Hi guys! I made my first post, but I haven't introduced myself, so here are some facts about me:
I'm from Spain, so sorry for the bad english jsjsj, I think it was really shown in the fact that I spelt 'firts' in my last post
I have diabetes type one
I like cats
I have watched Good Omens, Sherlock BBC, Brooklyn 99, The Office and House (not finished), and other stuff I don't really remember
I could say my favs from house are Kutner, Taub, Wilson and House. But I just live them all in general, so, yeah
I like to draw, sometimes, but I don't really do it. I have a lot to do for high school, so I don't have much time. Also, I'm in like the technology and engineering branch (I don't know if you can say that, but I tend to make up my own language, so thats it) so drawing it's not really my thing.
I would love to write fanfics about house, especially Taubner, cause it's my fav ship, and there are like 6 fanfics about them, and it's actually frustrating. But I don't have experience, nor time, so it's like a fantasy I guess JSJS
I think that's all. I don't think I'll post a lot, but anyways, here's my presentation 😛
Just started a new sketchbook since I'm free for highschool. Now I have to decide what to study and do for the rest of my life. Anyways here are some of the sketches I made.
Blue Velvet - Lars Lindstrom x F!Reader [SMUT - MDNI]
summary: although you and lars have been dating for a while, he’s a jealous man at heart. so to show the world who owns you, lars gifts you a necklace with his initial on it. and he can’t take his hands off you after he clasps it around your pretty neck.
₊⊹content warning: smut (mdni!! 18+), established relationship, pet names instead of the use of (y/n), size kink, oral sex (f! receiving), possessive!lars, jealous!lars, lars cums in his pants, most definitely ooc but a girl can dream, you hath been warned!!
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author's notes: this idea popped into my head 2 days ago and i had to write it asap - i hope y'all enjoy it!! ok love ya bye⭑.ᐟ
[post-dinner date, at Lars’ garage apartment]
Lars guided you to sit down on his soft bed, the mattress dipping from his weight, settling next to you. In the palm of his large, calloused hand, Lars revealed a small, blue velvet jewellery box.
“Oh, Lars! You shouldn't have,” you cooed, reaching for the jewellery box. The crushed velvet material of the box felt smooth in your hands.
You watched as Lars became flushed, his pale cheeks turning a warm shade of pink. He shrugged, squeezing his eyes shut for a second before meeting your gaze.
“Oh, I-it’s no big deal, my angel.”
“Anything you get me is a big deal to me, darling,” You whispered as you leaned close to Lars’ face, planting a tender kiss against his reddened cheek.
Lars nuzzled against your gentle touch, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his stubbly cheek.
You turned your attention back to the jewellery box, feeling the smoothness of the crushed velvet material in your hand. Your fingers pried open the jewellery box, revealing a beautiful and simple necklace, just a silver chain with a single pendant of the letter ‘L’.
Your eyes widened with surprise as your fingers ran over the pendant, feeling the cool metal with your fingertips. Lars’ warm hand was now rubbing gentle circles on your upper thigh, a small smile blooming from under his well-groomed mustache.
“Lars,... it's gorgeous…” You murmured, enamoured with the necklace.
You couldn't help but feel some warmth pooling in your lower abdomen, pure lust igniting within your core. You were now desperately aware of how large Lars’ hand was against your leg, and how dangerously high it was on your thigh.
“Thank you, darling. I love it,” You watched as the silver glinted in the candlelight.
Lars hummed, reaching for the necklace and brushing your hair away from your neck. You turned your body away from Lars as Lars laid the necklace against your decolletage and clasped it behind your neck. You could feel his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck as you head your hair up for him so it didn’t get in the way. You couldn’t help but press your thighs together, in a weak attempt to restrain your desire for your handsome boyfriend.
You let out a soft, breathless moan as Lars pressed a long, wet kiss to your neck, his mustache prickling against your skin. Suddenly, his warm, large hands snaked around and found their purchase on your chest, cupping your breasts as his thumbs ran over your nipples, sending shocks of electricity through your body as they hardened from his light touch.
“Now everyone will know you’re mine,” Lars whispered against your ear, leaving a trail of kisses under your jaw.
“Darling, everyone in town knows we’re together--” Your breath caught in your throat as Lars nibbled on your earlobe.
