hi all!! just wanted to pop on and just say that my reqs will be OPEN for a few days (end date tbd) but here is a list of rygos characters im open to writing for :p🤍
Noah Calhoun
Ryland Grace
Colt Seavers
Holland March
Luke Glanton
Sebastian Wilder
Lars Lindstrom
Driver
and Ken
꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜
i do not write male reader, minor characters, racism, homophobia, transphobia, or hate speech of any kind !!
this is me requesting something something holland march i got nothing specific. you can as always ignore my lack of specification love you kisses kisses kisses xoxoxo
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I WILL give you something Holland March bc I’ve had this brainworm for a while now. Here’s Holland worshiping your body😵💫
NSFW UNDER THE CUT- F!reader, body worship, oral sex (F! Receiving), dirty talk, Holland is so whipped.
Holland’s the type to get stupidly obsessed and excited once he’s got you naked. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s seen you like this, he’s not smooth about it. He’s greedy, a little clumsy and talks way too much but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t hot.
He starts slow, but gets filthy fast. The second he’s got you undressed, he’s between your thighs. His favourite position is on his knees beside the bed, with you pulled halfway off the edge so he can bury his face between your legs. He slides his hands up them, squeezing the soft flesh, and groans when you clench your thighs around his head.
“Jesus Christ, look at these thighs… are you tryin’ to kill me, sweetheart? Keep squeezin’ my head like that and I’ll die happy.”
He’s also a SUCKER for your tits. He’ll bury his face between them, kissing and licking, pinching your nipples, sucking marks into the flesh while his moustache tickles your skin.
“Fuckin’ love your tits. Been thinking about them all day. Please, baby, let me fuck them…”
He loves your stomach. It doesn’t matter if it’s soft or toned or anywhere inbetween, he kisses every inch, nipping at your hips and waist.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, doll. Love this body”
The dirty talk NEVER stops. When he gets into the zone, he’s got this lazy, cocky drawl even when he’s desperate for you. While he’s kissing down your body with one hand between your thighs, he’s muttering “look at this perfect pussy… so fuckin’ wet for me already, huh? That’s my girl.”
When he finally reaches your cunt, he’s downright reverent. He’ll spread you open with both thumbs, staring like he’s won the lottery. “Holy shit, baby. You’re dripping. All this for me?” Then he leans in and drags his tongue up your slit slowly, groaning at your taste.
He eats pussy like it’s his full time job. It’s messy, enthusiastic, and loud. He sucks on your clit, flicks it with the tip of his tongue then pushes it inside you as deep as he can, fucking you with it while his nose grinds on your clit. He’ll groan and hum the whole time, half because he gets off on it and half because he knows it drives you crazy.
He talks between licks, voice rough and muffled. “Taste so damn good… sweetest pussy I’ve ever had” and “you gonna cum on my tongue, princess? C’mon, grind on me- use my mouth.”
He gets off on making you squirm. If you try to close your legs from overstimulation, he’ll push them back open with his big hands. “Nuh-uh. Keep ‘em spread, baby. ‘M not done yet. You can take one more.”
He’ll hook your legs over his shoulders, keeping one hand on your hip and the other on your stomach to hold you still while he devours you.
Ohhh he’ll edge you just to hear you beg, pulling back at the last second to kiss your thighs and breathe against your cunt.
You hate him for it in the moment, but he makes up for it by giving you the most mind-shattering orgasms oh god.
He’s all lazy smiles afterwards, kissing back up your body until his lips are on yours and you can taste yourself on his tongue. Then he’s the one begging because he can’t take another second of not being inside you 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
He’s obsessed with the way your body moves when he fucks you. Every thrust makes your tits bounce and he’s mesmerised by them. He’ll lean down to suck on your nipples as he drives into you.
The dirty talk doesn’t stop!! If anything, it gets filthier. “Fuck, sweetheart. You feel that? Feel how deep I am? Your pussy was made for me, beautiful.”
He loves missionary because he gets to watch your face and your tits bouncing. He’ll kiss all over your jawline and neck, chuckling when you squirm beneath him.
Doggy is another favourite. He loves your ass and the way your back arches. Getting to watch the way he disappears inside you is an added bonus.
Cowgirl is definitely his ALL TIME fav though. The view he gets is exquisite, from your tits to your face. He’ll squeeze all over your body, groping at your hips and chest as you use him to get off.
