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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 rygos characters so please please pleaseeeee drop any ideas you have and ill write up some thoughts…or maybe a small oneshot if i really vibe with it!
i also love chatting with people on here so shoot me a message if you wanna ask me about something or just talk :)
ive read so much peak dom ryland that everyone saying he would never just feels EVEN MORE insane to me bc wow ur missing out on so much
age gap holland march x jackson healy x reader where healy loves to buy her expensive perfume because 1)holland can’t afford to spoil reader and 2)holland can’t smell it so it’s a thing that only healy can enjoy and indulge in
Longer hair older neighbor ryland (sfw link ) — NSFW MDNI
Ryland stood in the hallway outside your apartment door, taller than you remembered, his longer hair falling in loose, sun-streaked strands around his face. The invitation had come casually enough—"come over after my shift"—but the way his eyes had lingered on you at the café counter told you it was anything but casual.
Your apartment was small but cozy, fairy lights strung along the window, a stack of vinyl records by the turntable. You'd shared a bottle of wine on the couch, talking about nothing and everything—your annoying manager at the cafe, his recent obsession with a new hobby he picked up.
The conversation flowed easy, the way it always did between you. But there was an undercurrent, a tension that had been building for months, ever since you'd moved in next door.
and next thing you know...
Your clothes were scattered across the floor. Your shirt near the kitchen island, his jeans by the coffee table. You were naked, straddling him on the wide leather couch, your back to his chest. Reverse cowgirl. Your thighs spread wide over his thighs, your pussy already slick and stretched around the thick length of his cock.
God, he was big.
You'd felt it the moment he'd entered you, a slow, deliberate push that had made you gasp, your fingers digging into the couch cushions. He filled you completely, that heavy weight pressing deep, spreading you open in a way that made you feel utterly fulfilled. Now you rocked back against him, taking him inch by inch, your ass grinding against his pelvis.
"Fuck," he breathed, his voice low and rough. One hand gripped your hip, guiding your movements, while the other tangled in your hair, fingers curling into a fistful of strands. He pulled, not hard enough to hurt but enough to tip your head back, exposing the long line of your throat.
You moaned, your rhythm faltering as the sting on your scalp sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your clit. You gasped, your hips rolling in a slow, circular motion, grinding yourself down on his cock.
He didn't stop. He tugged your hair again, a sharp, possessive pull that made you arch your back. The movement changed the angle, his cock sliding deeper, rubbing against that sweet spot inside you. Your breath hitched, a shaky cry escaping your lips.
You lifted your hips, letting his cock slide almost all the way out before sinking back down, a deliberate, torturous pace. The head of his dick caught on your entrance, stretching you wide before he pushed past, filling you completely. Each time you took him, the sensation of being so full made you dizzy.
He let go of your hair, both hands now gripping your hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh. He started to thrust up into you, meeting your descent with sharp, hard pumps, his pelvis slapping against your ass. The couch creaked beneath you, the sound mingling with your wet noises, the slick slide of his cock in and out of you.
Your eyes fluttered and rolled, your hands scrambling for purchase on his knees. You rode him harder, faster, your thighs burning with the effort, your breath coming in ragged gasps.
He leaned back against the couch, watching you—the curve of your spine, the way your ass bounced with each thrust, the flush spreading across your skin. He reached up again, grabbing a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling you back against his chest.
You could feel every inch of him inside you, the way he stretched you, the way his cock throbbed with each beat of his pulse. You rocked against him, desperate for more friction, for the pressure on your clit that would send you over the edge.
He seemed to sense it. One hand slid from your hip, moving around your thigh, his fingers finding your clit, swollen and slick. He rubbed you in tight, precise circles, timed to the rhythm of your fucking.
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, your body convulsing, you clench around his cock in rhythmic pulses. You cried out, your head thrown back, your nails digging into his legs. He kept thrusting through it, his own control fraying, his hips slamming into you as he chased his own release.
He came with a guttural groan, his hands gripping you so hard they'd leave bruises, spurting deep inside you, filling you in thick, heavy pulses. He pumped into you, each spasm drawing out his climax, until finally he stilled, his forehead resting against your shoulder.
You stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard, skin slick with sweat. He softened inside you, but neither of you moved, your body still wrapped around him, his arms wrapped around you.