“I don’t like how that coworker of yours looks at you, angel.” Lars’ voice was low and gravelly.
You shuddered against his calloused palms as they kneaded your breasts.
“Oh, R-Ryan? Lars, baby, he’s harmless--” you cut yourself off with a moan as Lars pinched at your hardened nipples through your shirt.
“He needs to know who you belong to.”
Lars’ mustache tickled your shoulder as his head dipped lower, his teeth scraping against the soft skin of your exposed shoulder. Another moan escaped your lips as your head fell back against Lars’ broad chest.
His right hand came up to pinch the pendant between his pointer finger and thumb, rolling the silver ‘L’ between his calloused fingertips.
“You understand, angel?” Lars breathed against your ear, sending shivers up your spine.
You gave a weak nod, feeling like putty in your boyfriend’s enormous hands.
“I need to hear you say it, my angel.”
“Yes, Lars. I’m yours, darling. Only yours.”
Lars gave a content hum, pleased with your answer, and rewarded you by slipping his hands under your shirt, pinching and rolling your nipples.
You let out a short whine, signalling to Lars that you need more, and you need it fast.
Lars understood immediately, and you lifted your arms as he peeled your shirt from your figure. His large hands were back on you, turning your body so you were facing him. Lars couldn't help but let out a low growl at the sight of your bare breasts before pressing his face against your chest and pushing you down on the bed.
Lars pounced on you immediately, pushing his large frame between your thighs and grinding his still-clothed thick cock against your aching core. The feeling of his large, solid member rubbing against the fabric of your panties as your skirt pushed up your hips was enough to send you into a frenzy. You could feel your wetness starting to pool in the gusset of your underwear from the friction, and a breathy moan escaped your lips.
Your soft hands trailed upwards from Lars’ broad shoulders to his face, tracing his cheekbones with your delicate fingertips. Lars melted at your feathery light touch, his eyes squeezed tightly shut as he attempted to stifle his own whimpers from the feeling of his hard cock dragging against your clothed core.
“Lars, baby, please--” You whispered between your moans of pleasure.
You couldn’t even finish your sentence before Lars was undressing you, stripping you of your final layers and tossing them somewhere in his small apartment.
In seconds, you were completely nude before Lars. He leaned over top of you, his large frame eclipsing the moonlight that spilled through the window into his small apartment. His eyes slowly washed over your figure, memorizing every curve, dip, and freckle.
“Y-you’re so pretty, angel…” Lars murmured sheepishly, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as he blinked, trying desperately to regulate himself.
His gaze held on your new necklace, shiny and bright against your complexion. The sight of his initials on a chain around your neck sparked some perverse craving deep inside Lars, and he felt his heavy cock twitch against the fabric of his grey trousers.
Finally, something to show the world how you were his and only his.
Lars squeezed his eyes tight as his rough hands groped at your body before gripping your shins and pushing your legs towards your torso. You let out a gasp at the new position, feeling the cool evening air on your exposed pussy. Lars could feel saliva begin to pool under his tongue at the sight of your slick core gleaming in the soft light.
You could hear your handsome boyfriend whimper softly and whisper to himself, “all mine,” before lowering his face to lap at your wetness.
A guttural moan slipped past your lips in surprise at the warmth of Lars’ tongue against your throbbing entrance. Lars licked a thick strip with his tongue from your opening up to your clit before suckling at the hardened bundle of nerves.
Your hands left the bedsheets and found purchase in his dark blond locks, fingernails scraping against his scalp. Lars groaned at the burning sensation, sending vibrations through your pussy that travelled like shockwaves up your spine.
“G-gosh…, y-you taste so good, my angel…,” Lars moaned against your aching core.
The sensation of Lars’ prickly mustache rubbing against your slick folds, combined with his nose bumping against your sensitive bud while his tongue dipped inside your pussy was almost enough to drive you to your climax.
Lars could feel you tensing and unclenching against his mouth, and he knew you needed more to reach your release. Suddenly, you felt a calloused fingertip press against your clit, rubbing quick and unforgiving circles against the hardened bud while his tongue swirled at your entrance.
Your grip on Lars’ hair became tighter as your hips involuntarily bucked against his mouth. Lars let out a loud, broken moan against your core as he pressed a large hand over your abdomen, forcing you against the bed.
