Hidro

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[hidr-0]

18+ MDNI

#BeCringeBeFree

Welcome to my blog where I'll post my rambles writings and random thoughts inspired by specific pieces of rygos media and others! I mainly write xF/Gn! Reader but I am open to CanonXCanon and Crack/Crossships too.

Posts may contain suggestive themes so read at your own risk. (　＾▽＾)

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My lovely beta reader and number one supporter: dorkacsak 🫶

About me:

Pansexual and gendefluid, I prefer They/Them but am comfortable with any pronouns.

I turned 19 in january!

Alex

I write to express myself and my thoughts in a legible and enjoyable way and to entertain others with my ideas (hopefuly)

English is not my first so please be ready for typos/grammar mistakes.

At the moment I write for rygos characters, mostly from the movies I have already seen:

The Fall Guy

Project Hail Mary

The Nice Guys

The Gray man

Lars and the real girl

Barbie

Please feel free to interact! (　-∀・)

[imjustkenough]

i’m on my period and i can’t stop sobbing over how adorable Lars is. that’s my sweet baby angel i just want to hold him and kiss him all over

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Ex!sexworker!Reader and her boyfriend virgin!Lars.

Lars is an eater. (〃´▽`)

Word count: 1.1k

Type: Fluff and Smut

Explicit! Read at your own risk!

It’s been almost a year since you started dating Lars. You fell head over heels for the sweet man, his apprehensive smile anytime you tried to flirt with him. Or how red he’d get from the smallest bits of praise, his gorgeous blue eyes squeezing shut as he tells you to keep going. But that’s the furthest you have ever gone. Holding hands took you a while, so did hugging and cuddling, but you never minded, waiting patiently for him to reach out first, to hold your hand when he felt like it, or draw you into his warm embrace. When the topic of your previous job came up, you didn’t try to sugarcoat it, you told him what it was, that you needed the money and that it got you through some tough times.

He was utterly shocked at how you seemed to talk about it so casually, when in his mind, it was the most intimate thing he could even imagine. Feeling a person wholly, experiencing them in their barest form, and then trusting them to do the same. He was, of course, very bashful. Stuttering over some of his words and only asking very vague questions about the how and why of it all. He never said it, but he didn’t have to either, it wasn’t hard to guess that with his situation, he’s never had sex before. He knew what it was obviously, seen some of it from the videos Kurt definitely shouldn’t have been watching at work. And you didn’t mind that either, just gently enveloped one of his hands in your own as you explained what it was like for you.

How people thought you were damaged goods and the expected disrespect against sex workers in general. It had him fuming, but also incredibly upset and sad for you. When you tried to joke about it he of course tried to laugh with you, but he made sure you knew he’d never see you that way. That it didn’t make you any less in his eyes, and he still saw you as the wonderful person he’s met and is here for it with him through it all. As the person who held his hand for the first time so tenderly and lovingly he didn’t need words to know you loved him just as much as he loved you.

From then on, he was even more determined to work on finally being able to have you, to make it memorable not just for himself but for you as well. He might have done some research on his computer that he prayed about on each Sunday, where you sat next to him unaware of just how many things he had to repent for for the week. He wanted to be ready, feeling embarrassed about his inexperience compared to you even though you assured him multiple times that it was more than okay, that it was actually normal, and that you weren’t expecting anything from him that he wasn’t ready for.

But that was the problem. He felt ready. Has been feeling more and more secure about it ever since the two of you had that talk. And while the process also involved many instances of you grinding down on his lap or your hand wrapping around him through his briefs and making a mess of it. He wanted you to feel the same! So when he told you he was ready, you didn’t expect him to spread your thighs and drop to his knees. Or to start pressing his lips into your skin all the way to the delicate lace of your panties. Both of you nervously blushing as he placed an unsure kiss right on your centre through the fabric. It was already better than whatever you’ve imagined because it’s so sweet and yet still filthy and so Lars.

Your hands were already balled into the sheets as you focused on keeping yourself still, to let him explore and learn at his own pace. But God, no wet dream could even come close to the sight of him kneeling between your legs, pupils blown wide to take all of you in. He brought a shaky hand up to pull the garment off, and you’d think he was teasing you with how slow he was if you didn’t know any better, his eyes following it all the way to your ankles before tracing back to your now exposed core. He let out a trembling sigh before leaning back in, placing another kiss in the same place before he tilted his head back slightly to lick your juices off his lips.

The strangled moan he let out made you concerned he might have been in pain, but before you could ask, he dove in with full force. Licking a long strip down to your wet entrance and gathering as much as he could before he pushed his tongue as far as he could. It was all new and exciting, the softness against his mouth, the smell of you as his nose pressed into your clit, and the feel of your thighs pressing into his head from two sides, so all he could focus on were your eagerly pulsing walls and muffled whines. You were truly beginning to doubt he had no previous experience, your plans to gently guide him through failing as fast as he got his mouth on you.

