hellooo!!

hi! i'm libby, she/her

i usually have one hugeeee obsession at a time and my posts will tend to revolve around that (currently is ryan gosling..and project hail mary)

taking requests for rygos characters so please please pleaseeeee drop any ideas you have and ill write up some thoughts…or maybe a small oneshot if i really vibe with it!

i also love chatting with people on here so shoot me a message if you wanna ask me about something or just talk :)

IDK WHY THIS TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO WRITE BC ITS STILL NOT THAT GOOD (or long😭) BUT ENJOY!!

You’re caged in by Luke’s legs as you sit on the floor. From the sofa, he’s giving you a well needed massage, focusing heavily on the knots in your shoulders. Slowly, you feel a hand start to wander to the nape of your neck and work the sensitive skin.

The movie that’s playing on the tv begins to fade into white noise as the only thing your mind can focus on is the warmth of Luke practically kneading you. His hand begins to drift up, just to where your neck meets the base of your skull, and without warning, he presses his thumb in.

You don’t even realise the sound that had erupted from deep inside of you and the way your body lost all tension until your neck becomes cold, absent of any touch. You have to force your eyes open as you fight the embarrassment when you turn to face him.

A slight smirk rests on his lips, ‘You like that?’

jude’s discord server is the GOAT for the brainstorming last night

WOWOWOWOWW MY FAV TYPE OF HOLLAND EVER HOW DID U KNOW i had the best time writing this and its so yummy

also THANK YOU SO MUCH @lesbiholmes my life saver helping me out with this

sidenote: i need holland to call me babydoll

NSFW BELOW THE CUT!

It had been a month since you noticed him appearing everywhere. Every place you went, he seemed to be there.

By the third week, you knew it couldn’t be a coincidence and start to play into it. It’s not like he isn't objectively attractive. It definitely isn’t like you aren’t touching yourself nightly thinking about the rough drag of his moustache against you.

On week four, he picks up the courage to say his first words to you. You drop an apple you were putting into your shopping cart and you see him speed towards you, picking it up and placing it in your hand.

‘Hey, uh, do I know you?’ Your question comes out quick enough that he doesn’t have enough time to run away.

‘No.’ His answer is simple and sure, but the expression on his face tells you that was more to it than that.

You want to figure out how to get to know him - this guy randomly appearing everywhere must be a sign for something, so you press on, ‘’Kay, it’s just I think I’ve seen you around, you seemed familiar.’

His face suddenly drains of colour and his mouth slightly parts but no words come out. A look of amusement from you at his inability to speak quickly turned his cheeks to a flushing red.

‘Well if you ever wanna see me around,’ You say, searching in your bag for something. You pull out a pen and pull his arm towards you, ‘Shoot me a text, yeah?’

He doesn’t look down at you scribbling across his skin, opting to stare at your face, jaw still slack.

When you walk away, he sees what you wrote. On his arm in bold, black ink says an address and a phone number with a rough heart at the end.

By the time Holland speeds through each traffic light to get home, it’s a miracle he hadn’t sweated of your writing in anticipation to message the number.

He’s unsure how blunt to be, but using his better judgment, which really isn’t much better than his worst, he decides you must want him to message you, maybe even more… no. No. He can’t let himself get ahead of himself before even a single proper conversation.

Without much other thoughts, he hastily types the number into his phone followed by a slew of messages.

Hi.

It’s the man ftom the grocery storw.

Holland.

That’s my name by the wau

Can I come over soon?

It really doesn’t take long for you to reply, a minute at most, but the waiting is torturous for him.

I’m free now ;)

*image attached*

When he opens the photo you’d sent, he’s met with the heavenly sight of you in the mirror in just a bra and panties.

He lets out a deep breath as he feels the blood rush downwards. God, it’s gonna be impossible to drive.

Cominh ovet now

His phone’s dinging with notifications but he doesn’t even check as he scrambles back into his car.

There’s no need for him to use a GPS to check out the address you’d written, he knows the exact route.

He arrives in his own personal record time and parks leaving the tail stuck out; he really couldn’t care less, he needs you. Now.

As he speed walks towards your door, there’s no thoughts crossing his mind. He doesn’t even take a moment to consider before he knocks heavily. The door nudges slightly open and you appear, now with an oversized top covering you and a smile playing on your lips.

‘Come,’ it’s barely a whisper but he follows you inside. He lets you hold onto his hand and guide him to where he knows your room is.

After months of sitting in his car outside your house, he knows the entire left side of your house. What he didn’t know is the many pictures you have showing you off with friends and family, many of them standing close to you in the photos. Too close. With what little energy he has left that’s not being used to tame himself, he feels the jealousy brewing that he’s not the one next to you in those photos, that he’s not the one with his hand wrapped around your shoulder.

It doesn’t matter now, he has you all to himself for the first time and by god is he gonna make it worth the wait.