Now, his tongue had replaced his fingertip on your clit, swirling and suckling at it as his fingers prodded at your wet entrance. You felt one of his thick, long fingers press into you, sinking into your warm, silken core with little to no resistance.
Lars let out another content hum at the sight of your pretty pussy sucking his finger in, like you were made for him. He set an unrelenting pace for pumping his thick finger in and out of you.
You let out a sob, begging for more of him as you writhed on Lars’ bed from his touch. Lars happily obliged, adding a second finger to pump in and out of your pussy. The loud, wet sounds of his thick fingers oscillating in and out of you filled the small apartment.
Your head fell back onto the mattress in ecstasy as Lars curled his fingers inside of you, his calloused fingertips brushing against that spongy spot inside of you that brought you close to your climax.
A hoarse moan slipped past your lips as you felt the red-hot coil inside your lower abdomen tighten and burst. Your back arched off the bed as your grasp on Lars’ hair loosened, momentarily feeling paralyzed as your orgasm rippled through your body.
Lars whimpered helplessly against your core as your thighs involuntarily clamped around his head. However, Lars didn’t ease up on his ruthless touch, and he suckled at your clit as you rode out your release against his mustache.
Slowly, your body relaxed against Lars’ soft bedsheets, chest rising and falling from shallow, laboured breaths. You felt Lars’ large paw of a hand rub at your thighs, comforting you after your intense climax.
You shifted so you could look at Lars. He blinked while licking your wetness from his fingers with a content, blissed-out smile on his face. He stood to go to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water for you. Your gaze fell on the large wet patch that had formed on the groin of Lars’ grey trousers as you reached for the glass of water.
Lars sat next to you on his bed, watching you sip at your water. His hands were clasped in his lap, his dark blonde hair sticking in every direction as he smiled tenderly at you.
“Thank you, Lars,...” You whispered, passing him the half-empty glass for him to take a sip.
Lars gave a meek shrug, his blinking gaze flickering between your face and your new necklace. His face was still flushed and shiny from eating you out.
Lars hesitated to take a sip, not wanting to rinse the taste of you from his tongue, before murmuring,
Lars and baddie staying in gus and karins place cuz he has construction on his place
Oh lord you know they are getting caught too
They try to he the best guests and they are so grateful that Karin and Gus are welcoming them in and letting them stay in the pink room
And Karin is just the best host ever and checks in on them so often to make sure everything is okay and that they have everything they need
But there is one major issue
The pink room doesn't have a lock on the door
And Lars is a munch and Y/n is violently obsessed with her big beefy boyfriend so that's not a very good combination
(I lowkey see baddie gf as kind of liking getting caught/ almost getting caught like she has a thing for it maybe)
Not only did they get caught once
Both of them completely nude
It was a long day, the two couples spent the day at the lake and it was the first time Karin and Gus had taken the baby to the lake so they packed a picnic and spent the whole day there
They were all tired from splashing around in the water and exhausted from the sun
But Lars was wound up from seeing his girlfriend in her bikini all day
And she was more than soaked from seeing him in his tight swim trunks that hugged his ass and his thighs perfectly
Both of them bare, still sandy from the lake and covered in sunscreen Y/n is on top as she expertly moves her hips on Lars, bouncing and keeping her hands on the back of his thighs to keep herself steady while his free hand rubs her clit and his mouth kisses and licks her breasts
Karin is horrified when she slams the door shut, not expecting to see so much of the both of them, or in such a... compromising position
Karin yelled an apology but they continued on, none of them speaking of it or seeing each other face to face as the couple showered and went to sleep after
But the next time you'd think the couple would be smarter
Maybe block the door with a chair or something
But it was the early hours of the morning when the sun is just hardly peeking through the curtains and they are both still in a haze
They had shared good morning kisses before Lars sunk under the covers and pushed her silky nightgown up to her belly to push his face between her legs and get to licking
Her eyes were closed and she was clearly enjoying what her boyfriend was doing, his body hidden by the covered but his head still poking out and showing far too much as Gus swang the door open to ask if they wanted pancakes for breakfast or French toast
They both swang their heads towards the open door and Gus said nothing as he shut it
Y/n pulled one of her hands from his hair to cover her mouth as she silently laughs into it as Lars laughs into her thighs along with her
Once they get themselves ready for the day and walk down to breakfast Lars just gives Gus one of his signature smiles 😊 and a quick "sorry!"
