#lars lindstrom smut

[ken-dom]

Prioritise Pleasure

Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

1.6k words

Summary: You help an embarrassed Lars learn to enjoy pleasure and embrace his desires (or, you want to make him cum but he’s nervous about it)

Author’s notes: this little fic was inspired by an idea from @ken-f-cker, encouraged by @hollandstrophyhusband, supported by @heresthestorymorningglory and exists because I just can’t leave this poor man alone. On that note, if anyone wants a part 2 of this with afab!reader, let me know! The title is taken from the album name of one of my Lars songs 🫶

Warnings/content: nsfw, hand job, subby Lars, dubious consent (relating to his orgasm), crying, praise

Lars felt so soft and warm beneath you, your leg hooked comfortably over his knee and your head resting on his slowly rising and falling chest where you listened to the steady rhythm of his contented heart. Your fingers toyed with the hem of his sweater and now and again you heard his heart jump when your skin met his under all those layers he wore.

His arm was wrapped firmly around your shoulders, strong and secure. Lars was stronger than even he knew, and butterflies soared in your stomach every time he displayed it, even in a subtle way like this. He made you feel safe.

You could have stayed like that forever, but everything must come to an end eventually, and the ending here was unexpected but actually very welcome.

Lars kissed the top of your head after you’d made him laugh with a silly joke. The warmth of his lips pressed to your hair was momentary, and he hadn’t even really realised he’d done it, but something in the air immediately shifted at that small affection and before you had a chance to really even process it, you found yourself sliding up his chest to meet his soft lips with your own.

He gasped when you pulled back for breath, diving forward, his head hovering above the pillow to smash his lips back onto yours with a fervour you’d only ever seen in him when he’d taken his temper out on the unsuspecting logs outside.

Lips sealed to yours, he hungrily sucked your tongue into his mouth, fingertips driving into your arms to keep you still above him while he eagerly explored your mouth.

Even with him laid beneath you, the force of his kiss was dizzying. You braced yourself with a steady palm against his chest, hiking your knee up further to steady yourself.

You felt Lars shudder, and with a whine so quiet you almost missed it, the kiss came to a jarring (and disappointing) halt.

You pushed yourself up further to see what was the matter, and as you manoeuvred, your thigh slipped down a little, and you felt it. The unavoidable, solid length between Lars’s thighs, pressed against your leg.

You stared down at him in awe, his eyes squeezed shut, kiss-swollen lips parted to let out shaky, uneven breaths, cheeks glowing red… and you wanted nothing more than to kiss him again. And to make him moan this time.

You pushed your thigh higher between his legs, pressing perfectly against his clothed cock, and, writhing against you, he whimpered with each trembling breath, the sound a simultaneous beg for more while chastising himself for wanting it.

‘Lars?’ you cooed softly, gently placing your palm to his burning cheek, which seemed to calm him somewhat.

He stopped bucking up against you and his face scrunched up with frustration and embarrassment, but he nodded and let out another nervous little whine of acknowledgement.

‘Hey, it’s ok… see?’

You slid the hand caressing his face down over his sweater, feeling his breath catch, and lower until you were cupping the bulge in his trousers.

Lars let out a stream of quick breaths, rendered unable to move. Had he ruined everything with his untimely bout of arousal? And why did it feel so good?

‘Lars, I’m ok with this… are you?’

He only blinked rapidly in response, so lost in a haze of pleasure and panic that he barely heard your words while he tried to process all the new feelings swirling around inside him.

With one swift stroke of your palm to bring him back to you, you tried again; ‘Lars, do you want this?’

He nodded sharply. ‘Mmhmm-’

He couldn’t manage to formulate words right now, not with your hand on his twitching, leaking cock. But you understood.

You rolled your wrist again, rubbing a steady, continuous rhythm over his length through the thick fabric of his trousers, your movements slow and careful, and his back arched off the bed with a low groan.

‘Easy, baby,’ you soothed, slowing a little to get him used to the feeling before your skin met his. He looked like he might cum any second and as hot as that might be, you wanted to give him something to remember.

‘I’m gonna get these trousers unfastened, alright?’

Another quick nod from Lars, and another hum.

You made mindful work of freeing his straining cock from the confines of his trousers, opening them up just enough to slip your hand inside his underwear, not wanting to overwhelm him with nudity on top of everything else. There would be plenty of time for that later.

He smiled when you settled beside him, but as your warm fingers slipped past the elastic of his underwear and wrapped loosely around his cock, he cried out a high pitched, ‘Ahh!’ and began rutting his hips up to meet the gentle massaging of your fist.

‘Does that feel good?’ you whispered, watching his face contort in bliss.

‘Y-yes,’ he managed, ‘f-feels… so… ohhh- mmmh-’

‘You’re doing so well for me,’ you praised, swiping your thumb over his already oozing tip to collect a satisfyingly thick pearl of precum and smear it down his length.

‘N-never- I’ve never- oh!-’

His head flew back into the pillow, fists grabbing desperately at the duvet beneath him.

He’s trying not to cum, you thought with a smirk.

‘I- I’ve never- ohhh-’ he tried again, struggling against the crashing waves of pleasure overpowering his ability to think clearly enough to finish a sentence.

‘It’s alright,’ you soothed, ‘I know. I’ve got you.’

You watched Lars closely as you worked your hand carefully, memorising every flicker of pleasure over his soft features, every needy little sound that escaped his parted lips, every desperate little thrust of his hips. His hair had fallen over his forehead in loose, messy strands, and his eyes had turned delightfully dark in the shadow of it.

You could feel him tensing, each muscle in his body rapidly switching from relaxed to taut to relaxed again; his release was close. You pumped faster, almost frantically, to get him there, and his hand flew to your wrist.

‘Mmh… I’m- ohh! Oh, no, please, I’m gonna… s-stop… stop, please, before I-’

‘Cum for me, Lars,’ you encouraged, making him shudder as you slowed again to the gentle pace that seemed to drive him crazy.

He was so deliciously sensitive, responding just how you’d hoped to the sensual rhythm of long, slow strokes.

A strangled cry tore from his throat as he rolled his hips in time with your ministrations. ‘No, n-no, I can’t, I-’

‘It’s alright, you’re safe, I’ve got you,’ you reminded him. ‘Cum.’

‘N-no- I- I shouldn’t, I- stop! Oh!- ah!- ohh-ughhhh-nnmmmh!’

The strong fingers wrapped around your wrist squeezed tighter, burning your skin in their searing grip, but you managed to keep up the rhythm of your fist until he couldn’t fight his climax any longer and you finally brought him off, pumping just a little harder as his orgasm ripped through his body.

Lars’s hands flew to his face, covering his pleasure-pained expression as he thrashed against the bed, spilling and spilling his release up out of his underwear, staining the hem of his sweater and coating your hand.

His chest heaved with loud, ragged breaths as he came down from his high, trembling as his cock softened and twitched with aftershocks.

‘I’m sorry,’ he whined under his breath the moment you pulled your hand out of his underwear, ‘I’m so sorry!’

You gently guided his hands down from his tear-stained face and wiped his eyes with tender fingertips.

You saw his lip tremble, so you leant in to press your own lips to his again.

‘Lars,’ you breathed as you pulled away, ‘you did so good for me, baby.’

His eyes, big and round and wet, stared into yours semi-hopefully. ‘I… I did?’

‘You did. And I think you needed that, didn’t you?’

His cheeks flushed somehow redder, and he averted his gaze, nodding. ‘I’ve never… never been… touched like that before. I was worried you wouldn’t want me to… y’know, so I felt kind of nervous letting go. I'm sorry about the mess.’

‘Are you kidding? I wanted to make you cum the moment I laid eyes on you.’

Lars squeezed his eyes shut, unable to believe what you were saying and mildly embarrassed by your bluntness. You really thought of him that way the whole time?

‘Listen to me. You never, ever, need to apologise for enjoying pleasure, alright?’

His eyebrows raised as he gazed across at you, awe-filled eyes still glossy. ‘Really?’

‘Really.’

He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth before he spoke again. ‘So, uhm…’ he cleared his throat, ‘if I wanted to make you feel like that…?’

‘You can. And you will. When you’re ready.’

Lars nodded, brow furrowing as he fell into deep thought.

‘It’s alright. When the time comes, I’ll guide you, ok?’

Lars’s concern softened into a smile. The Lars you were used to.

‘Ok,’ he agreed.

You propped yourself up on an elbow to assess the gorgeous mess he’d made, core clenching at the dishevelled state of him, laid out with his legs spread, trousers unfastened, underwear damp with his seed, sweater stained, hair mussed, face hot. You needed to remember him in this moment. He was beautiful.

‘Now, how about a bath?’

‘W-will you join me?’ Lars muttered, feeling bold but still unsure, fighting the sleepiness that had begun to pull at his eyes with all the strength he had.

