I know you don't take requests in the traditional sense, but if it sparks for any of the goose boys.. (especially six or holland) then first time getting eaten out?
ty ty ty i understand if not !!
∘₊✧ Reader’s first time getting eaten out by;
Sierra Six / Holland March / Lars Lindstrom / Ryland Grace / Colt Seavers / Driver / Henry Letham / Luke Glanton
You’re getting not one, not two, but eight different Goose scenarios for this anon, because something about it lit up eight specific Geese in my head, and I’m starting with the two you wanted most of all ;) pick your Goose and have fun!
Content: afab!reader, 'pussy' used to describe readers parts (Ryland, Colt and Henry), reader wears a skirt (Luke), oral sex - reader receiving, fingering, p in v, premature ejaculation (Driver), erectile dysfunction (Holland), smoking (Holland and Henry), semi-public (Luke)
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∘₊✧ Sierra Six
Six holds you down with his big, strong hands. He talks you through it, firm but quiet, his whispered voice cracking under the strain of how turned on he is — but he won’t pay any attention to his own needs when you haven’t experienced this before and he gets to be the first to show you such pleasures. There’s something about the responsibility of it that thrills him endlessly. No one will ever do it as good as him, and he wants to make damn sure you know that. He makes you feel completely secure, but also like there’s only one way to end this, and that’s you cumming over and over on his tongue and fingers until he’s satisfied he’s taught you enough of how good it can feel. He doesn’t even care whether you’re coherent enough to see to his needs after, that’s unimportant right now — he just wants to make you feel good.
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∘₊✧ Holland March
Holland smirks when he finds out you’ve never been eaten out before. Not because it’s funny, but because he’s smug. And why is he so smug, you might ask? Because this is where Holland really gets the chance to shine. He’s very good with his hands, but depending on how much he’s had to drink or how distracted he is by a case or how his grief is hitting him that day, his dick doesn’t always work the way he wants it too. It’s complicated. But he still always wants to satisfy you, so get his head between your legs, with a last puff of his cigarette for good luck, the smoke swirling over your glistening folds, and he goes to town. And he won’t stop until your fingers are tugging at his hair and your thighs are clamped around his head for at least the second or third time. You’ll never feel anything like Holland’s tongue. It’s magic.
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∘₊✧ Lars Lindstrom
Lars is nervous, because it’s his first time, too. But he’s glad you’re on this journey of intimacy together, and the trust he has for you surpasses any worries he might feel about getting it wrong or simply not being good at it. More than anything, Lars wants to please you, so when he dips between your thighs, careful fingers brushing over your slicked skin, he uses his fingers to expose your clit and leans in, starting slow. But god is it heavenly. His tongue is so delicate, so precise, he has you gripping the bedsheets in tight fists, crying out his name as he laps carefully but perfectly at your bundle of nerves. Your back arches as he changes pace, tries different pressures and directions… oh he’s a natural and you would beg for him to do this again — only you won’t need to because Lars gets a real taste for making you squirm for his tongue and his touch.
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∘₊✧ Ryland Grace
Ryland considers your inexperience with receiving oral sex carefully before he makes a move in that direction. He doesn’t consider you an experiment, but he likes to keep track of exactly how to please you, and experiment with what works, and therefore what else might satisfy you. He’s obsessed with your pleasure. He knows you love his fingers, that you’d have him pumping his thick middle finger into your soaked pussy knuckle deep every single night if you could, and he always obliges when the time comes. So he starts there, fucking into you with those precise fingers, using exactly the right formula to get you off so good. But just as he gets you going this time, he stops. Expecting your protest, he nervously brings his slick coated finger to his mouth and sucks it clean, moaning around it, his eyes sliding shut. ‘Mmh… please can I taste you?’ he begs, long eyelashes fluttering under your surprised gaze. ‘I’ve done the math and I think you’ll like it...’ And really, how could anyone say no to that?
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∘₊✧ Colt Seavers
Making out with Colt is always messy. Sex is messy. When he’s lost in kissing you, it’s sloppy and needy — and while sloppy would usually equate to gross, this is anything but. Colt’s handsy and passionate and his hair is always a mess by the end of the night (as is yours thanks to him), he licks and he bites (gently), and there are clothes strewn all over multiple rooms. You can’t even remember half the positions you’ve been in because it’s so fluid and free with him; he finds it exhilarating to pleasure you and just lets all the tensions of life go when he’s buried inside. So the thought of being the first to make you unravel with his tongue has him particularly excited. He’ll take you for a romantic drive, finding somewhere to demonstrate a few donuts, park up looking pleased with himself and kiss you fiercely, then check it’s okay before eating you like a starved man. You’ll have one foot on the steering wheel, the other leg hooked over his shoulders, underwear lost somewhere in the footwell that he’ll find tomorrow. But right now your pussy is all he’s interested in and he’s starved of it.
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∘₊✧ Driver
As if his kisses aren’t sensual enough, Driver’s oral skills don’t stop at getting you both close to orgasm (or in some cases for him, reaching orgasm) with just his tongue brushing against yours. So imagine his face when you’re making out, hot and heavy, and he begins to press his lips to your neck, unfasten your shirt, push lower… and as you realise where he’s headed you breathe out, ‘Wait- I’ve never done this before-’ Driver freezes, tilts his head up at you, and his sparkling eyes widen for a moment. He tilts his head and you know it’s a silent question; Do you want to? You nod. He resumes. And let’s just say he’s not the only one cumming hard while his lips are on you tonight.
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∘₊✧ Henry Letham
Henry takes his time. He’s in no hurry. He asks casually if you’ve ever cum on somebody’s tongue before and when you say no, he just looks away, thoughtful. ‘You wanna?’ he asks after another drag of his cigarette, still not looking at you while he waits patiently for your answer. And when it comes, affirming that you do want to, with him, he huffs out some vague acknowledgement, stubs out the remainder of his cigarette, faces you, and with the most gentle hands, lays you back. He removes your clothes like he’s making a work of art just by revealing your body, and his lips on your bare skin are hungry and desperate and filled with passion for this particular piece. He fingerfucks you first, preparing you as he watches your pussy take his slim digits, licking his lips before leaning in and finishing you with the most thorough strokes of his tongue. He slows as you breathe through the aftershocks, and then he sits back in his previous position against the wall, pants feeling a little tighter, leaving you to recover beside him as he lights up again. You’re dying to know what he’ll ask you next.
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∘₊✧ Luke Glanton
Luke wants you to feel special, as special as you are to him. He wants you, of course, but he also wants to make sure you feel ready. So after riding around on his motorbike, legs and arms clamped around his hips and chest, the vibration of the engine hitting your core in a way you didn’t expect, he can sense you’re turned on. He pulls over somewhere desolate, kneels beside his parked bike and pulls you around to face him, perched on the seat, before spreading your legs with his rough hands, pushing your underwear aside and burying his head under your skirt. It’s not long until you’re rutting back against his tongue, one hand tangled in his bleach blonde hair as the other grips the seat of his bike that you’re only half sitting on now, to keep yourself tethered. He comes up to kiss you when you’ve come undone for him; you taste so good he can’t keep it to himself. And then you ride back off into the night together.
cockwarming ryland grace (or any other ryan gosling character)… that is all
Im gonna.. slide this here
Characters: Lars, Ryland, Colt, Holland, Driver.
Lars: he shakes a LOT and his big paw for hands are violently gripping your hoodie while you simply sit there and hug onto his shoulders. He probably cums from the close proximity in under 5 mins btw.
Ryland: Much better at this, definitely stern teacher mode when you try to move at all. Has you cockwarm him while he grades projects or just during movie night. Lasts a good while till you start whining at him and then he makes you beg <3
Colt: He wishes he was good at handling it LMAOO. lasts a solid 15 mins before he's slowly rocking up into you and he's obviously stronger so most of your attempts to get him to relax and just sit are futile, holds you in place to slow fuck into you while biting your shoulder.
Holland: If he's sober, oh hes so good at it and loves to rub your clit and make you cum on his dick without even having to move, if he's had alcohol...well..not so much. He first of all, very emotional like unbelievably so. sloppy sloppy kissing and he definitely doesnt cum while intoxicated so hes just whining and panting into your mouth ngh.
