#aurelie talks

[pensbridgerton]

I'm so happy that they added Isaac in the show because while all of his friends are falling in love with each other, he's just there chilling with a book and that's the representation that I need

#aurelie talks #heartstopper

[lacesgirl]

You didn't burn those flowers, did you|t.nott part 2

part 1

summary: Sometimes it's better for us if our prayers are not listening by anyone.

parings: Theodore Nott x fem!reader

warnings: bad grammar, lack of self -respect

word counts: 2131

author's note: It's part 2 and I hope y'all going to enjoy this. Also I started working on something bigger than one shots so I hope that you're going to like this.

Love is like poison, once you will be loved by a person, you’re going to end up in pain. The only thing that love is doing it’s just crushing your soul and you will never be the same.

“You didn't burn those flowers, did you?” Mattheo asked.

This night was so peaceful with a bright sky and music blasting somewhere behind us. I couldn’t see Theo tonight. He was way too drunk and his eyes once blue now was just dark and full of hatred. 

“I couldn’t. I’m still hoping that he’s going to change. He’s going to talk to me.” I responded and passed him a pack of cigarettes. 

Mattheo sighed and took one cigarette from the pack. Then he lit my cigarette. I really appreciated the fact that he was worrying about me. I decided to give him a chance because deep down I know that he liked me. We both know that I still loved Theo. 

Ever since we barely see Nott. And when we were seeing him, he was drunk or high. I lose all hope that he’s going to talk not only to me but also the rest of our group.

“So now you and Mattheo are a thing.” Pansy theoretical asked.

“Yeah… but he knows that I still have feelings for Theo and I didn’t burn those fucking flowers. I don’t think that I will ever be ready to do this” I responded.

Pansy looked at me and started to look for her favorite black skirt. I was really hoping that she’s going to say something but she didn’t do it. When I was finishing my makeup, she came closer. She sat down and at this moment I started to regret my wish. She was doing that when she wanted to tell me about something which wasn’t really good news to me.

“If you want to drop Mattheo and run back to your ex, just keep it in mind that Cedric is single,” she said.

“Pansy what the fuck are you talking about?” I screamed at her.

“When I was looking for a Nott because I wanted to ask him about a book I borrowed to him I heard something” she responded.

“Girl, don't try my patience” I said.

“Cedric was talking about getting back to you because you two did a project together. He didn’t tell what you two were doing but he was getting at you cheating Theo with him.” Pansy stated.

“You're kidding right?” I asked.

“If you want to take this as a joke then yes.” she ironically responded. 

“Fuck me.” I commented.

“What do you want to do with this?” she asked.

“Well I want to show him that me and him hooking up was just a simple mistake.” I responded.

Pansy nodded her head and started talking about her idea of revenge. I was just simply in shock because me and Cedric agreed that our relationship has to end. When Pansy was ready we went to a party and I decided to play a game with Cedric.

I was sitting at the counter. Mattheo was touching my thigh. And I saw Cedric sitting on the couch with Aurelie. He knew exactly what he was doing. 

“Go and talk to Aurelie, I know that you like her now.” I told to Mattheo.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, we both know that we like to flirt with each other but you can’t kiss me because you’re going to betray Theo and I can’t kiss you because I love him. Holding hands and cuddling it’s nothing. So go and talk to her.” I responded and playfully hit his head.

I couldn’t wait long for him and Aurelie disappearing outside. I jumped off the counter and went to Cedric. I sat at his lap. The best part was that he wasn’t surprised, it was almost like he wanted me to do it. 

“Tell me, this is what we did, when we were doing a project” I asked. 

I knew that his friends were looking at us and were interested in this situation. So I kissed him on the cheek. I knew what I was doing but I didn’t know that Theo was here and he was looking. But when he saw this he just left. I mean that’s what Lorenzo told me after.

“Or maybe we were doing this” I stated. 

His face turned red because I didn’t knew what he told his friends and his friends were smiling, some of them were laughing.

“That’s what I thought. Next time, when you decide to make out with me while doing a project, just tell me what we did because I still don’t know. And I think I’m supposed to know.” I said.

Then I headed to the yard. I needed to smoke. It didn’t last long when the yard was full of people who wanted to know what just happened. I was making myself a drink when Cedrics’ friends were telling everyone what happened. I was really glad that some of our friends had a house where we could drink on the weekends. Once the party was over, a new week has come.

Something changed after that party. Me and Mattheo were still flirting because Aurelie and any other girl didn’t last long as befits Mattheo. Lorenzo was still a loser when it comes to drinking and poor Blaise had to take care of him. Pansy and Draco would still make out with us in one room. It was all the same but the change was in Theo. He was still intoxicated when we were seeing him but we could see him frequently. I mean I was seeing him more often than the rest of us. But he still refused to talk to us.

One time Pansy and I were talking about a borrowed book and even though Nott didn’t talk to us, he gave it back. He didn’t come to us and gave it back but the next day a book was laying in front of our bedroom. He was attending Quidditch again. He was signing me to be his partner at every work even though he was doing this all by himself. This is how three weeks passed. When we were all sitting in the common room when Elijah came with a big smile on his face.

“My dear friends, I will be throwing a party on Friday, so feel free to come and get drunk” he screamed, “And my dear Y/N, Cedric is also invited so yall can make a clusterfuck again” he added. 

I sarcastically smiled in response. 

“Oh come on girl, after your whatever that was everyone was concentrating on you and made a pretty big mess in my yard.” Elijah said.

“Thanks for reminding me. I would kill myself without this quick reminder.” I responded. 

Elijah looked at me and smiled. 

“Do you think that Theo is going to be there?” Blaise asked.

“I guess so.” I responded.

Before the party I decided to go to Muggle world for a pack of cigarettes. It was way much better than ours. It took me too long so I arrived a bit late. I always wonder how Elijahs’ parents never realized what was happening in their house. When I was inside I realized that I might have arrived too late because Lorenzo was already drunk. It’s not like he needed much alcohol, I just knew that at first they don’t drink too much. They are always waiting for some kind of drama and then the party begins. I was looking for Theo but I couldn’t find him, so I just sat down with my friends.

“Do you have it?” Pansy asked so I showed her a pack of cigarettes.

“Here’s your drink” Mattheo said while passing me a coup.

The smell was so strong and I knew that today I’m not walking by myself but someone is going to carry me from this house. 

Many drinks after, Theo came. He was already drunk so TROUBLE was screaming loudly. All of us were waiting for him to do something but he went to make himself a drink. 

Then to our surprise he sat with us. 

He sat next to me. 

The silence was so loud even though the party was yobby. He didn’t even look at us. He was just sitting. I was chugging my drink and thanks to the drunk Lorenzo, the silence was over. He started saying stupid things and Pansy started to respond to him. After a while they all were again loud but I felt really uncomfortable. When I was about to stand and go to make another drink, he grabbed my cup to make me a drink. 

“You should just chill Y/N and be natural.” Draco stated.

“Easier said than done…” I said but I was interrupted by a glass bump.

Theo decided to bring alcohol to our table. I looked over and saw Cedric. He was looking at me and if Lorenzo was telling the truth and Theo saw what I did last time, I wasn’t surprised that he brought alcohol here. 

After a drink Pansy and Draco just disappeared, Lorenzo went to some bedroom to sleep. So on the couch was me, Theo, Blaise and Mattheo. I chugged four more drinks and I knew that I had to stop. I was way too drunk so I decided to go outside to smoke but I took a drink with me. I also couldn’t stand Theo, I was happy that he’s with us but the way he acted, more like he didn't act unbearable.

I went to the end of the yard and the wind was whipping me gently. It was still night. Music was softly blasting and there was no one outside so I could be alone for a minute. But to be honest I don’t know how long I was sitting there. I knew that drink and half of cigarettes were gone.

When I got inside the mess was insane. A lot of broken glasses and blood. Fucking blood. I could feel like my heart stopped for a second. I sober up in a second. I started to look around but I couldn’t find him. But I saw Cedric all in blood. And I knew what happened. I started to look for Mattheo or Blaise. I found Blaise by the exit when he was looking for Theo.

“What happened?” I asked.

“Y/N” Blaise said while hugging me, “you didn’t come back for a solid hour and we didn’t see you in the yard so Mattheo went to look for you.” he added.

“I was just sitting at the very last corner of it,” I said.

“Yes, that’s the problem. It’s dark and we always know where you smoke.” he responded to me.

“I know, I just needed to be alone for a second and I’m sorry for worrying you.” I said, “but what happened to Cedric?” I asked.

“You weren’t coming back and Cedric started to make up the stories of you two doing a project. So Theo went to him and started to fight. Then he grabbed alcohol and just left.” Blaise responded.

“How long ago did he leave?” I asked.

“10 minutes maybe.” Blaise responded.

“I’m going to look for him. I might know where he is.” I stated.

I knew that Blaise didn’t want me to go alone and drunk at night but it was the only way to find Theodore.

The night was still peaceful but my heart wasn’t. The only place he could go was the heathland. We were always going for some privacy there because only we knew where it was. As I was closer and closer I could hear him breaking a bottle. 

“Theodore, can we talk!” I screamed when I was close enough. 

He decided to ignore me and just walk by.

“Theo, can you just fucking stop!” I screamed again. 

He ignored me again so I decided to walk faster to him. When I was by his side, I grabbed his wrist. He pushed me but I did it again. This time he stopped walking but he didn’t look at me. 

“Teddy, let’s just talk.” I calmly said. 

He grabbed me by my cheeks and kissed me. It was a long and passionate kiss but something was off. 

“I don’t want to talk. I just want you to love me but you had to choose fucking Cedric. At first I didn’t believe the rumors but then I saw how you smiled at each other. Every time you two were together, you were laughing a lot and I knew that he makes you feel good. And then the fact that they knew was even worse. Because that day I lost not only a girl I love more than anything but also my friends. And then I saw you and Cedric at that party and I realized that I need to let you go even though I still love you.” Theo said.

He was still holding my face so I grabbed his arm so he couldn’t just go away.

“It’s not like that,” I said and then I explained everything to him. I knew that he wanted to listen to me because he let me talk.

“I’m sorry, I really mean this. I love you and I don’t want to lose you ever again.” he whispered to my ear while hugging me. 

“Let’s clean you up.’’ I said and gave him a peck on the lips.

I wanted to start over, he wanted to start over and it was all that mattered to me.

“You didn't burn those flowers, did you?” Theo asked but it sounded more like he wanted to convince himself.

“I prayed that these flowers would burn on their own, because I couldn’t do it.” I responded and hugged him even tighter.

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[morelikeravenbore]

Alright here I come, sliding in your messages 👑

Regarding the shared questions I would love to know number 2, 11+12 ♥️

Love you queen, bye ♥️♥️♥️

Oh, hi, Queen Lory! 👑 How generous of you to visit my humble ask box! *curtseys*

✨What scene did you first put down?

