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Right Here, Right Now (Laurent Thierry)
Kinktober 2022 Day Sixteen: Phone Sex
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
Today, it’s not the sunlight streaming in from your windows that wakes you up. It’s the sound of your phone ringing a familiar ringtone. A ringtone that even your sleep-riddled mind recognizes and has you running to pick up the call through a mess of blankets and comforters and sheets for your dearly beloved.
“Hello?” Your voice is full of tiredness as you press the accept call button and place the phone to your ear as you sit up in bed. For a second, you hear nothing and assume he’s speaking too quietly for you to hear. It’s a bit of a struggle to brush a few strands of your hair away from your ear to make sure you can hear better. But still nothing. And all it really serves to remind you about how you passed out instead of trying to go to sleep like usual. Your hair is a mess, and your clothes and half hanging onto your body and…wait a minute…is he-? “Laurent! It’s not fun-”
“I’m sorry my lovely, I did not mean to laugh at you.” His accented english flows easily through your phone as his soft chuckles die down. You want to be mad at him. For so many different reasons. But you can’t. Not while you’re imagining the smile on his face whenever he greets you in the morning. The sweet kisses he’d deliver to your lips. The gentle way he would hold you. But you wished it wasn’t just in your imagination. You wished it was real. Right in front of you. Right here. And right now. “I could tell that you just woke up. I suppose my pretty girl had an eventful morning.”
His remark has your already warm face growing even warmer as soon as your eyes slide over the clock at your bedside that reads 11’clock. He’s calling you out, almost as if he was there to see the messy white sheets draped all over the bed from your lonely night of tossing and turning in the large master bedroom. And as much as you try to control the feeling, you can’t help but feel that excitement grows inside of you. Daring to hope that maybe, just maybe he was actually here. That he knows that you just woke up not because of your voice but because he can see you. Right here. And right now.
But all it takes is for a second of a clear mind to think straight and for reality to hit. Would he have called if he was here? Would he have called just to give you a surprise greeting before stepping into the room from just outside? Maybe. But he could just have easily woken you up with a kiss. No grand scheme. No pretending, nothing. Besides- you know he’s not here. Because all around him you can hear the faint sounds of city night light. Wind blowing and people shouting. Cars honking and music playing. It’s the furthest thing from your shared summer home on the beach. It’s the furthest thing from you.
“When are you coming home?” You ask him instead. It’s been too long since you last saw him. “I miss you, Laurent.”
The second his name leaves your lips for the second time today, you hear a sharp inhale. Your cast your head down, waiting for him to find the words to say. You can imagine what they’ll be. A promise that he’ll be back before you know it. A murmured, “I miss you too.” So many pretty words he could tell you. So many pretty words he could say. But they wouldn’t make things right. They wouldn’t bring him home. They wouldn’t make you happy.
Not like he does, anyways.
“Soon.” He promises, after what feels like an entirety of silence. The word is breathless, yet you feel so much power from that one single word. It makes you feel for him. The weight he must have on his shoulders, wherever he is, doing whatever it is that he does. But that doesn’t stop you from missing him. It’ll never stop you from missing him. “I miss you, my lovely. I wish I could see you.”
Oh.
His last words- they sounded huskier. Heavier, even. And over the phone, you could swear his breathing was starting to pick up, ever so slightly. Like he was thinking about something important. Thinking about something exciting. Something…something perhaps like you? And that thought has you growing a little flustered yourself. Suddenly, the air feels just a tad electric. All the sleep is zapped from your body, and the flimsy pair of panties you don are starting to stick to your center as you begin to squeeze your legs together. It’s a quick change from the mood before. No more somber and sullen. Now, only the tension you feel from you meet eyes from across the remains. A change that’s deep and sexual. Adventurous and dangerous. And it’s a change you can’t help but welcome as you lay your head down and bring a hand up to your chest.
“I wish I could see you too.” You agree, testing the waters just a little bit before diving right in. Your hand slips underneath your silk pajama shirt, cupping one of your breasts and squeezing. It’s not quite the same as his touch, but you manage to draw a near-silent sigh from your mouth as you take two fingers and twist your nipple in a way that almost perfectly mimics him in every way. “I wish I could touch you.”
More silence. Broken only by the quietest muttered string of german curses you’ve ever heard from his lips. You’ve just started a dangerous game. A game that you both know you should be doing while he’s on the job. And especially while he’s out in a public space. But you can’t wait.
“I wish I could touch you too.”
So you don’t.
The hand on your breast moves down. Trailing a small line down your stomach before dashing in between your thighs. The pads of your fingers just barely brush over your panties to find that you’ve already soaked them through. And on a normal day, you would have taken your time. You would have been slow and tasteful with all the ways you would have touched yourself. Running your hands up and down your own curves, making yourself feel as special and beautiful and important as you know you are. You wouldn’t have rushed. You wouldn’t have gotten messy. You wouldn’t dive straight in.
But on normal days, you’d do this in preparation for Laurent. Teasing and toying with him as prepared himself to enter you. To fuck you. To make love to you. But he’s not here right now. And sure, he’ll be here soon. But you can’t wait for soon. You just can’t. You need it now, now, now.
So if you closed your eyes, and you tried really hard- maybe, you’ll be able to do it. Maybe you’ll be able to imagine it’s his fingers and not yours, entering your desperate cunt. Maybe you’ll be able to imagine it’s his hands and not yours, making you feel gasp oh, so sweetly over the phone and the pleasure starts to build. Maybe you’ll be able to imagine that Laurent- your Laurent is right in front of you. Watching you. Waiting for you. Touching you.
“So I guess you’ll have to just continue touching yourself for me, my lovely.”
Right here. And right now.
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The blonde bastard
Laurent Thierry
tags! teasing, begging, switching, oral(male receiving), blow job, hand job, edging, sex so good it got Laurent speaking French, alcohol consumption, low key sadistic reader, "I wanna break him"
WC. 3450
Barbie's note... Hey yall🧍♀️... So I know I haven't posted in a while and that yall are fed up with not having material, but I've been going through the craziest writer's block ever. Then this idea came to mind after I watched Great Pretender and everything just came out because this show has been my personality for a while😭😭. Anyway, that's all, enjoy the new year!!
You gulp as you turn your back on the consequence of making a deal with a confidence man. “The clock started ten minutes ago, mon amour. Time is ticking.” You look over your shoulder to where the voice is coming from, only to be met with Laurent entirely at your mercy, his wrists tied together behind the chair, ankles tied to the legs, and his long, heated length standing proudly by itself. A sigh leaves your mouth as you think, ‘How did I get here?’
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“Cynthia, stop laughing! We’re being serious!” You and Edamura pout as you stop drinking the half-full glass of wine he poured for you. “Oh, I know, and I feel you. Wouldn’t we all like to make the blonde bastard fall to his knees one day? But I just can’t stop myself from laughing. Your plan is too simple. Don’t you think he’ll see right through it?” Your mouth opens to combat her, but Edamura takes the words from your mouth. “How is it simple? We’d turn on him mid-heist, take the money for ourselves, get paid by his enemies to rat out his location, and turn on them by sending them to a location with fake police and get paid off there because they don’t want to go to jail. If that doesn’t scream intricate and complicated, then I don’t know what does.” He slams on the table with each sentence to emphasize the deceitfulness of your scheme as you nod along, but none of it phases Cynthia as she sighs. “I’m only going to tell you guys this once because I don’t even like the idea, but the only plausible way to get him on his knees is sexually. Which will already be hard to do, but I don’t see him swallowing his pride otherwise.” Your breath hitches with her response, and your hands fly to hide the hot blush creeping onto your cheeks. The way that she says it without blushing or getting shy has you feeling like such a dork compared to her.