He was ecstatic whenever he found a new spot to abuse, unrestrained moans flowing out of him when he was rewarded with a twitch of your hip or any noise indicating your pleasure. His lips came up to lock around your already too sensitive bundle of nerves, and you came with a high-pitched moan of his name, legs locking around his head and suffocating him in you. He didn’t seem to mind, continuing to work on you until your legs fell slack onto his shoulders and you gently nudged him away from yourself. You looked into his eyes, blue irises almost entirely swallowed by darkness as he took deep breaths, cheek resting against your leg and mustache still glistening. You smiled sweetly at him, drawing him back up so you could taste yourself in a kiss.

You sneaked a hand all the way down to his crotch ready to return the favor when you were met with a wet patch and him already spent. You broke the kiss to truly take him in, amazement seeping into your every feature. If that was the case, you’d make sure to properly thank him next time. You could only wonder where he learned all of that from, but couldn’t complain one bit. This was all so him that you couldn’t help the chuckle before you returned to his lips. Could he be any more perfect?

Hope you enjoyed!

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Got some new headers and reworked the masterlist (^3^)/

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No but imagine it's your first time making out with Lars, like you have kissed before but never really more than a peck and you just couldn't stop yourself this time and ended up sucking at his bottom lip. All of a sudden he pushed you off saying he has to go chop wood, and you just sit there dumbfounded before you noticed his raging hard-on. Lars who felt like such a pervert from getting hard from just kissing and had to get rid of it somehow.

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Sex pollen in space!

I wrote this already half asleep so it might not be my best work yet. (^_^;)

Word count: 2k

Type: Smut

Explicit! Read at your own risk!

You have known only each other for the few months you have been forced to live together on the Hail Mary, and the two of you didn’t get along too well to be honest. You were a pilot, and he was a scientist. With very few memories to share, the two of you had to resort to your instincts, doing what felt right in the heat of the moment. Which often ended in arguments and bickering. Just like now. “How could you open it just like that?” You yelled at him in frustration. A few hours have passed since you approached the gigantic alien spaceship. Maybe approached is a strong word, the thing basically chased you down despite your best efforts at trying to pilot the ship away. So now here you are, in the lab with the strange container, which you still don’t understand the mere existence of, and which was in containment now. But of course, someone had opened it previously to have taken said precautions.

So now the two of you were both feeling the effects of whatever strange powder had escaped the cylinder-shaped object, and they were getting worse by the second. It started with you yelling at him, and of course, he did so as well, and the two of you kept getting closer and closer to each other, louder and louder about how reckless and obnoxious the other was until you were in each other's faces, when you realised you were both sweating, unusually so, orange jumpsuits were long shed off and tied around each of your waists. “We need to run a full panel on both of us.” You ended the argument, your tone stern and final. With that, you stormed off to do exactly that, not wanting to listen to another word from him. He looked offended and a little confused.

“Yeah okay!” He answered with as much frustration in his voice as he could manage, before turning around and walking to the furthest part of the room to do the same. You both worked in the tense silence, only interrupted by the occasional clatter of equipment. He was the last person you were ever going to see, the one you would have to spend the rest of your hopefully not-so-short life with, you couldn’t help but worry a little. Also maybe because you were supposed to save humanity, and if both of you died before that, they’d be kinda fucked, but mostly because you wouldn’t know what to do without him. You hated his guts, and he hated yours, but you were also stuck together light-years from any other human, so the two of you made an effort to at least try to understand each other. And despite him being an egotistical asshole, he was still incredibly smart, and somehow managed to make you laugh with his awful science puns sometimes.

You also couldn’t deny he was handsome, although it could have been that he was the only other person on the ship and you were just desperate. His stupid shirts that you rolled your eyes at each time you saw them a little too tight around his biceps, stupid glasses slipping further off his nose the longer he spent hunched over his work bench, blue eyes focused on whatever reaction was happening in front of them, his stupidly perfect hair that you wished you could card your fingers through, to feel how soft the blonde strands were. His stupid lips and how close they were to yours just half an hour ago and just how plump and kissable they looked, his nose, and how it would feel while you ride his-. Oh God. No you couldn’t be thinking about him, but the more you tried to deny it, the more similar images flooded your mind, and the hotter the air around you became.

Once you were finished running all the tests, you were rather disappointed. They showed no traces of drugs in either of your bloodstreams, only elevated body temperature and heart rate, which you were both beginning to feel. “So we don’t know what it is, but it is for sure something.” He stated as you were pinching your nose, trying to will certain thoughts away, and it was starting to prove to be difficult. It was getting harder and harder not to stare at him, the way the beads of sweat were tracing his muscles, having to take big gulps of air to cool yourself. You also noticed his eyes tracing you similarly, your lips, your neck, and chest before quickly snapping back to your eyes. You could see a certain heat behind his eyes, maybe from the hate and frustration, or maybe from something else. The two of you stood in silence for a few seconds before lunging at each other.