Driver: ...gloves. also the type to make you cum on his lap first, then he's fucking you and hitting your cervix HARD. Cant sit still with a pretty thing in his lap—usually ends up in lotus position with him fucking you into limpness ❤️.
tags | casual, smut (dryhumping, coming in pants, the usual), driver x male reader, actor reader, undefined relationship, established relationship
words | 1.7k
request? | by anon
summary | driver is your stunt double, and after a day of filming you unwind in your trailer with some dry humping
notes | send in requests! (especially sub! / bottom! ryland grace). writing a fic for someone without a name was an experience. can't wait to do it again for the next one lol. i was going to jump straight into smut, but i've developed a bad habit of making some plot pre-smut. reblog if you liked it!
you cringed at the metallic screech of the car crashing into the metal pole. almost instantly, the response crew ran across the open set and swarmed the car, fire extinguishers in hand like they’d done this a million times before. which, you supposed they might as well had considering how many stunts were in this movie alone.
you stayed put, watching with bated breath as your stunt double was helped out of the racecar. he had his helmet tucked under his arm, already moving away, even as the physicians tried to check him over.
at their insistence, he stayed put for a few moments, giving a nod in response to the medical team’s questions. his eyes met yours briefly.
for a moment, the world seemed to blur. everyone else fell out of focus, except for him. maybe it was the adrenaline, or maybe it was just your imagination—but you could’ve sworn you saw the barest curve of a smile on his face. a private acknowledgement, meant just for you.
“alright, great work everyone!” kristoff, the director, clapped his hands a few times, breaking the private trance. “don’t forget! we’re back here tomorrow at six, sharp! great work today, guys. great work.”
you nodded briefly at the director, already turned towards your trailer to avoid being pulled into another conversation. while you normally loved to speak, especially about your work and passion, there was something you were more interested in that evening.
you lingered behind, letting your steps slow without making it obvious. your eyes flicked back, and there he was again. wearing that same faint, almost smug smile, held just long enough for you to catch it. it was just a little more deliberate than last time, enough for you to be sure that it was directed to you. meant for you.
you responded with a subtle motion toward your trailer, careful and casual. his nod back was just as discreet, and the stupid little grin that crept onto your face felt completely justified.
by the time you got to your trailer, the chaos of the set felt distant, replaced by the quiet hum of the air conditioning and the sound of the door shutting behind you. you leaned back against it for a second, trying to let your blood settle.
the adrenaline from the stunt, even as a bystander, hadn’t left you completely. seeing the way he handled the car, twisting and turning as if it was an extension of himself… it left a feeling in your chest that you didn’t even bother trying to name. you’d spent the last few weeks trying not to name it.
you kicked off your shoes, almost walking past before doubling back to rearrange them a little bit neater. the smell of leather and coffee was strong in the trailer, a mix of all the costumes and cheap drink you’d consumed in the past weeks. when a short knock sounded on the door, you weren’t surprised.
you merely turned and found him slipping inside the trailer before anyone caught him. he still had some grease and fake soot on his face—remnants from the stunt he’d just completed. his short hair was sticking up in places, like he hadn’t bothered to smooth it down after removing his helmet.
“hey there, hotshot,” you smirked teasingly, leaning your hip sideways against the inside of the trailer. “i was wondering how long it’d take for you to get here.”
your grin widened when he didn’t even roll his eyes in response to the teasing. instead his smirk turned sharper, and your chest tightened at the sight.
“would’ve been quicker if i could teleport,” he said.
you laughed at that, head tipped back as you couldn’t hold it in anymore. you saw the crinkle in his own eyes before he stepped in towards you. your laughter died, but the smile remained on both of your faces as the distance between you closed in two steps.
“hey,” you whispered, unable to stand the silence.
your hand lifted, brushing lightly over the back of his neck. you watched almost in awe as he leaned into it, lashes fluttering shut for a moment. he didn’t use words, but you could understand him anyways. your noses nearly touched, breaths mingling as your lips drew nearer.
you closed the gap, mouth moving over his slowly at first. getting reacquainted after an entire day apart. your other hand lifted to graze his hip, and you pulled him closer. his hips knocked into yours and he let out a sound so sweet that you had to pry apart his lips to drink it up. the hand on his hip drifted to the small of his back, before dipping lower and resting on the curve of his ass.
the corners of his lips tipped up enough just for you to feel it into the kiss. you grinned back, nipping his lower lip before letting your lips trail down. you settled your lips against a spot below his neck where a fading hickey still remained.
“makeup department give you any trouble?” you murmured against his skin.
“not as much as medical,” he responded quietly after a moment.
you smiled and bit the spot again, before soothing the sting with a swipe of your tongue.
he let out a low hiss, his fingers tangling into your hair as you began to suck the spot. after a few moments, he began to get impatient, if the way he repeatedly tugged on your hair was any indication.
“eager,” you teased with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his pulse point.
“we’re on a time constraint,” he responded, sharply tugging at your hair once again. “i’d rather not have the janitors walk in on us again.”
“that was one time,” you defended yourself while smiling stupidly. “and they never recognized you. besides, i thought i apologized for that already. multiple times.”
“you did,” he said. “but i’ll still bring it up.”
your eyes crinkled with your grin, but you let him back you up onto the couch in your trailer. the leather creaked below you as you sat down, getting comfortable. you pulled your shirt off and threw it aside, arms spread over the back of the couch as you looked up at him.
he was standing still above you, brows slightly furrowed as if he was contemplating something.
“what?” you laughed. “getting cold feet after four weeks of this?”
he shook his head simply, taking off his own shirt as well before settling onto your lap, his knees on either side of your thighs. you raised a brow, about to ask him if you should take your pants off first, when he rocked his hips suddenly.
the moan you let out was echoed by him, a sudden sound in the quiet of the trailer.
“fuck,” you murmured, bringing both hands around to settle onto his hips. you tilted your head back, letting him come down to mark the column of your throat.
“let’s do it like this,” he said against your skin.
your response was lost as he rubbed his clothed erection against your own, this time more deliberately.
“y-yeah,” you managed to ground out. “like this is perfectly fine.”
your hands on his hips guided his slow rocking, while your own hips twitched upwards to chase more of that friction and meet him in the middle. your mouths were pressed together again in a kiss, but it was little more than an exchange of moans and heavy breaths. he ground his hips faster, and you could feel his cock twitch despite the layers between you.
you wanted to say something, anything, but your brain had short circuited so that nothing was clear except for him and the way he moved against you. the way he fit, like a missing puzzle piece.
one of your hands slid down from his hips to the globe of his ass, and squeezed.
“fuck,” he responded breathily into your own mouth.
you felt him reposition himself slightly, reangle just so. in a way that the friction was nearly unbearable as he continued his motions. the shape of his cock was already familiar to you, but the way it pressed against your own like this had to be a form of heaven.
“i’m—fuck, i could cum like this,” he murmured, lips wet as he spoke against yours.
“then do it,” you responded, the breath suddenly knocked out of your lungs. just the thought of bringing him over the edge like this was enough to make your cock twitch in your pants.
he bit your jaw, and then picked up the pace once more. you rocked your hips up each time, meeting him in the middle of each movement. the layers of fabric between the two of you, and the way you could still feel the outline of his cock made you desperate for relief. you rubbed against him quicker, whispering a mixture of honey-slick encouragement. you didn’t even think they made sense, the words leaving your mouth, but you were too far gone to even care.
you felt him drop his head against the crook of your neck, just barely covering up the sound of his broken moan as his movements slowed down. it took a few moments for your lust-addled brain to catch up, but then you felt the wetness of his pants against your own. heat rolled low in your stomach, and it didn’t take long for you to follow him over the edge.
you panted quietly, one hand rubbing his lower back while the other brushed the short hair along his nape. when he finally lifted his head, his forehead was drenched in sweat, and he was flushed a pretty pink. he looked wrecked, considering you guys hadn’t even taken all of your clothes off. you were sure that you didn’t look any better.
you couldn’t help but brush back some of the sweaty strands against his forehead. “remind me to do this again soon.”
this time he rolled his eyes, a quiet laugh escaping him. “if you don’t get dressed and get out of here before the janitors come by, there won’t be anything happening soon.”
you watched with a fond smile as he got up, collecting a shirt off the ground and prepared to make his way back to his car. you stayed close behind him the entire way.
maybe you’d be getting your repeat performance sooner than expected.
Driver | Lars Lindstrom | Dan Dunne | Ryland Grace | Colt Seavers | Courtland Gentry
Warning: MDNI +18 smut | unprotected p in v, | public sex | no proofreading
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit fan work made for entertainment purposes only. All rights and credits belong to the original creators. Any fictional elements or resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental.
Driver
Car (ofc)
Driver was not a fan of drawing attention from many people but he doesn't decline the idea of making out in public. especially when it needed to. like tonight, when you are misbehaving in the bar and flirting with other boys who approach you. He would watch you across the bar.
