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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year

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Characters With An S/O Who Has OCD

mentioned: bo sinclair, lester sinclair, brahms heelshire, adam stanheight, lawrence gordon

warnings: implied contamination ocd, mentions of hand washing, mentions of injuries (cuts on hands), checking compulsions, counting compulsions, hurt/comfort

a/n: so this is probably one of the most personal things i'm gonna post on here since i actually do struggle with ocd but i hope you enjoy! also, lawrence and adam might not be 100% accurate because i'm only just starting out writing for them.

Bo Sinclair

Initially, you intended to keep the fact that you had OCD hidden from him, but you were eventually forced to tell him when he spotted the bloody cuts that covered your hands one day.

"The hell's wrong with your hands?" He asked, his face twisting in disgust as he pointed to the raw skin there.

"It's nothing." You said, shrugging him off.

But he wouldn't leave it alone. "Bullshit, ain't no way that's nothin'."

Eventually he wore you down and you tried to explain that it was from excessive hand-washing, to which he simply pulled a face, obviously confused.

There was no way he would sit down and listen to you explain in full though, so you opted to give him a brief explanation of your disorder before walking away, too scared to see his reaction.

Little did you know, he'd later show up to your room with what looked to be some sort of pharmacy bag.

"Look, I don't understand why the hell you'd do that to yourself, but it looks like it hurts." He said, awkwardly adjusting the hat on his head. "So I went out, got you some stuff."

He dumped the contents of the bag onto your bed, revealing an assortment of lotions and creams, and finally a roll of bandages, before stepping towards you slightly. "Didn't really know what you'd need, so I hope this is alright."

You couldn't help the smile forming on your lips as you looked up at him, his simple gesture making you feel less alone in your struggles. "Thank you."

He just shrugged it off before proceeding to silently take care of your injured hands.

Lester Sinclair

You told him pretty early in your relationship about your OCD and whilst he didn't fully understand it, he still supported you nonetheless.

He knew that you would often have bad days so he always made sure to ask how you were doing, sometimes offering to take you for a drive to help clear your head.

He could always tell when you were struggling because he'd notice how you would suddenly become reserved, quiet.

"You want some water?" He'd ask. "Or we could go into town for a little bit?"

He couldn't even begin to understand what you were going through but that didn't stop him from trying to help in any way that he could. And you definitely appreciated his kindness.

Brahms Heelshire

Honestly, when you first told Brahms you had OCD, he'd never even heard the term. But once you explained it to him, he immediately related to your need for control.

Obviously, not in the exact same way, but he understood how it could be distressing to go against certain routines, considering that was how he felt if he didn't stick to his own routines.

He didn't really understand what OCD was and he struggled to understand just how it affected you, but he understood that sometimes you would need space, time alone until you could get back on your feet.

He noticed how when you were having a bad day, you would be less physically affectionate with him, avoiding hugs and any close contact.

He wasn't a huge fan of the limited hugs or kisses and although his kiss goodnight had become an integral part of his nighttime routine, he tried to be okay with it not happening sometimes.

Brahms loved you and only wanted the best for you. He wanted to make sure you were okay and if giving you the space you needed was what helped, then he would definitely make himself scarce, probably retreating into the walls for a while until you were okay to spend time with him again.

And you would always assure him that he wasn't doing anything wrong and that you just weren't doing too good, and that you still loved him.

Adam Stanheight

For the first few months of your relationship, you decided to keep your disorder a secret from Adam, worried that he wouldn't understand and you would simply embarrass yourself.

But when you finally did tell him, well, he seemed pretty confused.

"So like what, you're a clean freak?"He asked, his brows still knitted together in confusion.

Your immediate thought was to get angry at him for saying such an insensitive thing, but Adam had seemed so kind during the months you'd been together so he surely didn't intend for it to be so insensitive.

You took a breath, proceeding to calmly explain to him that it was much more than just being a germophobe, which prompted him to begin asking a whole array of questions.

"Have you had this your whole life?" "If it hurts, why do you keep doing it?" "Have you talked to someone about it?" "Does that mean you don't like it when I hug you?"

And finally, "Are you okay?"

You couldn't control the smile on your face as you looked at him, the confusion still evident in his eyes even though he just spent the last ten minutes bombarding you with questions.

You told him that you were okay and that you had coping tools, but sometimes you would just have bad days.

He then joked that he was dating a superhero because it takes a strong person to live with something like that.

And then he ended with one final question. "Can I kiss you?"

Lawrence Gordon

There was never any hiding your disorder from Lawrence. He wasn't necessarily a psychiatrist, but he was still a doctor. The second he spotted all the repetitive behaviours he realised something was wrong.

He would often notice you checking the locks at night when he stayed over, or your countless trips to the bathroom, or the fact that it always took you exactly twenty seconds before you could walk away from the light switch.

He knew you were showing signs of OCD, he just didn't know if you knew.

One day whilst you were in the kitchen together, he brought it up. "I think you need to go and talk to someone."

You were slightly confused and a little taken aback at his sudden comment. "What?"

"I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to intrude, but I've seen your behaviour and I'm worried about you."

You just gave him a nervous laugh, knowing exactly what he was trying to say now. "What do you mean?"

He took a short breath before speaking again, as though he were giving a patient bad news. "I think you might have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder."

"Oh, I know." You answered. Now he was the one who was confused.

"What?"

"I didn't wanna say anything because I knew you'd probably just go into doctor mode and start treating me like a patient. And I didn't want that."

You both left the conversation like that, and you assumed that things would probably be awkward between you two now.

But the next morning, you walked into your kitchen to find Lawrence stumbling about as he attempted to plate up what looked like pancakes.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, I really need to learn not to bring my work home with me." He explained, an apologetic smile on his face. "I thought I'd make you breakfast, if you're up for it."

You offered him a small smile as you sat down with him, a warmth filling you at the sight of the misshapen pancake on the plate.

"Thank you for making breakfast." You told him. "And thank you for trying to diagnose me yesterday. I really do appreciate that you were just trying to help."

"If you ever need anything, you can come to me okay? I promise I won't treat you like a patient. I don't see you like that."

"Thank you."