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okay but lars with a BADDDDIE girlfriend headcanon tho , like karin and gus are so excited for him and the rest of the town are like ???? how the fuck did he bag her?? even cuter if she’s overly obsessed with him and is kinda protective. lars and the baddie he bagged by being silly <3
HEY many towns women told him he was handsome WATCH IT BUCKO Lars is a baddie too 😾
I can definitely see him with someone who is just like absolutely strikingly beautiful like an absolute fox and the whole town is like "??? Where tf did you find her?? Surely not around here??"
And imagine he's like known her since preschool and she's literally drown town she just moved away for uni and recently moved back 😭😭
Like imagine them at a diner one night and she's one of those people who jsut can't sit on the opposite side and has to sit right next to Lars so she's leaned over him and cradling his face while she kisses him and kisses over his face and they are basically nose to nose while she talks to him and one of the church ladies are like "oh! Hi Lars 😳 are you going to introduce us to your lady friend????"
And she's like "Mary stop being silly! You've known me since I was a little girl!"
And the entire town doesn't recognize her because she's just such a striking beauty and always dressed to the nines
Gus and Karin and Honestly the whole town are also so shocked to see... PDA?
Lars will drop her off and she's wrapping her arms around him and pressing him against his car while she gives him multiple kisses before heading in
They are holding hands, sharing ice cream (licking right off the same cone while practically eye fucking), making out at the drive in, and one of the church elders almost died when he saw Lars' ass get grabbed by her in the market
Like she's just always pressing kisses on his face and holding his hand and hanging off of him and swooning over him and the entire town is genuinely like um are they coming to shoot a movie here bc who is this??
And Lars has to keep explaining even to Gus and Karin that he has known her since preschool and she's not some random lady
I love this so so much plz I will have more thoughts keep asking about this LOLOLOOL
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HEYHEYHEY. Tomorrow I have my last exam and I think that when I get the results of them all I'll have a high enough grade for the degree I want to study. I'm so excited to finally be done with it and start my summer (though I still have to send regustration and shit like that)
Also later that night I'm going to watch lalaland on theaters 😭 I'm so happy
Anyway, after all that info I just dumped on you, I'm imagining Ryland or Lars after their partner passes their exams or just achieves something they've been working on, like a promotion at work. They would get so excited for them and want to celebrate.
Ryland would throw his hands in the air when you talk him the news, then he would jump to you, pick you up and kiss you. The next day you'll go out for dinner, he would be a gentleman (as he always is but even sweeter now), buying you flowers and giving you little kisses through the night
Lars would have a private dinner, at home, he would cook for you. When you come back home he's wearing an apron and preparing the table. He'll out candles and flowers. As you step into the room he walks towards you and hugs you, arms around your waist, bug hands on your back, holding you tight. And his face tucked in your neck. He'd have a letter prepared for you. Telling you how proud he is and how much he loves you that you read in front of him while he blushes a lot. Little shy guy
Well that's it. Impressed with myself that I for once write anything smutty (if you wanna add something please do cause they would fuck you so good as a reward 😖)
LARS HAVING A LETTER PREPARED FOR YOU 😭😭
Oh Ryland would absolutely be ready to celebrate and move love to you all night, telling you how smart you are and how proud he is of you, how far you're going to go, telling you how your hard work finally paid off... calling you his good girl WHO DAID THRTJEEJDKKE??
Anyways I'm very proud of you and that's so exciting! WOOHOOO summer break yippie!!
I wrote this at like 4am and it kind of ran away from me so please excuse any sloppy writing LOL
You hear your phone buzzing and buzzing and buzzing
And buzzing
You think, you hope, that it's your friend offering to help you straighten up and unpack your last couple boxes now that you've been settled into your new house for about two weeks.
You stand up from your place on the floor, trying to get random things organized that you've put off, things that have no space, that should be in a junk drawer, or just thrown out.
You reach for your phone, hoping that the screen is lit up with your friend's name but you see the letters spelling out your neighbors name.
Holland March
He is sweet, you have to admit. He helped you move boxes, helped you unpack, he was more than willing to help you build your new furniture and do the annoying things friends never want to help out with when someone is moving. You appreciate him and all of his help, he's selfless, and pretty nice to look at, but he just has one flaw.