Since I write my scenes wildly out of order, I don't remember exactly which one came first, but I do remember which one I really ✨loved✨ first.

'Mind if I join you?' Aurélie's eyes flew open. As if her thoughts alone had conjured him, the touselled-haired Slytherin boy stood grinning over her, his tall figure casting a shadow over her long-forgotten history book. Without waiting for an answer, he flopped down on the grass beside her, propped himself up on one elbow and pulled a box of Every Flavour Beans from his pocket. 'Care for a bean?' he asked, giving the box a little jiggle. Aurélie raised a dubious brow. 'Jelly beans for breakfast?' - How to Make a Villain, chapter six.

I love this chapter because it's the first turning point in Sebastian and Aurelie's friendship. Here they go from, 'he's annoying/she's just some girl' to 'oh, haaang on a minute...'

Their conversation in this scene sets the tone for their entire relationship: Sebastian pursues, Aurélie withdraws, and this push and pull continues for the course of the story. Aurélie is afraid of connection, Sebastian is afraid of losing it, but beneath all their fear, doubt and trauma is a deep bond that incrementally gets more and more difficult to deny.

✨What do you like best about this fic?

That I get to write it, lol.

✨What do you like least about this fic?

That I have to write it, lol.

HA no I'm kidding. What I like best about this fic is how happy I feel when I'm working on it, thinking about it, and talking about it, and how it's connected me lots of brilliant friends like you.

What I like the least is... ermmm... Honestly, I don't know. Probably inflicting angst onto my beloved bebes because it hurts to write it.

Thanks for the question, Queen of my heart!

How to Make a Villain: wattpad | ao3

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[apprenticestanheight]

All is Well That Ends Well - Lawrence Gordon x gn! afab! reader - Part IV

Annnnnnnnnd, an hour and eleven minutes later, here's part four!! the next parts will be released on the seventh and fourteenth and then, unless I can manage to get a lot of writing done in not a lot of time, there'll probably be a bit of a delay between the end of The Beginning and the beginning of The Middle (I promise better titles will be created for these sections I am just. I am just terrible at titling and pull stuff out of a hat a lot of the time) but at the latest, the Middle will start in late march-early april.

Fic type - this one is so smutty, but it's also fluffy, so it's fluff that leads up into smut

Warnings - minors,, DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT THANK YOU, oral, cockwarming, edging (kind of??) mentions of the loss of Lawrences foot + prosthetics and pain and itching associated with wearing them too long

A few days pass, and on that Wednesday, after all of your classes were cancelled from a snowstorm, you wake up at eight and make a list with Aurelie over the phone of things you need to grab, organized by room for your own convenience.

For your bedroom you need to get a nightstand, wardrobe, a lamp or two, and better sheets and blankets than the ones you’d had for a decade, which were on their last legs as it were.

For the bathrooms—of which there are two, one in the primary suite and the other across the hall from one of the other two bedrooms—you need shower curtains, bathmats, and small bins to hold random essentials like pads, tampons, Band-Aids and anything else someone might need short notice, as well as trash cans and garbage bags accordingly.

The living and dining rooms are where stuff gets pricey—you need a couch, love seat, rocking chair, coffee table, television and a stand, curtains, maybe a rug and definitely a dining table.

For one of the other two bedrooms, you require an additional bed and curtains so that it can serve as the guest space. For the other of the two bedrooms, you need curtains, bookshelves, a comfy daybed, a desk and a rolling chair so that it can act as a library-slash-office space for studying and reading.

Since you figure Lawrence is working, Aurelie helps you get most of it. A lot of it came from IKEA for the sake of your own convenience but you refused, blatantly, to buy a bed or couch or even so much as a rocking chair from there, so it was a fairly cheap trip.

You grab the bed from the same spot you got the one you’d bought for yourself six months before, when the bed you’d had got lumpy and it became clear just how old it was—a local furniture store that was a twenty minute drive out and did same-day delivery fee at no additional cost.

The rocking chair, couch, coffee table, love seat, wardrobe and daybed were purchased from a furniture store one of your bosses had recommended. It was a forty minute drive from the condo but so worth it as they delivered to your apartment for only an additional $20.

Once the furniture shopping is complete you grab groceries and are home to unload them at half past four, making quick work of it because all you want to do is lie on your couch and make a bad decision or two.

You call Lawrence, exhausted but wanting to test out the couch in more ways than just sitting on the damn thing, at five o’clock on the dot. He answers on the second ring.

“How’d furniture shopping go?” He greets.

You bite your lip to fend off a smile. “Aurelie did it with me—sorry for not calling you, I figured you were working and the places I went to for the bigger things do delivery—and now I’m just sitting, lonely. Kind of want to order take out, honestly, but Aurelie has studying to do and I’m assuming you’re still at work.”

“Just left, actually,” Lawrence says. “I can come over if you’d like? We can talk for a bit and, assuming there are groceries in your fridge today unlike yesterday, I can make dinner. Takeaway is decent but food that takes effort is good, too.”

“I didn’t come close to spending a quarter of the rainy day fund,” you say. “I told myself I’d spend five thousand at most, and I spent close to five thousand, yeah, but still. The way I see it, I have sixty dollars to blow on take out and if you really must cook me dinner, you can do so Friday night. I like things more even and unless you’d prefer that I spent the $60 on weed, I’d really like to see you.”  

Lawrence laughs. “I think I’ve realized what you aim to get from me,” he says. “I thought I’d be the one making those types of calls or coming into the condo with my spare key and groping you while you read whichever book you’re reading at that point in time.”

You laugh seductively. “That’ll come up in the next few weeks, I imagine,” you say. “However, right now I am exhausted, need something in my something and this couch is way too big for one person. Grabbed an L shaped one so that I could take a nap on it on a lazier Sunday afternoon but today was not lazy or a Sunday. Today was productive and if I don’t see you in the next thirty minutes, I will drive my ass back to where I vaguely remember your house being and knock on a door, one that I can only I hope is yours so that I can make the first $2000 you’ll give me on whichever day within the next week so worth your while that it hurts.”

“You’ll get it Saturday,” Lawrence says. “The first installment.”

“Get your ass to this condo or so help me God—”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” Lawrence laughs. “Mouthing me off is not recommended.”

“There can’t be too many punishments out there. I like it when pain gets involved. Being thrown and smacked around just gets me wet.”

“There are ways to torture you without being aggressive. Be a good puppy and wait for me, yeah?”

You roll your eyes. One sexual encounter a few days prior and he knows, already, that calling you his puppy is the quickest way to get you to submit.

“Yeah, Lawrence,” you say. “Of course.”

“Good,” he says. “You can wait fifteen minutes without touching yourself, can’t you?”

Without meaning to, you grind helplessly against the hem of your jeans.

“Mhm.”

“Good puppy.”

And then the call is done, and you’re going to your bedroom to swap your day clothes for something more comfortable—a black hoodie you’d owned since you started in the PhD program at 26 that you’d accidentally ordered around six sizes too big—and strip of everything else.

You head back into the living room, clad in nothing but a baggy hoodie. It leaves your clit, folds, and breasts open to the wintery cold updraft, which forces you to grab a throw blanket and toss it over your legs.

The ten minutes to proceed those events are spent reading a romance novel that you’d put on your coffee table for decoration, and when you hear the sound of Lawrences spare key entering the slot on the door, you grin.

He closes the door behind him lightly, grins when he meets your gaze, and you look him over.

He looks good in a way that makes you almost insatiable—navy blue button up shirt, black slacks, white doctors coat hanging loosely off his shoulders. His hair is handsomely unkempt, and he looks like the picture of laidback professionalism.

He takes the white coat off, drapes it over the top of your loveseat.

“You look cute,” he says. “Waited for me on the couch the entire time?”

You nod, standing up without thinking twice about it. “You said to wait. I did.”

He steps towards you, intentionally walking slowly. “Are you wearing anything beneath the hoodie, puppy?”

You shake your head. “I’m not. I always wear the hoodie like this—it’s comfortable for me,” it’s a lie, of course, but you just have to hope it’s not a very obvious one.

“Is it really?” He asks. When you bite your lip, he laughs.

“I don’t like liars,” he says. “If you decided to forgo anything beneath it because of me, you’re allowed to be honest. I find honesty preferable to lies, even if the way that you bite your lip and how fucking good you look makes me want to bend you over the arm of the couch and use you to my preference.”

You nod. “I wore it like this for conveniences sake,” you admit. “Was a bit warm, too, and needed to cool off, even though I regretted that almost instantly because it's the fucking winter. Figured you’d have an easier time touching me if I wore nothing underneath the sweater.”

Lawrence takes another step and is finally within arms reach.

“I’ll buy us dinner,” he says. “You can use the sixty for a nice lingerie set if you want, or maybe a few new books, but I have to get you back for thinking of how to dress in a manner that conveniences me.”

“You’re giving me four thousand dollars this month. I am not letting you buy dinner.”

“New rule, then,” he says. “Rule number four: in addition to the four thousand dollars monthly, I get to buy you dinner and gifts whenever I please.”

“You’re only doing that out of spite,” you say pointedly. “You said four thousand was the max amount you could give me while living within your means.”

“I said it was the amount I could give you, not the max amount,” Lawrence says. “Realistically I could afford close to five thousand, but I figured that spoiling you to some extent would come into play at one point or the next, so I rounded down.”

“Fine,” you nod. “I accept the rule. What’s your favorite color?”

“That’s a tie between dark blue, dark green, and maroon,” he says. “Why do you ask?”

You bite your bottom lip lightly. “While I am privy to owning a decent set to feel confident once in a while, I do want it to look so good that you can’t resist the urge to see what’s underneath. Your favorite color is the place to start in figuring that out, one would think.”

He puts one hand on your hip, a smirk kicking up the corner of his mouth. “I won’t be needed at work until nine tomorrow morning,” he says. “I’m going to make this worth it for us both, mm?”

You nod. All you want him to do is either start rubbing your clit while he kisses you, or for his fingers to be in your mouth again.

“Hows the oral fixation?”

“Still doing it’s thing,” you say, biting your lip again. “Why?”

“Be a good puppy for me and kneel, Y/N.”

You do as he says without having to think twice, becoming eye-level with his half hard cock and almost moaning as you look at it.

“What do you wanna do from where you are?” Your gaze goes to his.

Your tongue pokes out from between your lips, and suddenly thoughts of sucking him off cloud your mind entirely.

“Go on, puppy. Speak.”

“Wanna suck you off,” you whisper. “Wanna—oh my God. Lawrence please—”

“Do as you please, puppy,” he whispers. “I’m not gonna tell you no.”