Watching you cum is enough to make him cum, too. He’ll spill deep inside you and insist on staying like that for a while. “Don’t move yet… let me stay right here. Best place in the world, I’m tellin’ you.”
Sooo soft afterwards. All cuddles and tiny kisses and telling you how beautiful you are, how much he adores you. Honestly the most whipped man alive.
a/n - soooo this is a redo of one of my old fics with ryland. pls enjoy. im mid exams so not beta read
you tease Ryland in class. He doesn’t like that
cw: smut, teacher/student relationship, bondage, gagging, a LOT of aftercare, p in v sex, pet names, sub space, hint of angst?
It’s been a long night - a very long night.
Teasing Ryland while he was teaching your class had not been your best idea, not by a long shot. The expression on his face as he watched you smirk at him from your desk was enough to turn your insides to ice. But you hadn’t stopped with some harmless flirting, no, you were feeling a little braver than that. When he returned your mock paper, your hand grazed along his, giving him doe eyes as he towered over your sitting form. Then, to top it all off, you whispered ‘Was I a good girl, sir?’
It was just quiet enough to pass over the heads of the other students, but your seductive phrase went straight to Ryland’s head and he stopped dead still next to you, his brain trying to process if you’d really just had the guts to say that outloud. When you fluttered your eyelashes at him, almost comically, you heard the lowest, quietest growl slip out of Ryland’s mouth. He was not happy, not at all. These little flirtations may seem playful, but to Ryland, your professor, your boyfriend, this was very much not allowed. You were in serious trouble.
So that’s how you ended up here - spread eagled across his king-sized bed, arms tied to the bedposts by Ryland’s various suit ties, and Ryland himself between your legs, his hips pistoning into yours as he chases his own release. You’ve finally been allowed to come, after multiple rounds of edging and teasing - ‘Don’t give what you can’t take, sweetheart. You tease me, I’ll tease you.’
Now your mind is fuzzy and warm as the euphoria of your orgasm ebbs away. The feeling of Ryland’s damp skin rubbing against yours as he thrusts into you is becoming a little much, but somewhere in the back of your mind, you know it won’t be long now, perhaps from the laboured groans emanating from his chest, the way his hands are clawing at your thighs in a way that is sure to leave bruises, the beads of sweat dripping from his brow onto yours. Your jaw is beginning to ache from the spider gag firmly holding your mouth open and you’re desperate to wrap your arms around Ryland, the floating feeling in your head bringing with it a craving for skin to skin contact.
Finally, you feel the warm release of Ryland’s seed deep inside you, feel the weight of him as he collapses onto your chest, panting as he catches his breath. His unruly dirty blonde hair tickles your nose a little, causing you to whimper as best as you can around the unyielding gag.
Ryland hears you though, lifting his head up to look into your glazed over eyes, recognising that it’s too much for you now and knowing exactly what you need.
‘So good for me, baby, aren’t you? Took your punishment so well, such a good girl.’ he murmurs between pants as his fingers gently undo the strap of the gag, slowly removing it from your mouth as you whine in discomfort.
‘There we go, sweetheart, I’m gonna pull out now as well, ok?’
But you shake your head frantically before he can push himself up off your chest, the need to wrap your arms around him becoming unbearable. The words won’t come out, and instead another desperate whine slips from your mouth. It’s a good job Ryland knows you well.
‘Arms first? That’s fine, baby, here you go.’ He unties the fabric restraints with ease, rubbing your wrists gently with his fingers, before slowly massaging your aching jaw.
‘Better?’
You nod as you wrap your arms around his solid frame, dragging your nails up his sweaty back, scratching at the shorter hair around the nape of his neck, before running a thumb over his cheekbone. Ryland relaxes slightly as he sees a little more focus come back into your eyes, the skin to skin contact obviously easing your previous discomfort.
‘’S okay, baby, I’m right here, yeah?’
You nod again into his chest, inhaling his scent - sea salt, leather and old books. It goes straight to your head, like your own personal dose of heroin. There’s silence for a few minutes as you relax into Ryland’s arms. He presses a chaste kiss to your hairline, an apology, before he adjusts himself slightly, his now soft cock slipping out of your folds with a faint plop. You wince at the empty sensation, the fuzziness still crowding your head a little.
‘Need to clean up, sweetheart, I’ll be ten seconds, promise.’
You roll into the duvet, curling up as you hear Ryland’s retreating footsteps. He appears again a few seconds later with a warm washcloth and sits on the end of the bed.
