of hope that he allows himself to buoy on for comfort now that he’s vastly out of his element. You poke your head out of the kitchen, “You want something to drink? I can mix you something or uh…I’ve got water, soda, juice…” Lawrence takes the opportunity to follow you and the variety of beverages and snacks. 

Opting for water, Lawrence takes up post along one of your walls, simply watching you and everyone else. Time ticks on as his hands worry the label of the water bottle to shreds. The music feels too loud, he can feel the bass in his bones. Nobody but you really wants to talk to him, he’s spared a nod of acknowledgement or a brief greeting but nothing more- if anything people seem surprised to see him here at all. Lawrence swallows thickly and glances to the clock and moves to stand up and you seemingly appear out of nowhere. Your eyes seem to trace over his features, lingering on his face for a beat before you do that wonderful thing you do. Soften up. Relax. “Hey...I know this isn’t really your scene. It can probably be a lot huh? Here…my room is quieter, you can chill there for a bit maybe? Kinda decompress? I really…hah…I really don’t want you to go yet…if that’s okay?” The alcohol has you emboldened, your lips a little looser, your thoughts more apt to slip between them.

And a strange warmth is surging through his veins, he feels it in his own cheeks, feels his fingers twitch slightly before Lawrence finds himself nodding. Your hand slips in his smoothly, gently- and he’s tempted to flinch but instead he squeezes, carefully. True to your words, your room is notably quieter than the living room, the length of hallway giving a decent berth. You settle on your bed with a dramatic sigh and Lawrence almost shyly sits beside you, hands in his lap. “...I’m glad you came.” You admit as you fall onto your back on your duvet and tilt your head to look up at him. “Is it greedy I wanted to keep you a little longer? Just to myself?”

It’s not greedy.

You’re not greedy.

You’re perfect.

Lawrence swallows thickly, your words reverberating in his skull, echoing his same thoughts. You wanted what he wanted. He could only hope anyway but you said what he was thinking aloud. You made it real. You were real. “N-No..No I don’t think that about you.” Lawrence manages to mutter out and it makes that smile grow wider on your lips. Your hand reaches for his again, delicately, as your fingers trace his knuckles. 

“We could hangout more often, y’know. I meant it when I said I still wanted to see you even after I’m outta there.”

He doesn’t know what to say. Nobody’s ever wanted to hang out around him, much less. Well beside that one friend he made online who seemed down to maybe talk in person. But they weren’t you. Nobody compared to you. The silence hangs for a moment but in the soft lighting of your room, your eyes roam over his face again before you push yourself to sit up again, shuffling a little closer to him that Lawrence can feel the warmth of your body next to his. “...is it okay if I…” You dip your head slightly, lashes fluttering to make a point of looking down at his lips before meeting his gaze again. Just barely, Lawrence shakes his head before you give a breathy little chuckle and press your lips to his, a hand raising to cradle his jawline. The light stubble there is felt against the soft, smooth skin of your palm. Your lips are plush and sweetened by whatever alcohol you’d been drinking before, slightly sticky and sweet that Lawrence savors before clumsily kissing you back. Pushing back against you perhaps with an eagerness you hadn’t anticipated that draws a soft sound from your throat. Lawrence swallows down your groan, wanting more, feel you more, taste you more, feel all that livelihood that seems to emanate from you.

The kiss grows, heat building as your arms string around his neck and hands tangle in his blonde hair as it falls messily from its elastic. Lawrence leans, arms circling around your waist, a soft grunt muffled against your lips as he dares to deepen the kiss, tongue tracing your lower lip before being granted. Being able to explore inside of your mouth before pressing you down into the mattress. He can feel every breath you take, the expanding and compression of your chest, the way your heart thrums against your chest- Lawrence swears he can hear your heartbeat. Or maybe it’s his own pounding in his hears. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is more. More. 

And you seem of the same mind. Your hands drift down to his hoodie, moving to push it off his shoulders and Lawrence awkwardly shrugs out of it, loathe to part from your lips even to breathe. With you on your back, his hands take the opportunity to roam, albeit shakily. Taking in every curve, noting the muscle and fat on your body- soft under his larger hands and so very warm. Lawrence could get lost in you endlessly. He wanted to. Parting only for a moment, his breathing ragged, you seem to waste no time as you greedily take in air while yanking your shirt up and over your head and reaching for the buttons of his plaid shirt. It isn’t long between the two of you, clumsy hands- some from alcohol and others from lack of real heated experience, before clothes are strewn over your floor and you and Lawrence are a tangle of limbs on your bed. His body cages you in, body anchored to you as he savors each sensation, each beautiful sound he’s able to pull from your lips, feeling the way your body moves and the way it works against his own. Lawrence reminds himself to be affectionate, what he was taught affection is supposed to look like through media consumption anyway, though with you it’s easier. It’s so lovely to kiss along your neck, feel you gasp and shudder, to feel your pulse flutter under his lips. “...feels…fuck…so good…” he groans lowly against your skin.

Lawrence can almost picture the expression on your face as you give a chime of laughter and dare to roll your hips against his own, feeling his erection straining against the cotton of his boxers in a very obvious tent. “It can feel better…I can make you feel better…” You croon softly and that’s the snap that breaks him. Pulling away so abruptly you look up at him owlishly, he shoves his boxers down his pale thighs, impulse and need overriding most if not all thought in this moment. The desperation that burned through Lawrence to feel you from the inside.You lift your hips accordingly as he paws at your underwear before they slip down your legs and carelessly discarded with everything else. Bare before each other, there’s the briefest moment between the way the two of you have been interlocked, drinking the other one in. Before Lawrence’s hands grip the meat of your hips and tugs you closer with a strength you usually thought was reserved for the warehouse, not that you minded. The feeling of his fingers digging into your skin, you certainly wouldn’t mind a little bruising if not more come morning.

“Just…Just stay still…Just let me…” He pants, his eyes clouded and glazed over, transfixed as he mumbles almost to himself and you arch your back just so to give him a better angle as one hand releases you to line his aching cock up to your sweet entrance.First he notches the bulbous head in and groans, chest heaving with every breath as you bite your lip with a soft whine- spurning him on, urging him to just push. And so he does, inch by inch, Lawrence spears you on his length and his eyes threaten to roll back into his skull. You feel divine; tight, wet, impossibly warm around him as you clench like a vice that his his hips already stutter the first time within you. Sweat already begins to bead his forehead as Lawrence’s jaw clenches- as tempting as it is, he couldn’t bear the embarrassment if he came undone within you so quickly. 

You keen below him, hushed little murmur of, “Please…fuck, Law…need you, please.” While resting your hands on his shoulders with a little squeeze, you don’t mean to rush him, really you don’t- but you’d wanted this, thought about this, more times than you cared to count. And with a little liquid courage in your veins, you finally fucking had it. Had him.

And surely, he begins to rock his hips. The push and pull between you growing as Lawrence begins to rut within you, rhythm building and pressure mounting as you buck your hips in kind, pushing him deeper until his cockhead nudged against that delicious spot within you that made your lashes flutter and moans spill from your lips. Ordinarily, Lawrence wasn’t one for much noise- but the music muffled anything beyond your door and these sounds were for him and him alone. Shouldering your legs over his shoulders, Lawrence picks up his pace and his hips snap against you, heavy balls wetly slapping against your ass that has you squeak until you relax some in his grip. It leaves you helpless, putty as he fucks you into the mattress with reckless abandon now- your headboard knocking against the wall with each brutal thrust as he moans and grunts above you. While the sight of your is ever enticing, something Lawrence wants to burn into the folds of his brain, the need to feel close to you wins as he hunches over, nearly folding you in two. Hands bracing on the bed as he buries his face in the crux of your neck and shoulder as he kisses along the skin, breathing hotly into your ear as he continues to pump his cock into you. “...close…so…need to feel you…so warm…so fucking good…” Lawrence babbles to you, drunk on the euphoria as he feels pleasure coil hot in his stomach, on the brink.

So close.

So close.

So close.

“L-Law…’m not…a-ah, oh fuck…!” You gasp and choke on your words as you’re pinned below him, bliss drawn over your flushed features as your brain struggles to send words to your mouth, “...’m not gonna last...just like that, like that…!” You encourage as he surges with renewed vigor. Lawrence wants, no, needs to feel you come undone around. What you feel like when overcome with pleasure, what you look like, all of it. He grits his teeth before finding better use for his mouth, latching onto your throat to suckle a deep mottled mark into your skin that has you nearly scream into the room before he claps a hand over your lips to muffle it as he feels you contract around him. Convulsing, throbbing, spasming all around him in a way that Lawrence shuddering as his engorged cock finally empties itself within you, the excess forming a creamy ring around the base of his shaft and dripping down the plush swell of your ass onto the duvet. Ragged huffs fan over the hickey now left into your skin as Lawrence gives a few more languid, shallow strokes to enjoy the lingering feeling of you tightly wrapped around him as you try to catch your breath with a few low sounds of complacency. Sated, Lawrence almost begrudgingly lowers your legs carefully and his piercing eyes look up at you- trying to gage if you might be disappointed or upset, but instead is met with a bleary, satisfied smile and a breathy chuckle.

“...fuck, Law. I knew you had in you.” You mutter playfully before resting your arm over your sweaty forehead and Lawrence can feel his lips quirk ever so slightly. Something akin to pride settling in him slightly, but he remains knelt between your legs as a silence settles over the pair of you and you raise your arm to peek at him. Wordlessly, you pat shift and shuffle, peeling back the blankets and patting the spot next to you.

“But…your party…?”

“I’m pretty sure people heard and I’m pretty sure they didn’t. What’re they gonna do? Rob me? I don’t have shit.” You chuckle, though Lawrence seems to give pause and glance to the door. His reluctance seems to sober you some as you sit up slightly. “Uh…unless you wanted to go.” You try to keep your tone steady not to betray the tinge of hurt that creeps in all the same.

“No…! No, that’s not what I want…uhm…” Lawrence awkwardly scoots off your bed and grabs his boxers to tug on padding to your door and opening it a crack, peeking and listening for any other life in your apartment. The music had since stopped and it was still silence.With the knowledge your apartment is now empty, Lawrence locks your door for you before returning into bed and you just smile. The simplest thing, as if this was normal. Maybe it was, Lawrence sure as fuck didn’t know what that was, but this was nice. This was beautiful. You were beautiful.

Slowly, he moves to the other side of the bed and slides in beside you. Lawrence has not slept next to another person, honestly it was never something he thought he would like but it feels like it’s both what you want and what is expected. And frankly- it could be worse. “...Can I…?” He shuffles under the blankets, swathed in your detergent and perfume, his frame shifts over yours and his head presses to your chest where he can hear the steady beat of your heart. The intrusive thought rings in through his head that he could have it, have that piece of you forever. Sealing this moment forever between the two of you...but he pushes it to the back of his head. No, another part of him didn’t want that- as tempting as it may be. If he took that part of you, this wouldn’t be possible. And Lawrence wanted this, whatever this may be, and more of it. More of you. Sex. Intimacy. The touch and warmth of another living being. It was odd, it was still something Lawrence was trying to make sense of. A way that this could remain but you might still be wholly his. All his. Only his.

Lawrence’s reverie is broken only by your arms encircling him and hugging him close to you, one hand carding through his hair to keep his head pressed to your chest as you hum in contentment. “Night, Law.” You mutter with an affectionate kiss to his head as you reach an arm out to turn off your lamp and succumb to sleep. Lawrence lingered awake a while longer, his nocturnal nature something he was grateful for as he relished in the soft breaths while you slept, how your heart slows, the sweet silence as he curls around your body and eventually, an hour or so after observing you, Lawrence sleeps as well.

Eventually sunlight dapples through your blinds, making Lawrence crinkle his nose slightly- he wasn’t accustomed to this. Not that he slept poorly necessarily, but it would take a day or so to get his circadian rhythm back. But it hadn’t been a waste as you groggily rouse beside him with a sleepy smile. “...Hey.” You greet warmly, throat still raspy from sleep as you push some of his bangs from his face. “You sleep okay?” Lawrence nods slowly, drinking in this vulnerable vision of you as you yawn and roll to look at him on your pillow. “You want breakfast or something?” You offer up with that languid smile and something akin to adoration lingering in your eyes, the afterglow looked all the more prepossessing on you. “I have some of that tea still that I brought you a few days ago.”

He pushes up to sit and chews his lip for a moment. Maybe a part of Lawrence had hoped. Had known. “Uh…actually I, uh…I brought some tea for you. I can make us some.” He replies slowly, shifting his gaze to look at you, testing your reaction, if you would find it odd that he brought something besides the wine.

“Aw! Yeah, I’d love that.” You grin and sit up as well, moving to tug fresh underwear on and a large shirt, “You know where the kitchen is, the kettle is on the stove. I’m just gonna freshen up quick.” And with that you disappear into the bathroom while Lawrence prepares you his own specialty brew. 

[shelbgrey]

Heat of the moment (Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: his girlfriend can't help but think he wears the scruffy look well.

Warrings: Smut with very little plot, Unprotected sex, scruff/beared kink, cream pie, oral(F receiving), dirty talk, cum eating, talks of aftercare, making out, soft!Dom Johnny, not my gif.

MasterList ML2

It was one of the rare occasions Johnny got to relax with his girlfriend. He loved the moments when they could just be lazy together. He didn't have to teach any karate classes and y/n didn't have to work at the hospital and he could just hold her in his arms all day if he wanted.

They were cuddling under a blanket on his bed, watching a movie. He held her from behind with her back against his chest and his arms around her. Johnny gently stroked her hair as they watched the movie, he softly kissed the top of her head as. He was completely relaxed and at ease with her in his arms, the only thing keeping her covered in his arms was a pair of panties and one of Johnny's old Metallica shirts. As the movie continued, Johnny couldn't help but notice how soft and warm she felt in his arms.

As the movie went on y/n couldn't help but get bored. She slowly turned in his arms, laying on her back while he remained sitting on his side next to her. She looked up at him with doe eyes, smiling softly when an idea popped in her head.

Johnny smiled back at y/n, running his hand over her stomach and caressing her skin lightly as he looked down at her admiring her. He always thought she was beautiful, but laying there in his arms and wearing his shirt she was even more beautiful. He then caressed her cheek and stroked her skin gently with his thumb. “What?” he asked softly.

Y/n's actions spoke louder than words. She cupped his jaw, bringing him down closer, pressing her lips against his. She kissed him passionately, making Johnny let out a soft moan. He kissed her back passionately as he wrapped his arms around her body pulling her closer, holding her close against him as his tongue caressed her lips softly.

Y/n moaned softly against his lips, tangling her tongue with his softly as she ran her fingers through his blond locks. Johnny let out another groan as he moved his body so that he was now laying on top of her slightly, holding her down against the bed.

Y/n tilted her head to the side, deepening the kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair at the neap of his neck. As the kiss deepened, Johnny started to slowly grind his hips against hers, his sweatpants providing little resistance. It made her moan softly against his lips. Y/n's hand reached for his bicep, grip it as she pulled away and rested her forehead against his as she caught her breath for a moment.

Johnny rested his forehead against hers, both of them catching her breath. His hips still slowly grinding against hers, a soft groan leaving his lips. “Fuck,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You're so fucking beautiful” he said, making her blush.

Johnny gazed adoringly into y/n’s eyes, his heart swelling with affection. He leaned down to softly kiss her cheek, then trailing light kisses along your jawline and down her neck, making her giggle. When he nuzzled into her neck, the facial hair he let grow on his face, tickled her skin. Y/n cupped his jaw, rubbing her thumb over the scruff on his face. “I kinda like this,” she said regarding the scruff on his face. He's usually clean shaved, but he hasn't bothered to shave yet.

