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[yearningforsolitude]

ryland grace who loves spooning sex first thing in the morning :(( he just feels so close to you, your back pressed to his chest as he fucks you all slow and lazily, sleep still clinging to your bones. one hand is splayed on your stomach while his other arm is under you, his hand reaching up to hold your throat. there’s no pressure behind his grasp, just the need to hold you close and steady as he ruts up into you. pressing his nose into your hair and breathing in that fruity shampoo that drives him absolutely crazy. he’ll nip at your bare shoulder with his teeth before soothing the irritated skin with soft kisses. sliding his hand from your stomach to in between your thighs, using his fingers to rub precise circles against your clit when he knows you’re about to cum. he groans as he cums with you, his warm breath fanning out against the shell of your ear as he spills inside of you. the two of you go still, neither of you moving for a few moments before he finally makes the first move, his hand traveling from between your thighs to your hip, giving the flesh a light squeeze. “let’s go get cleaned up, yeah?” he’ll hum, his voice all deep and gravelly from disuse. then he’ll take you to the shower, the water running all hot over your bodies as he uses a washcloth to gently clean your skin for you :((

[thiccbeef]

Oh my god congratulations on all your followers!!! You deserves them all!!

Could you please do “is that my shirt?” With Lars? And have the tone be fluffy/smutty

Please and thank you!!

-Mars/Iris

I want Lars to lock in

Warnings/tags: smut obvi like pure smut, lars doesn't realize his own strength, cockwarming :), lars in love, not editing at all

Word Count: 1346

You were in his bed, waiting for him to get home from a long, hard day at work. The blankets and pillows were tantalizingly soft, caressing your bare legs with clean, fluffy fibers. It was tempting to just lay down and go to bed, but Lars was going to go crazy when he saw you like this- dressed in his shirt. Only his shirt. 

It wasn’t even late at night, only 6:30 pm, but the neverending hell that is a midwestern winter casted the sky in inky, black darkness. It seeped into the small apartment, chilling your skin with a coldness that only Lars could help. He should be home at any second, and you would be waiting for him patiently in his bed, a soft sweater draped over your body as if you were a piece of art. 

He would lose it. 

It was only moments later when the click of a lock sounded throughout the living room, followed by the opening and closing of the door. His soft, soothing voice echoed down the hallway, announcing his arrival. Adjusting yourself on the bed, you remained silent, using it to coax him down the hallway in search of you. Footsteps trail closer, growing in noise before the door clicks and opens slowly, prevailing you to Lars. 

“Oh!” 

The door slams shut and Lars releases apologies, not understanding how intentional the exposure was. 

‘I’m sorry! I should’ve knocked, I’m so, so sorry.” 

“Lars, baby, it’s okay. Come in I have a surprise for you.” 

The door squeals back open painfully slow, revealing the blushing, mortified face of Lars. He stands still, biting his lip as his eyes pinch open and closed. You can see it, the way he adjusts his hands to cover himself in embarrassment and shame. The growing bulge almost looks painful as it presses against the front of his jeans. And you watch as he shimmies, palming himself down as his eyes look at anywhere but you. 

“Lars,” his eyes flicker towards yours, “look at me, baby.” 

His chest heaves as his eyes take in your body, trailing your exposed legs and landing on his sweater- only his sweater. A stutter of surprise escapes his lips as his mouth falls open, pathetically gaping at your exposed body, so tantalizing sweet and teasing. 

“Come here, Lars.” 

He takes timid steps closer, never breaking contact as he stands in front of you. A single button comes undone at the top of the sweater, exposing the swell of your breast to him. He whines and leans forwards, hands clenching as his sides as he stares. 

“Is… i-is that my shirt?” 

“Yeah, baby it is…. do you want me to take it off?” 

“No!” 

“No?” 

There’s no reply from him and you sigh, bringing your hand up to palm his soft, thick thigh. It twitches under your hand before he groans loudly and leans over further, looking you in the eyes as he silently asks for permission. He captures your lips with his immediately, sighing and moaning into your mouth as he moves against you. It’s desperate and messy, your teeth clacking together as spit beings to drip down your chins. 

Your hand moves up, grabbing him by the tie before you pull him down on top of you, relishing in his weight pressing down and warming you. Moans and gasps escape his lips as his tongue slips out, moving with yours as he ruts into your bare leg, desperate for contact against his aching cock. 

“P-please…” 

Desperation looks so good on him. He’s shaking on top of you, kissing you like a man starved as begs for more. There’s no reply so he takes things into his own hands, trailing his lips down your neck, leaving a trail of spit as he kisses and sucks at your skin. It draws wanton moans from you and, without realizing it, you buck against him, pressing his large, aching cock against your core. 

It’s then he notices you aren’t wearing anything else.

He groans loudly and his head snaps up, looking up at you with lidded glassy eyes. Cold, hands grasp at your legs, pulling them open as he settles in between them, still maintaining eye contact. Without missing a beat, his hands move up, unbuttoning the sweater completely and exposing your breast to the chilly air. Your nipples harden in the air and he can barely resist, taking one into his mouth as he suckles and moans around the bud. 