The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet, it was all tongues and teeth smashing against each other as you jumped at him, arms wrapping around his neck and coming up into his hair to tug at it. He came up to wrap around your waist, one hand grabbing a handful of your ass and helping you wrap your legs around his waist as he sat you down on the work bench. He practically growled into the kiss before starting a path down your jaw and to your neck, lips locking around your sweet spot and sucking until a small red bloom formed. He repeated the process over and over until you were covered in them, along with a few soft bite marks. You were a panting mess, tacky jumpsuit long drenched with sweat amongst other things. “I still think you're a fucking idiot.” You snarled at him as he separated from your abused skin to admire his work and only smirked before pressing a knee between your legs.

You jolted in surprise as an unexpected moan fell from your lips. You only frowned at him in response as he leaned back for another kiss. “You’re letting this idiot do a lot of things, sweetheart.” He smirked, and you wished you could wipe that cockiness off his face. He went back to his previous task, movements now feverish as he quickly ripped your shirt upwards and off your body, and as much as you thought you despised him, you lifted your arms to help him. He placed a few wet kisses right down your sternum until he reached the offending orange piece of garment. He unzipped it all the way before tugging it off your legs and falling to his knees to place kisses on your knee, then slowly making his way to your thighs which you eagerly spread for him, right down to your aching core. Your hands returned to his blond locks to pull him closer. He looked up at you, eyes still gleaming with that burning desire in them right before they turned back to focus on the task right in front of them.

He dove in without hesitation, holding your panties to the side as he lapped at you, lips locking around your clit and giving it a harsh suck, making you moan out loud and roll your hips into him in return. He moved his mouth against your folds so perfectly that you almost started to doubt that the two of you didn’t know each other before being sent on the mission. Maybe it was the strange powder you inhale, or just the man himself, but you felt the familiar feeling building up inside of you faster than ever, and before you could even warn him, your vision turned white as you came with a loud whine of his name, hands balling into fists in the poor man's hair as you arched your back, head thrown back in ecstasy. As you slowly returned to your senses, the first thought in your head was that this was the hardest you had ever come, and that if you didn’t have him inside of you right now you'd go crazy, despite the small shocks of pleasure still buzzing through you. He seemed to be having a similar thought, both of you wordlessly working on getting him out of his clothes as well.

Argument and life-threatening medical situation long forgotten and you both getting lost in the touch of the other, you finally managed to take a moment and admire the other. He looked disheveled, hair in all sorts of directions like a strong wind had blown through them, breath coming out heavy, his pupils so big they almost covered the mesmerizing blue of his iris, his body aching and dripping just for you. You guessed you probably didn’t look any different, most of your clothes long forgotten and thrown to some dark corner of the lab. He met your eyes after the pause which felt like an eternity but was probably only a few seconds in real time, looking for the last bit of confirmation in yours. You nodded, head weakly lulling back and forth, and he didn’t waste a second lining himself up and slowly pushing in. You both let out a moan at the feeling of the other as wholly as possible, the dizziness taking over you as you could only focus on one thing your body was screaming at you ever since you’ve been hit with the alien drug. Ryland. He was obviously on his last straw, a quickly fraying one as well, because the moment your breathing calmed a little, he grabbed both of your thighs in a bruising grip and slammed back into you with his full length.

Already a little out of it, you fell forward and held onto his shoulders as your whines and whimpers spilled freely from your mouth, nails quickly digging into them as he repeated the motion over and over, building his pace up. He looked to be just as lost as you, glasses fogging up as his forehead came to rest against yours, quick puffs of breath hitting your face between moans and whines of your own name. It was almost like he lost control of his own body completely, upper body slumped against yours as he kept snapping his hips against yours. His hand on your left thigh wandered to the small of your back and pushed you a little closer, encouraging you to arch it and shifting your hips in a way that made him hit a new spot inside your already sensitive walls, making you squeeze down on him. He hissed at the feeling, head falling onto your shoulder as he quickly decided to bite into it to ground himself. “I-I can’t” He all but begged you, hand still on your leg slipping down to rub at the bundle of nerves. That was the last push you needed before you collapsed fully onto him, walls clamping down around him and your nails drew all the way down to his hips, marking the soft skin as stars burst behind your shut eyelids.

