murphy (Lars’ puppy)

18 she - her feral for lars

[fernstyx]

ryland who eats you out and edges you until you're shaking. and then when you finally think he's going to fuck you, he pushes in only to the tip of his cock and jerks off into you. what's wrong, baby? you said you wanted him to use you, those were your exact words. then it shouldn't matter how, right? just lie still. don't be a brat. you're his favorite place to cum, you know.

[caramelc0rgi]

Yeah I need me some Holland March BAD. if he was in front of me right now someone would have to hold me by the scruff of my neck like I’m a fucking dog to keep me off of him. he is NOT safe around me

[pinkinink]

1-800-SUICIDE

Noooo march don't kill yourself you're so cute and sexy hahaha..

[d-ark0]

HELL YEAH LARS AND THE REAL GIRL

[acecroft]

RYAN GOSLING as Six in The Gray Man (2022)

[orrrlovve]

ive been thinking about this tweet all day lol. so relatable

[ninaneeds2go]

got a little carried away with studying this amazingly crafted movie, I miss henry letham

[artsy-cheesycake]

protective bf

[sunday-bug]

[gangbanged]

sugar daddy jacob who met you on a random dating app because he was bored one night. jacob wasn’t really the type to participate in online dating. he believes that his charm is twice as compelling when the person he’s trying to woo is right in front of him. nevertheless, he gave in one friday night because he was in dire need of entertainment.

sugar daddy jacob who, after hours of swiping only left and very little right, came across a profile that drew his attention. all of the pictures were with your cat, with silly thick rimmed glasses over your eyes. everything about you screamed “nerd.” and jacob wasn’t known to be attracted to nerds. especially those who look way too younger than him.

even so, you were cute. way too cute. and from the pictures alone, it almost seemed like you were resembling more like the cat you were holding in jacob’s eyes. and he’s always had a soft spot for cute things like you.

sugar daddy jacob who wasn’t expecting the two of you to match immediately when he swiped right. but didn’t waste a second to start the first conversation. he immediately went with the “hey, beautiful” that he knows works with everyone. and it’s easy enough when he has the best pictures of himself in his profile. everyone will get what they expect. obviously. he’s not a fraud.

sugar daddy jacob who was immediately hooked by your pleasing personality. you were clearly the shy type as expected. you didn’t know how to respond to his flirty messages, but you tried. it was also very clear that you’ve probably never done this before. or maybe if you have, you haven’t done this a lot.

sugar daddy jacob who was confused at first as to why you were so gullible, but eventually took advantage of it because it served him a better purpose. you were always quick to send him pictures if he asked. even the naughty ones whenever the conversation will get a little heated.

that’s the cutest pair of panties i’ve ever seen in my life. 

thanks! i have like 6 of these 

would you mind sliding them off so i can see what’s underneath?

okay! but u have to send something in return bc this is like my 10th nudes and u haven’t even showed me urs

that’s not for you to decide, baby.

sugar daddy jacob who spoils you with everything else instead of actually showing you his dick. not because he’s insecure. but he just likes this little power play between the two of you. that you’re always so eager to please him no matter how hesitant you get. and that you know you have no say whether or not he participates with the whole sending nudes thing.

after getting your address, jacob would send a bunch of shit without ever telling you first. at first, they were all relatively innocent; that one action figure you’ve been dying to get your hands on, the textbooks you’ve been saying up for, the limited edition hardcover of the fantasy book that you really love. until the gifts turn into lingeries, vibrators, a small dildo to stretch yourself out, and a buttplug that you’re still scared to touch. he’s also not scared to send you a thousand bucks if you promise to send videos of you playing with your clit with the vibrating rose toy that he gave you.

sugar daddy jacob who finally set up a meeting because he couldn’t take it anymore. but he wasn’t the kind of gentleman who would take you out for dinner first, no. jacob drove to your address himself to pick you up after a business trip abroad, and he skipped all the “get to know each other” part because his dick was throbbing painfully in his pants that he could feel your eyes bashfully taking secret glances to it.

“i would offer you to touch it but i don’t want us to crash.”