“This is where I leave the conversation, but mark my words, we’ll get him.” Edamura finishes his drink and sets it back on the table, leaving the cleaning to you. You don’t notice it, but Cynthia watches you like a hawk as you bid Edamura goodnight and down the rest of your wine. “Would you like another one?” She asks, and you nod yes, “Don’t think I could have this conversation any other way. So another glass it is.” You smile, already feeling the buzzing and heat flutter to your face. When she’s finished pouring, your lips immediately make contact with the rim of the glass as an inquiry floats into your head. Feeling bold off of liquid courage, you pop the question. “Why would you know that about him anyway?” She’s halfway through refilling her glass when you catch her by surprise. She tilts her head in confusion, still not catching on before her eyes go wide with realization, “Oh god! If you’re implying what I think you’re implying, then you’d be wrong. Trust me, we haven’t done anything like that. You have him all to yourself, hun.” You’re unsure if the heat dusting your cheeks is a blush or a drunk buzz, but you cover your face in embarrassment. “I mean, you do want him, yes?” A warm silence passes through as you think long and hard about what you really want from him. “I want to break him, his pride, wipe that playful smirk off his face, and make him genuinely beg for something. Show him that he’s not so high and mighty and knows everything just because he always acts like it. I just want to knock him down a couple of notches. The satisfaction I would have if I could do that.” You snap out of your trance when your rambling stops, only to see Cynthia looking at you as if she saw a ghost. Her mouth’s agape, her eyes wide open, and her brows almost touching her forehead. “Oh… Never in a million years would I have imagined that somebody like you would go into so much detail about something like that.” You immediately cover your mouth and begin to sink into your seat on the couch, scared that you overshared or said something completely out of pocket for even a cons man. Just then, she eagerly leans in like a nosey little kid, hands on her knees to keep herself from falling forward. “How do you plan on doing that, though?” As if to save you from the question, the man in consideration walks in unbeknownst to your attention. Cynthia begins to chug the rest of her drink before leaving the glass for you to clean up and gracefully gets up from her seat on the other side of the glass coffee table. Before you can ask where she’s going, the voice least you expected to hear at the moment makes itself known.
“A little get-together, and I wasn’t invited. How cruel. Let me guess. Edamame was here, huh? I can understand why he wouldn’t tell me, but you? I thought we were closer than that, bavarde.” He scans the area, seeing only two empty glasses before sitting half a foot away from you and pouring some wine into the glass that Edamura used. A stiff calmness passes through the air as you watch him take a refreshing swig of the expensive wine Cynthia bought. You don’t notice it, but you end up staring so hard that he catches on, watching your eyes drink in the sight of him piece by piece. Staring at his lips as they turn a slight shade of the deep red wine, his fingers as they firmly but delicately hold the glass to his mouth, and lastly, his eyes, which you only just now noticed were watching you back, causing him to smirk. The glass clinks onto the table as he turns his body towards you, laying an arm around the back of the couch. “So, you want to break me, huh?” You choke on your wine before finally finding your grounding, “I- I’m going to hit the hay-” You shoot up from your seat, but he grabs onto your wrist and pulls you down on his lap, “Oh no, don’t do that because I’d actually like to take you up on your interest.” He slides an arm around your waist, and a hand comes under your thigh to spread your legs. “I’d love to see what you can do, but I have one condition.”
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If you can’t make me completely submit in thirty minutes, then I get to show you what I can do.
Of course, you pushed for forty minutes since you said it was unfair that he was way more experienced than you. So you might have just fucked yourself before he could with this deal. Still, you fight the urge to leave him tied up and run so you don’t go down without a fight.
After briefly giving it some thought, you finally make your move by slowly stripping everything but your underwear and straddling a very bored Laurent’s hips. You make sure not to slide his length inside but leave its aching self behind your butt. “Finally, something is happening. You know, you’ve wasted a mighty fine ten minutes sitting there-” You interrupt him, wasting no more time on thoughts and words, and begin leaving kisses along his jawline. “Oooooh. Spicy first move.”
“Shut up.” You say and begin putting your hands to work. One squeezes his cheeks together to prevent him from speaking, and the other sneaks behind you and gently rubs circles on his tip. He jerks up into your hand, and you nip his jaw as punishment, which isn’t the last time that happens. Precum begins to bead on his tip, and you gather some on your finger before putting it in your mouth while maintaining the finest eye contact. Laurent’s head falls back before you feel him buck under you. “Mhm!” You hear him bite back in his most tranquil voice. You smirk and pause your actions, “Hm? What was that?” He looks at you in muted shock from the way that you almost don’t sound like yourself. Then he sees the cloudiness in your eyes and puts two and two together that you’re tipsy. “Who are you?” You snicker at the genuineness in his voice, “The person who is going to break you.” With that answer, you slide off his lap, leaving a wet spot on one of his thighs, before dropping to your knees in front of him. You gulp before looking up at him, wondering if this is a good idea, only for him to give you a smug smile that boosts your confidence. Taking his dick into your hands, you spit on the tip as both of you watch the thin stream of warm liquid slide down to his balls, “That tickles!” You ignore his complaint and start stroking at a slow pace after spitting a couple more times regarding his pleasing length. You hum in arousal as your mouth entertains itself with his inner thighs, pressing soft kisses onto them before surprising him with a couple of nips.
“Nice try, but easing your way into this at snail speed isn’t going to break me how you want it to.” You refuse to look his way, already knowing the expression he’ll be wearing if you do, the same shit-eating grin he always has. Viewing what he said, you have no problem brewing another idea.
Feeling bolder than the last time, you don’t hesitate to start phase two of your plan. You stop nipping Laurent’s thigh and begin kissing your way to the tip of his shaft. Only then do you tease the tip gently with your teeth before finally taking it between your lips. And your lips are the only thing it touches. You focus on not bobbing your head and strictly kitten-licking the tip. He jerks up into you only to run into your teeth like a brick wall preventing him access. “If you want my mouth so bad, ask for it.” You glance at him and see his head tilted back as if the decision put his life on the line. But in reality, he was just trying to give himself time to cool down and let time fly by with his pride still intact.
The knee-jerk reaction to look at you when you lick a line up his shaft for his attention wins, and he almost gives you a facial immediately. ‘What a sight for sore eyes.’ He thinks to himself. His eyes start at the bottom, where your legs are gathered neatly under you, then your ass which you poked out for him so generously before finally moving up to your lips that glistened with spit and precum. ‘Fuuuuuck!’ He thought to himself. He wasn’t sure if it was the liquid courage in your veins or if you were just a different person when you were horny, but he was confident that you were not the same shy tsundere he was talking to in the hotel’s living room. That shy person would never touch him like this. That tsundere wouldn’t have even admitted to wanting to break him. But he’s here now, so there is something that he undoubtedly doesn’t know or have right about you.
You grab his attention by tapping his thigh since the licking wasn’t making him decide any faster. He redirects his eye line from your lips to your eyes, only to be met with the beautiful stare that captured him the first time you met him in a casino where you single-handedly scammed some rich guy for all he was worth. He clears his throat, trying to sound like he wasn’t about to pop if you breathed on him too hard. “Please, Y/n.” He asks. You frown, knowing you should be satisfied with what he gave you, but deep down, it feels like it’s not enough. Sure, he said please, but he still has that damn smug smile on his face, and he couldn’t even throw in the extra neediness you wanted. You want him to beg like it’s going to save his life, like if you don’t touch him, he’s going to die of yearning and blue balls. You need to rip that smile off his face and fast.
