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hi! i'm libby, she/her
i usually have one hugeeee obsession at a time and my posts will tend to revolve around that (currently is ryan gosling..and project hail mary)
taking requests for pretty much all rygos characters so please please pleaseeeee drop any ideas you have (smut, fluff, POTENTIALLY angst) and ill write up some thoughts…
i also love chatting with people on here so shoot me a message if you wanna ask me about something or just talk :)
hello 🙋♀️
i LOVED your ryland and shy reader blurb ☺️
it would be a shame if we were to get a part two… 😏🤔😎
it would be so awesome!!!!!!!
also here is a secret…
(IM THE ONE WHO REQUESTED THE ORIGINAL… i was just too scared to come out from my anon… but here i am bc i am brave and i like your writing a lot 😇)
OK BYE
ohhh yayayayayay im so happy you liked it! if you have any ideas for a part 2 PLEASEEEE send me them because id love to write it but i have such brain block at the moment and cant think of ideas😭
Inexperienced reader with holland or any of the rygos really
Holland would be so gentle and patient. He's a romantic and his first priority would be that you feel comfortable and special and safe when you're with him.
He's experienced, of course, not only personally since he was married, but also from years of working as an investigator dealing mostly with people in the sex industry, so theres not much he doesn't know about or hasn't seen.
With you, he will really take his time to ease you into sex. He never puts pressure on you, checks in regularly, and talks you through it. This also comes with a great deal of praise because he wants you to know how good you make him feel. So I've added a few little examples below!
nsfw, afab!reader, fingering, hand job, oral, penetrative sex, Holland using pet names for reader, premature ejaculation
omfg ive not posted writing in like forever guys i promise i will lock in asap im gonna try get through some requests when i get home
okay i lied i got home and got sad so um…writing will be done whenever i feel in the mood again sorry ily all
omfg ive not posted writing in like forever guys i promise i will lock in asap im gonna try get through some requests when i get home
i actually cant stop thinking about holland march and its becoming a problem
WHATEVER😒😒
Wrote this on discord and was encouraged to post it (shout out libby my beloved)
Have a little Older!NeighborHolland blurb everyone <3
smut ahead mdni as always
He's fixing his mailbox when you get home.
"Mailbox giving you trouble?" i you ask, stopping at the end of your drive.
He looks up. Those intense eyes drag over you—your outfit, your bare legs, the way you're clutching your grocery bag—and he takes a long drag of his cigarette before answering.
"Thing's older than I am." He taps the metal. "Falls apart every time it rains."
"Maybe you need a new one."
"Maybe I need a lot of things."
The silence stretches. He's looking at you like he's forgotten how to look away.
You should go inside. You know you should.
Instead, you say, "You want a beer?"
He stubs out his cigarette. "Christ, yeah."
He's in your kitchen, leaning against your counter, and you're acutely aware of how small the space feels with him in it. He's not even shockingly tall, but he takes up room—all broad shoulders and long limbs and that rumpled, worn-down energy.
You hand him a bottle. His fingers brush yours.
"So," he says, "neighborly visit, or—"
"Or."
He raises an eyebrow. Takes a swig. "How old are you?"
"Old enough."
"That's not a number."
"In my twenties."
He lets out a breath. "Jesus."
"Does that bother you?"
He looks at you. Really looks. At the curve of your hip, the way your top straps keep slipping down your shoulder, the way you're biting your lip.
"It should," he says. "But I've never been good at doing what I should."
Two steps and he's got you backed against the wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other still holding his beer. His mouth hovers near yours.
"Tell me to stop."
"No."
"Tell me this is a bad idea."
"It is." You reach up, curl your fingers into his collar. "Don't care."
He kisses you like he's been waiting to do it for months. Like he's thought about it, late at night, lying awake in that house next door. His tongue slides against yours, tastes like beer and cigarettes, and his free hand drops to your hip, fingers digging into the fabric.
"You're so young," he mutters against your mouth.
"And you're so old." You tug his shirt. "Keep up."
He laughs a surprised, breathless sound—and then his hand is sliding up your thigh, pushing your bottoms higher. His fingers find the edge of your panties, and he pauses.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, Holland."
He presses his palm against you, firm, through the cotton. You gasp into his mouth.
"Oh my," he mutters again. "Wet already?"
"Shut up."
He grins that crooked, infuriating grin and hooks his fingers into your panties, pulls them aside. His middle finger slides through your folds, slow, deliberate, and your head thunks back against the wall.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Let me hear you."
He pushes one finger in. Then two. Your knees go weak.
"Fuck—"
"Yeah?" He's pumping them slowly, curling them just right, his thumb pressing against your clit. "Feel good, sweetheart?"
You can't answer. You're too busy gripping his shoulders, keening, your hips rocking against his hand.
He leans in, lips brushing your ear. "Look at you. All dressed up, coming home to your old ass neighbor, letting him put his hands on you."
"Holland—"
"Say please."
"Please."
He presses harder, faster, and you're gone—coming apart on his fingers, crying out against his shoulder. He works you through it, slow and steady, until you're trembling and boneless.
He pulls his hand out, looks at the mess on his fingers, and wipes them on his pants.
"Thanks for the beer."
You're still trying to catch your breath. "Anytime."
You're definitely going to do that again.