“it’s just… a bit weird now. i’ve never seen it before so i didn’t know it’s that big.”

jacob can’t help but let out a scoff. he’s heard that so many times before. he’s never going to get sick of it.

sugar daddy jacob who didn’t waste his time shredding off your clothes and throwing you on his ridiculously huge bed. meanwhile, he stayed very much fully clothed and enjoyed the lewd contrast between the two of you. him covered up, you all bear and naked and cold underneath him.

he shamefully let his large hands squeeze your soft breasts, while his knee was slotted in between your legs and ordered you to grind your cunt against his clothed thigh.

sugar daddy jacob who secretly took out his phone when he made you flip over on your stomach to present yourself. he filmed the way you arch your back, the way you pressed your perfect ass right on his cock that was bursting through his pants, the way your cunt lips opened up and the way your asshole peaked out in between your cheeks when you spread your legs a little wider.

and when you looked back, you were horrified to see him with his phone out.

“jacob! you didn’t say anything about filming!”

“would you mind indulging me tonight, baby? haven’t i been treating you like a princess all month long? time to pay daddy back. don’t worry, i won’t share it to anyone. you have my word for it.”

sugar daddy jacob who took his condom off mid-fuck and shoved your dirty panties in your mouth when you tried to argue. he said something about “i’ll take care of you and our baby if i get you pregnant, princess. but for now, let me fuck it raw” while pistoning his hips and ramming his cock so far inside you, his belt slamming against your hips and leaving marks.

sugar daddy jacob who made you wear your glasses back again when he was just about to come. and he crawled on top of you to hold your head in place while he fucked his fist vigorously. “open your mouth, stick out your tongue,” he said, and when you do, jacob groaned so loudly as he painted your lenses with thick white ribbons, his hand still a blur on his crotch as he milked himself dry.

sugar daddy jacob who took pictures of you covered with his come. and he didn’t even let you clean yourself before he’s flipping you in a different position and doing it all over again.

a/n: for that one anon who wants icky jacob hcs. not sure if these are THAT icky but i cant stop thinking about sugar daddy jacob and i apologize. hes eating my brain

[bimbosicko]

TO UNDERSTAND THE SMOG

holland lets you try your first cigarette on his lap. | cw : neighbour!holland x younger!fem reader, dom!holland, dry humping, intox kink, nsfw mdni, title from: wild at heart — lana del rey. ⋆˚࿔ blurb | 1k words ۶ৎ i wrote this while only listening to ldr and you can tell!! anyways, just something so you guys don't starve while i write the longer os!! no beta we die like holland's wife.

you shouldn't be doing this. if your mom knew you lied to her just to see your older neighbor, she’d probably kill you on the spot. but she’s still napping, none the wiser, while you’re perched in holland's lap.

he takes a lazy drag of his cigarette, blowing smoke directly into your face, teasing. you squint your nose, coughing a bit.

“oops,” he says, though the smirk on his face betrays him. “didn't mean to.” he offers you the cigarette, eyebrow quirked in question.

“i told you how to do it, didn't i?” he murmurs, voice low and rough. his breath ghosts over your neck as he leans in, beard tickling your skin. you can’t help but giggle, the scratchy sensation sending sparks down your spine.

he guides the cigarette to your lips with slow intent. “just like this… take a drag,” he whispers. “hold it for a second, only one or two, then let it go. don’t be greedy.”

you nod, wide-eyed and nervous, fingers trembling as they curl around his hand. he notices, and gently squeezes back.

“yeah… that's it,” he coos when you inhale. the ember flares between your lips as smoke fills your mouth. “be a good girl. take another drag,” he coaxes, the tip glowing red as he brings it back to your lips.

you lean in, obeying, inhaling deeper this time, letting the smoke slide into your lungs before slowly puffing it out in a wobbly stream.

a fit of coughs wracks you halfway through, your body curling forward against his chest. tears spring to your eyes and you sputter between gasps.

“ugh— it’s disgusting! i can’t believe you do this for fun.”

holland just laughs, his arms tightening around you as you bury your face in his shoulder. he rubs slow circles on your back, voice thick with amusement.

“did you feel it though?” he murmurs against your ear. “that warm burn all the way down?” his hand slips under your shirt without a warning, one rough palm skating up bare skin, and suddenly that ‘burn’ doesn’t seem so bad anymore.

“i— i think so,” you whisper shakily.

“try again, darling,” he murmurs, bringing the cigarette back up.

you part your lips again, inhaling a larger drag and trying your hardest to hold it. but another fit of sharp coughs takes over. even your eyes blur with tears thanks to the burn in your throat.

holland pulls back slightly to watch you: cheeks hollowed out from the drawl still fresh in memory, eyes watering just a little, hair falling over flushed shoulders.

and god, it’s so damn hot seeing you try something forbidden for him.

you feel his hands start to tug on your hips, lowering your body slowly until you're exactly where he wants you: pressed snugly in his lap, the growing bulge beneath you up against your thigh.