With a last few thrusts, he came inside of you, pulling you flush to himself as you felt warmth flood you, filling you before spilling out and slowly trickling down. Both of you just stood there, breathing heavily into the other as you came down from your highs. Holding onto the other as it all slowly sank in. You found his eyes already staring into yours, maybe to make sure this was all real. He carefully pulled out, and you whined at the feeling, overstimulated and still in shock as he apologised. Your legs felt too weak to stand on so he cleaned the both of you up and helped you get to the sleeping area. Once you were both settled, his head on your chest, eyes already half closed, you looked down at him with a coy smirk. “So you can admit I was right.” You teased. He just let an exhausted groan into your skin, pinching your side which got a yelp and a giggle out of you before you both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

A singular can of monster powered me trough the last two all nighters, wish me luck yall.

[hidr-0]

In which you and Lars discover you are his exception. (And more)

For some reason I like writing firsts with this guy, he's so sweet I wanna smooch him so bad. ( ´∀`)

Word count: 1200

Type: Smut and Fluff

Suggestive at places!!! Read at your own risk

It was another cold winter night in your little town in the midwest, when everyone huddled a little closer to the fire and wrapped their blanket a little tighter around themselves. Luckily, you had your wonderful boyfriend, Lars, to keep you warm on this chilly evening. He invited you over after work to bake something together and then maybe watch a movie, his small apartment much cozier and easily heated by the fireplace than yours.

You were both settled cozily under crocheted blankets on his bed, focused on the movie as you enjoyed each other's silent but comforting company. You didn't even notice your wandering hand until it was somehow fully covering his. As you turned your worried gaze to Lars you noticed he was already looking your way, he didn't seem to be in any sort of pain, his expression mirroring the shock in your own. You were about to draw your hand back when he slowly turned his over and enveloped your own.

"It doesn't burn." He stated, excitement obvious in his voice as it wavered slightly. You let out a huff of air in pure disbelief as you gently squeezed his hand encouragingly. He had to blink a few times to calm himself after the sudden and new emotions steadily surfacing in him, but he couldn't tear his gaze from where you connected. The two of you were playing it safe right until now, only touching over layers upon layers of clothing. The warmth of his larger digits interlocked with yours, being able to feel the calluses on his palm, an evidence of all the time he spends chopping wood was all new and exciting for both of you.

You wanted to feel more of his skin against yours, quickly becoming addicted to the sensation, as well as being so vulnerable yet hopeful and seemingly just as eager as you. You slowly brought your other hand up, making sure to wait for his approving nod as you lightly grazed his cheek, which turned a rosy color in response, followed by him taking a sharp breath as you let your palm fully rest over it. A moment later, you noticed a genuine spark of admiration and hope in his eyes as he leaned further into your touch. You cautiously brought your thumb to his mouth, slowly dragging along his bottom lip as he leaned closer and closer.

Your eyes zeroed in on the sight, mesmerized by how soft he felt under your touch. You couldn't wait any longer, and it seemed like neither could he, provided with enough proof that what only seemed to be a distant dream now was at the literal tip of your fingers. Both of you leaned in at the same time as your lips finally met his, an experimental peck at first followed by your lips slowly molding against his as you tilted your head. One of his hands, albeit slightly shaking still, came up to your shoulder, not pulling you any closer to himself yet, just to feel even more of you.

It was a sweet and slow kiss, although it didn't last long you both felt like it was an eternity before you separated. Your eyes opened to see his half-lidded ones staring back at you, eye brows furrowed. Oh what a sight he was. You dove back in, slightly more impatiently this time, still mindful of his inexperience to anything even remotely similar, but you couldn't get enough of this new closeness. He seemed unbothered, a small gasp leaving him as you moved your lips against his, allowing you to lick his bottom lip. Emboldened by his sudden rush of emotions, his hand on your shoulder slowly slid down to your waist, squeezing it as a way to ground himself.

You responded by shedding the blanket he offered you once you were both settled on the bed, before scooting closer to him, only needing to lift your thigh to straddle him now. He only responded with a small whine, which made you open your eyes to confirm it wasn't from pain. You didn't find any signs of discomfort, but did slow your advances down a little, not wanting to overwhelm him right off the bat. You kept gently moving your mouth against his. It seemed Lars had other plans though, as he easily dragged you onto his lap with the hand placed on your waist, the other still enveloped by yours. You yelped in surprise, breaking the kiss to check in on him.

“Oh my god.” He rushed out his whisper against your mouth just an inch off his. You could feel the very prominent tent in his pants that you were now pressing down upon. You couldn’t help the smirk creeping onto your face. His grip on your hip now bordering on painful as he repeatedly squeezed his eyes shut, his entire face and neck a bright red shade. You leaned down and placed a peck on his lips which got him to open his eyes.

“Are you okay Lars?” You asked, your thumb on his face gently sweeping back and forth, hoping the repetitiveness would help him focus. He just nodded. Knowing you wouldn’t get much more from him, you experimentally rolled your hips down, causing his to jump up, a soft moan escaping both of you from the pressure. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, already looking wrecked.

