Little thing I wrote about Lars and Ryland's facial hair bleaching from eating you out cause we love a man who eats pussy yeah
Lars:
Gus literally doesn't care till Karin tells him about it.
"Lars moustache looks blonde" and it's not his dirty blonde no, it's lighter. He's going out more. He seems happier. They cant explain it.
Then they meet you. It doesn't click, not yet. No it doesn't click till one Saturday morning Karin goes to the garage to invite Lars for breakfast since its been a while. And who opens up the door. You with one of his shirts, no pants, a blanket wrapped around yourself. Karin is flabbergasted as she looks behind you and sees Lars on the bed taking up all the space like a starfish and he doesn't have pants on 😨.
She would surely leave thriving that Lars has someone and telling Gus about it. He is the one that connects the dot and he just says it like it obvious, like it's nothing. 'Oh that's why you said his moustache was lighter'. Karin just stares at him and doesn't talk for the rest of the morning reconsidering her whole life
Ryland:
And Ryland. The students knew he had a girlfriend, they loved when she would come to his classroom to drop his lunch.
Maybe they go on summer break and when they come back, grace looks different. Theyre kids, so they obviously ask about it. But Ryland, who didn't notice the small and exponential change, said he indeed didn't cut his hair, he didn't get new glasses, and no, he didn't shrink an inch shorter.
It's actually his colleagues who bring it up. "Hey Grace. Love the new look! It looks so much better lighter" the older teacher of the P.E. department said. He left school confused that day. It wasn't until you two went to bed, him slowly undressing for you, taking off your clothes, going down on your body, and kissing the outline of your pussy throught your panties, that he stops.
"Whats wrong baby?" You asks
"Your pussy is bleaching my facial hair" he states as he resumes undressing you
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Yeah. It's making it lighter. I don't care, other teachers said I looked good" he replies and starts eating your cunt like it's completely normal conversation
You can't even begin to discuss it with him cause he makes you moan as soon as he sucks on your clit. Now you know you're bleaching your boyfriend's hair, nice
Do you have any Ratiorine or individual headcanons you haven't been able to fit into fics? Maybe established relationship?
(also hi I hope you don't mind asks like this 🫡)
I LOVE ASKS LIKE THIS. ALWAYS. THANK YOU.
Okay. Ahem. Sorry for shouting.
Ok so one I kiiind of got into in my last fic but didn't really get to go into how it would play out in their established relationship - Aventurine struggles to be verbally honest and vulnerable, so he shows his love a lot of the time by buying Ratio everything and anything. He doesn't have anything else to spend his money on - he buys things just for the sake of buying them, the feeling of owning something. So having someone to SPOIL? He loves it.
Ratio mentions the university's coffee machines are awful? There are new machines AND fancy coffee varieties on campus by the next week. Ratio mentions passing interest in wanting to carbon date a rare fossil up for auction? Aventurine buys it. Ratio's microscope is calibrated wrong? Aventurine buys him a new laboratory. Key feature of their relationship is Ratio being showered in gifts. He is the galactic sugar baby.
Also just.... they are both very touchy and clingy because they can only be like that with each other. Aventurine drapes himself over Ratio like a blanket at any opportunity, hangs off his arm like a purse, and Ratio is at his absolute happiest when he's reading a new academic article with the weight of Aventurine's head on his chest.
They will both deny this but with Ratio's lack of friends / companions, and Aventurine's Trauma, they are both very possessive of each other. (In Aventurine's case he's afraid he's doomed to lose people.) But that's okay because they're both into it. That strip of exposed skin on Ratio's side permanently has bite marks on it after they get together.
Some more individual hcs below the cut because I'm rambling sfhgsfdjhg and also because the aventurine one discusses disordered eating!
So I have a lot of headcanons for aventurine. For one he is Skinny - like, worryingly so, because of a combination of growing up the way he did and the habits that's instilled in him. He dines lavishly just to say he can, but he will NOT eat regularly throughout the day unless he's going Out to eat. He squirrels food away and only eats it when he hits that "so hungry you're getting nausea" threshold. He can't stop coming up with wildly unlikely scenarios where he'll end up without food again and he'll need a stash of it.
