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reader who has a squirting strap on and fills Ryland up because he wants you to and likes it when it spills out of him?
NEED to peg Ryland so good he gets all fucked out and can’t think straight and starts begging me to get him pregnant 🙂↕️
we all say crazy things mid sex. he’s no different. 18+. Afab!reader x Ryland Grace. pegging.
Ryland Grace, forty year old doctorate of biology and your son’s science teacher is, for lack of a better term, bouncing on it.
i hope this doesn’t come across as rude, but will you still be writing for benito? your ryan gosling fics brought me here but when i saw you wrote for benito i had to follow and read all of your works! if not that’s perfectly okay, i love anything you post <333
Not rude at all!! <3 I kinda have hyperfixations that come and go so I can’t promise that I’ll write for him again soon BUT who knows maybe I’ll become obsessed again lol and you’re so sweet omg thank you! Glad you’re enjoying my writing 🥹🩷
Inspired by this anon + @avocado-writing in this post!!! If you like this post you gotta check that one out because oh my god it opened my third eye and I just couldn’t resist having my own spin on it!
This is just… freak nasty with hints of dumbification + Ryland asks you to put a baby in him while you peg him
Ryan Gosling as Ryland Grace in Project Hail Mary (2026) dir. Phil Lord & Chris Miller.
Tried writing THREE (3) fics about Ryland for weeks now but I keep coming back to writing a new long fic with Lars
LARS X READER A reader obsessed with his body. A section of innocent kisses that quickly turned passionate, but I don't mean passionate in the sense of penetrative sex, more like a body worship. Fondling his torso under his sweater, alternating between taking handfuls of fat from his belly and caressing it, holding those soft thighs and simply adoring them, wanting to kiss every mole, but unable to pull their lips away from each other, even speaking against each other's lips, sounding muffled and almost unintelligible. Lars, not being good at taking compliments, making him all shy and uncomfortable, trying to silence us with more kisses. GRRRR THIS KEEP ME UP AT NIGHT
Yes yes yes!!! Shy chubby Lars would be the death of me I swear to god 😖😖😖
Can you imagine him getting dressed and he’s only wearing boxers that are so tight on his skin because of his thick thighs and his stomach is slightly spilling over the waistband good lord……………
Driver, oral fixation, praise kink; go! /lh
no, but like, think about it,, give him something to suck on and tell him how good of a job he’s doing
-🪱[ur getting this bc i refuse to connect my main /lh]
Hehe… ask and I shall receive requests. Driver, my oral fixation, both kinky and not, king. I’ve also once again went crazy when this was planned in my head to be short…. Yay. This one like seriously got away from me lmao.
Driver was… not having a good night. Work that day had been nothing but aggravating for him, it was one thing after another in the shop. Shannon was fine luckily, but everything mechanically wasn’t working for him, and then the fruit he had set out for lunch wasn’t any good when he bit into it and so he tossed it.
After lunch a man had come in and did nothing but bitch at Shannon, and then Driver for not doing something to his car he had specifically requested they not do.
Shannon and him did nothing but wait for this son of a bitch to get out of shop before marking his name down as “never work for again”.
So yeah, mechanically work was a challenge and so were the people by the end of the day. Shannon and him were both ready to leave by the time it was 4 p.m., and Shannon waved him home right on the dot, and so Driver left quickly.
The drive back to the apartment was quiet, he was still tense from work, from nothing working all day. Nothing he could do anything about it. It frustrated him to no end when shit like that happened.
When he rolled into the garage, he sat in his car a moment longer just slumped against the seat before pulling the door open and locking it behind him as he made his way to the elevator.
He had planned on getting something in him to eat, and then maybe crashing in bed to hopefully sleep a few hours.
That changed when he saw you walking to the elevator right next to him.
He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, but kept his head down and his hands in his pockets as you came closer to the elevator and him.
He called the elevator done as you stood just in back and to the right of him. You were quiet today too it seems, not even a usual greeting like you two usually did.
It would seem you also wanted a quiet night like him.
At least that’s what he thought before you suddenly spoke as the elevator doors opened.
“You hungry?” You asked without looking at him, just walking into the elevator and pressing the button for your floor.
Driver blinked at you a moment, genuinely wondering if you were asking someone else before he caught your eye and saw that you were asking him legitimately.
He stepped into the elevator beside you, not bothering to the look at the buttons as you both lived on the same floor.