“Lars!” Your hands thread into his hair, pulling and kneading as he bucks into the bed. He loves it when you play with his hair, especially when he draws such pretty moans from your lips. “Lars, please!” 

A wet pop echoes through the air as he moves back, shifting up your body as he meets your lips again. The kiss is even more desperate than last time and he thrust into your core, his clothed cock slipping against your dripping folds. 

“C-can I? Please!” 

“Yes, please Lars” 

He doesn’t even bother removing his clothes, only zipping down his pants and freeing his red, flushed cock. It probes at your entrance for a second, gathering slickness on the tip before he sinks in slowly, moaning and whining at your hole clenching around him. When he’s fully seated inside of you, he pauses, panting against your mouth as he twitches and shakes. Your eyes flicker open, watching as a single tear escapes his lips before he moves, slowly pulling back before roughly thrusting back in. 

If anything, Lars is a gentle man. However, in the moment he forgets his strength, deliciously fuckign into you with unrestrained power as he desperately seeks his own pleasure. 

“Oh my god, Lars!” 

He growls and shoves his face into your neck, breathing loudly as he pounds into you like an animal. It’s so good, it makes you see stars, no matter how pathetic and cliche that sounds. He’s fucks like a man starved and desperate. Desperate to make up for years of lost touch and love. 

“Lars, please… p-please kiss me!” 

A whine escapes his lips and he moves back up, capturing your lips with cold, soft lips- panting and moaning into you. He can only hold it for a second before he breaks, resting his sweaty head on yours as he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him deliciously. 

The coil builds and you cry out, hands scraping along his clothed back, searching for something to hold onto. He recognizes your cries and he leans backward a fraction, moving his fingers down to circle your clit. It draws a squeal from your lips and  you clench around him, cumming around his cock as you scratch at his back. It draws a loud groan from him and he whines as he cums, spilling his seed into your pulsing hole. He whispers and growls through it all, praising you and declaring his love as his face slips into your neck. 

“I love you, y/n. I l-love you, I love you.. I love you.” 

He doesn’t remove himself, instead enjoying the feeling of your walls fluttering around his softening cock. Touch may have  hurt him in the past, but he relishes this feeling of pleasure now, after so many years of endless pain.

“I love you too, Lars.” 

Lips press against your neck, gently worshiping your skin. Hands trail up your waist before they shift over, his fingers playing with the open edges of his sweater. He pulls back and looks down at it, eyes trailing over your exposed chest, barely covered by his clothes, and then down towards where the both of you are still connected. 

It’s soft and reverent. 

Without saying anything, he leans back down and presses a kiss to your sternum before nuzzling in, closing his eyes as he lays his full weight against you. You don’t say anything, only play with his hair as the both of you bask in the afterglow of sex. 

Note to self: wear his clothes more often. 

[ken-dom]

Lars who still struggles with touch but being in a relationship with you has him so pent up he gets a flashlight but he needs you to use it on him because he can’t cum when he does it on his own

(This is the same anon who sent the court asks with the dr but you got me in a lars mood for now 🥹)

Oh my god….. oh my god….

I got a bit carried away so it’s a bit longer than my usual ask response, so I’ve put it under a readmore.

Content: afab!reader, orgasm denial kind of — Lars is denying himself due to touch sensitivity, mutual masturbation, attempted masturbation, fleshlight fondling, use of said fleshlight on Lars! 🔦

He loves your hand wrapped around him, but he can only deal with it for so long before he needs a break so it gets really frustrating for him. He loves when you guide his hand on himself too, which is easier most of the time, but it’s still touch, and he rarely comes because it just gets a little too overwhelming.

He’s heard about fleshlights from Kurt at work, so thinking about it one night after another failed attempt with you, he orders one online wondering if it’ll feel better than his own hand, if it’ll feel more like your touch, but manageable.

When it arrives he rips the box open, pumps some lube into it and then just… touches it for a while… his thick fingers tracing the shape of the entrance, wondering if that’s anything like the way you might feel. He’s touched you down there, sure, but briefly and only over clothes.

Swallowing hard, he slips a finger inside, pumps it a few times, the lewd sloshing sound and the wet feeling around his finger causing his cock to twitch. He pushes another finger in.

He wishes he could do this to you right now. The longer he plays with it, the more it starts to feel wrong somehow.

He unzips his pants, the slick opening pressed to his glistening tip, but he can’t bring himself go through with it. He needs you.

So he calls, tells you in a needy, husky voice that he needs to see you as soon as you can get to him — and of course you arrive within the hour, finding him red faced and a little shaky, unable to meet your eyes as he kisses you, intense but brief, and whispers, ‘There’s something I want to try.’

Handing the fleshlight to you, he sees your eyes light up as you look it over and dip an exploratory finger inside it yourself. You ask if he’s sure he wants this, and he nods desperately and whines out a desperate little Please-

You hold it still while he guides himself inside, relief relaxing him against you as you start to move it gently, careful at first, to let him get used to the sensation.