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cherrynwinehorror · 5 months

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🍒:Ok i'm an idiot, i accidentally deleted the request, but here is a soft!Dom Lawrence D:

Let me do it sweetie ~ Lawrence Gordon

Story g: soft!nsfw

⚠️: little dominant sex but sweet and soft, no specific mention of female or male anatomy

Character: Lawrence Gordon/Dr. Gordon from Saw

Reader g: Neutral reader

📝: All the content is fictitious and an attempt is made to adapt the personality of the character

🍒: Hello, writing requests are always open, if you want something in particular, ask without fear. I clarify that English is not my main language, I apologize for any error and accept corrections to improve the quality of the content

Master List

You were moving those vegetables so that they would cook when you felt large hands take you by the waist, you shouted your head to meet Lawrence and he immediately kissed the side of your head.

"Hey baby, I missed you"

You hadn't even heard him enter the house, you looked at the clock and it was just the time he was already back from his work at the hospital.

"How was the hospital today?" You spoke as Lawrence began to kiss the side of your face still hugging you from behind.

"Very tired and stressful"

"I'll give u your dinner in a moment love, you must be hungry"

Knowing that Lawrence could see how busy you were cooking and moving around to look for ingredients nearby, he never left your side.

"Lawrence, are you okay? I feel you very warm today."

"I just missed you so much today."

He reached for the stove to turn it off, he turned you around and looked at your confused face, yet without saying anything he brought you closer to his body and began to kiss you sweetly. Not even a minute passed before he already had you sitting on the island in the middle of the kitchen.

Taking you by the waist and positioning himself between your legs, he continued kissing you, moving down your jaw to your neck. Lawrence was hungry for you. You didn't do anything to stop him, he always ended up making you drunk with his touches and kisses, you just didn't object to anything he wanted to do.

Lawrence was special, he didn't like to have sex anywhere in the house, for him the bed you shared together was exclusive for sleeping in each other's arms or staying awake touching each other. So the moment he saw that you agreed to his touch, he picked you up and took you straight to the room you shared.

He laid you on the bed and untied his tie, when you saw that he began to take off his clothes you wanted to do the same and took your hands stopping your actions.

"Let me do it sweetheart."

Lawrence began touching your body under your shirt while returning to kiss your lips and then up your arms until you were topless, going down to kiss your collarbones and shoulders. You tried to unbutton his white dress shirt but he stopped your hands again by pinning them to the bed above your head.

"You don't play today, do you understand?"

And his tone of voice made your stomach tickle. He let go of your hands for a moment and took the untied tie that was still hanging from his neck, took your hands and tied them together, tight enough not to move them but never enough to hurt you.

Lawrence began to remove his clothes in front of your eyes, his movements were slow and calm, but his breathing communicated desperation to continue touching you.

When he was done with his clothes, he continued with yours clothes, leaving you completely naked. Returning to kiss you desperately, your hands tied across your chest, the only thing you could do was wrap your legs over his hips and touch his chest with your motionless hands. One of his hands grabbed your waist tightly, leaving the mark of his fingers on your cushioned skin.

Tired of just kissing you, he got up from his place, took another tie from his closet and approached you, this time the tie went straight to your eyes.

"I don't want you to know where I'm going to touch you, and just feel it, don't take off any of ties or I stopped, you hear me?"

You just nodded and he tied the tie gently behind your head, everything was dark now. The first touch you felt was your hands held together above your head.

"Don't put your hands down or stop, if you feel uncomfortable say the safe word, remember it?"

"Wine"

"Yes baby"

Now that they were both ready to continue, Lawrence began. At first you only saw darkness, your hands tied above your head and your naked body a little cold from lack of clothing and contact.

A few long seconds later you felt his hands touch your waist, this time it wasn't kisses that ran down your neck, but rather Lawrence's tongue, he knew exactly where to touch, he knew the exact points that made you feel chills and warmed your stomach so his tongue made small sounds of pleasure escape your throat.

Everything was so predictable at first, kissing your pulse on your neck, biting your collarbones a little, caressing your chest. Until he began to make a path of wet kisses from below your navel to your V zone, that's when your skin got chills and a louder moan came from your throat. Lawrence reached your intimate part and began to pass his tongue all over it, making your stomach spasm. He spent some time with his face between your legs, just licking and sucking carefully while one of his hands played with your nipples to increase the stimulation. .

His chin was wet from your fluids, your legs squeezing the sides of his head with each stimulation.

Suddenly there was an absence of his touch for a few moments and you felt desperate to feel him again. Lawrence lowered your hands, raised your hips and turned your entire body, arranging your chest touching the bed, on your knees and separating your legs, leaving your butt completely free for him.

Lawrence began to kiss your entire back, he squeezed the flesh of your hips. He look on the nightstand for the strawberry lube that you both loved to use because of the smell of it, he also grab a condom. Although extra lubrication was never necessary, Lawrence liked to use it as a precaution, so that when he entered you he wouldn't hurt you in any way. And even though you told him so many times that it wasn't necessary and that you were wet enough for him to enter without problems. He wasn't worried about having trouble getting in, but about hurting your insides.

He put the condom on his length, his dick was thick and it was perfect for you as it filled you perfectly and reached every spot you liked.

Lawrence stood behind you, grabbed you by the neck and pulled your head back to reach your ear.

"Beautiful, I want to listen to you, I order you not to silence those beautiful moans that drive me crazy"

He began to enter your hole slowly, still at the height of your ear and as his length was lost inside you, u could hear the guttural sounds of pleasure coming out of him. And you couldn't hide them either, even though out of shame you tried to silence them, Lawrence got upset when he noticed that you were trying to control yourself, he squeezed your neck a little.

"I told you I want to listen to you love"

The way his length stretched your walls had made you forget that it was the first thing he ordered before entering. So now you released the pressure from your throat to avoid moaning.

Lawrence crumpled the sheets under his hand, waiting for you to get used to the sensation but you squeezed him so well that he couldn't bear not being able to move.

After a few seconds he began to move his hips, pushing his length forward and still holding your neck, he pushed you to make a deeper thrust. Your moans came out carelessly, almost screaming his name and asking him not to stop.

You could also hear Lawrence moaning under his breath, and mumbling words that sometimes you didn't understand.

"Shit, sweetheart, you're so tight" "I love the shape of your body" "you're perfect for me" "I never get tired of feeling you around me" "I love you so much" "I can' t live without you"

You continued looking into the darkness, your head raised back, your elbows leaning on the bed, your hands tied together, your back was arched and your butt lifted by Lawrence's hand, the corner of your mouth covered with a little saliva and your moans almost screams did not stop

A few more thrusts and you came, letting some of your fluids fall directly onto the sheets and running down your legs. Lawrence ended up with the condom inside you, feeling how it throbbed and how the latex became hot.