(Fortunately, Ratio is literally a trained chef and once they're together he regularly visits with lunch or has Aventurine over for dinner so he starts eating 3 meals a day instead of 1 big meal. Aventurine is the only stoneheart with a packed lunch lovingly made by his husband.)
A lot of my headcanons for ratio tend to be more autism and projection related. (The bust is a sensory thing. The robes are actually heavier than they look because having weight on his shoulders calms him and lets him think clearer.) But I guess one thing for him is that he Really resents how the guild is reliant on IPC funding while The Genius Society gets money thrown at them simply for the status their names have. It's one of the reasons he and Aventurine have tension at first bc Ratio is Sick of the IPC lording money over them and expecting weapons and pointless research in exchange for giving him the resources to cure another disease.
Content and warnings: SMUT!!!, reader has hair that can be braided (I guess that should be said idk), cuddling, holding hands, I don't know man I guess that's it forgive me
A/N: Okay so here are some Dustin Headcanons no one asked for🙌. This is the second time Ive ever written anything (fanfic obv??) so please forgive me AND my bad english since its not my first language. I hope the other 5 Dustin lovers enjoy reading this. Love y'all<3
-He loves PDA. This man is always holding your hand, locking his pinky with yours, his hand on your lower back. Hugging you from behind by the waist or just wrapping his arms around your shoulders and letting his weight fall into you while he slowly falls
-He buys you flowers, like, not everyday, but from time to time he would be going to your house to hang out and get the urge to buy them for you
-He likes to celebrate every anniversary. Every month he would get something for you, or do something special or a tiny detail for you. And every year he buys you flowers, a plushie or whatever you like.
-This man loves to buy you plushies and when he sees them in your bed when you're hanging in your room he gets really happy
-After your first kiss he was still nervous, but after you kissed him goodbye after a movie date at your front door he decided that he would kiss you goodbye after every date
-He loves to hang out in your room. Every time when he arrived he would be nervous at first, but then he would get comfortable. He loves to lie down on your bed and hug the plushies cause it smells like you.
-When you first cuddled in your bed he was stiff and so nervous his palms sweated a bit. But when you hugged his middle and placed your head on his chest he relaxed
-Once you invited him over to watch a movie in your room and he couldn't stop touching you, he hugged you tight an kissed the top of your head. By half of the movie you couldn't stop looking at him and he got nervous. When the movie ended you kissed him, not like the little kisses you shared before, but longer. And he made a little sound of surprise. He didn't reciprocate which he saw made you upset when you pulled back. But then he grabbed your face and kissed you hard even if he didn't know how to
-Since then he loved when you two made out slowly. He always was nervous to touch other place than your cheeks and the side of your neck. Until one day your got closer and slid one hand into his hair and he got the courage (you had to guide his hand lol) to hold your waist
-He's the type to rant about things he likes, jumping from topic to topic till you shut him up with a kiss and he just hums and kisses you back
-He's the type to be loved by your parents. So much that they love to bring him with your family on vacation. The first time he came along he was so nervous he couldn't sleep (also because he had to sleep on a sofa bed. But it was okay cause you put it next to the bed you slept on so you could hold hands)
-He loves when you hug him from behind and put your hands on his tummy
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-He whimpered the first time you had the courage to climb to his lap while making out. He was so embarrassed he stopped the kiss and hid his face in the crook of your neck and didn't talk for 5 minutes, just hummed and hugged your waist tight
-From then on you mostly just made out sitting on his lap cause it allowed you two to be as close as possible
-Once you couldn't resist and just when he arrived and entered your room you kissed him and he playfully backed you to your closed door. When he caged you against it you moaned and it gave him the fastest boner ever. He had to stop and excuse himself to the bathroom "to pee"(to contemplate his life choices)
-That night was the first time he ever touched himself thinking about you (he had never done it cause it felt weird and afterwards he felt embarrassed and obviously didn't tell you anything)
-Once you got out of the pool and he wrapped his arms around you and covered your shoulders with the towel he had around him. You whispered to his ear that he looked hot in his bathing suit and he hummed trying not to react
-You decided to have a night out to a good restaurant and you wore your best outfit. He couldn't get the words out when he first saw you (thus happens a lot)
-The first time you two talked about anything dirty was between kisses while you made out on his bed. You put one of his hands on your chest over your clothes and he didn't move, he panicked. You stopped and asked him if he was okay. He nodded. You decided to talk him through it, telling him he was so handsome, that you loved his kisses, that his hands felt so good on your waist, that you wanted him to get to touch you like that. He then kissed you deeper than ever
-When you left that evening he had to take are of himself immediately. It was the time he came fastest just thinking about touching you like that. He didn't sleep that night thinking about it, but also convincing himself that you'd probably be the same about him, right?
