Tales of An Unfortunately Charmed Life

Just a girl trying to make it in the big city...

[bistanica]

first time with lars

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⋆˚꩜｡ c.w. established relationship. afab!reader. lars calls reader gorgeous. smut (MDNI!) under the cut. it's more lovemaking than anything, tbh. p in v. no protection.

"oh, god," lars pants. you can tell he's trying his hardest to be gentle. and even if you're okay with getting a bit rough, you're not sure he'd be up to that right now. "sweetheart, are you okay? does that feel good?" you nod.

now, you don't want to be too crude, but you're sure as hell hung up on the fact that he has a...generous size, so to speak.

to be honest, you expected that. he was a big, strong man, after all. and if the size of his hands were any indication, which, they were, you're not surprised to find yourself feeling a little too full of him. the momentary burning only making you ache for him even more.

even before, when he'd hold your hand, you couldn't help but be fixated on the way his hands swallowed yours. that, and the fact the rough texture of his hands helped shape that sharp edge that was hidden from the rest of the world.

and it's like he read your thoughts, with the way his right hand slide into yours, pining you to the bed. his other hand occupied supporting his weight besides your head. you bring your hand to his jaw, delighted to feel the stubble forming there.

god, he just shaved this morning and there was already a beard forming. you don't know why but that turns you on more, squeezing him subconsciously. and he whimpers. you think this is the prettiest sound you've ever heard in your life. better than any record you've ever played. even better than hearing him call you sweet nicknames, you had to admit.

you pull him in, hoping he gets the hint that you want to kiss him. he does so with great effort. he kept missing your mouth, seeing as he was mainly focused on thrusting slowly into you.

he takes his hand away from yours, and before you get a chance to protest, he starts sliding it south, stopping at your clit, rubbing circles with his middle finger. you moan into his mouth, and you swear you can feel him smirking.

"that feels so good, please don't stop, lars..." you plead. you know how important it is for him to receive praise. and you give it to him—pun intended—unprompted. "you're so gorgeous, i love how you say my name," he tries to tell you between thrusts. you kiss him again as a reward. and he really wants to kiss you back, but he's basically unable, so he settles for kissing your forehead. "i love you, so much," he murmurs.

"i love you too, lars." you tell him. and he doesn't miss the gasp erupting out of you after you say, what was probably, his favorite words.

he thought nothing came close to hearing you say you love him. but to be honest, he was wrong.

nothing would ever even touch the moment in which you let go for him. with a silent moan, mouth agape, you feel your release overcome you. you're panting and babbling about how much you love him and about how good he makes you feel.

"jesus christ, lars, shit, i'm gonna—" you interrupt yourself with a moan. and in turn, he feels his orgasm incoming too.

truth be told, he thought he could come just from the view. but you were nice enough to let him do this. you loved him enough to let him be pleased by your beautiful body.

he moans, feeling the way your legs trap his waist, not letting him get farther from you. he stills his hand on your clit in order to intertwine it with yours again. he squeezes his eyes shut. and, while biting his lower lip, he's letting you know he's right on the brink of his release. and although you're a bit disappointed he mostly stayed silent, you think that's something you both can work on.

"you're close, right?" you ask him. "mhm, yeah" he breathes. and even in your post-haze, you ask something of him. "baby, come inside".

that's all he needs to spill inside you with a moan he swallows.

you encourage him to fill you, pressing little quick kisses wherever you could reach. his jaw, his cheek, his shoulder, his hand currently holding yours. he stays put on top of you—or rather, crushing you, you don’t mind—catching his breath.

"i can't wait to do this forever with you." he whispers into your skin. and in turn, you play with his hair, kissing the top of his head. "me neither, sweetheart." you tell him.

🎧 a/n: i had to try writing smut for my beautiful babygirl…ik he’s a freak in the sheets but i can’t really do that rn im too emotional i need to hold him and tell him he’s doing a great job

[ken-dom]

Not sure if youve done this yet but what are your thoughts on lars being a little drunk with reader? Nothing nsfw really but just like him being with reader during or after a party and being a little loose and tipsy

Oops I wrote a tiny tiny little blurb…

‘You know,’ Lars slurs, ‘Bianca didn’t like me drinking.’

‘Oh, why not?’ you ask, more surprised than you’d be if you hadn’t had a couple of beers.

You’re feeling so inexplicably close to him right now, all warm and loosened up and excited to be together, it seems easy to open up. Lars’s hand is on your thigh, and you didn’t have to put it there, and you’re only inches from one another’s face as you chat in the back of Karin’s car on your ride home.

‘Well… she didn’t drink and I think she worried about what I might do if I had too much to drink.’

A thousand thoughts flash though your mind, the most prevalent being, Lars… what were YOU worried about doing with her? But instead you just answer;

‘Oh… I don’t care what you do.’

You giggle and Lars blushes redder than the alcohol had already made him, blinking his gaze away before carefully bringing it back to your lips.

He leans in, testing the waters a little, feeling the way you lean into him too. You could smell the beer on his breath, and you liked it. Bianca missed out.

‘I think she worried I might do something like this…’

[ponzuyu]

Lip combo

Lars x fem!reader

a/n: wrote this up super quick, not proofread !!

word count: < 1k

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You paused in front of the mirror, doing one last check over your appearance before heading out. After touching up your perfected lip combo, you nodded in satisfaction and turned to call out over your shoulder.

"Lars, hon, I'm leaving now!"

He gave a low hum of acknowledgement from another room before standing up, the sound of his lumbering footsteps telling you that he was coming to see you off. Although it's not often, when you do go out by yourself, he never fails to cease what he's doing and send you off. Likewise, he always awaits your return home, standing by the window and making sure you come back safe. Always so thoughtful.

You unlocked the door, just passing the threshold as he rounded the corner. With a shy smile, Lars's big strides quickly closed the gap between you two, until he was leaning against the doorframe about a foot away. 

He wrung his hands together ever so slightly, staring out past your shoulder at the icy roads. "Drive safe," he mumbled. His gaze returned to you, the look of soft, tentative adoration still plastered on his face.

"Don't worry about me," you smiled. Without thinking too much of it, you leaned forward to place a small peck to his cheek as a bit of extra reassurance. As soon as you pulled back though, you realized some of your lip combo transferred onto his skin, leaving a perfect, classic imprint. 

"Oh!" You couldn't suppress the surprise in your voice before it devolved into giggles. Instinctively, you reached out to wipe his cheek with your thumb. "Sorry hon, let me clean that off—"

Before you could finish your sentence, his huge hand quickly caught yours, catching you by surprise.

He averted his gaze, a small blush creeping up his neck as he stumbled over his words. "I— I don't mind." He paused, but you could tell he had more to say. 

You tilted your head slyly, "Go on."

Lars forced himself to meet your eyes again, clutching your hand a little tighter. "Can I, um… have more?"

He absolutely didn't need to ask twice. At his sweet request, your eyes lit up, and you wasted no time in gently cradling his face to kiss it— his lips, his cheek, his mustache. 

Lars didn't say anything, but he really didn't need to. His dazed smile spoke for itself as he let himself melt into your touch. As everyone knows, normally, he's very averse to touch. But something about yours was different. Lars couldn't quite place it himself, but he knew it felt soft. Fleeting. So full of love. He didn't care to identify the specifics in the moment, but whatever it was, Lars felt like he could get drunk on it.

With one last kiss to his nose, you released his face and hurried over to your car after realizing the time. 