It’s not the same as your hand, and he imagines that when he’s ready to fuck you for real it won’t be the same as this either. But for now it’s squeezing around him just right, tight and warm and wet with lube, and you’re here, and all he wants is to chase the feeling.

After a minute or so he’s fucking into it hard, face buried at your shoulder, fingers gripping at your clothes, moaning and panting and whining so prettily until he comes so hard he cries out loud enough for the whole town to hear. You’re sure Karin’s curtains will be twitching at the very least, but you’re safe here, inside with the door locked and the drapes closed.

His chest heaves as he comes down, collapsing into you and whimpering a little at the sensitivity. But he recovers pretty fast. After all, he has years of this feeling to make up for.

And with that, he suddenly has the confidence to slide a hand inside your pants, tentative at the waistband, fingers pausing as he asks, ‘Is this ok?’

You nod, breathing out an eager, ‘Yes.’

[ken-dom]

I’m not entirely sure if you’ve done this yet but: the Geese Boys and their biggest kinks? Maybe their favourite/go to kink, or one they’re too embarrassed to even bring up with their partner?

I’d bet my left tit that 90% of them have a praise kink lmao

∘₊✧ Biggest kinks with;

Sierra Six / Holland March / Lars Lindstrom / Ryland Grace / Driver / Henry Letham / Ken

Please tread carefully! This covers lots of different kinks that I’ve tried my best to list below. If you’re unsure please don’t look - dead dove do not eat etc. etc. Shout out to @heresthestorymorningglory AKA The Sixpert, whom I consulted for thoughts on Six and as usual served the hottest Six tea – you’ve her to thank entirely for the Six thoughts!

Content: nsfw, various kinks included here so proceed with caution!, hinted erectile dysfuntion and premature ejaculation (the ken-dom big two), relinquishing control, edge play, praise, kissing kink, voyeurism, Driver is kinda creepy (yet more ken-dom classics), masochism, smoking, role play, katoptronophilia (mirror sex), masturbation, fingering, gn!reader, afab!reader (Ryland) 

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∘₊✧ Sierra Six

Although it takes Six a while to trust, when he does, it becomes quickly apparent that his kink is relinquishing control. To him, this is the highest form of intimacy – completely baring himself to you. While it doesn’t come easily to him, when he’s able to let you take the lead, sex has never felt so good. The way he moans and whimpers, it’s like nothing you’ve ever heard from him before as you gently instruct and guide him through his own pleasure, and teach him about your own. He sheds a tear as he comes undone, harder and more intensely than he can ever remember, and will just want to be held afterwards, snuggling into you feeling safe and loved.

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∘₊✧ Holland March

Holland is partial to a spot of edge play. It doesn’t always work out; sometimes he can’t keep it up, sometimes he comes after no less than one edge. But it’s all in good fun, and it’s not all about him – he loves to keep you simmering all day if he can. He  teases here and there until he’s fingerfucking you in the kitchen just right, and as you’re about to clench around those slender digits he’ll slip them out, lick them clean and go make a sandwich. Only when he’s finished his impromptu lunch will he pick up where he left off and so the day continues on that way. Then there’s those nights he’s just fascinated with your pleasure, switching between eating you out, fucking you, fingerfucking you, and stopping short every time until you’re shaking and absolutely begging for him. He’ll always make you cum in the end, though, more than once, hard and preferably screaming his name.

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∘₊✧ Lars Lindstrom

Lars is a sucker for role play. He’d never have thought it himself, being so shy and all, but it turns out that playing pretend isn’t only fun, it can be such a turn on. He can lose himself in the story or the character, slowly worrying less about himself and what he might be doing wrong, loosening up to really enjoy the sensations instead of focussing heavily on fear of his touch hypersensitivity spoiling the moment. Of course, that’s still very real and something to be considerate of, but role play helps him feel comfortable enough that it doesn’t completely consume him. He loves it when you dress up like one of his favorite characters – it feels so naughty and only makes him want you more. And when he does the same for you, he feels closer to you than ever. It’s a really intimate way to get to know one another, a shared little secret for only the two of you that strengthens your bond further than anything he could have imagined. Lars feels very warm and loved when he thinks of all the nights you share planning out and acting on your secret ideas together. Although he doesn’t realise it can be classed as a kink, auralism is another one that applies to Lars. Hearing you moan for him sends him to Heaven and back every time. Sprinkle in some dirty talk for him and he’ll all but pass out on the spot.

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∘₊✧ Ryland Grace

Katoptronophilia is Rylands vice. He realised he came harder when he watched himself jerk off in a mirror and learned the word for the kink after searching online forums to see how common it is. When he wants to explore this kink with you, he will sit you on his lap, legs spread, his long fingers spreading your folds and dipping inside while he bites and sucks at your neck – all in front of a full length mirror so you can see exactly what he’s doing to you. After you cum, he’ll watch your reactions in the reflection as he fucks you from behind, losing himself in the visuals.