First second was pretty understandable. He would let it pass, but the third was intentional. He knows you are messing up with him. He went to the dance floor where you are having a conversation with another boy who can barely buy you a drink. "We need to go. now." but your drunk ass didn't bother to listen with his warning.
It pisses him off when you introduce him as ‘your friend’ when you are literally about to call him daddy whenever you are in his bed.
Driver would pull you and walk to the parking lot. you were messing up with him, so he would do the same. in the way he would like.
When you sit on the back of the car, you expect him to go around to his seat but it catches you off guard when he joins you in the back of the car. grabbing your face and kissing you torridly.
Driver would kiss you even if you tried to resist, but it was no use when his hand was on your both wrist. he would continue even when he tasted the metallic liquid from the cut in your lips. taking both your wrist with his hand and the other busy removing your pants.
Driver would lay your back in the seat and pin you. with no warning, he enters his full length on you and thrust in and out. In this way, he's letting you know how pissed he was. “I am a friend, huh? does a friend fucks you like this?” and thrust to your core hard.
the more you resist, the more he fucks you hard, but that was your plan all along. to get fucks hard by him. “Is that what you got? I bet that guy would fuck me more than— fuck!”
He shows you what he really meant even if the car noticeably shakes from the outside. You were lucky that it was heavily tinted.
ofc he will put marks in your neck. not below. not under your ear. in your neck. in the spot where other people will see it for days. driver loves to see you resisting to begging for him to fuck you more till you both cum same time.
While exhausted from the climax, legs were still shaking. you confess it was part of the plan, since you noticed that he was keeping himself from going hard on you, and he agreed that it works on him but warns you not to do it again when you can ask him nicely.
Lars Lindstrom
Groceries / Car…?
Yes, Lars is vanilla. He wants everything to be romantic, especially when he spends a night with you. doesn't mean he doesn't like the idea of making out in public.
Dating him for a year now and to think it's time to try some new things out. to introduce new activities to him but ofc testing the waters first. you don't want to surprise him.
you tried to do an obvious touch on him while in the grocery aisle. ghost touch that he would feel but wouldn't draw attention of anybody else. not when kids might be around.
Lars would question you with his brows and you would only play dumb, pretending you are innocent, but you continue doing it in the following days till he gets used to it.
squeezing his waist, rubbing his nape, touching his ass and even split second brush to his crotch. He got used to it after weeks, but still conscious that someone might have caught you doing it.
as he drives out from the Costco parking lot. you slowly remove your seatbelt, he only notices it when you place your hand on his thigh. "baby, your seatbelt please." you ignore it.
you told him you wanted to try something but he was more focused on your safety and kept reminding you to put your seatbelt on. He only realized what you meant when your hand goes to his crotch and starts rubbing it. He bargained if he could wait till got home while he tried to stay focused on the road.
you only told him to keep his eyes on the road before leaning down and taking his whole cock with your mouth.
He was obedient as he did follow your orders and focus on driving while you were busy bobbing your head in his fat cock. You bet his face is flushed af
During red light, he would lean his head back while a hand on your head from handbreak. his hand would soft grab your hair and guides you as you bob up and down in him
You can hear his exhaled shakes. tried not make a sound but he fails, he would call your name especially when you made him hit your throat
sometimes you would let his dick out of your mouth to look at him and shows him how you slap it to the side of your mouth and suck him again
he would drive faster than his normal speed just to get home fast
you knew he would be shy enough not to cum for that 15mns long drive, blowing him. “Can we continue it inside, baby?” his eyes are full of lust than ever. you would be dead meat to him once you enter his house.
Daniel Dunne
School Gym
You are the new physical education teacher in the school, and you noticed the History Teacher, Mr. Dunne, being around in your court more often these days than his usual Wednesdays or Fridays free time.
Dan stayed there. watching you from far, while you trains the new set of teams for the school’s girl basketball team. At first, you thought the principal sent him to observe and evaluate you, but he never interfered, he never corrected any mistake. maybe he was only there to observe. but for what?
After weeks, he started to interact with you. baby steps. first at the teacher's monthly meeting, then greetings in hallways and small talks in the teacher's lounge, but all of those were only small interactions. yet you can sense something in him already.
He did try not to get too obvious, but whenever he goes to his designated office to spend his free hours he needs to pass the gym where he always finds you either with a class or with a team.
One day, you choose to give your class a break and give the remaining hour for them to rest. In your usual routine, you would take a shower after 15mns rest but this time you choose to rest inside the girl’s locker.
he can't resist himself from stepping inside the court and choosing a seat to watch you. whenever you gaze at his seat, he immediately turns away. yet everytime he watches you, he gets itch to devours you. his little affection wasn’t just a crush, it turns out he wanted you more than that.
While you are getting your stuff from your locker, you hear the door open and the lock clicks. It could be some students playing around.
You didn't bother to look at that someone behind your back, not until a pair of hands caressed your arms from behind. “What the— Dunne? Mr. Dunne?”
You meet his drooling eyes on you as soon as you turn around. You tried to ask him what he needs but he didn't bother to say a word. He stepped forward onto you and made you step back.
Once he opens his mouth, he confesses all of the things running in his mind, from the first time he laid eyes on you, how you messed up his head every night to how would like to take you. You can definitely smell the strong alcohol that he just took.
“You are just drunk, Mr. Dunne…”
”Yeah, I needed something to push me to do this.”
He pinned you against your locker and attacked your neck, licking your sweat off up to your face then claiming your lips. you could taste the light saltiness of your sweat and cheap gin in his lips.
You could push him, but you did not. you were now under the spell of his touch and your body betrays you. You finally gave up resisting and joined his lips while his hand traveled everywhere on you just like how he imagined for weeks.
Knowing he only had a few minutes before someone noticed the locker room was locked, he turned you around and bended you over. undoing his pants to free his dick out and pulling your sweatpants off before rubbing his tip and straightly shove himself inside you in full.
He would press you against the locker while starting to thrust hard to your core. He whispers everything he imagines of you with him, letting you know that this is just a percent of things he thought of you in the night, all of that while continuously thrusting in and out.
He would lift a leg to get a better position to take you.
His lips were everywhere in you. Ear, neck, nape, jaw. He went messy in the way he wanted to show you, and you like how he takes you.
You two stopped when you heard banging of the door and a student voice calling out from the outside.
“I think we need to continue this at my place tonight…?” he whispered.
Ryland Grace
Library
Mr. Grace is quite a popular teacher to the kids because of his humorous approach towards them. Although he was quite popular, he’s been single since high school and they all thought he would grow old alone like some teachers do. but didn't they know that he got you only after a month when you started working there, in the same school, as Librarian.
Due to the school policy of prohibiting romantic relationships between teachers and staff, you two kept it hidden. Someone else might have an idea but you two were being careful and with no evidence they’ll have nothing to prove.
But sometimes you want to take things level up.
You came to work with those black stockings, heels and skirts that he likes the most, and when you walked past him, in his favorite spot in the library, he really stopped on what he was reading just to follow you with his eyes to your counter.
He is not mad at you, he loves it. he really does. he just doesn't know how he will survive the entire day without landing a finger in you.
at one of his classes, he can’t focus when your thigh is randomly flashing in his mind. He gave his class a random science activity that was supposed to be for next week, but he badly needed to buy some time. As soon as the kids were occupied, he got out of the room and ran to the Library with a cold sweat on his forehead.
He found you in an aisle placing some returned books back on their shelves. He saw how you almost jump in surprise of him appearing beside you out of nowhere, “Ryla— Mr. Grace, what are you doing here?” He want to claim you at that spot already but he was smart enough to notice a cctv pointed straight on that aisle.
“Can you help me find some b-books?” he asked you and immediately grabbed your hand dragging you to somewhere before you could answer him.
Grace was checking every aisle you passed by to make sure nobody’s there. “Seriously Ryland, what book do you need? and why are you in a rush?” He didn't answer and only stopped in a dark corner.
Once he stopped, he immediately pushed you against the wall and kissed you with no warning. “I only.. have.. 14 mins…” he said in between your lips. your nose bumping to his and his tongue were all over your lips. messy and obviously needs you that he didn't try to hide it.
Your hands snakes to his pants, pulling his zipper down and letting his cock out while keeping his belt on, before jumping to his torsos and licking your legs there. He smiles while he’s in your neck.
Grace pulled away and lubricated his cock with your spit he made you in his hand. He looks back again to your face and watches you as he enters his huge pulsing cock into you with no hands on. Your eyes rolled as he continued to fill and unfill you. “Fuck!” You almost screamed out when he slams his whole shaft inside you.
“Sshhh sweetheart~ Keep quiet. We are in the library. You must know that.” and continued to fuck you hard and deep to your core.
