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Hi I’m Rebecca and I post about Ryan’s characters here! If there are any you’d like to see me write for, just let me know and I’ll see what I can do! You can find all the characters I’ve written for so far on my masterlist (link below).
I don’t do requests in the traditional sense and very much write based on wherever my heart takes me but my ask box is always open for your thoughts, ideas, musings, questions etc. 💌
Can you write how the first date with lars would go (after Bianca) , like would he take you places like his tree-house, would he try and hold you hand like he did with margo
Lars would prepare by asking himself What would Bianca have wanted? - that's kind of his basis for romantic interactions for now. She taught him so much about himself, about relationships, about love. He doesn't want to get ahead of himself, of course, but he knows the answer lies with Bianca.
So he takes you to the treehouse first. It's a great way to get to know one another, because he won't have to worry about what to say - he can tell you all the things he knows about going there. The way he used to watch Gus play with friends, how to climb up into the treehouse, what it's like here at different times of the year, and where to get the best views.
If you like it, he'll offer to drive you home, and there, he'll hold out a hand to you, like he did with Margo. You'll take it, of course, and he'll consider how it feels.
When you ask him to make another date, he feels dizzy with excitement. It must have gone well if you want to see him again! He makes sure you're safe inside before he zooms off home, where he sits on his bed, belly full of butterflies and head full of all the things he wants to do with you.
erm well i wanted to ask something, i know this is a blog dedicated to ryan gosling characters n all but i rlly love ur healymarch stuff too n i was wondering if you’d b open to writing some march x reader x healy purrhaps? i love their dynamic and i have plenty of ideas for them. among these are things like healy and reader tying march up and not letting him participate in the fun, march and the reader teasing healy till he snaps and punishes the both of them, even healy n march teaming up to fluster the reader in a yummy lil healymarch sandwich.. hehe!!
i would love to see ur thoughts on the dynamic between healymarch x reader if ur up for it ^_^
Ooo anon, this all sounds very tasty. I LOVE your ideas, and my fave I think is reader teaming up with Healy to fluster March who's tied up and can't participate...
Imagine Holland, pathetically hard and unable to do a thing about it, whining, crying, leaking desperately, throbbing even, while you and Healy stand at the foot of the bed, discussing in great detail and at length the best way to get him off, including your favourite ways to do it. You take your time, talking in graphic detail through what the options are as if he's not even there.
What Holland doesn't know, is that you're trying to see if you can get him to cum completely untouched. Of course, if you manage it, you'll lavish him with kisses and pleasure later on, but it sure is a fun game for now...
Maybe when talking about sleeping over for the first time they’re embarrassed to tell Lars or them letting each other hold the others blanket :,)
Just a thought that’s been rolling around in my mind recently, I love your work!
Aon this is so cute!!
Bringing your blanket with you to stay over at his place for the first time, and you know he's not expecting anything of you other than maybe to kiss and cuddle, so you just pack like you would to sleep at a friends house and that always includes your safe, cosy, soft blanket.
When he asks what you've brought with you, you don't mention it, telling him it's just pyjamas, toiletries, snacks... you don't want him to think you brought your favorite blanket because his place isn't cosy or warm enough, and you feel a little embarrassed about it, too, wondering what he'll think.
When Lars puts a movie on after dinner, he settles down all cosy with you and pulls out his baby blue comfort blanket, threading it between his fingers, stroking at the soft wool, holding it up to his cheek now and again when he shifts to get comfortable. He holds it tight when he kisses you, like it's his lifeline if something were to go wrong.
When he pulls away, silently you reach to pull your blanket out too, and pull it close to your chest, wrapping your arms around the soft fleece.
Lars clocks it immediately and beams. 'Hey, we both have a blanket! Wanna try mine?'
You know how special that thing is to him, and your heart swells in your chest that he wants to share. 'Yes! I'd love to. Here-'
You swap, and end up falling asleep while watching the rest of the movie, you leant against his chest, and the other's blanket bunched up against both your cheeks.
mostly a fluffy idea but imagine seb's holding a karaoke night and getting drunk with seb and he just holds you and dances with you and twirls you around and sings "i fall in love too easily" or "my funny valentine" by chet baker softly to end the night... we srsly need more seb fics on here!!!!
Right at the end of the night when Seb’s is emptying out, your bodies are pressing closer, entwining as you sway together, his sweet voice like honey in your ear, his hair falling in long strands over his face as he finally gives in and lets the alcohol hit just right since it’s closing time and all he cares about now is you. His lips close softly over yours when the last patron leaves and there’s only the two of you on the stage, he’s singing only for you. You make it home together somehow, stumbling through the early hours of the morning only to collapse at home in bed, safe and cosy and together. You’ll wake a few hours later to Seb gently kissing your face, unable to keep his hands off you while he waits for you to wake up, and make soft love with the vague memory of him serenading you still in the back of your mind.
Do we think Julian would have a Mommy Kink? He very clearly has mother issues so I’m sure the possibility is there.
Like maybe after allowing himself to give into pleasure just a bit he realises sucking on your nipple is just so soothing to the point it becomes one of the things that can clear his mind the quickest
Anon… you’re a genius. Okay, but what if it’s the first time he cums with you? You know he’s denied himself for years, had erectile issues, but he finds this and it just sparks the right feeling in him?