-He is absolutely right by the way
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-One time, making out you stopped and looked at him. You were tired of having to hold yourself in your knees cause you didn't want to push anything too far. "Can I fully sit on you lap?". He nodded quickly and you sinked on his lap. After that you didn't kiss, you rested your head on his shoulder and you both fell asleep holding each other
-He is the type to whimper when you sink down on his lap while kissing
-He is the type to ask if he can touch you under your shirt. You had been waiting for him to ask you
-He is the type to slightly tremble when he slides his hands over your tits under your shirt. Feeling the edges of your bra
-He told you he had touched himself thinking about you, more than once. and instead of freaking out like he thought you would you asked him what he thought about
-He is the type to love eating you and get so hard he thrusts against the bed
-He is the type to look at his fingers sliding in and out of you while gasping to the wet sounds
-He is the type to hide his face in the crook of your neck and whimper loudly when he is entering you and when he is about to cum
-He loves to look at you while making love to you
-He got upset once because you urged him to fuck you. You got upset too but then while he thrusted into you he told you he would never fuck you, he made love to you
-He loves to sit back on his bed, you between his legs, back against his chest and touch you while you just relax against him
-He doesn't like doggy style because he loves to see your face, but he turns into a whimper mess and loves reverse cowgirl
-I guess he is like soft Dom cause he loves to be gentle for you, he whimpers and whines like his life depends on it, he loves?to prioritize your pleasure always, but also he loves to do dirty talk (it was weird at first) and have you moaning his name. But just at the flicker of you giving him a command he is at your feet immediately (that's why he loves when you ride him and talk him through it)
-This man brags about you to the party (and anybody who will listen)
-My man here will play with your hair and learn how to braid it for you
Tags: pure fluff man. They kiss. Mentions of Lars problem with touch. Let me know if I missed something <3
A/N: I wrote it and didn't read it so it might have like 200 grammar errors. Also it's 3am and tomorrow I go back to class, I wanna kms, but if I didn't finish it as I started it, I would never finish it.
I wanted to write Lars as I watched the movie last night. I preferred writing fluff before I got to writing smut for him. It's no very good though but I hope you like it<33
It hadn't been always like this. He had always felt trapped in his own body, the touch of others burnt his skin, his interactions with people quick and precise.
That was until she came around. Their new neighbor. She was quiet, just like him, not specially fit, just like him, and she was the prettiest person he had ever seen, which he wouldn't say about himself if you asked him.
He hadn't had the courage to talk to her, not with how incredibly beautiful she was, maybe too much even. His brother, Gus, and sister in law, Karin, on the other hand had been very welcoming. The whole town actually. They had invited her to church on Sunday. Karin girlfriends offered to give her a haircut, paint her nails, gift her some clothes. The older folks had been delivering food to her door. Even the little ones were fond of the new neighbor, asking her to read books for them at school as a 'welcome to town' "tradition" they had definitely just made up.
Lars didn't want to come up as rude, he really didn't. He could've easily gone to her door, knock twice, wait for her, then offer to help with the furniture, or hanging a picture, or to give her some clothes he didn't mind not wearing ever again, or, or, or... He could've easily done anything for her, at least that's what Karin thinks. To Karin doing things for others is the easiest thing in the world, not for Lars thought. That's why he hadn't dared talk to her before one day someone knocked on his door while he was making himself some tea, perfect to fight the cold. He quickly went to open the door, hoping Karin didn't mind the wait. But who he found wasn't Karin, it was her. Her cheeks and nose were pink, her ears covered with the baby blue beanie she was wearing, her elbows bent and her hands bare, fingers fidgeting between eachother. He soon realized none of them said anything, so he quickly looked up, she was smiling. And baby was it a pretty smile, pretty like her.