"Sorry Lars, I'm running a bit behind. Love you!" With one last air kiss in his direction, you got in the car, pulling out of the snow-free driveway Lars had freshly shoveled.

He didn't even remember going back inside the house, but before he could register anything or form a coherent thought, Lars found himself face to face with his reflection. The same mirror you had used to apply that lip combo.

Unbeknownst to you, he stood in front of that mirror for who knows how long, softly tracing over the various outlines of your lips on his skin with a smitten smile.

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[chrishayley]

steve rogers + strut

[starrose17]

[starrose17]

[bistanica]

lars lindstrom blurb

i spent like an hour watching lars edits and i cried because i miss my beautiful babygirl…

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lars can’t really describe himself as confident. he’s comfortable enough in himself to acknowledge he looks good in a certain piece of clothing, like this particular sweater he likes, he thinks it’s lucky. every time he wears it he receives compliments. that and also the way your jaw slightly drops is not lost on him.

but there’s only so much he can see in himself. he can’t quite grasp how attracted you are to him. he gets awfully shy whenever you go crazy over him.

“oh. my. god. lars, you’re insane for this, actually. you look so freaking handsome, jesus what if someone steals you from me?” you’d tell him after getting ready one day for work, not really sure of what you mean. he did his usual routine, and he’s sure you’ve seen him wear this exact same outfit before, what’s the big deal? he’d ask with a laugh.

“you’re crazy, you just— you look, and you smell amazing. well now i’m actually nervous…maybe you shouldn’t go out looking like that.” you joke. he feels like a kid getting a picture taken, all he can do is stay in place and smile at your (not-so) quiet admiration. “come here.” you instruct him, he obediently follows.

you wrap him in a tight hug, nuzzling your head on his neck, quite literally breathing him in. “is that a new cologne? are you trying to kill me?” your questions come out muffled. “no, sweetheart, i could never.” he answers. kissing the top of your head.

“you look very very handsome, i’m serious.” you leave the comfortableness of his neck to kiss him. in turn, his eyes flutter shut, kissing you back softly. you part begrudgingly, telling him he’s going to be late for work. “come back to me in one piece, okay? don’t let other girls see you.” you kiss his cheek.

he’s positively floating the rest of day. not sure of what he did differently today to receive such kind words from you.

a/n: the people deserve to acknowledge how handsome he is. yeah he’s cute but he’s also hot 🚬

[lars-lindstroms-gf]

☆ headcanons: lars with a size kink (18+) ☆

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tags: fem!reader, fluff and smut, short!reader kinda implied but i headcanon lars as like 6'4 so any height below that works lmao, manhandling but affectionate, size kink obviously, blowjobs, dry-humping, belly bulge

SFW

even before he realizes he has a size kink, lars is so sweet and protective, and he always keeps an arm around you or your hand in his when you're out together in public

and then one day he notices how small you look next to him. his hand pretty much covers yours when he holds it, and you fit right in his strong arms so well

you fall asleep on the couch one night and when he goes to carry you to bed he realizes he can lift you like it's nothing and it just…unlocks something for him.

lars knows he's taller than most people, including you, but the realization that he can manhandle you so easily is a revelation

so of course he starts doing it more often

you need something off a high shelf? instead of just reaching up and getting it for you like he always does, he'll hold your waist and lift you up so you can reach it

when you lightly scold him ("lars, put me down! you're gonna hurt yourself!") he just shrugs it off, telling you it's not hard to pick you up

he even does it in his sleep, scooping you up and pulling you closer like you're his teddy bear :')

lars really loves casual intimacy, so when you wear his sweaters and they're big on you with sleeves that come down over your hands, or when he hugs you and can rest his chin on the top of your head, he's absolutely over the moon <3

NSFW under the cut!

it's not just that Lars is tall and strong, though.

because that man is packing.

nine inches, thick like a coke can, and because he doesn't have much of a frame of reference, he has no idea how big he is

the first time you touch him, it's over his clothes and he's only half-hard, so he's briefly terrified when he sees your eyes go wide at the feel of him

"what's wrong?!"

"no, Lars, sweetheart, nothing's wrong, it's just...wow."

"...'wow' what?"

you didn't think you'd have to explain to your boyfriend that he has a massive dick, but once you do, his face goes pink and he looks ever-so-slightly proud of himself

you take things slow – touch isn't painful most of the time since he started exposure therapy, but he still gets overwhelmed easily, and he's the type to want to take things slowly regardless

but lars is absolutely obsessed with having his hands on you. they look so big wrapped around your waist, grabbing your thighs, cupping your face as he kisses you.

he's just so honored and so in awe that you trust him enough to let him hold you like this, to let him pick you up and maneuver you (gently, of course) to where he wants you.

he loves picking you up and putting you on his lap, positioning you over one of his thick thighs so you can dry-hump him while he kisses you senseless <3

and the look on your face when you feel how hard he is for you, when you can feel how big he is, even through his clothes? oh, lars can't get enough of it

when lars finally gets brave enough to let you see him naked and touch him without fabric in the way, he cums so fast at the sight of you with your lips around the first few inches of his cock, straining your jaw to take in more, both hands wrapped around what you can't fit in your mouth <3

at one point he rests his cock against your lower belly to see just how deep inside you he'll be when the time comes and he has to squeeze his eyes shut tight to keep from finishing right then and there

he's so worried and so turned on at the idea of you struggling on his massive dick. he doesn't want to hurt you, and he never would, but the thought of you slowly taking him in, panting and gasping at the stretch, drives him absolutely crazy

and when you finally do have sex, he's absolutely amazed when you can take him. it's definitely a lot, and your cunt is squeezing him so hard that he's trembling from the effort not to move, but he talks you through it so sweetly

"there you go, you're doing so well. i'm so proud of you, lovey. am i hurting you? do you feel okay?"

you have to tell him it's okay to move once he's fully inside

poor lars is so overwhelmed and so nervous about hurting you, and you're so tight around him that he almost can't move, but eventually he manages to give you one single, cautious thrust

and when your eyes flutter shut and you moan, that's all the encouragement he needs

he's just in awe of the way he disappears inside you

and he's obsessed with the tiny bulge in your lower belly that appears when he's all the way in. he can't take his eyes off of it as he fucks you, moving so carefully so he won't hurt you, his big hands gently holding your hips, keeping you in place

he presses his whole body weight into you when he's close, holding you so tight and so close, pressing you hard into the mattress

and he's whimpering praise into your ear the entire time <3

"oh– oh gosh, oh, sweetheart, you're so– so good to me, i c-can't – you just t-take me so well, i can't hold it, i need to...oh, god, baby, i need to cum, pleasepleasepleaseplease–"

the second you give him permission, he lets go, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sobbing as he pumps you full

and afterwards he lays on your chest, and the weight of him is so comforting and so warm and you're both so happy as you fall asleep in each others' arms <3

author's note: thank you so so much for reading! also PLEASEEE send me lars requests i'm going absolutely insane about that man <3

comment if you enjoyed! love you all, and tysm for the response on the holland fic!!! i'm so overwhelmed with how sweet you've all been <3 :')

[nowritingonthewall]

Grace being so cute they had to delete the scenes Ryan Gosling as Dr. Ryland Grace | Project Hail Mary

[rosettyller]

PROJECT HAIL MARY (2026) - Deleted Scene

[foxyfruit]

ughhHhh your jacob daddy hc is on pointttt he would so be into that im drooling

AW THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON :3

Genuinely Daddy!Jacob is my biggest hc because it’s also technically canon to the film!