“I know you can do better than that, Laurent. Otherwise, I’d have to leave you high and dry. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?” You egg him on by sucking his tip harder than usual as you watch his stomach dip and do flips. He pushes out a heavy sigh of relief before you put his pleasure on hold once again and start kissing around where he needs you the most. Just when you start kissing up his length again, “Fuck, please don’t leave me hanging, bavarde.” You freeze from hearing the genuineness in his voice, and your head snaps up at him, expecting to see Laurent torn to shreds with his hair sticking to his forehead and panting faster than his ability to get a word out. But you’re met with a slightly different-looking smile. His brows furrow together while his lips shake up a tiny storm, and his teeth that you can barely see through his almost closed mouth grind together, ‘This is the hottest he’s ever looked.’
You smile at him and spit on his tip before gulping him down inch by inch until your nose reaches his pubic area. Trying your best not to gag, you move slowly while your fingers work magic that you didn’t even know you had on his balls, smiling when you hear his nails claw on the end of the armrest. “Thaf fewl gud?” You tease. Only to feel another heartbeat deep inside once you see his chest rise and fall quickly with his teeth encasing his bottom lip to suppress his heavy, serene groans, “C'est tellement bon, bébé.” He pants out, finding himself physically incapable of breaking eye contact with you even though he knows that’ll only make him finish faster. It’s just the euphoric way his cock slides down your warm, wet, and tight throat with ease that makes him want to explode a thousand times.
‘Not experienced my ass!’ He complains, regretting that he chose to go easy on you and allow you extra time. Now, he’s dangerously close to cumming down your throat as you suck all his pride away. And him cumming isn’t even the problem. It’s the matter that he held his head up so high, thinking that you wouldn’t even know what to do if you got near his dick. Then he was going to make you scream all night long once your little forty minutes were up, and you’d just keep on coming back to him when you were sexually frustrated because, in his head, there’s no way or anyone that can fuck better than him. And he was the best of all the girls he's fucked, but that other part. Oh, he is so wrong. And you’re only going to make it harder for him.
You start bobbing faster once you get comfortable with his size, even going as far as to take the opportunity to try out some stuff that you heard makes it more pleasurable for guys. You try moaning around him to produce vibrations, give him the salt and pepper to create friction when your mouth gets tired, and even ever so slightly rake your teeth along his shaft, which he wasn’t a big fan of, so you go back to the first two. “Are you close?” You ask after feeling his leg tense multiple times. “Je suis si proche.” He nods with his answer, knowing that you still aren’t as fluent as Cynthia in French, only to regret being so kind when you pull off of him. “Beg me to cum. You can’t cum otherwise.” You say, laying your head on his thigh while letting your fingers ghost up and down his very sensitive shaft. His head tilts back for the first time in a while, but you already know he’s trying to stall and let time run out. So you take it a step further and give your sore knees a rest by sitting on the end of his legs so his dick is in front of you. “No stalling. I need an answer now.” He takes no shame in staring when you start rubbing your panty-clad cunt against his erection, listening to each moan you throw in when the friction against your bundle of nerves becomes too much. “Come on, Laurent.” Words that sound like a siren’s song when said in this scenario, and he’s praying to god that he doesn’t give in when you move your panties to the side, exposing your glistening clit to the cold air. You lean forward, laying your head on his shoulder while gently grinding into and stroking his length, letting any shlick that oozes from your pussy melt onto him. “I’m waiting, Laurent.” You hear his breath hitch, and thinking you are getting a response out of him, you pop up. Only to realize that it was just him shying away from you with his eyes shut tight. Frustration begins to cloud your mind, and you grab him by his jaw, forcefully turning his head back over to you. “Laurent, you’re cheating. Honestly, I should win by default-”
“Fuck!” He stiffly shoots out. “My… My answer is no!” Your teeth begin to grind until you feel his cock twitch with need in your hand. Realization and confidence paint a smile across your face, “Are you sure? Because your mind is trying desperately to resist my touch, but your body is falling victim to it so hard.” He shakes out of your grip and looks away once more, “I am sure.” You groan, “Then you leave me no choice.” You stroke him a couple of times before lining his dick up at your entrance, taking three fingers to transfer your shlick to the tip of his cock for easier access. The sensation is mythical in he has to clench every muscle in his body to not jerk into you, knowing that he’s going to explode during penetration. “Say goodbye to your pride. There is no way in hell you can come back after cumming on the first up and down.” You probe him at the entrance a few times, getting ready to sink onto him, but before you can. ‘Bloob, bloob, bloob, bloob, bloob.’ rings three times on the Apple watch Laurent is wearing. A heavy sigh is exiled from his mouth as all you can think is how close you were while untying him.
But it’s hard to feel bummed when you catch a hot glimpse of Laurent greedily finishing himself off. His head lolling back onto the back of the chair with his bangs sticking to his forehead due to the sweat. Both of his hands double-fisted his length as fast but gently as possible before deciding that one was enough and started tweaking his nipples with the free hand. Then, his long legs stretch out, taking up more room than needed as they twitch with each jerk. And lastly, the string of curses that you swore you’ve heard your name floating around once or twice, which you certainly did.
He delivers his last thrusts into his hand before cumming and collapsing back into the chair with a more fucked out expression than before. You roll your eyes and start gathering your clothes, “What are you doing?” He asks, immediately hopping out of his chair as if he didn’t just have the most insane and unhinged-looking orgasm ever. “I’m getting dressed to head back to my room, obviously. Why else would I be getting dressed? To sit around here? No.” You retort, prepping your shirt to put it on.“You must not remember the other half of the deal.”
“Nope, I remember it just fine. I just figured that since you orgasmed right now, you’d be all done for the night.” You’d think he saw you as a clown or comedian because before you got the last word out, he was hysterical while rolling on the floor laughing. “No, no, no, no, no. That isn’t how this is going to play out because I have stamina and libido for days, and I haven’t had sex for a while, but I do have you here. Ready to play. And I'd be the dumbest man alive to watch you walk out of here after the torture you just put me through. So I think it’s time that I show you what I can do.”
Should I post part two?😵💫😋
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Hi I don't know if you'll see the but if u do can I request a Laurent from great pretender x reader where he finally moves on from Dorothy and the reader and him get together and a few years later they have a family thank u
Hi anon!!! Sorry for the wait but I hope I delivered. Since your ask was pretty much related to the short story of Laurent x reader, I decided to make it as the third and final part. (hope that's okay)
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Great Pretender (Laurent x fem-reader)
I Chose You
“Hey, Laurent, honey, where do you think I can put my blouses?”
Today, Dorothy and I were moving in together to a bigger space. After the feud with Y/N, surprisingly enough, Dorothy suggested the idea. She said it so possessively or maybe it was because I was looking for an easy way out, that I didn’t even question it.
“Mmh, let me make space in the cabinet over there?”
I shouldn’t think like that. An easy way out? I loved Dorothy and the heavens had blessed us with a second chance.
Yes! I loved her and everything would go back to the way it-- There, inside the cabinet, neatly rested a pair of scrunchies. They were colorful and wild and way too childish for it to be owned by neither one of us.
I heard a small crack… but maybe it was in my imagination.