He won't stop texting you.
You laugh at the ridiculousness, clicking the multiple notifications and opening it up to your text thread.
Hey
What's up
Having dinner Holly cooked lol don't think she knows what seasoning is! 😂
I love her though it's very thoughtful
I sounded like a dick
What are you doing??
You can come over for dinner I'll sneak you some seasoning haha
Want me to come over?
Twenty five minutes passed until he started again.
I've got a bottle of liquor with our names on it what do you say I bring it over and we crack open those last few boxes?
Sorry you're probably busy
Hope I'm not bothering you, just wanting to help
You let out a small sigh, reading over his messages.
You raise an eyebrow, glancing over through your window to look at Holland's house. A couple drinks wouldn't hurt, it's the weekend, and it will make unpacking these last handful of boxes not as sucky since it's all the junk you've been putting off.
Come over!
You quickly text back, before you can talk yourself into being alone for the night.
You hear Holland's front door swing open and slam smut almost immediately as he walks over to your place, and he comes right in. He's definitely made himself home, maybe you made the mistake of telling him that too many times. But you also do enjoy the sight of the man slung onto your couch, his pants tight over his thighs as he slurs some random words you're half paying attention to, him talking your ear off into god knows what hour of the night.
"Honey, I'm home!" Holland jokes, raising his arm with the liquor bottle as he walks into your house, kicking his shoes off before sitting it down on the table.
"And dinner, Holly insisted I bring some for you." He softly smiles, and you thank him. It looks good from what you can see through the Tupperware lid, but you won't know the difference when you're eating it freezing cold straight out of the container while you're half awake and half sober.
"Thank you, both of you." You smile back, folding table covers you didn't even know that you own and shoving them into a kitchen drawer.
Holland cracks open the bottle of liquor, you can hear the metal top cracking open. "It's some whipped cream flavored shit, I don't know. Seemed like it would be up your alley." He mumbles, pulling down two classes from your cupboards as he fills them, the frost from the bottle that you're guessing was in his freezer to chill now covering his hands in condensation.
You watch him wipe his hands over his stomach to dry them instead of using one of your kitchen towels like a normal person would, but not before you notice the water slide it's way down his long, thick finger.
At the thought you grab the glass, taking a gulp. Your nose pulls up in a scrunch from the burn and you pinch your eyes shut. "It needs a chaser, something."
"Jesus Christ, I was going to ask if you had something to mix in, silly!" He opens your fridge, grabbing a random soda before pouring it into your glasses.
He swirls his drink with his finger, instead of using one of your spoons, like a normal person would. You hold your glass out for him to mix yours the same way as you are still recovering from the burn from alcohol in the back of your nostrils. Holland looks at you as his finger that moment ago was mixing his drink, is now in his mouth.
"M'?" He hums around his finger, and you toss out a hand. "You don't have cooties, it's fine." He sticks his saliva covered finger into your drink, mixing it for you before pulling it back into his mouth.
You know Holland is attractive, it's clear, from the moment you saw him you knew he was a beautiful man. You have eyes. You just didn't know you were this attracted to him.
🕊️.
The boxes have been long forgotten about and a second drink has been poured. You got through two boxes before throwing in the towel and turning on some random movie. You sit on the ground, going through different pictures and memories that were once taped up in a college dorm as Holland sits slumped on your couch.
He smiles down at you, balancing his glass on his thigh with two fingers.
"You were a cute kid. Reminds me of Holly when she was little." You smile up at him, watching as what you're sure are fond memories wash over him.
You toss the photos back into the box, tired of sorting them and cursing your younger self for not dating them back then.
"How long has it been just you and Holly. If I can ask?" You peek up at him, taking a long sip of your drink in hopes that it will somehow cushion the blow to such a big question.
Holland hisses as if the question had burned him. "Oh a while. Holly was pretty young. So maybe.... six years? Maybe longer. I don't know. I get so lonely sometimes I lose track of time." Holland sighs, brushing his messy hair back as he takes a large gulp of his watered down lazy excuse of a mixed drink.
You frown at the realization, feeling your heart sink for him. "You haven't dated or anything?"
