Welcome to my blog where I'll post my rambles writings and random thoughts inspired by specific pieces of media and others! I mainly write xF/Gn!Reader but I am open to CanonXCanon and Crack/Crossships too.
Posts may contain suggestive themes so read at your own risk. ( ^▽^)
My lovely beta reader and number one supporter: dorkacsak 🫶
About me:
I turned 19 in january!
Pansexual and gendefluid, I prefer They/Them but am comfortable with any pronouns.
I write to express myself and my thoughts in a legible and enjoyable way and to entertain others with my ideas (hopefuly)
English is not my first so please be ready for typos/grammar mistakes.
I write for rygos characters, mostly from the movies I have already seen:
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Hope you guys missed him because I sure did (ゝω・´★)
Word count: 1000
Type: Fluff
After you finally asked him out for the first time, neither of you could have been happier and more anxious. Planning your first date together proved to be quite a lot of fun, with many ideas that could be useful in the future, at the very least. You decided on a small dinner that you cooked together, radio playing in the background as you worked on the meal together. He would occasionally take your hand in his and spin you if a faster song came on, pressing kisses into your wrist while looking into your eyes, smiling into your skin before you had to return to your tasks. You ended the night with a movie and fell asleep on the couch, each with a knitted blanket wrapped tightly around you as you held hands.
The second date was similar, he invited you over to watch another movie, his choice, something he said he thinks you’d love. And he was right of course. It was perfect, equally funny as well as heart-wrenching in places. You couldn’t help but notice him staring at you the entire time, though. When you asked him why, he quickly turned his eyes back to the screen, a little embarrassed that you had caught him. Yet not too long after you noticed him looking your way again, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you slowly crept closer and closer to him. In one sudden movement, you turned and placed a kiss on his cheek before turning back to the screen. He was so red for the rest of the night he couldn’t even look your way again. It ended similarly to the previous one, with both of you sleeping soundly on the couch, your head resting on his shoulder, hands intertwined under the blanket.
The third one was a nice change of scenery. Taking a walk through the forest and around the lake before you decide on a nice spot to lay your blanket down, and stargaze. It was early July, the falling stars appearing quickly before they burned away just as fast, the night air still a little warm around you as opposed to the cold ground, yet not warmer than Lars’s hand enveloping yours. It was a welcome change, to be able to hold hands and touch each other so casually without the gloves constricting you in colder months. You both pointed out each new trail quickly disappearing into the vast darkness to the other, making wishes as you giggle into the night just like you did when you were kids. Once you began to feel sleepy, you folded the blanket and walked back to your house. You invited him inside, and the two of you fell asleep on your bed, half-cuddling each other because of the heat and how easily you overwhelmed him still.
On the fourth, if you could consider it one Karin and Gus invited you over, just for a nice family dinner. Lars drove over to yours to pick you up. When you opened your front door however, you both froze. He looked delicious, hair slightly neater than usual, mustache trimmed, signature brown sweater over a t-shirt making you practically drool, even if it wasn’t a significant change. He seemed to share a similar opinion, his eyes traveling up and down your silhouette before he squeezed them together. You placed a hand on his face before drawing him in for a kiss, lips only pressed to his for a few seconds just to make sure your lipstick would leave a faint print on the corner of his mouth that you won’t bother to wipe. You made your way over to Gus’s right after, the lovestruck expression never quite leaving his face.
The food was, of course, delicious, and even though the conversation started off a little awkward and stiff, it became more enjoyable once you and Karin started chatting about how similar the two brothers truly were. They both went a little red in the face but were happy the two of you got along so well. She was such a sweet woman, you already knew she will be a great mother when the baby arrives. You talked about the baby, the nursery, and the toys they’ve already bought for the little one. You knew how much anxiety it caused Lars, and you sneaked your hand over to his resting on his thigh, and held it firmly. Even if you didn’t notice, the other two surely did how Lars was staring at you like you personally hung the stars in the sky the entire time, gaze not once leaving you. Once you were finished with eating, you offered to help Karin wash the dishes, and the two of you were alone in the kitchen, she told you she was glad Lars had found someone he truly trusted even after Bianca.
You were there through it all for him, and would do it again if it helped him just like the rest of the community, and that’s what solidified her trust in you as well. You waved them goodbye as you got into Lars’s car once again before he drove you home. He was starting to sleep at your house more often than at his, not that you particularly minded it, quite the opposite. Over the past months, you have been working on getting to a point where you could comfortably cuddle and he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, and discovered he was basically a giant teddy bear. He loved wrapping you in his arms as you fell asleep, his head sometimes a comfortable weight on your chest. He was also incredibly warm, and impossible to roll off yourself on mornings when you woke up first, often just having to accept your fate as he gently snored on top of you.
You just hoped each morning spent with him would be filled with just as much domestic bliss.
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You already knew what to expect, the two of you have worked and been together long enough. The adrenaline after a job well done, or one that went so terribly that they decided to cut it instead of refilming it still buzzing through his veins as he opened the door of your trailer and quietly made his way to your bed. “Hey baby” he murmured against your neck as you slid into bed next to you, his hands groping your waist and hips, feeling the warm soft flesh under his calloused fingers.
Still half asleep you only answered with a hum and turned onto your back to take a better look at him. He was still coated in dirt and what you hoped wasn’t his own blood as he pressed soft kisses into your neck, his hardness already pressing into your side as he not so subtly ground against you. He still smelled like sweat and the sand they had him rolling in for hours.“ ‘M sorry I just need you so bad.” he apologized between the wet sloppy kisses he was leaving on your skin. You lazily threaded a hand through his hair and pulled him away from you so you could look into his eyes. They were wild, pupils almost covering all of the blue as he looked at you with such desperation and need in them you couldn’t resist.
You trailed your other hand down to his hips, sneaking it into his briefs and wrapping it around him. A surprised moan followed as he buried his face into your neck, your hand moving up and down in a lazy rhythm as you tightened your grip, thumb coming to caress his tip before you slowly traced it along the vein, before coming back up again and pushing your finger into it just a little bit more. A little high on you and the adrenaline, the sounds he was producing in response were turning you on just as much, so close to your ear you practically drank up every whine and grunt that left him. “P-Please”
Your hand still carding through his blond strands slid down to his face, drawing him up for a kiss. He looked dazed, eyes a little glassy and utterly lost in pleasure as your lips met his, and he throbbed in your other hand as a response. It didn’t take him long to cover your hand in his release, twitching in your grip as you slowly pumped him through the aftershock. You pressed a few more kisses into his temple before getting up to get a towel to clean both of you up. When you got back you found him still lying in bed, already snoring. You just chuckled to yourself before cleaning him, slipping back under the sheets to wrap your arms around him before falling asleep as well.
This heat is beating my ass but don't worry I'll try to post more. Hope you enjoyed!
When you allow yourselves to finally enjoy the other.
I have so many drafts it's crazy at Hidro HQ rn. (^_^;)
Word count: 800
Type: Smut
Explicit! Read at your own risk!
The two of you have been together for a few months now, Holland finally mustering the courage to ask you out after your 5th date. You took it slow to remain considerate even many years after the death of his wife. You understood how important she was and will always be to both of them, and you couldn't even dream of replacing her. He admitted it was all new to him again, it had been so long since he last had to think about how his tie would match a dress.
The first 3 dates ended with a peck, the next few with a sensual kiss, and it was becoming harder and harder to stop yourself after the makeouts since the two of you had become official. He was starting to get touchy, hands wandering from your sides to your hips and occasionally even lower while your hands came up to his face and hair, messing up the neatly combed strands. It wasn't any different when he invited you over again. Cooking dinner together with a nice glass of wine abruptly ending when you pulled him in by his tie to kiss him. He responded by throwing you onto the counter and grunting into your mouth as he pressed into you, hands coming to rest on your legs enveloping his waist.
Your hands each came up to rest on his face, one thumb gently grazing the stubble as you tilted your head to feel impossibly closer to him. His fingers on your thighs digging slightly into the soft flesh as you rolled your hips against him, feeling his hard-on press against you through his slacks. He groaned as he rolled your dress up to decrease the number of layers separating you as the two of you parted to pant against each other’s mouths. You looked up to see his pupils blown wide, and knew this was it. Months of restraining yourself, drawing back just a moment before it’d become too much, waiting for the right moment now finally making you both snap.
You busied yourself with loosening his tie and unfastening his belt while he slid your panties out from under your dress, fingers coming up to caress you without the fabric dampening the feeling of his calloused fingers against you. He drew his hand back to marvel at your wetness coating his digits and brought them up to his mouth to taste them. His lips wrapped around them as he licked it off with lazy motions of his tongue. Once he was satisfied with it, he drew you in for another kiss, slow but deep and sensual. You finally managed to push his pants down and free him from the last layer, both of you stopping to admire the moment, each breath coming out heavy and filled with anticipation.
“Ready sweetheart?” He asked, pressing hot and heavy against your thigh. You nodded hands coming down to brace against the counter as he slowly led himself between your warm walls. You both hissed at the sensation. “H-Holy shit…” he stutters out as his head drops onto your collarbone as you wait for the initial burn of the stretch before bringing a hand to his face to turn it up for a kiss. He immediately melts and lets a soft groan into the kiss before drawing himself out and pushing it back slowly. You moan as you feel every detail of him inside of you, warmth pulsing as he repeats the motion, this time faster to see if you could take it. Soon enough you are moving against each other in a desperate rhythm to chase your highs, high-pitched moans and whines coming from both of you filling the kitchen.
He lets his lips rest against your neck, the vibrations of his delicious sounds humming against your throat. He brings his hand to your clit and massages it in quick circles which makes you clench down around him, resulting in his hips snapping against your quicker and quicker, the coil in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter until it bursts and you come with a loud whine of his name, walls clamping down around him like vice. He follows after a few more thrusts, his hands gripping your hips so tight you were sure it was gonna leave a purple bruise to look back at fondly tomorrow. He slowly came to a halt, loosening his grip on your poor legs still shaking from the aftershock as he looked into your eyes with pure adoration and a soft smile curling at the corner of his lips.
You both just sat in the moment, coming down from your highs. This was gonna be a hard mess to clean.
I know it's a little short but I wanted to get it out. Let me know what you think.
I know I said I said yesterday but I lowk haven't been feeling like it, I swear I get the worst writer's block when I plan to finish something on time 😭
In which you help him process and overcome his grief and addictions.
I'll finish the smut tomorrow because I have so many ideas for him I just wanted to make him happy first.
Word count: 1200
Type: Fluff
You worked at a high school in a neighbourhood bordering the porn district of Detroit. Your job went as most people would expect it. Your students being exposed to such materials on an everyday basis making them want to act more mature than their age, their hormones already through the roof at this age, to put it lightly. Most of the girls dating men who are way older than them regardless of how well you’ve warned them about it. The boys discussing and sometimes even bringing their favorite magazines filled with lewd images.
Of course, there were exceptions, one of them being Holly March. She was such a bright student, way too mature for her age but smart and quick-witted. You’ve heard about what’s happened to her family and understood that children often have to grow up too fast in these situations. What you didn’t understand was how her father seemingly never did. The man was a wreck on fire to say the least. Barely showing up to parent-teacher meetings, and when he did he was late and most definitely drunk, or so you’ve heard from your co-workers. At first, you couldn’t help the judgment and resent him.
You made sure to pay special attention to the girl whenever you could, offering to help in any way you could, and she slowly grew to trust you. Once she offhandedly mentioned the reason behind the fire that took their house and you finally understood Holland's actions. Your negative feelings for him lessened as she told you a little more about him every day, starting to learn more and more about the detective day by day. One time Holly asked you to drive her home in the pouring rain as she couldn’t get her dad or his mysterious partner on the phone and didn’t have any other options. Your heart broke for her, so you did so without hesitation.
She invited you inside for a bit, offering to make you something in return, at first you politely declined but she mentioned her father was probably home judging by the lights already burning inside. You hesitantly accepted, only because you had a few words to say to the man about his neglectful behavior. And that’s how it all started. Maybe it was the whine in his voice as he apologised for not picking the phone up, or how he stumbled over his own two feet as he came up to the door to greet you both, making what you assumed to be excuses and placing the blame on someone named Healy. Either way, once the two of you locked eyes, yours filled with a frustrated determination, his with a sense of awe you couldn’t quite place, an awkward silence took over the atmosphere, only broken by Holly clearing her throat.
You quickly averted your eyes, he didn’t seem to notice it, a smirk appearing on his face as he leaned against a wall. You guessed the desired effect was to look cooler in front of you, but in all honesty, it made him look even sillier. The teen besides you just rolled her eyes before leaving for the kitchen, probably to fulfill her previous promise to you. You felt a little dumbfounded as all your anger vanished from you. It resulted in the two of you chatting and you soon discovered a charming personality under all the clumsiness and unawareness. A few similar instances later, which you were beginning to suspect were planned by his daughter, the two of you became something akin to friends.
And to your surprise, it actually turned out well. Dinner was already made and somehow not burnt by the time you arrived. He somehow managed all of it without a single injury, and his elegant attire remaining spotless was nothing short of a miracle.
He would actually listen to you, if he wasn’t so drunk or exhausted that he fell asleep, complaining about your job and everything that came with it whenever you felt hopeless about the situation. You, of course, returned the favor and helped Holly point out things in connection with his cases, which were often so blaringly obvious you wondered how he got dressed in the morning by himself. Then one day, he asked you out on a date. You accepted, you couldn’t deny that somehow he managed to worm his way into your heart with his unintentional charm and, despite what you originally thought about him, his unconditional love for his child.
And so, there you were, standing outside their door in your outfit carefully picked out for the date after an hour of contemplating whether it was too much for the occasion or not. However, all your worries dissipated as soon as he opened the door. He stood frozen for a moment, eyes gliding up and down your figure as he took you in. “Hey! You look… gorgeous.” He stumbled over his words, genuine awe and adoration lacing his words. To your surprise, it actually turned out well. Dinner was already made and somehow not burnt. He somehow even managed all of it without a single injury, his elegant attire remaining spotless being nothing short of a miracle. You just enjoyed each other's company by candlelight. You knew how hard it must have been to put himself out there even years after the accident, his guilt a frequent topic when he gets too drunk even by his standards, so you truly appreciated all the effort he put into this.
This being the two of you, your blossoming relationship, the courage it must have taken to ask you to be his girlfriend, “... and Jesus I haven’t said that in a while.” how he chose to trust you with his daughter even outside of your job. Similarly, he was eternally grateful you hadn’t given up on him the first time the two of you met, how you cared for him as a certain anniversary came around and he drank and drank and drank until you had to come over and take care of him while hungover and barely functioning while Healy took Holly to one of her friends' houses. The other man also became a great friend of yours, the two of you taking care of the dumpster fire Holland was. You were always honest about your view on his habits, and after a few instances where it actually caused Holly and even you to be in harm's way, he started taking it more seriously.
On your one-year anniversary, he’s more often sober than not and is capable of driving for short distances without needing a babysitter. You can see that he’s trying, and you couldn’t ask for more. Holly is less at edge school, not having to constantly think about a case or driving her father around constantly giving her the free time she deserves after putting up with him for so long. Ever since you came into their lives, you made it your goal to give them the happiness they deserved, and slowly, you've become an important part of it as well.
Swear I'm gonna get the HollandXReader out asap but I've been so busy theese past few days. ( ´~`)
Word count: 500
Type: Fluff
At first, Ken didn’t acknowledge your existence you, too occupied with stereotypical Barbie to pay you any mind. Every day, you went to the beach to try to grab his attention somehow, with a glass of fresh lemonade, asking about his job, which you quickly learned was standing there and being pretty, or by always being the loudest one laughing at his jokes. He never seemed to notice your hard efforts though.
That was until the events of the Ken takeover and eventual fall. He was still devastated it wasn’t all about horses, or that he didn’t get to keep his mojo dojo casa house in the end, but his eyes were opened to a whole new world. And in it, were you. Fortunately, a part of being snapped out of your Ken-daze was getting educated on what women had to go through in the real world, and it made you realize that chasing after Ken had been a waste of your time. From then on you focused on yourself, spent time with the other Barbies, got another degree, and even picked up yoga classes with weird Barbie.
Wherever you seemed to go though, there was one constant thing. Ken. No matter where you went or what you did, he appeared. It was harder to forget about him when he didn’t leave your field of sight for even just a second. At first, you ignored him, determined to make him feel as you have, but your traitorous heart still leapt any time he looked your way, and finally, not just through you, but at you. He started talking to you, asking about your favorite things, and day by day, became more infatuated with you. How could you not care for the thing you have wanted the most? How could he have ignored you for so long, when you are everything he’s been chasing all this time and more? He became excited any time the two of you would see each other, drinking up every word and responding with a nod and wide smile even if he didn't quite understand what you were talking about. Determined to prove he was the best Ken around, he would get you anything you wanted, without you having to ask for it.