I also love the idea of Sugar Daddy!Jacob because god… he’d love to spoil you sooo much. (More about that coming soon👀)

~ NSFW BELOW THE CUT ~

I love to think that Jacob is so gentle and tender in bed— until you start calling him daddy.

The first time you called him daddy was something you had held back for a while, but something about him… it made you want to call him that.

When you told him you wanted to try calling him daddy, he felt his cock twitch with anticipation instantly. You two were drinking cocktails and he had set his down on the table to walk closer to you, eyes on you, grab your jaw, and back you up into the counter. He pressed his hips into you, feeling his cock against your pussy immediately sent pings of heat through your core, and you were dripping.

“Well, babydoll. Why don’t you show daddy how much you want it.”

You looked at him, blushing intensely. “O-okay.”

“Hmm, not quite.” He tilts your head up and kisses your neck. “Try again.”

You gulp. “Okay… daddy.”

You feel him smirk against your neck, nipping the skin quickly before moving up to your ear to whisper,

“Good girl.”

You start calling him daddy in bed, and then around the house, and now sometimes in public but very quietly, he can’t keep his hands off of you when he hears you call him that.

~

Foreplay is absolutely necessary for him to make sure you feel good. The softest touches, the most tender kisses, sometimes leaving marks on you to make sure everyone knows you are his and only his.

“You’re mine. All mine.”

“Y-yes daddy. All yours.”

“Good girl.”

~

He loves going down on you. He’ll take his time, making sure you cum at least twice before he even thinks about fucking you.

He loves when you sit on his lap so he can give your tits attention too, and bring you so close, feeling every inch of you, tangling his fingers in your hair, running his fingers along your back, and you love feeling the cold metal of his ring. You’ll feel his cock twitch under you, and he’ll grind your hips together a bit, which feels like pure bliss. When he finally slides in, it’s passion beyond imagination. His cock so deep inside you, rolling your hips in such a way that makes you moan so loud. He’ll hold your hair back as he dives into your neck, leaving marks, telling you how good you feel around his cock, how he wants you to cum all over him.

When he’s on top, he’ll holding your face as he pulls you into a deep kiss, drinking in your moans as he thrusts in and out.

He’ll whisper in your ear as he thrusts into you, telling you how good you are for him, how well you’re taking his cock, how he loves feeling your pussy flutter around him. He’ll bury his face in your neck and plant gentle kisses all over.

“You’re being such a good girl for daddy, baby.”

“Look at you, taking me so well.”

“You can cum on my dick baby, daddy’s got you.”

“There’s my good girl.”

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He praises you so much while fucking you, making sure every sentence you utter is either “yes, daddy” or “thank you, daddy.”

He doesn’t usually mind if you leave scratch marks on his back- it only shows how good he made you feel.

Aftercare is important to him though, so he’ll make sure you stay in bed, so he’ll grab you a glass of water, he’ll fix you both your favorite cocktails, and cuddle with you until you fall asleep.

[hidr-0]

When Jacob shows you just how shitty your ex was.

I like how his character can be deep and emotional, or silly and playful, but he's also so fiiiiiiine. Promise I've been working on asks but I plan on it being a bit longer!

Word count: 1.2k

Type: Smut

Explicit! Read at your own risk!

You only agreed to go out drinking because you honestly needed it. A night out with your friends and getting possibly black-out drunk sounded perfect after a break-up. You just ended your 3 year relationship with your ex after you found them fucking someone else in your apartment out of all places. Apparently he was a regular at the bar your best friend chose, not like that really mattered to you, just being in need of a distraction from all the things happening in your life right now, and the handsome stranger was a perfect one. He bought you a drink, charmed you with his clearly practiced pick-up lines and promises of an unforgettable night.

And you, being drunk enough to accept, ended up at his place, ridiculously expensive whiskey in your glass and a dumb smile on your face. "Dirty dancing? Really?" You couldn't help the amusement in your tone, you had no doubt he could lift you with all that delicious muscle, but wasn't entirely sure you'd trust him to catch you in the middle of the jump. "Yes!" Jacobs smile mirrored your own, all giddy and stupidly excited. "C'mon." And how could you say no? So the two of you stood on the opposite sides of the room, looking into each others eyes one last time before you ran at him. He wasn't lying, he did catch you, strong arms secure on your waist as he kept you off the ground, your combined giggles echoing off the ridiculously large glass walls.

As he slowly lowered you back on to the ground, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, still dizzy off the adrenaline and alcohol coursing trough your system. You were perfectly eye level with him now, and with your heart still thumping loudly in your chest, you were filled with enough courage to finally kiss him. It was slow yet passionate, and while he seemed to be expecting it he was still surprised by the suddenness. He wasn't lying, he was indeed a great kisser, your lips mindlessly parted as he began his assault on your mouth, your eagerness being reciprocated in the form of gentle bites to your lips and soft groans. He seemed to be experienced, leading with ease as his grip on you became almost bruising.

With you still in his arms it wasn't hard for him to move to the couch and continue practically devouring you there. His hands never left your body, now instead coming up to feel and grope around. You returned the favor by sliding one hand all the way to his waistband and slipping a hand under his shirt. God, could he be any more ridiculously hot? The well-built muscle flexed under your touch, your breath hitching as you explored his warm skin. Once he felt too out of breath, he began trailing wet open-mouthed kisses first to your cheek then your jaw all the way down to your neck. He didn't lose any of the enthusiasm as he bit small marks into your neck, licking each spot before moving onto the next.

He skillfully slid your panties out of the way, your dress already riding up to expose you to his heated gaze. Once his attack on your neck stopped and he traced lower, all the way to your stomach a sudden flash of anxiety hit you. Your gently nudged his head up by the chin, and you were met with a confused expression. "You don't have to." It came out a little embarrassed, in all honesty you just didn't feel like acting like him giving you a few kitten licks would make you cum, or even turned on by any measures. "Do you not want me to?" He seemed even more confused, head still resting on your stomach, his hands coming to wrap around your thighs to play with the soft flesh. "I mean, I'm fine without it, it just doesn't really do it for me." By now he almost looked offended, strangely enough. "Honey, then no one's done it right so far. Please? Let me show you." And how could you say no?

The look he gave you from between your spread thighs was downright sinful, he almost seemed to be wanting it more than you, and he looked too gorgeous begging on his knees for you to say no. He placed a few hasty kisses on the newly exposed territory, leaving his mark on each inch of skin that he could as he spread you further and further. You were panting by the time he placed his first kiss on your core, knees guided to rest on each of his shoulders before he gave you one last coy smirk and dove into you without hesitation. He didn't leave you even a second of doubt, sparks of pleasure ripping trough your body as he slobbered on you. He switched between sucking on your clit and plunging his tongue as deep into your walls as he can, trying to get as much of your taste as he could.

Your hand almost flew up to grip his hair, but quickly opted for slamming into the sheet besides your hip. But he couldn't have that now, could he? One hand let go of your thigh and guided your fingers to card into his neatly combed hair. "Don't be afraid sweetheart." He rasped, barely moving away to speak to you, eyes opening to burn into yours before he returned his full attention back to his task. You were feeling things no man has ever made you feel before, and you weren't some blushing virgin either. The resentment towards your ex, the very reason you ended up here tonight, was beginning to fade, overtaken by something almost akin to gratitude. If he didn't cheat on you, you would still be stuck with this selfish ass who couldn't even make you cum!