A little bit in this below! (nsfw, mommy kink, nipple sucking, dry humping, gn reader)
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When Julian settles against you, his body slightly awkward as he gets used to physical affection that is actually affectionate, you’re just focussing on stroking your fingers through his short hair, soothing him, helping him feel.
His lips at your chest surprise you, but you don’t jolt; you manage to stop yourself so you don’t startle him away. This moment is delicate and you want him to feel safe with you.
He nuzzles into your chest and you pull your shirt up, letting him explore your body however he needs to and this is kind of a first after a few weeks of him asking you to get off for him and leaving himself purposely untouched. He’s never initiated before, not like this.
His mouth closes over your bared nipple, then, hardening in the cool air of his room. He’s unsure, almost about to pull away as he surprises even himself at how forward this is — but you keep your hand in his hair and hum softly, ‘That’s okay, Julian. Feels nice,’ and he starts to swirl his tongue.
Your gentle little moans spur him on and before long he’s hard, rutting against your thigh as he sucks and laps and groans against you.
You have a thought then. It could destroy the mood or it could be the most genius idea you’ve ever had, it could change his life. And you feel this indescribable urge to say it… It’s gotta be worth a try.
‘You’re so good for mommy-’
And that does it.
Julian cums hard and fast (you’d expected as much since he never allows himself to), hot and thick in his pants, dampening the fabric against you as his body trembles through the pleasure.
‘I’m sorry,’ he says, distraught as soon as the last wave of bliss subsides and he can breathe again. ‘I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.’
‘No, you did so good for me, baby,’ you reassure him, and he settles against you again, looser now, relaxed and calm, and falls asleep against your chest. Where he’s safe.
I need to let you know that I've been plagued with the idea of stealing Ryland's glasses right before you go down in him and he nearly finishes right there looking at you as you stare at him over HIS glasses..... I cannot get this out of my head ... I need to share this LMAO
Literally I'm pretending i don't already wear glasses as I write this lmao
Title: Visual Stimulus.
Pairing: ( Established Relationship ) - Ryland Grace x GN!Reader.
Rating: M. MDNI, 18+. ( Blowjob, Ryland Grace is trying his best to keep it together. )
Words: 1.6 K.
Summary: You get a glimpse of Ryland through his... Glasses. ( literally if you wear glasses - no you don't not for this oneshot LOL. )
☆Ryland Grace Masterlist☆
You were snuggly between Ryland’s long, spread legs as he leaned back against the makeshift headboard. His slender fingers were tucked and tangled deeply in your hair, a last ditch effort to remain in some sort of control as your mouth bobbed deliciously on his cock. With one particular suction of your lips, Ryland found himself jolting and throwing his head back with a small thud, exploding the very vulnerable line of his throat, his breathing ragged against the muscle causing it to spasm in time with the thick vein on the underside of his heady, heavy and yummy cock.
“Nnn…. My go-goodness… Y-You’re incredible.” He panted, his voice low and nothing more than a strained rumble that vibrated through your fingertips where one hand rested on his taut thigh to keep yourself steady.
You moaned at the compliment, allowing your lover the same sensation of vibration as you glanced up at him through your eyelashes, admiring in real time the blissed out expression on his face, his eyes squeezed shut behind his golden frames before dropping your gaze to the way his chest was rising and falling with each shallow breath, never enough to bring him enough comfort. That’s when an idea - something simple - playful and wonderful sparked into the back inklings of your mind.
With a deliberately languid pace, you popped your lips off his needy organ and licked your lips, rubbing your fingers against the inner most part of his thigh, tracing the thinner hair there before it danced upwards, your upper body leaning against him and capsizing his cock against your chest as your grasp brushed against the juxtaposed coldness of his metallic glasses. Ryland’s blue eyes, now completely swallowed by deep dilation fluttered open, hazed with pleasure right as you hooked your pointer finger and thumb around the left earpiece and slid them right off his face.
He blinked at that, his entire world suddenly soft and very unfocused. “H-Hey, what are you….”
He began protesting but that didn't seem to matter as the query died right in the air as you settled back into position, holding Ryland’s gaze as best you could, using your tongue to unfold the arms of his glasses and placing them on your face. They were comically large, this was not the first time you had worn them, but it was the first time you had worn them in this context. And boy oh boy… Ryland’s mouth dropped, slightly agape and his jaw slacked, his brows furrowed in a way that was more bewilderment than his lack of sight.
The blonde felt his cock twitch at the sight of you between his legs, his golden frames teetering right at the edge of your nose. Great googly moogly. His brain went into overdrive as you leaned forward, lowering your head back to where you had been before and eagerly took the head of his cock into your wanting and hot mouth.
Not just his brain. Specifically, his amygdala decided that you wearing nothing but his glasses was enough to get him to that crested edge. His orgasm felt imminent as you kept your eyes locked on his, drawing down his cock, your tongue sweeping along the underside and took pleasure in watching his unfolding over the rims of his frames.
The sound that Ryland made was nothing short of a strangled, sharp gasp that almost flirted with being painful. His entire body went rigid, his hand flying from the security of your hair to grip the sheets on either side of him, his knuckles turning a sickly off-white with intense exertion.