“What are those?”
“Scrunchies… They’re Y/N’s”
“Oh!” Dorothy explained while clapping her hands. “I’m sure we can give it to her on a later day!” She said it with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. A bitter feeling I suppose.
After that, Dorothy really made herself at home.
***
Things had become dull after your's and Laurent's closure. I suppose it is only natural after the hurtful words were exchanged. Things had only gone south for you when your boyfriend (and replacement of Laurent) had broken up with you. He had claimed you were still in love with your ex... You hadn't denied it.
However, there was no point in crying over it. Laurent and Dorothy seemed to be in a good place. The blonde especially; if he could, you could too.
Although, a question kept circling in your mind, Why do people fall in love? When the outcome is full of pain.
The idea would just keep torturing you, therefor you decided to push it out of your mind.
***
Life kept moving and before you knew it, winter had arrived. As of now, Dorothy and Laurent were in California. Makoto and Abby (who decided to give it a go and date) were in Colorado surprisingly. Cynthia was in London, doing God knows what (Doing Thomas). And that leaves you. You had decided to stay in Japan and work in a small coffee shop. Life was simple and peaceful, nothing had happened.
Sure you felt lonely sometimes, but overall it was a simple content life...Unlike Laurent's life.
You, among Makoto and everyone else, thought Dorothy and Laurent were happy, or at least that was what social media portrayed. Little did you know that was far from the truth...
Anger isn't a good look on anyone, Laurent always thought so. As someone who made money by scamming others, the blonde was pretty patient and knew how to keep calm in high-risked situations, but Dorothy had struck the last nerve.
The argument grew from nowhere into a tornado. It was stupid, just like all the conversations between them.
"Clearly, this isn't working," Laurent huffed. "You've changed!"
"Well, I used to be dead!! Sorry if I no longer fit your standards!" Dorothy replied, with much more spite. "Maybe is time you take me as I AM!!"
Laurent could only stand there, frozen. He did love the woman in front of him. There was a time his love for her was like fire. Now it was just ash. That's what he felt anyway, he just didn't know how to express it.
"I do love you... kinda. Um, I guess what my brain is trying to spit up is... I would love you if you were kinder."
Now it was Dorothy's turn to be stunned. Laurent's words sank in.
"Perhaps this breakup is the only way I will rediscover who I am, the me that is purely myself." She finally said. "I guess I've always assumed I was right when I had no real reason to."
So there they stood, in opposite camps, suddenly blind to each other's good hearts and building barricades instead of bridges.
"Your dreams are so very different from mine, Dorothy. So together everything becomes muted and confusing."
"Yeah, I'll say." A more light-hearted laugh escaped Dorothy's rosy lips, finally being able to breathe. "Even though we didn't work out, I do hope we can keep planning heists?"
A glimmer of hope rested in her blue eyes as the man also laughed.
"I'm gonna go pack."
"Wait," the woman exclaimed before the blonde walked out of her life for good. "Y/n's great. You found a good one."
Laurent could only smile, remembering the childish smile that adorned your face.
"Yes, I did."
***
To say Y/n was stunned and taken aback was an understatement.
It had been almost a year, or maybe a little over a year since she stood in front of the blonde tall skinny guy.
It left a bittersweet taste in her mouth.
"Hey."
It took a while for Y/n to understand what was happening and if it was real or not. Maybe she had finally gone mad. However, as she started to comprehend the situation, her surprise was replaced by anger.
"Hey?! ArE You KIDDING mE right NOw?!" As if she was a cartoon, Y/n's face started to rise in color, a shade of red at the tip of her ears. Laurent could have sworn he saw smoke coming out of them.
"You don't come up to someone without seeing them for a year and being a ComplETE Bitch beFore AND then JUst say 'Hey'!!! The first THing CominG ouT of Your moUth should Be SORRY!!"
Y/n was mad, she really was, but for the most part, she was happy or maybe relieved.
"Here's the thing, Y/n, I love you. In a really, big really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of chocolate cake, hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you... love you."
Y/n's heart fluttered at that. The same words she once said to him.
Laurent seemed nervous, for the first time in a very long time. "If you aren't my soulmate, then I don't want one. I have this feeling that if this isn't right then I don't know what is. If I'm wrong about this I'm wrong about everything. If we aren't real then I have no reality."
"Just kiss me, you moron."
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So the final question is: Why do people want to fall in love - when it can have such a short run and be so painful? -
Maybe the propagation of the species?
We need to connect with somebody?
Are we culturally preconditioned?
All the answers are great but too intellectual for me.
l think it's because, as some of you may already know ... While it does last, it feels fucking great.
@rami-thava @blonde-asshole @catvader101 @kyoichiii @kxtsxkii @chiyumi94 @maixiem @nearlycassidy @bunnywithablog @m-a-21315-blog @rabbitwithsomefangs @nerd-nowandforever
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I WANNA WRITE BUT IDK WHAT TO WRITE
GIVE RECOMMENDATIONS FOR BLACK BUTLER OR GREAT PREETENDER PLEASEEEEEEEEE
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𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙙
I told yall I was gunna do it
Laurent gazed at the small ring with a charlotte blue gemstone that had a admirable glow when moonbeams hit it just right. It was plated with a nice golden outline that was too little to fit his finger.
"Is it special to you?"
He snaps out of his daze, peering at the petite women below him staring at the jewel. Her backside was covered with just a blanket that highlighted her curves perfectly, her bare bust hanging to her body as she drew in closer.
"Mon trésor, go back to sleep," he had whispered, kissing her forehead.
"But you hadn't answered my question," she countered.
"I— well, maybe. I don't know."
"It has to mean something if you're always staring at it with glum eyes," Y/n rolled her eyes, pulling herself up with the cloak rivaling to hide her. "Can I see it?"
He places the ring in her palm as he watched her probe around the gemstone with curious eyes. She then handed it back to him a moment later.
"Cute," she complimented, positing herself back on his chest to fall asleep.
He goes back to wonder at the ring, just for a little bit, to place the ring on a nightstand.
"Now that you're up—"
"Go back to sleep, connard."
𝙈𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙤𝙧 ➜ my treasure.
𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙙 ➜ asshole.
This is one of the most underrated animes that I know and I highly recommend you to watch it!
#Laurent x reader#laurent x y/n#laurent thierry x reader#laurent x dorothy#laurent thierry#great pretender x reader#great pretender
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Mon Lapin (Kinktober Day #2 - Dirty Talk)
Characters: Laurent Thierry x Reader
Word Count: 1.6k
Summary: Laurent demands you express what you want.
Content Warning: n/s/f/w, afab reader, neutral pronouns, drunk sex, slight dubcon cause of alcohol involved but otherwise it’s consensual, dirty talk, teasing, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial
Note: Some more Great Pretender content cause we need some more of this idiot yet suave Frenchman. Also slight spoilers for Dorothy (she’s hinted and alluded to but never name dropped)
The heist had been a success.
Somehow, you pulled through it, playing your part beautifully. You celebrated with your fellow swindlers for a job well done and evenly distributed the stacks of greens amongst yourselves. Alcohol was served - as you downed your shots, more people vanished to return to their villas. You didn’t quite mind the lack of people; Laurent remained by your side to keep good company, nursing a glass of champagne but he was flustered from the buzz swimming through his head.