Driver/Luke with reader who has a sensitive spot on the nape where they're just cutely rubbing readers neck and they press their thumb into the spot and reader lets out an uncontrollable noise and a full body tremble and driver or luke are like, Oh yeah? Really?
IDK WHY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO WRITE BC ITS STILL NOT THAT GOOD (or long😭) BUT ENJOY!!
You’re caged in by Luke’s legs as you sit on the floor. From the sofa, he’s giving you a well needed massage, focusing heavily on the knots in your shoulders. Slowly, you feel a hand start to wander to the nape of your neck and work the sensitive skin.
The movie that’s playing on the tv begins to fade into white noise as the only thing your mind can focus on is the warmth of Luke practically kneading you. His hand begins to drift up, just to where your neck meets the base of your skull, and without warning, he presses his thumb in.
You don’t even realise the sound that had erupted from deep inside of you and the way your body lost all tension until your neck becomes cold, absent of any touch. You have to force your eyes open as you fight the embarrassment when you turn to face him.
A slight smirk rests on his lips, ‘You like that?’
The simple question only embarrassed you further, causing your hands to rise up and cover you face as it reddens further.
GIMME MORE OMGG
in future when he walks past u chilling he pretends to give u a massage and then presses that spot bc he loved to see you become so weak in a split second..
Driver/Luke with reader who has a sensitive spot on the nape where they're just cutely rubbing readers neck and they press their thumb into the spot and reader lets out an uncontrollable noise and a full body tremble and driver or luke are like, Oh yeah? Really?
IDK WHY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO WRITE BC ITS STILL NOT THAT GOOD (or long😭) BUT ENJOY!!
You’re caged in by Luke’s legs as you sit on the floor. From the sofa, he’s giving you a well needed massage, focusing heavily on the knots in your shoulders. Slowly, you feel a hand start to wander to the nape of your neck and work the sensitive skin.
The movie that’s playing on the tv begins to fade into white noise as the only thing your mind can focus on is the warmth of Luke practically kneading you. His hand begins to drift up, just to where your neck meets the base of your skull, and without warning, he presses his thumb in.
You don’t even realise the sound that had erupted from deep inside of you and the way your body lost all tension until your neck becomes cold, absent of any touch. You have to force your eyes open as you fight the embarrassment when you turn to face him.
A slight smirk rests on his lips, ‘You like that?’
The simple question only embarrassed you further, causing your hands to rise up and cover you face as it reddens further.
holland taking care of u BRRRRRRR
hmmm i'm not sure how you meant this so im gonna so some sfw hcs and some nsfw hcs.... because holland would take care of you in many ways, yknow?
oh my god im gonna be forever mad that i can’t be in kind of relationship with holland im gonna SCREAM I JEED HIM SO BAD THIS WAS SO YUMMY WOW
wowowwow ive been so inactive recently BUT IVE JUST FINISHED MY FINAL ASSESSMENT OF THE YEAR!!!! so i should be muchhhh more free to post about every one of my men (played by the same man) from now on
Healy x march x reader, who they already have an age gap and then reader, whose in their late twenties shows up and march just melts between their gazes and touch.
March sandwhich 🤤
PULEAAAASSSSEEEEE
…dark!holland and cigarettes in bed
jude’s discord server is the GOAT for the brainstorming last night
dying for perv!holland who's got obsession issues kms
WOWOWOWOWW MY FAV TYPE OF HOLLAND EVER HOW DID U KNOW i had the best time writing this and its so yummy
also THANK YOU SO MUCH @lesbiholmes my life saver helping me out with this
sidenote: i need holland to call me babydoll
NSFW BELOW THE CUT!
It had been a month since you noticed him appearing everywhere. Every place you went, he seemed to be there.
By the third week, you knew it couldn’t be a coincidence and start to play into it. It’s not like he isn't objectively attractive. It definitely isn’t like you aren’t touching yourself nightly thinking about the rough drag of his moustache against you.
On week four, he picks up the courage to say his first words to you. You drop an apple you were putting into your shopping cart and you see him speed towards you, picking it up and placing it in your hand.
‘Hey, uh, do I know you?’ Your question comes out quick enough that he doesn’t have enough time to run away.
‘No.’ His answer is simple and sure, but the expression on his face tells you that was more to it than that.
You want to figure out how to get to know him - this guy randomly appearing everywhere must be a sign for something, so you press on, ‘’Kay, it’s just I think I’ve seen you around, you seemed familiar.’