You repeated the motion which caused his head to fall forward onto your collarbone as a quiet moan tore out of him once more. Feeling high from the sounds he was making, you kept up the motion, gradually speeding up to where he couldn’t muffle his noises into your skin. Both your and his pants have formed a wet patch by now, friction muted through the multiple layers yet still sending tingles up your spine. You drew him back in for another kiss, feeling your release approaching steadily. Lars was close behind you, it was more like panting into each other's mouth than an actual kiss, but it didn’t matter to either of you as the bliss overtook your entire body, grinding down onto him a few more times before you collapsed on top of him, arms falling around his neck. He wasn’t doing any better, a series of loud whimpers followed as he came alongside with you, doubling the forming mess between you.

Once you came back to your senses, you tried to find his eyes, which were still shut, no doubt processing all that just happened to him. “Baby are you okay?” You cooed, drawing your hand away from his face and gently squeezing his with the other. “T-That was…” He opened his eyes, pupil blown wide still. You just smiled warmly before attempting to slide off his lap, but his large paw on your side tugging you back. “Just a few more minutes, please?” And how could you deny him?

I'm planning on writing for Ken next. Hope you liked it!

[hidr-0]

Omg thank yall , my first 100! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

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Phm sex pollen fic coming tonight hopefully🤞

[reidsstargirl]

(in fleabag's voice) I wanna fuck a priest

[hidr-0]

Heyy! I don't know if it's my phone but the links on your pinned post aren't working, just letting you know

Btw I love your writing!! <33

Byee

Oh my god thank you for telling me, it's definetly not your phone it's something on my end.

Thank you anon🫶

[hidr-0]

First four dates with Lars!

Hope you guys missed him because I sure did (ゝω・´★)

Word count: 1k

Type: Fluff

After you finally asked him out for the first time, neither of you could have been happier and more anxious. Planning your first date together proved to be quite a lot of fun, with many ideas that could be useful in the future, at the very least. You decided on a small dinner that you cooked together, radio playing in the background as you worked on the meal together. He would occasionally take your hand in his and spin you if a faster song came on, pressing kisses into your wrist while looking into your eyes, smiling into your skin before you had to return to your tasks. You ended the night with a movie and fell asleep on the couch, each with a knitted blanket wrapped tightly around you as you held hands.

The second date was similar, he invited you over to watch another movie, his choice, something he said he thinks you’d love. And he was right of course. It was perfect, equally funny as well as heart-wrenching in places. You couldn’t help but notice him staring at you the entire time, though. When you asked him why, he quickly turned his eyes back to the screen, a little embarrassed that you had caught him. Yet not too long after you noticed him looking your way again, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you slowly crept closer and closer to him. In one sudden movement, you turned and placed a kiss on his cheek before turning back to the screen. He was so red for the rest of the night he couldn’t even look your way again. It ended similarly to the previous one, with both of you sleeping soundly on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, hands intertwined under the blanket.

The third one was a nice change of scenery. Taking a walk through the forest and around the lake before you decide on a nice spot to lay your blanket down, and stargaze. It was early July, the falling stars appearing quickly before they burned away just as fast, the night air still a little warm around you as opposed to the cold ground, yet not warmer than Lars’s hand enveloping yours. It was a welcome change, to be able to hold hands and touch each other so casually without the gloves constricting you in colder months. You both pointed out each new trail quickly disappearing into the vast darkness to the other, making wishes as you giggle into the night just like you did when you were kids. Once you began to feel sleepy, you folded the blanket and walked back to your house. You invited him inside, and the two of you fell asleep on your bed, half-cuddling each other because of the heat and how easily you overwhelmed him still.

On the fourth, if you could consider it one Karin and Gus invited you over, just for a nice family dinner. Lars drove over to yours to pick you up. When you opened your front door however, you both froze. He looked delicious, hair slightly neater than usual, mustache trimmed, signature brown sweater over a t-shirt making you practically drool, even if it wasn’t a significant change. He seemed to share a similar opinion, his eyes traveling up and down your silhouette before he squeezed them together. You placed a hand on his face before drawing him in for a kiss, lips only pressed to his for a few seconds just to make sure your lipstick would leave a faint print on the corner of his mouth that you won’t bother to wipe. You made your way over to Gus’s right after, the lovestruck expression never quite leaving his face.

The food was, of course, delicious, and even though the conversation started off a little awkward and stiff, it became more enjoyable once you and Karin started chatting about how similar the two brothers truly were. They both went a little red in the face but were happy the two of you got along so well. She was such a sweet woman, you already knew she will be a great mother when the baby arrives. You talked about the baby, the nursery, and the toys they’ve already bought for the little one. You knew how much anxiety it caused Lars, and you sneaked your hand over to his resting on his thigh, and held it firmly. Even if you didn’t notice, the other two surely did how Lars was staring at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky the entire time, gaze not once leaving you. Once you were finished with eating, you offered to help Karin wash the dishes, and the two of you were alone in the kitchen, she told you she was glad Lars had found someone he truly trusted even after Bianca.