Colt Seavers
Tom Ryder's Van
Tom Ryder is being an ass all day on the set. You don’t know what crack he is on today that made him act like a bitch. It shouldn’t be bothering you but as the stuntman of his leading actress, it messes up with your choreo. A scene that should have taken only three takes went to ten, that's how asshole he is. Complaints here and there.
You sneak to Tom’s van to make yourself some good coffee when you found Colt there already making one, “I knew you would look for good coffee after dealing with that ass all day.” your boyfriend winks at you while grabbing cups.
Exhaustedly you sat in the built in couch of his van while still in your costume. Shortly he sat beside you placing the coffee on the side. Your head seeks for his shoulder, you could cry but that will make him cry and you will cry together so you choose not to and settle with leaning to his broad arms and chest.
Accidentally you spill your coffee in the middle of conversation with Colt that made a mess on the van floor. “Don’t bother to clean, that asshole won’t even notice that. His van is disgusting as fuck without his assistant.”
With that sudden idea flashes to Colt, ”You know what? this is not enough, he deserves messier.” He immediately pulled you by your waist and made you sit in his lap.
“To get messier, what do you think, princess?” but in his surprise you took the lead and kissed him first. Hands in his jaw, tongue in his mouth. You continued to kiss him as he explored you back and unclasped your bra beneath your costume.
“Yeah, to get messier.” You replied before ripping your costume off.
Muscles in his arms flex as he rip the clothes in your body. “Let us just tell them some technicalities happen, okay? I bet they have spare costumes out there.”
Sierra Six | Courtland Gentry
Public Restroom
You two were on a mission but unfortunately one of their men was able to recognize Six, leaving you no choice but to retreat since there were too many casualties. First things first, blend to the public.
Luckily there was a nearby mall which is a good spot to blend in. You and Six change your clothes on the way. Wearing the jacket inside out, putting a cap on and anything that would make your look different for them would have a hard time identifying the two of you bc you knew they had your description passing through their men as of this moment.
You were surprised when Six pulled you into somewhere, but get along with it. You knew he knew better. And that leads you being stuck with him to a cramped toilet cubicle with him.
“Really? In the girls' restroom?” You questioned Six’s choice
“They all look like fragile men, and we have no other choice.” Six mumbles.
“We could have gone to the ceiling-”
Six heard heavy footsteps approaching from outside. They sounded too heavy to belong to the average woman, and instinctively, he sat down on the toilet and pulled you onto his lap, making sure your feet stayed off the floor.
Now facing the door, you tucked your knees close to your chest, almost hugging them while sitting in his lap. It was a cramped position, but it kept your legs hidden in case anyone decided to check beneath the stall and count how many people were inside.
His breath ghosted against your ear and neck as he leaned in. His strong cologne mixed with his natural scent was strangely addictive, making it harder to think clearly while the two of you remained pressed into the corner.
But it was the same thing it caused to Six with you wearing those skirts. Who would wear this at work? He complained to himself while keeping his posture and letting you lean to him more. He grabbed and hugged your knees to keep you from falling but that only caused you to say directly on his crotch.
You felt that. hard bulge building in his pants. You don't know if that was before you say directly on it or when you sat on his lap. Either way, you tried convincing yourself it was nothing personal, just a normal reaction of a man.
but not when you felt his heart beat skipping against your back and warm breath shakes.
Two of you play dumb like you haven't noticed anything while waiting for everyone to leave the bathroom. He knew you knew what he’s dealing with at that moment. ofc with that obvious bulge growing against your butt cheeks.
“I t-think they’re gone” You were about to go when he tightened his grip on your knees. “No. stay…” his voice was shaking. When you turned around, you found his eyes already on you, dark and unwavering, drooling all over your face.
With no warning, he claims your lips with a hand supporting the back of your head, or could be caging you, not letting you go anywhere. He let his body make decisions.
His lips were gentle yet you could sense how much he needed you and at the same time your body betrayed you as you responded to his lips. Tongue swording, fighting for dominance, yet he still won and got what he wanted. He explored the inside of your mouth with his tongue while eyes were shut.
You damn wish you were somewhere private so you could hear his groan that he is holding. “I need you right now..” his voice quivered as he went through your neck throwing kisses in it.
He did not wait for you to respond, he continued to kiss your neck and jaw while undoing his pants and sprung his massive cock out before lifting your skirt and moving your underwear on the side to give way for him to be positive to your entrance.
You can feel the warm exhaustion his body releases as you wrap your arms around his shoulder to support your weight and place your parted legs on the side of his thigh while still facing the door.
You and his mouth almost parted open as you sank into and rode his cock. As your butt cheeks hit his pubic bone, he let you adjust for some minutes before moving inside you and taking over from there.
Six kept telling you how bad a decision to wear skirts at work, but also how good it feels being inside you. He never knew this risky would be this fun.
Not long after you felt your orgasm building inside you which made you ride him, meeting his thrust to you. Within seconds you hit your climax while he continued to hit your core. Never had this ecstasy in your body with somebody else.
He pushed you to lean over the wall, “My turn..” He whispered before shoving back inside you and making himself finished.
Holland March
Anywhere he get itch (lmao)
Holland is pretty and doesn't say no to you so he would go whenever or wherever you wanted as long as Holly is out of the area.
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Note: one of these days, I'll make full smut from any of these.
very attentive partner. knows you more than you know yourself. he does have obsessive tendencies, but they come from a place of love. he has your schedule memorized, he knows which sigh means what, he knows what day you've had based on how hard you close the door. he isn't able to help the fact that he notices things.
huge fan of parallel play. will sit down with something to fix on the coffee table, working in silence while you scroll next to him. he doesn't care what you're doing—if you're talking or not talking—as he appreciates your company regardless. it's the time spent that matters to him.
INSANE kisser. we saw the elevator scene. we are on the same wavelength. not the type to sweep you off your feet, but he will kiss you until both of you can't breathe and then some.
for readers who are horrible with directions (like me), he is your personal chauffeur. i do also think he guides you with his hand on the back of your neck or on the small of your back; like a cat redirecting a kitten by the scruff. it isn't out of any condescending manner, i think he fidgets a lot and having that closeness with you calms him as well.
he's not too crazy on pda, but his hand is practically GLUED to yours. he's always gravitating towards you, lingering like your second shadow. he prefers it, having the peace of mind knowing you are okay and under his protection.
huge on spoiling you. not grand gestures, no, i think he saves those for occasions like birthdays or anniversaries. it could be small things like buying food, running errands for you, literally anything you please. he's at your beck and call.
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MUNCH. munch. munch. munch. knuckle deep with his gloves, getting his watch wet if he neglects to take it off. pull his hair, suffocate him, keep him there. if he dies, he dies. trying to push the watch propaganda. the gloves + watch combo gets me DIZZY.
guard dog!driver also fucks me up so bad. i think he enjoys being praised, enjoys hearing + seeing the results of his hands on you. he will not admit it, but calling him dog/mutt or referring to him as such gets him insanely hard.
naturally attentive in bed. he studies, takes his time, figures out what makes you tick. uses edging as an excuse to figure out how much you arch based off of each crook of his fingers.
i think he is into impact play but will not mention it unless brought up. like, yes, he's a freak, but he's quiet about it unless prompted. slap him a little and he's rutting into you like the both of you are going to die tomorrow.
HUGE BITER. huge biter. i hc him with pointy canines and he leaves MARKS. enjoys seeing what he's done physically, knowing that you're his.
i think dom!driver is more heavy breathing and occasional growls/groans while sub!driver is more whiny. a little more vocal because he can hand over the reigns to you, finally relinquishing the control he holds sacred.