Lawrence let go of your neck and got out of you, he removed the tie from your eyes and laid you on your back, you could finally see him; with his hair messy, sweat on his face and neck and his heavy breathing. He untied your hands and went to get a towel to clean you, clean inside your thighs and you reacted from overstimulation. He leaned back and pulled you to lie on his chest.

"Larry, I love you."

"I love you too, you can't imagine how in love I am with you, I don't know what my life would be without you"

He planted a fleeting kiss on your lips and then returned to kiss you lovingly. As the seconds passed, Lawrence was already on top of you again.

"We should have dinner first" you said pushing him away a little, Lawrence just smiled and moved away from you before he got a new erection.

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ivanzplaid · 10 months

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Lawrence Gorden helping a reader with burnout, autistic burnout if you’re comfortable writing it but burnout in general works. So glad you’re back!!

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HI CASSETTE ANON OH MY FOD HELLO

you dont udnerstand the kevel of shock im in rn im SO HSPPY TO HEAR FROM YOU???? and of course, ill do it🙏🙏 youre always fueling my character needs so its only right that i return the favor fr

while i dont have autism, i wanna make sure this is sccurate, so if theres anything that should be changed or is harmful judt let me know :)

requests are open, masterlist is up!!!

Lawrence Gordon x Gn! Autistic! Reader + Burnout | Headcanons

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Headcanons

lawrence is a doctor, prepared for quite literally most physical and mental problems anyone may come across, so when he gets home from work one day to find his s/o laying down in a separate room with the door shut & it peaceful and calm, he has his suspicions

being the concerned boyfriend he is, he still checks up on you. he wants to make sure youre not hurt or anything along those lines

"Hey, a bit quite in here hm?" (failed joke crashed and burned so badly)

when he gets a nonverbal 'mhm' in an unusual tone, he takes it as a sign to order out some dinner and give both of you time to rest

he can sense to the least that your social battery is dead, or that its a bit overwhelming to talk right now, so he gets your favorite meal and slips into his more comfortable clothes

when the food gets there, he knocks once or twice before you let him in, and presents the food, asking if youd like to eat together or if you just wanna rest

he doesnt judge you for your answer, he understands your stressed and overwhelming you wont help, he just wants to see that youre cared for

if you say youd like to be with him, he'll bring up a chair and set on some quiet music you two like and would just rest in your presence after a long day, occasionally rubbing your hand if its alright with you

if you say no he gets that too, he knows that heightened sensory sensitivities arent easy to handle, and he doesnt want to make you feel like you have to mask around him to make him feel happy, so he'll put down your food and a drink and leave you be

he is completely understanding of your decisions during a burnout, and judt wants to do his best to comfort you because he genuinely cares about you

he'll make sure your next dates are lowkey, so that you dont have to mask, and so that there isnt extra stress put onto you

will bring you some extra little things he thinks youd like, leaving them around the house for you to find, trying to boost your mood

gives you little reassurances here and there, taking the form of little phrases and physical comfort

"Got this for you, just something small that stood out."

does everything in his ability to help you, hes decently educated on the topic and the symptoms, so he tries to aid you in recovering from it

#saw #slasher #saw franchise #lawrence gordon x reader #lawrence gordon #i missed you cassette anon so hsppy to see youu!!!!#sawposting #lawrence gordon x you #slasher x reader #hes not technically a slasher but yk

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doomh3ad · 2 years

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eeeee so excited to have found a saw fan! may i request lawrence, adam, and amanda with an s/o who wants to ride their thigh? (please and thank you!)

YEAAA omg another saw fan

s/o who wants to ride their thigh (including lawrence gordon, adam faulkner-stanheight, amanda young)

Lawrence Gordon

-this is his thing! he will BEG you to do this. as long as you get his good leg (sorry couldn't resist 😭). he'll pat his thigh, beckon you with a finger and tell you casually, "come on, then, dear."

-he almost enjoys it as much as you do. you can feel him getting hard with the slight brush as you ride his thigh, and as you reach your high so does he, kissing you as you soak his thigh completely.

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight

-super nervous about him somehow doing it wrong, but 100% willing. urges you to put your full weight on him, don't be shy. he'll encourage you with soft strokes on your hips and a hold on your waist, steadying you.

-after you're done, you prepare to satisfy him when his hold tightens. "do it again. please," he asks you, voice hoarse with desperation, and it appears that you've both found a new kink.

Amanda Young

-anytime, all the time, and she'll be happy if she can do the same to you but she's too shy to ask. she's not shy at all about telling you to climb into her lap and sit, though, she's all too cocky about it.

-amanda would literally let you ride her thigh all day, quietly praising you as you come again and again, she's just happy it's with her. no one else can make you feel quite like she does.

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latenightsundayblues · 6 months

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Just remembered that one picture of Leigh standing next to Cary lmfao

Adam wants to get down for the sake of his dignity, and totally not because being hoisted up kinda freaks him out a little

#in case youre wondering yes this was originally based off that one image of a gigantic woman holding a smaller one against a wall #the copypasted SOAD self titled hand on the shirt is so fucking funny to me please dont pay it any mind #call him kitty the way you can hold him up by the scruff of his neck to stop him from engaging in any shenanigans #genuinely cant tell whether leigh whannell is extremely small or cary elwes is freakishly tall #saw #saw franchise #saw movies #saw fanart #saw lawrence #lawrence gordon #saw adam #adam stanheight #adam faulkner #adam faulkner stanheight #chainshipping #lawrence x adam #adam x lawrence #latenightsundayblues art tag

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zer0point5ive · 7 months

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lawrence sitting at his desk, swivelling on his chair and talking on the phone. john, i told you there’s no such thing as- john will you just listen to me there’s- sorry, give me a minute i need to take something, my leg- yes it’s still hurting, cutting your foot off will do that especially without proper medical treatment .. well you could’ve at least given me something that wasn’t a rusty hacksaw, jesus christ .. yes i know .. i am grateful .. anyway, as i was saying there’s no- yes i know what that pederson lady said but just- you know what? go. it sounds great. hope you have fun

#one thing about dr lawrence gordon md is that he cant catch a break #staring at his certificates on the wall. am i a fucking joke to you john #i know he wishes hed stayed in that bathroom. poor guy #lawrence i am too gay and too sad to deal with this right now gordon #saw x #lawrence gordon #saw x spoilers #except everyone knows this from the trailer surely. ill still put it anyway #📹

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i-hear-a-sound · 6 months

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saw stills that .