“Yeah,” was his reply. It came out quieter than he intended, but he was tired and he realized that it was showing too much.
“I’ll feed you. Got plenty of left overs from yesterday.” You broke his internal debate over whether or not he should show his tiredness around you with your reply. It was polite of you to ask him if he was hungry, but you were more forward than he thought you’d be with actually feeding him.
“Okay.” He nodded and took his hands out of his jacket, starting to fidget with his fingers as the elevator doors once again opened on your floor.
He let you step out first and then stuck close behind you as you walked to your apartment.
His was just a few doors down on the opposite side, but he didn’t even bother looking at it. With you, he might stick around for a while. But who knows, maybe you didn’t want the company… and god forbid he bothered you.
You unlocked the door to the apartment and let him walk in first, a motion that surprised Driver but he walked in after a moment’s hesitation.
Your space was clean, decorated and lived in. It was completely unlike his own, which sat desolate and empty without him in it.
You closed the door behind you, shrugged off your jacket and hung it up before walking past him to the kitchen.
Driver looked at the living room a moment before following you into the kitchen. He figured it better that you keep a line of sight on him… it wasn’t his home after all.
“Pasta okay with you?” You asked as you started pulling your leftovers from the fridge. You moved so easily in your home, Driver was almost envious of your affect.
When you turned to look at him, Driver just nodded to you before deciding to take his jacket off. He didn’t want to be rude, make it seem like he’d be running out the door at any moment, so he laid the satin jacket over the back of the chair he sat in.
You filled two plates, asking him how much was enough and he responded with a nod and hum when you showed him his plate.
You never questioned his quiet demeanor. Hell, after a long day you understood wanting to be quiet for a bit, so it made perfect sense to you why he was like this.
You threw his plate in the microwave first, just resting your back against the counter as the machine hummed.
You stood there until it went to beep, but you pulled it open before it could. Just too loud for right now.
You settled the plate in front of him, before quickly turning to grab him a fork and napkin.
Driver sat there silently as he looked down at his plate of food. He wanted to eat, but he also didn’t want to rush you either, so he decided that he’d wait to eat until you were eating.
Once you set his utensil and napkin down, you turned back towards your plate and the microwave, and threw your food in to warm.
You kept your back turned to him this time, just watching the clock tick down and your food turning on the plate of the microwave.
Once the microwave went to beep again, you opened the door and grabbed your food. You got yourself a fork and napkin before going over to the table and sitting in front of Driver.
You looked up from the table as you sat down, and saw him watching you. He still hadn’t eaten, even as the steam of the pasta was hitting his face.
“You coulda eaten, you know.” You said to him as you picked up your fork and began eating.
He took you being to eat as he queue to eat as well. He didn’t respond to what you said, just shrugged with one shoulder and then softly said, “thank you”.
You only nodded and smiled a little at him in response, before continuing to eat.
It was a nice silence between you two for the duration of the meal. Just the two of you eating and decompressing after a long day. It was peaceful.
Driver could feel his shoulders start to relax, not even realizing how damn tense he was all day until now.
You both finished scrapping up the last of your food around the same time, and before he could help, you grabbed the plate and fork out of his hand and went back into the kitchen.
Driver sat there, a little dumbfounded honestly, as he watched you put both plates and utensils in the dishwasher, and threw the napkins away.
You were… nice to him. Never asked any questions, just let him into your space without hesitation or suspicion. He didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. God only knows what he’s done, and so he shouldn’t be allowed to be in your space. But you let him in anyways.
“You okay?” You called from the other room. You had gotten a glance of his face, and it had looked far away and almost sad.
Driver snapped out of his head and blinked up at you. He nodded once before fidgeting with his hands on his knees, starting to roll his tongue over his teeth. He was getting nervous, but he wasn’t sure why.
You didn’t frighten him, you didn’t ask questions, you just fed him, so why is he nervous?
Driver reached back for his jacket and grabbed the container of toothpicks he kept in an inside pocket, before taking one out and nearly sighing in relief when he had it bitten down between his teeth.
You looked over at him from the kitchen, knowing from the way his shoulders had tensed up again without him noticing that he needed a minute.
After waiting a minute for him to relax at the table, you made your way over quietly, not wanting to startle him. Clearly something was up, but you weren’t sure how you could help.