His face suddenly drains of colour and his mouth slightly parts but no words come out. A look of amusement from you at his inability to speak quickly turned his cheeks to a flushing red.
‘Well if you ever wanna see me around,’ You say, searching in your bag for something. You pull out a pen and pull his arm towards you, ‘Shoot me a text, yeah?’
He doesn’t look down at you scribbling across his skin, opting to stare at your face, jaw still slack.
When you walk away, he sees what you wrote. On his arm in bold, black ink says an address and a phone number with a rough heart at the end.
By the time Holland speeds through each traffic light to get home, it’s a miracle he hadn’t sweated of your writing in anticipation to message the number.
He’s unsure how blunt to be, but using his better judgment, which really isn’t much better than his worst, he decides you must want him to message you, maybe even more… no. No. He can’t let himself get ahead of himself before even a single proper conversation.
Without much other thoughts, he hastily types the number into his phone followed by a slew of messages.
Hi.
It’s the man ftom the grocery storw.
Holland.
That’s my name by the wau
Can I come over soon?
It really doesn’t take long for you to reply, a minute at most, but the waiting is torturous for him.
I’m free now ;)
*image attached*
When he opens the photo you’d sent, he’s met with the heavenly sight of you in the mirror in just a bra and panties.
He lets out a deep breath as he feels the blood rush downwards. God, it’s gonna be impossible to drive.
Cominh ovet now
His phone’s dinging with notifications but he doesn’t even check as he scrambles back into his car.
There’s no need for him to use a GPS to check out the address you’d written, he knows the exact route.
He arrives in his own personal record time and parks leaving the tail stuck out; he really couldn’t care less, he needs you. Now.
As he speed walks towards your door, there’s no thoughts crossing his mind. He doesn’t even take a moment to consider before he knocks heavily. The door nudges slightly open and you appear, now with an oversized top covering you and a smile playing on your lips.
‘Come,’ it’s barely a whisper but he follows you inside. He lets you hold onto his hand and guide him to where he knows your room is.
After months of sitting in his car outside your house, he knows the entire left side of your house. What he didn’t know is the many pictures you have showing you off with friends and family, many of them standing close to you in the photos. Too close. With what little energy he has left that’s not being used to tame himself, he feels the jealousy brewing that he’s not the one next to you in those photos, that he’s not the one with his hand wrapped around your shoulder.
It doesn’t matter now, he has you all to himself for the first time and by god is he gonna make it worth the wait.
When you reach your bedroom, you sit on the edge of your bed and watch him take it in. He looks around in disbelief that he's finally inside after all this time.
You can feel his eyes on you as you go to pull your t-shirt over your head but before you can, he makes his way over to you and pries your hands from the hold you have.
No more words have been exchanged since he’d entered yet you don’t feel like you need to fill the silence, you just let your shared want speak for you.
It’s gentle, the way he lifts up your top. He does it slowly like he’s memorising how your breath shifts with each exposed part of skin and how you slightly twitch and his knuckle briefly grazes you.
When he notices that you’re completely bare beneath the top, his breath hitches for so long you’re worried he may pass out but your worry is quickly forgotten when he’s panting desperate kisses over your figure and pressing you into the bed.
His arms cage you in; he’s leaning in his forearms but the bottom half of his body is pressed close and beneath the thin layer of his trousers, you can feel his hard length against your thigh.
‘Off, mm take it off,’ you manage to get out, tugging at his shirt.
It’s as if your words reminded him he had clothes on by the way he practically jumps away from you and makes quick work of taking off all of the clothes, making a whine tear from his throat as his cock presses flush to his stomach. The trim nest of hair makes it look like it’s being presented to you, just for your pleasure.
Holland wastes no time to drop to his knees and lick a long stripe up your pussy, hand wrapping around your waist as a welcome pressure.
Your hands curl into his hair and your hips start grinding against him without you meaning to, sounds of bliss spill from you as his matching ones hit you as deep vibrations which just add to the immense pleasure you feel.
When he pulls away, the groan you make is the loudest noise so far. His knowing smile only makes you need him more and he can see that by the way your arms are reaching towards him.
He knows to not tease you today, he wouldn’t be able to handle it, so he gets himself onto the bed and makes a fist around his cock, pumping it twice before guiding the tip to your soaking entrance.
