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using ai to write fanfiction is so fucking embarrassing like the only way to get better at writing is practice and fanfiction IS the practice lmao. fym you’re using ai to write yaoi just do what everyone else did and work until you get better ?? actually insane shit
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The Gosling boys eating you out — inspired by THIS lovely clip from Blue Valentine (X link, its porn of ryan fucking gosling eating pussy like he depends on it!)
Lars, Holland, Driver, Ryland, Court. 😵💫 <3
Lars: Lars knelt between your spread thighs on the soft bed, his blue eyes locked on your glistening pussy with desperate worship, hands gently parting your folds. "You're my everything, my girl—let me t..taste.." he murmured, leaning in to flatten his tongue against your slit, licking slow from bottom to top before circling your clit with firm laps.
He sucked you into his mouth, humming vibrations through you as two fingers slid inside, curling to stroke your inner walls while his lips smacked wetly, his pace quickened, tongue thrusting deep into you, fucking you with it as saliva dripped down your ass. "Mmh! pussy's per—perfect.." Lars whimpered, free hand gripping your hip to hold you steady while he alternated between rapid flicks on your clit and deep sucks, drawing out your moans until your thighs quivered around his head.
Holland: Has sprawled you across a motel bed, shoving your skirt up and diving between your legs with sloppy enthusiasm, mustache tickling your inner thighs. "Jesus, doll, this pussy's a dream—jus' wanna drown in you." he chuckled huskily, tongue darting out to trace your slit before plunging inside, swirling wildly as he slurped your wetness. His fingers joined, two thick ones scissoring you open while he nibbled your clit, popping it between his lips for hungry sucks.
He ramped up, face grinding into your core, tongue flicking furiously over your clit as drool soaked the sheets. Holland panted, adding a third finger to stretch you, curling them hard while his mouth vacuumed your clit, pushing you over the edge with messy, fervent laps through your climax.
Driver: pressed you onto the leather passenger seat, silent intensity in his eyes as he hooked your legs over his shoulders while planted on his knees infront of you, breath hot on your bare pussy. No words at first—heavy eye contact and desperate breaths, just his tongue sliding flat along your folds, tasting you deeply before sucking your clit with precise, rhythmic pulls.
"So wet for me... perfect," he whispered finally, fingers gripping your thighs as two digits thrust in, stroking firmly while his lips sealed around your pearl, humming low. His assault grew fiercer, tongue drilling your entrance, lapping your walls as precum-slick chin pressed against you. His free hand pinning your hip while he alternated rapid clit sucks and deep finger fucks.
Ryland: Grace laid you back on the spaceship bunk, nerdy excitement lighting his face as he spread your thighs wide, staring at your dripping pussy like a discovery. He breathed hard and then dove—tongue diving in to lap broad strokes over your slit, then zeroing on your clit with eager circles. One sly finger probed inside, curling experimentally to hit your sweet spots while moaning into your flesh.
vibrating on your clit with fervent sucks and flicks, fingers pistoning until your orgasm rocked you.
Court: dropping to his knees and yanking your pants down, his intense gaze devouring your bare frame. "Fuck, you're mine to protect and pleasure—gonna eat this cunt like it's my last meal," he rasped, burying his face in, tongue spearing straight into your hole to scoop out your arousal. He growled low, sucking hard between your folds before latching onto your clit, teeth grazing as three fingers plunged deep, twisting and pumping with lethal precision.
He devoured you relentlessly, chin slick with your juices, stubble burning your thighs as his tongue lashed your swollen cunt, free hand squeezing your ass to pull you tighter against his ravaging mouth, fingers hammering your g-spot.
∘₊✧ Summary: Henry has been working on something special for you, and tonight he adds the finishing touches.
∘₊✧ Notes: I've been seeing a lot of interest in Henry recently and despite the fact I've only written a couple of fics for him, he is one of my absolute favorite Geese, so it really was high time I wrote for him again! Title from Utopia by Goldfrapp from my Henry playlist
∘₊✧ Content: nsfw, masturbation, mentioned semi-public masturbation, imagined gn!reader, smoking, using cum as an art medium, Henry being disgusting and perverted [sickos at the window chanting YES haha YES]
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This isn’t the first time Henry’s jerked off with you on his mind. It’s usually in the dead of night when he can’t sleep for the thought of you, or after he’s rushed home because you glanced at him just a second too long. And if you speak to him? He can’t get home. Catch him in a bathroom stall biting down on his knuckles to keep quiet as he desperately fucks into his fist.
But tonight?