‘Open your legs, sweetheart.’
You whine and shake your head into the duvet. You’re tired, you’re aching, you want to sleep and you want Ryland’s warm body back next to yours.
‘Come on, baby, I need to clean you up. The quicker we do this, the quicker we can go to sleep, ok? I know you’re tired.’
You shake your head once again, but Ryland’s stroking along your thigh slowly, calming you a little, and you lift your head to look at him with blurry eyes.
He smiles at you, his cheeks still a little pink from exertion, his hair messy and falling into his eyes. He looks bare without his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. ‘For me, sweetheart? Please?’
A little nudge on the inside of your thigh is enough to persuade you and you whine softly as the cloth brushes against your sensitive cunt, but then it’s over quickly. Ryland strokes your thigh the whole time.
‘All done. Such a good girl.’ he cooes into your ear, pressing his hand to your back to pull you into his chest once again.
He throws the cloth away, grabbing your pyjamas from under the pillow and helping you into them with steady hands, whispering praises whenever you seem a little fragile. He tugs on a fresh pair of boxers before settling into the bed, tucked up behind you so his chest is pressed against your back, his face buried in your hair, legs tangled together under the covers. The huff of his breath against your hair helps to ground you, almost as if he’s blowing away the cotton wool in your head.
After a while, you turned to face Ryland.
‘Back with me, baby?’
You murmur a small ‘yes’, trying to stifle a yawn at the same time. He chuckles and you felt the vibrations in his chest.
‘Was it alright? Didn’t go too hard on you, did I?’
‘No, Ry, I loved it. I’m just knackered now, that’s all.’
‘That’s when I know I’ve done a good job.’ Ryland chuckles again and presses a kiss to your forehead.
‘You’re hot when you’re angry, y’know?’ You smirked up at him.
‘Yeah well, that’s what happens when you tease me while I’m trying to teach. You know how seriously I take pedagogy.’
‘Nerd.’ You giggle, your smirk growing even wider. But Ryland knows exactly what you’re thinking.
‘Uh-uh, don’t you dare do it again. Did I not just teach you that lesson?’
okaybjjsy finished the notebook . That was so peaceful, I was expecting something bad to happen. I feel really dizzy and I did not cry. But my chest DOES hurt .the kovie did somehting
hmmm i'm not sure how you meant this so im gonna so some sfw hcs and some nsfw hcs.... because holland would take care of you in many ways, yknow?
maybe its because you're younger that Holland dotes on you so much. the age difference isn't too big, maybe 7-8 years, but its enough for Holland to act like he's wildly more mature than you (in reality, he barely is)
won't let you do anything around the house. he cooks (and is surprisingly good at it considering his anosmia), he cleans, he reaches up for the top shelf to grab you treats when you're working late.
he also loves massaging your feet and tickling your legs for some reason. like he's not one of those boyfriends who need prompting, he literally takes your feet, plops them in his lap and tickles them for hours. its almost therapeutic for him.
hand on your thigh while he's driving
really hates it when you smoke cigarettes, constantly reminding you how bad they are, sulks when you tell him he's a hypocrite. also hates that you look GOOD with a cig between your lips which leaves him super conflicted.
hand on you at all times. when you're out around time, walking down the street, shopping at the mall, he's always got his hand on your back. Just a reminder that he's there.
he tries to order at restaurants for you, like to show he's a gentleman, but that stopped pretty soon after you started glaring and interrupting him every time he did it
"What? but its a nice thing to do- and you order the pasta every time, I know that-"
"Holland, I am a strong independent woman, I can order my own food."
"Hm. Fine, kill me for being a gentleman i guess-"
He literally pouts all night about it. only stops sulking when you suck his cock as hes driving home
nsfw from now on
holland is the type to really lean into taking care of you during sex
and I mean that in a way that sometimes hes really fucking condescending and patronising, but you're often too fucked out of your mind to care
his dirty talk is very much based on praise and filth
"You're so pretty, baby... gonna let me take care of you? gonna let daddy take care of that pretty pussy?"