“no, keep your hands to yourself.” your voice is stern as you pull drivers hands off your waist again. normally when you take control, he listens so well, does anything and everything you tell him. “be good for me.” you remind him.
there’s a glint in his eyes when he nods his head and the corners of his mouth twitch. typically in bed, if he wants you to be on top, he gives you complete control. he is so good for you and just wants to prove that; you always take such good care of him anyways, so he doesn’t ever act out. however, lately he’s mentioned that he wants you to be rougher with him. was this a sign?
you were a bit nervous, he had been rough with you in the bedroom plenty if times, never the other way around. you felt awkward, almost a little ridiculous, being rough and dominant with a man twice your size. you kiss him again, thinking back on things he’s done to you to get some ideas.
driver is eager to kiss back shoulders coming off the headboard to press his chest against yours, your hips grinding down against him. it’s barely a minute later that his hands come up off the mattress to grab your hips. he presses you down firmly against his own as they lift up to grind into you.
your hands fly to his wrists in an attempt to pry him off, but his grip only tightens as his arms wrap around you. driver continues to grind his hips up into you as he holds you down against him. you arms are trapped between your two bodies and his arms feel like they could crush you at any moment. you almost give into him, let him go on to use you as he pleases, but it’s your turn. your turn to hold him down to take what you need from him. he’s taken over the kiss by now, sitting up to full height so his shoulders crowd around you. his tongue has wormed it’s way into your mouth, sliding against your own as he practically drools down your chin.
you pull back to bite harshly at his bottom lip as your hands come to his chest to push him back at the same time. driver slouches back against the headboard, licking the bit of blood from his lip. he’s panting and pupils are blown when he looks at you with a devilish smile. you try your best to sound stern,
“enough, sit still and-“
“make me.” you swear there’s a sparkle in his eyes and it fills you with frustration, feeling like he’s not taking you seriously. your clench your jaw as his hands continue to roam, daring you to do something. you bring your dominant hand to his cheek, gently caressing the skin before pulling back with all your strength and-
smack!
the room is dead silent as his head whips to the side on impact. you don’t know what possessed you to slap him, but it made you feel powerful. the same feeling takes over when your hand grips his jaw, cheek still red and hot, and turns his face back to you. he gasps and moans so breathlessly and shaky that it sends shivers down your spine. he looks at you with wide eyes, nearly breathless and lips wet— but his hands have returned to the mattress to grip the sheets.
“you’re gonna listen and sit still like the dog you are, or i’m gonna tie you up like one, you understand?” he nods and your fingers snake around to grip the hair at the nape of his neck, fingernails scratching at his scalp and he melts like putty. you’ve never seen him so lost in it, eyes glazed over and cheeks red as he lets out shaky whimpers. driver has always had softer moans and grunts, but none as high and gentle as now. it made butterflies stir in your belly and you circle your hips again, finally giving attention to his twitching cock.
his pants had been off for a while so you could see his precum seeping through his boxers. your fingers grip at his hair and pull back harshly, other hand coming up to deliver another smack to the other cheek. this one wasn’t as hard but it makes his dick jump underneath you while his eyes tear up at the sting. finally, you roll your hips again and he whimpers.
“ah, i’m sorry,” his voice is gentle and comes out in a whimper and his glossy eyes meet yours, “please just let me touch you, i’ll be so good i promise”
you let out a breathless laugh at his words, “i don’t think you’ve earned that yet, you need to show me how well you can sit and stay, pup. gotta be good first before you get something.” you’ve never used that pet-name before but he seems to enjoy it based off the way his face and neck flush.
he’s nodding frantically, “i can, i promise, i will.”
you smile and scoot back just enough to be able to pull down the waistband of his boxers and pull out his cock. it’s red hot and leaking, bobbing against his stomach at the cold air. driver is panting already, soft whimpers escaping his parted lips. you run a finger along a vein on the underside, gentle pressure as it drags up to his tip. driver gasps and hisses, hands gripping the sheets but never moving from them.
once your finger reaches the top, you other fingers join to wrap around the leaking tip. your thumb comes to rub over the slit as you give the head a gentle squeeze. driver is breathless as another lewd moan slips past his lips. you continue to pulse your hand around the tip as your thumb swipes back and forth over the slit. he’s doing a good job keeping still, even as you teasingly fist his cock, pumping and twisting but never going more than a couple centimeters past the head.
drivers eyes are screwed shut as he begs, “pleaseee i need more, please baby” you smile at him, or maybe more to yourself, and slowly dragggggg your fist down. you had almost reached the base when his hips twitch upwards into your hand involuntarily.
with a scoff, you pull away and drivers eyes fly open, “wait, i didn’t mean to-“ you were already climbing off his lap and settling on your side of the bed. driver is quick turn to you, hands trying to pull you back, “no, please baby im so sorry, it was an accident, it won’t happen again.” his voice is desperate and his shaky hands turn your head right back to him when you try to look away, “i’m sorry, i’ll be good, please just touch me.”
you think for a few agonizing seconds, “get on your knees and apologize then.” as soon as the words leave your lips, driver is scrambling to his feet. he’s quick to kneel at the end of the bed as you adjust to sit at the edge, one leg on either side of his arms.
he’s sitting back on his heels as he looks up at you with wide eyes, and you can’t help but imagine him in a collar with a leash on. you put that in your back pocket in a “must buy soon” list.
you take note of his hands resting on his thighs and you smile at the obedience, and his head drops as he speaks, “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to disobey, please, please forgive me.” the look on your face tells him that you don’t believe him and his face contorts in desperation, “please, baby believe me. im sorry, im so sorry, i’ll do anything you want. anything, just please touch me, i’ll be so good i swear.”
your head cocks to the side as you hum, considering his apology. “touch yourself.” is all you say back and his eyes widen. he hesitates to move, “don’t make me repeat myself.” his hand moves to his cock and he strokes himself with a slow, almost hesitant, pace. he gasps at the feeling and his face and chest burn at the humiliation. “faster.” you instruct and he whines as he does what you tell him.
his voice is breathless and whiny, “im so sorry, so so sorry baby, pleaseeee i want you so bad,” he’s rambling at this point, his head dropping to rest on your thigh as he continues to touch himself. “i’ll do anything for you, anything, just please touch me, i’m sorry.” you respond by slipping your hand into your underwear, fingers circling your clit. driver pulls back with a gasp, looking almost betrayed as frustrated tears form in his eyes. “no, no, baby please, i’m sorry. i swear i won’t do it again. pleasee i don’t wanna finish like this, i wanna touch you, want you to touch me.” despite his words, his pace on his cock never stops as tears wet his eyelashes and fall down his cheek.
“don’t worry baby,” your voice is sweet as honey, “bad boys don’t get to cum, you’re not finishing anywhere tonight.” his face falls as more tears fill his blue eyes and you almost feel bad. but you remember how smug he acted earlier and felt the need to make him take you seriously. he stops the movements from his hand and you watch his cock strain hard, tip almost purple from the blood flow. he sniffles and parts his lips to protest but you cut him off, “sit on the bed.”
he scoffs in disbelief and he wants to argue but you give him a look that almost dares him to. instead, he lowers his head as he stands up to sit on the bed. as he adjusts himself back against the headboard again, you take the time to undress yourself from the waist down. when you get comfortable in his lap once more, your hand comes to his cheek to wipe away tears. you coo, “awww don’t look so sad, you did this to yourself. but i’ll be nice and let you touch me while i fuck you.”
driver gasps at your words and his hips twitch when you lower your bare, wet heat against him. you grind back and forth along the length of his cock, moaning every time you clit bumps onto the tip. you lean forward to lick and suck along his neck, his gasps and whimpers only edging you on as his hands grip onto your hips. the next time his head accidentally catches at your entrance, you take the opportunity to lower yourself completely on his cock.
the feeling of your wet, hot cunt squeezing around him makes him moan loudly. he sits up to kiss along your breast as you begin to bounce up and down. driver is whining when he takes your nipple in his mouth, looking into your eyes as he sucks. your hand runs through his hair before giving it a hard tug as you ride him, and he pulls his head back to look at you.
“feels so good driver, fuck you’re so big…” you’re breathless but you’re words make him whine and he drops his head in the crook of your neck. his arms wrap around you to hold you against him when you bare down and grind your hips onto his cock.
little gasps and hiccups leave his mouth as he cries into your shoulder. his tears wet your skin and they fall down your collarbone as he whines out, “please let me cum im so sorry, it won’t happen again, i’ll be so good.” you look as if you’re considering it for a second but once again you shake your head ‘no’ with a sweet smile. he lets out another sob into your skin, lips quivering as he takes in a shaky breath.
you grip his hair again to pull his head to look at you, hips smacking against his as you bounce. “i don’t think so, you’ve been really bad, i’m really disappointed in you.”
drivers soft, “ah, ah, ah” with your pace curls into a sob at your words, “please don’t be,” he sniffles, “i’m sorry, i love you so much.” tears flow down his cheeks, but his hips continue to meet your own in desperation. he hates the thought of disappointing you and just wants to make it up to you. “please say it back..” his voice is a whisper as he begs.
“oh sweetie, you know i love you so, so much,” your hips slow almost to a stop and your voice comes out sweeter than anything he’s heard. when your hand comes to his reddened cheek, he leans into the gentle touch. “i hate doing this to you. but bad dogs need to be trained.” there’s a bite in your tone at the end and he drops your gaze before nodding his head in defeat.