Ryland couldn’t stop himself - his hips bucked involuntary, a single, hard thrust that you took with as much grace as you could, the gag hitting the air and mixing with the visual of you sternly looking at him from over his glasses as a warning of ‘don’t do that again’. He wasn’t going to but… It was hard not to when you kept looking at him like that! In his own glasses!!
It was remarkable to watch him come undone with just your mouth and a shift in perspective, Ryland’s eyes now squinting to see the finer details of your work as you slicked your mouth up and down, your hand coming to grasp the base and rub at what you were unable to fit. You watched, fascinated as the confusion in his eyes that had been so evident only moments before were instantly replaced by a raw, unfiltered shock of acute arousal.
“O-Oh my stars.” He breathed, the words barely audible in the tugs of moans spilling between them and the juicy sounds from your mouth swallowing and suctioning along his cock like it was your lifeline. His eyes widened as they fixed on the sight of your lips stretching around him. It’s the look on your face, he’d told you many times before, that did it for him more times than anything else. The sight of his pleasure becoming yours. This… The entire situation was something else entirely. This felt like a claim on his darned soul.
You hummed softly around him, churning your hand to meet your lips as you picked up pace, the motion more erratic and less about staving off the inevitable. You must be able to feel hos his cock was twitching uncontrollably against your tongue, the stream of pre-cum spilling and exploding down your throat, his eyes squeezing shut for a second before forcing themselves open. Ryland couldn’t bear to miss a single second of this. Not this, no no sir.
The poor scientist is on a razor’s edge, his control completely shattering the simple and very intimate act of you wearing his glasses. And the sight of Ryland, through his own lenses, looking down at you like you were the only thing in the universe that mattered was more than enough for you as another groan of desperation left him.
“Y-You can’t J-ju… I-I’m gonna…” He stammered, his words dissolving into a guttural plea of tiny ‘please’s as you peeped at him from over the rims once again, your motion causing them to shine and capture his attention once again. Ryland’s so close, his entire body is coiled tight like a spring, all because of a silly pair of glasses and the way you’re looking at him through them.
You were fortunate enough to feel the moment his control snapped like a rubber band. It’s in the sudden tension in his thighs, in the way his breathing hitched in the hollow of his throat and stopped all together for a few moments before he forced an unwanted inhale. Ryland’s eyes were dark behind your shared blurry vision, locked in some dance with yours, pleading now and severely overwhelmed.
“Please…” He whimpered. The word was fragile and broken and was the only encouragement you needed.
You took his cock deeper into your mouth than before, almost to the point where every motion downward was threatening to cause another gagging moment, your movements sure and steady and eyes never leaving his. You hummed again, that low, deliberate vibration mixing with your hand and mouth giving Ryland the final push he sought, but never really needed. He’d have come undone just at the sight of you in his glasses alone, the rest was just icing on his cake.
His back arched and contorted, a beautiful, taut sensation in your capped vision, his muscles spasming with need as a choked, breathless cry escaped his parted lips. You tasted the rhythmic pulse against your tongue as the salty and unique flavor of his cum exploded onto your taste buds and down your throat. Ryland felt his entire body shuddering against yours with the sheer force of it, his hands tangled so deeply into the sheets they were beginning to feel like second skin. His eyes finally relinquished observation, now tightly squeezed shut, his expression a perfect picture of blissful surrender at the hand of your skillful mouth.
For a suspended moment, the only sound in the warm and raunchy room was his ragged breathing as he slowly, bonelessly and defeatedly sank back against the headboard, his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. Gently, your mouth released his softening cock, and with a swift motion, you pressed an all too lingering kiss to his hip before sitting up. You still tasted him in your mouth as you plucked his glasses from your nose, folding them with the same kindness you had used to take them. With a smattering of kisses against his chest, you leaned over and placed them on the side table along with the alarm clock he’d made.
Ryland was still taking his time to reboot, blinking a few times as the world came back into fuzzy focus, his eyes finding yours immediately and they were filled with a dizzying amount of adoration as he grasped the back of your head and pulling you down for a slow kiss that tastes like his cum and of the shared intimacy of the moment.
“I love you…” Ryland murmured against your lips.
You smile into the kiss, feeling the tickle of his stubble against your lips. “I love you too, Ry.”
──➤ ♡ WARNINGS: RATED M. NSFW, MDNI, 18+. Sex, dirty talk, swearing.
──➤ ♡ Prompt: Telling them their cock is big.
──➤ ♡ Characters Included: Ryland Grace, Holland March, Lars Lindstrom, Colt Seavers, Driver.
──➤ ♡ Total Words: 3.4K.
You were tracing the line of Ryland’s jaw slowly, your thumb brushing against the stubble there as you leaned down from your position in his lap, the bouncing motion you had set becoming nothing more than a delicious grind as the scientist tossed his head back aimlessly against the pillow with a groan. The rhythmic motion between you faltered slightly as you whispered to him, playing your lips against his, “F-For a man who spends all his time looking into microscopes and studying molecular compositions y-you’re surprisingly… well endowed in other departments.”
God, you were dirty talking just in the right way to get Ryland to turn into a babbling mess, his eyes squeezing shut behind the almost foggy nature of his skewed glasses. You could feel him tense beneath you as you clamped your walls intentionally, grinding up before slowly coming down and resting in a seated position with a swivel of your hips. Heat rushed to his cheeks before you pulled back to see the faint blush spreading across his sharp face. Ryland’s Adam’s apple bobbed deliciously as he tried to lubricate his throat enough for a response, as if that was the only sensory issue here.