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∘₊✧ Driver

Of course, Driver has a kissing kink. He isn’t even really aware that it’s a kink, he just knows what the feeling of soft lips and a warm, wet tongue against his does to him. Especially when there’s intention behind it, romantic subtext… mmh. He gets lost in those kinds of kisses to the point of coming in his pants, sometimes even just from fantasizing, and he’s perfected kissing to the point that he can get you pretty close, too. He also likes to watch or listen, learning about what you like purely from observation. He’s patient, and he isn’t above listening through the wall, but when you finally get together, he will guide your hand between your legs and lift an eyebrow at you, silently asking for you to show him what you like while he memorises every part of your pleasure, mostly for when he’s ready to fuck you so good you’ll forget anyone who came before him, but also partly for himself – he’ll jerk off in the shower about it later, imagining that you’re listening to him though the wall, now.

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∘₊✧ Henry Letham

Henry enjoys a little pain. It’s not the same when he does it to himself, that’s for different reasons, but if you were to put a cigarette out on his bare skin after a heated kiss, he would moan so prettily. Wax play comes into this too, although that’s more about feeling anything rather than feeling pain. The contrasting heat and cool sharpens his breath and has him suddenly in tune with every sensation in his body. He sees it almost as art, pouring the burning liquid onto your flesh, watching you pour it on him like paint on a masterpiece. The intense sensations help him to know he’s really here, and the psychological edge makes it extra thrilling. It's all a little bit messy and dark, just like him.

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∘₊✧ Ken

Ken has praise kink written all over him. He wants nothing more than to please you, for you to be happy with him, to know he’s done a good job for you. You know what it does to him and sometimes whisper some affirming words in his ear when you’re out somewhere together just to see him blush bright pink. When you breathe, ‘My good Ken,’ in his ear while he’s fucking you, he bites his lip so hard to try and keep his peak from approaching too soon. Continue on, ‘Just like that, you feel so good, don’t stop! You’re so good at fucking me just right-’ and he’s a gonner. Still, he will ask you to explain what you liked about it in detail after, still seeking the high of your praise while you play with his hair and tell him how pretty he is when he comes for you.

[ken-dom]

U might’ve written this already but imagine after having sex with lars for the first time (or first few times) he gains all this confidence and fucks u so loud and good hellooooooo

I ended up writing 1.4k words inspired by this so it's under the readmore! I wrote something similar in the early days called Possession, where it's Lars's first time but he really goes for it, much like that tumblr post that goes around every now and then about the quiet, calm boyfriend who releases pent up anger when he fucks you... Lars... anyway, this one's less possessive and more just him exploring his sexuality and pleasure

Content: nsfw, afab!reader, first times, touching over clothes, mutual masturbation, p in v, very light very soft dom Lars (so light, and so soft), fluff

The first few times with Lars are tender. You take it slow, mindful that the wrong kind of touch, or too much of it, could be painful for him.

He's comfortable enough with you to kiss, to hold hands, to cuddle (with clothes on), but recently you've started to ramp things up a little when you make out.

A handjob over his trousers first, dry humping when he wants to be closer, and eventually his hand slipping inside your underwear while his face turns from a furrowed brow to his eyes almost rolling back at how much pleasure he can bring you with just his fingers. And then when your fingers wrap around his length and bring him off in the softest, most gentle way he could ever wish for, he gains quite the appetite.

Removing clothes is the next stage. It starts with just a few of his layers, but he knows that when you finally go all the way together, he wants you bared to one another. He wants to feel every part of you against every part of him.

And when that time comes, it's a little clumsy and very careful, but it's sweet and unhurried and broken up with languid kisses and breathy, nervous little laughs. It's exactly how you always imagined it would be.

When he finally enters you, cautious, it's just a few thrusts until he's gone, unable to hold back the orgasm tearing through him at how intense this feels. You, wrapped around him, tight and wet and warm, your gentle sighs of pleasure at the way he's stretching you, and the way he feels so safe? Like he can be vulnerable with you? It's too much. It's not enough.

The next time, he lasts longer. He wants it to last longer. He wants you to come while he's inside you, wants to watch your face relax into bliss as he rocks his hips and you ride out your release on his cock.

And thats exactly how it happens. Soft and slow as your breath mingles with his, steaming up the small space between you, and he only lets go when he's safe in the knowledge that he's taken good care of your needs first.

It becomes fairly routine after that. Not in a boring way - rather, a pleasant and exciting part of your routine with him and you wouldn't change it for the world. Neither of you can get your minds off it, and each time you finally get together again, theres a certain anxious tension in the air over dinner, followed by relief when you finally get to washing the dishes and know you'll be dropping one another's clothes to the floor in a matter of minutes, bodies entwining in the most delicate way.

Most of the time, the dishes end up half done and discarded, and one time you just let dinner burn, your appetite for each other much stronger than the fish dinner in the oven.

Then one night, something feels different. Lars seems different, like something is bothering him, but when you ask, he brushes it off even though the concern on his face tells you he can't let it go.

You don’t press, trusting he will work it out in his own time, and if he needs to share, he will. When the time is right.