He’s been working on his painting of you for a few weeks. Perfecting it, tweaking it, ensuring this piece of artwork is as perfect as you. Which is difficult to achieve since he usually thinks his paintings are bad; they never turn out quite how he wants them to, there’s always room for improvement, and he’s his own worst critic.
But he thinks it’s good enough now to present it to you. It’s not just the painting he wants you to have, though, it’s a piece of him.
He thinks about Tristan Reveur.
Henry’s been highlighting and making notes in the margin of his most recent Reveur book that he spent a little too much money on, but it was worth it. He feels like he’s in Reveur’s mind as he slips his hand inside his pants and strokes his length slowly. The sensation is part of the art and the end product will be all the better for it.
He thinks about you, staring at your painting as he palms his length, imagining how you’d look touching yourself. That would be artwork in its own right. Maybe he should paint that next, your face as you succumb to pleasure…
His cock twitches and he wraps his fingers around it, pumping a little faster, his breath heavy and cheeks flushed. If only you could see him right now, see what you do to him. God he hopes you’ll let him show you.
He takes a puff of the cigarette in his other hand and a thick pearl of precum pumps from his tip and he groans, the fingers of his free hand delving into the fabric of the sofa as he jerks himself faster.
His head drops forward, the sensations all too overwhelming now. His finish is approaching and it needs to be just right.
He stubs out the cigarette, lifts his gaze to keep it on your painted face, imagining your hand between your thighs, the way you’d moan his name, the way it would contort your features if you were cumming for him right now-
His release comes sooner than he’d hoped it would, but it’s with just the right friction, just the right speed and pressure, just the right image of you playing in his mind. So he doesn’t fight it, doesn’t wait for a do-over. This is how it was meant to be.
He shudders through his orgasm, ragged breaths laced with strangled little moans as he tries to ensure he’s collecting what he can in his palm.
Before he has a chance to recover, he approaches the canvas leant up against the wall before him, while his softening dick twitches with aftershocks and his breathing slows.
With shaky hands, he tips his release onto a paint-stained but empty pallette, and with fucked out, tired eyes, tries to focus on the brush strokes as he paints his release over your lips, your cheekbones, your sparkling eyes…
When he’s done, he flops down onto his mattress, falling into the most comfortable sleep he’s had in a long time and feeling so close to you.
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"oh, fuck honey, that pretty mouth is taking me so well-" jack groans, big hand splayed on top of your head, guiding your movements as you bob your head up and down on his cock.
you whine, gasping for air, leaving sloppy kisses up his shaft while you catch your breath. suddenly, you remember something you saw the other day, a joke somebody commented under a celebrity's post.
"mmf- daddy, wanna try something" you mumble, still mouthing at his tip. before jack can get a word in, you hop off your knees and pad over to your purse hanging beside the door, rummaging through it like you didn't just leave your boyfriend on the edge of an orgasm.
not that he's complaining, he's loving the view of your cute ass facing him, even reaching down to relieve himself with a couple long strokes.
he stops though, out of curiosity, as you make your way back to him.
"whatcha got there, sweetheart?"
"you'll see!" you hum sweetly, lowering back down on your knees.
jack watches you unscrew the lid of your favorite lipgloss, the pink shimmery one that smells like cupcakes. you take his cock in your other hand, ignoring the way jack hisses from the contact, and start to squeeze the contents of the tube onto the head.
"honey- w-what the fuck..?" jack grabs ahold of your wrist, brow raised, and his fist clenching the sheets under him.
you don't answer him, looking up at him through your false lashes, as you bring his cock up to your lips.
jack watches with a mix of confusion and arousal as you apply your pretty lipgloss, rubbing him all over your already-wet lips. he's fighting so hard not to cum, the sight of his babygirl dolling herself up using... him making it hard not to.
"'s it look pretty daddy?" you moan, almost pornographically, smearing the gooey liquid all over, even smacking his tip against your bottom lip.
"of course honey- you look fucking gorgeous, pretty girl. should do this every time before you go out, yeah?" he starts to thrust up between your lips softly- "wonder what it'll look like if i fuck your little throat, hm? gonna make him all pretty?"
before you can answer, he's shoving your face down, so far that your nose is smooshed under the chub of his tummy.
you're choking and gagging, but staying put like a good girl, just how he likes, while he empties his load so far down your throat.
"shit- take it all honey- take all of daddy's load-" jack rambles, eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure.
when the spurts of his hot cum finally slow to a stop, he pulls your head back by your hair, forcing you to look at the little ring of pink gloss around the bottom of his cock.
"aww, look at that, sweet girl. you're matching." ♡
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