and he does, to his credit. his big hands are always soft against your cunt, making sure you're stupidly wet before his cock goes near you
and often that means edging you multiple times, encouraging you that you can go just one more time for him, before he finally fucks you
he's constantly pressing kisses to your face, your temples, your nose, his moustache tickling your sensitive skin. he strokes your hair, murmurs praises right into your ear as he's stroking your pussy gently
when he finally does get round to fucking you, he's a little more rough - he's been trying to hold back for a while,and there's only so long a man can wait
but still, his words are at a complete contrast to his movements. balls slapping hard against your ass, fingers gripping your hips so hard its going to bruise, biting into the meat of your shoulder. and yet he's still talking you through his, even if his voice is a little more strained now
"that's it, baby, so good for me, taking me so fucking well, arent you? thats right, just a little longer, keep those legs open for me, atta girl..."
his aftercare can be hit or miss but he tries. usually gets a towel to wipe you up and remembers to get you a glass of water before he leans out the window for a smoke. mostly his aftercare is just him coming back to bed and letting you sleep against his chest for as long as you need - its not like he has anywhere to be.
just thinking about how i haven't seen anyone talking about ryland with a partner who also has glasses. AND as someone who wears glasses i feel like it's my duty to expand on this thought. 🤍
ryland who at first would get really flustered whenever your glasses would bump together when you kiss. he knows its not a big deal, but he's always worried it hurts you somehow. he'd have your face in his hands, kissing you gently, pressing into you a bit and your frames clash awkwardly. he pulls away, brows pinched together in worry, "oh- sorry baby."
ryland who gently takes both of your glasses off when you're sleepily making out before bed. one of his hands will be tangled in your hair as his other one reaches for your glasses. you reluctantly break the kiss, allowing him to take them off. he looks down at you sweetly as he removes them and gently sets them on the bedside table. you blush as he looks back to you, pupils blown and full of adoration. "you're so beautiful, honey..."
ryland who thinks its so cute when your glasses slide down your nose as you bounce up and down on his cock. you're sweating, barely holding on as you ride him sloppily. his hands are gripping your hips, honestly doing most of the work at this point as you've long been fucked out. he looks up at you, glowing, head tilted back, letting out the prettiest moan he'd ever heard. you looked down at him then, through your foggy glasses, they've slid down to the tip of your nose. you whine, orgasm approaching fast, "thats it, theres my girl/boy, come for me"
hi all!! just wanted to pop on and just say that my reqs will be OPEN for a few days (end date tbd) but here is a list of rygos characters im open to writing for :p🤍
Noah Calhoun
Ryland Grace
Colt Seavers
Holland March
Luke Glanton
Sebastian Wilder
Dan Dunne
Lars Lindstrom
Driver
and Ken
꩜ ꩜ ꩜ ꩜
i do not write male reader, minor characters, racism, homophobia, transphobia, or hate speech of any kind !!
He craves the moment his hands are pinned above his head, his wrists held down with just enough pressure to remind him he's not the one in charge.
Sebastian has a thing for being talked down to. A low, steady whisper in his ear—"You're going to be a good boy for me, aren't you?"—and his cock twitches, pre-cum beading at the tip.
He'll whimper, actually whimper, when you tell him exactly what you're going to do to him. He's sensitive, responsive; a single tap on his thigh makes him arch his back.
Proper, messy, pathetic begging, with his fingers tangled in your clothes and his forehead pressed against your shoulder. He'll promise anything: twelve hours of practicing scales, a lifetime of cold coffee, whatever it takes.
His neck is his weakness. A possessive hand wrapped around his throat—sometimes choking or just holding—and Seb melts. His eyes flutter closed, his breath catches, and his entire body goes slack, surrendering completely. If you bite his jugular, just hard enough to leave a mark, he'll be hard for the rest of the night, and he'll keep touching the bruise with a dazed, satisfied smile.
Dom!Seb
He doesn’t get jealous often, but when he does, it’s cold and precise. He’ll pull you aside after an ex lingers too long at the bar, his hand firm on your back, guiding you to the bathroom. One finger under your chin, tipping your face up. “Who do you belong to?” He waits for the answer.
Then he bends you over the sink and reminds you, thoroughly, for the next fifteen minutes. When you come out, your lipstick is smudged and you can’t look them in the eye.
He values your ambition, your opinions, your fire. He’ll argue with you about jazz vs. pop until midnight, then pin you down and fuck the last bit of fight out of you—but he respects that fight. He needs it.
He can bring you to the edge with just the pad of his thumb tracing over your clit, slow circles, watching the way your hips twitch. He’ll talk you through it, low and steady, guiding your breathing. “Breathe with the rhythm, baby. Yes. Just like that.”