#yeah I think you get the point #saw #saw 2004 #saw iii #saw x #saw films #saw franchise #amanda young #john kramer #saw 3D #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #dr lawrence gordon #lynn denlon #chainshipping #shotgunshipping #lynnmanda #these movies make me want to bash my head into a wall. it’s not that deep I say with tears running down my cheeks and big sparkly eyeballs

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promitto-amor · 6 months

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How lucky you are to have me

Pairing: Mark Hoffman X You

Summary: You save Hoffman from the bathroom and he is eager to make up for lost time.

Warning: SMUT! Swearing (Hoffman says fuck alot, it's canon), gore/death references.

Alrighty it was about time I wrote a smutty Hoffman fix while I'm still in my Saw era. And I get to write my own little 'Hoffman escapes the Bathroom', because we all know it's happening! Enjoy kittens.

You could hear his screams from down the dank corridor. They sounded hoarse, no doubt from the wildfire rage that often consumed him these days. Your footsteps echoed loudly, at every corner you thought someone may jump out and apprehend you, but the route was void of all life. All that remained was darkness and a trail of dried blood.

You press your palms against the industrial door and give it a push. It doesn’t move an inch. The Doctor had been certain that there would be no escape.

The screams from inside stop as you slot a hairpin into the lock and after a couple tries you hear that telltale click. You heave the door open only to recoil at the stench of decayed flesh and death that greets you.

Shoving your sleeve in front of your nose, you walk into a nightmare. It’s dark enough that only outlines are visible, a line of cracked mirrors, a toilet, pipes, skeletons. Fishing in your coat pocket, you shine your torch around the bathroom and it lands on a skeletal foot. You almost drop it in your haste to move away, as you venture deeper into the bathroom. Goosebumps arise on your forearms at the disconcerting sound of a chain slithering through the dark.

“Took you long enough.”

You run your torch up bare feet and a shackled ankle, continuing upwards. Mark Hoffman flinches as your torch hits his face and you lower it to his chest, “I had to be sure they’d all left.” You return, taking a glance over your shoulder. “I’m taking a colossal risk myself.”

“Then get me out quick.” He hisses, dropping his eyes to the shackle.

“What happened to your grand plan?”

Hoffman holds up a key, “New shackle. No fucking keyhole.”

You make a sympathetic noise which deepens Hoffman’s scowl, “How lucky you are to have me.”

You drop your backpack beside him and root around inside. Hoffman watches your every move. You hand him the torch, “Shine this in the bag, will you?” He does as asked, “What did you bring?”

“I wasn’t sure what I’d be facing.” You take out an angle grinder and a grin winds onto Hoffman’s face. You switch it on and the sound of the churning saw blade sounds far too loud. You glance up at Hoffman, “If I cut you, it isn’t intentional.”

Hoffman looks like he has half a mind to yank the angle grinder out of your hands, but instead he swallows and takes a measured breath, “Just do it.” You lower the saw blade and almost miss his last few words, “I trust you.”

Steeling yourself, you align the circular saw blade with the steel and keeping a firm grip, start slicing through the shackle. There’s already chaffing around his ankle, no doubt from Hoffman’s attempts to free himself in the hours before you arrived. You hardly breathe as the blade works through and then you pull the saw blade back when there is only the smallest join of steel left hanging together. “Maybe I should have just cut the chain and we deal with the shackle later?”

Hoffman seizes the shackle and gives it a brutal tug. The shackle snaps and you wonder whether it was weakness in the metal from how much you’d sawed through, or Hoffman’s adrenaline-fuelled force that gave him his freedom. You switch off the angle grinder and shove it back in your backpack as Hoffman stands. He throws the chain away from him and then he’s towering above you. His broadness always throws you off-kilter, no matter how many times you stand before him. The circle of light from the torch jumps around the bathroom as Hoffman takes a step closer. He seizes you by the back of your neck and crushes his lips to yours. You can’t move, not with the death grip he has on you. You had no chance to breathe before it happens, leaving you to make a pathetic noise for Hoffman to release you. You disconnect with a gasp and take a deep breath before yanking him in by his jacket for a second kiss. Your hands grip onto him for dear life as Hoffman secures his own round your waist.

This time he’s the one to break the moment, “Let’s get out of this shithole.”

You’re more than eager to leave the foul bathroom behind. You can’t imagine Hoffman stuck in there slowly wasting away. A man so powerful and dangerous he brought an entire police precinct to the verge of extinction. You still don’t know if fear or admiration drives your lust for him. A heady combination of both pools inside you as you loop your arm in his and the two of you make your way back through the maze of corridors as fast as you can. “We should burn it to the fucking ground.” Hoffman says as you both emerge from the trapdoor.

“Enough fires for one day.” You say, leading the way to your car parked out front. “The Doctor got paged for surgery, but his lackey’s might come back.”

“Doubt it,” Hoffman returns as you open the car door for him. “He made sure I’d die in there. He just didn’t know about you.”

You take the driver’s seat as Hoffman slides in with a grunt. You lock the doors and glance over your shoulder as you reverse out, “If it were me, I’d stake out for two, three days. Knowing your survival rate, I’d make sure you were dead.”

There’s a beat of silence, “Then I’m glad it wasn’t you.” Hoffman returns, looking out the window.

You clamp down on a smile as you head back to your own apartment. Now and then you check in your mirrors that you aren’t being followed. Your house is roughly forty five minutes away from the Nerve Gas House, but the drive goes fast. Hoffman spends the time calculating. Occasionally his eyes slip over to you and you meet his gaze. He’s just as impatient as you.

When you finally enter familiar streets, you speak up, “I was thinking Chicago.” You prompt, “Another city, lots of people to disappear in. Or Florida, no one asks questions there.”

“I don’t care where we go.” Hoffman returns, “So long as I can put Jigsaw behind me.”

You have to admit you’re relieved to hear it, “You promise that?”

Hoffman waits for you to meet his gaze. He nods, “I lost sight for a while,” He says, “But not again.” His gaze returns to the window, now streaked with rain. “I want out. He can have it all, it’s not fucking worth it.”

“It never was.”

You pull into the driveway and park, “Open the glove box.” You order and Hoffman smirks at what he finds. He holds the gun with such a practised hand, adopting a casually defensive walk as he scopes out the house. You walk in front with Hoffman backing you up, better the Detective wield the weapon than you. As soon as the door is open Hoffman is pushing you inside and slamming the door shut. He slides the lock in place as you shed your coat and hang it up. When you turn back round Hoffman’s hands are already preying at your waist. His lips descend to your neck and you let him have access to all of you.