Holland begins to laugh at your question, almost before you are even done. You were planning more questions, but it's clear that you should just stop at the one.
"Yeah, good joke, sweetheart. I like that one." He snorts, tossing his feet up on the couch and laughing into his hand. "Really? Not even a fling?" Holland shakes his head, rolling his lips into his mouth.
"Nope. Nobody. I was so focused on doing what I could for Holly and making sure that I was being a good dad that once I realized years passed me by and I'm alone I just.. I can't even try to put myself back out there."
Your eyebrows raise, completely shocked. You lick your lips, preparing for your next question. You can't tell if the alcohol is living up to the liquid courage name or what, but
"I haven't been with anyone in over six years, Y/n. It's been that long."
And your question is answered before you can even ask it.
You want to tell him it's okay, take him in your arms and kiss his head, tell him he has so much time and that he's still grieving.
You lift from your spot on the floor, finishing your glass before standing above him on the couch. You make eye contact, saying so many words with nothing but a look.
You untie your pants, pushing them down along with your panties. Holland lifts to his elbows to watch you, watching your thighs as you kick your panties away from your ankles and lift a leg to straddle him.
He can feel his breath hitch, getting stuck in his throat from excitement and anxiety.
He pulls you into a kiss, a sloppy one that is messy, your teeth knock together but it's still good. You can taste the sweetness from the soda on his tongue but the bitterness of liquor and tobacco balance it.
"What if I'm not any good?" He whispers, making you shake your head. Your slide your hands into his hair, softly tugging at it while you kiss. Holland moans into your mouth at the feeling of it, his pain and pleasure mixing together as he grows a large bulge under your thighs.
You look down, softly laughing. "Jesus, with that?" You can tell just from the growing bulge alone that he's big. "You'll have no problems." He kisses you again, hungrily groaning against your mouth as your hands drift from his hand down to his pants as you unbutton them, trying to work them somewhat down so you can pull his cock out.
He laughs into your mouth, his hands guiding yours as you pull his boxers down, his cock springing free.
"Oh, oh fuck." You want to wince at the size of it. It's big, long, thick, a pretty pink tip. You want to tell him he could me a model but quickly realize a cock model would just be a porn star, and you begin to laugh into his mouth as you kiss him again.
"What?" He asks, slightly breathless, which is partly from the shock of what's happening.
"Nothing. Just excited." You mumble into his mouth, feeling his hands trying to lift your shirt. You lift your arms, revealing your bare breasts to him as he tosses your shirt away.
He groans, trying to contain himself from acting like a teenage boy who's just discovered porno mags for the first time. His mouth instantly attaches to your breasts, his mouth finding your nipple with no warning.
You gasps, taking a moment to steady yourself physically and mentally before sliding your hand into the back of his hair. "Yeah, feels good baby." You mumble, beginning to pull at his hair and pull his head away.
He breaks from your beast with a pop, but you pull his shirt off, your eyes scanning his chest and seeing his happy trail that leads down to his pink and now leaky cock. Your nails drag down his chest before lifting up, looking up and locking eyes as you silently ask for assistance as you line him up.
You sink down on him, hearing his breath shake in your ear until he lets a moan out as he bottoms out. You want to laugh at him, but the sheer size of him chokes you up that you're left basically speechless over the size and stretch inside of you. You struggle to move due to how full you are at first, awkward grinding before you can find your rhythm.
Holland's hands rest on your ass, but begin to slide everywhere, not settling one place as he explores your naked body.
"God you're perfect, this is perfect. You're so beautiful. You're amazing." You giggle into his mouth, both of your lips hovering each other as your noses bump. You push his hair down, "it's okay." You assure him, pecking his mouth.
He nods, his mouth trailing down as his lips quickly find their way to your breast again, switching back between kissing each one, not wanting to give any particular one more attention than the other.
You suck in a breath as he hits your g spot, still in awe of his size as you roll your hips and move against him.
"I-" he gulps, panting as his voice shakes while he tries to speak to you. "I don't think I'll last long." He grabs your hand, holding it and resting them on his chest. You aren't shocked to hear that, not after he told you he hasn't been with anyone in over six years.
"That's okay. It's fine." You whispers, squeezing his hand, he nods to reassure himself before his free hand is sliding down, thumbing at your clit. "Is that okay?" He mumbles out, rushed and nervous.