The grin that spread across your face was answer enough, but you nodded anyway, and he briefly buried his face into your chest, giggling sweetly, unable to believe his luck.

#not s f w 💀 #lars lindstrom #lars lindstrom x reader #lars lindstrom smut #lars lindstrom x you #lars lindstrom x y/n #lars and the real girl #lars lindstrom fic #lars and the real girl fic #ryan gosling smut #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling x y/n #ken dom writes

[ryanandtherealgirl]

Good Boy (NSFW 18+)

Lars Lindstrom x reader

Pairing: Subby!Lars x fem!reader

Summary: just a smutty blurb about dry-humping Lars with no plot whoops.

CW: NSFW, Fluffy smut, shy and hesitant Lars, nervous Lars, y'know how he is. dry humping, cumming quickly.

Notes: NSFW!! 18+ ONLY!! Sorry it's short, Sorry the punctuation isn't consistent. if people like it/want more I could do a part 2? Just let me know. My inbox is open!

additional notes: I was very inspired by @ken-dom's work. She writes Lars so beautifully. He is my favorite goose character and I'm so thankful to her for writing so much amazing content about him. <3

You were perched on Lars’ lap. Straddling him with your legs on either side of his thighs as he sat on his bed in his small garage. You had his face in your hands as you kissed him feverishly. He was kissing you back, straightening his spine to push his lips into yours further. He let out a little moan as you started pushing your tongue into his mouth. His hands were gripping your hips so tight, holding you in place on his lap. 

The kiss was sloppy and wet and you were loving every second of it so much you couldn’t help but moan wantonly into his mouth and roll your hips against his lap. 

He sucked in a breath at your movement and your hands fell from his face as he pulled away slightly to look down and away from you, he squeezed his eyes shut and held in a breath. 

“Lars?” You asked concerned “are you okay? Did I hurt you? We can stop if you want.” You offered quickly. 

Afraid that you had pushed him too far and embarrassed that you were so aroused that you lost control of yourself, you made a move to crawl off of his lap but his strong hands flexed to hold you firmly in place. 

“No.” he let out the breath he was holding. “I’m not hurt- you didn’t hurt me.” he said still looking away from you. 

“Then what is it, sweetheart?” You asked. You slipped your hand under his chin gently to get him to look at you. 

His sparkling blue eyes met yours as his eyebrows knitted together. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. 

“I just- I” He paused to take another deep breath. “When you did that,” his eyes looked down to where you were joined at the hips, a blush was visible on his cheeks “I felt like I might..” He trailed off. Looking away ashamed. The blush on his cheeks was really prominent now. 

“Ohhh” the realization dawned on you and you felt your heart skip a beat. You felt so relieved that it was because of pleasure that he pulled away and not pain. Confidence swelled in your chest. “You thought you might cum?” You pressed boldly, smiling at him with unabashed lust. 

Lars made a surprised noise at the last word you spoke and dropped his head down to your chest, where he hid his face in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe you could talk to him in such a dirty way with such confidence. It made his dick throb under you. 

“You can be honest with me, baby.” you cooed, your hands coming up to run your fingers through the messy, dark blonde hair on the back of his head. Holding his face to your chest gently. “You can tell me it felt so good it almost made you cum in your pants.” 

Lars shuddered from your words.

“I can’t say that!” he whined, his voice muffled by the fuzzy sweater you were wearing. 

“Yes you can.” you soothed, the pads of your fingers massaging his scalp. “It would turn me on so much to hear you say that.” You assured him. 

His head sprung up from your chest and his eyes met yours once again, this time his pupils were blown out so big the darkness was swallowing up the beautiful blue of his eyes.

“It would?” Was all he asked. His eyes searched your face for the truth, not believing that his words could have that effect on you. 

“It really, really would” You breathed as you rolled your hips into his again, feeling his hard cock straining against his pants under your clothed core. 

He let out a little whimper and his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips above the waistband of your skirt. Lars was so flustered, his heart was beating so fast but he was determined to please you, so he mustered up all his courage and spoke: 

“You feel so good.” He whined. It was all he could get out. It was enough for you because you rolled your hips into his again and he crashed his lips into yours. This kiss was different. It was even more desperate and this time he was the one who pushed his tongue past your open lips as you moaned. You had started rocking your hips over his again and again. His hardened cock was hitting your bundle of nerves so deliciously despite the layers of clothing separating you two. 

He wrapped his strong arms completely around your torso pulling you impossibly closer to him as you rocked on top of him. 

He was letting out whimpers, gasps, and moans in between kisses as you set a steady pace. He almost let himself get nervous at how embarrassingly quickly his release was building up but before he could worry you would roll your hips over his cock again and his mind would go blank with white-hot pleasure. 

“Does it feel good, Lars?” You moaned needing to hear him, needing him to be vocal for you. 

“Yes” he squeaked out “yes it feels too good, it’s too- it’s too much, Angel, I’m gonna cum” he was now sloppily jerking his hips up into yours, meeting some of your movements halfway as he couldn’t really keep track of your pacing, too concerned with chasing his own pleasure. 

“Good boy.” You praised. “Cum for me, cum all in your pants just from dry humping me” You whined. 

That was it for him, the combination of you calling him a ‘Good boy’ and the way your voice was whining when you spoke to him, breaking with your own intense arousal, had him twitching and shooting his hot cum into his boxers under his pants. He buried his face into your chest as he gripped your body so tightly, holding onto you for dear life as he bucked his hips into yours weakly riding out the after effects of his intense orgasm. He was shuddering against you as his thigh muscles spasmed underneath you. 

“Such a gooood boy for me” You soothed as you smoothed the hair on his head and kissed the top of it. 

He breathed out a whimper in response. 

It took him a second to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. 

“I-I’m a good boy?” He breathed, still clutching you. “But I didn’t even..” he pulled back to meet your eyes.

You shushed him, knowing exactly what he was going to say.  “No it wasn’t about me, it was about you and you came for me, just like I asked. You did so good.” You praised, carding your fingers through his hair lovingly. Lars couldn’t help but smile at your praise and your affectionate touch. 

“I want to do better, I want to-“ he stopped, so embarrassed by his next words “I want to make you cum” he said with his eyes shut tightly, feeling more confident saying it if he didn’t have to look into your eyes. 

Your heart soared at his sentiment, you knew it must have taken a lot of his courage to use that phrasing, saying explicit things like that was outside of his comfort zone. 

You beamed at him, even though his eyes were still closed and you leaned in to plant a small kiss on the tip of his nose. His eyes opened at that and his blue gaze met yours. 

“I want that too, Lars” you breathed. 

He smiled at this. 

“Whenever you’re ready, it doesn’t have to be today or even soon-“ You started to assure him. 

“Now?” He asked 

“Now?” You repeated, dumbfounded. Not entirely sure you heard him correctly. 

“I…I’d like to try now.” he said, a determination in his eyes you’d never seen before. 

You were speechless, and all you could do was smile back at him and nod. 

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[danime25]

Silent Night

ao3 //normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

*Summary: Lars and his real girl go to a Christmas party hosted by one of his coworkers

*Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

*Content/Tags: Semi-public blowjob, female dom aspects, orgasm control, holiday party

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

“Welcome!” His coworker greeted the couple standing in the entryway, “Oh this must be the girl you’ve been talking about at work! Lars has said so much about you.”

“Only good things, I hope.” She giggled, hiding her smile behind the back of her hand. Lars looked at his girlfriend with a smile and nodded

“Well come on in.” Their host motioned for them to come in. They walk into the entryway and Lars takes their coats, throwing them into the convenient pile next to the door. She pressed a hand against his back firmly. While the host and her husband walked back into the living room she whispered into Lars ear,

“You remember our rules Lars?”

“Yes.” He shivered

“Good. Let me hear them.”

“I’m yours. I only listen to you.”

“Yes.” She bit the bottom of her lip as he said it in neediest borderline whiny voice

“I can’t react.”

“Yes.”

“I’m subservient to you.”

“Such a good boy.” Her hand works its way underneath his hair and over his ear. She pulled a tiny remote from out of her purse and discreetly pressed the power button. Lars crossed his feet as the toy inside of him slowly pulsed away. It was too slow to really get him worked up, but he knew it’d be uncomfortable for him when she flipped it any higher. “Let’s go have some fun now, okay?”

“Yes dear,” He replied, pressing his lips onto her forehead. With a gentle graze of her hand across his cheek, he wrapped his arm around her back and began to introduce her around the party.

“I’m going to get us a drink, okay?” She broke away from him and flicked the vibrator up two levels. She looked over her shoulder carefully and saw the way that Lars squirmed as he tried to finish his thought. She grinned as she heard his voice catch in the back of his throat, and poured herself a cup of the communal punch. She came back and handed a beer off to Lars who thanked her quietly. She leaned up against Lars, making him shift again to open his stance up a little bit more. His arm hooked back around her and his fingers dug into her side as she “accidentally” turned the vibrator up one more setting. “Did you want some food, love?”

“I’m fine.” His teeth were gritted as he tried to say those words. “You get something if you need to.”

“Okay.” She smiled and kissed his cheek, “I’ll go in a moment.”

“Okay.” He went to sit down at the side of the room. Just somewhere he could get away with letting his eyes roll to the back of his head and suppress a moan. She stood over him and feigned concern for his condition. He crossed his legs and took a sip from the can. He looked at the can and jittered a bit.

“You’re not doing a very good job.” She whispered, “You want to cum when we get home, don’t you?”

“Yes.” He bit down on his lip

“Then act like it.”

“Okay.” He stood back up and she turned it up again for him. He desperately resisted the urge to rut against the wall. She saw the sweat starting to collect at his hairline and smiled as she kissed him. His lips quivered ever so lightly as she broke the contact. He needed more of her. She still had at least two more levels to go up on the vibrator before she got tired of toying with Lars, but Lars couldn’t focus on anything but his need to have her hands roaming all over his body. Her touch. Her breath swept along his skin. He whimpered and felt himself start to leak into his boxers. His eyes went wide and tried to think of something chaste to make sure he didn’t displease her.

“Oh honey.” She rubbed his back, “You normally last so much longer, but I guess you couldn’t help yourself.”

“I couldn’t…” He whined

“Let’s get back to the car.” She moaned into his ear and he practically ran to grab their coats. She made the rounds across the party to apologize, and said Lars just wasn’t feeling too well. He wrapped her coat around her shoulders and they said a quick ‘bye’ to the host. He walked down the steps leading to the driveway and she turned it up one more level as he made a dash to the car. He unlocked the door to the back and she slid in next to him. Her hand rested in the center of his lap as she leaned in to give his cheek a quick peck. She playfully palmed his bulge in the jeans just to see how close he was to cumming. He let out a grunt and bucked up into her hand. She smiled and slowly unzipped his fly, letting his cock pop out of his pants. She lowered herself so her mouth could wrap around his dick. The warmth of her mouth made him pull on her hair as her head bobbed up and down and back again. He leaned back against the seat more and bucked his hips up carefully. She used her hands to keep his body down, and looked up at him. From the way his moans kept getting broken by needy breaths, she knew he was close. She kept at her current tempo until Lars threw his head back and moaned as he felt a bead of cum drip from his dick and onto her tongue. She swallowed every last drop until Lars was soft again. She pulled away, laid her head on his shoulder and rested a hand over Lars’ belly. He carefully zipped himself back up before wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“Love you Lars.” She smiled

“Love you too.” He kissed her head and fixed her hair, turning it into a beautiful waterfall across his sweater. He kissed her head once more before letting his eyes flutter shut. She’d probably have to drive the two of them home, but he felt safe with her.

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[depressed-and-distressed-nerd]

Masterlist

(Smut/ 18+ Content/ No Minors)

Bucky Barnes

Bedroom Mentor

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/186950103767/the-bedroom-mentor

Breaking Point

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/187749077332/breaking-point-bucky-barnes-x-reader

Cockblocked

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/176009704812/cockblocked

Color Book Adventures Ch.1

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/686533710017904640/coloring-book-adventures

Coloring Book Adventures Ch.2

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/187481395432/coloring-book-adventures-pt2

Coloring Book Adventures Ch.3

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/187481399577/coloring-book-adventures-pt3

In The Middle Of The Night

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/174611224587/in-the-middle-of-the-night-bb

Russian Bucky

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/174556018102/russian-bucky

Corey Cunningham

A Lift And Two Screws

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/715123065497993216

Birthday Wish

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/716907118559641600

Corruption

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/724665763232940032

De-Stress

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/732400936858927104/i-just-wanna-ask-if-your-requests-are-still-open

From The Call Center

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/715122961524408320

Harsher

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/716861124864245760/harsher-corey-x-reader

Heated Night

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/716878342915293185

He Definitely Eats

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/715979272947384320/dudeeeeee-corey-definitely-eats-u-out-like-a

It's Halloween. We're Gonna Have A Good Time Tonight.

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/717933085496377344

Laid Back

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/716878145759969280

Late Night Company

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/732399040740851712

Lunch Break In The Abandoned Wing

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/716907012771954688

Submissive

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/716877832801910784/im-sooo-very-interested-in-corey-fic-that-man-is

You Should Give In

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/716907156473053184

Ezra (Prospect)

I Have Been The One You Chose

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/709152684397166592

Flora and Fawning

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/709209606965051392

Joel Miller

Adjustments

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/713506944256753664

Alone and Forsaken

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/714060282018824192

Cold Nights, Red Flannel

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/712284639396544512

Dark But Just A Game

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/710641708074991616

Delicate

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/714056294883000320

Don’t Think We Could Help It

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/714010397044260864

Lookalike

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/718785086693294080

Oblivion

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/716248323715153920

Perfectly Wrong

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/713557301243543552

Playing House

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/713557406223826944

Refuge

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/713612716711034880

Settled

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/713508771990749184

Shades of Cool

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/712705099739381760

Talk Me Through It

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/712238509521616896

The Neighborhood Keeps Getting Smaller

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/711965335245488128

You Know I Don’t Mean It

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/714006324810285056

You Poor Thing

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/712240534227435520

Johnny Knoxville

Can’t Sleep

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/693347322733674496/cant-sleep

DC Action Point Smut

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/678225914637778944-with-links-to-my-three-fav

Don’t Be A Tease

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/693083339242012672

Friday Nights

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/692700226372370432

Hands

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/705318381432324096/reader-having-a-thing-for-knoxville-hands-and-he

Homecoming

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/689137880257462272/homecoming

Impatient

https://stratossphere.tumblr.com/post/695900607514574848/impatient-jk

Mine

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/693114819906306048

New House

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/696293588524548096/would-you-do-a-johnny-knoxville-x-reader-smut

Regret Is Bitter

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/688235007701123072/daisydeacks-regret-is-bitter-johnny

Silver Foxville

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/705448273318756352/i-had-a-decent-story-ideai-think-lol-what-do

Smells Like Honey/ Tight Ass/ Not Him

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/679712339956760576/this-is-just-a-post

Smooth As Tennessee Whiskey

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/686145566531518464/smooth-as-tennessee-whiskey-johnny-knoxville-x

So Good, Sweetheart

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/692700078493876224/heyyy-i-love-your-writing-and-am-a-sucker-for

Stay and Watch/ First Times A Charm/ Waiting For You

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/692699872463323136

Sunday Morning

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/688159181931528192/daisydeacks-sunday-morning-johnny-knoxville-x

Teeth, Tongue, And Tattoos

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682662986662510592/teeth-tongue-and-tattoos

The Bonfire

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/695488713463136256

Ken

Better Than Ice Cream

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/729375819053645824

Better Than Ice Cream Ch.2

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/729377650749128704

Boy Toy Ch.1

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725086381476659200

Boy Toy Ch.2

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725092855071260672

Boy Toy Ch.3

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725093895643561984

Boy Toy Ch.4

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725574889250160640

He’s Just Ken

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725369470466523136

Ken’s First Orgasm 

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/727413520967319552

Ken’s First Time

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725505017748013056

Mornings In The Dream House

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/724794047880921088

Taste Of You Ch.1

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725319620640243712

Taste Of You Ch.2

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725321558819815424

Taste Of You Ch.2.5

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725492183517560832

Taste Of You Ch.3

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725571584692240384

Taste Of You Ch.3.5

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/726160865025540096

Taste Of You Ch.4

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/726162682683752448

Taste Of You Ch.4.5

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/726465894120931328

Taste Of You Ch.5

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/726786943249203201

Taste of You Ch.5.5

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/727237281039155200

Taste of You Ch.6

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/727413923035447296

Taste of You Ch.6.5

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/728721563567964160

Taste of You Ch.7

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/728721617696522240

Teaching An Old Ken New Tricks

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725496346981941248/teaching-an-old-ken-new-tricks

Teaching Moments

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/732845819176353792

Those Eyes

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/724793363096813568/can-i-request-sub-ken-with-w-praise-kink-please

Lars

Possession

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/731930113204191232

Prioritise Pleasure

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/732397807078637568

Thank You

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/729490490626654208

Mando (Din Djarin)

Body Heat

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/638918749934731264/body-heat

Calm Your Mind

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/637281766039814144/din-djarin-x-femreader-summary-your-bond-with

Cutting It Close

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/693394353942675456/mando-x-femreader-word-count-114k-warnings

Enkindle

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/704496022830874624

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Beskar

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/638639735345217536/heavy-is-the-head-that-wears-the-beskar-mando-x

Hold Me Down

https://starlightmornings.tumblr.com/post/698029869347504128/hold-me-down-dinfreader

Hours

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/663414164563296256/sweaty-hands-reluctant-hearts

If I Could Reach For The Stars, I’d Give Them All To You

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/637279008205225984/if-i-could-reach-for-the-stars-id-give-them-all

Never Been Better

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/637278994455248896/never-been-better

Of Brown Eyes And Desert Skies

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/728052388236328960

Petal-Soft Reserve

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/695014003819347968/yay-i-send-a-challenge-smuttiness-with-a

Rough Day Series

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682661884689858560/show-chapter-archive

Soaked

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/695141662818779137

Sweaty Hands, Reluctant Hearts

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/663414164563296256/sweaty-hands-reluctant-hearts

The Face Beneath The Beskar

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/638639296030572544/the-face-beneath-the-beskar-mando-x-freader

Poe Dameron

A Sincere Apology

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683181979617935360/a-sincere-apology

Directions

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/702807831686053888/directions

General Dameron

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/708477976270061568

Hate to Love You

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/696989115498053632/hate-to-love-you-%CB%A3-pairing-poe-dameron-x

Insufferable

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/708477999116353536/can-i-get-poe-dameron-dry-humping-voice-kink-and

It’s Always Belonged To You

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/684032830688346112/youre-upset-one-night-and-you-dont-know-where

Nine

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683123584625000448/warnings-looks-you-dead-in-the-eyes-bitch-if

Strike Three

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683165166233419776

Ten, Eleven, Twelve

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/687054254956068864/i-have-a-feeling-poe-loves-having-his-ear-lobes

The Bet

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/684666843885109248/show-chapter-archive

The Hating Game

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683117032442609664/the-hating-game-poe-dameron-x-reader-everyone

Roy Kent

Take Care Series

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/725574237760471040/take-care-masterpost

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector

Both Moon Boys

For Science Ch.1

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/710654771636338688

For Science Ch.2

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/710729238970580992

For Science Ch.3

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/712141654257238016

For Science Ch.4

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/715005304378671104

Praises

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/701272767222431744/ello-saw-your-post-and-i-wanna-request-a-moon

Sweet As Honey(Moon)

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/695433790483496960/sweet-as-honeymoon

Steven Centric

A Long Night

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/706350448628613120/a-long-night-moon-knight

Acting Weird

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/680523803881799681/acting-weird-steven-grantmarc-spector-x-reader

All I Desire 

https://howaboutcastiel.tumblr.com/post/685884824248107008/all-i-desire-steven-grant-x-reader

Caught In The Act

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/692709858621915136

Cheer Me Up Before You Go Go

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/680759389860315136

Chocolate

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/680852196410146816

Days In Between

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683807059341426688/days-in-between

Desirous

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/681386783815204864/omg-itd-be-so-hot-teaching-steven-grant-how-you

Favorite Toy

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/695839516210167808/favourite-toy-steven-grant-x-femreader

First Time’s A Charm

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682663504448258048

Genesis

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/695655619867328512/knights-power-genesis-rating-explicit-mdni

Mind If I Stay

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/680673091388637184

Monday Mornings

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/695839401239085056

Only For You

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/708117048045289472

Peppermint Kisses

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/703937806885683200

Post-Mission

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682393024823803904

Punishment

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683804907758845952/the-massive-hole-episode-five-left-me-has-me

Seize The Day

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/680519796055572480

Sensitive

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683849923913039872

That’s How It’s Done

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682663622738132992/thats-how-its-done-pairing-steven-grant-x

The First Move

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682516384362774528/characters-steven-grant-x-female-reader-with-a

Venus, Planet of Love

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682852313493356544

Marc Centric

Beg

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/695487080198995968

Better

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682510681517572096

Control

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682663744775618560

Cookies and Cream

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/682421132085821440

Crescent

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/701848099655712768

Deserve

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/697961461035728896

Divine

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683804000412418048

Fit To Burst

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683842491741536256

Forget Us Not

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/680525104329965568/forget-us-not

Mirror’s Edge

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/683845454190034944

Need

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/714548989246259200

Scream

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/684721964772900864/hi-i-hope-youre-having-a-good-day-i-have-a

Stars Around My Scars

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/696592391170375680

Stuck

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/680520750467350528/stuck

Take Care of You

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/697510508835864576/take-care-of-you

Sierra Six

Hold Me

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/732542546685968384

Steve Rogers

A Little To Old Fashioned

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/184609879527/a-little-too-old-fashioned

Just A Kid

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/185376480707/prompt-youre-the-second-youngest-avenger-and

Not So Pure

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/185070157862/not-so-pure-steve-rogers-x-reader-smut

S.R Smut

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/185196396212/sr-smut

98-Year-Old Virgin

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/187811848312/steve-rogers-x-reader-the-98-year-old-virgin

Ted Lasso

Different Kind Of Touch

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/719555863115890688/different-kind-of-touch-ted-lasso-x-reader

Just The Two Of Us

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/719788319734726656

Lucky Charm 

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/719547704903139328

Movie Night

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/722924639591055360

Operation Seduce Ted

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/719553759160778752

Pasta Water

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/722285263320137728

Something New

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/722928527649996800/something-new-ted-lasso-x-femreader

What A Women

https://depressed-and-distressed-nerd.tumblr.com/post/719555694073937920

#bucky barnes smut #winter soilder smut #corey cunningham smut #joel miller smut #ezra prospect smut #ken smut #ken barbie smut #ryan ken smut #din djarin smut #mandalorian smut #poe dameron smut #moon knight smut #steven grant smut #marc spector smut #steven rogers smut #ted lasso smut #mike schmidt smut #lars lindstrom smut #johnny knoxville smut #sierra six smut

[ilovebladerunners]

✰; ABOUT ME AND MY ACC + MASTERLIST ⪼

My name is Adrian, I’m a new writer who goes by he/him/she/her. A few things to know about me is that I am a major Ryan Gosling fan and will mainly write about him. I’m heavily fixated on Bladerunner 2049 and Officer K, and he is currently my favorite Ryan Gosling character!

✧ ━━━━━━ ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★.･ ━━━━━━ ✧

➤; WHAT DO I MAINLY WRITE ABOUT?

— I write the usual fluff, angst, and smut topics, but not that great in smut.

— I can write all types of readers, fem/afab, male/amab, trans or non-binary, gender neutral, etc!

— I take all types of requests and will usually say when or when they are not open! You can always talk to me there and share ideas!

➤; WHAT DO I NOT WRITE ABOUT?

— I don’t not write most fetishes or kinks that include nasty things. I will occasionally write about blood or piss kinks though.

— R@pe and non-con is something I steer away from, I only write about dubcon sometimes.

— I don’t not write about actors and their lives with the reader!

— Dead dove do not eat works are a maybe.

— The stuff I don’t write about usually varies and depends on what the requests are!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・

★; MY MASTERLIST || ꨄ FLUFF | ★ SMUT | ✘ ANGST |

OFFICER K —

*______

KEN —

*______

DRIVER —

*______

HOLLAND MARCH —

* Holland March Body Worshipping (gn reader) ★

SIERRA SIX —

*______

LARS LINDSTROM —

*______

SEBASTIAN WILDER —

*______

COLT SEAVERS —

*______

HENRY LETHAM —

*______

NOAH CALHOUN —

*______

RICHARD HAYWOOD —

*______

JULIAN THOMPSON —

*______

DEAN PEREIRA —

*______

JACOB PALMER —

*______

DAN DUNNE —

*______

LUKE GLANTON —

*______

AND MORE TO COME SOON !

✧ ━━━━━━ ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★.･ ━━━━━━ ✧

#ryan gosling #ryan gosling characters #ken x reader #officer k x reader #driver x reader #holland march x reader #sierra six x reader #court gentry x reader #lars lindstrom x reader #sebastian wilder x reader #colt seavers x reader #henry letham x reader #noah calhoun x reader #richard haywood x reader #julian thompson x reader #fluff #smut #angst

[castieltrash1]

ok guys im blessing u all tonight with a ryan gosling themed sleepover ♡ normal guidelines apply! feel free to send in drabble prompts, rambles/thoughts, fmks, etc. for any ryan gosling characters!

all characters are allowed but the only ones i'll be WRITING for will be:

officer k (blade runner 2049)

driver (drive)

sebastian wilder (la la land)

noah calhoun (the notebook)

sierra six (the gray man)

jacob palmer (crazy, stupid, love)

holland march (the nice guys)

lars lindstrom (lars and the real girl) ****

...ken... maybe... (barbie)

*i won't be taking smut requests for lars due to his canonical disinterest in sex and the overwhelming fanon consensus that he is asexual! ofc, asexual ppl and those on the ace spectrum can still have/enjoy sex but i won't be writing it for him!

request | masterlist

#ryan gosling #barbie #ken #blade runner #blade runner 2049 #drive #la la land #the notebook #driver #sebastian wilder #officer k #noah calhoun

[silverlynx87]

Hiya! I started writing for Ryan Gosling characters with some wonderful encouragement and support from some friends over at the Goosecord. This is my first time writing this kind of thing, so please be gentle, but let me know if you enjoyed it! This one is for Lars Lindstrom from Lars and the Real Girl. ~Contains smut!~

#lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #lars x reader #ryan gosling

[ken-dom]

Possession

Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

2.8k words

Summary: Lars is struggles to contain the feelings he has for you when he sees you chatting to a colleague. It’s overwhelming, but instead of running, he needs you to become entirely his. Immediately.