"Hey! Lars, right?" She said, quickly giving him her name and extending her hand in front of him for a handshake. He just gripped the door, not even looking down.
He hummed in response, smiling awkwardly, looking over her shoulder as if planning his escaping route.
Noticing he wasn't taking her hand anytime soon she lowered it, then talked again.
"So.. I went to the front door of the house but Karin and Gus aren't home. I was hoping Gus would help me with a new package I just received. Since he's stronger and all... Um- But I'm pretty sure I can wait for him to come back home. Sorry for bothering you-" she rambled and stepped back, already regretting coming here and daring to ask for help. Before she could turn around he talked.
"I-I could help. I'm strong too.." His voice was soft and unsure. She looked back and saw him blinking hard repeatedly, a weird tick maybe? She had weird ticks too, she thought his was cute. He was cute.
She smiled and nodded.
"Okay. Are you free now? If you're not its totally fine. It's not like the box's gonna disappear or anything" She chuckled nervously, she was taking too fast again.
"I'm free now. Later I have to, um, chop wood thought. I can go now" He stepped out, grabbing his coat before closing the door.
That's how it began, and that's how they got themselves in this situation. He was over at her house, now fully furnished, making tea in her kitchen with her utensils, with her apron, listening to her music, his sweater long forgotten in the living room. She was sitting on the wooden stool she kept in the kitchen, her elbow on the counter, her hand supporting her head as she just watched him hum to the lyrics and sway around her space. It felt weirdly domestic and intimate for a guy that admitted to have problems socializing, but she didn't make a comment on it ever.
He had noticed. He knew this was different, which scared him. She was perfect when he was just Lars, and Lars had fallen in love with his neighbor and who he considered his best friend.
What he hadn't noticed is how he zoned out for a while, hands resting on the counter, eyes unfocused but glaring in the direction of the teapot that had started to whistle.
She stood of from her seat, making her way to him and taking the pot out of the heat, trying not to touch him which she knows would make him panic and hurt. As soon as he noticed her presence next to him he came back, jumping a little at the unexpected proximity.
"Sorry- I was just thinking. I didn't notice.." She hummed in response, ending the potential ramble that was about to come.
"It's okay Lars. There's nothing to be sorry for. I do that sometimes too" She smiled pouring tea in two cups. "Wanna tell me what you were thinking about? It's okay if you don't" He started to take off her apron and left it on the counter.
"I'd rather not... Can you talk to me instead? I wanna hear your voice" He admitted, looking down at his shoes before she offered him one of the cups.
"What do you want me to talk about then?" She asked softly, voice smooth. He always thought that it sound was visible and tangible, her voice would be a cloud, the fluffiest could up in the sky. One were you could lie on and feel warm and secure, fall asleep knowing she's near and her voice would soothe you. He looked up at her as she made her way to the living room again, he followed her like the most loyal puppy you could own.
"How was your life before moving bere?"
"Oh. Thats a good question you've got there" She warmly said sitting down on the couch "Well, my hometown was warmer, summers almost unbearable if you didn't have a pool. I remember spending most of my evenings at my grandma's. She was the sweetest person I've ever known" Which was a lie. And the truth was now sitting next to her, looking at her like she had all the answers to his past, present, and future problems. "I didn't move here for any reason in particular. I guess I just wanted a change. New town, new people, new neighbors" She continued with what Lars could've sworn was a wink. Oh! Now his face fell warm, even having discarded the sweater before. He chuckled nervously
"What about you? Have you always lived in your brother's garage?" She asked chuckling, turning the attention to him. He was happy to talk about himself too. About his childhood without his mom. All the problems he had to overcome. How delicate he was with touch. Talking about it felt like confessing something about him so deep, because it was, but, tonight felt different. It always felt different with her. She knew this things about him. It wasn't the first time they had talked about his fears in the few months they've been knowing eachother. Every time he spoke about it was if like a whole new layer was peeled off. A whole new layer less to get to his skin, to his heart, to his touch.
The night came to an end quicker than they both wanted. Pouting as he put his sweater and coat back on. When he was ready, putting on his gloves, she waited at the door, opening for him. He stepped outside, the cold air hitting him and earning a shiver from him, sneaking inside the house and making he regret not wearing thicker socks.