You lean in, smelling him through his pants before you undo the zipper, button, and pull them and his boxers down, taking his half hard cock into your mouth within seconds.

“Good—holy fuck,” Lawrence moans. “Your mouth is amazing.”

You hum in response, tongue finding the underside of his length and setting a pace that clearly drives Lawrence a little insane. When a hand falls to your hair and he sets a pace of his own, you let him, just enjoying the feeling of his cock in your mouth.

He finishes in your mouth a few minutes later, and you swallow his cum without thinking. It makes him laugh even as he apologises for coming so suddenly, wiping what of it had dribbled to your chin after he’s helped you stand.

He presses his thumb against your bottom lip and you take it into your mouth, getting the cum off of it and grinning slightly when he thanks you for the deed.

He sits down on the long end of the couch, having pulled his boxers and his pants back up.  

His gaze meets yours, and he smirks. “C’mere, puppy. Sit on my lap.”

You do as he tells you, sitting on his lap so that your thighs sit on either side of his. His hands find your hips pretty quickly, and all you want to do is kiss him, but you refrain.

“Did Aurelie offer to help, or did you ask?” Lawrence asks.

“I called,” you laugh a bit. “Defeating the hyper independence one phone call at time, I guess. Plus, she wasn’t working and told me to call her if I needed anything. My mind has been pretty fuzzy since last night, when I tried to think of everything I’d need to buy, and I called her to avoid having a breakdown. Without her helping me figure stuff out and then going with me to grab it I would’ve cried a lot more today, to say the least of it.”

“Good,” Lawrence says. “And you called me because you were alone, horny, and needing company?”

You nod. “I know our first—encounter—was the other day, but I just—”

Lawrence nods like he understands, and part of you believes that he does. “Can I kiss you, puppy?”

“Please, Lawrence.”

And then his lips are on yours, and he’s letting you press his back against the couch as your hands cup his face and sit at the bottom end of his neck, and it’s so, so easy to get lost in it.

Lawrences tongue darts out to your bottom lip while one of his hands moves from your hip to your clit, resulting in the sound of a hushed gasp befalling your lips. Lawrence uses it to his advantage, tongue finding its way into your mouth while he rubs excruciatingly slow circles around your clit.

“Lawrence,” you moan, desperately clenching around nothing in order to avoid grinding down onto him. “Oh, Lawrence. Please.”

“Not yet, puppy,” he whispers, pulling away from your lips just enough to talk. “You got a bit mouthy earlier, yeah?”

You bite your lip, nodding slightly.

“Well, I believe I made a point about there being ways to punish you that don’t involve pain?”

“Mm,” you hum. “You’re not going to be needed at work until nine tomorrow, which means—”

“Realistically, I don’t have a need to be home until around one, which means I have you until at least midnight, which is, what? Six and a half hours out?”

“Lawrence—” you whimper. “Please, sir. Please don’t make me wait that long.”

“Aw, you think using an honorific is gonna make me take mercy? Puppy, I love it when you address me as such, but you did this to yourself, yeah? You can’t tell me what to do, sweetness. I’m the one who does the ordering. Be a good puppy for the next thirty minutes and I promise, the punishment stops and the reward begins, okay?”

You clench around air again, nod and let him go back to kissing you.

He kisses you until your head is spinning, and when he pulls away, you find that it’s only been a few minutes. Your head rests on his shoulder as you catch your breath, both of his hands returning to your hips.

“Take my cock out of my boxers for me, yeah?”

“Had you kept the pants and boxers off, it would’ve been easier,” you sass before you can stop yourself.

Lawrences response is a nod, a kiss to the side of your head. “Do as I say, puppy,” he says. “Good puppies get treats, and if you don’t do as I say, you’ll just be punished until midnight, and when I leave, you’ll have gotten a free dinner but sexually? You’ll be dissatisfied for at least another few days.”

“Sorry, Lawrence.” You lift yourself off him and pull his pants and boxers down, waiting for him to do the last of the work before you sit on his lap again, hovering just over his length.

“It’s okay, puppy,” he whispers, kissing your cheekbone. “You’re allowed to stop hovering.”

“If I don’t, then you’ll—I’ll—do you want us to use condoms?”

“I got a vasectomy in October, and Plan B pills are a thing,” he says. “You said you were clear for STIs, so I’m not worried. Go on, Y/N, but only if you’re comfortable.”

You slide yourself onto him, letting yourself be split open by his length, watching the way that he reacts to it.

The way that Lawrence reacts has to be one of the most attractive things you’ve ever seen—he rests his arms on the back of the couch, and as soon as you’ve taken the tip, his head tilts back.

When you’re close to bottoming out, a long, depraved, drawn out “fuck,” falls from his gorgeous lips.

When you do bottom out, you let yourself moan, let your head fall onto Lawrences shoulder.

“Gotta stay still, puppy,” Lawrence says. “No moving, yeah?”

You whimper, biting down onto Lawrences shoulder in order to keep yourself from doing so.

“I know, Y/N. Twenty minutes until six, mm?” He laughs, one hand slipping beneath the sweater you wear. “You can’t react, either. No clenching, no moving, nothing. Biting, moaning, and whimpering are allowed, though. You’re cute when you get needy, so it seems.”

His hand finds your lower stomach and he presses down, and you have to fight every single reactive urge to do as you’ve been told. Instead, you moan lewdly, the pressure of your bite against his clothed shoulder increasing.

“Good puppy,” he praises, his voice a whisper. “Oh, you really are a good listener. You like how this feels?”

“Lawrence,” you moan desperately. “’M sorry about the bite—I’m scared I might’ve bruised.”

You kiss the area of his shoulder you’d bitten while he laughs.

“You’re just doing as I told you, yeah? The pain wasn’t bad compared to the other stuff I’ve been through.”

At that, you remember his foot, or lack thereof, and just how long he's probably been wearing his prosthesis, which just has to hurt by that point. But no, of course you'd completely forgotten about potential discomfort when horny and wanting, though it was something you had taken account for when you'd talked in not-sexually-driven situations.

“Shit!” You curse. “I’m so sorry—I just—”

“I try not to make a huge deal of it,” he says. “It’s really no concern.”

When he finds that you still look a little unsure, he laughs and presses a kiss to your lips. “It’s all right, puppy. I promise, I'm fine. Nothing hurts, aches, or itches as far as my footless leg is concerned, yeah? Just relax for me, mm?”

You nod, still feeling guilty. Lawrence presses a kiss to your forehead and the next twenty minutes are spent with him letting you thrust once or twice every few minutes, his fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit.

When six hits, Lawrence beams. “You’re allowed to move,” he says. “But don’t come yet, yeah? Wanna spread you out on this couch.”

You do as he says, setting a pace that’s just quick enough to make you teeter along the edge within minutes but not enough to come. When Lawrence has had enough, he tells you as much, telling you to get off of him and lie on your back.

You do as he tells you, watching him take off his shirt and tie like it’s a strip show. When finally his lips are on you again, he’s kissing your thighs and making his way to where you need him most.

Once there, he presses a kiss against your clit, then runs his tongue gently through your folds.

“You’re so wet,” he laughs. “You really do get turned on easily, mm?”

Your response comes as a half-laugh, half whimper, and it just eggs Lawrence on. His tongue attaches itself to your clit and you clench around pretty much nothing, one hand finding your nipple beneath the sweater while the other grips the back of the couch like it’s a lifeline.

“Lawrence,” you moan as his lips and tongue move down to your hole. You pinch your nipple between your fingers and Lawence laughs at how desperate you sound for him.

His nose presses against your clit and you grind against him, moaning lewdly. “You're using your fucking nose—ohmygod,” you moan, having a split second wherein you don’t care about how loud you’re being. “Oh, fuck, Lawrence—”

Although he’d only gotten divorced four, maybe five months beforehand, it’s clear that he knows what he’s doing—whether it’s muscle memory from the early days of his marriage or something he’d picked up in the time since his divorce, you’re glad for it.

“Lawrence—ohmyfuckinggod—” you grind against his face and he laughs, nodding slightly.

“Use me, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your clit. “Use my mouth, yeah? Don’t worry about anything, just focus on yourself.”

You do as he says, letting yourself set a pace while Lawrrences hands move up to your stomach.

“Fuck, Lawrence,” you moan, inches away from releasing over his face. “Lawrence—I—”

“Go ahead,” he presses his tongue flat against your clit as you grind against him and that’s basically the final straw—when he buries his face in your cunt again, you cum over his face with your thighs pressing against the sides of it, holding him in place slightly.

He stays with you through the aftershocks and comes up to kiss you once all is said and done, and once again—depraved but so fucking hot because you can taste yourself on his tongue. The kiss is intense but also everything you need to relax, and when Lawrence pulls away, you tell him there are wash cloths in the bathroom and that he’s welcome to take a shower if he sees fit, but you’re exhausted and sprawled out over the couch is the way you aim to stay.

He leaves your side and is back twenty minutes later with a damp washcloth, which he runs over your exposed cunt and then himself. He helps you get to standing and leads you to the primary suite, grabbing you a pair of sweatpants and a baggy sweater after locating them easily in your wardrobe. You wobble back to the living room while Lawrence gets dressed again, plopping into the rocking chair you’ve placed in the corner of the room.

Lawrence checks the couch for stains and both of you are surprised to find that there are none, though Lawrence cleans the area anyway before he calls and orders delivery to your apartment.

“I know we said no staying post-coitus,” you murmur. “But—you have until midnight, yeah? Stay for a while.”

Lawrence nods. “I’ll at least stay for a while after dinner,” he says. You stand, sit in the love seat. Lawrence sits down next to you, wraps an arm around your shoulders. “I do want to get to know you more—I feel like we don’t know each other as well as we should.”

You smirk. “I’m entitled to my secrets, and you are to yours.”

“Yes, that is a fair point, but part of me wants to know everything about you that’s not a secret, Y/N.”

“Don’t forget one of the first rules we made—you’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”

“I wouldn’t hate loving you in the platonic sense of the word,” Lawrence says. “That’s what I aim to do.”

You hum, press a kiss to his shoulder. “’Mkay,” you nod. “Loving me platonically is allowed, says the judge of whatever the fuck this is going to turn into.”

Lawrence laughs.

For a split second, you feel the urge to freeze the moment in time, to treasure the simple domesticity of it.

You want to stay in that pocket of time forever, Lawrences arm wrapped around your shoulders, your cheek pressed just above his chest, so blissful that nothing else in the world matters to you or him, so well hidden away from the rest of the world that nothing can find you or be bothered with looking.

You brush it off quickly—the first rule of the agreement had been that you weren’t allowed to fall in love with each other. You were not going to start falling for a man you could not have, one that would not want you in turn.

#lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw (2004) #saw posting #sawposting

[artofcodaleia]

Yesterday @claireonacloud and Aurelie from youtube channel Lucasfilles talked about Ben in a Chandrilan outfit...

Hence this quick sketch :)

#Ben Solo #Reylo #Reylo art #Chandrila #star wars #fanart #Chandrilan Ben Solo #Lucasfilles #kylo ren #sketch

[pansysbbg777]

hp-dr!people

william evans-mcdonald house: hufflepuff age: seventeen face claim: dylan minnette sexuality/gender: trans man, straight description: william is shy, sensitive, and reserved but once you become his friend, you realize how talkative he can actually be. he loves charms class and healing and one day, he wants to work for saint mungo's and become a healer.

erin evans-mcdonald house: ravenclaw age: seventeen face claim: quintessa swindel (as maxine hunkel) sexuality/gender: cis woman, bisexual description: erin is eccentric and loud, which is why she is such good friends with luna. she is very intelligent and productive, as well as strong-minded and argumentative. she constantly gets into intelligent debate with others and protests a lot for the causes she believes in. she wants to work in the department for the regulation and control of magical creatures and as well as become a magizoologist and author.

corey meadowes (adopted) house: ravenclaw age: seventeen face claim: jack wolfe, as wylan van eck sexuality/gender: non-binary (he/they), aroace description: corey is very alternative and a functioning mute (he performs wordless magic). they have an anxiety disorder and finds it very hard to interact with others. however, them and their brother are super close, and they are also good friends with william and luna. their favorite class is potions.

lucas meadowes (adopted) house: hufflepuff age: seventeen face claim: mason gooding, as chad meeks-martin sexuality/gender: cis man, straight description: lucas is the class popular guy. he loves (and is great at) quidditch and partying. however! he is actually a really sweet guy and was taught to be VERY respectful towards women. he secretly wants to fall in love. he also really loves baking 🤷‍♀️ he loves wearing clothes that are construed as "feminine"

alexandra "alex" alphard black (adopted) house: slytherin age: seventeen face claim: havana rose liu sexuality/gender: cis woman, lesbian description: one the outside, alex is gruff and intimidating. to others, she seems like a bully, but really, if you are her friend, you find out she is actually hilarious, sarcastic, and fun to be around. yes, she is daring and adventurous, but she is very ambitious and cunning. she wants to become a curse-breaker for gringotts when she grows older.

aurelie beaufort (muggleborn) house: hufflepuff age: 17 face claim: reneé rapp sexuality/gender: cis woman, bisexual description: aurelie is the class popular girl - she is beautiful, kind, strong, and unapologetic. boys and girls are always throwing themselves her way. she loves (and is very talented at) quidditch but she's not exactly sure what she plans on becoming as an adult. she will become best friends with ginny.

theodore nott

travey davis

mattheo riddle

my year

gryffindors: harry potter, ron weasley, neville longbottom, seamus finnagin, dean thomas, hermione granger, parvati patil, lavender brown, ginny weasley

hufflepuffs: ernie macmillian, justin finch-fletchy, lucas meadowes, hannah abott, susan bones, sally-anne perkins, aurelie beaufort

ravenclaws: michael corner, terry boot, anthony goldstein, corey meadowes, me, luna lovegood, erin evans-mcdonald

slytherins: draco malfoy, vincent crabbe, gregory goyle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, mattheo riddle, pansy parkinson, daphne greengrass, tracey davis, alex black

#♡ [ glizzy shiftposts ] #harry potter shifting #hogwarts shifting #reality shift #reality shifting #shifters #shifting #hp shifting #shifting realities #shiftblr

[ladycerise]

Dario “the best” Arthaban.

Vengo a chillar tras lo que he leído de la respuesta de Dario (@entropiasgift) en la “cena” de los Bianchi-Arthaban. Primero, me encanta analizar las situaciones y personajes. Tengo TANTO para decir que me puede el hype. Esta situación (incómoda, horrorosa, inesperada) podemos concordar que va a lograr mucho desarrollo para las dos familias. Probablemente, más aliados o quien sabe (porque con ese secreto revelado de Giacomo verá que los Arthaban son más leales que Lorenzo, sus hermanos y los Bianchi que faltaron, menos sus padres claro. En sí nadie admira a Giacomo por ser quien es), mientras Lorenzo ha dejado una estela de tensión entre los propios hermanos (Cecilia y Dario), incluso para más drama, tensión entre Giacomo y Lorenzo. Cuando pensé en añadirlo a la cena, pensé en si lanzar todo o por el contrario, ser sutil. Pero mi objetivo era sobre la sangre que, si bien no se iba a derramar (porque para qué si es más intenso cuando se lleva todo a lo psicológico y no a lo físico), si que envenenaba a los presentes. Y oigan, me funcionó, resultó de algún modo. O eso creo. Ya me dirán.

Volviendo ahora al post. WELL, chillé en cada párrafo y aunque me gustaría pegar todo, creo que pondré al menos lo más destacable.

Sí, hay un desmayado en la sala. La mejor decisión. La más sabia. Qué decir. 😃🫂

ESTA PARTE FUE—, no tengo las mejores palabras pero la imagen fue inmediata ya que, si bien Lorenzo podría haber protegido a Cecilia de ese inminente destino, escoger otras palabras incluso, decidió mandarla al muere sin esfuerzo porque de ella no dijo nada. Excepto eso que Dario lo notó. Aunque aquí lo que Lorenzo buscaba era solo afirmar la alianza entre las familias pero más aún, dar a entender que los Bianchi no tienen miedo a exponer sus verdades mientras que los Arthaban no (pero lo que logró igual me tiene satisfecha, no crean).

EL SENTIMIENTO DE TRAICIÓN. QUEMA, ARDE. ME ENCANTA. AAAAAAAH.

TODOS QUIEREN SANGRE 🩸. ¿PERO LA PARTE DEL FUEGO? ¿HOLA? Es la mejor metáfora para el momento. Y si hay algo que dijo Cecilia y tuvo razón, es que Giacomo habría quemado todo de tener magia. AUNQUE SEGURO QUE LO HACE AURELIE.

Me gusta dos cosas: 1) que Darío proteja los hijos de Giacomo, sabiendo cuánto les quiere pese a su arrebato y locura encendida, porque si, él luego se va a arrepentir. ¿Mejor cuñado? Absolutamente. 2) Que no busque calmarlo ni un poquito aún si se lleva por delante todo. Y destaqué “sus cosas”, porque Giacomo es tan materialista, que justamente, el destruir sus cosas es algo que no sería común en él. Comida lujosa, copas e incluso el vino de los Arthaban... Vamos, no es algo que haría en sus cabales y ESO, eso lo entendió Darío como si ya viera su alma porque evidentemente, Giacomo hizo luto por UN JARRÓN. IMAGÍNATE LA COMIDA. Joder.

Y nunca tan bien dicho lo de la trampa. Qué bueno fue meter a Lorenzo para desviar toda la atención y así salvar a la pobre Eider(?)

Icónico. Solo eso. I C O N I C O. El poderoso descaro de tomarle la mano a Eider con toda la contra, ¡me muero! Pero los padres de Giacomo tendrán serias preguntas al respecto porque es obvio que no entenderán que tiene que ver Eider. Imaginen que están como ????, «¿Acaso nos perdimos algo y Lorenzo tiene razón en que nos mienten?» In fact, no defiendo a nadie porque como escritora amo ser neutral, pero sé y amo que todos aquí hayan puesto su dosis de caos. Y es gracioso, porque si quería que Giacomo fuera un poquito odiado (?) Pero que Dario se haya tomado bien el “vayanse a la mierda”, hará que Giacomo quiera tener un the talk™ cuando se calme. Seguro le llora un poco (no llorar, diría que berrear entre muchas cosas).

#kkoth #rol #kaelkoth #oc: dario arthaban #oc: giacomo bianchi #oc: cecilia bianchi #keeping it up with the bianchis #oc: aurelie arthaban #oc: eider krowstone #Lenguaje de las flores #Impresiones #no dejo de chillar #Ya quiero leer a Aurelie y Eider #Porfas

[chaiiitime]

Will you be my wingman?

Author’s note: This is a work of fiction. I’m aware that they both have different partners irl.

December 2020

“Bonjour”

Aurelie looked up to see that Daniel had somehow gotten hold of a microphone and as usual had taken it upon himself to entertain the whole of Renault’s hospitality suite.

“Oh it works -“ Daniel burst out laughing, the microphone amplifying the sound of his laughter. Aurelie and the rest of her colleagues winced at the noise, but it was impossible to not be thoroughly entertained by him. He was too charming, too charismatic for anyone to be annoyed by his antics. Everyone watched in amusement as he attempted to speak French, which for Daniel, mainly consisted of saying ‘enchanté’ mixed with the odd French word he knew.

“Alright then, bon appetit!” Daniel took a little bow amid a few of the whoops before joining Michael and Blake at one of the tables. There was the usual sense of levity that came with it being the last race of the season. Earlier in the day, they’d had the team photos taken, with everyone wearing the special masks with Daniel’s signature smile on it. Afterwards, he had patiently taken selfies with everyone who had walked up to him, his smile under the mask never wavering.

Aurelie knew everyone was sad to see Daniel go, because how could anyone not be sad when they were losing a driver of Daniel’s calibre? When he had announced at the beginning of the year, even before they had turned wheel, that he was leaving for McLaren for the next season, the break-up had been messy. Cyril had not held back, acting like a jilted lover in the press. Daniel had kept a dignified silence in the face of it all and in spite of, or maybe because of Cyril’s recriminations, he had been determined to show the team that even if he was leaving, he was still a hundred percent committed. Everyone and maybe Daniel more than anyone else, had been surprised at the improvements they’d made from the year before. Maybe this was why everyone was disappointed to see Daniel go. He had been the one to galvanise the whole team behind him, pushing them forward through the lows of the season. He had been the driving force behind this momentum that they’d been building over the last year and a half. Aurelie guessed everyone felt sad and frustrated in equal measure that he was leaving before this momentum had coalesced into something bigger and brighter, before he himself got to benefit from the hard work he had put in.

As for Aurelie herself, she’d never had as much fun as she’d had over the two years she’d worked with Daniel. He had kept her on her toes because she never knew what he was going to say next in an interview. He’d ribbed her during their Facebook lives, had gotten her into UFC and had taught her where the best barbecue and live music was in Austin. Sometimes, late at night, Aurelie had to convince herself to not read anything more into Daniel’s friendly teasing - he did it with everyone else, even if it felt like he went out of his way to make her blush.

Maybe the one thing she was most glad for was that she had gotten to know the man behind the smiles, something that very few people got to see. She’d learnt that he hated the cold and would complain all throughout a cold weekend. She’d learnt that he was a diva when it came to the temperature at which his driver’s room was to be kept at or how he would only have an oat milk latte with his breakfast.