“good boy.” you bring his trembling hand to your clit and when he begins circling the bundle of nerves, you reward him with a wet kiss. you continue to use his cock while his fingers rub against you. drivers whole body is tense as he fights off his pending orgasm. he’s whimpering, saying anything he thinks you wanna hear. agreeing that he doesn’t deserve it and praising you for still taking care of him. telling you how good you feel and how much he loves it when you use him. he’s always been a talker in bed but something about the whine and desperation in his voice throws you over the edge. your gummy walls flutter around him and thighs shake as you cum around him, his thumb rubbing you through your orgasm as your hips give out.
driver whines as you pull off and sit next to him. you tuck his aching cock back into his boxers, the wet spot now cold against him and he hisses. you smile and kiss his cheek, “be a good pup and maybe you’ll get a treat later.”
GOSLING FAMILY AU CHARACTERS AS DARK ROMANCE TROPES X STRIPPER!READER HEADCANONS:
Part 2. with the AO3 link to read the whole work. Part 3.
Goose content of: Holland March, Sierra Six, Ryland Grace, Colt Seavers, Lars Lindstrom, Ken, Driver, Henry Letham.
Family composition: Holland is the first born, Six is the second oldest, Ryland Grace and Colt Seaver's twins, Lars is the second youngest brother, Ken is the weird cousin, driver is the cool cousin (he has two younger brothers named Leland and Richard but they are is still in jail, he doesn't talk about them) and Henry Letham is the baby brother.
Summary: Grandad Noah passed his house on to all his loser grandsons, who have now decided to live together in the same big old house. They all agree that they like their neighbour way too much (and, for the sake of their criminal records, they try to keep it cool), but they just do whatever they want anyway.
TW: MDNI, 18+, guys, this has a lot of dark topics, deviance of canon (honestly, guys, I had naps who had done more for me than canon), nobody asked for this!!!, dead dove: do not eat!, kidnapping, yandere behaviour, cuckolding, non-con/dub-con, hunt kink/prey, twincest?, future free use, voyeurism, future threesome, age play, predator/prey dynamic, they all share their food in this family (literally…), light misogyny, trigger alert! Male podcast fan (Ew), bisexual men, mentions of past suicidal ideations, mentions of past mental illness, power imbalance, I don’t know which ones are OOC or not, brothers dynamic, mentions of using pornography, obsessive behaviour, possessiveness, BDSM tones, past child abuse (Dean from 'Blue Valentine' is their father, and Jared from 'The big short' is Drivers, Leland and Richard's father), taming, Dom/sub, shibari/rope bunny, male masturbation, exhibitionism, home invasion, mentions of male virginity.
A/N: Why am I like this? Why can't I write normal fluff and after care shit like a normal person????? But, yeah. I mostly write this for self indulgent purposes, I may admit. I fall into a self cringe spiral (but to be cringe is to be free, am I right?). I don't know what this is anymore. I may continue this as a long fic if somebody asks me to, but for now, let's keep it fast and preachy.
Remember English is not my first lenguage, so forgive me.
For the three people who would read this, Thank you so much and enjoy!!
RYLAND GRACE (Yandere):
After being kidnapped and being thrown into space for years, that whole event fucked him in the head. Truly, he still has awful PTSD and night terrors. He has been clingy to his brothers, especially his twin brother. He has lived with him ever since he returned, and even if he has all the money of the world (do you believe they will leave him penniless after doing that?), he still teaches for fun).
He tried dating men and women, and they all agree he is way too creepy, what's wrong with him taking care of them, can't he not use trackers to know where they are now? What's wrong in securing they would not leave him? What is wrong with those things? He saves the stars, does he deserve a little more consideration? Maybe? He would not ask it directly, he would let his conditions be known.
LARS LINDSTROM (Primal):
He loves the forest, he loves chopping wood, he loves taking care of others; and he is desperately still a virgin. After his delusional episode of buying a sex doll and treating her like she was real, people were too nice with him, but after that he decided to move out with his brothers when their grandad passed; they did know about the episode. After he returned with them, he didn't want to bother them, specially after Ryland got kidnapped into space. He just shoved his problems into a corner.
He tried a relationship with Margo, but it didn't work out when he had the courage to tell her his fantasies. She broke up with him, telling him that he was weird and a closeted savage. That wounded him deeply, he has a hard time opening to people, getting closer, he knows he is unhinged deep down; but else would he let go those fantasies for?
HENRY LETHAM (Stalking/Vouyerism):
He is still staying in college using grandpa’s inheritance money (they are all using it in their own way), but this summer break, he decided to save a few extra bucks and live with his siblings and others… After he battled a whole semester with severe mental illness and a suicidal attempt, he didn’t realize how much he truly missed them. Deep down, he holds a little grip against Ryland, who he took all the pity award and attention, everyone had their own fucked up stories, and he is the only one deserving of love, pep talks and hugs? Fuck them! He is closer to Lars, he is the only one he can actually talk about his mental illness, and how he now sees a psychiatrist, he always waits for his appointments; he knew about his delusion incident, and he hates himself for not being there for him.
But, in the big city, he learned sketching fast, and peeking into nude people isn't a big deal or hard in New York City. He became quick to find ways to stalk girls he likes. He collected pictures of girls and before returning home, he burned them all, shameful as he felt at the idea of his brothers knowing about it, he noticed he is not that fucked up compared to them… that's not a compliment.
He is also into voyeurism, it is so easy, and in the big asphalt jungle, people don't care, neither does he. Henry cannot find many girls or either boys who would like to do it, he has done it a couple of times, the best sex he ever had so far was when he got railed on a couch surrounded by a whole bunch of people at a party; the guy who he hooked up with assured him he knew the host, so he has nothing to care. Back at school, people look at him weird, obviously.
SIERRA SIX (Age play):
He knows what people and society think about old men like him liking women in their twenties. He dated women his age, and he is cool with it. But there is an intoxicating feeling when he fucks women who think his taste in music is vintage. He doesn't feel great about their lack of experience; he actually gets really bored with those details. He rejoices just in the fact that he can be called an authority figure.
He actually envies his brother Grace that he is an actual teacher, he has a credential to be called teacher in a role play, but he has to pretend to be one (he actually sucks as a teacher, he is way too brutal), he envies his touch and that softness. Ryland could have anyone he ever wanted, if he wasn't such a creep. He heard the rumours, he isn't mad at him, he is damn aware the insanity gene is a rule, not an exception, and he blames his old man for that.
Six knew he had a serious problem when he realized he watches a shit ton of porn with 'Stepfather fucks his bratty stepdaughter' kind of titles, he is disgusted of himself AND THE TITLES ARE DUMB AS FUCK, but… he can't let it go.
COLT SEAVERS (Cockolding):
He knows he is a hardcore simp, or that's what his brothers make fun of him, but they are all the same, but they do it differently. Still, his past relationship with Jody didn't work out because he asked her to let him watch while she fucked someone else, just the idea of someone else fucking his partner makes him go bad insane.
It is a process, a circle, if you may, he discovered with his twin brother. Firstly, it comes jealousy, then it develops into a slight rage that consumes him until he finally gets into arousal. Possiveness can come after: his partner is done, he is more possessive of their feelings. He holds them tight, not letting them go for days, he can be with them all the time, gripping on them like if he is their shadow.
One day, his twin brother came earlier of what he expected from home, and he just saw them fucking in the couch, that's how the gruesome fantasy came into him that afternoon. Just the idea of watching his twin brother fuck his partner made him come so fast, he felt bad he came first. He obviously compensated for that, but he is way too ashamed to even try to tell that to Grace.
HOLLAND MARCH (Sadism/Masochism):
He doesn't like pain at all, he is just to it, but still: not into it. Otherwise, he is a big fan of provoking pain to others. He discovered that when a girl asked him to spank her, and that just turned into getting into BDSM groups.
March is sadist, he had accepted that long ago. He is into it, because that's the only way he can give back all that mistreatment he had growing up with his father, the way his friends and others use him as a punching bag; is cathartic.
He took a full course for ‘Shibari’, he still sucks tho, but at least he can make basic knots. There is something truly magical about immobilizing his partners.
He absolutely loves taming, he doesn't like brats, he is more into girls who are actually trained to kill him. He loves the fight!!
KEN (Exhibitionism):
In Barbie Land, nobody cares about modesty or, literally, anything. Now he has to confront the real world, he helps his new cousin, Driver, with cars. He really doesn't like cars, they are so complicated and dirty! But he is the only one who has given him a job.
He is fully aware he is hot, he knows a lot of people like how his muscles are marked and how well dressed he is. How could he know clothing is not free? Driver has taken him out of jail more times he can count, and inside those times he discovered that he was into it. He likes when people notice he is naked. He likes when people get turned on by looking at him. Masturbate with him, looking into each other's eyes.