His touch grows desperate, tugging at your shirt, “We should see to your ankle.” You say, but Hoffman silences you with his lips again.

“Later.” He commands and you let him press you into the wall besides the coat rack. You unzip his jacket and heave it off his broad shoulders, dropping it on the floor behind him. Hoffman pushes his body against you, you can feel him hard. You lift your arms obediently as your shirt is removed, which earns you a gruff, ‘good girl’ from the impatient Detective. Your hands descend to his jeans zipper as Hoffman’s hands roam over your shoulders, down to your back and then he’s got your bra dangling from one hand. He tosses it with his jacket, Hoffman’s lips travelling from your neck to your collarbone. A whine escapes you as he suckles there, adding to the bruises he left only days ago on your skin. Fuelled by your noises, Hoffman’s restraint snaps. With a couple tugs your trousers are by your ankles and Hoffman winds one of your legs around his waist.

His low groan brushes against your lips, “Bedroom.”

It isn’t a question, but you nod anyway and Hoffman throws you over his shoulder. The world tips upside down as a laugh escapes you. Any other time Hoffman might have slapped your ass, but tonight he’s all about urgency. The bedroom door thuds open and then you’re being dropped on the bed harsh enough that you bounce on impact. Hoffman tears his hoodie off and off with it comes the dark shirt underneath. You smirk at the sight before you, a shirtless ex-Detective, his chest heaving from the night’s ordeal. Your eyes drop to his full pecs and on catching where your stare has gone, Hoffman smirks when your eyes meet his again.

“The longer we leave that ankle the more likely it’ll get…”

Your words die when his jeans come off and in the blink of an eye, Hoffman has crawled on top of you. He pecks your lips, “Doll, shut the fuck up.” He leaves more kisses with each word, between your breasts, on your stomach and then just above where your panties rest. You suck in a breath of apprehension as Hoffman’s eyes shine with desire. He dips lower, parting your legs. You take a sharp intake of air as you feel his tongue lick a hot stripe over your clothed vagina.

“Oh wow,” Your hand rakes into Hoffman’s hair, “Please…”

You keep your eyes on the ceiling as Hoffman continues to lap at you. Tingles of pleasure spike through your system and your fingers tighten their hold. Gentle fingers slide your panties off, but you daren’t look at him. Hoffman delicately traces his tongue along your most sensitive area before close his mouth over your clit. Your back arches, sensations pinging in your synapses as he starts sucking at you. He chuckles darkly, “Always the same reaction,” He mouths, placing a kiss just above your centre and then his face is centimetres away from yours.

“Because it always feels so good.” You reason, stroking over his scarred cheek as you try to catch your breath. You feel him hard against your thigh as Hoffman lines up with your entrance, “Already?”

“Sorry sweetheart, I can’t wait.” He murmurs, already pushing in. Your hands find purchase on his shoulders and your mouth falls open. The sting of Hoffman’s cock stretching you intensifies everything. A couple tears leak out and Hoffman’s eyes widen, “Fuck.” His head falls to your neck and with a quick thrust you cry out as he sheathes himself fully inside you. It’s like you’ve flipped a switch, your glassy eyes and sheer vulnerability pushing Hoffman into a frenzy. His hips thrust hard against yours, eager to fill you with as much of him as you can take. The bed shunts against the wall as he fucks you hard enough that it’s better to rest your head on the pillow than try to meet his eyes again. You can hear his grunts of pleasure in your ear as Hoffman swells, a litany of filth spilling from his lips. “That’s it. Fucking take me. Gonna enjoy every second.”

“Please,” You’ve lost all coherency. All you can do is let him fuck you into the bad and take what he needs. Your hands fall to either side of you and Hoffman takes advantage of your submissiveness. His big hands take a wrist each as he uses the new leverage to bend one of your knees with his leg. The deeper penetration makes you jolt as your orgasm bursts fast and staggering enough that your brain feels like it’s melting.

“That’s it.” Hoffman continues, his voice strained as he too draws nearer his finish. “My beautiful fucking wife, always there when I need you.”

“Always,” You bleat as your husband cums deep inside you. His grunts turn to laboured breaths, as Hoffman sags and gives into his exhaustion. Your hands cradle his head as you hold him close. In the afterglow of your orgasm more tears prick at your eyes. Holding him now, treasuring the stroke of luck that was on your side, despite all of Hoffman’s careful planning. You could have lost him so easily. So many scenarios could have put you in that wretched bathroom alongside him.

When your clarity returns, Hoffman is slowly pulling out and rolling onto the space beside you. You curl over so you can settle in his arms, like every night. His fingers play absently with the closest strands of hair he can find, “I mean it.” He murmurs, “I’m done. Tomorrow we’re getting out of the state, laying low.”

“How are we gonna do that?” You ask, “You’re the most wanted man in the country and me by association.”

“I know someone.” Hoffman says, placing another kiss to your forehead. “Ex-military, Iraq. He has connections and owes me for keeping quiet.”

You can’t help a sigh, but it is for the best, “So long as you put the games behind you, that’s all I ask for.”

“You and me.” He nods, “Like before, like it should have been always.” Your eyes get heavy and Hoffman drapes the blanket you both keep on the end of the bed over you both. You look up at your husband, but Hoffman is lost in thought. After a couple minutes he looks down at you, “Perhaps I can cut a deal.”

“You’d have to have something huge to barter with.”

Hoffman smirks, “I reckon I could work something out. There’s a Doctor and his little Pigheads I’m sure they’d love to hear about.”

#mark hoffman #mark hoffman saw #saw franchise #mark hoffman x reader #mark hoffman x you #detective hoffman #doctor gordon #lawrence gordon #saw bathroom #mark hoffman smut

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faultlessheart · 6 months

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#saw this tweet on here and it just seemed like something manda would say so here you go #amanda young #shawnee smith #saw #saw franchise #saw x #saw movies #saw 2 #saw 2004 #mark hoffman #adam stanheight #costas mandylor #lawrence gordon #peter strahm

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fantasynsuch · 5 months

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Adam Stanheight SFW + NSFW headcanons

REQUESTS FOR SAW OPEN!

2.3k words

Sfw

How you meet!

you two meet probably in the hallway of your crappy apartment complex.

you run into him from the corner, he had his headphones in and was listening to it on full volume, and you were running late for work

crashing head first into neighbor? you dick he probably thinks to himself as he realizes he just ran into his neighbor.

he'd seen you around before: mostly rushing to whatever crappy retail job of the month you had

he had thought you were really beautiful, but he was a coward at heart, so never did anything about it

this time he didn't have the choice to not interact with you: well, without looking like a dick

"I am SO sorry. I'm such a dumbass." He rushes out before he can think

Youre still kinda in a little bit of shock, so you just look up at this incredibly handsome man who just face planted into you for a long while

he thinks your silence is you rejecting his apologies and he quietly apologizes and runs off

but you just were so enamored by him that you couldn't say anything

at work all you can think about is how you didn't accept his apologies and probably made him feel horrible

you were determined to make things right so after work you grab a couple packs of the smokes you always saw him with from the store and rush to his apartment

you timidly knock on his door and wait with bated breath

he sees you through the peephole and momentarily considers not answering it

but he sees the bag you have in your hand and is curious

he opens it, fully expecting to be yelled at for running into you

but all that happens is you raise the bag up quickly and say "i'm so sorry i didn't say anything, i feel so bad. i just was in shock because you're s-" you stop and say nothing after realizing your rambling

he looks in the bag and notices the smokes

you smile at him shyly

and that starts a beautiful relation

how you are as friends

you stay over ALOT

he tends to not eat the best so you make him alot of dinners and lunches to make sure he's eating regularly

his work as a professional stalker keeps him up at odd hours so those pre made meals are rlly a life saver

buying each other candy and snacks alot

when the other was having a rough month fiancially, you would try to pick up the slack andhelp them

that means buying the other small groceries and items to get them through till the next check

you stay over sm the other has toiletries like tooth brushes n soap at the others place

going to parties together but only talking to one another bc ur both not super extroverted

you just go for the free alcohol

speaking of which,,, taking care of each other when the other is drunk

he holds ur hair when ur sick in the toilet,

you rub his back when he's sick

when the other is actually ill as in cold or the flu, bringing each other soup n montioring each others temp

making sure the other takes their meds to get better

inevitably the other gets sick with the same thing, but it just ends up the same way with the other taking care of u

leaving notes in his mail slot when he's busy, and since its 2004, no fast messaging so "coming over at 5!! xoxo" in his mail slot

he lives kinda like a typical man with basically only a chair and essentials , bare ass living room

taking him to the thrift store to get like a decent couch n maybe an arm chair

helping him expand his wardrope to something beyond crappy second hand flannel n white shirt (preferably without blood on it)

helping him get through his trauma over the trap

you cant exactly help him get over it, but ur there when he has bad moments

holding him while he sobs in ur lap

just stroking his hair n reminding him hes here n not at the god awful bathroom

it really calms him down and reminds him he is present in this moment, not that one

he sometimes gets insecure about his scar on his shoulder and tries to hid it but you remind him that he shouldnt be embarassed for being strong enough to survive

helping him get back into normal non stalkery photographer- his need to make money to live kinda outweighed his desire to just take pics of birds

speaking of which: he def loves nature photography

he lives in new jersey, so its rare he gets to do that, but its a nice treat

road trips with him n he spends the whole time as a passenger princess asking you to stop n take pics of a dead tree that has a rlllly nice backdrop

ur crappy car probably breaks down once or twice but its part of the adventure

In a relationship

kisses. lot of f'ing kisses

neck kisses, forehead kisses, navel kisses. any types!

probably is the little spoon lbr

follows ur lead for the most part

want to go to the theatre? it may take out half his money but he WILL pay for the date

probably gets u sweet treats alot n writes a little note that says "love you babe!"

he def clings to you everywhere u go

got to go to the kitche? catch him hugging u from behind n not letting go

can't fall asleep without each other anymore

he used to have a twin sized mattress but he decided to buy a full after u moved intogether

speaking of which, he definitely moved into your apartment

you have a two bedroom n that allows him to have a red room for his photography and a bedroom

he probably only had a redroom and slept on the couch at his apartment tbh

typical man

very clean n likes to take showers with you

his fav thing is his hair being washed by you

the scraping on his scalp is incredibily grounding

he loves washing you as well, and not in a sexual way.

theres something so domestic about cleaning each other that he loves.

ultimately i think his interactions with cheating rich men has spoiled a bit of his view of marriage, but with you he really can see himself settling down and being a forever thing. beyond everything, he trusts you

he craves domesticity so he will enjoy providing for you and helping with the house

loves to cook, his mom probably taught him

doesn't really have a jealousy problem, though he can get jealous from time to time

very rare, but if he does, there might actually be a substantiated reason

doesn't want kids atm, as he can barely support himself and you.

waiting up for you to get home no matter how tired he is

wants to make sure you're home safe

rlly co dependent directly following the trap. can't be in the bathroom by myself, it reminds him too much of the trap. he needs you to be in the room with you while you speak to him through the curtain, or even better, being in the shower with you.

needs constant reassurance he isnt a burden on you

he feels like you don't deserve to be with a man who has so many problems

you tell him constantly that you will be there no matter what

holding hands just to remind him of your presence.

calms him down alot more than you expect

if you happen to be late getting home from work, he may partially freak out: thinking you left him finally

you'll find him sobbing on the couch curled in on himself

he's so vulnerable after lawrence left him there

he doesn't know that lawrence didn't break his promise intentionally so he holds alot of resentment for him

kissing his cheeks and telling him you'll never leave

onto more happy things:

MOVIE NIGHTS!!! you religiously watch movies together and spend most of the time talking about the stupidity of the characters or something.

never meeting his parents bc he's not on good terms with them

LOVES THAT YOURE ABOUT HIS HEIGHT, he's not a tall man and has never been insecure about his height, but the fact he's eye level with you makes it extremely intimate in his opinion

or if you're taller than him, his man brain goes ooga booga and thinks "tall woman/man" and all bets are off

NSFW

okay, to go ahead and put this glaringly obvious thing out there: HE HAS A THING FOR BEING A SUB!!!