“W-well, st-statistically speaking,” You smirked at the sound of his voice being a little higher than usual as you set another deliberately sensuous pace. “H-Human male anatomy follows a no-normal distribution curve---!” Ryland nearly yelped at the sensation of your walls tightening around his hard cock, pressing into places he wanted to memorize. You can’t help but smile breathlessly as his hands come to rest on your hips, helping ease you into a more leveraged position, feeling the tangled entrapment of your thigh muscles spasming.
“T-technically, someone has-has to occupy the upper percentiles… It’s just…” He drew a deep breath in and fluttered his eyelids open to make eye contact with you when you swirled your hips once again, the friction almost too much for him to handle. “Probability, really.”
Ryland managed to growl out those last two words as his hands loosened enough to allow you to continue bouncing as you scientific compliment came rushing in and out of his brain, trying to cope as it mixed tediously with the pleasure running through his entire body. “B-but um…” He added, fingers digging into the fleshy skin that rested right above your hipbones and helped lead you into a better rhythm.
“T-thank you. I-I think?” He was not thinking, in fact. How was he supposed to when you were… Well, doing what you were doing?!
A gasp escaped your mouth as Ryland’s hips came to meet yours half way, the head of his cock pressing against the spongy part inside of you that made stars blister momentarily behind your eyes as you tossed your head back with a moan that sounded suspiciously like his name. “J-Just making an observation.”
“Yo-you’d be a great scientist.” The blonde man let out a shaky laugh, some of the tension leaving his shoulders as you captivated his gaze, hands daring enough now to come up along the scape of your curves to grasp your chest. “I-I suppose it’s one variable th-that’s working in my favor.”
“I think i-it’s working more in mine.” Your voice was nothing more than a low purr.
Something about that caused Ryland to snap, and within moments, your back was against the bed and he was perfectly slotted between your open legs, your feet tucking into the fleshier nature of his lower back. He guided himself, eyes locked between your bodies and watching the stretch his cock gave you. The analytical scientist gave way to the man who was clearly pleased by your compliment even if he didn't know quite how to handle it. You lifted your hips up slightly to give way to a different angle, the slow drag of Ryland’s cock against your inner walls making you both gasp as he sunk back into you to the hilt.
The room was nothing more than a hazy mess with cigarette smoke clinging to the open air and the dim glow of a single lamp on your lover’s bedside table. He was above you, his usually clumsy grace replaced by a focused intensity as he shoved your leg up, relishing in the sensation of your other wrapped lazily around his narrow waist. Holland’s hand grasped at the muscle of your calf, pulling you infinitely closer with each thrust of his hips, his breathing coming in ragged pants as his pink lips planted a heated, saliva stricken kiss to your leg.
You were completely lost in the sensation of his cock relentlessly pounding into you until you felt him shift, the mattress rippling as a new angle was introduced, the head of his shaft now hitting a spot that made you thrash your head back.
“Fuck, Holland!” You moaned, one of your hands coming to grasp at his wrist, fingernails digging slightly into the skin there. He hissed into the moan that left his smirked mouth. “R-right there.”
“You like that, baby?” He responded with a guttural sound, picking up the pace and driving into you with what felt like a renewed purpose. You were getting close, your entire body was shouting at you. The tension in your stomach, your leg tensing around his waist and urging him even closer, your walls tightening around him to the point where Holland had the feeling you were going to milk him for all he was worth. More than okay in his book. “O-Oh, you r-really like that.”
“G-God, you’re so deep.” You squeezed your eyes shut and chomped onto your bottom lip, but that was pointless as another groan tore through the air. Irrationality was winning, as it so often did in the throes of pleasure. “You’re so fucking big, Holland.”
The blonde above you seemed to catch for a moment at that, a slower reluctance being placed into his thrusts as his breath caught in the hollow of his throat in a sickeningly sensual way for your eyes to feast on. You can feel his cock twitch inside if you, he must have been replaying your words again and again as a stuttery laugh escaped his lips, his upper half careening down so he could place a messy kiss to your mouth.
“Jesus,” He murmured against your lips, tongue pressing against yours for a moment. “Y-You can’t just say…. Shit like that when I’m trying to concentrate.”
Holland let your leg go, instinct taking over and within moments, it joined your other around his slim hips, his forearms coming to trap you to the bed as his cock grinded into you. You moaned, “W-why not…? It’s true.”
His rhythm faltered the second you tightened around him intentionally, bringing your hips up to meet his before Holland found the willpower in himself to proceed. Deeper, harder this time. He needed you to cum on his cock. “B-because it makes me want to…” He trailed off, his words dissolving into nothingness as you clenched around him again.
“To what?” You teased despite your tone being incredibly breathless.
“T…To fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” Holland forced himself to finish a coherent statement, dark, pupil blow eyes meeting yours in a heated frenzy. “Make you feel every,” He deliberately grinded his cock as hard as he could inside of you, “Inch.” He did it again, the compliment clearly going to his head and there was now a set pace as Holland was determined to prove your words right, over and over again.