You nod and clench around him at the feeling. You haven't been touched like this is months, not like this. Holland just knows what to do, knows how to please you.
He looks up, seeing you blissed out as you bounce on his cock, your nipple in his mouth, him deep inside you as he rubs you, for a second he really believes you're an angel. His head falls back and his mouth falls open, he's thrusting up into you as he calls your name. "I'm cumming, fuck- oh sweetheart- ah-"
The noise between your legs grows louder and sloppier as Holland cums, and you would normally be embarrassed if you weren't so desperate to finish or if you knew he cared.
His thumb doesn't stall, still rubbing your clit even though he is trying to recover from his orgasm. You feel yourself begin to spasm around him, your movements growing sloppy until the band in your belly finally snaps and you begin to gush around his cock.
You rest your head on his, both of you trying to catch your breath. You slowly pull off of him, sitting back on his lap now that your legs are fully asleep with pins and needles prickling them.
"This wasn't- I didn't think that was going to happen, by the way. That's not why I came over tonight." You nod at his words, softly laughing. There's no way either of you could've known this was going to happen, especially with your earlier annoyance at his constant texting.
"That's okay. I'm glad it did." You admit, feeling a little vulnerable for once now that you realize you're not just physically naked but also emotionally.
"Me too, sweetheart."
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Evie I'm so nervous talk about Lars paws so I can calm down 😖😖
My doctor said I needed it I swear
Lars Lindstrom hotline was the perfect place to come ☎️💞
Sorry this is sloppy and turned into something else entirely LOL
His big paws chopping wood 🥸 and he gets a splinter and comes back into the house trying not to whine that it hurts but he's got a thick piece of wood thinking right out of his thumb
He thought he'd be fine without his gloves because it was starting to warm up a little bit, and he also just couldn't find them and couldn't be bothered to look for them when he knew Karin and the baby were in the house freezing, along with you who who was back under his sheets practically trembling even though the heat is practically set to hellishly high levels
He thought he'd just be able to pluck it out, a quick pluck with his fingers and then he'd get washed up, a quick bandaid before heading back out
But with his luck, and his clumsy kitten like paws, he lets out a whimper when he pushes the splinter deeper and chips at it, making it near impossible to get it out
He tries to grasp at it with either tiny but of fingernails, but he's only hurting himself more
You can hear him struggle in the bathroom from your spot under his bed, and you almost ignore it because his sheets that smell like him, a woodsy fresh laundry scent and the warmth are all too comforting
But you know if you don't get up that he will come to you with big watery eyes and ask for help anyways
You climb out of bed, walking to the bathroom. "What's wrong?" You mumble sleepily, a little tired from relaxing in bed and the credits of an old black and white film rolling for what felt like hours.
He shows you the splinter, and you wince before pulling out a pair on tweezers, taking his large hand in yours and in one quick motion pulling the splinter out of his thumb.
You clean it off, seeing his pink thumb now red and leaking blood.
You kiss it, frowning up at him. "Does it hurt, honey?" He nods, and you pull the digit into your mouth, licking over it like your tongue is coated in some wound healing liquid.
His mouth pops open and within the second you can see his mind is suddenly clear of chopping wood.
Thinking about Lars Lindstrom like just playing with your chest casually when you guys are in the stage of 'most touch is okay but Lars still has to work out his problem'. Have you seen this guys PAWS bro? No matter how big his hands are wrapping around most of the size.
You just staring up at Lars as his pupils are all big and focused like a cat and he's just pawing at your chest and stuff ohhh my goddd I love this man. Just think about him burying himself in your chest or resting ontop of it.......ohhhtihtiejriee he loves hearing your heartbeat when he can. 9ioeoorier im FuCKING TWEAKING OUT SOMEONE SEDATE ME PHELPEPPEPPEHUFUCKk
Okay it's been a while since I saw Lars and the real girl (two months or so but my memory is short alright)
BUT I can say one of my favorite things is when Lars would lean in and talk to Bianca softly so she's the only one who can hear him UGHHH
Imagine him quietly waking you up in the morning, rubbing your back with his big paw, his other one caressing your face as he leans in to whisper. Careful and low and it wakes you up so softly. Just for him to start kissing your skin the second you hum. Then pressing himself against you to let you know how much he needs you 😭