'Do you trust me?' he asks quietly when he's clearing his little two-seat table by the window.

'Of course,' you reply without question.

He breathes through a nervous smile. 'Would you be okay with me... I mean, could I-' 

He gives up on getting the words out. You avert your eyes to give him space and he disappears into the kitchen.

You give him a minute, hearing him mutter to himself as he rinses the dishes before joining him at the sink.

'Whatever it is, you can tell me,' you reassure him. 'It's okay.'

Lars takes a steadying breath and switches off the tap, turns to you and stares you down with an almost dangerous glittering behind his eyes, one that you’ve never seen from him before.

The air shifts around you as he leans in, the kiss rough and commanding, his big strong hands grabbing to hold you in place as his tongue pushes past your lips and takes complete control.

‘Like this?’ he breathes as he pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours.

You feel tiny in his embrace and you’re breathless already, swooning in his arms.

‘Yes. Just like this,’ you agree, and he picks you up so easily, allowing your legs to wrap around his waist while his mouth claims yours again, until you’re at his bed where he places you into position and crawls over you.

He doesn’t let out small nervous laughs or avoid your eyes as he takes your clothes off one item at a time. Instead, he practically tears them from your body before ripping off his own, impatient and… dominant? Two words you never would have associated with your calm, quiet boyfriend. And god it’s hot.

Lars licks his lips when he sees the way you're already so wet for him, and pushes himself inside with one rough thrust. It burns a little as you adjust to his size, used to him working you open for a while first, making you come once or twice before he thinks about his own pleasure, but he’s simply taking what he needs now and you clench around him at how authoritative he suddenly is.

‘You feel so good,’ he whines, moaning at the way you’re wrapped around him. 'Taking me so well- mmh-'

His hands grip tight to hold you still beneath him as he fucks into you, harder and faster than you thought him capable of. Little growls and loud grunts lace his every breath, the headboard slams against the wall, Lars’s teeth scrape at your throat as he kisses and sucks and bites wherever he can reach.

He doesn’t let up until you’re moaning and writhing from within his grasp, when he breathes in your ear, ‘Does it feel good?’ And you can barely formulate a response.

He lifts your legs, moving you where he wants you so effortlessly, pinning you at an angle that makes his eyes roll back.

And he's loud. God, you’re used to his little moans and embarrassed whines, but this? You’re surprised he isn’t alerting the closest neighbours. You suppose he’ll be embarrassed later, but right now it’s so tasty you just relish in it.

And then he moans, ‘Mmh, you feel so good, fuck-’

You clench around him immediately; you’ve never heard him use that word before and it’s so hot you’re not able to hold off your release. You claw at his back as your own arches off the mattress, and Lars fucks into you all the harder to see you through it, a surge of pride and confidence filling him as he watches satisfaction spread through your body.

His own release follows, a guttural cry tearing from his throat as he unravels, snapping his hips against yours, slowing as he begins to come down.

He collapses onto you then, almost sobbing as he tries to catch his breath. Your bodies are hot and sticky, he’s still buried inside, and he begins to feel a little overwhelmed and very overstimulated.

You sense it almost before he does, attuned to him as you are, and try to push him up and beside you, gently.

'Did I hurt you?' he rasps as he settles on the bed, squeezing his eyes closed.

'Not at all. Are you. okay?'

He just nods first, then, 'That felt so good.' He says it as though he's done something wrong.

'It did,' you agree. 'You're so hot when you take charge like that.'

Lars's cheeks heat up again, he huffs out a disbelieving breath and you can see he's trying to figure out how to process that compliment.

‘Come on, let’s go shower,’ you suggest, and he finally looks at you.

‘Together?’ His hair sticking to his forehead and off in various directions, and he looks mildly rattled.

You smile. He's so cute like this, you think, but you say, ‘Lars, after that, I don’t think we’ve anything left to hide from one another, do we?’

He can’t help but smile back, although he averts his gaze in that shy, apprehensive way you always found endearing.

‘Okay,’ he says, meeting your eyes again. ‘How about we watch a movie and cuddle after? Y'know, if you want to stay...’

‘Sounds perfect,’ you agree, kissing him softly.

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[bimbosicko]

DOGGY WITH LARS

cw : doggy, ooc lars, nsfw mdni ⋆˚࿔ blurb | 420 words ۶ৎ based on this post! this is so shit, bro. i really wanted to write something just like this with colt or ken but this ended up so badly i decided to wrap it up early.

your back arched hard; lars groaned at the sight of you. tits heaving and thighs shaking from the fact that he had already made you cum twice with his thick fingers before pounding his aching cock inside you.

“ah! ah!” he whined, thrusting. “i missed you; i missed you so bad." his words were slurred, as if his tongue and lips were refusing to cooperate.

your face was pressed against the pillow. your breathing came out in short, ragged gasps, chest rising and falling urgently as you desperately tried to fill your lungs with air. it was as though your body was refusing to cooperate with you; your eyes were puffy and watery, your eyelashes fluttering gently, and you could feel your own hips twitching up involuntarily as your walls clenched around him in an almost desperate manner.