Lars was always so careful with you, as if you were something too precious for this world that might break if he wasn’t paying enough attention. And as he shifted his hips, pressing into your warmth, earning himself a soft gasp from your lips, nothing screamed as aggressive or overdone. It was just you and your boyfriend, the evening light filtering through the curtains of his bedroom to cast warm glows to juxtapose against the Winter air outside as his cock stretched you in an almost overwhelmingly absurd way.
Your inner walls fluttered, spasming around his girth as he settled a bit more between your legs, letting them case around his larger body and easing his chest against yours as the dark blonde let a whimper leave his parted lips.
“L-Lars.” You whispered, your hand coming up to cup the side of his face, his eyes squeezed shut in focus as he himself was in an adjustment period. Common for him, you let Lars work it out the way he needed as you traced your thumb along his cheekbone. He couldn’t handle those dual sensations and a moment later, his head collapsed into the crevice of your neck as he gave an exploratory shuffle of his hips a few centimeters out before plunging back into you.
“T-That feels really good.” You moaned softly into his ear causing a shiver to blister down his spine.
“I like… I like when you ma-make those sounds…” He admitted, his voice strained and barely a notch above rationality. “It’s… It’s really nice…”
A smile tugs onto your face slowly as you tuck your fingers into his thick hair, seeking to motivate and calm him down from the prospect of overstimulation. “I like making those sounds for you…”
Lars’s cock twitched at that, the motion so minute but you could feel it inside of you as you shifted just a bit beneath him, readjusting on the pillow so you could look up at him properly when he pulled his head back. “A-And I like the way you feel around me…” His blue eyes drifted along your expression before they locked onto your lips as a sole point of concentration. “It’s… Tight but in a good way… A really… Good way…”
Your boyfriend's words made you clench around his heavy cock, causing him to gasp out, his eyes widening at the new sensation. “Oh-oh, that’s… That’s something…”
You nod in agreement as a blush overcomes your entire being, urging him down so you could place a gentle kiss to his lips. He had been asking silently by staring at your mouth, a whisperless thanks being given as his moustache tickled you as you muttered, “Y-you’re bigger than I expected.” There was that breathless laugh of yours that Lars thought was so cute. “Y-You feel so good in me.”
And for a moment, the man above you didn't respond. There was no motion from him until you felt the sting of a very deliberate drag of his cock against your walls that made you tremble. He pulled back from your neck, your skin immediately missing the heated sensation of his breath against it, Lars’s brows furrowed in minor confusion.
“R-really?” He asked, and there’s something so genuinely surprised in his tone that it made your heart ache a little as you brushed your fingers through his hair as your words settled into the air and into his mind. Something shifted in Lars’s expression. The shock of your compliment slowly melted into something warmer, more confident. A shy smile tugged at the corner of his plush lips, his mustache lifting with it.
"I-I’ve never really… thought about it like… that…” Lars trailed off, his cheeks flushing a deep red against his pale skin, only minorly disrupted by his facial stubble as he inched out of you before sinking back in as far as he could reach.
Your back arched off the bed slightly, pressing your taut chest against his as you let a low moan out. “Is… Is this okay?” Lars asked after a few moments, repeating his thrusting motion that sprinkled the best sensation along your core. “I do-don’t want to hurt you…” His voice was straining to keep itself contained and not delve too far into the pleasure. Yet. He would once he knew you were good to go.
You nodded wordlessly, your mouth slightly agape as you sucked a breath in as Lars shuffled his hips against yours. “Y-You’re perfect, Lars.”
The cheap mattress of Colt’s trailer bed dipped beneath your knees, the worn sheets cool and contrasted against your palms, stark compared to the heat of the desert outside. Being on all fours was common now, it’s what the blonde stuntman liked as you arched your back to display the fleshy bounce of your ass for his hungry eyes.
His cock was so hard it felt like one little bit of attention made to it was going to make him cum as he positioned himself at your entrance, a small hiss leaving his mouth as he gripped his needy hard-on with one calloused hand, the other grasping with a possessive strength at your hip to get you in the most optimal angle. You were surely going to have bruises there in the morning, but it was all worth it.
“Ready?” Colt asked, his voice low and rough, incredibly different from the charming demeanor he showed the film crew when performing stunts.
You could only nod, your breath catching in your throat aggressively as he pushed in, painfully slow. The head of his cock disappeared as you were given time to adjust to the stretch. Even after all this time, the initial penetration was enough to make you go crazy, your head dipping as you urged your body not to shake prematurely as your toes curled. Colt watched his cock bury itself so deep inside of you that he couldn’t seem to focus on anything other than that point of primal contact.
“Fuuuuckkkk.” You gasped as air finally met your lungs again, his cock filling you up completely, his taut hips pressing against your ass and conforming against him like a puzzle piece. “Y-you're so big.”
“What was that?” His hands tightened on your hips, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Your cock.” You clarified with a huff, pushing back against him and causing the large man to stumble a bit before he regained composure. “It f-feels even bigger in this position. Like I-I’m being split in half.”
What a visual. Colt responded with a low chuckle as he began to move. It was slow at first, too slow for your liking as you grasped at the sheets with a tiny moan before it increased into a set rhythm. Enough to get you both going for now, but not enough to cause anything to be over too soon. If there was one thing Colt was good at, it was teetering on that very line.