He stared at the sky from her front door, she stared at him.
The stars were beautiful, he was too.
He turned around, his smile flat and endearing as always, making her bite her lip and giggle.
He leaned in slowly, her breathing stopping for a second. He whispered.
"I wanted to tell you.. You look really pretty tonight. Prettier than the moon" He backed up and sighed, looking down. "You're beautiful, always"
She wrapped her arms around herself, preparing her answer as he took his glove off his right hand, offering the warm embrance of his fingers to her cold hand.
She slowly lifted her hand and hovered over his. When her fingers first made contact with his palm, he hissed. She quickly backed up, looking at him and apologizing.
"Don't apologize. Please, take my hand" he pleaded, his voice almost a whimper. She nodded.
She finally put her hand on his. She sighs, he breathed hard. It burns, only this time it doesn't hurt. It's a good burn. A tingle that extends from the tip of his fingers to his chest. It feels hard to breathe, overwhelmed by how much he craves her touch now that he got a hint of it. His heart is beating hard and fast, fearing maybe she will leave him now, seeing that he can't even take her hand normally without feeling like exploding. But as he looks up at her, she's already looking at him, she has tears in her eyes. He steps forward, not letting go of her hand.
"Are you okay? Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry..." His voice unsure and weak and god he's just so beautiful. She shakes her head
"No. You didn't nothing wrong. I just- I really like taking your hand. Are **you** okay? Isn't it too much?" She wipes a tear off her cheek with the back of her free hand, closing her eyes.
He shakes his head even if she can't see her now. She squeezes her right hand, his left hand coming up, hovering over her face, not touching yet. "Is this okay?" He whispers. "Yes" she answers.
His hand then cups her face gently. His palm is warm, soft as her cheek. His thumb caressing the corner of her mouth, then he tilts his wrist to craddle her face, thumb resting on the opposite cheek as his other fingers. He leans closer.
"I think I've missing out on your touch. It's the best thing I have ever felt" he murmurs, our of breath. "I really want to kiss you. Is that okay?" He asks. She nods.
He takes the final step forward and captures her lips with his. They barely even touch as he whimpers from the sensation. It makes his stomach turn, his shoulders tense, and his hand squeeze her cheeks a little. But all in the best way it could be. He closes his eyes, pressing his lips more intently to hers now. His eyes fill with tears. This right here is were he wants to stay all his life. It no longer burns, it no longer hurts. It's perfect. Her lips soft and plump against his, her hand coming around his waist. Their hands never letting go of eachother.
When they part, they look into the others eyes, both have tears streaming down their faces. She giggles. He bites his lip, smiling.
"I think I've fallen for you and I don't know what to do about it" he confesses
"Love me" she answers, giving him the softest kiss he could've ever imagined
Okay it's been a while since I saw Lars and the real girl (two months or so but my memory is short alright)
BUT I can say one of my favorite things is when Lars would lean in and talk to Bianca softly so she's the only one who can hear him UGHHH
Imagine him quietly waking you up in the morning, rubbing your back with his big paw, his other one caressing your face as he leans in to whisper. Careful and low and it wakes you up so softly. Just for him to start kissing your skin the second you hum. Then pressing himself against you to let you know how much he needs you 😭
Contents and warnings: SMUT!!!, fem!reader, protected p in v, fingering, oral (f!receiving), pet names (baby, darling, queen, princess, idk if I missed some), HeLovesEating, no use of y/n
A/N: okay so this is my third fic and my first time writing smut EVER. So let me know if you liked this and pretty please leave your opinions in the comments or whatever I don't know. Also, idk if you can tell but I dont know how to end a fic so I just did whatever the fuck I wanted, like always, lol.
I hope you Dustin lovers enjow this, love y'all<3
Dustin was the best. Ever since you shared your first time together he insists that he needs to eat you out before any other thoughts about you cross his mind. So he had work to do now.
You had arrived to his house for a quiet little evening watching movies. With her mom out of town and his house to yourselves you could do whatever you wanted. So, innocently, he invited you over. You both knew you weren't going to be able to keep your hands off each other when you first laid down on his bed.
It has started off normal, slow, your hand on his chest, his eyes not watching the screen but watching you, and the little move you made to sit on his lap and kiss him.