You were there through it all for him, and would do it again if it helped him just like the rest of the community, and that’s what solidified her trust in you as well. You waved them goodbye as you got into Lars’s car once again before he drove you home. He was starting to sleep at your house more often than at his, not that you particularly minded it, quite the opposite. Over the past months, you have been working on getting to a point where you could comfortably cuddle and he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, and discovered he was basically a giant teddy bear. He loved wrapping you in his arms as you fell asleep, his head sometimes a comfortable weight on your chest. He was also incredibly warm, and impossible to roll off yourself on mornings when you woke up first, often just having to accept your fate as he gently snored on top of you.

You just hoped each morning spent with him would be filled with just as much domestic bliss.

Let me know what you think!

[potatoplace]

(Wants to write)(doesn't know what to write)(has anxiety about writing)(anxiety gets worse the longer I don't write)(I'm dying)

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He always gets a little worked up after a stunt.

I finally have the time and motivation, wow(｡-ω-)

Word count: 0.5k

Type: Smut

Explicit! Read at your own risk!

You already knew what to expect, the two of you have worked and been together long enough. The adrenaline after a job well done, or one that went so terribly that they decided to cut it instead of refilming it still buzzing through his veins as he opened the door of your trailer and quietly made his way to your bed. “Hey baby” he murmured against your neck as you slid into bed next to you, his hands groping your waist and hips, feeling the warm soft flesh under his calloused fingers.

Still half asleep you only answered with a hum and turned onto your back to take a better look at him. He was still coated in dirt and what you hoped wasn’t his own blood as he pressed soft kisses into your neck, his hardness already pressing into your side as he not so subtly ground against you. He still smelled like sweat and the sand they had him rolling in for hours.“ ‘M sorry I just need you so bad.” he apologized between the wet sloppy kisses he was leaving on your skin. You lazily threaded a hand through his hair and pulled him away from you so you could look into his eyes. They were wild, pupils almost covering all of the blue as he looked at you with such desperation and need in them you couldn’t resist.

You trailed your other hand down to his hips, sneaking it into his briefs and wrapping it around him. A surprised moan followed as he buried his face into your neck, your hand moving up and down in a lazy rhythm as you tightened your grip, thumb coming to caress his tip before you slowly traced it along the vein, before coming back up again and pushing your finger into it just a little bit more. A little high on you and the adrenaline, the sounds he was producing in response were turning you on just as much, so close to your ear you practically drank up every whine and grunt that left him. “P-Please”

Your hand still carding through his blond strands slid down to his face, drawing him up for a kiss. He looked dazed, eyes a little glassy and utterly lost in pleasure as your lips met his, and he throbbed in your other hand as a response. It didn’t take him long to cover your hand in his release, twitching in your grip as you slowly pumped him through the aftershock. You pressed a few more kisses into his temple before getting up to get a towel to clean both of you up. When you got back you found him still lying in bed, already snoring. You just chuckled to yourself before cleaning him, slipping back under the sheets to wrap your arms around him before falling asleep as well.

This heat is beating my ass but don't worry I'll try to post more. Hope you enjoyed!

[hidr-0]

When you allow yourselves to finally enjoy the other.

I have so many drafts it's crazy at Hidro HQ rn. (^_^;)

Word count: 0.8k

Type: Smut

Explicit! Read at your own risk!

The two of you have been together for a few months now, Holland finally mustering the courage to ask you out after your 5th date. You took it slow to remain considerate even many years after the death of his wife. You understood how important she was and will always be to both of them, and you couldn't even dream of replacing her. He admitted it was all new to him again, it had been so long since he last had to think about how his tie would match a dress.

The first 3 dates ended with a peck, the next few with a sensual kiss, and it was becoming harder and harder to stop yourself after the makeouts since the two of you had become official. He was starting to get touchy, hands wandering from your sides to your hips and occasionally even lower while your hands came up to his face and hair, messing up the neatly combed strands. It wasn't any different when he invited you over again. Cooking dinner together with a nice glass of wine abruptly ending when you pulled him in by his tie to kiss him. He responded by throwing you onto the counter and grunting into your mouth as he pressed into you, hands coming to rest on your legs enveloping his waist.

Your hands each came up to rest on his face, one thumb gently grazing the stubble as you tilted your head to feel impossibly closer to him. His fingers on your thighs digging slightly into the soft flesh as you rolled your hips against him, feeling his hard-on press against you through his slacks. He groaned as he rolled your dress up to decrease the number of layers separating you as the two of you parted to pant against each other’s mouths. You looked up to see his pupils blown wide, and knew this was it. Months of restraining yourself, drawing back just a moment before it’d become too much, waiting for the right moment now finally making you both snap.