You forgot your sunglasses? Here, take the pair he definitely didn’t have on stand-by since day one. No shade to hide from the sun? He returned with a parasol not even five minutes later. The others asked if the two of you were together already, and it made you realize what he had been doing this entire time, how his puppy eagerness and enthusiasm won your heart back before he truly even lost it. That’s how the two of you ended up on the beach, taking a stroll in the sunset, when the two of you turned to look at each other at the same time. “Would you be mine?” you asked in the same beat which made you laugh in unison. From that day on, the two of you became the first couple in Barbie land. Doing all the cheesy things you’ve both learned from the human world, having movie nights where it was just the two of you. And you wouldn’t wish for it to be anybody else.
This might be aah but I needed to get the idea out of my head. Hope you enjoyed reading though.
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When I first saw the movie in theaters I did not care for him at all but he grew on me. (*^-^)
Word count: 800
Type: Smut
Explicit!!! Read at your own risk
He was strange. Not quite understanding basic human needs like eating or actually sleeping and not just laying in bed until the sun turned up, which he was disappointed to find wasn’t just 20 minutes. But he was nothing if not sweet and eager to learn about all the wonders the human world had to offer. Truly you didn’t know how you ended up with him between your legs, lapping up your juices after your 3rd orgasm that night. You were practically floating, chest quickly rising with every breath you took to ground yourself.
It probably all started when Ken noticed you were being more frustrated than usual, and asked if you were on your period again. You would have been offended if anyone else asked that, but since the poor doll turned human had only learned about them a few weeks prior you truly couldn’t take offense at his innocent question. You assured him that no, it wouldn’t be for another week or so. That answer didn’t seem to satisfy him however, as he kept pestering you for answers. Did he do something? No you didn’t Ken, it’s fine. Was it someone else? Did you need him to deal with them? No, it’s alright Ken. It got to a point where he was determined to find the person who had wronged you.
In all honesty, you just didn’t want to admit to him that your previous dates have been so disappointing you’ve been suffering from a dry spell for quite a few months now. The last incompetent finance bro managing to turn you off so much with his seemingly unending rant about crypto investments just last night you couldn’t wait to get home and forget about him with a nice bottle of wine. Your current state was a mixture of being hungover and pent up frustration just making you groan out your problem. You hoped it would just shut him up, but he unexpectedly offered to help with your situation immediately.
You turned to him with a laugh at first, thinking he was joking until you remembered just who you were talking to. Ken never said something he didn’t mean, mostly because sarcasm was still a new concept to him and because he truly wanted to help you with everything he could in return for you teaching him about, well everything, and letting him live with you for free. You stood frozen for a second before asking him if he knew what he was talking about, and he replied with a nod before explaining he searched things up on your computer and saw some things that might help you.
And that was how you ended up with your legs spread on the couch, a head of bleach blonde hair buried between your thighs as you tugged at it. He started off with tentative licks and needed a little guidance before getting the hang of it, but once he found out what you liked, he delved in with full force, every action carried out with the same eagerness he does most things with. He seemed to be enjoying it just as much as you thought, whines muffled against your slick folds as he worked you. You had to check your search history later to see just where he had learned all of this from, but the thought quickly vanished from your mind as he found your clit and sucked at it harshly, tearing a moan from you as you arched your back off the couch.
He moaned loudly in response, doubling his efforts as he switched to long stripes all the way down to your entrance before he dug his tongue into your warmth, his eyes almost rolling back in awe of the new sensation. And that’s how it went for the first 2 orgasms until he suddenly stopped with a loud whimper, his head resting against your thigh as he loudly gasped for air. A little out of it already you glanced down to see what might have caused it when you noticed the large wet patch at the front of his pants, expression dazed as he stared up at you in wonder. You were about to ask him if what you think happened just happened, but he dove back in before the words could leave your mouth.
He mindlessly mumbled against you, thanking you for making him feel something so fantastic and new, how he never wanted to stop, how amazing you were and other words of praise you could only understand half of. You had to drag him away from yourself as your final and 3rd release hit you, because it was starting to border on being more painful than pleasurable. Once your vision cleared, you took in the full sight before you. Disheveled, hair all over the place from you tugging at it, face chin and neck covered in you slick glistening as evidence that this truly happened and wasn’t your wishful fantasy. You just hoped he’d learned some other things from the internet as well.
Honestly I didn't really know how to go about this but I think it turned out well, be sure to let me know what you think!
In which you and Lars discover you are his exception. (And more)
For some reason I like writing firsts with this guy, he's so sweet I wanna smooch him so bad. ( ´∀`)
Word count: 1200
Type: Smut and Fluff
Suggestive at places!!! Read at your own risk
It was another cold winter night in your little town in the midwest, when everyone huddled a little closer to the fire and wrapped their blanket a little tighter around themselves. Luckily, you had your wonderful boyfriend, Lars, to keep you warm on this chilly evening. He invited you over after work to bake something together and then maybe watch a movie, his small apartment much cozier and easily heated by the fireplace than yours.
You were both settled cozily under crocheted blankets on his bed, focused on the movie as you enjoyed each other's silent but comforting company. You didn't even notice your wandering hand until it was somehow fully covering his. As you turned your worried gaze to Lars you noticed he was already looking your way, he didn't seem to be in any sort of pain, his expression mirroring the shock in your own. You were about to draw your hand back when he slowly turned his over and enveloped your own.
"It doesn't burn." He stated, excitement obvious in his voice as it wavered slightly. You let out a huff of air in pure disbelief as you gently squeezed his hand encouragingly. He had to blink a few times to calm himself after the sudden and new emotions steadily surfacing in him, but he couldn't tear his gaze from where you connected. The two of you were playing it safe right until now, only touching over layers upon layers of clothing. The warmth of his larger digits interlocked with yours, being able to feel the calluses on his palm, an evidence of all the time he spends chopping wood was all new and exciting for both of you.
You wanted to feel more of his skin against yours, quickly becoming addicted to the sensation, as well as being so vulnerable yet hopeful and seemingly just as eager as you. You slowly brought your other hand up, making sure to wait for his approving nod as you lightly grazed his cheek, which turned a rosy color in response, followed by him taking a sharp breath as you let your palm fully rest over it. A moment later, you noticed a genuine spark of admiration and hope in his eyes as he leaned further into your touch. You cautiously brought your thumb to his mouth, slowly dragging along his bottom lip as he leaned closer and closer.
Your eyes zeroed in on the sight, mesmerized by how soft he felt under your touch. You couldn't wait any longer, and it seemed like neither could he, provided with enough proof that what only seemed to be a distant dream now was at the literal tip of your fingers. Both of you leaned in at the same time as your lips finally met his, an experimental peck at first followed by your lips slowly molding against his as you tilted your head. One of his hands, albeit slightly shaking still, came up to your shoulder, not pulling you any closer to himself yet, just to feel even more of you.
It was a sweet and slow kiss, although it didn't last long you both felt like it was an eternity before you separated. Your eyes opened to see his half-lidded ones staring back at you, eye brows furrowed. Oh what a sight he was. You dove back in, slightly more impatiently this time, still mindful of his inexperience to anything even remotely similar, but you couldn't get enough of this new closeness. He seemed unbothered, a small gasp leaving him as you moved your lips against his, allowing you to lick his bottom lip. Emboldened by his sudden rush of emotions, his hand on your shoulder slowly slid down to your waist, squeezing it as a way to ground himself.
You responded by shedding the blanket he offered you once you were both settled on the bed, before scooting closer to him, only needing to lift your thigh to straddle him now. He only responded with a small whine, which made you open your eyes to confirm it wasn't from pain. You didn't find any signs of discomfort, but did slow your advances down a little, not wanting to overwhelm him right off the bat. You kept gently moving your mouth against his. It seemed Lars had other plans though, as he easily dragged you onto his lap with the hand placed on your waist, the other still enveloped by yours. You yelped in surprise, breaking the kiss to check in on him.
“Oh my god.” He rushed out his whisper against your mouth just an inch off his. You could feel the very prominent tent in his pants that you were now pressing down upon. You couldn’t help the smirk creeping onto your face. His grip on your hip now bordering on painful as he repeatedly squeezed his eyes shut, his entire face and neck a bright red shade. You leaned down and placed a peck on his lips which got him to open his eyes.
“Are you okay Lars?” You asked, your thumb on his face gently sweeping back and forth, hoping the repetitiveness would help him focus. He just nodded. Knowing you wouldn’t get much more from him, you experimentally rolled your hips down, causing his to jump up, a soft moan escaping both of you from the pressure. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, already looking wrecked.
You repeated the motion which caused his head to fall forward onto your collarbone as a quiet moan tore out of him once more. Feeling high from the sounds he was making, you kept up the motion, gradually speeding up to where he couldn’t muffle his noises into your skin. Both your and his pants have formed a wet patch by now, friction muted through the multiple layers yet still sending tingles up your spine. You drew him back in for another kiss, feeling your release approaching steadily. Lars was close behind you, it was more like panting into each other's mouth than an actual kiss, but it didn’t matter to either of you as the bliss overtook your entire body, grinding down onto him a few more times before you collapsed on top of him, arms falling around his neck. He wasn’t doing any better, a series of loud whimpers followed as he came alongside with you, doubling the forming mess between you.
Once you came back to your senses, you tried to find his eyes, which were still shut, no doubt processing all that just happened to him. “Baby are you okay?” You cooed, drawing your hand away from his face and gently squeezing his with the other. “T-That was…” He opened his eyes, pupil blown wide still. You just smiled warmly before attempting to slide off his lap, but his large paw on your side tugging you back. “Just a few more minutes, please?” And how could you deny him?
I'm planning on writing for Ken next. Hope you liked it!
I honestly wanted to start posting my writings sooner, but I was scared of the tagging system and the ao3 authors curse, so if something similar happens on tumblr please let me know ( ;∀;)
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I finally finished it! I didn't have much time to write but here it is. (*^^*)
Word count : 1700
Type : Smut
Explicit themes!! Read at your own risk!
The date started innocently enough. True to his promise he was a gentleman the entire time. He came to pick you up even though he didn’t have a car. Wearing a shirt that hugged his biceps enough to have your thoughts run wild. He brought flowers and insisted on carrying the picnic basket all the way. The spot he picked on the beach was truly mesmerizing, and somewhat isolated from other parts, the waves clashing as the orangeish hues of the sun hit them before it disappeared off the horizon.
You talked about anything and everything that came to mind. Giggling at his awful science puns and enjoying the soft summer breeze on the shore was definitely something you could get used to. As it became darker the weather became colder, your only source of heat was Ryland, subconsciously scooting closer and closer to him. Then at one point the conversation turned heated, maybe at the mention of one of your exes and how he was less than competent in most ways. You could see the effect the implications had on him and the way his gaze turned back to you, now laced with hints of lust. Determined to prove to you that he could do much better.
The emotions swirling behind his glasses mirrored your own, and soon you were sharing a heated kiss with your back on the picnic blanket, his kisses crashing down on you from above. With your arms hooked around his neck and his thighs bracketing your own there was no escaping. “Are you okay with this?” He asked, breaking the kiss, expression serious yet reassuring. “Yes, yes please.” You responded before hastily pulling him back down. He didn’t protest but instead of kissing your mouth, he leaned down and placed one on the side of your neck, trailing a small path all over it before finding a sensitive spot. Once he did, he let out a hum of acknowledgement before giving it special attention, sucking and licking it, feeling your pulse rapidly increase in response as your breath quickened.
Your hands wandered up into his hair as he continued his journey lower, placing more tentative kisses on your collarbone, looking into your eyes for confirmation before removing your top and stopping for a minute to admire the view. He came back up for another peck before he returned to his task, your hands tightening their grip, eliciting a groan from him. Feeling bold, you bring one of your hands to the hem of his shirt, sliding your hand under to explore the new territory of muscle and warmth, your breath hicthing from the anticipation. You still couldn’t understand why he needed all of it, not that it bothered you, quite the opposite in fact. Fueling the fire in your belly starting to consume you wholly.
As your hands wandered higher, you freed your other hand to tug at the buttons as he finally reached the top of your breasts, continuing the pattern. He placed hot open-mouthed kisses above the gentle lacing down to the middle where a tiny bow greeted him. He turned his gaze to yours once more, not doing much to hide the desire shining in it. You responded with a huff and tug at his hair to bring him up to your lips once more. You were starting to become impatient, signifying it with another tug at his which made him hiss deliciously.
As your lips melted against his, all of the buttons finally came undone and he shrugged the piece of clothing to the ground like it had personally offended him. At this point anyone coming by could clearly see what the two of you were up to, but neither of you cared much for it, the situation only seeming to add to your excitement. His hands, now having a much clearer way down, wandered to the hem of your panties, checking for permission in your eyes before freeing you of them and you shivered as the cold evening air hit your warmth. He leaned back slightly to truly take you in.
“You’re so pretty.” He all but groaned as his hands came up to your thighs to spread them, thumb slightly digging into the soft flesh. He leaned down to lock you into a searing kiss while his fingers only seemed to wander closer and closer to where you wanted them to be until he finally dragged them through your folds. He experimentally spread them, your wetness coating his digits in a sheen layer before he brought them up to your clit, writing gentle circles on it which caused your hips to jump and a surprised whine to escape you. His other hand came down to push down on your hips, keeping you locked in place. He kept the motion up until you were basically humping his hand, begging him to relive some of the pressure.
He finally brought a finger to your entrance before slowly pushing it in, each knuckle disappearing before he drew it back out. You moaned as he kept repeating the pleasurable motion over and over, eventually adding a second digit before speeding up. With a twist of his wrist he hit that gummy spot inside you that made you moan without shame, and he kept abusing that spot, keeping the pad of his fingers over the bundle nerves to send wave after wave of shock through your body. You could feel the coil in your belly rapidly tightening. “R-Ryland-” you managed to stutter out your warning, his other hand letting go so he could turn his attention back to your clit, expertly flicking his wrist around as you came, vision turning white in the process in contrast to the dark of the night sky above the two of you.
As you came down from your high and opened your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of him sucking his fingers clean of your juices, moaning at your taste. Before you could truly comprehend it, his head disappeared between your thighs as he licked you somewhat clean, the roughness of his tongue sending new waves of shock through your body as you arched your back from the overstimulation, hands flying down to tug him away from you. He pushed himself up, arms bulging as whined at the loss but broke away from you as he looked up at you like a kicked puppy would at its owner. You nodded your head as you dragged him back by his hair, molding your lips against his as you tasted your own cum on his tongue, eliciting a groan from both of you.
Your hand wandered down his back, then his hip all the way to the waistband of his pants, tugging at it but not wanting to break the kiss to verbally express yourself. He fortunately understood your weak attempts at removing the garment and quickly pushing it off, tossing it into the sand. As you looked between the two of you, you took in a sharp breath at the sight. His tip was already leaking pre-cum, slightly curved to the right with a prominent vein running up its side that seemed to throb with every glance taken at you. He brought a hand down to wrap around the base, hissing at the feeling before turning to you once more.
“Are you ready?” He asked, restraint evident in his voice, yet no rush or pressure could be felt from his words. You responded with a nod which didn’t seem to satisfy him. “Words sunshine.” “Yes, please.” You whined in urgency, not being able to stand the thought of not being filled by him for a moment longer.
He smirked and leaned down to kiss you as he led himself to your entrance, before he finally pushed the tip in, kiss breaking to allow both of you a large gulp of air. He pushed in inch by inch, the stretch only a delicious buzz at the back of your mind despite his thorough prep. Both of you stood frozen still for a few seconds, his quiet whimpers any time you accidentally clenched around him making it hard to do so. You arched your back, hips shifting, ushering him to move, and like the gentleman Ryland was, he slowly rolled his hips, drawing all the way out before snapping his hips back, earning a high pitched moan from you. He repeated the motion once more before gradually building his speed up to where he was basically pistoning into your fluttering walls right on the shore of one of the most beautiful beaches you have ever seen.
He buried his face into your neck, muffling his moans groans and small whines as he chased both of your pleasures. You wrapped your legs around his middle to lift yourself ever closer to him, the shift causing him to ram into the special spot that made your eyes roll back, head hitting the blanket below you as you threw it back. Determined, he kept aiming for it, making you moan out loud with every new wave of hotness crashing down into you. The familiar feeling returned to your belly once more as his hand crept down to abuse the bundle of nerves between your legs, drawing circles until the only somewhat coherent thought in your head was Ryland. “Want you to- come for me, can you do that?” He lifted his head slightly, lips grazing your ear. And that was all you needed, starts bursting behind your eyelids as you came with a scream of his name. Clamping down on him as you twitched through your orgasm he followed right behind you, hips rolling a few more times, working you both through your pleasure before his full weight came crashing into you.
Laying there just taking in what happened, both of you panting and blissed out, you couldn’t help the giggle as you came back to your senses. Your fingers carded through his blonde strands as he also slowly returned to the living. He turned his head to rest on your chest as he looked into your eyes, the warm smile mirroring your own. You knew, that from then on, every date would be just as special as this one, as long as Ryland was by your side.