Laurent, albeit an enigma to you, certainly carried an aura of charisma. While you were new to the game of con artists and the conned, he had shown you the ropes in his own unique method of teaching. He was an excellent coach and a better swindling partner. While there had been times when you questioned what the hell was going through his head, you realized it was better to blindly trust him than to wonder the inner mechanisms of his mind. Eventually, it was just the two of you left at the resort - laughter echoing as he told you about his older days and his first missions.
“And that’s how we managed to get him - though, it was a close call. My English was a bit rusty at the time and I couldn’t pronounce the name of a certain city. But we pulled through,” he laughed, blue eyes twinkling as he reminisced the nostalgia.
“Now you’re a natural at this,” you commented, feeling reassured that while you were unusually nervous to play a big role in this heist, you had done well. It’s weird to think that once, Laurent was a rookie like you - that someone had mentored him. “I hope... my performance as a princess was good.”
“It was fantastic, mon lapin,” he praised, reaching your empty hand to emphasize his point. Your ears turned red - you weren’t the best at handling compliments like this, “If anything, I think you’ll probably outshine me one day.”
“I doubt that,” you said sheepishly, turning your head away from this gaze. He was too handsome to look at - tousled blonde locks and playful blue irises. His drunken blush didn’t help either.
“Mon lapin, you need more confidence in yourself,” with all inhibitions flew out the window, he reached for your chin and forced you to confront him - rather than his usual cunning smirk, he softly smiled at your adorable flushed cheeks. He couldn’t quite place his finger on it but there was something about your unbridled enthusiasm to learn and commit that made him quite fond of you. It reminded him of her. She would have taken quite a liking to you - always eager to please and coming apart under the slightest amount of praise when all eyes were on you. An idea hit him drinking in your demure visage. “Let me help you with that, my dear—“
“What do you mean, Lau—“ he hushed the question with a kiss. It was smooth and natural but being unfamiliar with this sort of affection, you froze. The Frenchman expected your unease - a long hand came to cup your cheek while the other rested in your shoulder to keep you grounded. Eventually, you settled in - even experimentally pressing your tongue against his lips, seeking permission. He hummed contently and indulged in the aftertaste of vodka lingering in your mouth. Your hand found purchase in his tropical shirt and tried to pull him in closer.
But he pulled away with a chuckle, taking in the glossy glisten of your eyes and your plush lips with red waxy smears from the corners of your mouth. “Eager to please, are we? J’aime ça.”
You didn’t respond, too caught up in what was taking place. A warm heat was spreading to your nether regions and Laurent noted how you shifted your thighs. Now he was curious. Seeing you positively react, he reached in again for another kiss but instead his hand went running up your thigh and you instinctually spread your legs to invite him closer.
“I knew it. You’re an eager slut, ready to please, aren’t you, mon lapin?” a devilish smirk curled his lips upwards - it made your heart hammered against your chest. Your words were stuck in your throat - he had caught you like the vulnerable rabbit trapped in between the sharp canines of a fox. He was the cat that got the cream. You shuddered when you sensed his fingertips dancing at your sides, ready to pounce.
“L-Laurent, please—“
“Hm, glad to see the cat didn’t get your tongue. But please what, mon lapin salope?”
“I— mmph—!” he pushed you down on the couch, assaulting your senses. His kiss was rougher, more sloppy - he bit at your lower lip so you could gasp and allow access to your mouth. He tongued you eagerly, all while lazily grinding his tented half-hard erection against your clothed heat. You moaned into his mouth, relishing in the taste of cigarettes and booze; your mind was growing fuzzy, unaware of the world surrounding you. Luckily for you and Laurent, everyone else had either left and found a room to crash in for the night. You wanted more of him. You whimpered when you left your lips, only to feel his hot breath tickle against your neck. He made a trail of kisses, occasionally deliberately teething, the skin blooming into a red-purple shade.
He stopped his incessant grinding, taking in the effects he had on you - swollen lips, blown-out pupils, matted locks against your forehead, and a couple of hickeys. You whined when he stopped, his teasing grin would have warranted a punch in the face. “You didn’t answer my question so I’ll help you out,” he jerked his hips against your clothed sex and you sighed, bucking your own hips to feel him again. However, his hands gripped them, holding you steady much to your dismay. “It’s clear what you want, mon cheri. I want the same. I want to fuck you. So don’t deny how eager you are to take my cock, you adorable slut.”
“L-Laurent— p-please, I want you—“
“Better, mon lapin. But why do you want me?”
“Y-You know...”
“Perhaps I do. But I want to hear it from your pretty slutty mouth, mon lapin.”
“B-But, Laurent, I—“ before you could articulate your words, the blonde dips one hand underneath the waistband of your pants. You choked on your words and moaned when his palm cups at your pantie clad sex, his long finger experimentally rubbing the slit.
“I can feel how wet you are. You’re particularly dripping, my dear Y/N...” being a bit impatient himself, his hand slipped underneath the fabric of your panties, his experienced hand easily finding the bundle of nerves hiding in its hood. With careful consideration, he rubs it, electricity jolting down your spine and a desperate moan leaving your lips. His free hand is already pulling down your leggings along with your panties and you help shimmy them off. Laurent spreads your legs further apart, admiring the pretty shade of your pussy and your swollen clit. Collecting more of your slick on his index finger, he presses it against your entrance and sinks it into the knuckle. You sigh in relief - he works his magic on you, immediately finding that one particular spot that has your toes curling.
With ease, he inserts another digit and begins to fuck your tight walls with only two of his fingers. You tense up, going with your instincts, and bucking against his hand. To put the icing on the cake, his thumb finds your swollen clit again, rubbing it in vigorous circles that has white stars flooding your vision. Laurent knows you’re about to cum, your core pulsating against his knowledgeable digits as he assaults your g-spot with a come here motion. However, before you can fall from your peak, he stops his ministration, cackling almost sinisterly when you let out a whine followed by a curse.
“Tell me, mon lapin salope, what do you want?”
“Fuck Laurent, please! You know already!” you cry out in frustration.
“I know what your beautiful body wants but again, I want to hear it from those pretty lips,” he coos, lapping up juices from his slender fingers.
“God, p-please...! J-Just do me already—“ you whine, your cheeks burning red, steam particularly coming out of your ears. You avert your gaze away, his wolfish grin too much to handle.
But he wasn’t going to have it. He reaches for your chin, his visage softening. It was too cute with how embarrassed you were but he understood he could be cruel. He gives you an encouraging kiss, “Look me in the eyes and say it with confidence, mon cheri.”
With an exasperated sigh, you throw out your dignity, finally giving in to the Frenchman’s scheme. You reach for his face, appreciating how he was being more lenient - yet a hint of a smirk remained, his eyes beaming with amusement. Chewing on your bottom lips, you stumble over some of your words but still carry on, desperate at this point. “L-Laurent, please... I-I... I want you to... f-fuck me with your cock! Please, I can’t handle this anymore—!”
Finally - your cute face was desperately worth it.
“I thought you would never ask~”
“B-But we can go to the bedroom?”
He chuckles, giving you another quick kiss before scooping you up, “Of course.”
#great pretender#great pretender x reader#laurent thierry#laurent thierry x reader#laurent x reader#not sfw#my writing#scenario#kinktober 2020
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i’m so desperate for Great Pretender content that i’m fully about to write fanfiction myself :O
(my ask box is open request some juicy x reader requests.)