“i missed you too." you could hear the rawness in your voice, husky and low as it rasped with every breath. “i— fuuuck,” just as you were about to speak again, lars silenced you with a deep, hard thrust, his thick cock filling you open.

“you feel so good, bug,” he murmured, voice raspy and uneven, nodding as if talking to himself. his hips never slowed. “don’t you? so good.”

the sounds of his dick plowing in and out of you in squelching noises filled the room, each snap of his hips hitting the back of your pussy. mouth hanging open against the pillow as drool seeped into the cotton. you didn’t even notice. all you could think at the moment was the force of his hips pistoning inside you.

you strained to lift your head up; you knew lars was about to cum. maybe it was the fact that his hips faltered slightly, once. then twice. his cock pulsing deep inside you like a warning and you needed to see his face.

your hair was disheveled, lips slick and glimmering with saliva where they'd been pressed into the mattress. your eyes met lars's ones. one of his hands, which had been previously holding your wrists down, pulled away slowly and gave a tiny, wobbly wave.

you buried your face into the pillow again, trying very hard to stifle your laughter. you lifted your head and, despite knowing better, matched his wave. fingers mimicking his gesture.

“hi lar— oh fuck,” you moaned, greeting long forgotten. your eyes rolled back as he reeled in his hips and shot hot ropes of cum deep into your cunt, pouring deep inside you.

[larsandthewritergirl]

Lars and baddie gf

Now make them long distance and internet gf and bf

Now make them sext

Now make them phone sex

Now make one of them desperate and whiny as hell or both of them we’ve established baddie is down BAD and Lars is loud I’ve decided

Goodnight that’s a lie I’m still here xoxo

🫧

Oh this is making me insane

Them having phone sex and Lars is instructing her what to do and he can hear her whimpering and moaning and he can her how wet she is through the phone so he's just laying in bed stroking himself while he instructs her how to touch herself and asking her how it feels while he's praying that Karin doesn't pick the phone up again and hear them on the line wowow 🚬

[cyber333angel]

making a video with dex and doing the “me and my current bf” prank and he actually gets mad asf 😭 turns your phone off and makes you retake the video and everything

[the-ghost-bird]

If daredevil producers could see this: we need dex all suited up, rubbing one out because he's been at the sniper post for hours and he's bored and the target won't show up, so bro literally has one hand on the rifle and the other down his pants I WANT HIM PATHETIC. GIVE ME THIS! I DEMAND IT!!!!

[lordescult]

freezer bride, your sweet divine

author's note: sorry for the quick ending. this was sitting in my drafts for a week and idk how to end it so i just ended it.

masterlist.

word count: 1,275

plot: you get a traumatic brain injury but your fiancé is hard at work helping you remember your life.

warnings: reader has amnesia. i LOVE PATHETIC FBI MANIPULATOR DEX. manipulation. implied and slightly described stalking. potentially dead dove in a way. minors DNI. reader and dex are not really together if you couldn't tell.

you were kneeling with a box of your things in his apartment. you didn't recognise a lot of it and looking at it was making the wound on your head throb like crazy.

it made you feel so off-put, you didn't know why. your stomach would twist and your mind would scream and it all went straight to stabbing you in the eyeballs.

"baby?" dex's voice came from the other room. the door opened and there he was. he looked worried, ready to chastise you again for forgetting the rule about doors. "why's the door closed?"

you turned, head on the bandage on your head in mind-numbing contemplation. "i forgot," you tried your best at looking apologetic.

closed doors weren't allowed when you were injured, apparently. sure, fine, that made sense. you had been getting dizzy really easily and sometimes vomiting, all side effects of whatever pills you were on and a traumatic brain injury.

yesterday, you had fallen on carpet. you were convinced he was going to chain you to the bed.

he didn't say any more about it, his gaze catching the box. "any luck?" he asked. his hand twitched at his side like he wanted to touch you, comfort you in your confusion. then, he did, still standing above you, his hand moved to press your head to his thigh as he rubbed your head, to comfort you. certainly, this action was for himself, obviously.

his fingers found your scalp, threaded through your hair. he began to rub firm circles, the kind of pressure that usually made you melt. you would assume. you wondered how different you were since the accident.

"nah," you sighed. you let it happen, you didn't hate it. you didn't know what you liked either. "i still don't recognize anything, it's all just... stuff."

"that's the amnesia," he said. "things don't feel familiar. it's disorienting. it's supposed to feel wrong."

you didn't respond, moving your head off his thigh to pick up a scarf that you grimaced at.

his hand didn't leave your head, he just moved with you. his thumb brushed the shell of your ear, tender and what you imagine to be loving. "brains are weird and you're still healing. give it time."

you went for jogs most days. if you didn't jog on a given day, you would still walk.

he liked going with you, even if you didn't know it. and didn't know him.

you didn't know him yet, not really.

you'd only crossed paths a few times, he was in FBI SWAT and you were a whole other team. most recently, you smiled at him once, when you were on his floor to meet with someone else. but that's not where it started, it was training. you were at quantico together.

he told himself he was just working up the nerve to speak to you, it had just been a few months of this. watching your routines.

he watched from just slightly down the street as you left your building. you always looked both ways before you started down the street. he would wait ten seconds before following you, at most, he was thirty yards behind you.

you turned onto 11th avenue. the light was red, you looked both ways, like you always did. but that delivery truck came out of nowhere.

he didn't even hear you scream, didn't hear a sound. he didn't know if that was just his body's reaction to seeing you hurt, or if it was the reality of what happened. silence.

blood pooling from the back of your skull, your hand twitched like it wanted to reach for it, but your eyes were fluttering shut. he didn't evne remember running towards you, shouting about calling 911. he almost was ready to pick you up and carry you himself, preparing to run you to the nearest hospital.

the emt almost didn't let him come with you. he thought of you, alone in the hospital. so he said he was your fiancé.

he didn't know why he said it. why didn't he say boyfriend? why not husband?

when you had been unconscious in the hospital, he had went to get a ring. he didn't know why. he didn't know you'd wake with amnesia. maybe he thought he would propose later, take this as a meet-cute opportunity more than anything else.

until they told him you didn't remember him, the man who brought you in, who everyone believed was your fiancé, then another plan formed in his mind.

when you woke up days later, he said he found it where the accident happened and slid it right onto your finger.

"dex... maybe i could sleep in your room tonight?" you had been sleeping in the guest room. for your comfort. you sounded so shy, unsure.

his thumb paused against your scalp and you felt it immediately. but then he started rubbing those slow circles again, steadier this time, grounding himself more than you.

“you wanna sleep in our room?” he repeated.

he was also correcting you about what he wanted to believe. or maybe it was more about what he wanted you to believe. and he was your only tether to the truth of your reality; you had forgotten everything else, and the only things that you knew about your life, your personality, your likes and dislikes, came from his lips.

his room? no. it was our room.

"we could just try it tonight, maybe? see how it goes?" your expression almost turned embarrassed as you looked up at him. "i keep waking up not knowing where i am. maybe i would just feel better if you were... beside me, i don't know."

he stared at you. he imagined you in his bed so many times it made him sick. so many scenarios ran through his head from before the accident, most of them making him stiff in his pants.

when he would watch you through your webcam through the laptop you forgot to close when you passed out, or through your bedroom window. he wondered what the weight of you against him would feel like, what the sound of your voice sounded like at 3 a.m., he wanted to know if you would curl up against his warmth, or turn away from it.

it wasn't crazy for him to think about this. he already knew your coffee order, your jogging routine, among the many other routines in your life he used to mould his around just to catch a glimpse of you.

"yeah," he breathed, a bit too fast. "yeah, of course."

that night, he tries to be perfect. he keeps his distance, careful not to overwhelm you like he hadn't been petting your head like a dog earlier.

the mattress is firmer than the guest room's. the pillows smell like his laundry detergent, like him. you wonder why, if this is your shared room, it doesn't smell you?

he lies down on his side, keeping space between you. "all good?"

you nod, staring at the ceiling, you try to relax, but you feel a prickle on the back of your neck. the same feeling you get when you're being watched in an empty room.

in the middle of the night, you wake up. you feel him, right behind you, his front pressed to your back, one arm draped heavily over your waist. he's breathing slow against your hair, but just a little off. is he pretending to sleep?

his arm feels less like an anchor and more like a lock. when you shift, his arm tightens out of some reflex. his body automatically locks up in panic when you pull away from him. just as quick as his grip tightened, he's relaxing again.

"shh," he whispers, voice thick with false sleep. "go back to sleep, baby."

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Hiii could you write Dex with an insecure girlfriend? Like her mentality is so “He’s so handsome why is he with me” and stuff

Not hiding anymore

Benjamin Poindexter x fem!Reader

warning: insecure reader, fluff

The thought followed you everywhere these days. It slipped into your head whenever Dex’s hand settled at the small of your back, whenever women you don’t know glanced at him a second too long.

He was beautiful. His face, his body, fuck, everything about him was beautiful. The way his face harmonizes together. Just… everything!

And then there was you.

You had spent so much time convincing yourself that he would eventually realize he could do better that you had almost started treating it like a fact rather than a fear.

Dex noticed the change before you ever said a word. The way you looked away whenever someone complimented him. The way your pulse jumped whenever you caught the eyes of a stranger on him. Lust written all over their faces.

You were sitting together on the couch when he finally spoke.

“You’ve been avoiding my eye contacts.” The statement caught you off guard. It shouldn’t catch you off guard because you knew that he over analyzed everything.

“What?”

“You’ve been doing it for twelve days.”

“Twelve-” You blinked. Has it really been that long?

“Twelve.” There wasn’t even a hint of uncertainty in his voice. You stared at him for a moment before looking down at your hands. Dex waited until you said something but nothing followed. Eventually the words slipped out of your mouth.

“I don’t know.” A blant lie. You knew why you had been avoiding his eye contact for so long.

“You do.” You swallowed and look down, not wanting to meet his eyes. He knew that you know the reason for all this. And for a second he thought that he was the problem.

“It’s stupid.”

“I didn’t say it was.” Yeah thanks Dex…

His expression remained the same, silence stetching between you. Then quietly you admitted it.

“Sometimes I don’t understand why you’re with me.”

The room became so quiet, it felt uncomfortable. You immediately regretted saying it.

“It sounds ridiculous, I know, but you’re…” You laughed weakly. “Look at you, Dex.”

His eyebrows pulled together. You continued before you could stop yourself.

“You’re attractive and confident and people notice you everywhere we go and I just keep thinking one day you’re going to realize you settled for me and leave me.” You stop to take a deep breath before you continued. “Like maybe you just haven’t noticed yet that I am not the person you want to spend your time with.”

For a second, Dex simply stared. Then he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees.

“You think I haven’t noticed?”

“What?” You frowned but you’re not completely shocked.

“I know exactly what you look like.” His gaze stayed fixed on you. The bluntness of the response made your face heat immediately.

“Dex-” He cuts you off before you can say anything further.

“No.” His voice wasn’t harsh. Oh my, it was anything but harsh.

“I know what your face looks like when you’re trying not to laugh. I know how you wrinkle your nose when you’re annoyed. I know the sound of your footsteps compared to everyone elses and I know how much you love taking care of stray cats.” His eyes never left yours while he was saying all these beautiful stuff. “I know you always move closer when you’re tired even though you pretend you’re not affectionate.”

“I notice things.” The statement carried a weight that made it impossible to argue with him.

“You act like I ended up here without me wanting it,” he continued quietly. “Like I somehow missed all the other options.”

A bitter laugh escaped you. “That’s not what I-”

“It is.” His jaw tightened at the thought of you putting yourself down. For the first time, something vulnerable slipped through his body “And it’s wrong.”

“I chose you.” The words landed harder than anything else had. Dex reached for your hand. His thumb brushed across your knuckles.

“If I wanted someone else, I’d be with someone else.” You looked down.

“But-”

“No.” He cuts you off again but this time firmly. You looked back up to find him already watching you.

“I don’t stay where I don’t want to be.” There was something almost painfully honest in the statement. You know that Dex is honest. He wasn’t the type of person who remained out of obligation. He never had been and never will be.

“So stop deciding what I should want for me.”Your breath caught. His fingers tightened around yours.

“I know exactly who I’m with and I love where I am.” For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then, quieter this time, he added. “And for the record, every time you look at me and wonder why I’m with you, I’m usually wondering why you’re still putting up with me. Why you’re with me.”

You stared, trying to process everything he just said. Dex immediately looked annoyed with himself for admitting that. Which somehow made you smile and the tension finally eased from your shoulders.

“What’s funny?” His eyes narrowed slightly.

“You are funny.”

“That wasn’t a joke.” He sighed.

“I know.” But when you leaned against him a second later, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer without a word, holding you there with the same certainty he’d used all evening. He gently kisses your temple and rests his head against yours.

“You’re it for me. Never say that again about yourself.” He quietly said. “Never hide from me anymore.”

[cyber333angel]

dex liking it when you choke him..

like especially during hate sex and you’re riding him, looking him in the eyes and trying to stay angry at him for whatever it was he did but your face keeps contorting into pleasure.

your brows all furrowed as you slam your ass down on him and his snide grin turns into a light chuckle because he knows you won’t stay mad at him for long. and you get mad all over again just from that reaction, an irritated look on your face when you move your hands from his shoulder to his neck. you aren’t pressing on it just yet, only ghosting over it gently and you cock your head to the side as if to give him a warning. your boyfriend only swallows, moving his hands from your waist to place over top your hands and makes you put pressure on his neck.

dex calmly tells you something along the lines of don’t back down and to show me how mad you are, and of course you can’t say no to that when he pissed you off. so you press harder on dexs neck with both your hands touching each other as you roll your hips on his cock, looking him in the eye as choke him.

you swear he gets harder just from that and it turns you on so much more, chasing your orgasm as you watch dex smile and get more red as you ride him harder.

[striatoncitytoilet]

(repeated like a mantra while rubbing my temples) i will stay silly and not allow the world to make me bitter and cruel. i will stay silly and not allow the world to make me bitter and cruel. i wi

[strangelure]

thinking about trying to break up with fbi!dex, tears overflowing his swollen and puffy eyes, all hiccuped sighs and pleads of "please, i can't fucking do this without you" or "i- i can be better, i can be good, i wont do it again, i swear baby" and he's on his knees, pathetic and vulnerable but also just plain manipulative too, hugging both your legs in a vice grip, like he's not letting you leave the apartment unless you tell him things are gonna be okay again, if you try to wring free from his grasp he just tightens his hold until you gasp at the pressure, until you whine "dex, you're hurting me-" and he looks up at you with sickly resentment and agony in his eyes, his voice raw and broken when he answers "you're hurting me too"

[yunyuu]