I love how you write lars and I cannot make a decision in my own brain about this so I gotta ask your opinion lol
Nsfw but like I gotta know your thoughts on how our sweet boy would react to being called sir or daddy, I know he'd blush but I can't decide if he'd actually like either
Thank you so much 🫶💕
I don't think he would naturally go for anything like that generally; usually you’d use cute pet names for one another and during sex he would almost pass out if you say just his name.
Sir wouldn’t feel right, he’d feel like he was supposed to be superior to you if you call him that and it wouldn’t feel good to him.
But I do think he could come around to being called daddy if it stuck him at the right time. He doesn’t want to feel older than you or hold more power in your dynamic - he just likes to know you feel safe with him and it would give him a sense of control that feels very safe for him to explore.
I also tend to think Lars has a breeding kink, and for him, although not really the point of exploring a daddy kink, it would ignite the same feeling in him.
Imagine it slipping out when you've been unable to stop staring at him all night at a party because looks so good, all smart and dressed up with his hair slicked back and his best suit on, standing tall with those big strong hands resting at your lower back every chance they get or taking your hands in his strong but gentle grip.
‘You look so good,’ you coo with your fingers squeezing his thigh.
Lars closes his eyes and tries to breathe for a moment, but he’s getting better at this game and he turns to whisper in your ear, ‘I can’t wait to get you home.'
'Oh? Are you gonna take good care of me… daddy?'
You can practically feel the heat coming off Lars when he hears that, it does something to him that words can't describe. He grabs your hand and your coats, and with hurried goodbyes, marches you out to the car.
On the journey home, you can hear him trying to force his breathing calm, and when you arrive home and are behind closed doors, he says something so quiet, you can't make our what it is.
'Lars, baby, what is it?'
He looks you dead in the eyes, 'Say it again.'
… so yeah maybe daddy could work for him in the right situation!!
Horny slutty afab Henry who will send you videos and voice notes of him fucking himself if you aren't home bc he's mad you aren't there to touch him
So while you're literally working or in class you can hear the sound of him fucking himself with one of your shared toys and you can hear it clear as day bc he's so wet 😳
Force femming colt and calling him your pretty girl. buying colt cute little pink lingerie that barely fits over his muscles. colt who squirms and blushes when you call him princess. k bye.
So. Im so hard it hurts (coinslot haver). HERE, HERE I POURED MY PUSS AND LUST INTO THIS SHIT.
Colt's sat on the bed—all that muscle, all that cocky bravado, reduced to a blushing mess because you told him to wait. He's in his boxers, arms crossed over his chest, trying to look tough, but his eyes keep darting to the pink gift box in your hands.
"What is that?" He's trying to sound casual. Failing.
"You'll see." You set the box on the bed next to him, sit down, and cross your legs. "Open it."
He hesitates. His fingers—Thick and long, calloused stuntman fingers—fumble with the ribbon. When he lifts the lid, his breath catches.
Inside is a set of pink lace lingerie. A bralette, mostly sheer, with delicate floral embroidery and thin straps that look like they'd snap if he breathed too hard. And a matching pair of panties—high-cut, lace-trimmed, with a tiny bow at the front...not in your size, but his.
His face goes red. "You can't be serious."
"I'm dead serious." You lean forward, brush your fingers along his jaw. "I want to see my pretty girl in this."
He makes a strangled noise. "I'm not— I'm not a—"
"Not a what?" You tilt your head. "You're not my pretty girl?"
He opens his mouth. Closes it. His ears are burning.
"I bought it especially for you," you continue, voice soft, teasing. "I measured it to your shoulders, your chest, your hips. I knew it'd be a tight fit. But I think you'll look gorgeous."
He swallows. "I'll break it."
"Then I'll buy you another one."
He stares at the lace. His hands are shaking.
"Put it on, Colt."
He stands up. Slowly, like he's walking to his own execution, he pulls off his boxers. He's already half-hard, and you don't miss the way his cock twitches when you let your eyes drag over him.
The bralette is a struggle. He has to shimmy into it, and the straps dig into his broad shoulders, the lace straining across his pecs. The fabric barely covers his nipples, and the sheer material leaves nothing to the imagination. His muscles bulge against the delicate seams.
The panties are worse. He has to roll them up his thighs, and when he pulls them over his hips, the lace stretches tight over his ass. His cock is trapped, half-hard, pressing against the bow. The fabric rides up his ass, and he's already shifting, uncomfortable.
He looks at himself in the mirror. His face is crimson.
"Fuck," he mutters.
"Turn around."
He turns. The bralette is cutting into his shoulders, the lace digging into his skin. The panties are barely containing him—the waistband curls over his hips, the fabric of the garter straps straining over his thick thighs.
Look at you," you murmur. "My pretty princess."
His whole body shudders. "Please don't call me that."
"Why? Because you like it?" You press your palm against his ass, squeeze. "Because you're standing here, in pink lace, hard as a rock, and you want me to call you princess?"
He whimpers. Actually whimpers.
"Get on the bed. On your back."
He obeys, climbing onto the bed, the lace rustling. He lies back, and the bralette cups his chest, the pink fabric stark against his tan skin. His cock is straining against the panties, a wet spot forming at the tip.
You straddle his thighs, look down at him. He's trembling, trying to cover his face with his hands.
You grab his wrists, pin them above his head. "I want to see you. I want to see my pretty girl all dressed up for me."
His eyes are glassy. "Please—"
"Please what?"
"Please touch me. I can't—need you to touch me."
You trail your hand down his chest, over the lace, feeling his nipple harden beneath the fabric. You drag your nails lightly over his stomach, down to the waistband of the panties.
"These are coming off," you say. "But I'm keeping the top on. I want to watch you come in lace."
He lets out a shaky breath as you pull the panties down his thighs. His cock springs free, already slick with precum, and he gasps when you wrap your hand around him.
"Look at you," you whisper, stroking him slowly. "My pretty, pretty girl. So desperate. So needy."
He moans, bucking into your grip. "I'm gonna— I'm gonna come so fast—"
"Then come." You squeeze him, thumb rubbing over the head. "Come for me, princess."
He cries out, hips jerking, and he spills over your hand, over the lace on his chest and torso, over his own stomach. His body arches, his muscles straining, and he keeps whimpering, "Princess, princess, princess," like it's a prayer.
When he's done, he lies there, panting, covered in his own mess. The bralette is still intact, somehow, but it's twisted, the straps slipping off his shoulders.
You lean down, kiss his forehead. "Good girl."
He blushes so hard his whole chest turns pink.
"I'm never going to live this down, am I?"
You smile, running your thumb over his cheek. "Nope. Now come here. Let me clean you up. And then we're going shopping for more."
You chat with Ken about his age. ‘secret-sexy-video’-verse. suggestive but not explicit. gn!reader x Ken.
There are over a dozen cosmetic products around your sink now, and only two of them are yours. Ken is a dedicated follower of skincare so it usually takes him three times as long to apply his various tinctures in the mirror as it does you, but you’re happy to perch on the side of the bath and bask in his company as he goes. It has a meditative quality, watching him massage floral-scented creams into his soft skin. It relaxes him and it relaxes you.
“Ken, can I ask you a weird question?” you ask. He makes eye contact with you in the mirror and smiles that dazzling smile just for you.
“You can ask me anything, no matter how weird.”
“How old are you?”
You’ve long considered this question. He looks fantastic, there’s no doubt about that, he’s annoyingly attractive. But there’s also tiny little tells of his age here and there: an understated wrinkle around his eye or laughter line that never quite leaves.
You see his brow furrow and his fingers twitch as he does some internal math, then after far too long a pause, announces: “sixty-five.”
You almost fall into the goddamn bath.
“Sixty-five?!” you ask. He shrugs.
“Yeah. I mean, I’m your Ken, so I kinda started properly existing when you decided it… and you got me when you were what, seven? So I’m sort of your age minus seven. But in a much more metaphysical sense I was around for longer than that because I’m stereotypical Ken, so… yeah, sixty-five. I was made in 1961.”
Many questions push to the front of your attention like kindergarteners around their first-ever teacher, demanding to be addressed first. You go with:
“How do you know what ‘metaphysical’ means?”
“My word-of-the-day calendar. Yesterday it was ‘smorgasbord’!”
Oh, that’s why he called your body a ‘smorgasbord of delights’ mid-coitus last night. That’s another mystery put to rest.
“You look really good for sixty-five Ken. Like, crazy good.”
“Thank you! It’s the moisturisers. And also the fact I wasn’t a human person for many, many years, just a lump of unfeeling plastic until your love turned me real.”
You’ve said more than once you don’t think his situation is a Velveteen Rabbit thing, but you choose not to remark on it this time.
A beat as he changes bottles.
“Do you know what a ‘problematic age gap’ is, Ken?”
“Mm, I think I can kinda guess from the words it’s made up of.”
That’s true, he’s been much better at filling in the blanks recently. When you speak again, your voice is lower. Suggestive.
“Some people find that sexy.”
He peers at you from his position in the mirror, hand slowing its massaging motions as he considers this.
“Do… do you think it’s sexy? If I looked up your secret sexy video history, would I find that search term?”
You stand up and embrace him from the back, hands alighting on his abs as you press a kiss between his shoulder blades. He shivers in excitement.
“Maybe once upon a time. But now I don’t need secret sexy videos. I have my un-secret, even sexier real-life boyfriend.”
“… and that’s me, right?”
“It is. Come to bed, honey.”
“I need to finish my routine before we sleep—“
“Not for sleeping.”
“Oooooh.” He looks at the bottle in his hand. He looks at where you make eye contact with his reflection.
He throws it to the side and follows you out of the bathroom in a dead sprint.
Holland NEEDS to hold you after sex. He needs to be near you, he needs to know that you still care for him. He doesn't care if it's you falling asleep on his chest, or his head on your chest as you whisper talk while you run your hands through his hair while he smokes, he needs some sort of connection and intimacy that isn't sexual after. A purely romantic intimacy.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Holland loves his ass, he knows it looks good in his tight pants. They smooth over his plump cheeks perfectly, and he likes the attention from you.
Holland would say he loves your everything, your face, your hands, your lips
But come on
He whimpers and moans into your ear like he's a girl every single time he fucks you. He cries in your ear about how you're so tight, that you're so wet and you're pussy is perfectly made for him, that that is why another man will never touch you, because your pussy was made for him to fuck and him only.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
Well, Holland is filthy.
He will not clean your cum from his mustache after going down on you before bed
Or what he usually does, quickly licking his cum out of you because he was to lazy to use a condom and too stupid to pull out
So his mustache has remains of both of you, he'll whisper to you and ask for a kiss but you shake your head at the sight
He'll kiss you anyways, yanking you forward
And then rub his mustache clean or just knock out with it still there.
Prince Charming!
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Holland loves getting his ass touched. He loves when you squeeze it, when you slap it, he likes when you grip it when he fucks you.
He likes when you pay attention to it, because he knows that he's got a little extra back there that most men don't, and he likes to flaunt it
It feels good, it turns him on, and he hopes you get the hint...
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Considering you are high school sweethearts, none. He didn't have any experience before you because you met as teens. He had to learn by you either telling or showing him what felt good, or by going off what made you cum the quickest or moan the loudest.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)
He loves when you ride him
He likes to see you fall apart on him, using him to take full advantage of your pleasure
He loves when you use him as your own personal toy, just some assistant in your pleasure almost as if he's not real
He also loves missionary, he's the classic white picket fence dad with dinner on the table at 5, lights out by 8, he loves missionary.
He likes being close to you. He says he can feel your love stronger that way. He likes holding your hand and pressing himself to you.
But he also likes whenever position he can manhandle you into, especially if you're in some sort of argument
He'll cover your mouth while fucking you from behind and won't pull his hand off until you agree to tell him that you love him, and that's also the second he cums... inside of you... with cuck heading to your apartment. Holland makes it with thirty seconds to spare and shoved himself inside of a random old ladies apartment to avoid cuck on the stairs, he then gets beat with a cane. Holly has to bring him a bandaid.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Holland can get a little goofy, trying to make you laugh, or accidentally making you laugh which results in the mood being ruined, him laughing, or falling off the bed, you having to take him to the ER which he screams about his "cock being broken"
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
It's the 70's, Holland is fully bushing it
He's wild down there, untamed
Unruly you could say
But it feels good against your clit, and of course he's a clean nice guy so there's no complaints
Beside, you both like some hair.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Holland is always a romantic, he's always telling you how much he loves you, how you're so perfect, how you're made for each other no matter how rough he is. Even during your separation he'll sob into you while he's balls deep, big blubbery sobs while he tells you how much you mean to him.
He relies on the intimacy. He can't live with just a sexual partner, he can't do hook ups, any of that. That's how he knows you two are meant to be.
He needs romance, he needs love.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Holland loves getting caught
During the separation he'll sneak in and wait for you to get home and once you want into your room you see him laid out, stroking himself
When you're in the same house, together, he likes spicing it up, kissing your neck and jerking himself off to wake you up, cumming on your tits as you wake up or having you finish him off
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
He has a biggg breeding kink
He'll whisper into your ear constantly that he wants to fuck you so good that he'll get you pregnant
The bump turned him on, he liked cumming on it, kissing it, licking it
When you're with cuck he tells you constantly how he wants you get you pregnant, how he wants to fill you up with baby after baby until you can't have any more.
You are a little worried, since you have a boyfriend but you also know that you're still in love with Holland and would love to welcome another beautiful baby with him, just not when your family is still broken. :(
When you were postpartum he couldn't get enough of your tits
He had to make sure sweet little baby Holly was snoozing away in her nursery before he would come to bed
He would fuck you while you were pumping, something about the milk made him rock hard
And he loves your nipples, playing with them, licking them, kissing them, sucking them
He would always pout and kiss them when they were red but he could never tell if it was just postpartum or from him constantly being on them
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He loves to fuck you in the shower
He likes the water keeping him warm and beating down on him while he thrusts into you, it's a cozy environment, and honestly... it's hot.
He also likes to fuck you in his car, the risk of getting caught is so thrilling to him since there's no top
He also just likes the classic bed, more room which means he can spread you out
In your early to mid twenties there was a lot of sex on the floor, however that happened, but Holland claims he can't do that now with his knees and his back even though he is still young, really he just likes to complain.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Oh literally anything
Watching you cross your legs
Hearing your breath jump
Watching you apply lipstick
The way your breath hits the back of his neck
How you slide your hand in his back pocket when he pulls you in to hold you
But he especially likes it when you pull his tie and lead him by it
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
There's not many things Holland wouldn't do to you. Once he ordered a sex swing but you swatted him in the head for it and he just never called the guy to install it because the last time Holland personally tried drilling into the ceiling (a canopy for Holly's bed) he almost cause a serious electrical fire.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Oh holland loves oral
He calls it his prayer time
It's like when you confess to something in the Catholic Church and are sent to do hail marys
That's his version
Getting on his knees for you or he's on the bed with you as he laps at you, licking up and don't and sucking at you just right
The noises that come out of your mouth is enough to get him off, and it's happened before.
Usually where you were a bit younger, like late teens are early twenties Holland would be able to get off from just eating you out.
It still happens now, just not as often, he has to give himself at least a few touches.
He loves to go down on you, he likes pleasing you.
Typically that's also his way of apologizing to you if he's been annoying or getting on your nerves or pissed you off
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Holland can be anything
Typically when you've annoyed him it's fast and rough, annoyed with you or trying to give you some sort of punishment for even letting cuck kiss you
Other times he wants to be slow, make love to you, kiss you softly as he touches you gently and whispers to you how much he loves you and he's doing so much better
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Holland loves a quickie. He loves to fuck you fast and hard in the car while you're on lunch at work or switching weeks with Holland, waiting for a friends parent to drop Holly off . He loves knowing cuck might catch you. He loves seeing you try to walk away and act normal like his cum isn't dripping out of you and like he didn't just fuck the life out of you.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Oh absolutely yes
He likes to fuck you knowing cuck is near
He likes to fuck you in his car
He likes the risk of getting caught
Taking Polaroids, leaving his tie or something at the foot of your bed
Just little breadcrumbs
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
Holland wants to go all night long. When he gets you all to himself, no disruptions, he wants you for hours. He makes sure to get you water and a little snack, placing it on your nightstand as a silent way of telling you to prepare for the night.
He wants you gasping, sweating, spread open for him.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Holland loves toys
He likes using them on you just as a possible glimpse into how you'd use them if you were alone, during phone sex while you're separated
During your separation he'll bring your vibrator out and hold it to the base of his dick like you used to
Not that you ever stopped really being together
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he loves to tease, but what starts out as him teasing you ends up with him just teasing himself.
He'll either slide his hand down the front of your pants and tell you'll have to scurry off to go do something, get a call from cuck, something of that nature, of you'll just leave him high and dry.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Oh Holland is LOUD!!!
it's hard for him to be quiet
To literally have to smack your hand down onto his mouth and clamp it over it if Holly is near because there's no way she wouldn't hear
He lets out loud, breathy, high pitched moans
One time Healy came over while you two were busy in the bedroom and noted to Holland that he couldn't tell who was who
W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)
Condescending calling each other "mommy" and "daddy" during an argument will definitely get Holland off
He's not sure if it's the fighting he likes
If it's calling you mommy or you calling him daddy
He's not sure exactly what it is or how to pinpoint it but when you're arguing between gritted teeth, hoping Holly or Healy or nobody is in ear shot, and if they are you still use the names to make it seem like some parental disagreement since you still use those names to refer to yourself and each other for Holly
He thinks it's everything really.
Seeing you be an assertive, sexy, especially when you are in a disagreement about Holly, he likes that you are such a good mom, and he likes seeing you get a little rialed up about her if he let her stay at Janet's house or something.
Holland also loves to take dirty pics.
Pics of himself to give to you, pics of you to keep for himself.
Pictures of the both of you
He keeps one Polaroid of him half inside of you in his wallet incase he needs to quickly get off.
Let's just say, his Polaroid is working over time, but also his best investment ever.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)
Holland is packing
Duh
About eight inches, maybe Eight and a half
Enough to where he has to really work you up for you to be fully ready for him without some sort of lube or tears.
But he can work you up to dripping down your leg in the matter of minutes so typically he doesn't have any problems sliding in.
He just has quite the sensitive tip.
When he adjusts himself while sitting if he accidentally touches it his knees are knocking together
When he gets worked up he's almost to tears as his tip is red and leaking everywhere
One time you dry humped for about ten minutes and it looked like someone spilled a glass on water on his lap.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Oh if ex holland is anything he is a yearner
He always wants you
There's not a moment he doesn't
He could be the saddest he's ever been or the most angry he's ever been and if you tell him you want him he is right then and there balls deep inside of you, bending you over
Z = ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Unfortunately, Holland is not safe! He will fall asleep directly after sex! If you try to escort him out and push him out of your window because cuck is coming he will try to ask if he can just sleep on Holly's floor or something beside he's tired
He'll fall asleep on you, under you, beside you, he gets so sleepy he just can't help it, he give you his all
Eating out Afab!driver who is making out with your pussy while sixty-nineing 🤤
Oh my god I know this man's thighs would be trembling like you'd have to be so gentle with him 😭😭
Also also
Him on top 🥸 oh absolutely yes
Him on top of you, his head between your legs while you're mouth is on him, you're thoroughly enjoying the taste of him, he taste sweet and clean and a little salty and it's so good
You can't help but hum and moan into him
And when his thighs start shaking you slide your hand over his ass, softly rubbing at the cheek. "Baby, calm down. I don't want you collapsing on me." He ignores you, he's tongue deep in you and you have to keep yourself from kneeing him in the eye on accident because it feels so good
He's tongue kissing you, getting his chin all messy in you as he hums in satisfaction, also slowly grinding against your mouth
I wouldn’t mind if you expanded on the Colt making fun of u cause u can’t take his big dick
Hey I wouldn't mind it either 🤭🤭
Being it bed either him, he already had his fingers deep in you, you're both bare, hot, sweaty
Your cheeks are flushed and he keeps having to pull away the hair that sticks to your cheeks and chest as he kisses you
He's got your legs wide open, spread for him to fit his muscular body between them as he reaches for a condom
You can feel him on you, his breath against your neck, his hand on your waist
As he tries to push inside your legs come to close around him
You wince, pushing his hip back with your foot
"Hm, what baby?" He's panting in anticipation, and you can tell he wants it, he's practically buzzing
"No way that's going in." You breath, looking down at him as you finally take in his size.
"Come on, I just fingered you."
You show your head, obviously put off by the size, feeling a pit in your stomach grow.
"You're wet, right?" He reaches down to touch you, pulling his fingers back to see them covered in your slippery wetness. He smiles teasingly. "I don't think we need lube."
You kick his hip this time, but it doesn't faze him. He leans down, inhaling deeply as he pulls you into a kiss. You can feel his hips slotting back between your hips, his tip lining up with you as he tries to push in.
You gasp, pinching your eyes shut as you grip him, your nails sinking into the flesh of his back. "Colt, hey, oh-" your breathing is unsteady as he pushes his tip inside of you.
You lift your hips, squirming as you feel a burning stretch and sense of fullness you've never felt before.
You let out a whine, rolling your hips again.
"Come on, you're being a big baby."
You hit the back of his neck and he just laughs at your attempt to swat at him as he remains unfazed.
"You- there-" you sound almost like your choking, and Colt had to look down at your face to make sure you aren't purple. "I- you need to- I can't take that."
He laughs, his deep gravely voice leaving butterflies in your belly. "Boy, do you flatter me. That's just the tip, sweetheart. We aren't even slightly close."
You groan, wanting to let out a sob at the thought. "You're going to rip me in half oh my god." He laughs again, and you think about taking another slap to his neck but you know it won't faze him any.
He pushes in more and you gasp, grabbing the pillow next to your head and sinking your claws deeper into his skin. "Oh you're being a wimp. Come on. Bite my shoulder let's get this over with."
He rolls his eyes, whispering under his breath about how fucking dramatic you are.
You bite his shoulder, waiting to feel him push in. He attempts to bottom out, trying to push all of him thick cock inside of you.
You let out a yelp, sobbing at the feeling. "Oh my god. Someone's going to call the cops. Are you serious?"
You nod, eyes welling with tears at the feeling.
"I've been lit on fire before, you can take my dick, baby."
You push his face away from you so he can't look at you while he thrusts in and out of you, making you yelp every time he pushes back in.
"I hate you." You whisper, still clinging to him.
He nods, "you're pathetic."
You nod, preparing to be petty when its over and turn your back to him so he knows your mad. But you can't keep up your act for long as his fingers slip down, rubbing your clit. You close your eyes at the feeling, your head reacting back.
"Oh, see. That's it. I told you you could take it."
I accidentally shot myself in the eye w breastmilk once and now im imagining whipping a tit out and just shooting him instead because I KNOW he would annoy tf out of me postpartum
I'm cracking up, the worst part about it is that he would love it 😞😞😞😞
You would do it in a way to annoy him but he would just lick it from his face and be like "Thank you, babydoll. I am dehydrated." 😭😭😭