Any similar thoughts were quickly wiped from your mind however as you could feel your inevitable orgasm approaching, you hold on his golden becoming tighter and tighter as you tried to tug him away from you. "J-Jacob, wait!" You moaned out, your efforts proving futile. He didn't seemed to be bothered by your weak efforts to stop him, instead bringing his free hand not holding you open to circle your clit. "C'mon sweetheart, wanna taste ya." His slurred words were muffled by the wet sounds of your cunt, but they were all you needed to be finally pushed over the edge. You came with a yell of his name, hand fisted into his hair so thigh you'd feel bad for him if you weren't flying somewhere above the clouds.

He worked you trough it, only stopping when you were trying to squirm out of the iron grip he still had on you. He tilted his head to rest on your thigh, cheek wet from his efforts pressing against the hot skin. He looked up at you with such admiration one might think he was the one who just received the head of his life. You looked back at him confused. "What about you?" But you were only met with a chuckle. " 'm fine darling, did it for me too." And you thought you might just cum again from the sight of his cum stained pants and dazed eyes. Up until now, this was something barely pleasurable to you, but having a man come from eating you out? He ruined you for all others to come, if there were any anyways.

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

how we came back 🕊️

a good advice. l Jacob Palmer

[the one where we fix what's broken]

Jacob Palmer [Crazy, stupid, love.] x Reader

warnings : friends with unnamed feelings; a date that could end badly; poor self-esteem; unfortunate words; tears ; giving second chances ; honesty ;

note : He wanted to protect you, but instead he shattered the way you saw yourself.

a/n :first part is here a good advice. l Jacob Palmer [Crazy, stupid, love] x Reader

[Ryan Gosling masterlist][main masterlist][how we fell apart series][how we came back series]

Five days. Five days of silence that somehow felt louder than anything you'd ever experienced. Every word spoken between the two of you that night still weighed heavily on your chest, making it impossible to function, impossible to think about anything else.

Jacob had texted you. Twice. Both times, you'd deleted his messages without reading them. Not because you didn't want to know what he'd written, but because you knew yourself well enough to understand that opening even one of those messages would unlock the door you'd spent five days desperately trying to keep shut. And behind that door…was him. The man who had hurt you so effortlessly. So deeply.

Running on autopilot, you somehow survived until Friday. Each day had been harder than the last, but the masks you wore fooled everyone around you. They kept people from asking uncomfortable questions. From noticing that something inside you had cracked. You just wanted the day to be over. You wanted to disappear into your apartment, lock the door behind you, and let the rest of the world exist without you for a while.

Your grip tightened around your car keys as you crossed the parking lot with quick, determined steps. Then a familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Hey."

You froze. Your body recognized him before your mind had the chance to. Slowly, you turned around. Jacob stood a few parking spaces away from your car, both hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. And for the first time since you'd met him, he looked different. Smaller and uncertain. 

You looked at him for a moment before turning back toward your car. "I don't think there's anything left that needs to be said."

"I do." His voice wasn't loud. A second later, you heard his footsteps following behind you. "Please."

You stopped beside your car, his reflection appeared in the driver's side window. Closing your eyes, you felt exhaustion settle over every inch of your body. Exhaustion from this situation, from replaying that conversation over and over in your head, as though it wasn't already painful enough. You rubbed your temple and let out a tired sigh.

"What do you want, Jacob?"

"To apologize." He swallowed. "I really screwed this up."

He tried to smile, but the corners of his mouth barely moved. Somewhere behind you, coworkers laughed as they walked toward their own cars, conversations blending into the warm evening air. Life kept moving. Only between the two of you had time decided to stop.

"Listen..." Jacob began. He didn't move any closer. He didn't dare. "I'm not asking you to forgive me. I just... I want to explain."

You rolled your keys between your fingers. "Is there anything left you want to tell me?" you asked quietly. "I thought I already knew exactly what you think of me."

Jacob's face fell.

“I've had a lot of time to think about it these past few days. You don't have to explain anything." You shook your head. "You know what? You don't even have to feel obligated to talk to me."

He shook his head immediately. "You heard the worst possible version of what I was trying to say."

A quiet, bitter laugh escaped you. "And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

"No." He looked down for a second. "It makes it worse. Because I'm the one who did this to you."

You stared at him for a long moment. Part of you wanted to hear him out, the other part wanted him to disappear. Wanted those blue eyes to stop looking at you so intensely, as though they could see straight through every wall you'd built. See you exposed, emotional, completely defenseless in front of him.

You took a slow breath. "So?" You gave a small shrug. "If you want to explain… I'm listening."

Jacob nodded. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. As though the words had suddenly abandoned him. He tried again. Nothing. Finally, he let out a disbelieving laugh at himself and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I've been preparing for this conversation for five days." A humorless smile tugged at his lips. "I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to say… But... I don't."

You looked at him without any expression. "That's not my problem."

"No." He nodded once. "It isn't. I made it yours."

Silence settled between you again. You lowered your eyes for a moment, unable to withstand his gaze much longer. Another second, and he'd see the tears threatening to spill over.

"I didn't know Daniel wanted to ask you out," he said quietly. "If I had... I would've talked him out of it."

"Oh." Your jaw tightened. "Great."

"But that's not what you think it is. It never was." His voice cracked almost imperceptibly. "You have to believe me."

You looked up. The moment your eyes met his, Jacob caught something he'd never seen there before. Anger, but beneath it, hurt. The kind that came from trusting someone completely.

"No, Jacob." Your voice was calm, but it carried every ounce of exhaustion you'd been hiding. "I don't have to believe you anymore. I trusted you. You were the one person whose opinion actually mattered to me. God... I told you everything."

Jacob closed his eyes.

"And you..." Your voice began to tremble. “You told some guy how to get me. And then you decided I wasn't good enough after all... so you tried to take it back."

He opened his mouth to answer, but you lifted a hand ever so slightly. Not to stop him, just to keep yourself from falling apart.

"I was actually excited about that date." Your eyes drifted somewhere past him. "I wore that pretty dress. I did my makeup. And then..." A tear finally escaped, tracing a warm line down your cheek, you wiped it away almost immediately.  "When I looked in the mirror do you know what I saw? A fraud. Someone pathetic enough to believe that maybe..." Your voice broke. "Maybe someone could actually find her interesting. Maybe even pretty enough to ask out. Because..." You let out a hollow laugh. "What was it you said?" Your eyes met his one more time. "I fall for every smile someone gives me."

Jacob's lips parted. No words came.

"I canceled the date.” Another tear rolled down your cheek. "Not because I didn't want to go. I just…couldn't believe anyone would actually want me." 

Jacob looked away. He nodded once. A small, defeated movement. When he finally looked back at you, his eyes glistened.

"I did that." His voice was barely above a whisper. "And I've never hated myself more than I do right now."

You didn't answer. You'd said everything you had left. Now it was his turn. He took a slow breath.

"You know..." He looked down at the pavement. "I've spent the last five days trying to figure out when all of this started."

His hands slipped back into his pockets, almost like he was afraid they'd reach for yours on their own.

"I thought it started when Daniel told me..." He stopped himself. "It doesn't matter. It wasn't then. It started months ago."