“Yeah?” He grunted, a hand coming down to grasp at your ass and urge you to grind into him as the other wrapped delicately around your neck to keep you arched instead of letting your body falter. “Tell me more, baby.”
“So thick.” You moaned hoarsely as Colt picked up pace, jutting his cock into you as best he could, the sound of skin slapping skin seeping into the air of the small trailer, the controlled movements he was known for giving way to something far more urgent. The bed groaned loud under your combined weights as Colt drove into you, your body reacting as best it could as you met him thrust for thrust, pushing back to take him deeper as his long fingers exploded against your neck and held you. You needed every inch of him, and he had to know.
“I-I’m going to cum a-all over y-your big cock, Colt. Fuc… Fuck… don’t stop.”
Colt's rhythm faltered for a moment as he processed your words. "Fuck," he muttered, his voice strained. "You say things like that and I'm not going to last."
"Don't last then," you challenged, looking back at him over your shoulder. "Just fill me up and show me what a stuntman can really do."
Lazy mornings seemed rare with your lover. Even more so when he came home at the early hours of the morning, unexplained but always willing to tug himself into your bed with the favor of stress release. And this early Tuesday morning was no different, the predawn light filtering through the small blinds of your apartment, casting faint, gray stripes across the rumble sheets that were close to being discarded.
The air was cool on your exposed skin, raising goosebumps and hardening your nipples only to be soothed by the solid wall of heat pressed against your back. Driver was behind you, his chest a firm plane against your shoulder blades, one arm curled possessively around your waist and keeping you against him. His other hand was holding onto the base of his cock, teasing your entrance, urging you to prop your leg up so he could enter.
Not like it was even a question as you did just that, sleep still tugging on your movements as the blonde pushed into you with an inch by inch stroke that made a shudder explode down your spine, felt in Driver’s sternum as he pressed his chest more ardently to your back, lips barely ghosting against the shell of your ear as a silent moan cased there. Driver’s movements were always economical and precise, somewhat tearing more into the idea of performing a function rather than fucking but that’s just how it was.
There was an intensity to him that both thrilled you and unnerved some part of your rationality, but it made you only want him more as he focused behind you, shifting his hips against your ass and pressing deeper. You gasped softly, the hand around your waist dripping between your semi-open legs.
Driver’s rhythm didn't change at your sound, but his blue eyes which has been closed, fixed on some obscure thought of his nice it was to be with someone like this, opened and slowly came to focus on your face. He watched you, his expression unreadable in the dim light but there was a crack in the facade as you moaned again, his mouth twitching.
“Mmmmm… Y-You’re always so much bi-bigger than I remember, Driver.” You panted into the air, your voice barely a tangible whisper for him. But, he heard it. And for a moment, nothing changed. He continued his steady, measured pace of railing into you as if he didn't hear your compliment at all. “You feel incredible.”
That was the nail he needed. You felt it - a subtle shift in his fingertips, the way he moved behind you before giving you a slightly deeper thrust forward. You groaned at that, feeling him stretch you like it was the first time, head tilting to the side. Driver’s gaze met yours immediately and you’re both frantically searching for something.
“Y-You’re being awfully quiet.” You observed, your hand reaching up to cup the side of his face as he thrusted deeper into you, his free hand coming up to grasp your thigh to keep your leg from rebounding and clamping shut. Driver didn't bother responding verbally, but you were in for a treat as he leaned his face in to capture your lips in a tired kiss, languid and bustling with the affection he so often chose to ignore because it was easier in his line of work. His lips brushed against yours before captivating down your jaw to your ear.
“I’d rather listen to you than listen to me.” He moved behind you once again, the bed frame creaking a bit with that as his cock hit that spot inside of you that made you grasp at the side of his face in desperation, his thrusts becoming that much more purposeful, more attune to your reactions.
The compliment that had gone vaguely unnoticed, at least in your perspective, was driving him crazy to the point where Driver became irrationally focused on your pleasure, determined not to understand every nuance and sensation. He needed this more than he could tell you, so he was going to show you.
∘₊✧ Summary: After a few weeks of building trust and physical touch with him, you give Lars a thigh job.
∘₊✧ Authors notes: Based on this delicious request! The thought of giving Lars a thigh job... god. I can't think about it too long or I'll implode. Title taken from the song of the same name as featured in the movie, because Lars really does become the genius of love - physical and otherwise!! Fingers don't fill a bowling ball like that and then disappoint a lover!
∘₊✧ Content: nsfw, hand job, fingering, mentioned masturbation, oral sex (Lars giving), mentioned blow jobs, mentioned penetrative sex, thigh job (intercrural sex), horny Lars, touch sensitivity, first times, afab reader - 'pussy' used to describe parts once
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Lars isn’t ready for penetrative sex yet, but you’ve tried a few other things together that have got him both hooked on you, and curious for more.
It started with kisses of course, which developed into much more heated sessions.
After making out came dry humping with clothes on, which made Lars almost black out because he was kind of embarrassed to experience all that pleasure right in front of you, but the relief he felt far outweighed that. It also helped that you moaned for him, gripped his sweater and unravelled right along with him.