His hands instantly went to your waist, not fully knowing were to land so he just kept touching you everywhere he could. Then, he flipped you both and held himself up on his elbow, next to your head, hips between your legs.
He loves making out with you. At first he was nervous, shaking and saying things that made no sense. But once you put your mouth on his, he lost it. And he was actually a good kisser, a great kisser. Now giving a demonstration with how you were whimpering under him.
When he finally got your pants and shirt off he started to draw a trail of little kisses from your throat to your abdomen, his hands roaming over your breasts and waist. Sometimes you wondered where he got this practice from, cause its not like he could do a lot with Suzie. He admitted one day that all the things he knew were from Steve teaching him, that man had a mission and he made sure Dustin knew how to please a woman.
"Please" you whined when he kissed just above the waistband of your panties.
"What is it, darling? You need something?" He teased looking up at you. He rested his chin on your stomach, his hands holding your thighs, fingers gripping the flesh, his hair wild from your fingers slidding between strands while kissing, his glasses a little crooked, his teasing smile... Holy fuck you needed him. Now.
"You, I need you, I swear to god-" You didn't get to finish as he quickly took of your panties and threw them somewhere on the floor with the rest of your clothes. He spread your legs and you saw the want in his eyes as he looked at your glistening pussy. "You're so wet, baby. All that for me?" He looked up and smiled
Just as he was about to take off his glasses you stopped him. "No- wait"
Sometimes his glasses got in the way, when you kissed, when you cuddled, when he eated you... But now, fuck, he couldn't take them off
He looked up at you again, his expression worried. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice soft and low. "Do you want to stop?"
You shook your head. "Just don't take them off, please". You said so softly he wouldn't have heard you if the room wasn't in complete silence as you two looked at each other.
"What?" He asked confused, his thumbs caressing your hip bones
"Your glasses, keep them on, please" you whined out, a little embarrassed. Maybe he thought it was stupid... Maybe he didn't want to keep them on... Maybe...-
"Okay, darling. Whatever you ask for, my queen" He sweetly and stupidly said. "You like them on?" He teased while leaning in, his breath against put wetness sending shivers down your spine
He didn't give you time to answer as he dove in, licking a stripe up your lips making you whimper as the tip of his tongue flicked your clit
"Mmm'fuck you taste so good, baby. So fucking good for me" He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, then wrapping his lips around it and sucking softly. He was just getting started and you already felt like you were going to combust
He kept going, alternating between flickering his tongue against your throbbing clit, giving it kitten licks, and sucking. Then, his left hand slid between your legs and two fingers teased your sticky entrance
"Baby you think you can take two directly?" He asked circling your entrance "I - I need you- I need to get you ready but I can't wait, please, please I-" He whined, voice a little broken, so desperate. You nodded
He slowly slid two fingers inside you, it burnt a little at first but then he started to thrust them in and out, in and out, in and out. The wet sounds were intoxicating. Apparently more to him than to you because he immediately dove in to suck on your clit again. You could feel him thrusting down to the bed, whimpering against your pussy, trying to get some sort of relieve from the aching between his own legs
Your moans became a little louder, a little quicker, your hips thrusting up to meet his fingers as they constantly rubbed against that perfect spot inside you. You could feel the knot forming in your belly, one hand slid down to grip his hair, your other arm over your face as you arched your back
"FUCK, Dustin- please please, I'm close..." You sighed, moaned, hummed. Every little sound coming from your mouth made him feral. He moaned against your cunt in response. He was literally devouring you like a three course meal
As you felt the knot about to snap, you tugged his hair, making him let out a strained whimper. His fingers moved fast and hard inside of you. All you could say was little moans of his name in repeat. Each whimper getting more and more desperate, then, it snapped. Back arching, mouth falling open moaning his name. He didn't stop, he slowly licked you through it until you pushed his head back.