You busied yourself with loosening his tie and unfastening his belt while he slid your panties out from under your dress, fingers coming up to caress you without the fabric dampening the feeling of his calloused fingers against you. He drew his hand back to marvel at your wetness coating his digits and brought them up to his mouth to taste them. His lips wrapped around them as he licked it off with lazy motions of his tongue. Once he was satisfied with it, he drew you in for another kiss, slow but deep and sensual. You finally managed to push his pants down and free him from the last layer, both of you stopping to admire the moment, each breath coming out heavy and filled with anticipation.

“Ready sweetheart?” He asked, pressing hot and heavy against your thigh. You nodded hands coming down to brace against the counter as he slowly led himself between your warm walls. You both hissed at the sensation. “H-Holy shit…” he stutters out as his head drops onto your collarbone as you wait for the initial burn of the stretch before bringing a hand to his face to turn it up for a kiss. He immediately melts and lets a soft groan into the kiss before drawing himself out and pushing it back slowly. You moan as you feel every detail of him inside of you, warmth pulsing as he repeats the motion, this time faster to see if you could take it. Soon enough you are moving against each other in a desperate rhythm to chase your highs, high-pitched moans and whines coming from both of you filling the kitchen.

He lets his lips rest against your neck, the vibrations of his delicious sounds humming against your throat. He brings his hand to your clit and massages it in quick circles which makes you clench down around him, resulting in his hips snapping against your quicker and quicker, the coil in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter until it bursts and you come with a loud whine of his name, walls clamping down around him like vice. He follows after a few more thrusts, his hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure it was gonna leave a purple bruise to look back at fondly tomorrow. He slowly came to a halt, loosening his grip on your poor legs still shaking from the aftershock as he looked into your eyes with pure adoration and a soft smile curling at the corner of his lips.

You both just sat in the moment, coming down from your highs. This was gonna be a hard mess to clean.

I know it's a little short but I wanted to get it out. Let me know what you think.

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I know I said I said yesterday but I lowk haven't been feeling like it, I swear I get the worst writer's block when I plan to finish something on time 😭

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In which you help him process and overcome his grief and addictions.

I'll finish the smut tomorrow because I have so many ideas for him I just wanted to make him happy first.

Word count: 1.2k

Type: Fluff

You worked at a high school in a neighbourhood bordering the porn district of Detroit. Your job went as most people would expect it. Your students being exposed to such materials on an everyday basis making them want to act more mature than their age, their hormones already through the roof at this age, to put it lightly. Most of the girls dating men who are way older than them regardless of how well you’ve warned them about it. The boys discussing and sometimes even bringing their favorite magazines filled with lewd images.

Of course, there were exceptions, one of them being Holly March. She was such a bright student, way too mature for her age but smart and quick-witted. You’ve heard about what’s happened to her family and understood that children often have to grow up too fast in these situations. What you didn’t understand was how her father seemingly never did. The man was a wreck on fire to say the least. Barely showing up to parent-teacher meetings, and when he did he was late and most definitely drunk, or so you’ve heard from your co-workers. At first, you couldn’t help the judgment and resent him.

You made sure to pay special attention to the girl whenever you could, offering to help in any way you could, and she slowly grew to trust you. Once she offhandedly mentioned the reason behind the fire that took their house and you finally understood Holland's actions. Your negative feelings for him lessened as she told you a little more about him every day, starting to learn more and more about the detective day by day. One time Holly asked you to drive her home in the pouring rain as she couldn’t get her dad or his mysterious partner on the phone and didn’t have any other options. Your heart broke for her, so you did so without hesitation.

She invited you inside for a bit, offering to make you something in return, at first you politely declined but she mentioned her father was probably home judging by the lights already burning inside. You hesitantly accepted, only because you had a few words to say to the man about his neglectful behavior. And that’s how it all started. Maybe it was the whine in his voice as he apologised for not picking the phone up, or how he stumbled over his own two feet as he came up to the door to greet you both, making what you assumed to be excuses and placing the blame on someone named Healy. Either way, once the two of you locked eyes, yours filled with a frustrated determination, his with a sense of awe you couldn’t quite place, an awkward silence took over the atmosphere, only broken by Holly clearing her throat.

You quickly averted your eyes, he didn’t seem to notice it, a smirk appearing on his face as he leaned against a wall. You guessed the desired effect was to look cooler in front of you, but in all honesty, it made him look even sillier. The teen besides you just rolled her eyes before leaving for the kitchen, probably to fulfill her previous promise to you. You felt a little dumbfounded as all your anger vanished from you. It resulted in the two of you chatting and you soon discovered a charming personality under all the clumsiness and unawareness. A few similar instances later, which you were beginning to suspect were planned by his daughter, the two of you became something akin to friends.

And to your surprise, it actually turned out well. Dinner was already made and somehow not burnt by the time you arrived. He somehow managed all of it without a single injury, and his elegant attire remaining spotless was nothing short of a miracle.