Driver watched you sit back down, but not in the chair in front of him, no, you sat in the chair to his right.
He turned his head a little to look at you, still brushing his finger over his lips and the toothpick between his teeth. He was still trying to relax again, still not sure why he was tense.
He knew you wouldn’t do anything to him, not that he was sure you could do something to him even if you tried. You’d been nothing but good to him since you two met, so why the hell is he like this now?
You watched his expression for a moment, seeing his eyebrows furrowing more as time went on and his jaw clenching as he bit down harder of the toothpick. You could almost see how his tongue was moving around the wood, but you looked away from his mouth and towards his eyes.
You almost said something by accident from your surprise. His eyes were glassy. Why were they glassy? Dinner had been peaceful, right? You were okay, you didn’t think you had said anything that upset him, but he looked to be on the verge of tears right now.
You looked away from him a moment, trying to figure out a way to help without upsetting him more, make him run away.
“Wanna sit on the couch?” You suggested, and without looking at Driver, got up from the table and moved into the living room before taking a seat on the couch.
You figured the best way to get him to relax was to treat him like normal. Let him ease out of his shell again on his own, not poke at any sore spots.
Driver sat a moment too long at the table, and you thought you had fucked up, but then he stiffly stood and made his way over with one hand still wrapped the toothpick and the other clenched at his side.
He sat a little bit away from you, not close enough to touch, but close enough you could see how his jaw was fluttering and his eyes were flicking across the room.
You tried to pretend that everything was okay, throwing the TV on and letting the noise become something for him to relax to.
It took a bit, but after about 20 minutes, Driver’s shoulders had started to untense again and his posture wasn’t as stiff.
The toothpick was still firmly in place, but his hand had joined his other at his sides, and weren’t clenched anymore.
Okay, good. You thought, maybe now you could ask what was up…
As you were thinking of what to say, Driver spoke and surprised you with a small, hesitant “I’m sorry.”
You snapped your head over to look at him, baffled by the apology. “Why are you apologizing?” He had no reason to apologize, he just seemed to be having a panic attack and needed some help. Big deal.
“I… I just am.” He shrugged and couldn’t look at you as he said it.
You turned your body towards him on the couch, lowering the TV volume a bit before putting the remote on the coffee table.
“No… what’s up?” You asked after a moment of thinking. It might not be the right question to ask, but you needed to know. “Did I do something to upset you?”
It was his turn to look at you in surprise. “No, of course not.” He looked completely confused by that question, so you could assure yourself it wasn’t you that upset him.
You both looked at each other for a moment before Driver spoke first. “Just… you shouldn’t have to deal with this.” He shrugged as he said it, watching the TV but not absorbing anything.
You just looked at him, deal with this? “What does that mean?” You were getting worried about him, honestly. He looked so fragile now.
“You know.” He said like that made sense of anything. He still wasn’t looking at you, but now his hand was back up to his face and rolling the toothpick between his teeth again in self-soothing motions.
“No… I don’t think I do.” You said back softly. You didn’t want to sound mean, you just weren’t understanding where his head was at.
Driver finally looked at you, really looked, and saw that you were lost. “I’m… a lot to deal with.” He spoke like it was a confession, something that should’ve made you run.
Your jaw honestly may have dropped, but the only thing you could pay any attention to were his words and how hurt he looked.
“No, you’re not.” You said almost angrily. Why would he think that? Did someone tell him he was too much or something? “Did something happen?”
He shook his head no. You weren’t sure if you believed him, but let him think about his response. “It’s… I don’t know…” he sighed and then started again, “why be around me?”
“What?” You asked him. You almost sounded bitter. Now you were starting to get angry. Who put this stupid fucking idea in his head that you or anyone else didn’t enjoy his company?
He looked surprised by your tone, and he took the toothpick out of his mouth to lick his teeth and his bottom lip before putting the piece of wood back in his mouth. “Why be nice to me? You don’t know me.”
“I need to know you to be nice.” You didn’t sound like you were asking anymore, you sounded demanding, sounded angry now.
Driver just watched your expression turn almost brooding for a moment before nodding. “Yeah… why be nice if you don’t know someone, right?”
“That’s stupid.” You said as you shook your head. “I know you plenty. I like you enough to let you in my apartment, you always say please and thank you, you help me whenever you can, you grab the elevator door for me… I know you.” You rambled off just a few things about him that you liked and watched his expression. He looked more than surprised by your words, and a bashful blush started at his ears and started creeping down his cheeks.