Johnny chuckled softly against her neck, the vibrations tickling her skin. “Yeah? You like the rough look huh?” He pulled back slightly to look at her, a playful grin spreading across his face. “Normally I wouldn't let it get this way, but if you like it”

“I mean, I like you either way, but the scruff is kinda sexy on you”

Johnny smirked as he raised an eyebrow at her, a hint of a blush on his cheeks at her comment. “You think so, huh? Might just keep it then if you like it so much”

“Only if you want to”

A playful glint shone in Johnny's eyes as he lowered himself to hover just inches above y/n's lips, his breath mingling with hers. “Only if you think it's sexy” He murmured teasingly, brushing his scruff lightly against her smooth cheek.

“Definitely sexy,” she smirked.

He nipped playfully at her lower lip, a deep chuckle rumbling in his chest. “Sweet talker,” He whispered against her lips before kissing her again softly. “God, I fucking love you in my clothes, laying in my arms” He mumbled between kisses.

Johnny smiled as he moved up a bit, so he was looking down at y/n. He caressed her cheek gently as he looked at her with a soft smile on his face. “The fact that you said you find this,” He gestured to his face. “Is sexy on me, has me wanting to do lots of things to you right now.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?” y/n smirked.

He winked at her playfully, his smirk widening. “Well, for starters,” Johnny slowly trailed his fingers down her side, making her shiver with his touch. He then hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties and tugged lightly. “I think these might need to come off and maybe even give this scruff a purpose”

Y/n's breath hitched as she lifted her hips so he could get her panties tugged down. Johnny slowly pulled her panties down her legs, tossing them to the side. He spread y/n’s legs gently and settled between them, his face now level with her core. He looked up at her with a heated gaze before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “So fucking hot”

Johnny nuzzled his scruff against her inner thighs, awakening the goosebumps on her skin. He smirked, feeling her shiver against his face. Johnny looked up at her with lust-filled eyes before slowly dragging his rough jawline up higher, teasing her with the sensation of his unshaven face against her sensitive skin.

Y/n gripped his hair, bucking her hips with need. “s-stop teasing”

Johnny chuckled darkly against her thigh, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine. “And what will you do if I don't stop, hmm?” He asked teasingly, blowing cool air against her core before pressing a feather-light kiss just above it”

“Johnny, please” y/n moaned, bucking her hips at the feeling of his scruff pricking her sensitive skin.

At y/n’s desperate plea, Johnny finally gave in. He spread her folds with his thumbs and flattened his tongue against your clit, licking slow and firm, making her head fall back as a moan was forced past her lips. His scruff provided an intense contrast to the smoothness of his tongue, driving her wild with pleasure. “Fuck, you taste so good”

Johnny continued his relentless assault on her most sensitive regions, alternating between firm licks and gentle sucks. He gazed up at her with lust-darkened eyes, watching her every twitch and moan, reveling in the erotic sight of her lost in ecstasy above him.

“Johnny!” y/n moaned desperately, she tugged at his hair and rutted against him, making the tip of his nose brush against her clit.

His muffled groan vibrated against her core as she desperately grinded against his face. Seeing her overwhelming pleasure, Johnny suddenly grabbed her thighs tighter, holding her still as he started flicking his tongue rapidly over her sensitive clit, his beard scraping deliciously against her skin.

Y/n’s thighs shook with pleasure and her mind got more and more fuzzy. All she could think about was how his tongue was making her feel and the rough, scratchy sensation of his scruff on her skin.

Johnny could feel her thighs trembling uncontrollably against his cheeks as he continued his relentless assault, coaxing waves of pleasure through her body. He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them perfectly to hit that spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids.

“shit,” she squeaked. “Johnny!”

Johnny maintained his pace, his fingers matching the rhythm of his tongue as he watched her fall apart. His scruff continued to tease her sensitive skin, driving her even higher. Between intense licks and firm suction, he growled against her. “Come for me, baby”

“Shit,” y/n said, the pitch of her voice getting higher as the knot in her stomach snapped, her orgasm hitting her like a freight train. She cried out his name, gripping his hair as she came on his tongue.

Johnny moaned against y/n at her release, prolonging her pleasure with slow strokes of his tongue and fingers. Eventually, he made his way back up her body, kissing a trail along her stomach and chest, his beard gently grazing her skin. “Look at me” He whispered huskily against her ear.

Y/n’s breath hitched as she looked up at him dazed and lustful. He gazed down at her with smoldering eyes, his beard glistening with her release. He slowly pushed her hair back from her face, leaning in to kiss her gently, allowing her to taste herself on his lips and feel the roughness of his beard against her soft skin. “You okay?”

“I'm perfect” y/n said softly and breathlessly against his lips.

Johnny smiled against her mouth, his arms wrapping around her tightly. “Good. Because I'm nowhere near done with you yet” He murmured before capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his beard rubbing against her face as he held her close.

Y/n moaned against his lips, grabbing the back of his tank top in her fist and tugged it up. Breaking the kiss, Johnny quickly pulled his tank top off, tossing it aside. His muscular chest heaved with labored breaths as he looked down at her with heavy-lidded eyes. “Like what you see?” He asked with a smirk, knowing damn well she did.

“Always” y/n whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him closer.

Johnny's eyes flashed with mischief as she pulled him closer, their bare skin now flush against each other. He nipped at her bottom lip playfully before trailing kisses along her jawline and down to her throat, his beard leaving a delightful tickling sensation in its wake.

“J-Johnny, please”

Johnny's voice was low and husky against her neck. “Please what, baby? Use your words,” He continued to tease her with gentle bites and kisses, his rough beard creating delicious contrast against her smooth skin. “Tell me what you want”

“F-fuck me” y/n wimpered, desperate with need as she grinded against his hard erection. The only thing keeping him from being inside her right now was his old pair of sweatpants.

With a low chuckle, Johnny reached down and tugged off his sweatpants, finally freeing himself. His hard length pressed against her thigh as he settled between her legs. “Like this?” He teased, grinding against her but not quite entering. “Or maybe”

Y/n let out a desperate moan. He reached down and guided himself to her entrance, teasing her with the tip before pulling back out. “Maybe I should just sit here and rub against you until we both go crazy?” He suggested, his voice dripping with amusement as he continued to tease her entrance with his tip.

“N-no!” y/n’s breath hitched as she grinded harder.

“need you inside me”

With a growl, Johnny finally thrust forward, burying himself inside her in one smooth motion forcing a moan from her and her nails griping into his back. He froze for a moment, savoring the feeling of being fully inside her before he started to move, his thick cock sliding in and out of her at a steady pace. “Fuck, baby”

“shit, Johnny” y/n moaned.

His pace quickened, his hips snapping forward as he drove into her harder and faster. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, accompanied by her moans and his grunts. “You feel so fucking good”

“Oh, shit,” she whimpered, raking her nails down his back. “Right here!” she moaned, holding on his hips.

Johnny lifted her legs up and over his shoulders, changing the angle and allowing him to go even deeper. The new position had him hitting that sweet spot inside her with every thrust, driving her closer and closer to the edge. “Come on, baby, let me hear you”

“Johnny!” y/n cried out, her head tilting back and her hips arching with his thrusts.

Johnny's rough hands gripped her thighs possessively as he pounded into her, his powerful body glistening with sweat. He could feel her tightening around him, getting closer and closer to breaking. He loved the way she looked and sounded when he hit that spot inside her. “Damn it”

Y/n cried out, gripping his hair as he buried his face into her neck, his scruff scraping against her damp skin. He lifted his head and captured her lips in a fierce kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he continued his relentless assault on all her senses. His free hand wandered up her body, cupping and squeezing her breast as his hips never ceased their rhythmic thrusting.

“I need to cum!” her breath hitched. “God, I'm close”

He could feel her trembling around him, knowing she was on the edge. He nuzzled his face between her breasts, his hot breath fanning across her chest as he whispered, “You close, baby?” His voice was muffled but demanding.

“Yes!” y/n cried out desperately, wrapping her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper inside her. “Johnny, please!” she gripped his hair.

He nuzzled his face deeper between her breasts, his rough stubble scratching against her sensitive skin as he inhaled her scent deeply. His large hands spread her thighs wider as he continued to thrust into her, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over. “You gonna cum?”

“Yes!” she cried out.

Johnny growled in between her breasts, muffling his own groan as he felt you clamp down around him, her orgasm ripping through her like a freight train. He kept pounding into her, prolonging her climax as his own release built. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

With a feral groan, he slammed into y/n one last time, his own orgasm hitting him like a truck as he filled her with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he struggled to catch his breath. “Holy shit”

Y/n moaned softly, carding her fingers through his hair as he filled her up with his cum. He could feel her heart racing beneath his chest as he nuzzled against her neck, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He loved how she always seemed so small and fragile in his arms, despite her fiery personality. “Damn,” He murmured.

“Fuck, Johnny” y/n whispered.

He smiled against her neck, kissing the sensitive skin softly as he remained inside her. “‘Fuck’ is right” His hands stroked soothing patterns up and down her sides as their combined sweat cooled on their skin.

Y/n chuckled softly. Johnny lifted his head to gaze at her with a devilish smirk, his blue eyes still ablaze with remnants of passion. “You're gonna be the death of me, woman” He teased, pressing a playful nip to her lower lip before soothing it with his tongue, making her moan softly. He deepened the kiss briefly before pulling back slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled mischievously. “You always make that little sound” He murmured, his fingers slowly trailing down her side to her hip.

“Can't help it” y/n smiled, still dazed from pleasure.

Chuckling softly, he brushed a damp strand of hair away from her forehead, his touch lingering. “I know, it's adorable” Johnny murmured, his smirk widening as he gazed at her blissed-out expression.

Y/n smiled softly as Johnny leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before slowly pulling out of her, his expression softening as he watched her wince slightly. “Easy there” He murmured, his hands coming up to help steady her.

“I'm Good” y/n said softly, feeling the mixture of our releases trickle down the inside of her thigh. His eyes followed the path of their combined fluids, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “hang on,” He leaned down to press a kiss to her inner thigh, his tongue darting out to taste the mixture of the both of them. He could feel her shivering as he gently licked along her inner thigh, his hands gripping her legs possessively as he continued to clean the evidence of their passion. He loved how sensitive she always was after, how every little touch seemed to make her tremble.

Johnny's tongue darted higher, teasing at her sensitive folds as he growled. “Careful there, baby,” He knew he could easily get hard again just from watching her reactions. “We should probably get cleaned up” Though every inch of him wanted to stay right here, buried deep inside her again.

“okay” y/n nodded softly.

With a final lick, he stood up and scooped her into his arms, carrying her towards the bathroom. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, playing on taking care of her the rest of the night.

[boypied]

HORNY INTENTIONS

pairings: tyler lawrence gray x male reader

summary: step-bro tyler gets home and catches male reader watching porn and jerking off. He decides to give his step-brother a helping hand.

requested by: anonymous

word count: 825

warnings: smut, masterbation, spit, unprotected anal sex, dirty talk.

You throw your head back in pleasure as you beat your meat to an inch of its life, sweat drips off your hot body. Pre-cum dripping down your hand as you watch porn on the TV in your bedroom, a tanned bubble butt bottom getting pounded by his step-brother after a gym session. You've never edged this much before, but you've never felt such a pleasureful sensation in your life. You spit out on your cock lubing it up more so your hand can slide up and down it with ease, the sound moaning of the porn and wet squelching from you jerking off your cock that you don't hear your front door open and the sound of foot steps coming up the creaky stairs. "T-Tyler!" You whimper out in pure bliss as pre-cum drips down your already spit soaked cock, you moan out your step-brothers name in absolute pleasure without realising he's watching you through your half opened door.

He steps inside your bedroom watching you beat your meat, "thinking about your step-brother while jerking off," he says in a seductive tone causing you to jump slightly completely caught off guard and your hands dart down to try to hide your massive erection, he slowly unzips his jacket revealing his perfectly sculpted abs. "You've been thinking about these?" He says in a low tone as Tyler runs his hand down in his abs down until he reaches his bulge, gripping it slightly while biting his lip. You stare at him with wide eyes as you are completely lost for words, Tyler closes the gap between you both as he strides across your bedroom from the door to the bed while he strips off completely naked on his way.

"Did I catch my step-brother off guard? He says in a seductive tone as he climbs himself on top of you as he grips your arms by the wrist pining you down, his semi-hard cock swings down and hits your rock hard member. "You're so hot," you mumble out as you feel his hot breath against your face. He smirks slightly, turning to the side before turning back to meet your face, "I've wanted this for so long.. wrap your legs around me," he says while smirking. "You're so sweaty we could use it as lube" he says while laughing until he spits down and rubs it over his cock rubbing his tip against your hole. Your legs tighten around his waist as he presses his body against yours as he thrusts himself in right to the base. He throws his head back in a groan, and your mouth creates an 'O' shape.

Your warm insides mould into the size and shape of his cock, perfectly capturing every vein on his cock, it has even moulded to the slight curve his cock has. He owns your ass. Tyler gently places kisses all along your neck and jawline as he pounds away at your innocent hole, "T-Tyler!" You scream out in ecstasy as you feel your hole become putter with each thrust, whereas he places soft kisses along your jawline that are making you tingle. You grip the back of his hair as he fucks you senseless "Y-You're the best Step-Brother I could ever a-ask for!" You whimper out like a bitch in heat. He leans up slightly and wraps both hands around your neck, tightening it slightly as he watches you stick your tongue out while your mouth hangs open.

"Such. A. Fucking. SLUT." He says while thrusting in between his words, his spit in your mouth, and he enjoys watching you lap it up. "Taking me like a good boy, stepbro!" Tyler groans out as your tight muscle ring squeezes you with each thrust. He removes one hand from your throat and wraps it around your sensitive rock hard cock, that you've been edging for hours. "Cum for me" he says seductively, your mind is numb from the fact your stepbrother is pounding away at your hole while jerking you off that alone is what made you shoot your thick ropes of cum. Your eyes roll back as the long awaited cum shoots out of your sensitive red tip, hitting your chest and face. Getting a facial from your cum. Watching the pure bliss on your face and the fact your asshole gripped onto him tightly makes Tyler bust his load inside your velvet walls.

Tyler's thick ropes of cum paint your red walls white, he collapses against your body. Sweat dripping off his onto yours. "That was incredible" he mumbles out in your ear as he gently thrusts a couple more times before his cock becomes flaccid and slips out of your hole. He rolls off your body and down next to you, you turn to face him "best stepbrother ever" you say causing him to covering his face and burst out laughing, "fucking hell" he says while turning a new shade of red.

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[roc-haze]

Cool Girl | WillNE

It was easy to get caught up in the magic of it all.

A room full of sparkly athletes and even shinier glassware. Will was about 3 champagnes deep and having a hard time seeing anything other than the glare of the stage lights. A presenter he’d seen briefly on F1TV paced back and forth, anxiously wiping his palms on his dress trousers. Will occupied prime position of their table, with two empty seats next to him and a group of boys sat around the remainder of the table.

When Simon had suggested buying a seat at the inaugural ‘Recognising Faces in Sports Media’ gala, he had expected it to be an excuse to drink cheap wine and network for their respective business ventures. Will, along with both Cals, Chip, Josh and Harry had decided it would be a good opportunity to dress up and get out of the house for the night. An overflow of the media staff had resulted in many journalists, marketing executives and social media managers to be sporadically placed at other tables.

Looking up from his glass, Will caught a glimpse of a man he often spent his Sundays listening to. “Holy shit, Is that Lawrence Barretto?”.

Chip’s eyes darted upwards. “Oh fuck, it is.”

“Is it weird if I go talk to him? He has no clue who I am.” Will spoke nervously.

“Have another drink first. You look like you’re shitting bricks.” Harry laughed.

A voice came from behind them. “I hope you’re not shitting at my table.” A woman stood behind them, her hands resting on the back of the chair. Dressed in a gown that seemed to accentuate her best features and a smirk painting her face, she commanded their attention.

Will’s mouth was agape. For the love of god, sit next to me.

He could’ve sworn the heavens had opened when she sat next to him and not in the seat furthest away.

The mystery woman quirked an eyebrow as his eyes roamed her figure. Maybe if I look hard enough, she’ll be burned into my fucking retinas. Actually, maybe stop staring. She probably thinks I’m an absolute lemon. “Are you normally like this with women?”.

Laughter resounded around the table.

Freezy piped up. “I like you already.” Mystery woman shook hands with each of them, reaching out to extend her hand across the tablecloth, before finally turning to Will. She grinned, holding her hand out. “I’m Y/N.”

“Will. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He shook her hand politely, only to be surprised by the firm handshake he received. “You’ve got a firm grip on you.”

“A weak one’s not memorable.” She smiled. “Dare I ask how you’ve ended up here?”.

“Well, that bloke over there,” Will pointed at Simon, “decided that he wanted to spend an evening networking with some cool sportspeople and drinking from the open bar.”

“Ah, I see. Met anyone cool yet?” She sat further back in the chair, giving him her full attention.

“I’m pretty sure Lawrence Barretto is here. I might have to depend on some liquid courage to go introduce myself.” He took a sip of his drink, turning to face her. “How have you ended up here?”.

Y/N ran a hand along the fabric of her dress. “I dabble in sports media, nothing too crazy. I know a few people I could introduce you to if you’re an F1 fan.”

The chair next to her was suddenly pulled out from underneath the table and occupied by a tall Australian man.

Accepting a drink from him, she turned to Will. “Like this guy! This is Jimmy, he creates content for Aston Martin. Jimmy, this is Will. He’s wanting to meet cool people.”

Jimmy reached across, shaking Will’s hand. “Good to meet you, mate.”

Y/N looked between the two. “I’d say you’re pretty cool, Jim.”

He looked straight back at her. “You’re one to talk.” She grinned, making a zipping motion across her lips.

The next 35 minutes were spent debating the 2025 F1 season.

“I think we can all agree that the Alpine is a fucking tractor. Swapping out the drivers on round 5 doesn’t do anything to change that.” Y/N stated passionately, glass of whiskey in hand. “We’re seeing the same thing happen with Alphatauri.”

Jimmy interjected. “You mean Visa Cash App Racing Bulls.”

“I’m not calling them that. Ridiculous.” She laughed.

Lux raised an eyebrow. “You seem to know an awful lot about F1, Y/N.”

“Can’t a girl have hobbies?”. A smirk began to twitch at the corner of her mouth.

She was suddenly interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. Felipe Drugovich stood behind her. “Hey Y/N, they’ve just asked for us to get a photo.”

“Sure thing.” She stood, Felipe pulling the chair out of her way.

Jimmy laughed. “Saved by the bell.”

Simon glanced at the two of them walking away. “She’s way more interesting than we think, isn’t she?”.

“Oh, she’s a Pandora’s box.” Jimmy took a swig of his drink.

—

On the way back, Y/N was accompanied by Lance Stroll.

Ever the gentleman, he kept a hand on her lower back as he navigated her through the crowd. Y/N had been working with Aston Martin for a few years now, having first began her career in the social media team under BWT Racing Point in 2020. It was no secret around the Aston Martin office that the Canadian driver had kept his eye on her. He laughed a little louder when she was around, paid extra attention in meetings she ran and would regularly lie to his trainer about his nutrition just to indulge in frozen yogurt trips with Y/N. Since moving into a Head of Marketing and PR role, Y/N found herself working from home more often and opting out of as much travel. Lance hated it.

Arriving at the table, Y/N gently tapped Will’s shoulder. “I found someone almost as cool as Jimmy.”

Lance laughed. “Jimmy is significantly cooler.”

Introducing Lance to the table, Y/N watched as he stuck around for a couple of photos and a few minutes of small talk. Harry captured his attention, talking about their mutual interest in golf.

Will caught her eye. “Why do I get the feeling you do more than dabble?”.

“I could be a WAG, for all you know”. She held back a laugh.

The Geordie man pointed to the F1 driver standing just metres from him. “Are you?”.

“I’ll let you be the judge of that.” She sat back down, winking at him before returning to chatting with Jimmy. Lance walked past, placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’ll see you two later.”

Unbothered, both Jimmy and Y/N threw a “sounds good!” his way, wrapped up in their conversation about their latest favourite TikTok celebrity- Tiki the rescue dog.

—

“I feel like I have to get to know you. You’re a bit of an enigma to me at the moment.” Will whispered in Y/N’s over the MC introducing the next award category.

“Okay. What do you wanna know?” She gave him a pensive look.

“Favourite movie?”.

“10 Things I Hate About You. Easy.”

He laughed softly. “For Heath Ledger?.”

“For the nostalgia factor. But also Heath Ledger.”

“Drink of choice?”.

“Whiskey, soda and lime. Or like a real fucking crispy white wine.” She lifted her glass of whiskey as a show and tell.

“Guess I’ll have to make a note of that for when I buy you a drink.” He grinned.

“Will. It’s an open bar.” She laughed.

Shifting her attention to the MC, Jimmy jabbed her in the side.

“And for the best development in marketing strategy, Y/N L/N!” The MC shouted. She rose to her feet, Jimmy wrapping her up in a hug. The table sat with their jaws dropped.

Making her way up to the stage, the MC handed her the award and gestured toward the microphone. She stepped up to the plate.

“Thanks Greg.” Y/N smiled at the host. “My name is Y/N L/N, I’m the head of Marketing and PR for Aston Martin Aramco F1 team. This recognition means more than you know for my incredible colleagues.”

Will’s eyes were glued to her the whole time she spoke. The stage lights illuminated the highlights in her hair, her eyes seemed to twinkle with joy and the fan on stage hit just right, exposing a little bit of skin beneath her dress.

“Once again, thank you so much. Have a wonderful evening!” Y/N departed the stage, stopping to hug various colleagues on the way back. Staff from other teams, like McLaren and Williams, cheered her on. Lando Norris raised his glass as she met his eyes, winking in her direction.

Will laughed in disbelief as she sat back down next to him.

Lux shook his head. “So you’ve been listening to us talk about our businesses all evening, knowing that you are singlehandedly the most interesting person on the table?”.

She bit her cheek. “I’d say that’s relative to the individual. I’ve had a good time getting to know you guys.”

Will leant towards her. Mystery girl was hot. She commanded the room because she was the boss. She could’ve chosen to ignore him. But here she was, so close he could almost close the gap and taste the whiskey on her breath.

A familiar hand grabbed Will’s shoulder. Lando.

“I see you’ve met the marketing queen of the motorsport world.” Lando smirked. “Congratulations, Y/N. Don’t tell the McLaren team but I think you deserved this one.”

“You’re too sweet, Lando. Can’t help but feel like you’ve got an ulterior motive.” She winked.

“Oh I’m just waiting for you to accept McLaren’s job offer. The paddock is much better looking when you’re around.” He leant down slightly, resting his hand on the back of her chair.

“I’ll accept McLaren’s offer when Lance decides to move on.” She sipped her drink. Lando rolled his eyes, exchanging hugs with Will before moving on to socialise with the next table.

Will leaned forward. “Are you going to accept my offer?”.

Confusion spread across her face. “For what?”.

“A drink. Open bar or not.” His eyes flickered to her lips.

“Oh please, I’m an award winner. It’s a $20 cocktail or it’s nothing.” She quirked an eyebrow.

“Alright, cool girl. I could swing that.”

-

Author’s notes:

This one is for @mrswillne, @livvymd, @valntynebaby, @happyclifford, @frankie-n, @joisthriving & @pretendyoucantseeme 🫶

Slowly making my way back to writing, thanks for your patience!!

Lots o luv,

Roc xx

[vampirebloodie]

Saw Characters and what are they like in bed (Headcanons)

Warning: NSFW Smut 18+

Mark Hoffman

His favorite hobby is taking out a stressful day at work on your body.

He is an aggressive and not kind guy, but if you asked him, he would make an effort to be as soft as possible.

Biting, choking, slapping, hair pulling and various marks on your body would be common, he loves to show other people that you have an owner

Sex anywhere and everywhere without shyness and fear of being caught, if he feels horny it doesn't matter, he will fuck you right there or even drag you to a nearby bathroom

He likes to inject his sperm into you and see it running down your pussy, it gives a feeling of power

Call him "daddy" and watch this man become a machine that will make you cum for hours and hours

Condoms doesn't exist in his world

He loves seeing your ruined makeup stain your face while he calls you the most humiliating names possible

“Look at this pathetic slut finishing herself on my dick. How embarrassing."

Handcuffs? Oh yes, he would make a point of pinning you to the bed with them

He is a little cold, but then he would take care of you and your bruises, with ointments and kisses

Peter Strahm

Only his face seems to be rude, he is so sweet, always careful for fear of hurting you, always asking if you're okay and if you're comfortable

“Beautiful, im not hurting you, am i? Tell me if it hurts and i ll stop.”

At one point it gets annoying and you just ask him not to be so careful, maybe you might regret it later, because he will definitely destroy you

He likes to be called sir and agent, while he calls you darling, princess, beautiful

“You like it when this agent destroys your pussy, don’t you, princess?”

Praise kink???? praise kink!!!!!

His ties would be used to make it impossible for you to see

He would be a little afraid of cumming inside you and the results come in 9 months, but when he was horny, this would be totally ignored

He thinks the size of his hands are perfect for marking your neck and ass

After it was over, he would make a point of giving you a massage and buying some sweets for you to eat

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight

He is a super shy boy, when he see your naked body his cheeks would turn red immediately

This boy loves boobs and is obsessed with them, he likes to squeeze, lick, suck, play with your nipples

Talking about nipples, this is definitely the most sensitive part of his body, when your nails drag there it can be enough to make him squirm

Moans moans moans MOANS >>>LOUD<<<

Whimpers and tears are already part of him

He is so submissive that you feel sorry, if you told him to lick your feet he would do it right away

“Please mommy, i ll do whatever you want, let me inside you... I just want to cum, im so needy...”

Mommy kink??? Mommy kink!!! The more you are in a higher position than him, the more he likes it.

You are his world, he will do anything you want, he doesn't care, he just want you to feel good and satisfied

He is a baby!!! after sex he would stick to you like a bug just to get some affection from you, please take care of him!

Amanda Young

A super versatile woman, but who hates being the submissive in the relationship

She likes to see you writhing beneath her begging for more

A toy collector, she would buy the biggest ones just to test them on your pussy

Strapons are her favorite and your ass was her favorite thing too

“This hungry ass swallows this cock so well, im so proud of my girl, hm?”

She can be a little sadistic and likes to make you feel pain, but if you told her you didn't like it, she would stop right away

Public places? Public places!!!

She's not afraid of anything, she's faced a lot in her life, having sex in public wouldn't affect her in any way

John would always warn you to make less noise, but who said she cares about that?

Then she would lie with you, stroking your hair until you fell asleep and thanking you for being in her life

Lawrence Gordon

Oh Doctor Gordon, even outside of work he loves to play doctor and patient with you, making you take off your clothes for a very specific routine "exam"

“We need to do an exam, i see that you are not very well, i will have to analyze the inside of you...”

He's the ultimate romantic in the world, he would never have the courage to have rougher sex with you, but if you insisted a lot, who knows, maybe some hair pulling and slapping would happen?

He would definitely cum inside you with the intention of getting you pregnant and making you both stay connected forever

If you were on a date and he felt horny, he would pay the bill immediately and take you to his car

He loves seeing you in colorful lingerie and would buy several for you to wear only with him in intimate moments.

He cares more about your pleasure than his pleasure, if you cum? He will be happy and satisfied. If he doesn't cum? Who cares, then he would masturbate and that's it

He's the type of guy who takes a while to come, so your sex lasts a long time but always leaves you wanting another piece of him

Quickies at his doctor's office? Why not?

Your favorite food, lots of sweets, affection and a good and delicious bath would be prepared just for you after sex

[maxillness]

F1 drivers (Current/Retired) kinks

(Another math class I’m bored in)

Feat (in order) :: Logan Sargeant, Mark Webber, Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel, Nico Rosberg, Michael Schumacher, Kimi Räikkonen, Sergio Perez, Fernando Alonso, Mika Häkkinen, Charles Leclerc, Lance Stroll, Kevin Magnussen, Jenson Button, Nico Hülkenberg, Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, Carlos Sainz, Oscar Piastri

- Logan

This man LOVES pegging

Especially if he rides you with his front facing a mirror 😍🫶

He loves seeing himself as the mess you made him

- Mark

Varies

If you’re Sebastian’s sister, he’d have the BIGGEST breeding kink

If you’re Oscar’s sister, he’d have a corruption kink; loves to fuck the innocence out of you

(Age gap is a must)

- Daniel

Anything to do with toys, really

*cough* Virgin Verstappen!reader gives extra points *cough*

- Sebastian

BMW!Sebastian would LOVE a dominant partner

RBR!Sebastian has a breeding kink, change my mind

Ferrari!Sebastian would fuck Charles’ sister. That’s it

AM!Sebastian loves the thought of potentially getting caught

- Nico R.

Hamilton!Reader… Wolff!Reader… Schumacher!Reader

Anything to do with teammates family member, honestly

- Michael

Benetton!Michael needs somebody to teach him sex. Man was a virgin back then- you can’t change my mind

Ferrari!Schumacher would pound you so hard that if the team didn’t watch the race, they’d know he won anyways

Mercedes!Michael loves the sounds you make when you’re trying to stay quiet

- Kimi

Drunk sex… Or inappropriate use of ice cubes

- Sergio

He gives off… Secret relationship vibes. Engineer!Reader I think

- Fernando

Loves to dirty talk you in Spanish, even if you don’t understand it

- Mika

Coulthard/Schumacher!Reader would mysteriously have hickies all over their body after a race weekend for some reason 🤷‍♀️

- Charles

As well as Logan; man would BEG you to peg him, especially when he drove for Alfa Romeo

- Lance

If it was male!reader; secret relationship and fucking quietly while visiting Lawrence

If female!reader, he’d love for her to leave hickies and various bruises over his body, making sure everybody knows he’s not available

- Kevin

Kitchen sex, especially if you had just baked or cooked

- Jenson

I can see him loving car sex for some reason, as well as messy sex, where y’all need an hour long bath afterwards

- Nico H.

Loves when you call him his full name. Not just Nico, nah-ah. If you call this Man Nicolas, he’d have you bent over the nearest surface

- Max

Would have Leclerc/Perez!Reader dominate him to his core. LOVES to be sore days after

- Lewis

Loves to see his hand around your throat, especially if you’re riding him and your front is faced a mirror

- Carlos

McLaren!Carlos would fuck the shit out of Norris!Reader and won’t even be subtle about it

- Oscar

He loves when you tug at his hair, making him do what you want him to do

[kezdispenser]

Could you do a sensei wolf x reader, where the reader is a Cobra Kai sensei and she sees Wolf for the first time at the cocktail mixer and is immediately into him, and the next day she finds out who he is, and the mood is changed. But they're still into each other throughout the tournament.

Collision Course | Sensei Wolf x fem!reader

Summary: The request.

Word Count: 1031

A/N: I love the incoming requests and i’m trying my best to write them all for you guys 🫶🏼

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The cocktail mixer was buzzing, the air thick with overpriced liquor and the scent of expensive cologne. You weren’t here for the schmoozing—just the free drinks and the chance to see what kind of competition you’d be dealing with.

Then you saw him.

Tall, broad, standing just on the outskirts of the crowd like he belonged there but didn’t give a fuck about it. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, and an expression that said he was either seconds from leaving or seconds from breaking someone’s nose.

You liked that in a man.

You didn’t even realize you were staring until your fellow Cobra Kai sensei nudged you, voice low with amusement. “You planning to introduce yourself, or just eye-fuck him from across the room?”

You ignored them, finishing the rest of your drink before making your way over. You weren’t shy. If you wanted something, you got it.

“You don’t look like you belong here.”

You stepped into his space, deliberate, testing.

He finally looked at you—really looked. Slow. Unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world to decide if you were worth his attention. “And you do?”

You smirked. “I blend when I want to.”

His gaze flickered, just for a second. “That right?”

“Mm.” You let your eyes drag over him, taking in the sharp jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way he looked like he’d rather be anywhere but here. “But you? You’re standing like you’re one bad conversation away from putting someone through a table.”

His lips twitched—just barely. “Maybe I’m just waiting for the right conversation.”

Heat curled low in your stomach. Oh.

“That supposed to be an invitation?”

His head tilted slightly. “That depends. You stepping up or just passing through?”

God, he was dangerous. And you were fucking thrilled about it.

The conversation was short, but charged. Every word, every glance, was laced with something unspoken but undeniable. And when you parted ways that night, you had every intention of picking up where you left off.

Until the next morning.

Until you walked into the tournament venue, fresh off your flirting high, and Johnny fucking Lawrence grabbed your arm like he was about to deliver the worst news of your life.

“Okay, listen to me,” he started, looking way too serious. “Wolf? Total fucking dickhead.”

You frowned. “You’ve got history or something?”

“Oh, you mean besides him being a three-time Sekai Taikai champion and walking around like his balls weigh ten pounds each?” Johnny scoffed. “He took the last two pieces of steak at the mixer last night. Two. Didn’t even ask if anyone else wanted one.”

“…You’re mad about steak?”

“Yes, I’m mad about steak! But also, the guy’s a prick. Always acts like he’s above everyone.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Well, that’s just fucking great.”

“What?” Johnny narrowed his eyes.

You hesitated for half a second before muttering, “I may have… been into him. Like, before I knew who he was.”

Johnny stared at you like you just admitted to burning down a homeless shelter.

“…Are you—Are you serious? Him?”

“It was before I knew!”

“Yeah, well, now you know.” Johnny crossed his arms. “So, what, you still into him?”

You should’ve said no. Should’ve shrugged it off, laughed about it, maybe even bitched about Wolf like everyone else did.

But when you glanced across the arena and caught Wolf’s gaze from across the mats, the way his expression stayed unreadable but his eyes lingered just a second too long…

Yeah.

You were still into him.

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You had just dismissed your student, watching them jog off with the rest of the Cobra Kai group, when you felt someone step into your space.

“You let them get away with too much.”

You turned, already scowling. And of course, it was him.

Wolf stood there, arms crossed, looking at you like you were some kind of experiment he hadn’t decided was worth his time yet.

You exhaled sharply. “Oh, let me guess. You’re here to tell me how your way is better?”

“I don’t need to,” he said evenly. “The results speak for themselves.”

Your jaw clenched. “You don’t know shit about my students.”

“I know enough,” he said simply. “You hold back.”

You scoffed, stepping closer. “No, I train them. There’s a difference between building fighters and just breaking them.”

Wolf tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Only weak things break.”

Your fingers twitched at your sides. “Tell me, do you actually believe half the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, or do you just like hearing yourself talk?”

His lips twitched—annoyingly close to a smirk.

“I’m starting to think Johnny was right about you,” you muttered.

Wolf raised a brow. “Oh?”

You crossed your arms. “Yeah. He said you were a total fucking dickhead.”

This time, Wolf actually smirked. “Because of the steak?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Among other things.”

He hummed, amused, and you were about to step away before he caught your wrist.

Not hard. Not forceful. Just there.

The air between you shifted.

You should’ve yanked your hand back. Should’ve glared at him, told him to fuck off

But you didn’t.

Instead, your breath hitched as he pulled you back—just enough for your chest to brush his.

“Careful, Sensei,” he murmured, voice low. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start thinking you don’t actually hate me.”

Your pulse skidded.

Your lips parted slightly, and for half a second, you thought he was going to kiss you.

Instead, he leaned in, his breath ghosting over your ear as he whispered, “But I think you like playing with things that bite.”

Your stomach clenched, heat curling through your spine.

Then, just as smoothly as he’d grabbed you, he let go.

Your fingers twitched where he’d held you, and when you looked up, he was already walking away.

You exhaled sharply, shoulders tense, before shaking your head and muttering, “Fucking asshole.”

But your pulse was still racing.

And you hated that you fucking loved it.

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The tournament was winding down for the day, the crowd thinning, the tension in the air shifting from competition to exhaustion. You lingered near the empty mats, arms crossed, replaying your students’ performances in your head.

You weren’t alone.

You felt him before you saw him.

Wolf had a way of existing in your space without permission, like he already knew you’d notice him. And fuck, you did.

“You still pissed about earlier?” His voice was low, even. Like he wasn’t the one who had pulled you close, whispered filth in your ear, and walked away like it was nothing.

You exhaled sharply, tilting your head toward him. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

His lips twitched. “Didn’t answer the question.”

You rolled your eyes. “No, Wolf. I’m not still pissed.”

He hummed, watching you too closely. “Then what are you?”

You hesitated.

Because what the fuck were you?

Frustrated? Turned on? Pissed that you couldn’t stop thinking about the way his breath had brushed your skin earlier?

You didn’t answer, and that silence must’ve been enough. Wolf took a step closer—casual, but not really. Not with the way his presence wrapped around you, dark and steady.

“You ever gonna tell me why you looked at me the same?” he asked.

Your breath caught in your throat.

He remembered. That first night at the cocktail mixer—before you knew who he was, before all of this—you had stared at him like you wanted to sink your teeth into him. And he had looked back like he wanted to let you.

Now you were here.

And he was still looking at you like that.

Your throat worked. “Maybe I just like dangerous things.”

Wolf exhaled slowly, stepping even closer. Close enough that the heat of his body ghosted against yours.

“Yeah?” His voice was barely above a murmur. “Then prove it.”

Your pulse slammed against your ribs.

You knew what he was doing. Knew you could back away, throw some sarcastic remark, walk out of here with some dignity left.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you reached up, curling your fingers into the front of his gi, and pulled.

The moment your lips met, it was nothing soft. Nothing slow.

It was heat, frustration, and all the unspoken tension that had been crackling between you since the second you locked eyes.

Wolf didn’t hesitate. His hands found your waist, fingers digging in just enough to ground you as he kissed you like he had been waiting. Like this was inevitable.

You made a sound against his lips—half a sigh, half a challenge—and he took it as permission to push you back until your spine met the nearest wall.

Your head tilted, and his mouth traced the curve of your jaw, down to the spot beneath your ear. You shivered.

Then he stopped.

Not completely, but enough to leave just enough space between you for air.

You blinked up at him, dazed, breathing hard.

Wolf studied you, eyes dark, thumb barely skimming your waist. “You good?”

You swallowed, lips still parted. “I should say no.”

His mouth curved slightly, his nose barely brushing yours. “But you won’t.”

You exhaled sharply, fingers still fisting his gi.

“Not a fucking chance.”

And this time, when he kissed you, you didn’t stop him.

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Love ur work btw !

Can I have a

Millionaire shortcake , lemon slice  with tiramisu , blueberry bars served by Fernando Alonso <3

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want to submit your own order? then hit up the menu! i love working on these kinds of things so i am always open to hear more! show me what you've got! there are tons of things to often off of, so please submit your prompts! <3 (i have fallen into a fernando alonso pit, i will be making this everyone's problem!) - this did get a little away from me <3

millionaire shortcake: "if they saw you now, you'd be the biggest shame to your family." + lemon slice: "i'm sorry, what was that? i can’t hear you over all that noise you’re making." + tiramisu: “my little slut to ruin.” + blueberry bars: “gonna make you a mamma and you're gonna make me a daddy.” served by fernando alonso (formula one)!!

tags: smut/pwp, stroll!reader, driver!reader, nicknames (princess), breeding kink/pregnancy, dirty talk/degrading language, age gap (26/43), baby trapping

lawrence stroll's lovely daughter. quite the looked when fernando caught a glimpse of you, you were cute in the greens of aston matrin. the team your father owned. you were the princess of the track, with pouty lips and eyes that drew poor fernando right in.

he didn't really touch you in an intimate way until your twenty-sixth birthday. you were in your apartment in montreal and at your party, you clung to fernando like a lifeline. after a few hastily made, strong drinks, you were even more clingy. backed up against him in your kitchen. you wobbled beside him and kissed him on the neck.

fernando tried to keep himself composed. but all resolve broke into tiny little pieces when you said the words,

"c'mon, fernny. i want you to fuck me."

now since that first night he took you. he had become a rather frequent visitor to your hotel rooms across the globe. when he invaded you space, he would whisper filth to you. my little slut to ruin. there were more than enough photos of you making needy eyes for your teammate.

aston martin's princess may have found her prince!

will fernando the knight guard his teammate's first championship?

you one time laughed when you saw a rumor blog debating over if you were pregnant or not because of a photo of you and fernando where he accidentally placed his hand on your middle as you were standing there on the curb about to cross the street.

fernando had to admit, he was a little obsessed with you. and while he loved to see the princess ride high with every win. he also loved it when you rode him in the quietness of private rooms. it had been over a year and now in your second season as teammates, you were at your second grand prix. fernando was feeling confident, it didn't hurt that you looked only the sweetest during media day.

it only added fuel to the fire in his belly when you told the press, "well, i consider the spanish grand prix like my second home race!" and gave that winner's smile. maybe if he finished inside of you enough times inside of you, you'll be at least 10% spanish by the time the weekend was over.

he spent the break between interviews fisting his cock in a single stall washroom. he panted as he kept his shirt up and away from his leaky, needy cock. he felt like a teen as his masturbated roughly to mental images of you. call it old age, call it a primal need. but he needed to breed you. he didn't have it when he was married or when he was engaged the second time. but as he saw you in a green sundress in the warm afternoon, speaking very highly over the spanish track, the race and even the country itself. your laugh echoed in his brain as he wondered how nice you'd look with a slight slope to your middle.

fernando's hand on your middle as he shuffled you out of cold montreal and to warmer madrid. he didn't expect you to raise his child in that apartment of yours. not with that leaky tap (that you refused to fix) and how the cold seemed to seep through the walls. - you had all this money and yet you loved vintage things, things with stories. (maybe that was why you loved fernando so much). his home in spain had more than enough room for you and his child. plus, the lack of snow and warmer winters, would be good for you and the baby.

he continued to pleasure himself to thoughts you meeting him at the finish line. not as his teammate, but as his wife. and he knew you weren't stopping at one chubby alonso baby. what sent him over the edge was the thought of you smiling in that sun dress with your hand with your swollen middle. beaming at him, your husband.

he felt driven as he looked at the cum on his hand. he wouldn't waste anymore. he was gonna make you a momma and you were gonna make him a daddy.

he washed his hands and left. his mind working over time to figure out how to get the lovely miss strong and turn her into the beautiful mrs. alonso.

-

turned out fucking you bareback wasn't a hard feat to accomplish. champagne made you horny and your win in spain made you run on a high that let fernando escort you back to your hotel.

he could see your breasts through your team t-shirt and the want went straight to his cock. you leaned up against him and he ushered you into his hotel room. "i'll keep you safe tonight, princess. don't need the paparazzi coming to your door." and you only kissed his scratchy jaw.

you looked at him and giggled, "fernny!!" and pulled him in for a kiss. you moaned with his lips against yours and only giggled more when he pulled you in by the waist.

"do you want me?"

you whined and pressed into him further. you babbled incoherent nonsense as you pawed at his own green shirt.

fernando chuckled, "i'm sorry what was that? i can't hear you over all the noises you're making."

you pouted at your teammate, "c'mon, fernny. you're being a tease! of course i want you. i know you're old, but you're not stupid!" then giggled when he got you onto the bed.

you kicked your sneaked off and wiggled out of your outfit with some trouble. your head and your movements were mixed up, leaving you caught up in your t-shirt. fernando thought you awkward movements were still beautiful. you licked your lips when he took off his hat and t-shirt. you soon saw the tattoo near his hip.

you hated that his tattoos made you soaked.

he stripped naked and his cock only made you stomach flip. he crowded your space once more now on the bed, you were backed against the headboard and fernando grabbed you by the legs till you were up against him. his cock was at full attention, your core clenched at the sight of him. there was a strength to him that excited you. you moaned and fernando eyed your naked body.

"such a pretty princess." he mused. you looked divine. he licked his lips before he pushed you further against the headboard. your legs around his waist. he sank into you and could see the future written in your eyes.

hard to bend over at that point in your pregnancy. but the toys weren't going to pick themselves up. you could hear the patter of feet and look over to see your boys at your legs. three kids in a little over six years was quite the feat. you and fernando wanted a baby girl, but you were on boy three. but you loved them, just like you loved your husband.

fernando felt hot as you took him beautifully. he could easily slot himself into you and he exhaled deeply as he grabbed you a little tighter by the thighs and hiked your hips up further to get the perfect angle. not that his swimmers were in short supply, but he wanted to make sure that nothing was wasted.

he was a man on a mission, he wanted to see you fat with his child. the end of racing and be his wife. it only spurred him on as he moved up against you.

fernando came home and saw you with his sons. the spanish driver loved the sight of you with them. hard to tell you were such a force on the track, a near menace to other drivers. you were so tender with your boys, your middle a little softer, hips a little wider. breasts still tender and larger in a way that made fernando turned on. he knew that he'd get a feel for his wife's soft curves once the boys were in bed.

the thoughts picked up which only made him move faster. his cock throbbed with a heated, healthy want. he got to take your cute pussy and keep it all to himself. not any of these young guns on the track. you wanted mature, older, a stallion. not a show pony. he knew exactly how to make you squirm. plant himself in you and watch you ache for him. he got you even closer to him. he loved it as he continued to fuck you heavily. this was heaven to him, only made more perfect by your beautiful noises.

"you're mine, princess. but you knew that alright. all mine." he groaned as he eyed your beautiful body. more curves that a race track and you fucked like a quick fever. how you moved against him. this was supposed to be a f1 driver, under him and allowing yourself to be used by your older teammate. such a naughty girl.

he shuddered, 'if they saw you now. you'd be the biggest shame to your family."he bullied his cock into your sweet cunt. he could feel that you wanted him. that you needed him. he held onto you tightly and worked your soaked cunt. he curled over you and continued to leave you breathless.

pleasure coursed in your blood as he fucked you. he grasped his shoulders as your body moved with each thrusts of his hips. his cock hit all the right spots. it was like you two were made for one another. he worked you with heavy thrusts. he watched you expressions shift as the pleasure took over. your sweet moans only encouraged him. he wanted to feel you, breed you.

hard to race when the uniform doesn't fit anymore. and the fia wouldn't let a pregnant driver on the track. and even if they did, fernando sure as hell wouldn't let you get into a car that fast. - or at the very least not drive it at speeds that could kill.

he needed you in ways that he never needed another. he made you feel the pleasure through your body. all this time on earth and he had never met anyone else like you. you felt like the world was at his finger tips. he continued his rapid movements and felt the excitement of sexual want with you. he needed you. his little teammate, his little wife. the racing princess. it's alright your kids with him will be racers. strong, just like their mama and papa.

"feels better with no protection, princess. let all of me feel all of you." he groaned. he licked his lips. his cock head nudged against you. he loved the feeling against you. your soaked cunt just kept pulling him in, "the princess, under me. all spread out, needy for me. i love how soft you look." his voice was a low growl as he continued to move. his words filled your mind as your heartbeat increased, "so beautiful." he groaned. you were only going to get more beautiful with his child. baby at your hip while you made dinner. the perfect wife. his pace staggered as the heat moved through you. you panted while he groaned.

your pulse pounded, you felt excitement through your body. you were so exposed to him. all for his taking, you were totally his. he could feel the pleasure in his mouth like familiar wine. better than anything he could ever devour. in between your legs was the finest feast.

"please fernando. please, fuck! you drive me crazy." you gasped, "you don't know how hard it is to focus when i can only think about you!" your words were beautiful and fernando loved it.

"beautiful." he purred.

the moments were erratic, the movements were fast and left you both heavily panting. his pace took the air out of your lungs as he carved himself into you. fernando knew he had you all to himself. now under him and soon at the alter on your wedding day. you held onto him tightly as you came around his cock. your soaked cunt clenched around him and unintentionally leg-locked him. which meant that he couldn't pull out. your body knew that you wanted his baby.

he only bullied his cock further into you. he wanted to gorse himself on you loving sex. he loved the feeling, you really were a princess. and you were all fernando's. a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside of you. he said a quiet prayer and hoped his boys found a comfy home in your soft womb. no more racing for you miss stroll. he fucked you through his orgasm and it left you so painfully overstimulated. your brain felt blurry as you tried to come back to reality.

fernando finally pulled out and curled up around you. you laid beautifully next to him. his hand graed your middle. he kissed under your ear as the air of the room cooled down. fernando whispered quietly into your ear,

"my princess, i'll always protect you."

-

fernando practically sprinted to you after the victory less than a year later. he was on his knees as soon as he could and kissing your pregnant swell. he held you by the waist and beamed like summer's light. the cameras flashed and you laughed. mr and mrs. fernando alonso, during a new high in his career.

"you did it." you laughed as he got to his feet once more. he held you by the waist and admired your beauty. you leaned to kiss him on the cheek, "you fuckin' did it."

fernando placed a hand on your middle and was so close to you, "only possible because of you, princess."

your belly looked beautiful. the joke around the paddock was that fernando was trying to secure his seat at aston martion by becoming the boss' son-in-law. there also was an air of shock that fernando could ever have a chilf. but the evidence was in the slope of your middle and the slight ache in your back.

he gave you a quick kiss, wanting to make sure you weren't doused in champagne.

fernando's arm eventually was around you once more with a hand on your proud middle. he laughed for the cameras and you admire him with such love, "well, my family is more important than any trophy. they push me to be the best, so i hope that i can win another world championship for them." and then he kissed you on the cheek.

it was quite the shocker when the news came out. especially for your family, both your father and brother wanted to kill fernando for a good while. fernando was quick to propose and promise that he wasn't going anywhere. you were the mother to his child after all. he had to protect you and your baby. that seemed to settle things with your family.

now you were happily married.

as he save you one last kiss in front of the cameras, a promise of what was to come was made in private. you smiled at your husband and he smiled back at you. if you couldn't win this years wdc, then fernando would just have to do it for the both of you <3

[hiskillingjar]

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 :)

[maras-mischief]

To Hell with It…

Forty years. Forty goddamn, soul-crushing, ball-busting, and migraine-inducing years. And what did I have to show for it? I was a balding, middle-aged widower. I spent the best years of my life trying to raise two kids after the love of my life died in a hit and run. But being a single parent was no match for social media and the internet. Now I have two spoiled, entitled, cruel, and brainless leeches living in my house. No jobs, no ambition to higher education, just a selfish, delusional, narcissistic existence that they think actually matters. And don’t even get me started on the state of the world. Nothing but a veritable outhouse filled with hate-shitting mouth breathers. A dumpster fire filled with self-indulgent, petty, and recklessly retarded pseudo-people blundering in the darkness. When my ingrate children asked if they had to visit their mother’s grave on Mother’s Day, I lost it and said, TO HELL WITH IT!

I did the one thing every member in my family swore to never do, I opened Goody Bishop’s locket. My very distant grandmother was an accused witch in Salem. Her locket, said to be demonic in nature, was passed down the family. Every generation was swore to guard it and never open it. With my new found apathy to life, I opened it.

Ah, thank you mortal. I’ve been cooped up for so long in that accursed thing.

“Where are you?”

I do not possess the power yet to manifest my own corporeal self. I would need a host body.

“Okay. Take mine.”

What?

“You heard me. Take mine.”

Young descendant of Goody Bishop, you do not comprehend what you say.

“Let me take a stab at it. You’re a demon, probably a succubus based on the family stories. You used my great-grandmother’s body back in the day and almost got caught. She captured you in her locket so she wouldn’t be put to death. You need a body to consume enough sexual energy to create your demonic body. To do so, you possess a mortal.”

Okay, you know some things, but…

“But if you possess me you’ll change me. My soul will burn away as we consume the souls of the living by fucking them to death.”

Correct.

“Fine.”

Fine?

“Yes. I don’t want any of this anymore. Take my body. Take my soul, I don’t want the fucking thing. I want be free of this cursed fucking place and my horrible fucking life. Let’s tear some shit up. Let’s fuck and fight. Let’s enthrall and devour. Let’s ride this corrupt fucking world to the end with a smile on our face and glee in our corrupt heart.”

You are a strange mortal Lawrence Bishop.

“So. Is that a yes or a no?”

Oh, it’s a definite yes. This will hurt. The transformation always does. And the burning away of your soul will be agony.

“Good.”

Okay.

I don’t know what I expected to happen as I felt the demon enter my body. But the pure blue flames that encapsulated my body was certainly not it. The searing heat enveloped me and I felt skin, muscle, and fat burn away. There was pain, but there was also pleasure. I could feel the old me burning away. It was the burden of my life being consumed by the flames. I watched as the fire burned my manhood and scorched a channel into my body. The pain of having my cock burn away was replaced by the glorious searing pain of my vagina being branded into my feminine body. My scream echoed through the room as the demon snapped bones like twigs and remade them to be more subtle to its host needs.

You are a strange mortal, indeed. I’ve never seen a mortal enjoy the transformation before.

“Give me more.”

The flames dove into my psyche and my soul. I felt the demon’s archaic and arcane knowledge fill and expand my mind. I knew things about humanity only a denizens of the underworld could know. The azure flames delved into the core of my being and found the kernel of my essence, my soul. The bright burning flame poured over it like liquid corruption and burned it away a layer at a time.

Now, isn’t this interesting. Mortals repress so much.

As my soul and morals turned to char, repressed memories surfaced. The love of my life, the woman I’d convinced myself was my end-all, be-all was a cheating slut. I caught her coming out of a trashy motel with her lover and ran them both over with the family SUV. I told the kids that she’d been killed in a hit and run, which was true—I hit her and ran. With no guilt or shame weighing me down, I reveled in the memory of running the cheating bitch over. More guilt and shame evaporated as my soul was burned down to embers. My children were entitled little shits because I hadn’t raised them. I let their smart phones and social media parent them, I was too busy working and repressing my guilty conscience. As the last ember of my soul burned with a satisfying pop, I opened my eyes and grinned.

Well now, isn’t this interesting. I’ve never had a mortal embrace demonity before. We are a new breed of imp. What shall we do next, Lawrence?

“Lawrence is gone, Elsabeth. Yes, I know your name. We are neither and both. We shall be…Lillian, in honor of our Mother.”

My Mother.

“No, ours. Now shall we feed?”

Yes, I’m starving. Who shall we consume first?

——————————

Lisa heard the most obscene sounds coming for her brother’s bedroom. She’d fucked in her bedroom before with her Dad home, but she tried to keep it quiet. The bitch LJ was fucking was all but screaming in orgasm. The perverse part of Lisa needed to sneak a peek at her brother and his noisy slut. It was probably Meredith Osbourne—that fat skank had a reputation for fucking anyone and being a noisy bitch to boot.

Lisa opened the door slightly and saw a beautiful and sexy girl riding her brother’s cock. The look of joy on her brother’s face was beyond human. It looked like he was high as well as getting fucked. Lisa had never seen anything like it, not even in porn. Watching the mesmerizing woman fuck her brother made Lisa want to touch herself. As soon as the thought entered her mind, her hand was sliding into her already damp panties. Her other hand squeezed her tit as she fell into rhythm with the euphoric fornication on the bed.

Lillian felt Lisa’s presence in the doorway as she rode and slowly milked LJ’s essence out of his body. The seduction of LJ was bittersweet. Had he been Lawrence’s son, it would have made the copulation that more delicious. But from the first kiss, Lillian knew that LJ was not Lawrence’s kin. It was sweet in fucking and slowly consuming the cheating bitches love child, though. With every squeeze, her pussy cock milked more and more of LJ’s soul through his delving cock into Lillian’s ravenous body.

“Cum inside me. Surrender everything to me.”

“Yes.”

Lisa watched as her brother sat up and embraced the girl. He roared as he thrust as deep as possible and released every drop of cum into her nubile and salacious body.

“More.”

The roar evolved into a cry of panic as Lillian drained his body and soul. Lisa arousal turned to horror as she watched her brother’s arms wither around the woman. He kept pumping and crying as more and more of his essence poured into the girl. Lillian purred as she was filled and sated with the soul and life force of her lover. Her power unfurled in her new body and she felt a succubus tail slither from her tailbone and caress her desiccated lover.

“Enjoy the show?”

Lisa froze as the creatures eyes turned on her. The flesh colored tail curled and whipped around the creature as she pulled herself of LJ’s mummified corpse. Blue flames danced in her eyes as she locked onto Lisa. Satisfied with her meal, Lillian had a new plan for Lisa.

“Come here, Child.”

Lisa’s body moved involuntarily towards the creature who was now sitting on the edge of the bed. She wanted to scream and run away. She knew this thing was evil. It had just drained her brother dry of…everything. But the fire burning in the creature’s eyes had Lisa enthralled. She shuffled towards the naked being and knelt in front of her.

“So young and full of promise.”

Lisa gasped as a light and sensual touch caressed her face. The voice dripped into her ears like venomous honey and coated her mind. Lisa would surrender anything to that touch and that voice. She felt her pussy throb with need as the creature pulled Lisa into a passionate kiss. The last remnant of Lisa’s will evaporated as a bifurcated tongue danced in her mouth. The creature moaned as it savored the taste of Lisa’s lips. Lisa moaned in kind as her body quivered for more.

“You’re his kin; perfect. I need to corrupt and extend my powers in this world. You will be my first acolyte. You will hold a place of honor in my new world.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Lisa’s mind was already surrendering to the demoness before her. In her soul, she knew this creature was a succubus. She could also feel a kinship to the creature.

“Surrender yourself to me. Prove your loyalty.”

“Anything.”

Lillian smiled, her new longer canine teeth on display for the first time. She kissed Lisa on the lips sweetly then gently lowered Lisa’s face between her thighs. Lisa inhaled the scent of sex and cum as her face was pulled into Lillian’s dripping vagina. Lisa heard Lillian’s desire in her mind as she lapped up the rivulet of cum escaping from Lillian’s sated pussy. Lillian moaned as her new acolyte cleaned her pussy and consummated her devotion to her. New knowledge and power wormed into Lisa’s soul. She understood everything now. She knew who and what her Mistress was and desired. She knew that Lillian would slowly consume her soul over the years and if she proved a loyal and worthy acolyte Lisa would ascend herself.

Lisa stood and wiped a drop of her dead brother’s cum off her lips. Lillian purred as she felt her hold cement on her new minion. This world was ripe for the taking. It was corrupt and ignorant. She would have no trouble ascending to power. But first, she needed to discard the remains of her old life.

“Lisa, my dear.”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Take your brother’s remains and put them in living room.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then gather everything of value. We are moving on from this pathetic mortal dwelling.”

“Yes, Mistress. Where will we go?”

“Where ever we want. Where do you want to go?”

“I want to go to my boyfriend’s house. I want to give him to you as an offering.”

“Such a sweet Acolyte. No, you will take him in offering. You will be my scion. You will drain him and I will feed.”

“Yes, Mistress. But what of this place?”

“To hell with it. Let it burn.”

[shocked-collar]

tips for writing Lawrence? I really admire your writing.

IUKJ,MSEDNGBLKJGLESJLSDERG FIRSTLY THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I'M LITERALLY SO STRUCK??? MY WRITING???? ADMIRABLE???? I FEEL LIKE MY TEETH ARE GONNA FALL OUT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

*fixes suit and tie* anyway

reminder that i am not gato and these are all my interpretations. the best part about fandom communities is that each mind thinks so alike yet independently, and the way you write a character won't be exactly the way another person does and that's your own personal magic touch.

Just like Ren, Lawrence has certain rules I like to stay attached to. The problem with HIM though is he's such a wild card it's hard to know when these rules apply.

Rule one is to remember Lawrence is isolated. He's used to being on his own and doing things on his own so he doesn't expect or even reach out for help. The idea of another human being kind or helpful for no reason is foreign, if not unrealistic to him.

Rule two is to remember that Lawrence has a very, very specific routine he lives by every week, rarely with interruptions. He's a homebody. He likes things his way and can't have them any other way. It's irritating and gives him a very strange sense of urgency when they're not. This is dangerous because that urgency can very quickly become aggression, as can a lot of things.

Rule three is to remember Lawrence is human. He's pretentious as fuck and speaks so poetically of death, wants to die so very badly, has done incredibly terrible things to people in the name of art, mentally separates himself from the public, believes he's better off locked up somewhere, yet reacts as any other person does to very many things. He says he wants to die, yet cries when his life is threatened or he's scared. He's certain he hates people and people hate him, yet yearns for the company of others who understand him and partakes in communities, even if just online. He says he's better off inside, yet left his house to meet a friend 2 weeks into talking online. He's a 'terrible person,' yet only takes MC home because he didn't want to leave them out there all alone. He's more human than he realizes.

Rule four is to remember he's proficient in gaslighting. Lawrence doesn't think the way other people do! Everything and anything can have meaning, and it's usually what he wants to see. He can make up anything on the fly if it protects him from guilt, fault, sorrow, anxiety, whatever it is he needs to be shielded from. He's quite the brat, so challenging him on any of his interpretations makes him irrationally bothered and he may not even speak to you anymore afterwards. He also uses this mental-protection to keep his world view in order, like in the situation in BTD2 when Ren leaves and he takes it out on you. It was REN who insisted you hangout a while, it was REN who left on a whim- but to Lawrence, you being there at all was the problem and it's all your fault.

Rule five is to keep the image of creepy in mind! Lawrence embodies the type of person you wouldn't want to be caught alone in an elevator with. He just radiates 'bad person' vibes, and his smell and quietness of his voice doesn't help.

And finally, rule six is to remember that Lawrence is a wild card. How he behaves depends on pretty much every single individual circumstance in whatever situation he's in. If he's uncomfortable he could be irritable, if the room has more than 2 other people in it he could be feeling intimidated, if he's meeting with a friend online he could be hesitant and scared, if something scary happens big or small it could launch him into a panic, anxiety, or aggressive attack, if someone's talking and their mouth sounds too wet it could make him hurt himself, if he's bored but nothing seems entertaining enough it could force him to dissociate, he could like this taste or feeling one day and absolutely hate it the next, his opinions on specific people change like the static on TV...

I like to think of Lawrence like an alligator, as they're opportunistic feeders and usually don't attack without provocation. Problem is with Law, you don't really know how you provoked him half the time. He's such an interesting, confusing character that I'm not even sure how to write it down in a way that makes sense. It all really depends on how YOU want to write him.

AGAIN, I'm not sure I helped??? this one is. a lot worse than rens imo. BUT I DID MY BEST AND AGAIN THANK U SM FOR LIKING MY WRITING HEEHEEHEHUEHENRKJDFGNDFLKJGGF

[shelbgrey]

Hot for teacher(Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x LaRusso!Reader

Summary: fuck around and find out🤷

Warrings: SMUT, age gap(of age tho), has that mark Sloan and Lexi Grey 'teach me' vibes, unprotected sex, slight Dom!Johnny, sensei kink, fingerimg, cream pie?, wall sex, dirty talk, innuendos, not edited.

MasterList ML2

That night y/n ended up at his karate dojo, she didn't know why - or maybe she did, she wanted to see him more than anything. It was after hours, the dojo closed and classes were over for the day. The door wasn't locked yet.

“You know, you should really lock your doors after hours” y/n called out, walking in. She figured he was in his office. She walked deeper into the dojo, taking it in. It was so different, but you get that growing up and training with miyagi. As she walked past the weapons display, curiously picking up a bo staff.

Johnny wasn't sure if there was even someone in the dojo or if it was his imagination. That was until he heard a familiar voice call him. He peeked out of his office, and spotted the tiny curvy brunette holding his bow staff and walking around like she owned the place. Damn. She's cute he thought before snapping out of it and making his way over to her.

“What are you doing here, y/n?”

She ignored his question Seriously, Of course she ignored his question. Typical. Y/n twirled the staff between her fingers, she learned to use one way back when her and Daniel were being taught by Terry Silver. “some psychopath could just walts in and rob you blind, maybe even kick your ass” she smirked, twirling the staff between her fingers skillfully.

Johnny tried to keep from watching her hands gracefully flipping the staff, reminding himself that it was totally not a turn on. Totally. Johnny leaned against the wall of the dojo and crossed his muscular arms against his chest, one eyebrow raised as he watched her with amused interest.

He had to admit. She was handling the staff like a seasoned pro. Which was unexpected. He couldn't help but watch her, there was something so captivating about this tiny, curvy little thing confidently and effortlessly handling the staff like it weighed nothing. Johnny's eyes roamed over her body, taking in every detail. ‘Damn’ he thought to himself. ‘Snap out of it. She's off limits to you’

Y/n lifted the staff, resting it on her shoulder. She shamelessly checked him out, he was still wearing that damn black gi. It wasn't fair how hot he looked in it, the best part was how it showed off his muscular arms and broad shoulders.

Damnit.

Johnny caught her checking him out, and a smirk formed on his face. It made him want to tease her a little. He shifted his weight, leaning even further against the wall and raised an eyebrow. “I can feel you staring, princess” He said in a low, teasing voice, his smirk only growing wider.

“Can you blame me”

Johnny's smirk turned into a cocky grin at her response. He pushed off the wall and took a few steps closer to her, closing the distance between them. “I suppose I can't,” he admitted, his gaze roaming over her body again. He tried to keep his eyes off her curves, but he couldn't help it. “But I'd love to hear you say why”

“Just checking you out, sensei” the way she said sensei was almost seductive - no it just plain was. But it was also in a submissive way that was fake and condescending. Y/n circled him, bo staff at her side and trailing behind her. “I've been meaning to broaden my horizon in my karate skills”

Damnit. Why'd she have to say it like that? It made something stir inside him, something he was desperately trying to ignore. Johnny's gaze darkened as he followed her circling him. He watched her as she moved, his eyes lingering on her curves and the way her clothing hugged her figure.

“Broadening your horizon, huh?” He said, his voice lowering. “And what exactly are you hoping to learn, princess?”

“Anything you want to teach me, sensei. I'm a fast learner” y/n smirked.

Johnny chuckled at her smirk, his gaze still roaming her body. “Anything I want, hmm?”

He moved closer to her, closing the distance between them until he was standing directly in front of her, towering over her. He reached out and lightly traced the edge of her jaw with one finger, his touch gentle but possessive.

She looked him in the eyes, lust filling hers. “teach me”

The lust in her eyes only made the desire within him burn hotter. He let his hand trail down her neck, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin there before coming to rest on her hip. He pulled her closer, their bodies almost touching. “You want me to teach you?” He said, his voice low and gruff. He looked down at her, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

“Karate, that is” y/n smirked, gently pushing him back with the bo staff, Johnny let out a low growl. She did this all just to tease him, just to see what buttons to push.

He immediately caught the teasing tone in her voice and rolled his eyes with a smirk. “You're a little tease, you know that, Princess?”

Johnny lunged forward, grabbing the staff and using it to pull her closer, his other hand wrapping around her slim waist, her body pressed against him now. Y/n placed her hand on his chest, keeping her grip on the bo staff with the other hand. “maybe I just hunger for knowledge, you can never know too much”

Johnny's chest was firm and toned beneath her hand, and he had to fight back the urge to move his hand from her waist to cup her ass. “Oh, I think you know plenty” Johnny's eyes darkened as he looked down at her, a smirk still on his face.

“Defense karate is fun in all and I've dabbled in taekwondo. But maybe I want to learn more,” she paused. “So, teach me”

Johnny felt his dick throb in his pants as she spoke, the implication clear. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted to say yes, to teach her everything he knew in the bedroom - about karate. His grip on her hip tightened slightly as his hand gently squeezed her hip. “You're a demanding little thing, aren't you?”

Johnny tilted his head, studying her for a moment before nodding. “Fine, I'll teach you. But first, you're gonna have to give me the staff”

Y/n stepped back, pointing at him with the staff. “Come and get it”

Johnny's eyes darkened at her challenge and he grinned. He lunged forward, moving with surprising speed and agility for a man his size. He quickly closed the distance between them, attempting to grab the staff from her. Y/n pulled it back, blocking him away with the staff.

Johnny's smirk widened as he realized that she was going to make this a challenge. He continued to push forward, trying to get close enough to grab the staff. But she was quick, parrying and blocking his every move with surprising skill and grace. “You're good, Princess, I'll give you that”

Johnny said, his eyes glittering with a mix of excitement and desire as they continued their little game. “You're using offense against someone who has years of defense,” y/n smirked, holding the staff behind her back. “maybe it's you who needs the teaching, sensei”

Johnny scoffed, his smirk turning into a cocky grin. He was enjoying this little game of theirs way too much. “Oh, You think you have me all figured out?” Johnny lunged forward once again, but this time he attempted to feint going for the staff in her back, and instead lunged for her waist. He spun her around, pinning her against the wall. He had one hand on her hip, the other grabbing the staff from her hand and throwing it away. He pressed her against the wall with his body, his chest heaving slightly from the exertion of their little game.

“You were saying something about me needing the teaching, Doll?”

Y/n’s breath hitched as she paused, staring up at him like a deer caught in headlights. Johnny smirked, noticing the effect he was having on her. His body was pressed against hers, pinning her against the wall. He leaned in, his face inches from hers, his gaze intense and desire evident in his eyes. “I've got you cornered now, princess. Any more bratty little comebacks?”

“No, sensei”

Johnny's smirk widened at her response. He could feel her body pressed against his and it was taking all his willpower to resist the urge to kiss her. He let his hand slide up her side, his thumb lightly brushing over the sensitive skin of her hip. “Now that's what I like to hear. A little obedience goes a long way”

His mind was racing with ideas of all the things he could do to her, but he knew he had to keep his composure. He couldn't let himself lose control. Not yet. “So, Princess, are you ready to learn now? Or are you still going to give me any sass?”

“I can learn”

“Good girl,” Johnny smirked at her words and he nodded. He slowly pulled away from her, stepping back and giving her some space. He picked up the staff and turned to face her, his expression serious now. “See, a little obedience is not hard at all, is it princess?”

“No, sensei” she whispered.

The way she called him 'sensei' again nearly made him groan. Fuck, she was perfect. He held the staff out and slipped it behind her, pressing it to her lower back. He pulled her closer with it. Y/n pressed her hands to his chest, sliping one in the opening of his gi. Her finger brushed against his skin.

Johnny sucked in a breath as her fingers grazed his chest. His abdominal muscles tightened and he had to fight back a moan. He watched as her fingers toyed with the opening of his gi, slowly inching lower. “Johnny” she said softly.

Johnny swallowed hard as her fingers dipped lower, brushing against his abs. The way she whispered his name sent a jolt straight to his dick. He grabbed her wrist with his free hand, halting her teasing motions and she looked back up at him. His eyes were dark and unreadable as he looked down at her. He could feel his self-control slipping, his body aching to pull her into his arms and forget about the training entirely. He squeezed her wrist gently, warning her to stop. “Baby”

“Yes, sensei?”

Johnny's grip on her wrist tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over her pulse point. He was torn between scolding her for being so distracting and pulling her into a kiss. “You're making it very hard to teach you right now”

“I think we both know this isn't about teaching”

His smirk returned at her bold statement. He pulled the staff away from her back slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You're not wrong,” He watched as her hands slid up his chest again, slowly driving him crazy. “y/n” He warned softly.

She gripped the front of his gi. “I always thought you looked so fucking good in this thing”

His eyes widened slightly at her sudden profanity, a spark of excitement in his gaze. He could feel his dick getting harder by the second as she gripped his gi. He swallowed hard, unable resist any longer. With a low groan, he dropped the staff and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him. His lips crashed against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss. He kissed her like he was starving for it, his tongue immediately seeking entrance.

Y/n moaned desperately against his lips, her tongue tangling with his as her hands went to his hair. Johnny's hands slid down to grip her ass, squeezing as he deepened the kiss. He ground his hardening cock against her, not caring anymore if she could feel how much she was affecting him. One hand left her ass to fist in her hair, tilting her head to kiss her more thoroughly. Y/n gasped, arching her hips against him out of instinct. She moaned feeling his erection press against her core.

He growled against her lips, the sound rumbling through his chest. He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin. He knew he was leaving marks, but he didn't care. He wanted everyone to see that she was his. “J-Johnny” she moaned softly.

Johnny's mind finally snapped. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he carried her over to the training room wall. He pressed her back against it, caging her in with his arms as he continued to kiss and bite at her neck. Y/n’s skin got hotter, like fire. She arched her back off the wall, rutting against the erection that was pressing against his black pants. She pulled his black headband off his forehead, making his blond locks messier.

Fuck. The combination of her arching against him and removing his headband completely undid him. He grabbed both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above her head against the wall as he ground his hips against hers. “You should stop before I -”

Y/n gasped, her heart pounding as she stared into his blue eyes. “before you what?”

His breath hitched, chest rising and falling quickly. His usually controlled voice came out gravelly and thick. “Before I fuck you against this wall without any fucks to give about who might walk in” He thrust against her again for emphasis, making sure she could feel every inch of his hard cock.

“Maybe I don't have any fucks to give either,” her wrists twisted in his grip, desperate to touch him. “and no one is gonna walk in, unless you a few ghosts around here” y/n said softly, soaking through her panties just from even the slightest movement against her.

A pained groan left Johnny's lips as she spoke her desires aloud. He'd never wanted anyone more than he wanted her at that moment. He brought his face down to rest in the crook of her neck, inhaling her name like a prayer. His grip on her wrists tightened, and he let out a shaky breath. “You're so fucking wet for me, aren't you?” He ground against her again, feeling the heat and moisture through her clothes.

“Y-yes,” y/n's breath hitched, the clothes blocking them from each other made sexual frustration increase. “yes, sensei”

Johnny let out a strangled groan at her admission, his self-control crumbling by the second. With a swift movement, he released her wrists and grabbed the hem of her tank top, yanking it upwards impatiently. Once it was on the floor in a wrinkle mess, y/n took her opportunity to yanked the top of his gi the rest of the way open and pushed it off his shoulders. He let out a hiss as his gi fell to the floor, leaving him bare-chested. His abs clenched as she touched him, her small hands exploring his muscles. “Fuck”

Y/n leaned in and kissed just below his jaw then traveled south. Her hands gripped his shoulders. God, he was perfect. Her hands traveled down his shoulders and over his biceps. Y/n shuddered softly, brushing her fingers down his torso as her core throbbing against his erection.

His abs tightened with each touch, each kiss she placed on his body. He could feel her thighs squeezing his waist, her core rubbing against his dick. He growled softly, watching as her small hands mapped out his body like she was trying to memorize it. “Jesus”

His hands roamed up her sides, his fingers splaying out on her ribcage possessively. He looked down at her as she touched him, his blue eyes darkening with each passing second. He needed more. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her shorts. Their eyes met and she quickly nodded, giving him the green light to undress her the rest of the way. With a sharp tug, Johnny ripped her shorts and panties down her legs, revealing her slick folds. He groaned lowly at the sight, drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin. His fingers trailed teasingly along her inner thigh, brushing achingly close to her dripping center.

“J-Johnny” she stuttered.

He looked up at her with hooded eyes, a smirk playing at his lips as he enjoyed the way she trembled under his touch. “What do you want, hmm?” His fingers continued their maddening trail up her thigh. “Want me to touch your perfect little pussy?”

“Y-yes” y/n shuddered desperately, her head tilting back against the wall and squeezing his biceps to ground herself.

His smirk turned dangerous. He loved watching her like this - needy, breathless, practically begging for his touch. He paused, his first two fingers barely touching you, his voice dropped. “‘yes’ what?”

“Y-yes, sensei” she whimpered desperately.

His smirk widened wolfishly. “You want my fingers inside you?” He dragged his fingers through her folds softly, teasingly. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly, his voice dropped lower, almost unrecognizable. “Answer me”

“Yes, sensei,” y/n shuddered, rutting her hips against his hand. “p-please”

With a low growl of approval, Johnny thrust two fingers deep inside her, curling them upwards to hit her g-spot. Y/n gasped, gripping his biceps and pressed her back against the wall for Leverage. He began to pump them in and out slowly, his thumb circling her clit in tight circles. His other hand gripped her hip tightly, keeping her in place.

“Oh, shit” she shuddered, staring into his blue eyes.

Johnny's pupils dilated as he watched her response, a shudder of pleasure running through him at her helpless gasps and moans. He increased the pressure and speed of his fingers, angling them to stroke her inner walls just right. His thumb pressed harder on her clit, determined to drive her wild.

“J-Johnny!”

His name on her lips sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock. He could feel her inner walls clenching around his fingers, her body responding beautifully to his touch. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “That's it, baby. Let go for me”

Breathlessly moans left her lips uncontrollably. Johnny could feel her tightening around his fingers, her moans growing louder and more desperate. She was close, and fuck if that didn't make him harder. He pressed his thumb down firmly on her clit as his fingers curled up sharply inside her. “Come on my fingers”

Y/n gasped, the knot in her stomach snapping. He groaned deeply, feeling her orgasm pulse around his fingers. He continued to move them slowly inside her, drawing out every last wave of pleasure. His thumb gently rubbed her clit, coaxing more moans from her lips. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath ragged. His name left her lips in that broken, satisfied whisper, destroying any remaining self-control he had. His voice came out thick and heated. “Fuck, you're beautiful when you come apart like that” He slowly withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean.

Y/n shuddered, her heart pounding as she caught her breath. He watched her intently, his eyes never leaving hers as he sucked the last of her juices from his fingers. He could feel his cock throbbing, aching to be inside her. But he wanted to draw this out, to savor every moment. “You taste so fucking sweet”

“I need you” she mumbled.

Johnny smirked at her desperate plea. He quickly pushed his pants down just enough to free his hard length. He lifted one of her legs up against his hip, wrapping it around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall. “Is this what you need, baby?”

Y/n whimpered desperately. “p-please”

Johnny couldn't take it anymore. He positioned the head of his cock at her entrance, feeling her wetness coat him. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside her. Y/n's head fell back in pleasure, digging her nails into his back as they both moaned loudly, the sensation overwhelming. “Fuck” He groaned, his voice strained with pleasure.

Johnny hissed sharply from the pleasurable sting of her nails, his hips jerking involuntarily as he sank even deeper. He could feel every tight, wet inch of her surrounding him, clinging to him. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging in as he fought for control.

Y/n tugged at his hair, raising her hips and wrapping her other leg around his waist, making Johnny's eyes rolled back as he sank deeper. He started moving his hips, thrusting into her with deep, powerful strokes. The position had him hitting that spot inside her with every thrust, making her cry out and claw at his back.

“Oh, shit,” y/n cried out. “right there”

Johnny's lips curled into a smug smirk against her neck as he felt her tighten around him, hitting that spot perfectly with each thrust. He knew exactly where to hit to make her fall apart. He wrapped his arms around her legs, holding them up and spreading her wider. "Right here, baby?”

“Yes!”

Johnny's pace became relentless, his hips snapping forward with brutal precision as he pounded into her, over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, mixed with their loud moans and cries. “Take it, take my fucking cock like a good girl”

“Yes, sensei” y/n whimpered, her head falling forward against his shoulder. Her moans muffled as she bit down on his skin, making Johnny groan. The sensation of her teeth on his skin sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.

He loved how she submitted to him, how she took every inch of him without hesitation. “Fucking hell” he grunted, his thrusts becoming even more ferocious.

“I'm close” y/n shuddered, her breathing getting heavier.

Johnny could feel her body tensing around him, her inner walls clenching tightly as she approached her climax. He knew she was close, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He adjusted his angle slightly, hitting that sweet spot even more intensely with each thrust. “Come on, baby.”

Y/n reached the edge unexpectedly, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became stary and blurred, her legs tighten around his hips and her nails bit into his biceps, Johnny watched her eyes roll back for the immense pleasure while her head fell back against the wall. Her orgasm washed over her, loud moans and pants were coming out from her mouth.

Johnny's eyes never left hers as she completely unraveled. He could feel her entire body convulsing around him, her pussy contracting so tightly it was like a vice around his throbbing length. “Fuck, Johnny” y/n moaned softly and breathlessly.

He wrapped his arms around her legs again, pulling them even higher and wider as he continued to pound into her convulsing body. He was chasing his own release. “Look at me”

Y/n gulped, staring into his blue eyes, he pupils blown. Johnny stared intensely into her dazed eyes, his hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock throbbing violently inside her, but he held back, focused solely on bringing her to the peak again. "You're so fucking gorgeous when you come undone like this,”

Y/n buryed her face into his neck, muffling her moans. He felt her body shudder violently against him, her muffled moans vibrating against his neck as she came undone for the second time. It was too much. He couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep, animalistic groan, Johnny finally let go, his cock pulsing violently as he erupted inside her. His hips jerked forward uncontrollably, emptying himself in powerful spurts. He dug his fingers into her hips, holding her flush against him as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him.

“F-fuck!”

He buried his face into her neck, his breathing hot and heavy as he rode out the aftershocks of his release. He could feel her trembling beneath him, still sensitive and shuddering from her own release. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Slowly pulling back to look at her face, his eyes filled with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness. He was still inside her, not ready to break their connection yet. One hand gently cupped her cheek, thumb brushing across her swollen lips. “Jesus Christ”

Y/n shuddered softly, catching her breath as Johnny studied her face, taking in the flushed skin, the glassy eyes, the swollen lips. He leaned in, pressing a soft, gentle kiss to her mouth. It was a stark contrast to the rough, passionate kisses they had shared earlier. This one was filled with affection and reverence.

“Thanks for the lesson, sensei” y/n joked softly, smirking lazily as carded her fingers through his messy hair.

He chuckled softly against her lips, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “The pleasure was all mine, actually” He pressed another quick kiss to her lips before slowly pulling out, making them both gasp at the sensitive contact.

Johnny groaned softly, the slick friction sending little sparks of pleasure through his oversensitive cock. He set her gently down on shaky legs, keeping one arm securely around her waist. “Easy there,” he murmured, grinning at her unsteady stance.

“I'm good”

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his gaze roaming over her flushed skin and swollen lips. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he took in her disheveled appearance. “You look thoroughly fucked” he said approvingly.

“I feel thoroughly fucked”

Johnny laughs softly, catching her face in his hands “And you loved every fucking minute of it, didn't you?” His thumbs traced her swollen lower lip “Those pretty legs are probably going to feel this tomorrow.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Totally worth it” she smiled lazily.

He smiled softly, his heart skipping a beat at her words. He felt a strange warmth spread through his chest, something he hadn't felt in a long time. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. “You're amazing,” he laughs softly “Fucking amazing”

He chuckled softly, his breath warm against her skin as he buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent. He felt content and surprisingly gentle towards her, a side of him he hadn't shown anyone in a long time. “Come on,” he murmured.

“Come on, what?” she asked softly.

He pulled back to look at her, his eyes soft and warm “Let's get cleaned up and order some food. I'm fucking starving,” He grinned, giving her a playful smack on the ass. “And then maybe we can do this again, hmm?”

“definitely do this again”

He laughed, the sound rich and deep as he wrapped his arms around her protectively. “definitely” He felt a sense of ease and comfort with her that he hadn't experienced with anyone else. He couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment. He had found something special with her, something he hadn't even known he was missing.

[cl0wnygutz]

Fuck it, I'm rating the BTD/TPOF characters asses

If you got this on ur feed, no you didn't

Which if I missed anyone, it's either cuz I didn't care too much about their character (harold in Celia's route) or I don't really have much of an opinion on them yet (survivors mainly in dereks route)

BTD

Rire- Rire has one of those cute butts. Not too big, but not too small either! Its definitely one that you don't mind looking at when he turns around. Overall, 8/10

Strade- Strade has the fattest most jiggly ass. He's fr double cheeked up on EVERY afternoon, hella ass. 100/10

Sano- I'm in between with this one. He has either a smaller, more athletic ass...or a fatty. It's the ladder with this one. So..8/10 as well.

Akira- same thing as Sano, except he absolutely works out a lot more 8/10

BTD 2

Ren- Ren is a cutie with a booty. He's on the smaller side, but it's one hell of a sight to see when his tail isn't in the way. 9/10

Lawrence- I'm sorry, Lawrence has no ass. He's flat. Enough for him to sit comfortably, but not necessarily a sight to see. 4/10

Vincent- he works out a lot, so he has the muscular hard ass. He works out his entire body, so It wouldn't surprise me. I wouldn't spank it tbh, my hand might break. 3/10

Farz- He has a cute tushy, nothing big. normal guy butt, really. 5/10

Cain- swamp ass. (I hate this man with a passion) -100/10

Damien- Uh..idk I don't remember Damien too much to care about his ass tbh

Ashe- has a small butt, but it's very cute as well! 6/10

TPOF

Celia- SHAWTY GOT THE FATTY. ITS AN AMAZING ASS. 200/10

Mason- hmm..taking in his body type, and how he's like..manly man..this ones tough. I think he has a pretty normal man's ass, however, it's plump. It's bigger than normal, but not like Strade level ass. 7/10

Derek- Athletic ass, however, has a little jiggle to it! You can spank it and it'll jiggle like jello! (Would not recommend as he may cut your hands off) 7/10

Dragon- Toned, but a fatty. A HC me and @gur-oi has is that he does a lot of heavy lifting and hard work when he's in the desert and stuff, so he definitely works the glutes. 14/10

Komodo- Flat, but cute tushy! Dragon has the ass between both of them, so that's fine. 6/10

Jack- as I've stated in my previous post, Jack has a fat ass, like that thing caught me off guard when I first saw it, so..unfortunately 10/10 (I'm very reluctant about this)

Machete- Athletic normal man ass with a little plump to it. It's definitely toned and nice to see! 7/10

Fox- Still is a cutie with a booty, however, he works out a little more so it's athletic and toned! 10/10

TINR

Farz- BTD 2 Farz kinda works with this, small but a cute booty. Nothing huge! But Sid likes looking at it.. a lot 7/10 (added 2 points cuz I love TINR Farz)

Sid- Normal guy ass! Very nice to look at, but nothing to really rave about when you see it. 6/10

Raven- Athletic, with a little plump to it (she's pretty skinny, so it's not a fatty) 6/10

Anthony- Curvy, plump, luscious ass. Frankly, he's got the femboy ass 100/10

Chet- Normal man ass with a tiny bit of plump, like Sid, not much to rave about. 7/10

Strade- loses points for being skinny Strade, so he loses points on the fatty..he's a lot more flat, and more of a normal guy ass. 4/10 (TINR Strade is..not necessarily my favorite Strade, I'm ngl.)

Well, these are my ratings!

If y'all want me to rate the ass of other visual novel babes, lmk, I'll gladly do it! (I'll even play the games to get a more in depth opinion if need be! ^^)

Heck, I'll rate anyone's ass if prompted, just lmk

[misseviehyde]

CONFISCATED - Part 1

"AGGGGHHHHHH! I FUCKING HATE YOU, I WISH YOU'D DIE!"

Lawrence winced as the screams of his hysterical teenage daughter rang in his ears and she slammed the door to her bedroom so hard, the house shook and plaster fell down.

Bella was volatile at the best of times, but by confiscating her phone - the most important thing in her life, her Father had really just set her off.

He could hear sobbing and crashing in her room and knew she was trashing it. He knew from experience that Bella would try anything to get her phone back... threatening him, threatening to hurt herself... begging, screaming, pleading, lying... it was kind of sad. She might even try to contact her Mom, but even though he and Beth had separated, they still parented together and it would do little good.

'Since when did teenagers get so addicted to social media?' he thought. He'd noticed his daughters addiction to her phone had been getting worse and then when another parent had contacted him to say Bella was bullying her daughter he had decided to act.

He'd been pretty disappointed to see the mean messages calling the other girl a fat loser. He knew Bella was a popular girl and obsessed with her looks, but he hadn't realised she was so mean. It seemed everyone was afraid of Bella and she liked it.

Lawrence had decided that he needed to get his daughter back on track. She would be moving out soon and he didn't want his legacy to be a spoiled toxic bitch who thought she could treat other people like dirt. Bella seemed to think the only thing that mattered in life was money and status.

"I better go through here and see what else she's been up to..." he mused.

Scrolling through the phone, Lawrence was a little embarrassed to see the clothes and outfits his daughter had bookmarked as things to buy. They were all skimpy and expensive... he wasn't sure he approved. There were also pictures of boys in her phone and he didn't want to think about his horny daughters crushes on other men.

As he scrolled through, his eye was suddenly caught by an app he had never heard of. Brat App.

Opening the app, Lawrence saw it was some sort of social media app. It seemed you scored points for posting selfies and completing tasks and then you could spend those points buying outfits and upgrades.

Bella had obviously been playing it a lot. She had accumulated a lot of points. Perhaps she'd been saving up?

Intrigued Lawrence opened the avatar menu.

CREATE NEW AVATAR?

He clicked the button and a 3D doll appeared. It was female - you could only have a female representation it seemed. The name Loren had been randomly generated. He went with it.

Clicking on the doll, Lawrence saw you could spend points to buy different features. He began to play.

Hair: blonde. Body-type: Princess. Makeup: Pink

Each selection changed the avatar making it more attractive and feminine looking. Lawrence found it strangely addictive. Strangely pleasing to shape and mould the avatar, to watch it getting prettier and prettier.

Make her bitchy. Make her mean.

He wasn't sure where the intrusive thought came from but it felt good. Yes... why not make the avatar look hot and mean. A bully... even worse than his daughter.

Yessss. Make her super popular... make her an IT girl.

He selected the toxic femininity personality trait and pushed the natural leader button. Loren was going to be an Alpha girl.

More... make her meaner. Make her a total nightmare. Make her completely evil.

The intrusive thoughts felt really good and Lawrence saw that there were other options besides physical. He began to play with those. He cranked the popularity slider to maximum. He selected Head Cheerleader. He selected the slider for wealth and pushed it as high as it would go.

Make sure she knows how to fuck. She has to be the best at everything. Make her a fucking dirty slut...

Lawrence didn't feel embarassed as he entered the sexuality tab. It seemed so natural now to adjust Loren and make her nastier.

Sexual Orientation: Likes boys but will make out with girls. Sexually confident - switch. Likes to be fucked by Alpha's, but peg and dominate beta boys.

He noticed he'd nearly spent all of his daughters points. She'd really been saving, but he'd had enough points that he could pretty much max out all of Loren's stats.

The avatar was now of a mean, bullying, rich brat. She was the Head Cheerleader and a completely cruel delinquent who got whatever she wanted. She oozed toxic femininity, was an avatar of lust and desire and clearly had no morals. Loren was the most evil bitch it was possible to be.

COMPLETE AVATAR AND TRANSFORM?

Lawrence stared at the big button flashing at the bottom of the app. What did that mean? His thumb hesitated over it. Something wasn't right here.

Push it loser. Push it and see.

Lawrence felt like something was influencing him. Something external... yet also something within himself. Something hungry and dark and desperate to be free. Something that had seen its chance and was going to take it.

He pushed the button...

Lawrence screamed in pleasure as pink lightning blasted out of the phone and engulfed him. Bones cracked and skin tightened as with a howl of orgasmic pleasure he began to transform.

Long blonde hair cascaded from his scalp and makeup simmered across his features as his drab clothing became hot and sexy. Breasts grew and his dick shrunk away and his ass inflated out.

Loren was becoming a reality.

Pussy lips opened as body hair receded and a hot blonde teenage slut rolled her pretty eyes in ecstasy. Nails shot out, thick makeup covered her face and the new bitch giggled in glee. This felt amazing.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkk yesssss," she hissed as her transformation completed.

Loren blinked. She looked down at the phone in her hand. What... a.... rush.

She smirked and standing up walked to the mirror to admire her perfect body.

She was eighteen... she was popular and she was horny.

This was going to be a lot of fun...

The end?

[raspberryrotten]

♡ [Degradation & Cumming in Pants] × [Law/Reader] ♡

This fic is also on AO3: [HERE]

✎ 2900 words

♡ You Are:  Lawrence’s coworker from his warehouse job. You two hardly know each other but you’ve always found him cute.

♡ Plot Peek:  You and Lawrence end up alone at the bar after a group hangout. He’s awkward, easily embarrassed, and clearly inexperienced, so you push him a little. He doesn’t know how to handle it.

♡ A/N: He is literally so normal. Lawrence Oleander is literally the normalest guy in the world.

⚠ TWs: Virgin Shaming, Public Humiliation, Implied Future Kidnapping

BTD (Boyfriend to Death), TPOF (The Price of Flesh), and YKMET (You Kill Me Every Time) are horror-porn games intended for adult audiences. These fics may include canon-typical violence, disturbing content, and dark psychological themes. They are not suitable for minors.

⎯⎯⎯ ❝ NSFW AHEAD ❞ ⎯⎯⎯

The Braying Mule smells like fried pickles and spilled beer, which is honestly more charm than fault. It’s the kind of place that hasn’t updated its decor since the ’80s and has only grown stronger for it. It’s full of dark wood, scuffed floors, and cracked leather seating that sticks to the backs of your thighs. Half the night shift from PrimePath Warehouses have gathered here tonight, sweating through their uniforms and hollering to be heard.

You’re wedged into a booth, a greasy basket of something fried in front of you and a watered-down whiskey sour at your elbow. Work had let you leave early after the AC cut out and the union guy said it was a human rights violation, but the sweat still clung to your skin.

Across from you, one of your coworkers is halfway through a story and well past decency. He leans back with one arm stretched across the booth, beer in hand, grinning like he knows he’s full of shit.

“—and I told him, If he’s gonna cry when I fuck him, least he could do is make it sound pretty,” he barks, laughing so hard he nearly drops his drink.

The others howl. Someone slams a hand on the table

You roll your eyes, chewing slowly on something that might’ve once been chicken. Crude as ever. If that man had a filter, he sold it for beer money a long time ago. He talks about his boyfriend like the guy is a stress toy. Not that anyone ever stops him. The guy works hard, lifts double pallets without breaking a sweat, and makes a game out of fucking with the foreman. Everyone loves him.

And honestly? You don’t really mind. You treat him as just background noise. Your attention’s been elsewhere tonight.

Lawrence is half-hidden at the edge of the group, looking like he regrets ever stepping out of the house this morning, possibly like he regrets being born. Hoodie zipped too high, hair barely tied back, sweat clinging to his hairline.

You’ve never seen him on a night out before. Hell, you’ve barely exchanged ten words with the guy in the whole time you’ve known him. He barely looks up from the line during shifts, skittish as hell, afraid of eye contact. And yet, he’s out tonight, nursing a vodka soda for far too long, trying not to flinch every time someone shouts.

In the background, your coworker is still going, relentless. “Swear to God, I love that mouth. ‘Specially when he’s pissed at me. Gets real quiet, real pouty. He knows I’ll fuck it outta him. Every time.”

Somehow, that kicks off a round of oversharing, everyone trying to one-up each other. Stories about exes, hookups, drunk mistakes that turned into repeat offenders. Nothing sacred.

“Swear, I didn’t even know his name,” one guy says, grinning. “Didn’t matter. Best head I ever got.”

“You remember your first time?” someone else asks.

“Hell yeah. I was sixteen. In the back of her stepdad’s truck. Damn near saw God.”

They start going around the table. You’re only half-listening. That is, until someone nudges Law with a lazy elbow.

“What about you?”

He blinks, clearly caught off-guard. “Huh?”

“First time.”

He hesitates. Just a little too long. That’s all it takes.

“Wait, no way,” the loudmouth says, eyes wide like he just struck gold. “Don’t tell me you’ve never—”

Law looks like he wants to vanish.

“Shiiit,” the guy laughs, slapping the table. “You’ve never had your dick sucked? At your age?”

The table pops off, everyone giving an opinion. You watch Law shrink down by the second, shoulders curling inward, face red and stiff.

“Shit,” someone laughs, jabbing a thumb toward him. “I never see this one talk to anyone. Real quiet, huh?”

Another voice pipes up, louder: “You still a virgin, or what, Lawrence?”

Law’s face goes red, high and fast, like a kettle about to whistle. Pure, deer-in-headlights mortification.

The loudmouth cuts back in, sharp and sudden. “Alright, that’s enough. Leave the guy alone. Nobody else’s fucking business.”

There’s a beat of quiet, then someone mutters, “You brought it up…” But they drop it. No one pushes. The conversation veers, lurching toward something else entirely.

You watch as Lawrence tries to smile, to laugh it off, but you can see straight through his embarrassment.

Huh.

That’s cute.

★·.·´¯`·.·★

It’s past one by the time the pub quiets down. Most of the crew left an hour ago. A few stragglers lingered, finishing drinks, chasing last-minute shots, but even they trickled out eventually. Now it’s just you, Law, and the loudmouth. Except that guy has currently disappeared into the bathroom with his boyfriend after a phone call that started with “Bring your tight little ass over here” and ended with him tossing two twenties on the table to cover his drinks.

They’ve been gone for a while now.

Law sits across from you, still nursing that same drink. He hasn’t touched it in twenty minutes.

“I, uh, was surprised to see you out tonight.”

He doesn’t look up. “Haha, yeah…”

Nothing to work with there. You sip the last of yours and let the silence hang for a little while.

“I hope you’ll come out again sometime,” you say eventually. “Hope all the guys and their… sex talk didn’t put you off.”

“It’s fine.”

Quiet again. You let it stretch. Then—

“I wouldn’t have guessed you were a virgin.”

That actually gets his attention. He lifts his eyes, brows pulling together like he’s trying to read you. “Why not?”

You shrug. “’Cause you’re cute.”

His flinches like you just pinched him. “Don’t make fun of me.”

You frown. “I’m… not?”

He looks away, jaw tightening. You watch the way his fingers tap the side of his glass, irregular and restless.

“You don’t like compliments or something?” you ask.

“Not really,” he mutters. “They just… feel weird.”

You laugh, leaning in and placing your elbows on the sticky table in front of you. “Well, I can be mean, if that’s what you’d prefer.”

Lawrence goes still. Like, completely still. Not even blinking.

“…What?” he says, voice thin.

You raise an eyebrow. “Oh. That got your attention, didn’t it?”

He doesn’t answer. His mouth is slightly open, like he’s forgotten how to hold it shut. He looks like he just swallowed his tongue.

You sit back in your seat, swirl the ice in your glass. He’s pink from the neck up. You’ve had just enough to drink that the whole thing is funny… and, honestly, a little hot.

“Do you want me to be mean to you?” you ask, speaking quietly even . “Really mean?”

Still nothing. Just that look on his face, somewhere between mortified and spellbound.

You glance around. There’s no-one else left at the pub; it’s just the two of you.

“I mean, you let them laugh at you,” you say, calmly. “Sitting there with your drink, letting them make fun of you like that. I bet I could say anything I wanted to you and you’d just sit there and take it.”

He shakes his head, quick and jerky. “N-no. I wouldn’t—”

“You would.” You don’t give him room to protest. “You would. You already did.”

Then, slowly, you stretch your leg beneath the table. Let your boot slide against his shin. Higher. Press your foot against the inside of his thigh, just enough to feel how tense he is.

His breath catches. He makes a sound, barely anything. A low, humming noise from the back of his throat, half-shocked, half-desperate.

You smile.

Lawrence stares down at where your boot is pressed against his thigh.  He doesn’t know how he feels about it. He knows how he should feel. Your voice is practically dripping with mockery. It should humiliate him.

And maybe it does. But there’s something else, too.

You’re looking at him. Really looking. Focused. Unflinching. No one ever looks at him like that. Not with curiosity. Not with interest. Not with… is that desire?

He’s not used to it. He’s not sure he likes it.

Part of him wants to snarl, to bare teeth, to end this early, the way he’s ended other things. He’s alone with you. He knows how to hurt people. If this turns ugly, he can make it worse.

There’s a sick heat curling low in his gut. Hunger, maybe. Or dread. Or both, tangled so tightly he can’t tell one from the other.

But, for now, he doesn’t move.

You press your foot firmer against the inside of his thigh, slowly working it higher and higher and higher.  “So,” you say, light as air. “If you’ve never had your dick sucked…” Your foot is now only about an inch from his cock. “…what’s the furthest you have gone?”

He doesn’t reply. He’s still looking at your boot.

“Have you even kissed anyone before?”

He mumbles something too soft to catch.

You lean forward slightly. “What was that?”

“…None of your business.”

That makes you grin. “No, but I’m making it my business.”

Lawrence opens his mouth to argue, but nothing comes out.

“I’d bet good money no one’s ever even touched you before.”

He doesn’t deny it.

That’s when you shift up into his lap, pressing in exactly where it counts. He’s absolutely, disastrously hard. He jerks like you've shocked him, head snapping up and eyes snapping wide for a split second before they drop back down. But he doesn't push you away.

You study him, expression carefully neutral, almost bored, as you slowly start to grind your boot against his erection under the table, deliberate, unhurried.

“Oh,” you say, fighting back the urge to start laughing, “you're already worked up. That really didn't take much. Are you always such a pervert?”

Lawrence makes a choked little sound. His breath comes in sharp bursts, chest rising and falling faster than before.

“I think someone's enjoying this.”

“You're not supposed to-” he starts, but you cut him off.

“You're hard as a rock, Lawrence. And look at your face…” Your eyes flick up to his burning cheeks. “You're so red. And your thighs keep twitching every time I rub right here-”

You punctuate your words with a particularly firm grind right at the tip of his cock and he lets out a broken whimper.

“Fuck!” He sounds wrecked already. His fingers are shaking now, gripping the edge of the table like it’s the only thing keeping him anchored. “I can't help it. You’re—you’re being so weird.”

“Mm.” You nod, just once. “I am.”

You don’t deny it. You are being weird. Worse, you’re being cruel. Even worse still, he’s loving it. That much is plain to see.

A soft clatter draws both your gazes as a server sweeps past the edge of the booth, collecting empty glasses with a practiced hand. She offers a quick, friendly smile as she stacks them. “Don’t mind me. Just grabbing these out of your way.”

You look up, still rubbing your foot against your shy friend under the table. “No problem. Take your time.”

Lawrence’s fingers flutter uselessly near the rim of his glass, then drop to his lap like he forgot what he was reaching for. His shoulders curl inward, spine bowing ever so slightly, like he’s trying to make himself smaller. Less visible. Less implicated.

The server is focused on her job. She doesn’t notice Lawrence’s weirdness. Or, at least, she pretends not to. She leans in slightly to grab the glasses, close enough that you catch the smell of floor cleaner and citrus hand soap.

“You two doing alright?” she asks brightly, glancing between you. “Need anything else?”

You look up with an easy smile. “No, we’re good. Thanks.”

“It’s getting late. We’ll be calling last orders soon.”

“I know,” you assure her. “We won’t be staying much longer. Just waiting on our friend in the bathroom.”

She gives a cheerful nod. “Well, shout if you change your mind, honey.”

And then she’s gone, making her way back to the bar.

As soon as she’s out of earshot, you turn your attention back to Lawrence. He’s melting against the back of his seat, slumping downward like he’s turning to mush.

“Do you think she noticed?” you ask, sounding way too pleased by how this night is unfolding.

He stares at the worn wood of the table, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

No answer.

“Well, I think she noticed,” you say, fishing for some kind of reaction. “You made it hard for her not to. Look how jumpy you’re being.”

He doesn't respond.

You hum, disappointed. “Gone quiet again? Can’t have that.”

Your foot lowers from his erection to his balls and presses in hard, just enough to cause a little pain. He makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a yelp.

 “There you go. That was a pretty noise,” you praise. “You’ve finally done something right.”

You move your foot higher again, begin rubbing again, watching him unravel like a spool of thread.

Suddenly, he shakes his head, sharp and quick. The awareness, the life, seems to come back into his eyes and he blinks. “You need to stop,” he says, voice rasping. It sounds like he means it.

You stop, of course.

You're not here to push him into anything he doesn't want. That's not the game you’re playing.

But you do notice the way his fingers are shaking, the way his eyes can't quite meet yours, darting anywhere but your face. Most importantly, you notice the way his hips still twitch forward slightly, like he's chasing more friction, more pressure.

You lean in closer, testing the waters. “I don’t think you really want me to stop.”

“I do,” he insists, but it sounds weak. It sounds like a lie. “I do. If you don’t stop, I’m gonna…”

A mocking laugh bubbles up your throat. “You're going to cum?”

He flushes even darker, if possible, redness spreading all the way down his pale neck. “I mean, it’s-” he starts, but you don’t let him speak.

“From a little rubbing under the table? God, Lawrence, you really are a virgin.”

You return your boot, rub him rougher than before, really digging your foot into his crotch, grinding it against him just the way you know he needs it.

“Go on then,” you prod. “Embarrass yourself some more.”

When it happens, it's obvious. Obvious in the way his entire body goes rigid, muscles locking up as every fibre pulls taut. In the way his mouth falls open, lips parting like he’s barely holding back from screaming. In the way he slumps back against the booth, boneless and dazed, staring up at the dark ceiling with glassy, unfocused eyes.

You grin down at him, feeling a dark rush of satisfaction. He's panting, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. You can just barely see it, but there's a damp patch darkening the crotch of his jeans, the fabric clinging to his softening cock. You did that. You made him cum in his pants like the virgin he so obviously is.

“You’re fucking disgusting,” you croon quietly. “You’re lucky I like that.”

Then, you glance toward the hallway that leads to the bathroom, where your loudmouth coworker vanished with his boyfriend ten minutes ago. Still no sign of them. You tilt your head, thoughtful.

“They’re really taking their time, aren’t they?” you murmur. “I guess some guys can last longer that others.” A pause while the dig settles in. “Still, I can’t wait for them to come back and see what a mess you made.”

Lawrence’s head snaps up like he’s been slapped. “Don’t,” he says, voice cracking on the word. “Please. You’re not gonna tell anyone, are you?”

You just smile.

“Tell them what?” you ask, faux-innocently. “That you got all worked up under the table? That you soaked your jeans because someone said a few mean words and touched you through your clothes?”

His eyes are wide, whites fully visible, pupils centred and locked forward. One brow twitches higher than the other, both drawn tight, and sweat beads along his temples. His mouth is drawn open, lips peeled back slightly to show clenched teeth. Every muscle in his face is tense.

“I could tell them,” you tease. “It’d be easy. One little slip, and that’d be it. Can you imagine how fast it’d spread? By lunch, the whole warehouse would know.”

He looks like he might cry.

Poor baby.

You pull back with a wicked grin. “Relax, Lawrence. I won’t say anything. Not this time, at least.”

His relief is visible, as sharp and raw as the rest of him.

“And in exchange for my silence,” you continue, reaching casually for your jacket, “you can pay off my tab.”

You slide out of the booth, smooth and unhurried, with one last glance to make sure he’s watching you go.

“This was really fun,” you say brightly. “You should come out with us more often, Law.”

And you wink.

Lawrence watches you make your way to the door, watches you thank the server on your way out, then vanish into the dark beyond the doorway.

Around him, the pub staff start stacking chairs, glancing his way every so often to hint it's that they’d prefer if he left too.

He doesn't move. He stays there, frozen in the booth. He's barely aware of them. He has no idea if his other coworker is still in the bathroom or slipped away without him noticing, but it doesn't matter: he's alone now, just like always.

You leaving right after all that doesn't surprise him. He wasn't expecting you to stay, to talk, to pretend this meant something. People don't stick around Lawrence Oleander. He supposes that's just natural. Nothing in nature is permanent, after all.

What he doesn't understand, though, what's gnawing at the edges of his mind, is why you ever touched him at all. Why you did that to him. He imagines splitting open your pretty head like ripe fruit, peeling back the skin and bone until he finds the slippery folds of your brain. He wonders if your reasons would be hidden somewhere inside that pink mess. Maybe if he saw inside, he could make sense of it. Understand how you work.

He supposes you must just think he's weak. Easy. Something you can humiliate and abandon, knowing he'll just take it. But he's not weak, not like that. And he won't just take it.

No, this isn't over.

He's coming after you next. He's going to show you exactly what it feels like, being helpless, being powerless, having someone else touch the vulnerable parts of you.

Lawrence doesn't know much, but he knows one thing for sure:

He'll find out where you live. And then it'll be his turn.