He would actually listen to you, if he wasn’t so drunk or exhausted that he fell asleep, complaining about your job and everything that came with it whenever you felt hopeless about the situation. You, of course, returned the favor and helped Holly point out things in connection with his cases, which were often so blaringly obvious you wondered how he got dressed in the morning by himself. Then one day, he asked you out on a date. You accepted, you couldn’t deny that somehow he managed to worm his way into your heart with his unintentional charm and, despite what you originally thought about him, his unconditional love for his child.

And so, there you were, standing outside their door in your outfit carefully picked out for the date after an hour of contemplating whether it was too much for the occasion or not. However, all your worries dissipated as soon as he opened the door. He stood frozen for a moment, eyes gliding up and down your figure as he took you in. “Hey! You look… gorgeous.” He stumbled over his words, genuine awe and adoration lacing his words. To your surprise, it actually turned out well. Dinner was already made and somehow not burnt. He somehow even managed all of it without a single injury, his elegant attire remaining spotless being nothing short of a miracle. You just enjoyed each other's company by candlelight. You knew how hard it must have been to put himself out there even years after the accident, his guilt a frequent topic when he gets too drunk even by his standards, so you truly appreciated all the effort he put into this.

This being the two of you, your blossoming relationship, the courage it must have taken to ask you to be his girlfriend, “... and Jesus I haven’t said that in a while.” how he chose to trust you with his daughter even outside of your job. Similarly, he was eternally grateful you hadn’t given up on him the first time the two of you met, how you cared for him as a certain anniversary came around and he drank and drank and drank until you had to come over and take care of him while hungover and barely functioning while Healy took Holly to one of her friends' houses. The other man also became a great friend of yours, the two of you taking care of the dumpster fire Holland was. You were always honest about your view on his habits, and after a few instances where it actually caused Holly and even you to be in harm's way, he started taking it more seriously.

On your one-year anniversary, he’s more often sober than not and is capable of driving for short distances without needing a babysitter. You can see that he’s trying, and you couldn’t ask for more. Holly is less at edge school, not having to constantly think about a case or driving her father around constantly giving her the free time she deserves after putting up with him for so long. Ever since you came into their lives, you made it your goal to give them the happiness they deserved, and slowly, you've become an important part of it as well.

Let me know what you think!

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In which Ken finally notices you after so long.

Swear I'm gonna get the HollandXReader out asap but I've been so busy theese past few days. ( ´～｀)

Word count: 0.5k

Type: Fluff

At first, Ken didn’t acknowledge your existence you, too occupied with stereotypical Barbie to pay you any mind. Every day, you went to the beach to try to grab his attention somehow, with a glass of fresh lemonade, asking about his job, which you quickly learned was standing there and being pretty, or by always being the loudest one laughing at his jokes. He never seemed to notice your hard efforts though.

That was until the events of the Ken takeover and eventual fall. He was still devastated it wasn’t all about horses, or that he didn’t get to keep his mojo dojo casa house in the end, but his eyes were opened to a whole new world. And in it, were you. Fortunately, a part of being snapped out of your Ken-daze was getting educated on what women had to go through in the real world, and it made you realize that chasing after Ken had been a waste of your time. From then on you focused on yourself, spent time with the other Barbies, got another degree, and even picked up yoga classes with weird Barbie.

Wherever you seemed to go though, there was one constant thing. Ken. No matter where you went or what you did, he appeared. It was harder to forget about him when he didn’t leave your field of sight for even just a second. At first, you ignored him, determined to make him feel as you have, but your traitorous heart still leapt any time he looked your way, and finally, not just through you, but at you. He started talking to you, asking about your favorite things, and day by day, became more infatuated with you. How could you not care for the thing you have wanted the most? How could he have ignored you for so long, when you are everything he’s been chasing all this time and more? He became excited any time the two of you would see each other, drinking up every word and responding with a nod and wide smile even if he didn't quite understand what you were talking about. Determined to prove he was the best Ken around, he would get you anything you wanted, without you having to ask for it.

You forgot your sunglasses? Here, take the pair he definitely didn’t have on stand-by since day one. No shade to hide from the sun? He returned with a parasol not even five minutes later. The others asked if the two of you were together already, and it made you realize what he had been doing this entire time, how his puppy eagerness and enthusiasm won your heart back before he truly even lost it. That’s how the two of you ended up on the beach, taking a stroll in the sunset, when the two of you turned to look at each other at the same time. “Would you be mine?” you asked in the same beat which made you laugh in unison. From that day on, the two of you became the first couple in Barbie land. Doing all the cheesy things you’ve both learned from the human world, having movie nights where it was just the two of you. And you wouldn’t wish for it to be anybody else.

This might be aah but I needed to get the idea out of my head. Hope you enjoyed reading though.