“That’s just… what you do.” He said as he looked down at his lap. His foot started tapping the floor in a semi-consistent rhythm. “Doesn’t mean you know me.”
“Why do I need to know you to be nice?” You asked bluntly this time. You couldn’t wait anymore, something was bothering him, and you needed to know. “What’s happening right now in your head, hmm? What’s got you upset?”
The blush on his face was darker now, and he shrugged as he still looked down at his feet. The toothpicks as rolling faster between his teeth now. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “I don’t know… I’m just like this today.”
“That why you apologized earlier?” You asked, “because you didn’t feel ‘normal’ today?”
The way you asked him so softly to him made him look at you now. “You’re so nice to me.” He said like it was a bad thing. There was a pause before he continued, “I… I don’t know. Don’t feel good, I guess.”
You tilted your head at him, “Don’t feel good how?”
Driver looked at your eyes, then your lips, then your lap. “Anxious. Don’t know why.” He rushed the words out, he never spoke about how he felt, so he was really trying for you.
“Anything I can do?” You asked. “You know you can ask for you anything. I’ll help… You’re good, you know that, right?”
Driver almost bit through the toothpick when you said that. He’s good? “Umm…” he tried to start but stopped. “Can…”
“Can…?” You prompted him. “It’s okay, I don’t bite.” You joked with him, trying to get him to open up.
He looked at your hands a moment, and then your eyes. “Can I-” he broke off and sighed. He looked back down at his lap and clenched a hand over his toothpick. “Can I… can you umm…”
You moved closer to him on the couch. You knew it’d be difficult to ask for what he wanted, but this was worse than you imagined. “What can I do for you? Just ask.”
You were touching your leg with his now, and he couldn’t stop staring at where the two of you touched. It felt like electricity. It burned so nicely to him.
He breathed in deeply and rolled the toothpick with his tongue for a moment. “Can you tell me I’m good again?” His question came out rushed. Like he was preparing for rejection, already mapping out his exit and how he’d disappear off the face of the Earth.
“You’re very good.” You spoke so softly to him. He was still baffled by that. “You’re such a good person. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
He turned towards you in surprise. “You’d be fine without me.”
“No, I don’t think so. You make everything so much easier.” You nodded to yourself, “yeah… you’re so calm and kind, I really like that.”
Driver was stunned by your honesty. “Kind?” He whispered.
“Yeah, kind.” You said easily. “You’re kind, and smart… you’re great with cars, I love seeing you drive.” You figured the more honest you were, the more he’d relax.
“Oh.” Driver said back. He felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t know what else to say. His face felt hot and his jeans were getting tight.
He looked away from your face and down at his lap, and noticed the problem. Oh. He had to leave, god forbid he frightens you because of this.
You noticed him looking down, and weren’t entirely surprised by the effect your words had on his body. “You’re good.” You said again, just to see his face.
He looked back over at you, his face more red now. He was starting to panic: does he leave or does he stay? You were doing what he asked, but he didn’t expect himself to react this way.
You shift a little closer to him, and brought one hand up to his face slowly, giving him time to move away.
You laid your hand over his cheek. Your hand was soft on his skin, and his skin was red hot from his blush. “You’re very pretty, you know that?” You asked him honestly after tracing his features with your eyes.
Driver’s eyes widened and he looked down quickly, your hand still on his face. His jaw was clenched so tightly, that a small snap resounded in the room as his toothpick broke.
You reached up with your other hand and said, “open for me?” Driver didn’t think at all as he opened his mouth a little for you, feeling your fingers carefully pull the two pieces of the toothpick out of his mouth.
His heart was beating wildly by the time your hand left his mouth. You turned and let your other hand down from his face to put the toothpick on the coffee table.
“You okay with this?” You asked him, a look of concern and what could be love on your face. “You okay with me touching you?”
Driver couldn’t speak anymore, could barely breathe to be honest. He just nodded and exhaled sharply.
You knew that sometimes he couldn’t respond verbally, so you brought both hands back up to cradle his face.
“Very pretty… you have beautiful eyes too.” You said as you looked attentively at all of his features. His blush had receded for a moment just prior but returned full force now with your words.
He shook his head no.
“‘No’? You don’t think you’re pretty?” You asked him as you stroked your thumbs over his cheeks, just holding his face gently in your palms.
He let out a quiet “not pretty” as you traced his top lip with your thumb.
“Hmm… well I think you are. You should too.” You replied easily. Like he never said he wasn’t pretty to begin with.
Driver sat there quietly, rolling his tongue over his teeth, feeling your thumb over his top lip, how hot his face was, and how tight his jeans were now.
“Need something…?” You prompted. Your thumb probed at his lips again, you didn’t try to put your finger in his mouth, just let him see that it was okay to want that, that it was okay to ask.
Driver hummed, looked down at your wrists a moment, and then nodded up at you with glassy eyes.
Your thumb was gentle against his lips, and he parted them for you after looking bashfully down at his lap.
Your thumb went in his mouth easily, still so soft and tender. Driver hummed and almost let out a relieved sigh.
His jeans were becoming uncomfortable now, but he tried to ignore it for now. Your hands were so warm on his face, and the look you were giving him needed to be taken in for as long as possible.
You noticed his shoulders drop completely, and his head tipped back a bit on the backrest of the couch.
There was a bit of drool already hanging off of the corners of his lips. He looked beautiful like this.
You brought your other hand down and wiped away the drool with a “shh” to him when he went to move. “It’s okay, just drool.” You smiled at him, “feel better?”
Driver hummed and his eyelids fluttered. His hips jerked up a for second before he got control of himself.
He looked up at you apologetically. Funny how he was still apologizing… even with a thumb in his mouth and you nearly on top of him.
You looked down at his lap, seeing how strained his jeans were. “Want these off?” You asked him, keeping your thumb in his mouth and your other hand brushing his cheek with soft patterns.
Driver whined this time. It wasn’t a hum like he wanted it to be, it was a whine. He sounded needy.
“Okay.” You said with a smile, “gonna need my thumb for this, that okay?”
Driver was reluctant to let your thumb go, but opened his mouth for you to take your hand back.
You made quick work of his belt, rolling it up and placing it with a quiet clink on the coffee table. You took his zipper in your hands, looked up at him again and when he nodded, undid the zipper and let him sit for a second
Driver exhaled shakily, clenching and unclenching his left hand at his side in repeated motions. “Can…” he stopped and licked his lips. “Your hand?”
You looked down at his jeans a moment before looking at his face. He wanted your hand in his mouth more than he wanted your hand around his dick. Interesting.
“Of course.” You said and brought the same hand back up to his mouth. “Open for me.”
He complied without hesitation this time, grabbing your wrist this time to guide your hand the way he wanted.
You let him, he was holding onto you like a lifeline. Not tight, but with pressure. Grounding himself.
“Need more?” You asked him after he wrapped his lips around your thumb. “You can have my other fingers… I don’t mind.”
He looked up at you and his pupils were so dilated. He looked so peaceful like this.
“Open, I can give you my fingers instead, okay?” You told him.
Driver opened his mouth again, his tongue hanging out a second as your thumb left his lips. He nearly whined from losing your thumb for a second time before your pointer and middle fingers replaced it.
Driver’s eyes closed and he breathed in deeply when his lips closed are your fingers. Fuck, this was good. He felt good. He felt heavy… like he was dreaming.
Except then he did something he didn’t expect: he licked in between your fingers and around them… and then whined out loud to himself.
You sat there, nearly on his lap, stunned as you watched this normally quiet man lose himself to your fingers in his mouth. He looked so fucking good. “You sound so sweet,” you had to tell him.
His eyebrows furrowed at your words and he licked around your fingers again, his hips lifting and seeking friction for a moment before his pelvis dropped back down on the couch.
He let out a frustrated sigh, exhaling deeply as he began sucking on your fingers.
“There you go… do what you need.” You praised him with a small smile. “Take what you need.”
Driver tightened his grip on your wrist, it wasn’t painful, but he was starting to get worked up and it was showing.
He whined again as he sucked your pointer finger, and you pressed down onto his tongue. His eyes flickered from your wrist to your face, his pupils neatly blocking out his blue eyes.
“Look so good.” You whispered to him. “Be loud, it’s okay.” You nodded to him, “I like you anyway you are.”
His hips jerked up again and he whined. He sucked harder on your pointer finger, before deciding to lap at both fingers in his mouth. Fuck, you were so good to him.
“You’re drooling again.” You said with a small chuckle as you brought your other hand up to wipe away the spit.
His face reddened at your words and how gently you wiped at the corners of his mouth. His heart was pounding and his dick was leaking in his pants.
“You need my hand there too?” You motioned with your head to his dick.
Driver was quick to shake his head no, he wanted your hands on his face and in his mouth, he can deal with his dick on his own.
He knew he wouldn’t last long too, this was the most gentle anyone has ever treated him.
“Okay, whatever you need.” You smiled at him and traced the side of his face with one hand and pushed down on his tongue with the other.
The drool was beginning to cumulate at the sides of his mouth again, but this time you didn’t bother wiping it. “Messy boy” you commented almost inaudibly with a chuckle.
Driver hummed and nodded. Sucking harder on your fingers as he listened to your words.
“Oh? You like that.” You asked and licked your own lips. “You like being called that.”
Driver whined to you again, bringing his hand up from your wrist to your hand to put your ring finger in his mouth too.
“Messy boy, indeed… you’re gonna wet your shirt.” You scolded him lightheartedly. You looked so happy to see him ruin himself on your fingers.
His hips moved again on their own, and Driver whined frustratedly. There was no friction, but he was doing this to himself intentionally. The wetness in his underwear and jeans was starting to show itself from your position.
“Wet down here too.” You said to him as you glanced down and then back at his face. “Feel good?”
Driver nodded hastily. The three fingers in his mouth rendered him silent, but his jaw still held open for your fingers with ease.
His breathing was erratic, his eyes were getting glassy now, but from pleasure this time, and his hair was starting to drip with sweat.
“Sure you don’t want my hand on your dick?” You asked him. “Could help you finish.”
Driver shook his head no. He pulled your fingers out of his mouth for a second, a line of drool connecting your hand to his lips and his lips rosy, “Want your fingers in my mouth.”
You nodded at him, “Just use my other hand if you change your mind.”
He nodded and breathed in and out as if he’d been running a marathon, before putting your fingers back into his mouth and sucking harder than before.
He moaned at the feeling of your fingers almost at the back of his throat. His hips jerked up again and the wet patch on his underwear darkened.
“Oh?” You asked yourself quietly. “My good boy likes this a lot, huh?” You asked him now rhetorically.
He answered anyways with a high-pitched whine and another jerk of his hips.
“Ahh I see.” You nodded to yourself in mock thought. “Wanna be called good boy again? Hmm?”
Driver’s eyes, which had been wet for a little while now, finally glazed over completely and the first few tears fell.
He nodded to you as his teardrops lined his mouth and mixed with his drool.
“So messy…” you whispered to him. “Good boys are always messy, aren’t they?”
Driver hummed in agreement, the fingers in his mouth were keeping him occupied.
The feeling of the fingers in his mouth, your words, the look you were giving him… he thought he might be in heaven.
“You gonna cum soon?” You asked.
Driver blushed at that, nodding a little and finally bringing his own hand down to his jeans and grabbing himself through his clothes
He let out a choked out moan as he felt himself, the fingers in his mouth muffling his sounds.
“There you go… keep going.” You instructed him, keeping quiet and letting him do the work. “Look so good, you know that?”
He squeezed his dick as you praised him and his eyes rolled back. The clothing only muffled the intensity of what he was feeling slightly.
He felt like a live wire, and you were happily setting it off.
“Touch yourself, it’ll help.” You told him and moved his hand away from himself.
You pushed down his pants and underwear a bit before bringing his hand over himself again. He moaned at the feeling and his eyes fluttered as he looked down at himself. “That feels better, huh?”
Driver sucked each one of your fingers as a thank you, and then grazed his teeth over the tops and bottoms of them.
“Aren’t you a sweetheart…” you said more so to yourself. “Keep going.”
His dick was wet with slick and so he had no problem stroking up and down his length. His moans were getting louder and his breathing was more punched out.
“Good thing you have my fingers in your mouth,” you said cheekily, “we’d get a noise complaint otherwise.”
Driver blushed but kept stroking himself, the wetness helping him reach his climax.
The fingers in his mouth were so good- you felt so good in his mouth.
Driver moaned again, louder this time as he squeezed the base of his dick and swiped a finger over the top.
“Almost there, baby?” You asked him quietly, working your fingers in and out of his mouth for him as he lost concentration.
He nodded as the drool and tears dripped down his face, his face stroking himself faster as time went on.
You called him baby. You’ve never done that before.
His eyes rolled back into his head and his head slammed into the back of the couch as he came.
Your fingers were still working in his mouth, but slowed as he came back to himself.
You carefully slipped your fingers out of his mouth and went to the bathroom as he sat in a daze, essentially a mess from head to toe.
His cum was all over his pants and part of his shirt.
Shit. That felt good.
You came back into the room, watching his face as he tried to control his breathing. “Lemme clean you up.” You sat next to him again and wiped up his spit and tears first, gently tracing the towel over his face. After that, you wiped up his pants and his dick, which made him whine from the sensitivity and twitch a leg. You apologized quietly but kept up your ministrations.
When you were finished, you wiped down your fingers and then threw the towel on the table.
“You okay?” You asked him as you relaxed into the couch, facing him.
“Mhmm.” Was all he could manage, still coming to the realization you had just let him do that and he came.
“Don’t be embarrassed. I can see your face.” You scolded him. “You weren’t feeling alright, and I wanted to make you feel good.”
He looked at you, blinking back a fresh wave of tears, this time from emotion. “Thank you.” He was so quiet, it was almost impossible to hear him.
“Anything. Like I said.” You replied simply.
You stood from the couch, and grabbed a blanket. “Take off your clothes, I’ll wash them. Why don’t you get some sleep?” You weren’t really asking and he knew that.
You turned out of the room to grab him a fresh set of clothes, and Driver undressed quickly before wrapping the blanket around himself so you wouldn’t see him nude when you walked back in.
You came back a few minutes later, probably longer than necessary, but he figured you were giving him time to strip.
“Here, these should fit, they’re comfy too.” You told him as you handed the clothing to him. “Gonna go grab you a drink, I’ll be back.”
You left again and he changed into the sweatpants and plain black long-sleeved shirt you had handed him.
You came back with a glass of water with a few ice cubes in it, and asked genuinely, “Sure you’re okay?”
He nodded as he took the glass from you, brushing his fingers alongside yours as he took it between two hands. “I’m okay.”
You nodded and sat next to him again, the TV had been playing the whole time and so now you decided to shut it off.
“Get some sleep after you drink, okay?” You told him gently. Driver thought you were much nicer than you needed to be, and then blushed at the thought of all the things you had said to him just moments ago.
“O-okay.” He stuttered out after a moment. He finished the water and brought the blanket back up around himself as he laid down on the couch.
You sat there a moment and then said, “You can leave whenever you want, but get some sleep first… that’s all I ask.” You didn’t wait for a reply, just smiled at him a moment before leaving to get ready for bed yourself.
Driver was so… content on your couch and so he fell asleep in mere seconds of you walking away from him. Maybe it was okay to hope for now… you were so… not the norm and he loved that. He was grateful for that.
He slept soundly that night… and almost missed work in the morning.
Lars headcanons because I can’t stop thinking about him and I hope you will see my vision:
ᯓ✿ Horror films surprisingly don't scare him.
ᯓ✿ His hands are often very dry due to washing them constantly.
ᯓ✿ Got lost many times before because he was too shy to ask for directions and ended up guessing his way home.
ᯓ✿ Owns a digital camera that’s full of photos of nature.
ᯓ✿ Celebrates Mother's Day by buying a light blue cake with "Happy Mother's Day" written on it and eating it alone while talking to himself pretending his mom is sitting next to him. He usually updates her on what's going on in his and Gus' lives and says how much he misses her.
ᯓ✿ Never broke a bone. The most that’s ever happened was a large bruise on his leg from when he fell off his tree house when he was 12. Lars tried to keep it a secret until Gus noticed he was limping around the house so he finally came clean.
ᯓ✿ Never swears in front of people but once he's alone and something doesn't go his way - all hell breaks loose.
ᯓ✿ Would never admit it but loves pop music.
ᯓ✿ Loves all animals. He's afraid of insects but has maternal feelings towards them regardless.
ᯓ✿ Way stronger than he appears but has the ability to be extremely gentle.
ᯓ✿ Was incredibly stubborn and snarky when he was younger and can still be if he wants too. That side of him mostly got out when he and Gus would argue when they were teenagers.
ᯓ✿ Hates celebrating his own birthday.
ᯓ✿ Loves anything floral scented.
ᯓ✿ Lied to his boss on several occasions that a mistake that was made in the office by his coworkers was actually his because it made him feel bad for some reason.
ᯓ✿ The first night he spent at home without Gus he bawled his eyes out until he threw up.
ᯓ✿ Scared of medication, thinks he can sweat anything out with the help of cups of tea.
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Mommy kink Lars… keep em coming 💵💵💵
My body is a machine that turns normal thoughts into thoughts about desperate lars 😌
“Tastes good?” You asked as Lars munched quietly. He just came back from work and you made his favourite meal. Sitting by the table, he raised his head to look at you stand next to him.
“Mhm,” he hummed with a smile. “You don’t want to eat as well?”
You shook your head, “I ate already.” You bent down to kiss his forehead. His smile disappeared immediately, already nervous about how excited he gets at your display of affection. You turned towards the kitchen as he gently grabbed your wrist.
“Wait,” he whispered, not meeting your eyes. “Another one? Please?” He brought his hand to point at his forehead for a split second.
Smiling, you bent again to give him another kiss. Lars closed his eyes this time, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his skin.
“More,” he quietly begged. He didn’t mean to say it, the word just came out of him.
You chuckled and sat down on his lap before grabbing his face. Lars gasped and quickly put his hands on your waist to keep you steady. You peppered kisses all over his face, making sure to be as gentle as ever.
Lars couldn’t help but giggle at the feeling, it tickled his face in the best way possible. You finished with a soft kiss on his lips and pulled back to look at his. His cheeks were pink and his eyes sparkled as he looked at you.
“Well?” You asked.
Lars didn’t respond, he wondered if he should mention the stiff problem in his pants. He was hungry for something different now.
You straddled him with an exaggerated sigh, “alright, alright.” You leaned in and kissed him, this time letting your tongue graze his.
Lars whimpered into your mouth, his food in the table already forgotten. He stopped holding back and began grinding upwards against you, making you fully aware of how hard he is.
You pulled back to kiss his neck, “aw, baby.” Lars twitched underneath you. “Already so excited for mommy?”
“Yes! Oh my god,” he panted. “Thank you ‘fr taking care of m-me mommy.”
You sucked on a sensitive spot near his ear that made him involuntarily moan. “Anything for my sweet boy.”
He loved it when you spoke like you own him, he wanted to be only yours and no one else’s. He kept rutting into your clothed core and closed his eyes in bliss as you spoke in his ear.
“You worked so hard today, you deserve this.”
He let out a broken moan as his hips sped up, the friction against his leaking member was perfectly hitting all the right spots.
“I know, baby, I know,” you whispered and caressed his hair.
“Mommyyy,” he whined, “I’m gonna- ah! Gonna c-cum!”
“You can do it,” you kissed his temple. “Cum for mommy, Lars.”
Lars’ hips stuttered as his body tensed and he filled his pants with white liquid. His high pitched moans blessed your ears as you held him close, making him feel safe.
“So so proud of you, honey,” you said as he came down his high. “You did such a good job.”
Lars slowly opened his eyes to look at you. You had a smile on your face that always seemed to give him butterflies, now was no exception.
“Wanna get cleaned up and finish your food?”
He bit his lip to try and suppress a shy smile as he nodded.
I AM KNAWING AT YHE BARS OF MY CAGEEEEE
WE. WERE. ROBBBBEDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!
Thank you for sharing that excerpt of the Ryland Grace x reader fic you’re working on. The part where he messes up saying his own name is so funny omfg 😂😂😂
AAHHHHH THANK U SO MUCH! 🩷 I haven’t been getting much feedback on my fics so I’m so glad you sent this ask! I wanted to make him so so pathetic and that was the first step 🙂↕️🙂↕️🙂↕️
writing a ryland x reader fic where they’re both scientists is gonna be the death of me because I wanna make them kiss already but I gotta establish a bunch of things first especially because it’s way before the Hail Mary so I’m doing so much research in order not to make shit up
Anyways take this draft for now
hey I hit a 100 (and 4, I see u 🙂↕️) followers! it might not seem like a lot but I always think of that post that was like “you think 10 likes isn’t a lot but imagine 10 people tickling you”
controversial opinion maybe because I don’t see much of this dynamic on here………………
I think there should be more fics of ryland x rocky especially smut