Your brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

A quiet laugh escaped him. "The first time I realized I was in trouble...was the night you fell asleep on my couch. You'd had a horrible week. You were exhausted." The corners of his mouth lifted just enough to soften his face. "We ordered takeout. We were supposed to watch a movie. And you were out before the opening credits. You don't remember?"

You searched your memory. "I woke up covered with a blanket."

Jacob nodded. "Yeah. And I spent ten minutes standing there trying to decide whether kissing you while you were asleep would really be such a terrible idea." A blush crept across his face. "Yeah. I knew I was in trouble. And it scared the hell out of me."

"What?"

"Because I knew what would happen if you said no." He shrugged lightly. "I've been rejected before. It never mattered. I never took it personally. But you..." His voice softened. "You mattered. I never had to impress you. You never made me feel like I wasn't enough." His eyes never left yours. "You were the one person I could just... stop with. For the first time in a long time, I didn't have to perform. I could just be. And that terrified me."

He took a careful step closer. You were too overwhelmed by his words to even notice.

"So I convinced myself it would be better if we stayed friends. But then Daniel showed up..." He grimaced. "He wanted a moment with you. And you deserve someone who appreciates every single day they get with you."

You folded your arms across your chest and drew in a slow breath. "You've always been good with words..." you said quietly.

Jacob let out a soft, almost breathless laugh. "Funny thing is..." He shook his head. "I lose every single one of them when I'm talking to you. They always disappear. Because I never looked at you like you weren't enough."

His expression softened.

"If anything… I kept wondering what someone like you could possibly see in someone like me."

You blinked quickly, fighting back another wave of tears. Jacob continued before you could respond.

"I was afraid you'd see me as the guy who's all style and no substance. The guy who flirts. The guy who always knows the right thing to say. The guy who's just having fun." A small, self-deprecating smile crossed his face. "Even though you never once made me feel like that's all I was."

He looked away for only a second. "I kept thinking… What if one day you tell me you'd never be able to love someone like me? That it was impossible."

Silence settled between you once again. You stared at Jacob as though you were seeing him for the first time. Your mind had gone completely blank. Your heart pounded so hard against your ribs it was a miracle he couldn't hear it. When you finally found your voice, it barely came out above a whisper.

"I'm supposed to believe all of this?"

Jacob gave a helpless shrug. "I wouldn't believe me either." A faint smile tugged at one corner of his mouth. "But… If all I wanted was your forgiveness would I really be standing here telling you all this?" 

You couldn't stop the dry laugh that escaped you. "That would be a spectacularly bad strategy."

He huffed out a quiet laugh. "Right." He took another cautious step toward you. "Listen… I'm not expecting you to forgive me today. Or next week. I want to earn it."

Your eyes searched his. "You made me feel so...small."

His face crumpled. "I'm sorry. I never wanted to be the man who made you question who you are. I wish… I wish you could see yourself the way I see you." His eyes held yours with complete honesty. "Because all I see is someone I don't deserve, because I'm just an idiot."

For the first time in days a tiny smile found its way onto your lips. It was small and fragile. Like the first ray of sunlight breaking through heavy storm clouds. Jacob saw it instantly.

"There she is." His own smile appeared in response. "Can I take that as a good sign?"

You wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of your hand. Your shoulders slowly relaxed. The tight knot that had lived inside your chest for days finally loosened. Not completely. The pain was still there, but it no longer felt impossible to breathe.

"Listen..." you began softly. "I'm still hurt."

Jacob nodded without looking away. "I know. And I don't expect a few words to fix that."

There wasn't a trace of defensiveness in his voice. Only honesty.

You nodded once. "Good. Because things aren't going back to the way they were."

He waited. Didn't interrupt.

"If this is ever going to work you have to promise me something."

"Anything."

"When things get hard you don't run. Don't try to protect me from the truth, even if it's ugly. And don't make decisions for me."

His answer came without hesitation. "I can do that."

You held his gaze for another moment. "Good." A tiny smile returned. "Because… I really missed you."

For the first time since he'd called your name Jacob smiled without restraint. His shoulders sagged with relief. "God… I missed you too. Every single day. It's crazy."

"A little." You looked down at the keys still resting in your hand, then at your car. "I should probably go."

"Right."

You nodded once. "I'll call."

"I'll be waiting."

"I don't know when."

His smile didn't fade. "I'll still be waiting."

You smiled back. This one came a little easier. You opened the driver's door and placed your bag inside. For a second, you looked at Jacob as though you wanted to say something else.

He spoke first. "Thank you."

You frowned slightly. "For what?"

"For giving me the chance to fix this."

There was nothing manipulative about it, just gratitude. You climbed into the car, and Jacob gently closed the door for you.

"See you around," he said as the engine came to life.

You looked at him through the open window. "See you, Jacob."

And somehow, those three words filled him with something he was afraid to think about, hope. Because you were worth every risk he'd ever tried to avoid. He knew that now, and he also knew that he would take as much time as it took to rebuild everything he'd destroyed.

Because despite everything life was simply better with you in it.

thank you for reading <3

[takemebacktomeliora]

Like Lovers Entwined

In a touch averse relationship, sex comes when it does (and so do you), if at all. You and Lars discuss the merits of mutual/tandem masturbation, and then put it into practice. Fluffy smut. As my last Lars smut was well-received, here is another! Title is from Sleep Token's Euclid.

Lars x gn!Reader 18+

You can hear Lars singing as he comes home with the groceries. Sometimes you go out together, but you’d had a headache earlier, and he’d eagerly offered. Your headache is gone now, but you’re still lying down in your shared bedroom. You’re playing with his quilt where it falls neatly into the gap between beds.

“I’m home!’ he calls quietly, divesting himself of his baggy cardigan, one you’d worked really hard to knit for him, and dropping it on the back of the couch. “You um. You feel better?” He almost tiptoes into the bedroom, and slides the dimmer switch up just a little. “Hi.” He smiles at you, his mustache quirking along with it, his pale cheeks red. It’s starting to get chilly in the fall now, but not quite enough to pile on all his layers and wear one of his hats.

“Hey Lars,” you say. “My head’s a lot better. You need help with the groceries?”

“Nope,” he says. “I got it. I can do it. You rest.” He comes over and pats your hand quickly, and then air pets your hair, before going to the kitchen to work on doing that. The majority of your shared affection is simply closeness or ‘air touches’, though now and then you’ll hold hands for a little while, occasional pecks on the cheek or lips, or your personal favorite when you two link pinkys, especially when you lay out in the grass behind the old cabin.

He’s singing again in the kitchen, an old Nat King Cole song that Frank Sinatra sometimes sang, a soft little thing about love. He had a lot of songs memorized, but that was his favorite. He’s pretty good, a little off key, but that made it sweeter.

You love listening to Lars sing, like now, when you’re in the dimly lit bedroom and he’s slowly but neatly putting groceries away; if he was tidying up (you vacuumed though, it still scared him, poor guy), or doing dishes. Sometimes you sang along. He likes when you do that, too.

When he’s done, and washed up, he comes to sit with you, on his bed, sitting as close to your bed as he could.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you reply, setting your fingers on his bed. Asking.

He sets his hand down, and you set your fingers on the back of his hand.

“Can I ask you something?” you ask, looking up at him.

He raises his brows, pressing his lips together a little, and nodding slightly.

“I know you go hide in the bathroom to jerk off most of the time,” you start, and his hand tenses under yours, but he doesn’t pull away, “but did you ever think of doing it where I could see?