He is perfect, and the world has already confirmed that he is, no matter what he is wearing or not.
DRIVER (Kidnapping):
He doesn't want to end up like his little brothers; they are fucking idiots. He doesn't. But there is something so fucked up in this bloodline, because he isn't normal either.
He follows girls and stalks their life, hoping he would get the perfect timing. He has the physical ability, and the knowledge on how to make a perfect cage. The only issue is that kidnapping is a full time job, an expensive hobbie, and not a long term plan. What would he do if the girl doesn't fall in love with him? That would be a problem.
Still, his deep and dark fantasies of taking someone else into the pits of darkness with him still always make him cum so hard his legs shake for ten straight minutes.—-----—-------—------—----------------------------------------------------------------------
Holland is actually the first one who said hi to you when he saw you passing to your home; they are still moving (and fighting over who gets what room like little girls!), and he was the one that noticed you and who said: “Did you see the hot neighbour we have?” He asked almost to himself; he would have NEVER GUESSED that every single one of his siblings and his lame ass cousins would go and peek over, and collectively fucking agreed, when they cannot agree on who washes the dishes next!
Six tries to look cold and distant, there is a big, fat chance he is still lying to himself that he is not into you after he had that lovely, short talk the other day, and not lose his shit after you called him ‘Sir’; you were very passionate about your garden; and he can tell you are, because he chose the window that looks directly towards your home, just to jerk off when you step out to water your plants, using your cute pjs on. He needs to be an example to his siblings because Holland isn't, he is drunk 70% of the time (he couldn't care less if he ends up getting the prize first, he is not going to say sorry for you having good taste in choosing him. And also, because you are the epitome of what actually his type looks like, so… not sorry).
Ken started yapping about how hot your tits are and detailing every curve in almost every meal (Lars is the official cook, no discussions). “And I heard in a podcast that she should be on our knees if we keep being cold to her. 50/50, bro,” said Ken directly to Ryland because he is the only one who is nice, he doenst mock him, and actually hear him without rolling his eyes. “What the fuck is 50/50?” Asked. Holland to get rum for his coffee, he knows he is an old soul, but he cannot keep up with today's kids' bullshit. “A belief made by men who don't bone, that they deserve only pay 50% of things in a relationship,” answered Henry, still looking at his flip phone over the couch (he refuses to buy a smartphone). “Hey dude, not cool. We deserve things too, it's just being fair,” said Ken with his chin up. There was a long moment of tense silence, until it broke down by the most unexpected voice. “Grandpa made this house for Grandma with his bare hands alone,” said Driver. “Fuck, sometimes I forget that little detail…” said Colt with his eyebrows up, it is true that all the descendants is now living under the same roof Grandpa built all alone, is astonishing for saying the least. “He was a real fucking man,” said Six, raising his coffee mixed with rum, Holland prepared for him too, in honour to their old man. Just for all to chime: Amen!
Ryland is the only one who could have a nice and durable talk with you (he is a good actor, teaching has made him learn important survival skills, obviously), it's summer, they don't have functioning AC, so Driver and him are finding ways on how to make cheaper AC’s without third parties who would charge them a shit ton amount of money (Ryland could easily buy a central AC without blinking, but he likes the challenge and the creative process. None of his brothers know about his money, they all think they didn't pay him at all after the mission, and they still insisit him to demand them), and you were casually there, peeking at them with those curious pair of eyes, so he finally took the chance to talk with their next door baddie. “Nah, I'm just calculating the amount of materials we would need to refrigerate all the house, nothing important,” he said, brushing off that he is flexing that he is smart, Driver keeps working in silence as he shoots hate stares eventually. “It's a big house, you might wanna create a natural electrical generator because the electric bill would be…” You tilt your head, you didn't want to say they are poor or anything, but you know they inherited the house, and eight guys living in a same house doesn't scream: 'We have big bank accounts!' but you don't mind, you work with any kind of man in the club; pretty and fun are a rare species, but kind, funny and pretty is like living beside a unicorn villa, you get used to how loud they are, some days you just want to pretend you are reading on the porch and stare at the comedic cabaret show they always perform. It's never boring being near them. Driver and Grace turned their heads to each other and went… ‘Fuck’ (they did manage to create solar panels with cheap materials, it can hold for now, but they cannot take another night without AC, Lars is starting to get cheeky and rude, which that's disturbing to appreciate…).
Colt is the dude who kicks balls, throws random shit on your lane or your backyard just to have an excuse to talk to you (or hit first). His twin doesn't get it. Well, this time, Colt tried to flirt with you over his face, and he was just standing behind him and decided violence. “I went to space for a cure, to the stars, did you know that?” He said, making you lose your shit. “I was a stuntman in that Dune movie,” he is desperate, but he can see in your face that he is losing against his dork ass brother.
You go out to run every morning. Outside in the park next to the forest, you always find Lars on a bench. You know who he is: the softest and cutest looking sibling of them all. You always wave good morning, no matter if you don't receive a wave back. Little that you know, that inside Lars mind, it hides something else. Lars loves watching you run, picturing the same scene over and over: him running into you and fuck you in the forest ground after catching your pretty little ass. He doesn't like thinking about those fantasies, but holy mother of God! He salivates to do it, thank God nobody knows about it (actually, Henry noticed his little brother's strange behaviour, so he started sitting next to him a few mornings, and there is when he knew his brother was a freak too). “You shouldn't be creeping on a stranger,” said Henry, knowing he is a hypocrite, smoking his college student special course breakfast. “Say a word and I will hand her all those nude sketches you make of her,” said Lars with a cheeky, adorable smile, Henry doesn't know how he got into his drawings, but he is grateful that Lars knew. He strangely doesn't feel threatened by him, but he stays to watch their hot neighbour.
Henry doesn't draw without references; he can't draw without them. So he hasn't told anybody; he sneaks out of your house to peek if he can catch you naked. He had, but very and awfully little amount of times. He could make his precious drawings, he could create a few interesting poses you make, and imagine the nakedness so he can picture it on the paper. He wishes he could buy a safe deposit box, so he could put these drawings there. He is not an idiot, not to notice their siblings' strange behaviour towards the same woman (that they casually know very little about, she has told Six that you work as a cashier in a supermarket, but you only go out at night to work). They would stab each other for them, they have done it for less.
Driver follows you around; he was actually the one who discovered that you worked as a stripper. He has a deep respect for sex workers, he has been very close to them because in every apartment he ever has been, there is always one or two, and also his father always brings a new one home when he was a kid. He grew up surrounded by; he knows how hard that world is and how harmful it is. His protective instincts fired through the roof. “I passed by the market, and she said she was working, and the cashier told me she had never heard of her,” said Ryland with a pout. “Maybe you get the wrong market,” said Colt, still chewing his food, Lars never misses with the meals, he could open a restaurant if he wants to. “It's because she is a stripper,” said Driver, looking at Ryland directly in the eye, he is not the only stalking follower in the family. Everyone stared at each other in silence, like expecting someone to say or dare to give an opinion about your line of work. “Do you have something to say, you heard from your male podcasts?” asked Six to Ken, he is just happy someone considered his opinion ever. “No, I stopped hearing them,” he just answered with a full mouth. “Why?” asked Lars, still using the pink tablecloth he bought, not very manly, but is very effective. He holds on to his sweaters and clothing like they cost a million dollars. “I don't want to hear life or women's advice from men uglier than me,” Ken simply responded, as if the answer was right under his nose. “You know something, that's the smartest thing I have ever heard you say,” said March, and that's the closest to him to give a compliment.
Driver would be there, fixing a car, when you exit and enter your house. He doesn't like missing your silhouette, or the little talks you make to him, you are so nice to them, all of them; sometimes, he hates it that you are fair to all of them. He wants you completely, he can't deny that desire. “So, you and Ken are siblings, right?” You asked, while you keep watching him work (he is actually trying so hard not to look up at your legs, using that short skirt, he is slowly losing his mind). “No, we are cousins,” he responds, he hates being so dry sometimes. “So you are like older than him?” You asked, you have nothing better to do all day, and he is wearing a very tight shirt that makes him see his huge tits. “Actually …I don't know,” he just said, he has never asked him that. “What do you mean, you don't know?” You asked, naively. “Actually, we don't know where he came from, he just appeared one day after they returned Ryland,” he said like he was just mentioning a Wednesday. “Who returned them?” You asked, alarmed. “Uhm… NASA, or something like that, and a bunch of guys with suits who work in a toy factory. It was a weird day.” Nothing he said made a lick of sense.