GUYS I LIKE ACTUALLY CANT DO THIS RN THISNIS SO GOOD AND OHNMY GOD I NEED NEIGHBOUR HOLLAND IN THISNPUUUUUSSSSSSTDYDYDYYYYYYY
everyone and i mean EVERYOJE better start fucking with neighbour age gap holland x reader right now
eheheee posting this rn
guys no ones actually ready for this its so insanely delicious im gonna bust
everyone and i mean EVERYOJE better start fucking with neighbour age gap holland x reader right now
Sorry yall but Afab Henry unlocked something insane in my brain like....
i feel like im beating a desd horse by once again proposing for moreeee shotgunning with holland bc guys…we gotta explore this more…pretty please xxxxxx
ignore that thats definitely not the right metaphor but you get the gist😭😭
i feel like im beating a desd horse by once again proposing for moreeee shotgunning with holland bc guys…we gotta explore this more…pretty please xxxxxx
i’m going to use hcs from my upcoming henry fic. and i know a lot of people are going to be like “but that’s mischaracterizing him” and i don’t really care so here goes nothing.
stalker henry is the youngest child of a well-known wealthy family. he’s the black sheep; he’s not ambitious like his oldest brother, not as materialistic as his sister, and definitely not as pretentious as his other older brother is trying to be. henry has no role in his family other than a punchline of a joke at expensive galas or be the prime example of what a letham son should not be.
stalker henry gets dragged in pompous affairs against his will. and while he has the choice to stay home and continue painting instead, he never declines given that he’s been stuck in an art block for almost a year. henry always gave these functions a benefit of the doubt. that maybe attending them would strike a motivation within him and get him back to his zone. but to his dismay, none of them ever does.
stalker henry who attends a ballet show where he meets you. the prime ballerina who leads the ensemble of dancers as they curl into formation with pure grace. you wear a striking black dress that resembles a black swan, but your face lacks even just a tiny shred of malice the role demanded.
stalker henry who has the opportunity to meet you backstage after the show since his father knows your sponsor. a man in his sixties who looks way too comfortable touching your back in front of many people.
stalker henry who immediately memorizes every detail of your face down to the intricate patterns of your bodice upon introducing himself. it hasn’t even been 20 minutes after the performance. he can still see the thin layer of sweat forming on your glittered forehead and under your eyes.
stalker henry who finished 5 art works within the span of 2 days, all consisting of the pretty girl who caught his attention a few nights ago. all of you in different dancing positions, in different kinds of dresses, but henry finds that he really enjoys painting you in red.
stalker henry who decides that solely painting you based on his memory isn’t enough. so he seeks for you all by himself instead, where he finds out that you’re a ballet instructor to little kids in a small dance studio downtown. and it’s a good thing he has his own condo near your dance studio where he decides he’ll be staying after knowing your whereabouts.
stalker henry who finally moves out of his family’s home. something his siblings had been waiting for him to do for years. and he spends 90% of his time in the cafe right across the studio, where he has the perfect view of you teaching the little dancers how to twirl and jump and do miracles in the air.
stalker henry who follows you home every night, keeping a relatively safe distance behind you and only using a cap to disguise. from what he observed, you don’t really have that much awareness around you to begin with. so even if henry’s been stalking behind you every night for the past three weeks, you have no idea. you don’t even notice it. not even a little bit of suspicion.
stalker henry who saves you from being mugged in the middle of the night after your night out with friends. if you never intervened, he probably would’ve ended up curb stomping the man on the ground and finding himself in a police station. but you did. and that’s why you’re his savior, who even offers him to come by your apartment so you can patch up his bruised knuckles.
stalker henry who already knows the way to your apartment anyway but acts like he doesn’t when you’re leading the way.
stalker henry who realizes you don’t remember him from the show at all. you never once utter the words “i know you” or “you seem familiar.” you’re genuinely acting like this is your first time meeting him as you clean his bloodied knuckles while you kneel on the floor.
stalker henry who doesn’t waste a second to ask you out when it’s time to go. and you, being completely starstrucked after being saved, agrees without a second thought.
stalker henry who, upon having you as his girlfriend, immediately starts controlling every little thing in your life because he only wants what’s good for you. your choice of friends, the time you leave home and come back, the people you talk to on social media, and even starts questioning your career.
“he’s my sponsor. i wouldn’t be able to perform on stage if it wasn’t for him.”
“he’s a creep. and you’re an idiot if you think i’m going to let him continue touching you like that again.”
“there’s nothing we can do, okay? i just… want you to behave for this one dinner. he asked to meet you and i can’t just say no. i mean—this is the same man who’s been keeping me from having a boyfriend since the beginning. so maybe he wouldn’t mind this time?”
henry just scoffs.
stalker henry who tries to keep you inside your shared home for as long as possible. when you have plans, he’ll talk you out of it. when you insist that you have to go to work, he’ll come with you, sit there on the corner and watch you teach the kids.
stalker henry who doesn’t even try to act surprised when you deliver the message that your sponsor suddenly died in an awful car crash. and he doesn’t even waste a single time before he offers to be your sponsor instead, because really, nobody else will be the perfect fit for it other than him.
detectives and their partners, am i right?
i just had a silly idea. OKAY I LOVE NEW GIRL SO MUCH. Nick and Jess are literally perfect together. AND I LOVE ABOTT ELEMENTARY. So hear me out. A fanfic with Ryland Grace, Jessica Day, and Janine Teagues. I DON'T KNOW I LOVE SILLY LITTLE TEACHERS SM.
No, YOU watched project hail mary. I let it consume my soul