He shakes his head hard. “No no no no no no…” He stops abruptly, and his cheeks went red. “Yes.” It spreads to his ears and they burn too. “A- a little.”

“What if I did it too, would that make you feel better?”

His eyes go round, and his mouth opens a little, and no sound comes out. His fingers tighten in the quilt, so, wisely you move your hand away. His mouth closes, opens again, and his whole face turns red. You want to pat one of his cheeks. He’s so damned cute.

It takes him a very long time to reply. He’s always thoughtful, introspective, and thinks things through. So if he were to say no, you’d know he’d really considered.

“That sounds nice,” he says after a while, and you’re the one blushing now. Well, you both are, it wasn’t like he’d stopped.

“You think so?” you ask, hopeful.

“Um, yes,” he says. “I never did in front of you...because I didn’t want you to think you had to. But if you wanted to we...we could.”

“Okay,” you say, and he immediately got up and starts unzipping his pants and you start giggling and can’t stop.

He turns red all over again and stops. “D-didn’t you mean now?” he asks, nervously.

“I guess we could do it now,” you say, “I just didn’t think about it, sorry!” It’s not like the thought of him so eager to please you isn’t a huge turn on.

“Okay,” he says, with a big smile, making you want to swoon. He undoes the button on his pants, the zipper already down, and shoves them down before flopping onto the bed and into his pillows. His underpants are tented already.

You bite back another giggle, and undo your pants too, and kick them off and onto the floor. You are not as tidy as he is, but he didn’t mind. In fact sometimes you think Lars likes you being messy. It gives him something to do that’s specifically for you.

“Can...can we hold hands?” he asks, hesitantly. “I- I know maybe no. Because it’s a lot. And we might need different hands.”

“Are you okay to do that?” you ask. He’d just got back from the grocery store, and sometimes that’s a lot for him. But he’d also let you touch his hand for a bit, so maybe it’s okay.

“I want to do it,” he says stubbornly.

“Okay, we’ll hold hands,” you say. It’s tough with your non-dominant hand, but not impossible. And you aren’t going to give up the chance to hold hands with Lars, especially now.

He holds his hand out across the gap, and you take it, sliding your fingers between his, and he holds on, not too tightly.

“Are we supposed to look?” Lars asks, still sounding nervous. “Or should we close our eyes and pretend?”

“You can look if you want to,” you reply. “Can I look?”

“I-If you want,” he say. “You don’t have to. You don’t have to see me.”

“Oh honey,” you say, squeezing his hand, heart aching a little. “You know I love you, and I’d be happy to see you if I could.”

“I love you too,” he says immediately, before saying anything else. He holds your hand almost too tightly for a moment. “You can if you want.”

You push down your underwear so he can see you first, and the strangled exhalation from him makes your stomach flutter with warmth. He’s always been so sweet to you, so careful of you and your needs and wants, always putting you before him.

You look over at him, and he nervously shoves his underwear down, his hand getting tangled in them, but he manages to get free without too much trouble.

Any giggles die in your throat because you’re getting your first good look at Lars’ cock. You’d felt it once, a while back, but now you’re seeing it, and it is something to behold.

He sees you looking and jerks his eyes away, blushing vibrantly. But his eyes slowly find you again because he can’t look away for long.

While he watches, you slide your fingers over yourself, and he groans, and then abruptly covers his mouth, forgetting you were holding hands. Then he yanks his hand away from his mouth, grabbing yours again.

You’re going to have to try very hard not to giggle at your absolutely adorable boyfriend.

That ends up a lot less of an issue when you watch him hesitantly stroke over himself, and you follow suit, way too busy touching yourself and watching him.

Your fingers are busy, which is good because you’re very distracted watching him, barely aware of your own pleasure, although it’s there.

Your eyes are glued to his hand, where he strokes over himself with short strokes, his hand in a fist, almost too tight, his hips jerking again and again.

You aren’t even aware of the fact that he’s watching you, as you explore your own body, his eyes earnestly tracking your fingers, your hand, biting his lip as he follows your movements.

His tight grip on your hand keeps you grounded, because watching him is completely distracting.

You know he’s getting close when his breaths start hitching, and your eyes shoot to his face. You watch his mouth falling open, his head going back, and you move your own hand faster; your eyes seeking his hand on his cock, your own breaths quickening.

Lars comes first, spilling onto his belly and thighs, his teeth digging into his lip and stifling the groan that comes with it, your eyes finding his face as he shudders a little. His cheeks are bright red.

His eyes slide to find your face, and then flick to your still moving hand, which sets you off, and he lets out a little whimper when he watches you coming too, seeing your body quivering where he could see it.

His hand had slid away from yours, and he lurches to his feet to rush and clean up, while you lay on the bed, limp and reveling. You know this won’t happen often but it doesn’t have to.

“That was wonderful,” you murmur, as he comes back, stumbling over his pants as he does.

“It was,” Lars said, his cheeks still pink.

And then he did something unexpected, sitting on your bed then, not touching you, but folding up a wash cloth and wiping you clean with it. The tender devotion on his face makes your heart ache. He picks up your underwear and pants, and sets them neatly next to you, and bends to air kiss your forehead. No, you don’t need to touch him to feel loved. He can do that just by looking at you. Read on AO3 HERE | More Lars fluffsmut HERE

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[cityofstvrdust]

Swedish-American!Lars Lindstrom x fem!reader headcanons

now playing: Honey Honey (Swedish Version) - ABBA

a/n: I’m not Swedish myself, so please lmk if there are any inaccuracies

Lars’ dad Erik Lindstrom first met his wife Meja when they were both university students in Sweden. They were a perfect match, and they decided to immigrate to Minnesota in the United States to start a new chapter in their lives

Meja Lindstrom unexpectedly and tragically died when she had Lars. This caused his dad to go into a deep state of depression and grief that was never fully resolved 

Lars’ dad rarely spoke Swedish in the house, only during his occasional phone calls to his family back home. This unfortunately led to both Lars and Gus not knowing how to speak Swedish

Lars had found his mom’s CD, a compilation of ABBA’s greatest hits in Swedish. He never listened to it though, for the feelings would be too painful for him to process

After Bianca’s passing and many long sessions with Dr. Berman, Lars finally decides to fully live his life without fear and self-isolation. This includes learning how to speak Swedish

He first meets you at the local library. You were both standing in the Foreign Languages section; he was searching for a Swedish for Beginners textbook, while you were looking for a Spanish for Working Professionals one

“Woah, I am so sorry! Are you alright?” you exclaimed. 

Lars was walking right by you when you bumped into his shoulder as you stood back up from searching through the bottom shelf. 

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” Lars’ face turned beet red when he saw that he clumsily ran into a beautiful girl like you. He remembered what Dr. Berman had asked him to do: notice a detail about a stranger and then strike up a conversation about it. 

“Do you—do you speak Spanish?” Lars was pointing at the book you were holding. 

“Yeah, I studied it in college but I’m still brushing up on my skills so that I can talk to the customers at my work.” You sweetly smiled at the brunet man.

“That’s amazing! I wish I spoke another language,” he mused.

“What language are you learning?”

“I’m, uh, learning Swedish right now. It’s actually supposed to be my heritage language but my family never spoke it at home,” Lars revealed to you.

The two of you quickly hit it off and Lars asks you out on a date to watch Spider-Man 3 at the movie theater right as you walk towards the library’s exit with him

You help Lars to finally move out of the little converted garage next to his family’s house and move in together to your own comfy apartment

While cleaning out the house’s basement, you find an old cookbook full of Swedish recipes (that were thankfully written in English). Lars’ only introduction to Swedish food was the food court at Ikea, so you decide to make Swedish meatballs over egg noodles as the first dinner at your new apartment

When Lars takes his first bite of the delicious noodles, he starts tearing up in front of you. You quickly run over to the other side of the dinner table to embrace him and soothingly kiss his forehead. While he could never taste his mom’s cooking, he felt like she sent you instead—his beautiful angel who loved him unconditionally and understood everything about him

Lars always plays Swedish lessons tapes in the car during his drives with you to the lake. You both repeat the phrases but laugh at each other when you butcher the pronunciations

Lars takes you to the Midsommar Celebration in Minneapolis when summer comes around. He looks so handsome in his white tunic and red vest wrapped around his soft tummy, while he says you look absolutely breathtaking in your colorful floral wreath headband and traditional white embroidered dress

You guys invite Gus, Karin, and their baby girl Noomi to have dinner at your shared apartment. When Lars sees you hug little Noomi on your lap and teach her all the Swedish phrases you’ve learned, he smiles brightly and fantasizes about having his own baby with you, with him teaching his kid everything about his culture that his dad didn’t 

After your in-laws say their goodbyes and head back home, Lars finally decides to dig out his mom’s dusty ABBA CD from the cabinet and plays it on the living room’s CD player

You dance to the Swedish version of “Honey Honey” with him in the living room, and he grabs your hand to twirl you around, now that he’s not scared to touch your soft, warm skin

He gently grabs both sides of your face with his large hands and gives you a sweet, loving kiss. It was his way of saying “thank you” for all the love and patience you gave him 

“Jag älskar dig, älskling (I love you, darling),” he says with happy tears in his eyes.

“Jag älskar dig också, Lars (I love you too, Lars),” you reply with a grin, your own tears falling down your face.

[marstheflower16]

How the Different Geese would cuddle their partners in bed

Featuring: Colt Seavers, Ryland Grace, Lars Lindstorm, Holland March and Ken

Pairings GN!reader for Colt,Ryland and lars, Holland X AFAB!reader and Ken X fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing and a bit of implied NSFW headcannons with Colt Seavers

Word count: 2.8k

Colt Seavers: The both of you are laying on your side, with you being the little spoon and Colt either resting his head against your shoulder or buried in your hair. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist, while the other is against your chest just holding you close to him while you sleep.

You will consistently be waking up in the mornings to find his finger brushing gently strokes just above your waistband and occasionally dipping into your sleep shorts/panties.

You blink a couple times, eyes still adjusting to the light coming through your window. You try to lift your arms up above your head to stretch but for some reason you couldn’t move them. You glance down and find a familiar pair of strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close. That's also when you notice a light tickling sensation just above the waistband of your sleep shorts.

You turn your head into the shoulder behind you, “Colt…we have work” You mumble but make no effort to stop him when his pinkie dips into your shorts.

“Yeah well… I don’t have work, we wrapped up all stunts yesterday so” Colt replies, pressing teasing kisses against your neck.

“Yeah well I still have work, usually the make-up artists are needed all days of shooting so…” You point out, still not making much effort to stop him, even when his whole hand disappears in your shorts. His fingers move to trace the seam of your panties.

“Mmm you still have a few minutes, I can be so quick~” Colt nips a sensitive spot on your neck. “You know I can get a lot done in that short amount of time

You snort and roll your eyes, “uh huh yeahh. That’s what you always say but it always ends with us late for work because you have a bad sense of time”

“Mmm maybe I do that on purpose” Colt teases, raising an eyebrow.” His fingers move your panties aside to allow him access.

Your breath hitches as he teases you with his fingers, “uh huh… Besides, you have the inability to be quick, you enjoy drawing it out too much.” You mumble trying to remember your argument, feeling way too light headed from his simple touches.

“Mmm sounds like a challenge” Colt purrs with the biggest smirk on his face as he shifts positions so you are pressed underneath him. You move your hand up to push a lock of blonde hair out of his face before it moves down to cup his cheek.

Colt shifts to press a kiss to your palm before leaning full into your touch. It’s right there in this moment when he has the most smug,confident smirk on his face with his eyes full of love and longing for you and only you that you realize you are most certainly going to be late for work. But you wouldn’t trade these kinds of mornings for anything in the world.

Ryland Grace: Often you and Ryland don't end up going to bed at the same time due to him staying up late grading papers or something similar. So you actually don’t know how it is when he goes to bed. Though in the morning you always wake up on your back, blankets upon blankets piled on the bed, that definitely wasn’t there before. While Ryland is flopped over laying his head against your stomach as his arms are wrapped around your middle, just snoring away.

‘Just one more test… one more test and i’m done.’ Ryland thought to himself as he went through grading the final student’s test. Today was the deadline to put in students’ final grades and Ryland had accidently procrastinated too long until the last day and was now stuck grading. But thankfully he was on the very last one, with 20 minutes to spare.

His eyes were drooping, as he stared at the computer screen, fighting with all he could to stay awake. He marked the final question, submitted it and prayed to every god he could that he didn’t make a careless mistake, but honestly at this point he was just glad he was done!

Ryland trudged up the stairs, half asleep into the bedroom. He stood there contemplating just sleeping in his regular clothes, too tired to put on pajamas but changed his mind when he was reminded of the lecture he got from you the last time he did that. So instead he just stripped down to his astronaut boxers (a gift you had gotten him) and crawled into bed, passing out the moment his head hit the pillow.

~~~

You wake up in the morning with a heavy weight on your stomach. At first you assume it’s your cat but a content purring beside your head tells you otherwise. You peek open your eyes and find your boyfriend fast asleep, resting his head on your stomach using you as a pillow as he's practically perpendicular to the bed.

You just quietly laugh at the strange position he has put you guys in but you stay just like that, gently playing with his hair as he softly snores away.

“Happy first day of summer Sweetheart” You whisper as Ryland snuggles into you, feeling like he could finally sleep for days.

Lars Lindstrom: Because of his touch evasion best believe you guys aren't cuddling. The most you may get to is sharing the same bed and interlocking pinkies from across the bed

But for the sake of the fic once he gets REALLY comfortable with you and your touch then you two are wrapped around each other the whole night, both of you on your side facing each other, your arms wrapped around his neck while he is pulling you close and wrapped around your waist.

“So then I told Margot, you remember Margot from work? Anyway I told her- Lars sweetie, are you okay?” You ask softly, interrupting your story when you notice Lars hadn’t followed you into bed and was just standing at the foot of the bed, eyes scrunched tight.

You quickly scramble out of the covers and crawl towards him on the bed, careful not to touch or startle him. “Sweetheart, talk to me baby, what's going on?” You ask softly, eyes full of concern.

Lars quickly mumbles something but it’s so low and jumbled you can’t make out what he is saying. “Sweetie, can you speak up? I couldn’t hear a single word you said”

Lars flushes, opens his mouth, closes it and thinks for a minute about what he wanted to say before settling on, “You know what it’s nothing, Goodnight!” He rushes out, clearly changing his mind on his original sentence. Before you could respond he turns off the only lamp lighting up the room and gets under the covers signaling that this conversation was over.

You just frown confused but decide to let it go for now, you know your boyfriend and know if it’s serious he will tell you when he’s ready and it would be best to just leave it be. You climb into bed, under the covers and extend your hand out above the covers and let it rest in the space in between you two.

You smile into the darkness when you feel lars’ pinky intertwin with yours as a simple way of connection. Sure it was small but to the two of you it was everything, with physical affection causing a sensation of pain for Lars any sort of physical contact was a small win. So when he suggested interlocking pinkies as you slept together, you took it as an accomplishment and a good step forward.

You were finally drifting off to sleep when Lars was suddenly whispering your name “honey… honey are you awake?” He softly called out.

You shift to your side to properly face him, “yes baby, what is it?” your voice groggy from your almost sleep. Lars jumped at the sound of your voice, not actually thinking you would wake up.

“Ummm… can- can I try something new tonight!” Lars rushes out in one quick breath, you could barely make out in the darkness that his face was all scrunched tight as if bracing for rejection.

You yawn but try to push past your tiredness, “of course baby, what do you want me to do” You ask, rubbing your tired eyes.

Lars bits his lip thinking this through. “Umm, just stay there and stay really still” He instructs. You raise an eyebrow but do as asked, trusting whatever he planed.

Lars shifts on to his side as he moves impossibly close to you, slowly adjusting you so that you wrap your arms around his neck as if in a hug. He moved so your legs were tangled together and to top it off he scooted down the bed slightly so you guys were now nose to nose. “There we go,” Lars whispers, signaling he was finished.

You softly smile and rub your nose up and down the bridge of his. “Larsy baby you are ok with all this touch?” You ask just to make sure but your smile is evident in your voice.

“Yep!” Lars says, so proud of himself “Over the past few weeks i’ve been noticing your touch doesn’t hurt anymore and this was the last test.”

You softly chuckle, yeah Lars has been more physically affectionate these past few weeks but you didn’t expect these were tests, but either way you were proud of this result. “Mmm I see, and what’s the final conclusion?”

“I love your touch just as much as I thought I would, I love everything about you” Lars states simply. You smile up at him before moving in even closer if that was possible. Lars relaxes into your touch and lets out a contented exhale. “And you are just as snuggly as you look”

Holland March: At night –especially when drunk– he 100% falls into the bed and buries himself into your chest, like face full of boobs. As soons as he makes contact he lets out such a contented sigh before passing the fuck out. Oh and he's also holding you close like you’re his own teddy bear.

You are laying in bed, just reading your newest book in a series when you hear a loud thump, silence than yet again another thump followed by a loud “Fuck!” from the hallway just outside your bedroom. You let out a sigh and set down your book knowing you are in for a handful.

Holland comes stumbling with a small scowl on his face mumbling something about stupid invisible stairs. But as soon as he sees you his face instantly breaks out into a huge grin “SWEETHEART!!” He calls out rushing towards you, clearly very drunk. Holland goes over to give you a kiss but you push him aside.

“You’re drunk.” You state plainly, shooting him a glare.

It s’not my fault….” Holland pouts as he dramatically drops down, resting his head in your lap. “Healy took us out drink’in cause of job well done which rarely ever gets done… and then and then…”He pauses forgetting what he was going to say while you just snort knowing damn well it wasn’t Healy that took them out, he was still getting used to drinking again

“Oh! Then there was the bet I lost but uhh well-” He smiles at what he can remember of the crazy night but then instantly pouts when he remembers he’s trying to play into this sadness to earn your sympathy. “But now I'm here! With you my pretty girlfriend and that’s all I’ll ever need.“ He sighs wistfully. “Hey did you know I love youuu”

You just roll your eyes half in annoyance, half with affection. “Yes yes I know, I love you too” You say helping him up off you so he can change out of his suit.

It takes a lot of effort and distractions to get him out of the suit and strip him down just to his boxers. Even more of an effort to try and get him into pajamas so you settle for this.

Can, can you do something for me!” Holland asks suddenly. You give a tired sigh just wanting to go to bed. God you loved your boyfriend he was just a mess and a handful when drunk

“Yes baby what is it?” You ask exhausted.

Holland chuckles to himself, “I love when you call me that.” You make a motion telling him to proceed. “Oh yeah! Can you sit on the bed”

“Will this get you into bed faster?”

“Yes yes! I promise just do as I ask please” Holland pleads. You roll your eyes but settle on the bed, “mk mk lay on the bed under the covers but them not covering you” he instructs, words getting slower as he gets more tired. You do as asked laying on the sheets but the blankets not covering you.

Before you could react, Holland is on you. Laying in between your spread legs resting his face in your tits as his hand wrap around your middle “mmm perfect” he mumbles before passing out

Honestly you aren’t shocked by this anymore but instead are just glad he's finally asleep.

Ken: The man (doll?) is most definitely laying starfish on the bed taking up the whole bed. If not that then he is laying fully on you just completely covering you like a blanket or vise versa, either way someone is used as a blanket.

“Sooo I was thinking you should stay the night” You suggest, rocking back and forth on your feet.

“Why would I do that?” Ken asks with a bright smile on his face.

“You know, because we are boyfriend and girlfriend and I want to spend the night with you” You explain.

Ken ponders that for a moment. “What does that do with anything?”

You open your mouth to say something but shut it thinking better of it. You instead just grab his arm and drag him towards your new dreamhouse.

“Where are we going?” Ken asks, happily following after you.

“My dreamhouse, we are having a sleepover”

“Sublime!!!” Ken exclaims with a fistpump that you can’t help but giggle at.

You guys make your way to the dreamhouse and head upstairs to settle into bed. “Ken I’m just going to change into pajamas then I’ll come right into bed” You say before slipping into your closet.

“Ok i’m all ready, what do you-” You pause at the sight in front of you. Ken has stripped down to just his white boxer shorts with pink hearts scattered on it and he is lying face down on the mattress, his arms and legs fully extended out and taking up the whole bed. “Ummm Ken you do know I have to sleep on there too”

Ken lifts his face that was buried in the pillows “Uhh I know duh, it’s a sleepover for a reason” He says with a laugh as if you were the silly one. He gets up and off the bed allowing you to get in first.

You raise an eyebrow at him as he just watches you just settle into bed. “What are you doing baby?” you ask skeptically

“Nothing, nothing just waiting for you to get situated” He says with a small shrug but a wide grin.

Once fully settled in he gets in on his side of the bed and under the covers. Then he moves over and lays full on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your shoulder as his full body weight collapses on to you. “Ummm sweetie?” You groan under him.

“Yes, pretty girl, what is it?” He asks simply, lifting his head so he can actually see you.

“Uhhh… what are you doing?”

“Ummm cuddling you… what else?” He says, scrunching his nose up in confusion.

“Ah… I see…you know normally you don’t put your full body weight on someone smaller than you, it gets really uncomfortable.” You supply. Ken just nods along like he completely understands, “Uhh sweetie?”

“Yes, pretty girl?” He asks cheerfully

“I can’t breathe baby. Can you please get off.” you say helping him get what you were trying to say.

“Oh… oh you meant that as in right now! Oh sorry!” He says scrambling off of you with a small pout. He rolls over so he’s now on his back, still taking up a majority of the bed.

You just chuckle and roll over so you were the one laying your head on his chest, your leg thrown over his. “There we go, that's better” You say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Mm no.” Ken pulled you further so you were fully on top of him, his arms thrown around your waist, holding you like his favorite stuffed animal. “Now it’s better. “

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