Nobody would suspect Ryland was the one who got the idea of invading your house, it's so easy opening doors. He just needs something with your smell, a piece of clothing, and see your house (for science purposes, of course! Because how can he calculate the compatibility if he can't have your full attention for himself?), Driver discovered him. “Oh shit! You scared me! What are you doing?” he said, trying to fake being casual. Driver, in his intimidating and stoic form, he didn't move, with his hands still inside his jacket pockets. “I would make a copy of the keys if you take a pair of panties for me,” he said. That's a weird way to connect with his cousin, but he just agreed. They just took the little secret for themselves (or that's what they thought, Lars and Henry started to get inside your house, and one would have naps on your bed, or others would start reading your books or checking what are you watching on your TV, just drinking every domestic thing you do).
The older siblings were way too tempted to get into the club you were working (Ryland, Driver, Lars and Henry were too busy invading your house, and sometimes they help you clean it without being way too suspicious. Ken is actually so oblivious of what is happening, because where the fuck is everyone??). “So, what did you study in college?” Six asked you, he is way too interested in those details, Holland was still asking for more Margaritas and a Bloody Mary for Colt. “I did actually graduate as film director,” you said, and there was a glorious smile on Colt’s face he wanted to punch. “I'm a stunman, maybe you can hire me when you make a movie,” said Colt, getting closer to her, ignoring his bloody Mary so Holland drank it. “Driver is also a stunt,” he said, making Holland turn into him with two raised eyebrows, ‘Fuck you,’ he said directly in silence. You are actually still processing that you couldn't make any movies because of your shitty ex boyfriend who ruined your career. But you are still saving money for making an indie movie, so maybe having two handy stunts was incredibly helpful. They actually paid for an individual dance, each one (they would not recover financially after getting in the club, and they don't care). The only one who made a little talk was Six. “So… why didn't you continue making movies?” he asked, trying to hold every fibre of his being not to assault you while your bubbly ass is rubbing on his crotch. “Life gets hard, what do you do?” you asked, while you dry humps him, locking their eyes together, his dick is hard as frozen stone and he cannot touch her. “I'm a body guard,” he responded, holding a groan. That's the easiest he could respond, rather than 'I just to be a hitman and a spy, but the same company I work for tried to kill me, and now I try to be normal'. “You didn't need to choose me because we are neighbours, you know, there are better girls around.” You said it was true; there was a deep part of you that desired they did actually tip and paid your dances because they might find you attractive, but they are really nice guys. They must have found themselves in the responsibility of being nice, just because they stumbled on your work. “You always gave us great ideas, and we would never forget when you shared the wifi password,” answered Six. It was true, you have helped them in significant ways. But he didn't want to be a creepy old man and say that he and his siblings would have given every penny for you to let them do something more than just a dance.
They didn't tell his younger siblings they visited you at the club, and that you danced for them. They are all in a silent war against the other. Until Driver, who just took the opportunity of kidnapping you in your house, he has the keys, and he asked Ryland if he can make chloroform. “Why would you need chloroform?” he asked questionably, undisturbed by his ask, but he did it anyway. And now you are tied up, shaking like a leaf in the garage, not knowing what the fuck is going on. “Hey, have you seen the hottie neighbour? I haven't seen her all day,” asked Colt at lunch, you have been in the garage alone for eight hours. “Maybe she is way too tired for work,” explained Ryland, he is weirded out too, but he really doesn't want to think of the worst. “She didn't water her garden this morning,” said Six, pointing out the fact he couldn't jerk off that same morning. “She is in the garage,” said Driver, unbothered, they turned up to him with big frowns and went: what?
You weren't exactly calm when they finally arrived in the garage, but being tied up, sweaty and alone in the dark isn't funny. So, you were kind of glad to see them. By the look on their faces, you can assume none of them, rather than Driver, knew about the plan. “She looks hot, tied up,” said Holland, breaking the ice, exploding with annoyed groans for the rest. “That's the fucking issue!” shouts Henry, pointing at you. “At— at least let's take the tape out of her mouth…” said Ryland, getting closer to take the painful tape out. “Is this some kind of play or something?” You try to stay positive. Lars just answered with a shaking head blinking like crazy, Six just buried his face over his hands and painfully groaned. “We are all going to jail…” he said. “You can start giving us tips,” said Holland, he was the only one laughing, the others just stared immensely tense. “I mean, the majority has been in jail at least once,” said Colt, trying to rationalize everything, that's supposed to be his brother's job. “I haven’t…” said Lars, Henry and Ryland. “It's going to be so fun!” said Ken, jumping. “Ok, can I ask why he went to jail?” You asked, looking at Six, interested at what kind of crime they committed, let's see what your future may look like. “He killed Dad,” said Holland, he couldn't care less. “He WHAT!” you shriek. “Don't worry, he had it coming, or that's what they told me,” said Ken with a happy face. “Not helping,” said Henry grimly. “Then why not leave the genius, solve his own problem? He is the one who kidnapped her!” Holland shouts, pointing at Driver, who didn't flinch; he barely moves, is disturbing. “He is family,” said Six, touching his temple. “Can I be family? That would let me live?” You asked, anxious as a rabbit touching the jaws of the wolves over it's body. “We can let her go, but we don't need to kill her, right? You are such a good girl, of course you are, just look at you!” Said Holland, like the devil’s advocate, you just nod, ignoring how stupid you may look following Holland’s usual buffoonery. “It's not that easy,” said the twins at the same time, if they were irritated, now it was worse. “Then let's make a vote?” Said March, raising his hand to the air. “We can vote here?” Whispered Ken, looking who can answer that, in Barbieland the only ones voting were Barbies, Henry is so fucking DONE with this guy. “Let's make a vote, if you want to kill her, raise your hand,” he said, only Six raised his hand, Driver shakes his head judgingly. “Now, raise your hand if you want to keep the hot looking neighbour alive, and she just needs to be peacefully kept here with us,” he said, raising his hand with the rest of the family. “Can I vote too?” You asked. “We are not that progressive in this household, darling, I'm so sorry,” answered March in a quick turn, looking at you. You want to kick everyone's balls. Six just surrendered. “It is what it is…” he sighed and let his arms slop on his jeans. “We can let her sleep in that room in the basement for now, you will manage to put the locks on the door,” he said to Driver, who just smiled and walked out, not hiding his immense boner under his pants!
You didn't scream, shout or complain; they were actually very gentle, and even if you were still shaking, fear is a very natural feeling after eight guys just tied you up and locked you in a room. The room was nice, it had a tiny window for the sun to pour in, and after tasting the first plate of food, you were actually liking being here… Lars watches you eat the whole time, he cooks amazing!
“Why did you kidnap her anyway?” asked Six. To Driver, he just shrugged. “We can take better care of her, I don't like other men paying her for her body,” he said, still making an ankle beeper, he doesn't want you to stay inside the room forever. And you know something? He was right. “She charges way too fucking cheap for dances,” said March, realizing he has made a mistake, he is drunk, he wants to punch himself anyway. “How do you know that?” Ryland hesitated. “It's a cheap strip club,” defended Six, and that's how he knew. “You were there!” He shouts with a volcanic rage still brewing inside like acid. “Colt paid for an individual dance, too!” said Holland, hiding behind Six. “Motherfuck—!” Ryland was ready to jump against Colt, he had no defense against his trespasses. “Me, Ryland, Henry and Lars, we have been walking around her house for months, and Henry makes amazing nude drawings of her,” said Driver, serene, the storm building in the living room stopped in a slap. “Wait, why haven't I been invited to any of this?” asked Ken, it's rare when he feels so offended, but this was too much. “Can I see them?” asked Holland, peeking out of Six shoulder, Henry just smiled at him. “Sure,” he didn't mind, now that there is a big, high possibility that he can finally have more chances to draw her actually nude.
The kidnapping is the best thing that ever happened to them.
I'm actually going to make part 2 because this is getting way too long, part two would be the domestic life of you being their prisoner, and obviously the unhinged smut.
Can you notice I grew up loving ‘Brothers Conflict’? ¡AHA!
But still, hear me out, Rosa from 'Brooklyn 99' is Drivers variant.
Also. Does anybody knows why the fuck is every big author in here clarifying they don't use AI in their fics? What was the canon event that provoked this? What the fuck did it missed??? (I loathe AI you have no idea btw).
STILL, IM SUPER OPEN TO REQUESTS, IF YOU HAVE DIRTY THOUGHTS YOU WANT TO SHARE WITH ME I WOULD READ, IF YOU HAVE IDEAS I WILL ADD THEM, IF YOU HAVE COMPLAINTS I WOULD HEAR YOU POOKIES!!!
STAY FREAKY AHHHH
This is how I actually felt writting this HAHAHAH:
