cream crackered tbh love

It had been another bitingly cold October day in your small Midwest town, not much else to do besides camp out in front of the small fireplace. Lars was happily reading a book, fingers tracing soothing circles over your calves as they draped across his lap, when a sharp gasp tore him from the story he was entranced by. He looked up with wide eyes, only to be met with your broad grin peeking out from behind the phone screen pointed in his direction. He squinted at the video playing before him, it seemed to be a quick montage of a couple matching beads to one another’s eye color and making bracelets with them.

“Lars, please can we do this? Look how cute it is! We can match.”

Your shiny, pleading eyes are not lost on Lars as the corners of his mouth tug into a smile.

“The craft store doesn’t close for another hour! That’s plenty of time!” You say as you rocket off the sofa and start pulling your boots on.

You’re practically vibrating with excitement as Lars follows suit and pulls on his coat, passing a scarf to you before wrapping his own around his neck. You lean forward and press a warm kiss to his cheek as you pass through the door, all but skipping to the car as Lars locks up and follows behind.

The drive was quick, Lars listening intently as you babble over the hum of the radio about what you had learned from reading the comments under the bracelet video. Inside, a soft laugh is pulled from Lars’s lips as your hand closes around his wrist, leading him wildly up and down the aisles of the craft store as you search for the needed materials.

You finally stumble upon the rows of colored beads with a squeal of delight, loosening your hold on Lars to reach out and brush your fingers along the varying textures in front of you. After pulling a few options from the display, you hold up each string to compare the shade to the beautiful eyes looking back down at you. Lars beams, a warm blush beginning to crawl up his neck as you examine each set of beads thoroughly.

“Mm, there we go.” You nod, holding up the winning selection as if it were a fish you just caught. “Aren’t they pretty?”

The beads were a vibrant grey-blue with small specks of a green shade scattered throughout. They were round, almost like a string of pearls hanging down from your fingers. The blush from before has now fully engulfed Lars’s cheeks, skin burning as he nodded back at you with a wide smile.

“My turn.” He says quietly, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of your nose, his wide smile stretching into a grin before placing another kiss to your lips.

His brow furrows slightly as his fingers trace over each row of beads, eyes flicking between you and the wall. He pulls a few strings from the wall, holding them up to your face just as you had done moments before. His eyes twinkle as he compares each color to your loving gaze. You think your heart might leap right out of your chest at the way Lars looks back at you, so full of love and devotion. Lars smiles sweetly as he holds up his final decision to you, a beautiful string of earthy hues glinting in the fluorescent lights of the department store.

“They’re beautiful.” You murmur, taking the beads from his hands and adding them along with your selection.

“Hm, not as beautiful as you.” Lars says, wrapping one arm around you and pulling your hand to his lips to press a warm kiss against your knuckles.

Now it’s your turn to blush as you melt into his touch, staying there for a moment, as if you were the only two people in the world.

“Okay, we just need to get some neutral beads and elastic thread and I think we should be set.” You grab a set of small gold filler beads and spin around to the other side of the aisle to grab the first spool of clear cord your eyes land on.

The cashier rings up your items and you two are on your way, Lars slipping his hand into yours as you step out into the brisk winter air. The drive back to the house is uneventful, you are just happy to be in Lars’s presence with his warm hand enveloping yours as they rest in your lap. He peers over at you every once in a while, his usual shy smile creeping up each time under the warm flashes of the streetlights.

Once you return home, you both settle on the floor in front of the fireplace, a blanket spread out beneath you and the beads organized on a spare plate. Lars hums softly to the music playing through the living room as you both string colorful beads onto the elastic cord. You finish your bracelet first, holding it up in the flickering light of the fireplace, marveling at the pattern of blue and earth toned beads separated by small gold spheres. It’s beautiful. The two colors of your eyes joined together in harmony.

You turn to Lars, who is already gazing at you with a fire of his own burning behind his eyes. Barely containing your grin, you crawl over to where Lars is seated on the plush blanket and reach for his hand to slip the bracelet over his wrist. He stares at the new jewelry adorning his wrist where your hand still rests against his skin, mesmerized by you and your touch.

“I love it, sweetheart. Now I get to have a piece of you wherever I go.” He whispers, giving you the brightest smile he could muster. “I’m never going to take it off.”

Lars leans closer to you, long fingers brushing against yours as he slips his creation along your soft skin. The pattern differs slightly from your own, making it one of a kind. He raises both your hands up and peppers feather-soft kisses to your pulse point where it’s hammering against your skin. You’re certain he can feel it.

“I love it, Lars. I love you.”

“I love you too, my angel.” Tears glisten in Lars’s eyes as he looks between your clasped hands, clad in the matching bracelets, and your face.

You bring your free hand up to his face to brush away the tear threatening to fall, resting your palm against his cheek. Lars leans into your touch as you carefully swing a leg over his, slotting yourself into his lap. Your hands settle in his hair, fingers raking softly through the locks as Lars wraps himself around you, palms flush against the small of your back.

A content sigh leaves your lips as Lars tightens his hold on you, catching your lips in a tender but searing kiss. It’s this moment, here with you on the floor of his apartment, that Lars realizes there’s no one else he’d rather spend the rest of his life with. The glint in your eyes as you pull him into another dizzying kiss, tells him that you feel the exact same.

Humming along absent-mindedly, you traced out shapes in the headliner as you laid back and watched the smoke swirl around you; quickly growing annoyed at the way the neon lights from the gaudy strip club sign across the way harshly light up the interior a pink hue. The radio hummed softly, a temporary reprieve as the two of you sat in silence so thick a knife could cut right through it.

Adjusting the seat, you rest your elbow on the center console and audibly let out a very deep, very annoyed sigh as you fiddled around with the hem of your shirt; eyes piercing daggers at the stubborn detective sitting in the drivers seat... Your stubborn detective.

It's been two hours.

Countless times you and Healy both told him this wasn't where the target was going to be but Holland was so insistent this was the location that it got a little heated between the two; resulting in Holland dragging you along to the stakeout instead.

You begrudgingly agreed. Why? You weren't sure but it may have to do with those sad, blue, puppy dog eyes that get you every time he pleads to you.

Smoke that lingered in the air wafted around as he waved his hand at you dismissively; not wanting to admit that you two were right... especially Healy. That bastard.

You could see the tension coursing through his body, hell you could feel it as his leg practically bounced through the floorboard. The whole car shook as he stared at the entrance of the club, camera in hand and a sliver of hope somewhere inside him the target would walk out and he'd get his picture for the client.

"Jesus, sugar I hear ya'. Dammit, I should've listened to you two-" He murmured trailing off with a string of curse words just loud enough you could barely hear him. "Do not tell Healy I said that."

You couldn't believe what you just heard. Holland admitting he was wrong?

"What was that?" you leaned in closer- bumping a shoulder against his as you cupped your hand around your ear- "Did I just hear the Holland March say I was right?"

Hollands head dropped and his shoulders shook with a quiet laugh as he took another drag of his cigarette. He leaned back into the headrest and exhaled, staring up at the headliner a moment before finally meeting your gaze.

He was met with a teasing smile that beamed across your lips and the poor sap couldn't help but melt at the sight in front of him. The tension from the nights unsuccessful investigation started to leave his body and his leg finally slowed to a halt.

Hollands elbow now on the console with yours, he hooked his index finger under your chin rasing it gently as he moved in closer; ever so slightly tilting his head as if he was going to kiss you but then... Nothing. His warm breath tickled your nose as he hovered inches from your face.

The silence was much different this time. Palpable.

A playful smirk left the corners of his lips as he watched you shift in your seat, flustered but still holding his gaze strong. He watched keenly as your pupils widened, eyes now darting between his eyes and lips, craving for him to close in the short distance between you.

"Now now..." he inched even closer- his lips now ghosting yours- "that's not what I said. Don't go puttin' words into my mouth, doll." You melted into his touch as he ended with a rough, low drawl.

Doll.

The band in your stomach tightened; ready to snap as a shiver ran through your body. Every time he used that name it sent a flood of warmth straight to your core. Holland figured out one day just how much it affected you and of course, used it to his advantage to make you weak in the knees every chance he got. That slick son of a bitch.

Reaching over the center console you slide a hand across his thigh and gently toss the camera in the back before snaking your way to his length now constraining tightly against his slacks. Running a hand back and fourth, you tease with a couple slow strokes before removing yourself.

Holland groaned, hips bucking in response to chase your hand the moment your digits brushed against his tip when you lifted off of him.

"See what you do t'me sugar. Don't be a tease-"

"Or what, Hol?" Slightly tilting your head you smiled, feigning innocence and sent his head spinning.

Holland hummed as he moved in; his tongue traced your bottom lip to make room before slipping between your teeth to meet your own. Your hands traced along his neck to grab a fistful of his hair and tug; coaxing a deep growl from the back of his throat. "Get that pretty little thing over here, darlin'-"

You quickly obliged, his handreached the small of your back helping you over as you climbed awkwardly over the center console. You adjusted yourself, slotting his body between your knees and his cock twitched at the feeling of your body weight now fully pressing gainst him as you sat down.

Wasting no time you slowly begin rocking your hips your slick now soaked through your pajamas shorts as your clothed core drags along his length. "Fuck... look at you so wet f'me already, sugar-" Holland quickly put the cigarette in his mouth to grip your waist tight; now guiding you in a steady rhythm.

Leaning in, you peppered kisses on the corner of his mouth opposite of where his cigarette rests before lifting off just enough so your lips can glide across his. Using your teeth you take the cigarette right out of his mouth and maneuver the filter end into yours without lifting a finger and keeping rhythm.

Holland sat back speechless, eyes blinking rapidly as he watched what was unfolding in front of him.

You stop to take a long drag and Holland lets out a whine, hips bucking for you to keep going but was quickly cut sort by the sudden embrace of your hand. Gently squeezing his jaw, you nod, motioning for him to open.

His eyes dilated, now seeing stars as you move in, shotgunning the smoke into his mouth. Holland squeeze your thighs, inhaling desperately like it was his last lifeline keeping him on this Earth.

"Jesus, baby I can't- fuck- I'm gonna-" The pitch in his voice rose as he let out a weepy sigh.

His head flew back into the headrest with a soft thud and you felt his thighs tremble; growling as he released beneath you.

You sat back for a moment, smiling and admiring your work. His hair disheveled, eyes half lidded, chest heaving and you? Satisfied.

You take another drag before lazily placing the cigarette back between his lips and climbing back into the passenger seat.

"Now can we go, Hol? Healy and I can clean you up." Raising an eyebrow you chuckled at the stain on his slacks, pride beaming off your lips at the mess you caused- "plus, the both of you owe me for your little fight and dragging me out here for nothing."

“You’re a doll. I mean— well, you know what I mean,” you say as he heads out the front door.

It’s been… cute, living with Ken. After adjusting to the whole “hey I’m your childhood toy come to life and now I’m in love with you” thing, anyway. He’d do literally anything for you and that sort of dogged devotion takes some getting used to. In fact, you kinda miss him when he steps out now. Maybe you’re falling into folie a deux or whatever they call it. Folie a doll, perhaps.

You’re not dating… but you’re not not dating. It’s hard to explain. 

Then you realise he’s left the laptop open.

It’s your laptop, really, but you’re mostly on your work one so he gets free rein of it. Curiosity suddenly overwhelms you. Is it bad etiquette to snoop on his browsing history? Maybe, but once again: it’s your laptop. You wanna see what your literal boy toy gets up to when you’re at work.

You sit at the table where it’s been abandoned and open up the history tab. At first it’s just the same stuff you’ve seen him looking at as you pass by every day: men’s fashion, horse compilation tiktoks, part time job vacancies involving horses…

sexy videos

That one makes you pause. Sexy videos, huh? So far Ken has been pretty, well, well-behaved about his physical needs, but you assume as he makes the transition from plastic to human that he must be having them.

Maybe you wouldn’t mind if he talked to you about that. Maybe you wouldn’t mind giving him a hand.

The search term took him to your favourite porn site, of course, and it looks like he spent some time there.

kissing

Only a guy like Ken would go on a porn site to look up kissing. You snort your amusement and keep scrolling.

couples kissing 

kissing first time

loving couple

real loving couple

You feel your face soften into a smile. Oh. Of course that would be the kind of stuff he’d be into. All of his attempts at romance so far have been exceptionally traditional: bouquets of roses and candle-lit baths drawn ready when you get home from work. Unprompted massages. He wrote you a love letter once, and even though his spelling wasn’t the best, you still keep it in your bedside drawer with your other precious tchotchkes. 

Tender sex couple love

“I love you” sex video

Seems like he found a couple he was into. You click on them and they’re both pretty long and intense, in a sweet way. Amateur stuff but there’s a lot of gazing into each other’s eyes and whispered affections. It’s cute. From the runtime bar at the bottom of the video, it looks like he sat through the whole of them.

submissive man praise

Your eyebrows skyrocket. That’s a turn. You didn’t know he knew that word. 

blond submissive man praise

bleach blond submissive man praise 

You can imagine him getting more frustrated as he tried to narrow down his search and can’t hide a grin. Looks like he got lucky with the results as there are many videos matching his descriptor on this particular site. He’s watched quite a few of them, too. Men who look uncannily like him on their knees as their dominant tells them how good they are at giving oral. You feel your cheeks get hot as you imagine doing that with him.

Does he want you to do that with him?

You’re so caught up in the scene before you that you don’t hear him open the door again.

“Forgot my water b—“

“Oh, yeah, baby boy, you’re doing so well…”

He freezes. You freeze. The people on the screen don’t freeze, and the man keeps sticking his tongue in his partner’s hole, much to their delight.

“My secret sexy videos,” whispers Ken in horror. When you aren’t angry, he doesn’t know how to react. So he just stands there. 

You carefully close the laptop screen.

“Ken?”

“Yes?”