Author’s notes: With endless encouragement from @purpletrophyhusband @silverlynx87 @webbo0 and @heresthestorymorningglory (🫶) I bring you this unusual (for him) Lars fic. If you can’t imagine Lars like this, it’s definitely not for you so please read the warnings 🩷 hopefully he’s still in character even though he’s behaving in a way we might never expect… Set post-Bianca.

Warnings/content: nsfw, dom!Lars, fingering, rough sex, biting/bruising, grabbing, restraining, mention of spanking, possessive behaviour, jealousy, cream pie, mention of his relationship with Bianca

Lars was twitchy. Maybe it was the unremarkable fact that you were sitting on his bed. Unremarkable for most maybe, but this was even giving you butterflies. You supposed it was the excitement of being closer with him than you’d ever been, and how he seemed to want to rush you home far sooner than you’d expected him to. Or that he’d taken you home at all. And if you felt like this, you couldn’t imagine what it was doing to him.

It had only been a boring work party with people he spent most days around. Nothing out of his comfort zone. It was when you finished your last job for the day and joined in the tame festivities that you noticed Lars becoming uncomfortable. As you chatted to a colleague you could sense you were being watched and turned to see his eyes burning into you, dark and brooding. Another ten minutes, and he had dragged you away to his garage so fast that you’d been quite literally swept off your feet.

So here you found yourself. In the place you’d daydreamed about kissing him endlessly, despite never having been inside. You hoped he wanted to kiss you tonight. Your heart raced at the thought, butterflies exploding in your stomach when he led you to the bed.

Beside you, Lars’s trembling fingers ran through his soft, dirty blond hair as a shaky breath pushed through his lips. That same shaky hand landed abruptly on yours then, and you jumped a little, eyes widening as his handsomely huge hand and long elegant fingers covered yours. His touch was delightfully warm and his skin felt as soft as his hair looked. You bit your lip, wanting to close the gap between you but you managed to restrain yourself. Just.

His fingers threaded through yours quite forcefully and squeezed, and you swallowed hard, finally catching on to why he was so jittery. He really did want to kiss you… or so you hoped.

Then it finally happened.

It started out sweetly enough, his lips brushing softly against yours as you held hands, cautious, heavy breaths mingling as your eyes fluttered shut and you toyed with the idea of deepening the kiss. But you weren’t sure if he’d be ready for that yet, so it was probably better to let him take this at his own pace.

As if he read your mind, Lars forced his tongue into your mouth in a way that seemed so unlike him. You had wondered if Lars had ever even kissed anyone before you (other than Bianca of course). And more than wondering, you highly doubted it; yet here he was taking the lead. And doing incredibly well at it. There had been no fumbling, no nervous laughter, no running in the opposite direction. Just his lips closing over yours and his tongue sliding roughly into your mouth for dominance. You shivered.

You were more surprised, and pleasantly so, when his free hand found its way to your knee and pushed daringly up your thigh.

‘Lars-’ you breathed, muffled by his mouth, an exclamation filled with anticipation and longing.

He pulled back, breathing heavily, eyes wild, alight with a flame you’d never seen in them before.

‘Hey, I… I want to show you something.’

You weren’t sure how the next part happened. His hands were still on you, they never left, but they weren’t touching any more, they weren’t ghosting over your clothed legs in a soft glide, or caressing your palm, they were handling. Grabbing.

Lars was stronger than he looked you realised as you found yourself pinned to the mattress beneath him. You weren’t sure he even realised his own strength. His fingers slid around your wrists to position you how he wanted, sliding up to your shoulders and pushing down, letting you know you weren’t to budge.

There were so many conflicting thoughts swirling around Lars’s head, and suddenly they had all seemed to arrive at the same point. Everything he’d ever heard about sex was at the forefront of his mind and all at once he couldn’t seem to control his appetite for you. He needed you, and more, he needed to make you his. Only his.

You could barely breathe, the questions rushing through your dazed mind too hurried and hazy to translate into anything verbal, but the imagery of him furiously chopping wood flashed through your memory and you somehow managed to link that to how you should have known he could be this commanding. This possessive. You knew now why your core had ached when you’d seen him wielding that axe with furious abandon, why you’d wanted to explore that part of him.

You might have already known somewhere deep down, if it wasn’t for the one small technicality that he simply didn’t seem the type. Far from it. You’d expected Lars to be quiet, nervous, probably to cum before you even really touched him. Not this. Not dominating and forceful and commanding. But then, you supposed, it was always the quiet ones.

Heat rushed to your core and you clenched your thighs together instinctively. Whatever it was he was planning to give you, you needed it now.

Thankfully, he didn’t make you wait, far too caught up in the moment to play games like that. He just wanted you full of him, physically and mentally.

Lars dropped lower, his kiss swollen lips brushing against your ear and his raging erection nestling against your core through the layers of clothes you still wore.

Too many clothes, you mentally cursed.

‘Are you ok with this?’ he whispered, low and seductive, his breath shaking with arousal. ‘I need to know before I- before-’

You nodded desperately, pushing your hips up to grind against him.

‘Need to hear you.’ His whispered voice cracked as pleasure sparked though him at your heat pressing up against him.

‘Yes, Lars, please-’

He practically tore the clothes from your body then, clumsy and desperate, and forced his own trousers down, freeing his cock and immediately sliding it through your slick, using his knees to nudge your legs further apart so he could see you properly.

‘You’re so wet,’ he whined, rolling his hips to drag his length through your silky folds over and over. ‘Feels so- mmh!- so good-’

Fingertips found your hips, kneading roughly into the flesh, no doubt leaving bruises. You hoped they would. So did he.

As he gripped hard, he could feel you trembling each time he rocked back, every time his cock slid against your clit just right and you shuddered, and he grunted as a thick bead of precum leaked from his tip.

He smiled for the briefest of moments then, thrilled to be the one making you feel good, lost in how good it was making him feel — and then his thoughts snapped back to the point of all this.

‘Do you ever think about me?’ he asked plainly. It was a direct question, his voice dark, but somehow laced with a weakness you couldn’t place. ‘You know, in ways you shouldn’t. Like when you feel… too hot and tingly… like this-’

You felt the absence of his needy hands then, and a careful fingertip appeared between your legs instead, tracing your entrance, collecting your juices and gently exploring through your folds before slipping in so tantalisingly slowly that you couldn’t help but push your hips down for more.

He pumped slowly, feeling for the spot inside you that he knew he needed to find to keep this up, not realising he was already brushing against it with every thrust, making you tremble all the more.

‘Do you?’ you repeated the question, gaze so intense on you that you felt you might burn up beneath it.

You nodded. ‘Yes- I- I know I shouldn’t but, oh Lars, I imagine you touching me… just like that… yes! That’s it- oh!’

‘And it’s always me?’

That dark look in his eyes again.

You nodded, whining as his finger sped up. It was a reward for your earlier answer. He didn’t mean it to be, but your words pleased him and filled him with confidence.

‘Oh… uhm… good.’ Lars’s voice was still soft and gentle despite the way he was speaking to you. There was hesitancy now too, as he realised he didn’t really know where to take his line of questioning.

He just knew there was a burning sensation in his gut that had been quenched just a little when you’d admitted your desire for him, and when you’d moaned his name. And he craved more of that feeling. He needed to chase it.

He whisked his hand away and you whined in disappointment at how empty you suddenly felt. His fingers were thick, thicker than your own. And long. You vaguely wondered, going by the size of his hands, whether he’d actually be able to fit if he was going to fuck you.

You didn’t need to wonder for long. He lined himself up at your entrance, taking a steadying but shaky breath before slamming his cock into you, stretching you open with a burn that made your walls clench and your toes curl. The heavenly pleasure-pain made you cry out, grabbing fistfuls of the hair at the nape of his neck in an attempt to stay grounded while you adjusted to his size. You’d never felt so full, or so desperate.

The noise Lars made as he entered you in that one swift, rough thrust was one of utter relief; high pitched, whiny, breathy. Like he’d needed to claim you immediately or he’d simply perish, but once he was buried to the hilt in you, he was safe.