He needs you to take control and tell him what to do

grab him by his hair and shove him in between your legs? yes ma'am

ask him to kneel and eat you out on a hardwood floor? done

he absolutely would do anything for you

he needs reassurance what he's doing is good: and rest assured, it is

he probably is a bit messy, and not very controlled

sloppy licks and desperate sucks are common

same thing for when he's inside you

ragged thrusts and a desperate pace

hes probably desperate bc you havent let him cum the whole session

his cock is probably a bit under average length wise, but good god is his girth something to marvel at

everytime he takes you he stretches you

very skinny man, and once you get your claws into him, he probably gains weight which gives him a cute bit of chub that you love to grab onto while he's thrusting into your hole haphazardly.

its almost like a leash

he absolutely needs direction the first couple times, hes so nervous he's shaking

you ask if he wants to keep going and he nods quickly n says theres nothing he's ever wanted more, but assuming this is following the trap, he absolutely needs someone to tell him what to do

could definitely get off from watching you cum (it's def happened before, his poor red cock hadn't been touched all night beyond the grinding on the bed he's hidden from you while eating you out and seeing your intense pleasure just,, he couldn't hold on anymore)

probably circumcised with a tasteful amount of hair, enough to be cute but not enough to be annoying

his nipples are probably so sensitive and he doesnt even know it, he's never thought to play with them

the first time you brush them he gasps and leaks precum

from then on they become a regular part of your routine when playing with him

PLEASE CALL HIM A GOOD BOY!!!

the first time you do, his head is thrown back in ecstasy from your mouth on his cock, and when you pull up, you tell him to look at you while still stroking his cock, and you say "youre my good boy. cum for me my baby boy."

he immediately cums and is embarrassed for weeks, even with your reassurance that it was the hottest thing you've ever seen

speaking of head, he loves getting it but he absolutely enjoys giving it more

theres something so sexy about being able to lick you to completion

when he gets head, he's so lost in his own pleasure that he forgets to breathe and when he remembers, he takes deep breaths

is so in love with your body

he thinks your the hottest person he's ever seen

would probably want to call you mistress or momma. i dont make the rules

RIDE HIM RN

he loves when you're on top, it makes him feel so helpless

alright so: he definitely wants you to peg him

grip his hands and place them above his head, and shove his head into the mattress

anything

his fav position is with his ass up in the air with his head shoved in a pillow and his cock hanging pitifully untouched. shove your strap into his ass while he begs you to make him cum

grab his face and kiss him while he wails out from the pleasure

shove your tongue down his throat,,, something!!

IN THE ODD OCCASION HE IS FEELING DOMINANT!!

rare

but it happens

he isn't some hard dom who leaves you bruised up

he will take care of you just like he does when he's subbing, but he won't let you order him around

grabs your neck and just holds. not enough to prevent you breathing, but enough for you to know its there

still sloppy either way

with him, aftercare is a must

thing is: you can't leave him alone after he's finished subbing, as it sparks some trigger that brings him back to the bathroom, where, in his mind, lawrence left him to die

you have to take him with you

you found out after he cries out and practically tackles you begging you to not leave and to stay with him and to not abandon him

its alot of rambling, but once you get him to calm down, he is pretty embarrassed, but you understand

you tell him to get up and hold his hand, or hug, while walking to the bathroom

wiping a rag on his oversensitive cock to clean it and seeing his face scrunch up is ur fav thing

you might make him eat his cum out of you to clean you up, but it just depends on how he feels. and it might start up a whole nother round so its a gamble

he probably doesn't fall asleep immediately afterward, and will stay there stroking your hair while you sleep to remind himself you're there, you aren't leaving and you love him

LOTS OF LOVE YOU'S DURING AND AFTER!!

something about you telling him you love him does something: it might be from him feeling useless and like a burden

when he finally sleeps, he's the little spoon and he whispers a quick,"thank you"before nodding off

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS!!! I LOVE ADAM AND SAW AND AND pLS REQUEST SOMETHING!!

#adam faulkner stanheight #adam stanheight angst #adam stanheight fanart #adam stanheight imagine #saw fanfic #adam stanheight x reader #adam stanheight x you #saw x reader #dr lawrence gordon #saw #adam faulkner x reader #adam saw #adam stanheight #adam faulkner

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barnabybugspeopleonline · 6 months

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i haven't even seen saw x yet but my headcanon is that, since it takes place basically right after saw 1, and since mark wasn't invited to the great grandpa gets scammed incident of 2004, that means that he was the one stuck taking care of lawrence after the latters trap.

this situation would spawn the worst, bitchiest, cattiest gay drama known to man and this is the real reason lawrence locks mark in the bathroom at the end of saw 3d. i swear.

#barnaby bugs people online #saw #saw x #lawrence gordon #mark hoffman #mark: why are you still blonde. at your age. grow up.#to clarify no i dont care about logan

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 1 year

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Comforting Them When They Have A Nightmare

mentioned: lawrence gordon, bo sinclair, brahms heelshire

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of stalking

a/n: now that i've literally watched the entire saw franchise in the space of four days i had to include lawrence cos i just love him so much :(( also, expect a full length oneshot of this for him in a few days :)

Lawrence Gordon

You knew he was having a nightmare when you heard quiet murmering beside you, and when you listened a little more closely, you realised he was saying a name, immediately alerting you to where he was currently at.

It took him years to finally tell you what had happened to him, and you were horrifed when he told you. The nightmares seemed to be a frequent occurrence, which you realised once he finally allowed you to sleep in the same room as him.

You weren't sure if you should wake him, it wasn't like it would change anything, but the choice seemed to be out of your hands when he suddenly shot up in bed, chest heaving and eyes wide as he frantically looked around the room.

That was when you finally reached for him, sitting up as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, keeping your voice quiet as you spoke to him.

"Hey, you're okay, you're here." You tried to assure him, tears brimming in your eyes as you held him. "He can't hurt you anymore, okay?"

Although the nightmares were a regular occurrence, it still hurt to see him like this, in so much pain after so many years. You didn't understand it, and you probably never would, because how could anyone ever begin to imagine what that was like. You just wanted to know how to help him.

After a few more moments of silence, he finally reached out and pulled the covers back, revealing his stump, the permanent reminder of his ordeal, of the things that he lost that day.

He told you about Adam, about what had happened, how he was never able to go back for him. And despite you reassuring him that it wasn't his fault, you knew he still carried that guilt with him every day, you could see it in his eyes, you could hear it in the way he called out his name when he struggled in his sleep. And it was truly heartbreaking.

When he finally turned to you, you offered him a weak smile, before moving to rest your hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" You asked him. You knew it was a stupid question, but you asked him anyway, just to let him know you were here, if he wasn't okay.

"I'm fine." He simply muttered, before pulling the covers back over his legs and laying down.