“you look so damn pretty like this,” he growls against your ear before biting down on his own grin. “wanna try again?”

you shake your head automatically, but it's not because of the cigarette. it’s because one of his hands is splayed over your chest, palm pressing just enough to make your breath hitch, while the other digs into your hip, guiding slow, filthy circles of his hips upwards, his growing bulge grinding against the curve of your ass.

a moan slips out before you can stop it, and you bite down on nothing but air.

“h—holland,” you whimper.

“take another drag,” he says lowly, voice edged with playful threat, “or i'll stop.”

your eyes squeeze shut. he’s so mean. but god, you want it too much to say no.

“yeah…” you whisper. “i'll do it. give me.”

he doesn’t let you finish. the cigarette presses between your parted lips again; he lets you take a deep pull even as his hips don’t falter. he’s rocking harder now.

rough denim drags against the thin fabric of your skirt, and without thinking, you push back into him, more demanding than before.

“there,” he groans, satisfied as smoke curls from both of your mouths. “that's my good girl.”

your lips crash against his, smoke mixing between open mouths as you kiss him deep and desperate. nails digging into his shoulder, gripping like you’re holding on for dear life.

you can barely breathe. but god, if this is how it ends? smoke filling your lungs instead of air, you’d be the luckiest girl in heaven.

your thighs quiver, weak from want and oxygen slipping away, muscles tightening with every relentless roll of his hips beneath you. he doesn’t slow down. doesn’t care that your head is spinning or your body is buzzing with sensation and smoke alike, holland just keeps moving, chasing the friction he craves, making sure you feel every inch.

then, he pulls back. lips part with a soft, wet drag as cool air rushes in where smoke once was. you gasp sharply, chest heaving, but all that comes out right after is a broken whine at the loss.

you stare at him through hazy, dazed eyes. you still want more.

“so greedy,” he murmurs against the curve of your neck, the words punctuated by a low, amused chuckle.

you nod instantly; you are greedy. you’re needy. and if anyone is to blame? it's him. he shaped it into you since the day you knocked on his door introducing yourself with innocence glimmering in your eyes.

your hips don’t stop, still rolling back onto him in desperate little circles, even though you were so close to meeting your creator.

he reaches for the bedside table, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray.

“can you do your neighbor a little favor?” he murmurs, lips quirking into a sly grin.

you nod automatically. your head’s too dizzy to question, and your underwear is too wet to care.

“yeah,” you breathe. “anything.”

“get on your knees and show mr. march exactly how useful that mouth can be.”

[bigwozz]

The gay guys or whatever the movies called,

[blizzardoughnut]

goslings

[hidr-0]

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!

[erainnamorato]

anyway hot take old men yaoi is good but healymarch are better off with an insane age gap i'm talking march is 33 and healy is 50

march is only that old because he's got holly. if not for her he should be younger. 27

[undoxt]

I’m sorry but people on TikTok are so weird when it comes to Ryland and his characterization… like at the end of the day he is a grown adult man and not some small little cinnamon role baby boy who shakes whenever someone looks his way.

Like canonically (!) in both book and film he is quite assertive as long as he feels comfortable enough. He is shy or can get embarrassed/awkward but he’s not like super insecure. That man went toe to toe with Stratt (and the other characters) whenever he felt like it. He could be downright rude and arrogant when someone questioned his intelligence/ideas. (Hint hint UNESCO conference. Doing that takes a level of arrogance only found in the depths of academia)

And the whole swearing thing? Don’t even get me started. He doesn’t not swear because he is too pure for the world but because he spends his days with kids. He says 'fuck' when he sees Rocky’s ship.

You don’t have to headcanon him as a Dom or whatever but the way people pretend like he would start shaking and crying at the mere suggestion of sex is mostly just infantilizing.

(Just to be clear, it’s fine to think about him like that and write about it to in fact write more it just becomes weird when they get all holier than thou about it and pretend like it’s canon instead of what they think he’d be like)

At the end of the day, it’s fiction and everyone can make up their mind especially over stuff like his sexual preferences (which we technically know nothing about), just don’t be weird and pretend like your headcanon is religion and everyone else’s is ridiculous 🫶

[prudejudee]

^^^ YES. THANK YOU. VERY AGITATED WITH TIKTOK RECENTLY ☹️🙏

[imjustkenough]

i’m having such bad gender problems rn LMAO like it sucks being a trans guy and i lwk don’t mind being feminine sometimes and idk if im genderfluid or smth 😓😓