As he blinked open his eyes and slowly moved past the overwhelming and unimaginable sensation of your warmth enveloping him, his hips automatically began to snap hard, fast and unrelenting, and you could just about make out his heavy breathing over the rapid slapping of skin against skin.

The bed began to creak with the force of his thrusts, never having been subjected to such a strain. You were lost in him, filled, as he had wanted you to be, in every way, mind and body enveloped in his touch, his weight, his scent.

Lars needed something more. A burst of confidence had bloomed in his chest and he needed to act while it was present. His hand hovered by your hip, thoughts of rolling your bodies enough to spank you tearing through his overwhelmed mind. How would it feel? How would you sound? — but he wasn’t confident enough, not this time, and his fingers closed in a tight ring around your wrist instead, pinning it to the pillow above your head while his thrusts turned somehow rougher.

‘You’re mine,’ he growled quietly, his low voice vibrating through your body and settling at your twitching, overheated core. He paused his statement only to catch a breath and whine at how frustratingly close he was already before reaffirming, louder, ‘MINE- mmh!- Say it. Say it!’

‘I-I’m yours,’ you breathed weakly, ‘I’m- ah!- I’m all yours!’

Lars groaned, low and drawn out at your words. It was like music to his ears. He was finally satisfied, he thought, but needed you to cum first. He couldn’t do all of this only to finish early and disappoint you. That would do nothing at all to prove his point.

His free hand slipped between your flush bodies, over your belly and lower, to the apex of your thighs, where he fumbled for a moment before finding that sweet spot he’d heard more than enough about from his desk neighbour at work, stroking a finger over it so slowly that the contrast with his rough thrusts was deliciously jarring and you shuddered under him, sparks of pleasure and melting into a coil tightening in your belly. You sighed at how incredible it felt, back arching as you tried to chase the sensation.

Your fingernails scraped along his back, and he hissed. A thrill at your reaction spread through Lars and he dipped forward, lips ghosting against the crook of your neck. But not to kiss you. No. He was there to bite. Hard. Sharp, clean teeth close to piercing the skin. To mark you. To praise you for being so receptive to him. For giving him what he needed. He needed to consume you now. He sucked so hard that you yelped, the pleasure-pain mingling and coursing through your body, pooling at your core once again, and Lars’s cock throbbed inside you.

‘N-no one else c-can do this to you… oouuhhgh- do you- ahh- do you understand?’

‘Yes! N-no one else!’ you cried, strangled and desperate.

The finger massaging your throbbing clit so softly was about to tip you over the edge, but then he pressed it firmly to your nub, rubbing furiously, and you couldn’t hold off a second longer.

Your walls contracted, squeezing tight around him, and his hips stuttered wildly as you cried his name. He spilled inside you as you milked him of every last drop he had to offer.

A roar ripped from his chest as his release shook his entire body, a sensation he now understood was the reason people went nuts for sex. What could compare to this after years of excruciating pain at a simple brush of flesh against his own?

For the first time in his life, he didn’t even worry about the consequences. He just needed to fill you up, the ultimate way to make you his. He felt like a man alright. He felt like a god.

As the last of his release pumped from his tip in a thick, satisfying spurt, he collapsed on top of you, weight soothing yet almost unbearable as you tried desperately to catch your breath beneath him.

‘Lars… wow…’ you wheezed, daring to slide an arm around his back, soothing the scratches you’d left.

He snapped up then, realising that his twitching, softening cock was still buried inside you, and bit his lips together, wincing as he slowly pulled out and hovered above you, eyes wide, darting over every inch of your body.

‘Are you alright? Did I hurt you? Oh, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry- are you-’

‘I’m alright, Lars, really,’ you breathed, cupping his soft cheek in your palm.

His eyes drifted closed at the tender touch; another sensation he’d discovered felt good with the right person at the right time, but he shook his head as he remembered himself.

‘No, I was too rough, I shouldn’t have… oh your neck, I’m so sorry-’ his fingers traced delicately over the purpling bruise on at the side of your throat.

‘No, Lars, that was so hot. I loved what you did,’ you gushed, pushing at him gently, encouraging him to lay beside you and relax.

He settled there, panting wildly, shaking, and suddenly very aware that his trousers were still pushed down around his knees. He scrambled almost comically to pull them up and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought that he felt 2 need to preserve a semblance of decency after what he’d just done.

When he laid back down he slipped the duvet up around your body carefully, pulling you to his chest and stroking your hair with tender fingertips.

‘You’re really ok?’

‘Lars, I promise, I'm more than ok. In fact, if you don’t do that to me again I’d be disappointed. Where did it all come from?’

‘I saw you talking to Tim and… I… I-’

‘Tim?! Lars really, he’s nothing to worry about. It’s alright, though,’ you soothed, ‘I get it.’

‘You do?’

‘As much as we all loved Bianca, I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of her. Getting to be so close to you all the time, loved by you, cared for. I would have done anything to be in her shoes back in the day.’

Lars’s eyes widened again, glossy this time, as you continued, conflicting emotions swirling in his gut and his mind.

‘Bianca was a very lucky lady. And, sorry to be crude, but she certainly taught you well…’

‘Oh! No! No, we never- no! I only ever kissed her. We didn’t even use tongues!’

You smiled, half relieved, half sad, and a touch happy for him. Had this really been his first time? ‘Well then I’m very lucky.’

You shifted up to face him properly then, extremely aware that you were naked and filled to the rim with his seed beneath his thick duvet while he was still fully dressed, but you supposed with Lars nothing was ever quite conventional.

‘Kiss me again,’ you asked simply. ‘You’re the only one I ever want to kiss, if I didn’t already make that clear, by the way. I am yours.’

Lars’s lips pulled into a warm, broad smile and his cheeks turned crimson.

‘And I, yours,’ he beamed, voice cracking with joy.

With that, his lips met yours, soft and chaste and just a touch possessive.

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[ken-dom]

Need fluffy tummy lars fic 😭

I know this says fluff but we’ve discussed it since, and it’s got some spice too, so… under the cut 😈

NSFW, gn!reader, making out, mentions of panicked and overwhelmed Lars, touch therapy, very light themes of body worship

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Lars flinched at the hand rucking up the front of his sweater, his three additional layers sliding up with it, leaving his lower belly exposed to the cool air.

He squeezed his eyes shut, worried what you’d think when you realised he didn’t have a six pack of rippling abs you could use as a washboard, but also bracing himself for the impending sensation of his trousers tightening around his waist as you unfastened the clip, and the sound of the zipper being lowered enough for you to free his length.

That’s what came next right — after a kiss like this one? Hungry and needy and desperate? When you’d been practising touch for so long and he’d practically begged you to take it up a notch?

But his trousers remained closed, too tight over his growing bulge, half relief and half disappointment settling uncomfortably in his gut, swirling with the butterflies he couldn’t control.

You moved so slowly, dragging your fingertips along his waistband, ghosting over his skin. He’d never been touched there by someone else. It felt surprisingly nice. Tingly. Warm. He waited for you to change your mind.

As you somehow deepened the kiss further, you eagerly grabbed a handful of his belly, the soft curve filling the hollow of your palm as your fingers tenderly kneaded his flesh.

He moaned, not expecting it to feel so good, but it was comforting as far as touch went, and it sent thrills shooting right to his throbbing core each time you squeezed. A strange combination, but one he felt he’d missed out on for far too long.

Was he supposed to enjoy it like that? Was it supposed to be… sexy as well as comforting? Was he supposed to enjoy that his lips felt swollen and his guts felt like they were churning? Was he supposed to want to c-

He startled as you pulled your lips away to trail hot, sloppy kisses over his stubbled jaw and down his neck, still grabbing at his stomach, and he breathed a choked out and incredulous, ‘Y-you like that?’

‘Mmhmm,’ you hummed against his throat, and he whimpered, swooning back against his pillow, thankful you’d laid down part way through the kiss or he might actually pass out.

‘Your body is incredible,’ you whispered, sliding your hand further up inside his sweater to explore his very grabbable pecs, too. ‘Strong. Soft. Safe. So sexy it’s unreal…’

‘My… body? You like my body?’ he whined, writhing under your touch now. Your arousal pressed against his thigh was doing nothing to steady him.

‘I would’ve thought it was obvious how handsome you are all round, Lars,’ you soothed, leaning down to gently press your lips to his once again.

Lars swallowed hard. Touch therapy was one thing, but boosting his confidence too? Worshipping his body? You were making him dizzy. His cheeks burned.

‘Now take this sweater off, hm?’

‘W-why?’

‘I wanna watch you chop wood with those deliciously strong arms of yours. Too many layers.’

‘Oh- uhm- oh-ok,’ he agreed, smiling, and you lifted yourself off him, stopping to leave a final, wet kiss on the happy trail of that gorgeously soft, exposed belly and a hint of a bite too; just a gentle scrape of your teeth and a light suck, feeling him shudder as your lips popped away before you stood from his bed.