Touching under clothes was the next step, which he was especially eager to do for you, and surprisingly adept at; his fingers are thick and precise and naturally skilled. He was in awe of the way his fingers can make you feel, squirming, back arching, fingernails digging into his wrist as you feel every pump of his finger, every massaging circle around your swollen bundle of nerves. Lars loves the way he can feel your walls clench around his fingers when you cum. He loves to lick the taste of you from them, too.
When you slid your hand into his pants for the first time, it wasn’t exactly a hand job. Instead, he let you guide his hand so the contact wasn’t too intense, and he came in just a couple of minutes. The next time, he trusted you entirely to touch him completely unguided, your bare flesh against the heat of his hard cock — and he came even quicker.
He ate you out a few days ago, and every day since, because he seriously got a taste for you. And god did he make you see stars over and over again. He combines his fingers filling you with the gentle flicking of his tongue to have you melt into his bed (or the dinner table or the kitchen counter or the sofa at Karin and Gus’s while they’re out and you’re supposed to be helping with their decorating) and cry out for him.
Blow jobs, though, feel scary. There is so much sensory input to consider with receiving oral sex that Lars needs a little longer to work on that. But he is curious how it’ll feel to have your perfect mouth take him in, wet and warm, and whether it feels at all like sex will feel. There’s time to work that out yet. You’re so patient with him after all.
Little does he realise you’re more satisfied than anyone else could dream to make you, and it doesn’t matter to you what method gets you there, as long as he’s comfortable and satisfied too.
Lars has learned your body like he knows the back of his hand, but he’s still working on his own body, and you both know that could take some time.
What you both know though, is that he does want you. So bad he can’t sleep on the days he doesn’t see you, and ends up at the woodpile at 2am to burn off the simmering sexual energy that comes along with after-dark thoughts of you. After all, he doesn’t want to waste an orgasm on a lonely jerk off session when you could give him one far stronger and a hundred times more thrilling in just a few hours.
Your idea to try something new tonight proves that he was right about that, or he thinks so anyway. You’d personally pay money to know he jerked off to the thought of you, but he’d be far too shy to divulge that information just yet anyway.
After a hurried dinner during which Lars was impatient to get you out of Gus and Karin’s house to have you all to himself, you get through his front door and strip from the waist down before he gets a chance to turn and kiss you.
Lars swallows hard when he sees you’re already half-nude, his eyes drawn to your bared centre like he’s hypnotised as he sits back on his bed, waiting for your instruction.
‘It’s okay if you don’t feel ready yet, but I can take my top off too?’ you ask.
Lars, however, is about ready to burst. On top that, he wants nothing more than to push you to the wall, hook a leg over his shoulder and eat you like a starved man. This, along with the thought of whatever you were planning, had him hard and leaking in record time. Any more of you on show just yet and he thinks he might actually implode.
He shakes his head.
You smile, understanding, your eyes flicking down to the painful tent in his pants as you step toward him.
‘Unzip,’ you whisper, and he does it without question, lowering his underwear too so his thick cock can spring free of the confines.
You’ve touched it plenty, but you’ve never seen it. And oh, it’s so handsome you can’t help but lick your lips. Lar’s length is hot with untouched need, red and leaking steadily at the tip, minute little throbs pulsing through it that you can almost feel… it’s big. And so pretty.
You grab the little bottle of lube you brought in your jacket pocket and offer it to him.
His head tilts, worried eyes burning into yours.
‘Just a little,’ you say, ‘so it feels good.’
He nods, spreading a thin layer of the clear liquid over his cock. It’s cool against his skin and he hisses at how good that feels, trying not to create too much delicious slippery friction. Not yet.
‘I’m going to sit on your lap. You’ll be between my thighs. Is that okay?’
‘Y-yes,’ he tries, heart racing. ‘Not inside you?’
‘No, not yet. Only when you’re ready. This’ll be kind of… in between a hand job and a blow job,’ you explain.
Lars blushes crimson, his eyes squeezing tight shut. The way you talk so openly about it is dizzying, kind of refreshing, and an incredible turn on. God, he wants all of that and more with you right now. All at once. One step at a time, he reminds himself, that’s what Dagmar would say.
So he nods again, and you lower yourself to settle on his lap, closing your legs around his length, sliding perfectly against your pussy between your tightly clenched thighs.
‘Oh- ohh-’
‘Does it feel good?’ you ask, and Lars lets out an incoherent string of moans. ‘Ready for me to move?’
‘Please!’ he cries, and you smirk, lifting a little to slide your clenched thighs up and back down his aching cock.
‘You feel so big,’ you breathe, feeling your core clench and drip as you slide against him. ‘Fuck me.’
And Lars immediately grabs your hips in his big strong hands, holds you still and ruts up to fuck into the deliciously tight space.
It’s messy and uncoordinated and completely lacks any semblance of rhythm as he loses himself in the sensation, a thick rope of creamy heat shooting out from between your legs and splattering across the rug below. As his breath heaves, you turn to push him down onto the bed, straddling his waist and closing your lips over his.
It’s a tough recovery for Lars; he can’t quite catch his breath but he doesn’t want to either. He just wants more. Wants you again, wants every part of you, but for now, as his softening cock twitches through the aftershocks of his release, he reaches between your slick thighs and drags his skilled fingers through your folds, rubbing and stroking just right until you’re coming undone above him.
You collapse onto him, shaking and breathless, and Lars wraps his safe, warm arms around you, softly kissing your forehead.