You’re wet enough to just let him slide in and, right now, you don’t need anything else but him. He doesn’t thrust his entire length in at first, though. He lets you feel just how thick he is, even at the tip.
This moment is the start of the mixing of your joint fantasy and neither of you want to miss a second. Your eyes stay locked and focused as he slowly sinks into you, inch by torturous inch.
It already feels like too much but it's definitely not enough yet, you need more, you need it now.
Your hands reach up to him and try to grip onto his back. When you feel the heat of him under your fingers, pull him close so he’s lying on top of you. You can now feel his entire length inside you, your pussy twitching around his cock.
The sound Holland makes is something between a cry and a moan and all you know is that you need to hear it again.
You’re insanely full, there’s nothing else in the world right now but the two of you and these next minutes. Your nails dig into his back as you fight to ground yourself in this pleasure and he makes the noise again. At the sound of it, a moan comes from you.
‘Ready?’ you can barely understand him through his panting but you nod with the little energy you have left.
‘Let me hear you, babydoll, wanna hear your, ngh, your voice.’
The pet name causes your head to fly back, needing to find some composure.
‘Mm, now, now, I need you to move now.’
‘That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.’
You feel suddenly empty as he pulls his cock out of you, a protesting whine coming from you, but as he thrusts back in, you quickly know nothing other than the pure bliss of wet slaps as he pummels into you without abandon.
‘Holland, h-harder,’ His movements stop for just a second whilst he moves himself and lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders.
When his thrusts continue, they’re hit that spot deep inside of you, the one you’ve been waiting for, and it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. That mixed with the softness of his kisses on your leg creates something inside of you that you can’t seem to place.
The sheets twist up in your grip as your hips grind up to meet each thrust that comes from Holland.
You don’t know when they changed, but at some point he began to rut into you with no rhythm. You’re almost certain that tomorrow you’ll have bruises by just how hard he’s rutting into you but you can’t bring yourself to care, at least it’ll remind you of this god of a man.
‘Fuck, you’re, you’re so, ohhh fuck, babydoll I, mmh, I need it.’ He can’t even string a sentence together, he can only think about how long he’s wanted this, how long he’s imagined this exact moment.
This thought brings him to the precipice and he completely stills, cock sheathed deep inside of you as his cum fills you up. He starts to move again, now carefully grinding into you, pushing his release further and further inside.
You can’t even tell who’s making which sounds, you’re both spilling with noises you’d never made before.
When Holland guides his cock out of you, you feel depressingly empty, like there’s a piece of you missing, but not for long because before you can ask him to get back in, your legs have been dropped and his mouth is attached to your pussy.
His tongue starts circling your clit and your back arches right off the bed, legs tensed and shaking. You can feel your orgasm coming on fast.
Your hands move to his head but they can’t seem to figure out whether to push him away or pull him closer; it ends up as you pulling him up and down your core while you grind down onto him.
Before you can tell him you’re close, he moves down to your core and starts slurping his own cum from you, moaning into you, telling you how good you taste.
You can’t think as your climax hits like a brick wall - you feel fuzzy and see white, your entire body tensing and then going completely slack.
In the distance you can make out the sound of Holland cooing at you as he crawls up the bed and his arms wrap around you.
Reblog if it's okay to invade your ask box
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i lowkey forget that holland is blonde. he kinda gives light brown hair to me in my head but then again…dumb blonde archetype i love u
i BELIVE that i WILL finish my stalker obsessed holland march wip tonight when i get bsck tomy hotel I BELIEVE IT
omg we’re almost at 100 followers???? i love you guys!
as a little celebration post heres some more about me😋
I’m from the the UK!
I’m currently studying musical theatre but next year I’ll be studying acting
my favourite role i’ve played was sharpay in high school musical
i LOVEEE movies like i absolutely love them and im trying to watch 365 films this year
my favourite director is damien chazelle aghhh i just love him im so desperate to work with him one day
i’m writing and directing a short film!
my favourite ryan gosling character is holland march (bigggg surprise)
lovee going to concerts
plus a little face reveal😁😁
reblog because we got quite a few new followers(and posts):)
just some thoughts for teacher!Ryland x college!student reader….
(teacher/student relationship, afab!reader, nsfw, mentions of p in v, cockwarming, teasing. not proof read. discussion welcome)
holland march licking and nibbling u bc he cant smell anything send post