And then the helmet would go on and it would be like watching a completely different person. She loved standing at the back of the garage and watch him talk to his engineers between runs, curls matted down with sweat, balaclava lines cutting across his cheekbones, the furrows between his brows deepening as he concentrated on the data. She loved how he would talk with his hands, his movements becoming more deliberate as he tried to make some point or the other.

Sometimes she’d also witnessed the little cracks in the armour. She distinctly remembered the first time she’d seen him lash out. It had been after one particularly underwhelming race last year. He’d gotten out of the car and had not even stopped to listen to whatever Michael had been telling him. She had been standing in the doorway to his driver’s room when he had hurled his helmet towards the wall, chipping the plaster. She’d been shocked at this display of pure rage, but then, she’d come to almost relish those sparse outbursts of anger that so very few people were allowed to see. Because it proved that under the polished surface, there was a man who was as deeply flawed as anybody else. Those little cracks showed the raw bleeding pulsing core of him, that darker side of him that he kept carefully hidden but one that he fed constantly with his need to prove people wrong. The badger before he went and dipped it in honey.

Aurelie was not even ashamed to admit to herself that somewhere along the way, she had fallen in love with Daniel. She liked to fool herself into thinking that it was simply a crush on a colleague but she knew deep down, that it was something a bit more for her. And she was completely okay with knowing that this feeling might always be one-sided. Daniel was the sun and she was simply one of the many people orbiting around him, trying to soak up his warmth.

★★★

Daniel felt like there was a thousand ants crawling under his skin. He’d been feeling like he was standing at this precipice of uncertainty since he had gotten out of the car after the race. Maybe it was just because this season had been so peculiar - living in this privileged bubble, going from racetrack to racetrack, so completely detached to the realities of what was actually happening in the real world. Maybe it was the prospect of him not seeing his family for Christmas for the first time since he had left home at 17. He couldn’t help feeling like there was something amiss. It was this restlessness that had brought him in front of this room two floors down from his.

Aurelie. Her name whispered along his skin and settled deep in his heart. Daniel didn’t know when and how she’d become so essential to him. She was the first person he sought out on a race weekend. The first person he sometimes thought about in the morning. They’d had some pretty fun moments together. He’d always said stupid things during interviews, but with her, he’d enjoyed being even more ridiculous than usual, saying his little quips into her tiny recorder as she held it so close to his face during interviews, warm in the knowledge that she’d laugh again when she would listen back to the recording - like a teenage boy trying to impress his crush.

These past two years, she’d somehow become his escape from his disappointments, from the doubts that would creep in whenever he thought he’d made a mistake leaving Red Bull. Daniel had used her warmth, her quiet strength to paper over the empty spaces in his soul. Her camaraderie, her support, her smiles and soft little touches -he’d indulged in it all without giving her anything in return. Every time he’d thought of confessing his feelings for her, of taking that step towards a relationship, he’d always chickened out. He knew he had commitment issues. He didn’t need a therapist to tell him that. It was just that he was convinced that he wouldn’t be able to give his hundred percent to his racing if he ever was in a committed relationship. He knew it was a baseless fear but it was one that was so ingrained in him that he couldn’t let it go.

Daniel felt a bit ridiculous standing there in front of her door. It wasn’t that he was afraid of being rejected. Sometimes when he would catch Aurelie’s eyes, even when they were surrounded by a million other people, he would feel that nebulous unspoken thing shimmering between them. If he took this step, he knew there would be no going back.

He softly rapped on the door, almost certain she would not open because it was one in the morning, after all. After a few moments, he heard the soft click of the lock and then she was standing in front of him. Daniel’s mouth dried up at the sight of her. The light in the bathroom was on, spilling into the hallway and backlighting her. She was wearing an old t-shirt, made thin and almost transparent by the numerous times it had apparently been washed. Even in the dim light, Daniel could tell she was not wearing a bra. The t-shirt clung enticingly to her unbound breasts, dipping to the rounded curves of her hips. The sleep shorts she wore exposed the dimple in her thighs and the smooth expanse of her legs.

Daniel was in deep, deep trouble.

“Daniel, is everything ok?” Aurelie sleepily blinked up at him.

“I’m sorry. I knew you probably were already in bed,” he smiled sheepishly “but I wanted to say bye before you left. Can I come inside?”

She stepped aside to let him through. Of course, her room was much smaller than his and in better order than his currently was. Aurelie gestured towards the only chair in the room, obviously expecting him to sit there. Daniel hesitated before finally sitting down next to her on the bed, their knees knocking together in the process.

“I actually have something for you. To thank you for everything you’ve done these past 2 years.” Daniel handed her the gift bag he had been holding.

“Oh …” Aurelie hoped Daniel didn’t notice the slight tremor in her hand as she took the bag from him. She refrained from saying the usual you shouldn’t have because she would be lying if she said she was anything but giddy right now. Her breath whooshed out as she pulled out the slim box and flicked it open. She’d been expecting a generic farewell gift and not the beautiful bracelet resting on the velvet inside.

Iridescent moonstone gems blinked up at her, each cabochon nestled in a silver frame so delicately crafted. She reverently touched one of the gemstones. It was undoubtedly the most beautiful piece of jewellery she’d ever been gifted. “Daniel, this is so beautiful.”

He watched her with hooded eyes. He had bought the bracelet in Istanbul when they’d been there last month for the Grand Prix. He’d been walking in the almost deserted streets of the city when he’d seen the bracelet in the window of a shop. He didn’t know what the gemstones were called but its light blue colour, almost shimmery, had reminded him of Aurelie’s eyes. He’d bought it, even if at the time he hadn’t been sure he’d ever get to give it to her. He plucked the bracelet from the box and before he could really think about it, reached out for her hand, clasping the bracelet around her wrist.

He didn’t let go of her hand. They both stayed suspended in the moment, looking at their joint hands. There was something captivating about the contrast between their hands, his tanned one with the rose tattoo in sharp relief against her paler, much smaller one. Aurelie’s breath hitched as his long fingers grazed her fluttering pulse over and over, the movement almost hypnotic.

Daniel looked up at her. The unspoken words hung between them. Deep down, they both had known they’d one day reach this moment, and after denying it to themselves for so long, everything just felt right in that moment. Without even asking her, he knew what her answer would be.

And then he was there. Lips brushing softly against each other at first, then more insistently. The wet glide of his tongue against the seam of her mouth as he sought her permission to press into her mouth. Aurelie moaned in response, her hands gliding up into his curls to bring him closer. Daniel’s tongue dipped into her mouth, then withdrew again and again. He made love to her mouth as he had fantasised on so many early mornings when he was alone in bed. She tasted like wild honey, the taste so intoxicating and addictive Daniel felt like he could drink from her mouth for a whole lifetime and still never get enough.

They broke apart, breaths ragged. Aurelie dragged her hand down his cheek, enjoying the rough scrape of his stubble against her palm. She shivered thinking how delicious his stubble would feel on softer, more intimate parts of her body. Placing her hands around his neck, she boosted herself further onto his lap, her knees bracketing his hips. Daniel’s hands flexed on her hips as he pulled her snugly against him, her breasts tight against his hard chest and his bulge notching perfectly against the softest centre of her body. He tilted his head back and watched in amusement as she looked her fill. She traced her fingers almost reverently on the bump of his nose before continuing down to his mouth, the pad of her thumb pressing into his fuller bottom lip. Daniel playfully nipped at the fleshy pad of her thumb, before his tongue flicked out to soothe the sting.

Aurelie looked down at him. He was smiling, his dimples lending him such a boyish charm. She felt light, her head spinning at the speed they’ve moved from being simply colleagues to them being here in each other’s arms. Sure, she’d known he had a soft spot for her, but she hadn’t expected he could possibly feel like she did. She was so happy she tipped her head back and laughed.

Daniel looked at her strangely, his lips twitching, “what’s the matter? Why are you laughing? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?” He asked jokingly.

She shook her head at him, “I can’t believe we’ve gone from never saying anything to each other to us kissing like that. Only you, Daniel Ricciardo, would get away with that without taking a girl to dinner first.”

“Well, see . .” Aurelie just knew he was going to say something really Daniel Ricciardo-esque “I’m a traditional man. I‘ve been waiting for you to ask me out to dinner and,” he gave her a cheeky smile, his hands slipping under her shirt to softly graze the undersides of her boobs. “I definitely would have let you get to second base on the first date itself.”

Aurelie playfully punched him on the arm, “For your information, I have considered telling you how I felt a few times over the season.”

“Then why did you not say anything?” Daniel asked.

Aurelie tipped her head down, hoping her hair hid the blush on her face. “Because I was afraid you’d say something like it’ll pass, like the hot priest said to Fleabag. And that would have hurt so much more than anything.”

Daniel looked at her quizzically “who the hell is the hot priest and why was he mean to this fleabag person?” Aurelie mumbled never mind as she hid her face in the nook of his neck. She could feel his smile against her skin as he pressed a soft kiss on her cheek.

He tipped her face up to look at him. His face was serious now, the small smile on his face bringing out the laugh lines around his eyes.

“Aurelie Donzelot, I don’t know how or when but you’ve stolen my heart. You mean so much to me. I’m not really good at this relationship thing and I don’t know how things will be like with us working for different teams but I want to make this work with you. Will you take a chance on me?”

She looked down at him, at the curls spilling over his forehead. This close up, she realised his eyes had a bit of hazel in it. This man could so easily break her heart, but what was the point of living if she was not ready to risk it?

“Yes,” she whispered against his lips. “Yes, Daniel Ricciardo, I’ll take a chance on you if you’ll take one on me.”

Aurelie couldn’t help the delighted laugh as Daniel tumbled them back. He rolled them over, positioning himself on top of her. He looked down at her, at her golden hair fanned out around her, at her tongue peeking out to moisten her lips. He bent down, kissing her. They had a lot of catching up to do.

★★★★

#daniel ricciardo #aurelie donzelot #fanfic #daniel ricciardo fanfic #f1 fanfic

[pensbridgerton]

You've heard of summertime sadness, now get ready for springtime sadness (starring me!)

#feeling like shit lately #really thinking about hitting a wall with my car #it'll pass but it's tiring #aurelie talks

[xiomarawinters]

Aurelie’s gown swept to the floor, glittering with white gold, a long slit up to her thigh revealing perfect, pale skin. The sparkling dress matched her newest accessory: A large, golf ball sized diamond resting atop her ring finger. It clinked against her champagne glass as she picked one from the waiter, but she had the good sense not to drink it immediately.