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Great Pretender Masterlist
requests | rules | main masterlist
(2 requests pending)
🐱Laurent Thierry🐱
💫Makoto Edamura💫
friends to lovers hc’s + scenario - m!reader
jealous makoto hc's - f!reader
☠️Abigail Jones☠️
🍷Cynthia Moore🍷
#great pretender masterlist#great pretender x reader#laurent thierry x reader#makoto edamura x reader#abigail jones x reader#cynthia moore x reader#great pretender laurent x reader#great pretender edamura x reader#great pretender abby x reader#great pretender cynthia x reader
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hi i saw that you take requests so can i request laurent thierry (and makoto if your okay with that) with an s/o that’s short (5’0-5’2 for emphasis) and really feisty like has knocked someone that was twice their size out because of one out of line comment? i hope you have a wonderful day lovely :))
Feisty S/o HCs (Laurent Thierry, Makoto Edamura)
𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 <𝟯 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 ;)
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
Laurent Thierry
Laurent is caught off guard at first
You seem so innocent looking just because of your height???
But let someone say something unpleasant and suddenly your fist is connecting with their chin
Though he’s absolutely amused by it once the shock wears off
Your fiery attitude is something to be adored and your strength is no doubt impressive
So don’t be surprised when you hear him humble bragging about you
“The love of my life can beat up the love of YOUR life any day of the way”
Might even have you use your disarming appearance to get the best of someone he’s trying to con out of their money by the way
He still gets worried sometimes because he loves you and he doesn’t want anything to happen to you
But he knows and trusts that you’re strong enough to fight your own battles - something he’ll always admire about you
Makoto Edamura
You scared poor baby Edamura the first time you raised your voice at someone disrespecting you
And you terrified him the first time he saw you roundhouse some asshole on the street before rolling your eyes and walking away.
Safe to say, he was a little intimidated afterward
He’s run into his fair share of firecrackers while he was growing up- it isn’t uncommon to see someone hold their own in Japan
It’s just you’re so small???????? Smaller than HIM and yet you pack a punch he’s never had in him
Though after a little bit of getting used to, he really leans it to and find it’s pretty attractive since confidence in yourself means everything
As well as,,,, you know,,,,, fighting for what’s right (AKA not letting anyone fuck around without finding out)
He’s still a good boy and can be pretty nonconfrontational at times since he’s very much “how do i finesse my way into living to see tomorrow” type of guy
So you’re absolutely gonna have to be the one to walk up to the fast food counter for him, demanding that his burger be remade because “he asked for no pickles.”
The dynamic between you two just got cuter <3
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Makoto edamura x reader
Makoto meets his new daughter 😩
Makoto quietly stood over your form lying the bed, your arms were wrapped ever so gently over the newborn baby. Sweat was steadily rolling down your forehead.
He had his hand resting on your shoulder, thumb rubbing your shoulder soothingly. A small smile etched into his lips.
“Do you wanna hold her?”
Makoto froze for a second, then gave a big smile while nodding.
“Of course!”
He extended his arms to you while you situated your daughter and told him how to hold her properly.
Gently passing him the fragile baby he pulled her close to his chest and slowly rocked back and forth to keep her calm.
He cooed and awed when she made little noises every so often.
A bright smile was taking over his face, he lowered himself to be just above you, his brunette hair cascading around his face.
You smiled at him, lifting your hand to place it on his head, just to feel him shaking.
“Love? Are you alright? What’s the matte-“
Makoto lifted his head up, eyes closed, tears streaming down his face.
“I’m fine, she’s perfect..”
Tiny sniffles left him while he whispered to his daughter. A smile appeared on your face as you watching him talk and smile at your new daughter. He was so gentle with her.
“Thank you, y/n”
You chuckled at him, once again lifting your arm to gently smooth the little strands of hair on the baby’s head.
“No need to thank me Makoto.”
He pulled you against him with one arm, still keeping the baby secured his other arm, careful not to drop her.
Tears still falling freely from his eyes, he held you and the baby close to him.
It’s short I know but it’s late and I’m tired lol I hoped you liked it!!
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Great Pretender (Laurent x fem-reader)
You Chose Her
Part 2
Part 3
Spoiler Alert!!! If you haven’t finished Great Pretender then I recommend not to read it. It’s still a fanfiction but read at your own risk.
You knew what you were getting yourself into when you fell for Laurent. Cynthia warned you. You knew you've always known. Laurent's heart belonged to Dorothy. But he promised, he even said he loved you, and everything was going well. Every day you would wake up and he would greet you with a splendid breakfast. You talked about politics and shared your knowledge. Together you learned different languages and read incredible books. But that wasn't the case any longer. He even told you how he used to carry her ring and how he had the courage to throw it back in the ocean. He told you he was ready to move on with you. But Dorothy had come back, and you swear his blue orbs light up each time he sees her.
Who were you kidding? They used to be engaged! He proposed on a night sky full of stars and she said yes. They were a family before you even came to the picture. Laurent was way older than you, meaning he had a life before, you didn't even know who you were as a person!
But you couldn't let him go so easily. You had to fight for him. Without giving it a second thought, you went to knock on his hotel room. A few minutes passed before the door opened revealing the warm light of the other side of the room.
"Oh Y/n, I didn't expect to see you here. We haven't talked since..."
"Okay, here it is. Your choice, it's simple, her or me." You interrupted. "And I'm sure she's really great. But Laurent, I love you. In a really, big really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of chocolate cake, hold a radio over my head outside your bedroom window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you... love you." A sad sight escaping your glossy lips. "So pick me. Choose me. Love me. I'll be at the bar across the street tonight so if you do decide to take off that ring, meet me there."
And with that, you turned around and walked away, leaving a very confused blond guy behind.
So here you were, sitting in a bar. Alone, sad, and drunk, while peeling pistachio shells.
"She doesn't look okay. Maybe we should say something."
"What? Tell her he isn't going to pick her."
"Poor fool."
"You know I can hear you!" You spat suddenly, turning around at the table in the corner where Cynthia, Abby, and Makoto were sitting. "You, who called yourselves my friends, are talking behind my back!"
Interrupting, the door bell ranged, signaling that someone had entered the bar. The four of you swung your heads to the person. Disappointment hits you like a wave when you saw Clark entering. His shitty perfect grin making you want to cry.
"Hey guys! Oi what's with the negative energy?"
Your head meets the marbled table, "Uhg, he ain't coming is he? How pathetic am I?" A different emotion was starting to appear. It was no longer sadness but anger at Laurent and regret towards yourself. "I'm sooo pathetic. I seriously said pick me!? WHo I aM KidDinG, I'm going home."
"You can't go! What if he comes, give him time." Makoto protest as he stands up from the corner table. Turning around to see him, his brown eyes are met with your dull ones. No life is coming from them as if you've lost all hope. "Makoto look me in the eyes and tell me if you think he's comin'" A few seconds of silence is all you need to break. Of course he wasn't coming. Without looking at the group you decide to flee the bar and don't look back.
I think I’m going to do a part 2, but comment if I should?
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Hazzah! I have found the inspiration to write, I'm adding new characters too!
I will be doing X reader requests for Viktor nikiforov (YOI), laurent thierry (The great pretender), Keigo takami (MHA) Sinbad (Magi) and!!!!!! *drum roll* Tora (Midnight poppy land by lilydusk).
And yes, my requests are open.
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Did someone say Great Pretender? 👀 How about headcanons for Makoto and Lauren (separately) who needs to pretend to be in a relationship with S/O for a scam. Fake relationships turned into something more. Nsfw or sfw - your choice.