You did the same, keeping a small distance between you both, but still reaching out to gently grip his hand. And you remained like that until he finally drifted back to sleep.

Bo Sinclair

It was rare that Bo ever let you sleep beside him, forcing you to sleep on the couch for the first few months of your relationship. But when he did finally let you sleep with him, it wasn't long before you discovered he had nightmares.

You weren't sure what they were about, considering he never got too personal with you, but you could clearly see he was suffering. He'd be kicking and yelling in his sleep, once he even managed to punch you in the back, which was what led you to wake him up.

It only took one tap on his shoulder for him to jerk awake, an immediate scowl on his face as he cursed at you under his breath.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" He spat, sitting up slightly.

"You punched me in the back." You simply stated, earning a quiet scoff from Bo.

"Probably 'cuz you're an asshole who don't let nobody sleep."

"You never told me you had nightmares."

He just shrugged, the discomfort evident on his face as he turned away from you. "I don't."

"Okay, fine." You said, laying back down. There was no point arguing with him, he'd never admit to having nightmares anyway.

"What're you doing?" He asked, awkwardly laying back down next to you.

"I'm going back to sleep. I'm not arguing with you at this hour."

Bo didn't say anything in response and simply turned over, his back to you as he attempted to go back to sleep.

After a moment, you shifted closer to him in the bed, lazily slinging an arm over him as you snuggled into his back. This was your way of offering him some comfort. There was no way he'd willingly cuddle with you, and there was no chance in hell that he'd want to talk about it with you.

So instead, you chose to simply shift closer to him, pressing your cheek into his back as you drifted back to sleep. And Bo was grateful for the contact, although he would never openly admit that.

Brahms Heelshire

You and Brahms were rarely ever in the same room at the same time. He would spend most of his time in the walls, watching as you went around the house, completing your daily routines.

But one night, you were awoken to him standing in your bedroom doorway. He wasn't just watching you like he usually did, it was like he was waiting to get your attention.

"You okay Brahms?" You asked, squinting at him through the dark.

He didn't respond, simply choosing to remain where he stood.

"You wanna sleep in here tonight?" You offered, assuming that was probably what he wanted. Why else would he be waiting in your doorway right now?

He gave you a small nod before slowly approaching the bed, climbing in next to you as you turned to face him.

"What's wrong Brahms?" You asked again, reaching out to ghost your fingers over his mask.

After a moment of silence, you finally heard his muffled voice behind the porcelain. "Bad dream."

You simply nodded in response, offering him a quiet 'okay' before opening your arms for him, his head immediately coming to rest on your chest. Brahms wasn't much of a talker, but you knew him well enough by now to know that this would likely help in some way.

You were slightly uncomfortable with his mask digging into your chest, but you didn't mind. You were just glad he'd come to you. You couldn't bare the thought of him sleeping alone tonight if he'd had a nightmare.

He'd been alone for a large portion of his life, his parents confining him to the walls instead of actually trying to help him, and you were determined to make sure he knew he was never going to be alone again, that he was loved.

You hoped he felt loved now, as you gently stroked his hair, his arms secure around your waist as you both laid there, waiting for sleep to finally take you.

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moft-man · 28 days

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Hello Saw Fandom/Horror Movie loving folks!!!

ive posted these in the past, but for reference-

I paint horror movie characters and scenes in blood!

I have a few of these size canvases left, and would LOVE some suggestions for new paintings. any horror movies are welcome, seriously! (I'll add any i haven't seen to my watch list lol)

but!! ask box is open, so feel free, I need inspo!!!

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ivanzplaid · 11 months

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hiii i just read a bunch of your lawrence gordon hcs and i love them <3 could i please rq a fic with him and a gender neutral reader? something along the lines of lawrence getting jealous maybe and being overprotective over the reader? thank you so much!

YESSSS OH MY GKD LAWRENCE GORDON LOVERS HI

im back from my.... undefined hiatus and was looking thru my inbox and OF COURSE OMG, im feeling verh cary elwes and this is just soing it for me rn so of course of course i love myself some jealous lawrence

also because if my months long hiatus my writinf feels so weird so im literally so sorry if this is shit😭

requests r open, masterlist is up :)

Jealous Lawrence Gordon x Gn! Reader | Look At Me | Short Fic

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The relaxed atmosphere of the hospital's annual Christmas party was to Lawrence's liking. He couldn't stand over-the-top encounters, especially when he had to bring you along with his coworkers. He felt consumed by his work at times, and while you'd think that having the peacemaker of his life with him would soothe his nerves, his coworkers bashed this thought by being a little too comfortable.

"Oh Larry, you gotta bring this beaut around more often. We're always in need of someone new. Especially someone as gated as you are. What's your name?"

Your face contorted to a small laugh, it wasn't often that people were as interest in you than Lawrence. The feeling of blood rushing to your cheeks was inevitable as the flattery continued, and it seemed the focus of a handful of workers went to you.

"Need a drink? I'd always be happy to go and..-"

"That's enough. We're doing just fine without your services, Doctor Marsh."

Lawrence's voice was stern, matching the hand that had over time been creeping around your waist. Silently, yet clearly setting the message that he wasn't amused. Yet when you peered to his face, there was a strained smile, making an effort to keep his cool for you.

His eyes met yours, signaling to you that if you said a word to them, he'd set up repercussions he felt necessary.

You tilted your head to his ear, gently trying to calm his down as you whispered,

"Thanks baby.. Wanna go ahead to the car? We've been here for a while already, its late too y'know."

A small breathe was let out, but the rough hand on your waist only seemed to guide you out of the building, making no change to its hold. You could feel Lawrence's finger pads circling your side, grounding himself with your presence.

As you made it to the car, the stillness of the air prompted you to look up, meeting his eyes whom were already on you. There was an undetected expression on Lawrence's face, he was hiding something from you.

"If they- or anyone treats you that way again, talk to me."

An awkwardly hidden smile crept on your face. Your Lawrence was jealous.

He hates displaying a ton of affection in public, especially infront of his coworkers. He hates acting like a teenage couple. But he hates seeing others pander to whats his the most. Its only natural that he takes initiative, and shows them (and you) who you're with, and who you belong to at a moments notice.

"Of course, you'll never have to worry about that, honey."

#slasher #lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x reader #saw 3d #sawposting #lawrence gordon x gn reader #my babygirl #husband #real #saw #saw franchise #dr lawrence gordon #lawrence gordon x you #jealousy #protective

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