‘I know you want more. One step at a time, though? Like we agreed?’

He nodded, furrowing his brow. You were right. He was so close to becoming overwhelmed and panicking, but he wasn’t sure if even wood chopping would burn off this feeling, or if he’d be able to calm his erection at all without… well…

You took his hand and led him to the door. There, you smoothed down his mussed hair and leaned in close. His breath caught in his chest.

‘When you’ve built us a fire, we can take the rest of your clothes off and try more touching if you want to, alright?’

Was it safe to chop wood when he thought he might pass out? He wasn’t sure he cared.

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[ken-dom]

Thank You

Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

Summary: Lars has wondered about sex. And he's been growing comfortable with your touch. So it was only a matter of time...

Warnings/content: nsfw, fluffy smut, reader rides Lars, loss of virginity (Lars), crying, comfort

When you sunk down onto him, his whole world came to a shuddering stop, but not in the way either of you had anticipated.

It was warm. It was soft. It was kind of wet? It didn’t cause pain… it felt tingly and sort of like he wanted to explode but in equal measures, relief.

He had no words to truly describe it, and even if he had, his mind had been taken over in a haze of pleasure he’d never felt anything like before.

‘You doing ok?’ you smiled down at him, hips still as you waited for him to adjust to these new sensations.

He had the urge to move his hips, but he was too scared. Too worried he’d get it wrong and ruin everything, or that it wouldn’t feel good.

Usually when he had that overwhelmed fear bubbling up, he would run. But he was frozen in place. That is, aside from his fingertips grasping desperately at the sheets beneath him, in an attempt to stay grounded.

‘Lars?’

He looked up into your eyes and nodded in answer to your earlier question.

‘I’m going to move now, alright? If it’s too much we can stop.’

He nodded quickly, silently pleading with you.

Watching his face carefully, you rolled your hips slowly, just once.

You were glad you were in the privacy of Lars’s garage because the noise he made was deafening as his back arched, his eyes snapped shut and his jaw dropped.

His chest heaved as you stilled above him again. His vision had blurred and he'd almost seen stars, but it gradually dissipated back to just you above him, angelic.

‘Did it feel good? It didn't hurt?’

He shook his head, a firm no. ‘Good,’ he whimpered, ‘really good.’

‘Alright, I’ll go a little faster this time… and, Lars?’

‘Mmh?’

‘You feel incredible inside me.’

He sobbed then, a hand coming up to hide his eyes while his cheeks flushed hot at your praise.

You began to rock your hips in a steady rhythm, not too fast yet, but without pause.

Something was already simmering in his gut, building like a coiled spring tightening, but he trusted you to see him through it. He dropped his arm above his head so he could see you.

He looked beautiful like that, laid out for you in just his undershirt, finally relaxing.

You moaned once and within seconds he was writhing beneath you, crying out a string of his own desperate moans and grabbing a fistful of the pillow he was laid on.

He really did feel incredible; the way he stretched and filled you as you rode him had you trembling above him. Each sound he made sent heat rushing to your core. The pleasure contorting his face caused butterflies to soar in your stomach, which tightened each time his thick length massaged that sensitive spot within you.

‘Let go, Lars,’ you whispered, and as your own climax hit, his hands found yours and he emptied himself inside you with a strangled roar, his torso lifting off the bed with the unexpected force of his release.

You wrapped your arms around him and carefully laid him back down as he tried to catch his breath.

His face was wet with tears that just kept coming, and as you climbed off him, he curled into a ball beside you, facing away.

You slid an arm over his ribs to hold him and felt him trembling.

‘Are you alright? Did it hurt when you… you know-’

He shook his head into the pillow.

You kissed his hair and nudged at his shoulder, encouraging him to face you.

He turned, settling into your embrace with his face only inches from yours. Even though you'd just shared the most intimate act he could imagine, he appreciated that you didn't wipe the tears from his face. He didn't want to acknowledge them right now. He wanted you to feel impressed with him.

‘I… I liked it,’ he breathed, mildly horrified, as though he shouldn't enjoy such a thing. He felt kind of dirty, but he’d never felt more alive. Guilty, but more relaxed than he could remember ever feeling and... kind of sleepy?

Not so long ago, he’d asked Gus if it was sex that would make him feel like a man, and whilst he valued all the other things Gus had tried to explain to him, sex had certainly made him feel different.

‘I liked it too,' you smiled, and he beamed at you from under that handsome little moustache.

‘Thank you,’ he sighed dreamily, as he fell asleep in your arms, safe and warm and sated.

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[ken-dom]

Wake Up To Me Every Morning

Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

2.5k words

Summary: Lars loves the comforting taste of your kisses. When he grows curious about the taste of other parts of you, he discovers that he has a favourite bedroom activity, and suddenly, he can’t get enough.

Author’s notes: thank you to my pals in the Goosecord for the encouragement (not that I ever need much when it comes to Lars), as well as to my husband and the wonderful @heresthestorymorningglory for beta reading and keeping my sleepiness in check! Title taken from Touch Tank by Quinnie.

Warnings/content: nsfw, oral sex (Lars giving), making out, cumming in pants, cumming untouched, fingering, consensual somnophilia, scent kink?, horny virgin Lars, a light sprinkling of delicious possessiveness

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The first time, Lars was nervous. You’d expected as much; he’d only touched you over your clothes, desperately kissing while your hands were in his hair and his groped and rubbed at you through the fabric until you came undone. He was left breathless every time, even when he came in his underwear, rutting against you.

He was growing ever more comfortable with being close to you. Your lips on his didn’t burn at all for one thing, which had been a pleasant surprise. As such, he became enamoured with your kisses, falling asleep each night replaying the memories of them in his head before dreaming about them. Every day he’d seen you, his fingers would subconsciously move up to trace his lips while he worked at his desk, head filled with thoughts of the night before.

Lars also loved the taste of you as much as the sensation of your lips soft and wet and warm against his, and the way your tongues slid together in a slow but desperate dance, moans muffled and lips swollen.

Each time you moaned into his mouth, his impatience to touch you – really touch you – increased. He’d never felt that way before, actually needing to feel someone on his skin.

All these thoughts merged into the spark of an idea one day when Lars was drowning out Kurt’s nonsense at work, distracting himself with the thought of you again. The photo of you pinned to the board behind his computer screen had been drawing his eyes away from his work so regularly he simply gave up in the end, gazing into your eyes and daydreaming of your lips.

At that moment, while Kurt tried to get his attention with the latest porn related news, Lars very easily decided that he wanted to taste you tonight. Once he’d started kissing you, he couldn’t keep his hands — or lips — off you, yet he still craved more. And tonight, he wanted a different taste on his tongue.

After a quietly romantic dinner at his little two seater table, he cleared away your dishes and returned to take your hand in his, as usual, leading you to sit on his bed where, usually, you’d make out until way past your usual bedtime, and then he’d walk you to your car, longing to ask you to stay the night but not yet having plucked up the courage.

‘How did you enjoy dinner?’ Lars asked a little skittishly as he settled beside you on the edge of his mattress.

‘Delicious,’ you smiled, leaning in to press your lips briefly to his.

When you pulled back, Lars smiled so sweetly you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You always adored how flustered he became from such a simple little act, cheeks flushed and blinking his gaze away. It was such a delicious contrast to the almost possessive, needy way he gripped you when his tongue was down your throat and his thigh was pressed firmly between your legs.

‘I… I wondered if I could try something new tonight?’

You tilted your head. What was he up to?

‘Don’t worry! We can still kiss, I just wanted to do something else for you. I- I think you’ll like it. If I do it right.’

‘Oh?’ A thrill ran through your body and settled low in your gut. Surely he didn’t mean…?

‘Could you just,.. lay back for me? Spread your legs?’

Without hesitation, you did exactly what Lars had asked, eager to see what he had in mind, already shivering at the thought of where this was going.

Lars squeezed his eyes shut tight, taking a deep breath and collecting himself with a quick shake of his head before dropping down to his knees between your parted thighs.

Your core throbbed when he licked his lips and glanced up at you. He really had no idea how effortlessly sexy he could be, hair impeccably neat except for that one chunk that stuck out as though you’d already had your hands in it, a naughty sparkle in his eyes and his lip trembling with anticipation. 

‘Alright,’ he whispered softly when he was composed, gesturing to the fastening on your jeans, ‘could I…?’

You nodded eagerly, lifting your hips to help him shimmy them down and off your legs.

He let out another long breath, tilting his head into your palm when you stroked his hair to soothe him. Another physical affection he’d grown to love with you. 

‘Are you ready?’ he breathed shakily.

‘Whenever you are, Lars, sweetheart.’