NOTE: uhhh it’s fairly suggestive but cw dubcon (if you squint), mentions of cuck for lulz, not sfw ish
Makoto Edamura
> The thought of pretending to be your boyfriend has him unnerved and flustered at first. While his acting has improved immensely since his first heist, the thought of being intimate just to fool some corrupt CEO has his head swimming. Especially since you, his partner for this particular swindle, just happens to be one of the most attractive people he ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on!
> You can’t help but tease the poor lad, reassuring him that all has to do is follow the script and act natural. The two of you would be presenting yourself in public so it’s not like the two of you would have to do anything further than hand holding and the caressing each other. However, the two of you do practice - you want to appear as a couple who love each other for ages when you’re out for dinner with the CEO and their spouse. So you and Makoto go on “pretend dates”. You coach him to hold initimate eye contact, put him to the test by randomly reaching out for his hands, and see how well he reacts when you go to wipe lingering crumbs near his lips.
> And it seems like these pretend dates pay off well, considering the CEO, their spouse, and everyone else always compliment what a good couple you are. Even Edamame has a few tricks up his sleeves and has seem the mastered the craft of faking relationships with you. He’s even been bold enough to kiss some cream off near your lips (and you gave a playful slap to ass for revenge). Even Laurent and Cynthia point out the two of you have gotten close since! However, Makoto brushes it off, commenting about how he is after all, Japan’s greatest con artist.
> Laurent chuckles and winks, “sureeee Edamame~”
> However, this all comes to a head when the CEO discreetly sends out an invitation... to a swing party.
> While Edamura is adamant about not attending, you force him to consider this - an opportunity to seduce the CEO and gain their trust and secrets. They had made suggestive comments and gave you rather unwanted attention and compliments. It’s a gamble that you’re willing to bet on, despite Makoto’s protest about the risk of putting yourself in danger. After a few days of going back and forth, he ultimately surrenders - while personally, he won’t be participating, he does want to keep an eye on you at all times. And perhaps that can be arrange - after all this swing party might be kink friendly, no?
> The night of the party, you and Makoto dress in your finest clothing. However, your attire leaves little room for the imagination, wanting to impress the CEO. Edamura grabbed a drink to ease his nerves - he followed you and the CEO eagerly led you to a more private area (“don’t mind him, he’s really into this sort stuff, you know?”). The Japanese man watched the way their hands went to linger on your hips, pulling you down on the velvet settee. He observed how your hands fidgeted nervously and how your tongue flicked nervously as you reached for the CEO’s crotch, eyes filled with uncertainty.
> There was a tug on his heart - his fist was painfully clenched at the edge of his seat and his pants felt uncomfortably tight. But not from the scene unfolding before him but rather wondering what it would be like to be under your touch, feeling the softness of your lips, the callouses of your hand against his warm skin, and to explore each other—shit, was he actually jealous? Did Makoto have feelings for you? And he was so willing to let this dirtbag have the pleasure of feeling you—
> Instinctually, he leapt out of his seat, grabbing you before you had the chance to unzip the CEO’s pants and dragging you to a private bedroom. Makoto ignored your angry and confused questioning and the nasally laughter of the CEO (“a cuck that’s easily jealous huh”). When he swung the door open and slammed it closed, he silenced your protest with a hasty and needy kiss. You were stunned, let out a muffled noise of surprise as your brain processed what the hell was going on...
> However, rather than fight back and yell about how Edamame just blew the chances of finding out the corrupt CEO’s weakness, you melted into the kiss, allowing him to push you towards the bed. “Geez, if you had just told me sooner, you dumbass.”
Laurent Thierry
> Upon hearing the heist layout, you’re eyeing Laurent with disbelief. You... and him...?
> Of course, you’re going to bombard him with questions! Why couldn’t it be Abbie or Cynthia? Certainly those two would have made better candidates at pretending to be a prestigious married couple with Laurent than you ever could. Hell, even Edmame would probably be better suited for this! However, the Frenchman tells you to fret not - Abbie and Cynthia are busy with other roles. Plus, Laurent wants you to see this as expanding your horizon. You can’t just go about swindles and only play the side characters. This will be a good heist to show your potential lies in greater things, he says.
> “Besides, I will be your husband so I’ll make sure to take good care of you, mon cheri~” he teases, reaching for your hand to kiss, much to your embarrassment. You sigh, reminding yourself this only a mission and both of you have the same goal in mind; eyes on the prize. Besides, it’s not you don’t think you necessarily can’t handle this, it’s more the fact you find yourself attractive to Laurent. Often times, you replay all those teasing moments, the not-so-subtle flirting, and the times he’s nonchalantly kissed your cheeks and hands. However, you don’t want to mingle your love affair with business. Despite his flirtaous nature, the logical part of your brains reminds you that he’s always like this with everyone. He’s nothing more than a business partner.
> Your interactions with the politician your group has targeted seems to be fairing well. Laurent naturally leads the conversation, helping you two weasel into the the politician’s grace and being introduced to their entourage of close associates. However, you’re always being surprised by some of his bold actions. His bigger hand deliberately placed on your thigh during dinners and being placed on the small of your back while guiding you through the elaborate hallways of a palace. He’s even taken the whole charade far by whispering honey-laced words in your ears - to further fool them or to tease you? You honestly can’t tell anymore!
> Eventually, the two of you are invited to a ballroom dance of sort, where allegedly, the politician is suppose to be meeting their backers. Certainly, you can’t miss out on this opportunity - offer to better ratings, make them desperate, gain more money.
> It proves to be successful but you still gotta linger about in the ballroom while Laurent works out the finer details. You try to best to evade conversation, anxiously waiting for your partner’s return until a certain persistent individual attempts to occupy your time. While you attempt to brush them off as curious and lonely individual, they keep asking more and more questions about your fabricated persona that you simply did not have the answers for. You try to stray further and further away from this creep, telling them you have other business to attend to...
> But they’re catching onto your little plot and observing you from afar; it’s a game of predator and prey. Eventually you leave the ballroom entirely but this person is still pursuing you! Eventually you’re pushed into a corner and forced to further entertain this person, who’s inching further and further into your personal space. You want to run, to tell them to fuck off but you’re not quite sure what this person is capable of. They begin to question who you really are, never quite seeing you before. You gulp, your flight response telling you to run and you do. But then run into someone else—
> You go to apologize, only to realize it’s Laurent! Oh thank heavens! But you can hear that nuisance’s loud footsteps approaching and he’s yelling your name. The Frenchman easily finds a solution to your little predicament, quick to pick up on whatever is going on. With ease, he pushes you against the wall and making sure to hide your smaller figure. Before you can question what exactly he is doing, he shuts you up with a fervent kiss... with tongue! His leg press in between yours, hands roaming your sides. Acting promptly, you loosen up and return his advances.
> Even after you hear the footsteps scurry pass, you don’t want to bring yourself to stop this. It’s Laurent who has to disengage and you’re readying yourself for a barrage of playful jabs only to see the man equally flustered but beaming, a smirk dancing on the edge of his lips. “Beautifully done, mon cheri... may I suggest we celebrate our swindle somewhere perhaps more privately?” He presses his knee against your heat and you let out an embarrassing moan. You glimpse up, skepticism in your eyes but his blue orbs soften. For once, Laurent is serious.
> And you can’t help but eagerly nod.