‘It wasn’t too much?’ you pant into his sweater.
‘It was just right,’ Lars says quietly, his voice cracking half way. ‘I think maybe I’m ready…’
‘For a blow job?’
Even after what you’ve just done, embarrassment prickles at Lars’s cheeks to hear you say that. His cock twitches, too, in a rather more pleasurable way.
‘No, I mean-’
‘For sex?’ you ask as carefully as you can, but it comes out a little more high pitched than you hoped.
‘Y-yeah, I think. I mean… that felt so good, but I just wanted to bury myself in you completely. Is that okay?’
You can hear his heart rate pick up through his chest.
thinking abt kissing henry, a little bit,,,, holding his face in my hands gently and kissing his forehead, or him holding my face with his hands and crashing his lips against mine,,, he makes me feel emotional man
Kissing Henry can be such a soft and wet experience. It can bring him to tears if it's at the right moment, move him to make new art, or give him all the hope he needs to find beauty like this elsewhere.
And for you? The intensity of his gaze before he leans in and the way his lips close over yours, hungry and needy, makes you breathless before you begin. The way he uses his teeth to nip gently at your lips, getting a little experimental with it, and the warmth of his tongue against yours when you finally part them and invite him in.
He's never sure where to put his hands at first, awkwardly clenching his fists by his side until he gets the nerve to slide a palm up your back while you cup his cheek with one of yours, and from there he can't help but hold your face in his hands, too, bringing you as close as he can into himself. It’s grounding.
He tastes smoky sweet, like the ash of his last cigarette was left behind on his tongue, bitter and woody, while his lips are surprisingly soft and his fingers on your cheeks smell like paint and charcoal. It’s a heady mix of him that makes you a little dizzy.
When he pulls away, he smirks momentarily and avoids your eye contact, snorting a quiet laugh as though he's excusing himself before you could break the news that he was bad at it because he already knows.
But he wasn't bad, not by any stretch of the imagination, and you want to do it again. And he’s so glad you tell him that, because so does he.
omg hear me out sitting on lars lap and giving him a thigh job
Anon, I started answering this in a normal way and then accidentally wrote a whole ass fic about it because I can never shut up about Lars, so I'll be posting it later!
imagine asking six to choke u with his bicep during backshots,,,,, and he holds u so very tenderly and gentle euauauaugshhdhs im just a sucker for soft six 😞
His arm slipping slowly around your shoulder first because he can't bring himself to hurt you, and choking sounds like a dangerous game. His arms are big, thick and strong, your precious throat is no match for them. He can't do it.
He's rolling his hips slow and careful, so instead he compromises with fucking into you a little harder, a little faster while he holds you so close and careful.
You don't even care, it's enough just to know he cares about you that way, and his cock stretching you so full feels just right. You bring a hand up to hold his arm, whispering 'It's okay, that feels so good, don't stop,' and your gentle encouragement it so unexpected and sweet he cums on the spot.
Hi, I am thinking of driver getting fucked by the male reader ( not sure if you are fine about male reader, feel free to ignore if you aren’t) scenario where it is his first bottoming. The reader is his boyfriend and he wants to make him feel good because driver is doing the fucking or whatever. Turns out driver loves it .
Thoughts?
Driver x amab!reader imagine below!
Content: nsfw, anal sex, first times, fluffy smut
Shout out to @detective-march who helped me get this right!
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Driver is used to being in control. He needs it, actually. It’s his only vice.
He feels safe when he’s with you, because you let him take the lead in whichever ways he needs to.
When it comes to sex, he’s usually on top, fucking into you soft and slow — to keep himself from coming undone too soon more than anything, but you don’t complain. It always feels good when he’s rolling his hips into yours or guiding you on him.
He’s never really considered before that it might feel nice to relinquish control of that aspect of his relationship with you for a while and just let you take care of him. The thought would scare him if it were about anything else, or anyone else. But when you suggest fucking him, his heart jumps. He really wants that.
When the time comes, when you finally slip into him and begin to move, Driver's eyes widen with wonder… is this how incredible you feel every time he fucks you? So warm and whole and full? It’s overwhelming in all the best ways, and he already craves more, like a hunger for something he can't satiate.
‘F-faster,’ he tries, 'more-'
As your hips snap harder, his eyes close and his jaw slackens. It's a relief to let go and be completely and utterly yours while you whisper in his ear how good he feels and kiss him hard. It feels safer than he thought it would and that alone makes his toes begin to curl.
It doesn’t take long for him to unravel completely. Your skin slapping loudly against his, your lips soft and commanding as you lead him in a sweet but heated kiss, and that spot inside him that's never felt like this before...
His whimpers fill your ears, the sweetest sound you've ever heard. He's usually so quiet without encouragement to be more vocal, but something about this feeling is dragging the sound from him so easily.
When his climax grows near, he turns his head into the pillow to keep you from you seeing him at his most vulnerable, which isn't unusual. You swear you can see tears on his cheek this time, though.
After he shoots the thick rope of his release over his stomach and yours with a strangled cry, you clean the two of you up and settle beside him.
'How was it?' you ask, not expecting much by way of reply. He is often quiet after sex.
Driver takes a moment before looking you right in the eyes and answering, 'Good... we should do that more often.'