When you reach your bedroom, you sit on the edge of your bed and watch him take it in. He looks around in disbelief that he's finally inside after all this time.

You can feel his eyes on you as you go to pull your t-shirt over your head but before you can, he makes his way over to you and pries your hands from the hold you have.

No more words have been exchanged since he’d entered yet you don’t feel like you need to fill the silence, you just let your shared want speak for you.

It’s gentle, the way he lifts up your top. He does it slowly like he’s memorising how your breath shifts with each exposed part of skin and how you slightly twitch and his knuckle briefly grazes you.

When he notices that you’re completely bare beneath the top, his breath hitches for so long you’re worried he may pass out but your worry is quickly forgotten when he’s panting desperate kisses over your figure and pressing you into the bed.

His arms cage you in; he’s leaning in his forearms but the bottom half of his body is pressed close and beneath the thin layer of his trousers, you can feel his hard length against your thigh.

‘Off, mm take it off,’ you manage to get out, tugging at his shirt.

It’s as if your words reminded him he had clothes on by the way he practically jumps away from you and makes quick work of taking off all of the clothes, making a whine tear from his throat as his cock presses flush to his stomach. The trim nest of hair makes it look like it’s being presented to you, just for your pleasure.

Holland wastes no time to drop to his knees and lick a long stripe up your pussy, hand wrapping around your waist as a welcome pressure.

Your hands curl into his hair and your hips start grinding against him without you meaning to, sounds of bliss spill from you as his matching ones hit you as deep vibrations which just add to the immense pleasure you feel.

When he pulls away, the groan you make is the loudest noise so far. His knowing smile only makes you need him more and he can see that by the way your arms are reaching towards him.

He knows to not tease you today, he wouldn’t be able to handle it, so he gets himself onto the bed and makes a fist around his cock, pumping it twice before guiding the tip to your soaking entrance.

You’re wet enough to just let him slide in and, right now, you don’t need anything else but him. He doesn’t thrust his entire length in at first, though. He lets you feel just how thick he is, even at the tip.

This moment is the start of the mixing of your joint fantasy and neither of you want to miss a second. Your eyes stay locked and focused as he slowly sinks into you, inch by torturous inch.

It already feels like too much but it's definitely not enough yet, you need more, you need it now.

Your hands reach up to him and try to grip onto his back. When you feel the heat of him under your fingers, pull him close so he’s lying on top of you. You can now feel his entire length inside you, your pussy twitching around his cock.

The sound Holland makes is something between a cry and a moan and all you know is that you need to hear it again.

You’re insanely full, there’s nothing else in the world right now but the two of you and these next minutes. Your nails dig into his back as you fight to ground yourself in this pleasure and he makes the noise again. At the sound of it, a moan comes from you.

‘Ready?’ you can barely understand him through his panting but you nod with the little energy you have left.

‘Let me hear you, babydoll, wanna hear your, ngh, your voice.’

The pet name causes your head to fly back, needing to find some composure.

‘Mm, now, now, I need you to move now.’

‘That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.’

You feel suddenly empty as he pulls his cock out of you, a protesting whine coming from you, but as he thrusts back in, you quickly know nothing other than the pure bliss of wet slaps as he pummels into you without abandon.

‘Holland, h-harder,’ His movements stop for just a second whilst he moves himself and lifts your legs to rest on his shoulders.

When his thrusts continue, they’re hit that spot deep inside of you, the one you’ve been waiting for, and it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before. That mixed with the softness of his kisses on your leg creates something inside of you that you can’t seem to place.

The sheets twist up in your grip as your hips grind up to meet each thrust that comes from Holland.

You don’t know when they changed, but at some point he began to rut into you with no rhythm. You’re almost certain that tomorrow you’ll have bruises by just how hard he’s rutting into you but you can’t bring yourself to care, at least it’ll remind you of this god of a man.

‘Fuck, you’re, you’re so, ohhh fuck, babydoll I, mmh, I need it.’ He can’t even string a sentence together, he can only think about how long he’s wanted this, how long he’s imagined this exact moment.

This thought brings him to the precipice and he completely stills, cock sheathed deep inside of you as his cum fills you up. He starts to move again, now carefully grinding into you, pushing his release further and further inside.

You can’t even tell who’s making which sounds, you’re both spilling with noises you’d never made before.

When Holland guides his cock out of you, you feel depressingly empty, like there’s a piece of you missing, but not for long because before you can ask him to get back in, your legs have been dropped and his mouth is attached to your pussy.

His tongue starts circling your clit and your back arches right off the bed, legs tensed and shaking. You can feel your orgasm coming on fast.

Your hands move to his head but they can’t seem to figure out whether to push him away or pull him closer; it ends up as you pulling him up and down your core while you grind down onto him.

Before you can tell him you’re close, he moves down to your core and starts slurping his own cum from you, moaning into you, telling you how good you taste.

You can’t think as your climax hits like a brick wall - you feel fuzzy and see white, your entire body tensing and then going completely slack.