#Anonymous#my writing#makoto edamura#laurent thierry#great pretender#headcanons#makoto edamura x reader#laurent thierry x reader#not sfw#ish#sorry i’m publishing this on mobile
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I'm sorry did i see it right ? You accept great pretender request ?! I need me some laurent thierry 😍
i do! i accept specific requests (this goes for all the fandoms i write for), so if you wanna ask for something please give me some sauce to work with :)
example of what not to do: “edamura x reader fluff, please!”
example of something i’d accept (and am in the process of writing at the moment): “edamura x reader fluff, please! maybe you help out on a con because you’re Laurent’s (adopted) sister, and Makoto immediately gets all soft and shy because he thinks your this cool sexy girl he doesn’t have chance with, so you have to ask him out and it’s super cute!”
#great pretender#anime#fanfiction#ariya responds#makoto edamura x reader#makoto x laurent#laurent thierry x reader#makoto x reader#laurent x reader#great pretender fanfiction
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[ hinata x y/n ] little moodboard before my little self indulgent content... mwah
tagged by: @citrussweetie i’m love you sm
my two-dee amours..... my boys... my loves
HQ!!: i think defo my favorite boy is hinata cause i have a hard time not falling in love with the protag i think LOL.... just his whole character arc and i just like stupid and wholesome men. they make me happy. besides that DEFO oikawa cause i love my hot men... besides that kageyama tsukki uhhh legit no one else meaningfully after that but im a man simp... horrible
HQ!! REALISTICALLY: oh god no one LOL i’m a very complicated and closed off person so i think i’d just be like “aha what” but errr i definitely would get along easiest with hinata, would highkey simp for tsukishima and oikawa but for others- kenma is maybe valid but i hate gamerboys and uh... HONESTLY no idea besides that heh... maybe bokuto i love stupid men
OTHER SERIES: currently i’m in love with Laurent Thierry (Great Pretenders) and im crying over the lack of content for him x reader. might make it myself like a horrifying amalgamation of a lonely person.... thats it :P also RAIHAN FROM POKÉMON HOLY SHIT WOTGUYYUUY MAMA
tagging @queenofanime @pastel--pasta @badprettylilbitch omf sorry i do not know any of you all HI.... but you posted in the grepre tag and now i must share my love of blonde frenchman also YOU DKNT GOTTA DO THIS!! dw i don’t wanna make you feel uncomf and shit bc weh... anyways mwah ty for being a part of this fandom
#hinata shōyō x reader#hinata shouyou x reader#mourning portrait☠️(art)#i swear i’ll post real stuff in a sec...whatever i’m just busy 😭
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Best Seat in the House (Laurent)
Kinktober 2021 Day Four: Cockwarming
𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩
𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?
A highrise hotel in Cancun. A glass floor-to-ceiling window in an open living room. Expensive furniture that a younger version of yourself wouldn’t even dare to dream of. And somehow, you’re here.
The stars glitter up high, but from a top-floor penthouse suite, you swear just about anyone could reach out and grab them. In all honesty, you would have tried to do it yourself if you weren’t so preoccupied.
Tonight it’s just the two of you. Only a couple more hours before the rest of Team Confidence comes back from celebrating the success of a recent con. You would have followed them out if it weren’t for Laurent insisting that you stay in and help him go over files for a potential target. As much as you loved spending time with the rest of the team, who could say no to a face like that? Besides, he did promise to keep you entertained.
You learned very quickly that all the files in question were written in french. A language you were very much unfamiliar with. You also learned that Laurent had a definition of entertainment that wasn’t what you initially thought it would be. Not that you minded, of course.
But when the night grows a little too quiet, you can’t help but rock your hips in search of something more. But the ever so attentive Laurent is quick to catch onto what you’re doing.
An arm immediately moves to cross over your stomach, tapping your side as a warning. It’s not a tight grip by any means. Just a lax hold that just barely brushes against your skin. You could fight against it if you wanted to. And part of you really, really wanted to. Even so, it managed to hold you still as your shoulders slump and you fall back against a warm chest.
How does he always manage to get what he wants from you?
“There we go,” He murmurs right in your ear. “Stay right there, okay?”
The shiver that rolls down your body at the sound was inevitable- there was no way around it. He just always had that type of effect on you. But the pout that planted itself on your lips was even more inevitable as you turn your head to look at him.
It’s hard not to admire such a pretty face. That defined jawline of his was captivating to watch, especially when he spoke. Those perfectly arched eyebrows and those long eyelashes of his always gave him such a soft appearance. Even the curve of his nose and the way his hair always managed to frame his face just right was an addicting sight. And you loved it when that sight had its attention focused purely on you.
Yet, he hadn’t even spared you a glance. Not once since you both started.
His eyes hadn’t looked up from the set of documents he was holding in the hand around your waist. The other hand laid across the backside of the couch, a pen twirling absently around in his fingers. Other than forcing you to stay still, the only time he moved positions was to see over your shoulder. His warmth bleeds into your body. Throw over some chair somewhere is where you know you can find his suit jacket. And it may or may not be in the same direction as your pants. But you just didn’t get it.
How can he be so unaffected while you just can’t stop thinking? Wanting...craving.... needing...
“You seem distracted, mon trésor. ” His words glide from his mouth effortlessly- the sound buzzing in your ear. His chest vibrates lowly as he speaks to you in such a charming tone. Though the hand that sneaks down to mess with the blanket covering your lower half is anything but charming. “Is something your mind?”
“Laurent…” You whisper out, your face growing warm as he teases you. “Can you just move? Even a little bit?”
His eyes slide over to you- just for a moment. He takes note of your flustered expression and drinks it all up greedily, a smirking finding its way on his lips. You felt like it was just another con all over again. In the end, you’re just a pawn for him to move around in the grand scheme of things. He’s the leader, and you’re the follower. Though you suppose the rewards are lucrative enough to keep you coming back for more. Because sometimes it’s money.
And sometimes it’s uninterrupted alone time with your thighs pried apart, sitting on his dick for as long as he wants you to.
“I told you. Tonight, I’m not moving.” He hushes out, speaking directly into your ear before moving to plant a small kiss on your jaw. You mewl at the feeling, unintentionally tightening up and squeezing around his cock. It throbs inside of you in response as he lets out a groan. The sound quickly dissolves in a chuckle- light and airy. You can almost hear the fondness he holds for you in his voice. “You work so hard for me, my dear.”
“I guess, but-” Your words die in your throat as your eyes follow his hand slowly moving to place down the documents he was reading. His hand then moves to slip under the blanket draped over your legs- your own shield from the rest of the world knowing he’s inside of you, plugging you up and making you squirm.
You draw in a sharp breath as his hand presses against your lower stomach- just about where he would be. He places another kiss on your jaw as he presses against your stomach hard enough to make you whine at the feeling. He’s only half-hard, and yet somehow he manages to make you feel so full and needy.
“No buts, mon trésor. ” He muttered against your skin. “Let’s rest tonight, alright? Just rest .”
You nod your head, eyes half-lidded as his fingers draw shapes in your skin. There’s no point in fighting back. Not with how much you enjoy any moment alone with him. Though his hand slipping down and underneath your cover caused the blanket to shift in position. It no longers provides the satisfying heat you’ve had all this time. But you’re not too worried about that. The blanket’s still there, isn’t it? And you have a nice, blonde-haired-blue-eyed space heat to hold you close.
Oh yeah.
And the best seat in the house, of course.
#laurent#laurent thierry#laurent x reader#laurent thierry x reader#the great pretender#great pretender#the great pretender x reader#great pretender x reader#Smut#x reader#xreader#the great pretender fanfic#the great pretender fanfiction#kinktober
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