You could feel your heart in your ears and throat. "Holy fuck". When you could move and look down, he was already looking at you, licking his fingers clean, his mouth glistening with your juices. He was panting heavily. He crawled up your body and kissed your neck while he took of your bra and his clothes, taking his sweet time
"Just fuck me, please" You whined when he was finally naked between your legs, condom rolled on, and his tip teasing between your lips
"Tsk tsk" He complained as he finally pushed in slowly "I don't fuck you, baby, we make love" he whimpers as he enters your tight cunt, hiding his face in the creek of your neck. "There's a damn difference" he said, voice strained as he tries not to cum on the spot
When he finally starts moving he is not waisting a damn second. "I'm not gonna last baby, I'm sorry. You feel so fucking good, hmm-fuck" he moans and pulls back to look at you in the eyes. He didn't take off his glasses
"Fuck, Dustin. Yes!" You moaned as he picked up a rather quick pace already
"You like that? You like how I make love to you , princess? You like getting to have me however you want, right? Do I look hot with my glasses on for you?" He asks, each question getting his voice higher to a whimper. "Only for you, baby". He is lossing it and you haven't even talked yet
You slide your fingertips between his curls and look directly into his eyes, eyebrows furrowed, pupils blown wide, mouth agape and moaning for him. "Yes! I love how you feel inside me, hmmm. Please, please faster". He obviously complies on the spot, his length driving in and out of you so hard it makes the bed squeak. " You look so fucking hot with your glasses on" he whimpers loudly, there you have him
"Please... Baby please..." He doesn't even know what hes begging for, but he is
"I'm close, Dustin, youre so good". One hand goes down and claws his back, leaving half moon marks between his shoulders. " Dustin please, I need you. Fuck!" Then, he finally hides his face in the crook of your neck again, that means...
"Yes baby, yes, fuck-" She is cut off from her own orgasm breaking out and making her moan his name , arching her back into him. But he doesn't stop. He just wraps one arm around her waist, mouth leaving open mouthed kisses against her neck as he whines and thrusts in and out.
"Dustin, please. Cum for me... Youre doing so good, so good for me" He moans in response. And then, he breaks, spilling into the condom and thrusting two times more before stilling inside her, hugging her waist tight
She scratches his scalp as he hums. "I love you" He mumbles against her skin. "I love you too" She replies. "You should pull out and throw that to the bin... "
Do you have any more inconsequential headcanons for Ratiorine/them individually? Like favorite food, color, ect. Just stuff that doesn't really matter but is fun to think about lol
Oogh okay. Well. Consider Aventurine's favourite food being a really simple stew he can vaguely recall his sister making that's kind of been Lost with the loss of the avgin culture. Until Ratio goes on an intense research deep dive and puts his cooking skills and his historical skills together to figure out what it was and how to make it. I don't think I can do justice to how aventurine feels eating it again - how it's both melancholic and happy, how it sends him back to simple but hard days, how both Ratio and his sister loved him enough to make this for him despite barriers and that makes it taste the same all these years later.
Ratio's favourite food is probably something pretty lavish I think. An indulgence like his baths. He pampers himself a Lot and he's a crazy good chef. It's still probably some sort of roast where the only "unhealthy" indulgent part is the amount of oil he uses but the taste is Rich. I don't think he's too big on sweet stuff (except bakklava?) but aventurine LOVES them and pesters him to bake for him.
God now I'm thinking about them grocery shopping ... Aventurine has never really had to Do It. First he wasn't in a position to and then he kind of went straight to having everything delivered to him by the IPC, but ratio cooks for himself and is picky about his ingredients. So he takes him through proper full on farmers markets, hand in hand, examining all the fruit and veg carefully... Both of them getting to experience normal domesticity, checking eggs and picking out the best apples... Aventurine overloads their bags because he sees something he wants it he buys it. Ratio has a strict shopping list that aventurine is ignoring the hell out of. Ratio gives a butcher extremely specific directions for what cut of meat he wants and aventurine is in the fishmongers like "that looks DISGUSTING. How much?"
Aventurine keeps making them stop to buy snacks / try free samples... Ratio rolls his eyes but he's never done any of this either usually he just slams his bust on to cancel out the noise gets his shit and leaves. Now he's eating "artisan waffles" with ice cream and bringing home tacky art pieces because aventurine LOVES tacky and just! AGH! Aventurine getting to experience domestic stuff that has been kept from him! Aventurine discovering the sense of control you get from grocery shopping yourself. Ratio having someone who likes being around him so much they can have fun just going to get groceries!!!!