The blonde woman entered without her fiance, leaving him to deal with their coats, and raised her brows at the first guest she saw. Aurelie sipped her champagne and stolled towards Hamilton Pinnock. “‘Amilton,” She greeted in heavily accented English, leaning across to kiss against both of his cheeks in a decidedly European way, “I’m glad you’re ‘ere. We ‘ave much to talk about.”

@giggle-me-this

#aurelie #hamilton #saint ball

[libraryofaurelie]

do you ever think about dying?

i imagine myself talking to my therapist.

a therapist of fiction, for i'll probably never get one.

i'd sit in their office as they coerce me to uncover

my deepest secrets.

we'd sit for hours, strangers; me on the brink of tears, for why can't i just talk to them?

i had run the scenario through my head a million times, me pouring my thoughts out on their desk for them to decipher and diagnose; why can't i go through with it?

i pause the scene in my head. this seems all too realistic, as if it'd actually happen if i were in this situation.

i never could fathom the idea of not being able to do something well.

hey, that's another thing to talk about with my imaginary therapist.

an eternity with this grown, experienced person who wants to categorize me. eventually, i give in. i speak my truth, my dreams, my wishes.

and of this exact scenario i spun in my head.

perhaps i'll omit the part where i imagine different people in my life torturing me with various murder weapons at least twenty times a day. mainly teachers, friends, and classmates with automatic rifles, shanks, snipers, rope. sometimes strangers. pistols if i feel dramatic. and it comes at random times. i'd be walking in a grocery store and i'll zone out, be transported to that spotlighted stage with gun barrels in my face.

funny thing is, i've no scars, so they won't count this off as depression. they'd say i'm crazy. perhaps i am.

but i have the capacity to write during my descent into "mental institution" insanity, so i suppose the masses will be entertained. i'll be their new dahmer, or delvey, or milligan. deranged, calculating, or broken.

scared yet? i understand, i scare myself.

i'm destined for a "bright future" in a room covered in pillows.

what did anyone ever see in me?

maybe we should invest in actual, real therapy.

© credits to library of aurelie, all rights reserved.

#aurelieslibrary #aureliearchives #libraryofaurelie #writing #prose #words #poetry #creativewriting #library #poem #original poem #poems and quotes #art #poets of tumblr #female writers #writeblr

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just wanna say that the fact that carlos' trio of pr girls handled lots of other drivers too And Yet. it's like he's the one theyre (STILL!!) very close with?? and not just him but members of his inner circle/family?? and aurelie even writing "Always Team 55" in the story of the pic of them... it kills me man. Like somehow whereever he goes he & his team always just finds family and their relationships last too ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

No exactly I was just talking to @smoothoperation about this (hi Marti I miss u mwah). He is so loved by people that see drivers come and go. He’s remembered. He’s cheered on. His victories are emotional for them. He is a fundamentally good person, a kind person, and he’s appreciated by EVERYONE as such, that’s his REPUTATION. I think that speaks far more than the bullshit people ascribe to him. It must be so easy to extricate yourself from a person after your professional relationship is over. None of them have. Because they love Carlos for the person he is.

#hibi answers

[thatpunkmaximoff]

Story: 4 out of 5 ⭐️’s Smut: 2 out of 5 🌶️

So, this book was pretty cool. Not so cool as to spend hundreds of dollars on it (seriously people, just wait for the restock), but it was definitely a good read.

Violet "Violence" Sorrengail is probably my new favorite character. And the dragons. I loved that they could talk to each other after the dragon chose its rider.

Anyway, read this book. Read. It.

There are characters you'll love, you'll hate, and you'll be suspicious of. You don't know who you can trust and by the end, you'll be thinking, "Oh shit."

It does end on a cliffhanger, so be ready for that.

Now enjoy my chaotic thoughts if you don't mind spoilers.

* Ohhhh. Family drama right off the bat.

* Wow. The mom is a total bitch.

* First chapter in and I’m getting Divergent vibes.

* Oh no. Poor Dylan 😬

* Xaden is scary, but I’m kind of into it.

* Fuck Jack. Pls let a dragon eat him early on.

* So Dain.. you’re annoying. Fuck off and leave Violet be. She doesn’t need you dictating her life.

* Ugh. Jack. What the fuck is his deal with Violet?

* I’m getting really tired of Dain’s shit. Stop trying to send Violet to the Scribes!

* Lol.. what is Xaden playing at. He says he gets the honor of murdering Violet.. but his one on one time with her seemed almost flirtatious?

* Lmao. She poisoned her opponent! 😂

* “You are not attracted to toxic men.” — This is every booktoker after they done fell for the most toxic men of all 😂

* Ugh.. DAIN! I’m so fucking annoyed with this dude.

* Aww. Poor Aurelie.

* Okay, so I’m starting to like Xaden 🤷🏻‍♀️

* Atta girl, Violet. Don’t let Dain sway your decision. Get your ass up that Gauntlet.

* She made it! And who the fuck is this Mavis chick that’s whining about Violet cheating? Gtfo of here!

* The dragons were sniffing her and everyone was scared out of their minds 😂 I want a pet dragon now.

* These dumbfucks wanna kill a dragon?!

* OH MY GOD! Xaden and Sgaeyl are there too!! Get fucked, Jack!

* So Jack ran like a little bitch and Tynan got roasted 😂

* Also, which dragon spoke to Violet?! Holy shit.

* Holy fuck?! The big scary dragon that Jack was hoping to bond fucking chose Violet! I’m so fucking happy. And what’s the deal with the tiny golden one? Lmao.

* Tairn is a dick. I love it 🥰

* Two dragons bonded to her!!!!!!!!! Oh my fucking god!!

* …and Xaden just got Dain to show his true colors. Drop his ass, Vi!

* Fuck you, Dain! First you say you won’t break rules to save your best friend and now you’re kissing her because she has 2 dragons?! Ugh.

* Now everyone’s kissing her ass because Xaden needs her protected 🤦🏻‍♀️

* Lol at Tairn teasing Violet about Xaden.

* Fucking finally! I was waiting for Violet to buck the fuck up and tell off Dain.

* Oh shit. They attacked Violet in her room. Thank fuck for Tairn and whoever he sent. And Andarna for lending her power.

* Goddamn, Xaden. You weren’t fucking around! 😂 Thank god. Oren was a dick.

* Holy shit. Andarna can stop time and lend that power briefly to Violet 😨 People are really gonna wanna kill her.

* Fucking Amber.

* Aww. I love Liam haha.

* Lol Violet and Xaden have to feel when their dragons are mating 😂

* Damn, Xaden 😏 I was loving the out of control makeout, but I’m glad he stopped it before it got any further.

* Oranges..? Lmao. Serves you right, dick.

* They stole the map from her mother’s office and all hell broke loose 😂

* They can mentally talk to each other!

* And Dain’s jealous ass needs to settle down.

* HE FUCKING STABBED LIAM AND PUSHED HIM OFF HIS DRAGON?!

* Lightning wielder. Fuck yes. And fuck you, Jack. Serves you right.

* Don’t tell her “don’t fall for me” because you just jinxed it. She’s gonna fall for you.

* Lol I can’t believe she lost control every time she came 😂 and then Xaden fed her memories of when they boned so she could unleash her lightning.

* Aww. Liam is such a good friend 🥹

* Lmao. Violet fucked up his room 😂

* Aww shit. Nothing like being under attack to ruin orgasms.

* Fucking War Games?! Ugh, I’d be so pissed!

* What. The. Fuck, Xaden 😨

* Fuck you, Dain!! How dare you read her without consent.

* Liam 🥺😭 How fucking dare you do this me.

* Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me! How dare you leave me on that cliffhanger!

#fourth wing #rebecca yarros #book review #booktok #booklr #bookworm #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #dain aetos

[apprenticestanheight]

All is Well That Ends Well: Lawrence Gordon x gn! afab! reader: Part II

oooooooookay!! Here we are with part two in this series. If you missed it, here's part one.

This one is coming out eight days later than originally planned--work has absolutely kicked my ass since I started a week and a half ago and most of my days off have been spent sleeping and relaxing in recent, so I haven't really had too much of a chance to edit this like I'd been hoping to do, but here it is eight days late and I promise, as long as I remember to use the next two and a half days wisely, part three will come out on time.

Fic type - It gets very spicy very fast, so this one is both fluff and smut. Minors, do NOT INTERACT WITH THIS SERIES.

Warnings - slight petplay (the nickname puppy has once again taken the stage bc I will never ever stop blanking on petnames), mentions of praise, degradation, somno, free use, masochism, there are mentions of watersports + scat (they're both barely talked about and, not to yuck anyones yum, both stated as hard nos), the reader has a slight oral fixation (they enjoy sucking dick), begging is mentioned and depicted in a kinky way, the word cunt is used, plus Lawrence is vanilla, eating drywall is mentioned once (I love me an unhinged metaphor), car crashes and driving after having drank is mentioned (lawrence does so, but he's not drunk out of his mind and is sober by the time he does the driving)

A week and a half later, you find yourself at that dive bar again. That time, you’re with Aurelie Summers, fellow struggling PhD student and best friend of twelve years, having walked to the bar together as it was within walking distance of your apartment.

You take the bar in a bit better that time around—it’s nice despite how small it is. There's a bar counter at the back and several different booths littered across the space. Aurelie tells you she’s covering food and drinks and you let her do so because there’s no point in refusing as it were, and the two of you sit down at the bar counter. She buys you a double brandy and orders whiskey for herself, watches the way that you look around the bar keenly.

“Did you and one of your hook ups meet here?” She asks, tucking a strand of bright blue hair behind her ear. She slides her dark blue, thinly-framed glasses up on her nose, wrings out her hands as she waits for your response.

“I wish,” you laugh. “I did meet someone, I just didn’t have the sense to fuck him. He was older than we are by at least a decade, but fuck was he handsome. Tall, blonde, doctor, sexy as hell voice.”

She laughs, brown eyes squinting. “If you see him again, I’ll find a girl to take home so that you’re not fucking him in our apartment.”

She was a year older than you and had been your best friend since you were eighteen, and she was nineteen, and the both of you were getting your bachelors in the arts. You’d met in your first class of the semester, struck up a conversation at random, and had been stuck together like glue ever since. You’d been living together at your crappy apartment since you were nineteen and twenty, and your bond had been one that you knew would out last both of your degrees and the full-time jobs in your careers of choice that you’d take up in the aftermath.

Her skin was a warm brown and her hair was bright blue all around, typically done in protective braids that framed her face well and sat just a few inches below her shoulders. That day she'd worn a black button up with white pants and the heeled combat boots she cherished since buying them the previous decade, and per usual, she looked gorgeous.

“Thank you,” you grin. “If I do see him again, I am to regale him with tales of art history and some about writing.”

“And I think I owe you some medicine talk?” The sound of his voice makes you jump, which in turn makes him laugh. Aurelie scans the handsome man just a few paces behind you, watches you watch him approach.

“You do,” you grin, recovering from the shock easily. “I want to hear all about oncology so that I can stop thinking about art and writing technique for a few seconds.”

Lawrence looks so good that it has to be criminal to some extent—he wears a black button up, a maroon tie and black pants. It’s clearly not something he’d wear in his day to day, but the black looks fucking marvelous, and it matches the glasses he wears in a way that makes you want to start eating drywall as a means of distracting yourself from noticing it.

“Tell him about surrealism. The residents I’ve met have always found interest in that sort of thing,” she whispers, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. “If he’s an attending, go with surrealism still. Very interesting artistic genre. As for authors, all white men are prone to enjoying a Stephen King novel or two.”

You laugh, flustered and nervous. “This is my friend, Aurelie Summers. I believe I might’ve mentioned her to you when we met initially.” In a throw-away style that Lawrence probably couldn’t remember, even though you could.

Lawrence holds out a hand to her, and you watch them shake hands.

“It’s lovely to meet you, but on another note, take care of my Y/N,” she says. “They’ve got studying to do tomorrow, and I bet them the next five takeaway orders we do that they would procrastinate at least half of this month away. Quiz them if you want—I am going to flirt with the pretty brunette giving me sex eyes in the corner now.”

She glances at you, winks and mouths “have fun!” as she walks away.

You let Lawrence buy you another brandy when you’ve finished the one that Aurelie had bought, end up sitting with him in a booth near the back right corner of the bar.

The two of you spend the next six or seven hours talking. Lawrence eggs you on about art history first and so you blab about surrealism, street art, the art of the renaissance era, and the pop-art era of the 50s and 60s until you’ve run out of things to say.

When he bugs you about writing you blab for a bit about classic lit, and accidentally go on a rant about how The Great Gatsby is not as great as the title makes it seem, the sheer excellence of all of James Baldwins work and the fact that you’re not really privy to much of Austens work, however, given that Pride and Prejudice was your introduction to the classics genre as a whole, it’ll always hold a place in your heart unlike anything else is capable.

You talk about how you think Stephen King is prone to going into a bit too much detail—which is a point that Lawrence laughs at and agrees with, noting that he doesn’t hate Kings prose, but often finds that the excessiveness with which King can go on about something random is too much for his particular tastes—and after that, you blab for a bit about Frankenstein by Mary Shelley.

Then you listen to Lawrences discussion. He regales you with tales of medical school, basic medical stuff and a couple of different tactics and techniques. You listen almost gleefully because he’s clearly very smart and has a very interestingly unique way with his words. It’s an amazing adage to the fact that the talk of all things medical pretty much shuts your brain off—in that it lets you focus on something other than writing, art, or the troubles of your day to day—and eventually, you know a lot more about medicine and surgery than you did beforehand.

Then suddenly, it’s nearing midnight and Lawrence is leaning back, pressing his back against the leather cushioning of the booth.

“There is something more I find myself wanting to discuss with you,” he says. “But for that to take place, I would admittedly find it preferential that we went back to mine. The type of conversation I’m looking to engage in shouldn’t really occur in a dive bar.”

You’re agreeing before you can even think about it, checking your phone to find that Aurelie had texted you when she and the brunette left the bar.  

Thirty minutes later, it’s gone midnight and you’re sitting on the couch of what clearly used to be a family home, waiting for Lawrence to open up the discussion he has planned and wanting for a glass of red wine to ease your nerves, though you don’t go so far as to ask for one directly.

The living area is dimly lit—a few lamps, the kitchen light coming in from behind you, but not much else. A wooden coffee table with magazines and books sits in front of you and there are stairs to the upper level of the house in the left corner of the room. The walls are a dark beige that borders on light brown and Lawrence stands across from you, face showcasing that he’s deep in thought, trying to figure out how to phrase whatever it is he wants to say.

“This might seem a little forward,” Lawrence begins. “But—you have student loan debt and you’ll end up with more come the end of your PhD, and from what you told me in between your attractive ramblings about Stephen King and other sources of modern lit, you’re living in a crappy apartment with a roommate. I figure this way we can do something a bit more mutually beneficial. I have a condo I don’t use because Alison gave me this place in the divorce, and I cannot will myself to move out.”

“A bit of clarity as to what you’re trying to be forward about would be nice,” you murmur before you can stop yourself. “And if it is what I think it is, you’ve had a week and a half to think about it. I have, but that is not to mean I've thought about it consistently, let alone consistently enough to make a decision of any kind.”

The remark you’d made as a joke but had thought about in fits and starts since. You’d not a clue of Lawrences finances and thus wouldn’t’ve insinuated it otherwise, let alone mentioned the idea you’d come to think was stupid even if you’d meant for it to be a joke.

“You mentioned that you spoke of being a sugar baby in jest with the friend I was introduced to, I believe? Aurelie Summers was her name.” The stupid, idiotic joke you'd made haphazardly but hadn't been able to stop thinking about. The one that you'd thought Lawrence had forgotten about, though it seemed he hadn't.

You snort ungracefully, lean forward and stand. “No. This is not a discussion that’s happening without a glass of wine. The brandy that Aurelie bought me and the one you bought me have worn off and I will not do this without at least a sip of good quality red stuff down my guzzle.”

Lawrence laughs, and you follow him to the kitchen. He grabs a bottle from the small cellar next to his fridge, pours you a glass and watches you take a sip of it.

“Okay,” you nod, take a deep breath in. “The sugar discussion can happen now. First and foremost, you’re a handsome guy, yeah. You’re within the pool of men I’m willing to have sex with, and you make it sound like you have a lot of disposable income, but I’ve met you twice across the past two weeks and we’ve talked for a grand total of maybe seven and a half hours. What do you want out of this potential arrangement? How can I trust you won’t try to kill me or turn out to be completely insane?”

Lawrence laughs. You hate yourself for it, but your guard slips and you find it attractive.

“I promise you, your death is not among my interests,” he says. “I find myself quite vested in your remaining alive, though, so if someone does try to kill you once we get to know each other more, I’ll do what I can to ensure you’re protected.”

You nod. “And what—generally—from this arrangement, do you want?”

“Firstly, the aforementioned condo—you should move into it, otherwise it’s collecting dust.”

“Why the fuck would a married man have a condo as it were?” You ask. “What, were you cheating on her over the weekend and using that as some kind of fucking bachelor pad? If that’s the case, then I am not moving into what used to be a sex motel.”

Lawrences gaze turns cold. You take a sip of your wine.

“I did not use the condo as a sex motel,” he says. “But—for your information, they were mine and Alisons fail safes, so that, if the marriage didn’t work out, we’d both have a place to go in the fallout. She divorced me and moved into the condo she’d bought that’s an hour into the city. This house is in my name and selling it is too much of a hassle now, but I really do like the condo and selling it wouldn’t be worth it anyways. If you move in, it stops collecting dust, you don't have to live with a roommate in a shithole anymore, and I can sleep a bit easier come nightfall for the knowledge that the condo is no longer sitting unused.”  

“Secondly?” You ask, referring to his earlier words which implied that the condo was only the first point of the discussion he’d aimed to have “What’s next?”

“These types of arrangements typically involve sex,” Lawrence says. “Ours will, if you say yes. I can give you at least four thousand dollars a month and still be living well within my means after bills and other expenses.”

“If I say do yes?” You ask. “What does that mean from here on out?”

“Then ground rules will need to be discussed, of course. Rules will need to be set, too—things like days to meet up, other forms of compensation that are allowed, the specifics of the arrangement that we have yet to make clear.”

“I’ll move into your condo,” you shrug. “Aurelie loves me but I know she hates the fact that I never really leave the apartment except to study at the uni library, grab take out, or go to work, so she’ll be glad to be roommate-less and might just be overjoyed that she’ll finally be able to bring the rarer hookups back to our apartment instead of going to theirs. Now lets discuss the rest of it.”

“You’ll get four thousand a month for meet ups at least two or three times a week,” he says. “In two installments—the first at the beginning of the month, the second during the middle of the month. I won’t ask you what you use the money for but if you’re making the minimum payments on your loans and give a shit about your credit score, don’t use too much of the money to pay them off. Paying off your student loans will worsen your credit score, something I learned when I paid the last of them off circa ’99.”

“First rule: no staying over,” you say. “Second: no Mondays. I work 11:30 to close on Monday because my classes are in the morning and I will be pissy if you try to approach me when I’ve worked ten hours.”

“Third: no feelings,” Lawrence says. “Neither of us are allowed to fall in love. The minute feelings start coming through, the arrangement ends.”

You nod at that. “I promise not to fall in love with you, Doctor Gordon.”

“We both should pass an STI screening,” Lawrence says, ignoring your remark. “Unless you’ve done one in the past six months? I get them done after every sexual encounter just to be safe.”

“Aurelie makes me do them with her once every two or three months to steer clear. Last one says I’m clear as crystal and sexually transmitted infection-less.”

“That makes this easier, doesn’t it?”

“I’ve always liked things convenient,” you shrug, taking another sip of your wine. “Kinks. Go. All of them.”

Lawrence laughs at your directness, takes the wine from you and takes a sip.

“I like to be dominant,” he says. “Don’t mind ordering people around—it comes with my job—but that’s about it.”

You lick your lips. “Very vanilla, Doctor Gordon.”

Lawrence scoffs. “Well, in a loveless and sexless marriage, there is not a lot of room for kinky bedroom play. In terms of kinks I will never engage in as those are just as important: if you have any interest in watersports or scat play, this ends now.”

“It seems our hard nos are the same,” you laugh. “My kinks, which are by far a lot less tame than yours: free use, somno, praise, degradation, pet play to an extent—you call me puppy and I am at risk of being smitten—I can also occasionally be masochistic, have somewhat of an oral fixation from time to time, and have a thing for arms, hands, and voices. I also don’t hate being ordered around but I like directives to be specific as vagueness is just flat out fuckin’ annoying.”

You take the wine glass from him, take a sip. He steps forward. “Mind if I do a quick test?”

“Test of what kind?” You ask, head tilted. You want to know what he’s thinking, are so curious to find out what thoughts are running through his mind that you almost say yes right out the gate.

“Just to see how good you are at doing what you’re told,” he says it like it’s the most innocent thing to ever befall his lips. You don’t know whether to find that hot or extremely annoying. “Our meetings can begin tonight if this is to go well.”

“I have studying to do, and I already said no staying over.��� You want to agree to do whatever he wants, though. You have to fight yourself in order not to.

“I can drive you back—a few sips of wine and a scotch on the rocks is pretty much nothing.”

“That’s not very doctor-y of you,” you say pointedly. “I would assume even oncologists are against driving after a few drinks.”

“I feel very sober,” he says. “I promise, if you let me drive you back, not to crash into a tree. Do you want to do this?”

You bite your lip, nod before you can stop yourself. You want to give in, and so you do. Lawrence grins at that, juts his tongue out to wet his lips.  

“Be a good puppy for me, yeah?” He pauses, watches the way that your pupils dilate when he calls you that and laughs a little. “Kneel, mm?”

You set the wine glass on the counter and do as he instructs, gaze moving to find his. His hand ghosts near your face and you lean into it, grinning when he slaps you lightly before pressing his thumb against your lips.

“Wait,” he says gently. “Don’t lean into my touches, mm? Good puppies wait until their owners touch them.”

You nod. “’M sorry, Lawrence.”

“It’s okay,” he says. “Go on.”

You take his thumb into your mouth, licking the tip and moaning. The oral fixation is something that pops up randomly, but Lawrence seems to be the type of guy that’ll enjoy it and use it to his fullest advantage.

He laughs contentedly. “Good puppy,” he whispers. “You’re loving this, yeah?”

You nod, wanting desperately to fuck him until you’re seeing stars.

“Good. Gonna stand up for me?”

You do as he tells you, whining slightly when his thumb slips from your mouth, fighting back a scowl as he laughs at you for it.

As one hand unbuttons your pants, two fingers from the other slip into your mouth. You lubricate them without thinking, core growing wetter by the second. You want to feel him somehow—his fingers, his cock, his gorgeous mouth would even be acceptable—but you’re also wanting to witness how he dominates someone as a guy who’s been divorced for five months and thus can’t have very much experience.

He slips his fingers from your mouth, moves them to your clothed clit. “Want me to fuck you, puppy?” He asks, his tone dripping with sweetness.

“Lawrence—yes. Please. Please. I’ll be so good for even just a taste of your fingers inside me, please. I’ll do whatever you want.”

He laughs. “Add begging to the kink list,” he whispers, rubbing slow circles around your clothed clit. “You sound so good when you beg for me.”

You whimper at that, letting your head fall onto his shoulder.

Lawrence grabs the glass of wine, uses his free hand to gently move your head from his shoulder. “Don’t want to waste this, do you?” He asks. “I mean—I’m not finish if off because I’ve gotta drive you back. I’d just hate for this to go to waste.”

You drink the last of the wine without him needing to ask you further, and when your head once again falls to his shoulder, Lawrence calls you a good puppy and moves the glass to a spot on the counter where the glass breaking isn’t a risk.

After a long, mind numbing few minutes of him rubbing circles over your clit through your underwear, his hand pulls away in order to pull your pants down. You let him, horny and dazed, moaning when his fingers find your bare clit and the other hand slips beneath the fabric of the white cable knit sweater you’d chosen to wear.

“Lawrence,” you moan. His hand moves up your torso until it finds your nipple, and when his cold hand meets your warm skin, you grind against him thoughtlessly.

He stops the ministrations on your clit, smacks your cunt in a way that both makes you wet and makes you jolt.

“Such a slut for me already, yeah?” He asks. “It’s been what, twenty minutes since the discussion about your being my sugar baby so much as began, and already you’re such a slut. Just a toy for me to use when I want, mm?”

You level your gaze with his, fighting the urge to be a bit bratty.

You grind against him again while you make direct eye contact. He laughs.

“You did mention masochism,” he tsks while shaking his head, slapping your cunt a little more aggressively. “Should’ve remembered that. Don’t know how it already slipped my mind. You like being slapped, yeah?”

You nod, a little flustered. “Feels good.”

“Take off your sweater,” he says. “I promise, you’ll benefit from it more so than not.”  

You do as he tells you eagerly, moaning when he slaps your cunt for the third time.

It makes him laugh, and when he starts rubbing circles over your clit again, the pace speeds up just a bit.

“Fuck,” you moan when his lips kiss along your shoulders and down to your chest. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and bites harshly, moaning when you grind against him.

“Good puppy,” he says, pulling his mouth away from your nipple as he slaps your cunt again. “Tell me what you want, yeah? Gonna make you come. We can worry about me in the meetings ahead.”

With the end of the sentence, his teeth are on your nipple again, the force of his bite increasing just enough, and you’re so turned on that you’re just about ready to go feral.

“Fingers—inside—fuck, Lawrence. Your mouth is so good.”

Lawrence obliges, slipping two fingers into your cunt while his lips move up to yours and he captures you in an open mouthed kiss that devolves into your moans and his praise within seconds.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me,” he says. “You like how this feels, yeah? Like how my fingers feel?”

You moan in response, grinding against his hand. He laughs.

“Gotta use your words, puppy,” he says. “Gonna be a good puppy for me and speak?”

“So good,” you moan. “F-fuck, Lawrence. Please keep going. Please don’t stop.”

Lawrence kisses your top lip in response, lets you come over his fingers.

As you’re coming down from the high, all Lawrence does for clean up is simply lick his fingers clean, helps clean you up with an unused, clean washcloth.

Then, he kisses you deeply, and all you can taste is yourself and his saliva and fuck, it’s so depraved but it’s so fucking hot.

Lawrence buttons up your pants, zips the zipper as you pull your sweatshirt back on.

“Move into the condo this weekend,” he says. “I have a spare key, and if your free use kink doesn’t hate me for it, I’d prefer to be able to meet you per my convenience as well as your own.”

“I can send you my schedule so that you know when you won’t find me there,” you say. “Meet me at the bar tomorrow. I’ll get you a paper copy.”

He nods, and you let him drive you back to your apartment.

You’re surprised to find it empty, but even despite that, you only pack a little bit before you end up going to sleep.

#lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw (2004)

[hannadice2007]

There aren't a lot of reincarnating klance fic to choose from so i will make some ideals myself (•́⌄•́๑)૭✧

In this world there are four type of people with four abilities.

The first one is the ability to bend elements or cast spell ,they are called sorcerer each person can bend one element.(only the worthy one can bend more than one and one with the most ability is water bender : not only can they bend water they can also bend clouds, ice, blood, spirits and healing )

The second one is the ability to transfer mana to their weapons.the are called warrior

The third one is ones that dont have any abilities

The last one is the saint who can heal people can heal messages from god.

This is Lance Deangelo Mcclain second life, he is the duke's youngest son with the power to bend water, in his previous he was Keith's (Solomon Kogane) rival. Keith is the result of an affair between Krolia Holloway kogane and a villager name ken. Keith was a lone wolf, who was scared by nearly everyone because of his power : the ability to control fire and transfer his mana into his weapons. To be honest lance was the only student beside Lotor Damon Daizara to ever talked to keith.

He would alway try to compete with keith, never leaving him alone, they even ended up loving the same girl who is a commonar that was chosen to be the saint althought she hasn't have any power yet but with a kind heart . He later found out that ....(oc's name) have three other suitors as well. Heartbreak lance stand down and met another man name Ryan Fletcher kinkade (his new best friend) but both got killed by none other than keith, who was control by someone (but lance didn't know this). So in this life he decided that his and ryan's dead was all because of keith so he quits being his rival and avoid him. He meet ryan again and finds out he also remember his past life (and his feelings for lance).

Keith is quit sock that mcclain stopped talking to him, inviting him to some stupid competitions, and avoid him. It was peaceful at first but soon he got lonely because mcclain was one of the only peoples who doesn't treated him like shit when talking to him. True mcclain is..well was his rival but lance respected him, treated him like his equal, he never insult keith other than his hair and doesn't talk about keith's father infront of him. He invited lance to competitions himself but got rejected because lance was hanging out with his other friend Tsuyoshi Aurelie Garrett , Darrell Stoker Katie Holt and the new transfer student name ryan fletcher kinkade or just making excuses to avoid keith. There a rumor that lance and kinkade( like what kind of last name is kinkade ? ) is dating because of their interactions toward eachother (come on!!! ryance ? What kind of ship name is that ? Klance is so much better ). Another rumor that a commonar girl have been chosen to be the saint, who is studying at this school like keith (so ? Like he care about some stupid saint. His main priority now is how to make lance notice him again, like thing used to or maybe be his friend and how manly children would they have)

He thought that lance would never even look at him again and he will die in loneliness but one night he found LANCE IN HIS BED DRUNK AND HALF NAKED(IS GOD TRYING TO TELL HIM SOMTHING....? OR IS THIS WHAT SHIRO MEAN BY PATIENCE YIELDS FOCUS..?) and should he go for it ?

#klance #lancelot #voltron #vld #ryance #latte #svance #shallura #hunay #trans pidge

[your-dead-european-ancestor]

Hybrid Heroes Theory Time B)

Just finished rewatching hh and heres some of my theories on what happened to the last hh group :)))

Obviously lydia is innocent

But i have a feeling dawn is the one responsible for all the killings,,, call it a hunch

I mean kim did say that dawn and taylor stopped being friends cause they "started seeing the world differently"👀👀👀

Also in one of the dream sequences we see taylor and (who i assume is) dawn talking. Dawn said they need to talk in the woods. Taylor literally said "if i didnt know you id think you were trying to kill me"

Also this obviously happened right before the very first dream we see in the series. The one with taylor in the woods

In that dream sequence We see glimpses of eric (whos bloody) and the text 'i did what i have to do he simply got in the way youre my bestfriend' and taylor saying "liar"

Kim said they (taylor and dawn) used to be bestfriends

I also think dawn either tried to kill eric or did something that made him commit suicide (like blaming lydia, his bestfriend, for the murders and getting her executed)

As for her motivations,,, i have 2 theories:

1. i dont think shes a hybrid,, i mean slightly altering her appearance and making her nails longer sound like it could be the same power,,, and she could be an anti- hybrid and joined the team to destroy it from the inside,,, orrrr

2. Again she and taylor "started to view the world differently" maybe she thought killing the anti-hybrids (the reports said 95% of the people murdered were anti-hybrids) was the only way to gain peace as a hybrid

As for why she blamed it on lydia,,,, i mean itd make sense if the first theory is correct. Blaming it on the niece of the king and making it look like she killed her own father would be really bad pr for the hybrids,,,

As for if the second theory is correct,,, idk

also aurelie obviously has connections to lydia,,

My theories are:

She has lydias soul (dont ask me how) or

she has some familial relation with lydia. Since lydia is the kings niece and the king said aurelie has been under his care,,, i mean just saying,,,

#Hybrid heroes #Hybrid heroes theories #ghost rambles #Szin #Aurelie carver #Taylor hybrid heroes #(Dont know her last name) #Eric hybrid heroes #Lydia hybrid heroes #(Forgot her last name) #Kim hybrid heroes #(Again... me and last names just dont mix well) #Let me know if you have any theories as well