He swallowed down a high pitched, ‘Ok!’ and leaned in, hesitating for a moment with his lips bit together. He dove forward, mouthing at your centre through the thin layer of underwear.

Your body jolted, hands flying down to tangle in his hair while his strong hands slid up your thighs and to your hips, holding you in place while his tongue lapped at your core, warm and hungry.

Lars felt too hot. He was already relishing in your reactions, cock straining in his trousers and twitching each time you let out a little gasp or a moan. It wasn’t enough. His cheeks were burning so hot against your inner thighs, he thought that if he didn’t do something about it soon he might burn up entirely.

‘Nmm-t-tss-tou-’ he mumbled against you, impatient strokes of his tongue unrelenting.

‘Wha- what was that?’ you panted, pushing through the haze of bliss and pulling at his hair to try and prize his mouth off your folds long enough to understand him.

‘Need to taste you,’ he slurred, fingers moving from where they held your hips still to fumble at the elastic of your underwear instead.

You whipped them off, giggling quietly at how desperate you both felt, and Lars’s fingers seared into your hips again the second they’d dropped to the floor, but he was otherwise frozen to the spot before you, eyes fixed on your core.

‘Y-you’re so… wet,’ he choked out, eyes sparkling, ‘for- for me?’

‘Of course,’ you heaved, feeling yourself throb with need.

He reached out and dared to touch your folds with a gentle fingertip, watching carefully as you writhed, and memorising the way you moaned as he caressed your clit with a slick-coated finger.

‘It-it’s like silk,’ he muttered, mostly to himself, exploring so carefully, so tenderly, you could come undone just watching him.

‘May I taste you properly now?’

‘Yes, please.’

His hands slipped down to grip your thighs, pushing your legs a little further apart and holding them firmly in position. He licked a long stripe, painfully slowly, through your folds, tongue circling your clit with such precision you wondered how it was possible he’d never done this before.

With his hands on your thighs you were able to roll your hips a little, rocking against his tongue while one of his fingers stroked at your entrance, teasing its way inside.

And what followed was the start of Lars discovering that he had a favourite activity in the bedroom.

When you came undone on his fingers and tongue, his name tearing from your throat, Lars moaned against you in such a way that you knew he was spilling into his underwear untouched, and when he caught his breath, he came up to kiss you just as he’d promised he would.

His chin was shiny, and his neatly trimmed mustache was soaked. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand looking so satisfied your core clenched at the sight.

‘Did that feel good?’ he whispered against your lips before pressing his own against them.

You nodded, deepening the kiss, tasting yourself and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

The next night, Lars didn’t wait until you’d finished dinner. 

He dropped to his knees under the table, removing your trousers hurriedly and spreading your legs in one easy motion, not even bothering to remove your underwear this time. He simply slipped it to one side and began to lap at your folds like a starved man, his dinner left to go cold above him while your fists slammed on the table.

The night after that, you’d planned to watch a movie together. Settling on his bed with a bowl of snacks, you leaned your head against his shoulder and pulled the thick blanket over your legs. You’d done this plenty of times in the past, usually made out a little toward the end of the film, and then finished up the snacks together before heading home.

Tonight, you were barely ten minutes in before his fingers were toying with the button of your jeans under the blanket, fingers sliding through your slick, teasing you. He pulled his hand out of your underwear to suck his fingers clean, glancing at you with that mischievous glint in his eyes that nobody else would ever believe he was capable of. 

And then he was under the blanket, instructing you to try and keep track of the film while he focussed all his attention on your throbbing clit, fingers pumping just right until your thighs clenched around his head.

It was the next night that he finally asked you to stay. He’d made you cum twice already, once on his fingers ‘just to warm you up,’ and then again on his tongue, moaning into you as though he’d craved the taste for weeks, not hours.

‘Stay with me tonight?’ he breathed when he came up to kiss you as usual, and your hand had slipped down to rub him through his trousers. He was already so close.

‘Yes,’ you agreed simply, and he came hard with a choked out sob, fingers bruising into your wrist and head burying in the crook of your neck.

When he’d composed himself, he pulled back to smile at you, all dazed and sated, and endearingly sleepy.

‘Would you like a wake up call?’ he uttered under his breath with a cheeky smirk.

‘Every morning. Forever,’ you grinned. ‘Could I book that in right now?’

Lars’s heart skipped a beat, and he nodded, blinking his gaze away. He felt so naughty. So filthy. And yet, it was the most alive he’d ever felt. The most excited. How could that be wrong?

You pushed him back onto the pillows and laid against his chest to begin a slow, languid goodnight kiss, but Lars froze beneath you.

‘What is it, sweetheart?’

He bit his lips together, looking up at you through big, concerned eyes, fingers coming up to rub thoughtfully at his mustache. 

‘It’s just, uhm…’ he struggled, breathing becoming quickly uneven as his mind raced.

‘Take your time,’ you soothed, your hand covering his.

‘I’m not making you… sore, am I? You know… down there? My mustache-’

Softly, you curled your fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand away from his face. ‘Not at all. You don’t realise just how good it all feels for me, do you?’

Lars shook his head and you stopped him, stroking at his mustache with tender fingertips. He gasped.

‘Well, you haven’t given me carpet burn yet if that’s what you’re worried about, but you have given me more orgasms than I can count so… please don’t change anything, will you?’

Lars squeezed his eyes closed and he sucked in a sequence of rapid, sharp breaths. He might be eagerly providing them at every opportunity, but actually hearing you say the word orgasm so openly made him feel suddenly lightheaded.

‘Besides, you’re so handsome with that mustache. And I like the way it feels.’

Lars was just about ready to pass out, but your kiss brought him back down, warm and soothing.

After cleaning up and changing into his pyjamas (and lending a spare set to you), he fell into a restful sleep with your head against his chest, despite his mind buzzing with the thrill of what he had planned for the morning and the warm feeling that spread through his gut when he thought about you wearing his clothes.

Lars woke before you as he’d hoped, the sunlight spilling in through his little window, warm against his face. You’d remained on his chest all night, still in a deep, comfortable sleep.

Lars whispered a loving, ‘Good morning,’ to you and ever so gently slid you onto the pillows, burrowing beneath the duvet excitedly, his heart slamming against his ribcage.

He gently pushed your legs apart, holding his breath, trying so hard not to wake you. Not yet. He wanted you to wake already wracked with pleasure.

Your legs complied, and Lars heard a quiet snore from above the duvet. He unfastened the pyjamas he’d given you last night, revealing your core and he paused to steady himself at the sight of your folds, glistening already. Perhaps you’d dreamed about him, too. His mouth began to water.

A familiar warm, wet, feeling surged through your unconscious state, gradually bringing you to consciousness. As your eyes blinked open and your brain tried to play catch up, a million thoughts a minute rushed through your mind. Legs trembling. Heart racing. Fingers digging into the mattress beneath you. You were in Lars’s bed. Sunlight. It was morning. You were wearing Lars’s pyjamas. It was Friday. What time is it? Core throbbing. Thighs wet. Lars was not beside you.

Moments later, bringing all the thoughts to one crashing realisation that this was the wake up call he’d promised, your upper body lifted from the bed, a strangled cry tearing from your throat as Lars’s tongue flicked expertly over your sensitive nub and his fingers curled against your g spot.

Chuckling and feeling brave, he snuggled into your side as you caught your breath. ‘Waking up to an orgasm, isn’t that neat?’

Lars was grinning and humming to himself the whole time he spent getting dressed and ready for work. He brushed his teeth as normal, but you noticed he didn’t bother cleaning his mustache the way he had last night, even though it had been soaked again when he kissed you and mumbled a husky, ‘Good morning,’ while you tried to catch your breath.

With an excuse that you’d stopped by this morning to return one of Lars’s sweaters before work, he took you for breakfast with Gus and Karin at the house. He was eager for them to properly meet you, and what better time would there be than this, right before he had to depart for work, when they wouldn’t keep you both for so long that he’d miss out on ending an evening the way he’d become so accustomed to?

They didn’t really buy it, of course. They’d seen your car there last night and it hadn’t moved an inch. But Lars ploughed on with talking their ears off about how fantastic you were for the full half hour, and left for work just on time.

But not without leaning back over your shoulder first to whisper, ‘I just wanted to tell you that you tasted incredible this morning,’ into your ear. You knew Gus and Karin probably heard, and your cheeks felt hot, but really, you didn’t care at all.

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[ken-dom]

Lingered Lips

Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

7.2k words

∘₊✧ Summary: When you move from a warmer climate into the house next door to Gus and Karin during winter, Lars helps you to keep warm, and to feel a little more at home in the process.

∘₊✧ Author’s notes: This is for my pal @webbo0 who deserves all the warmth and comfort Lars would be able to give (that's a lot). I hope this is something close to what you imagined ! Thank you to my wonderful K (@heresthestorymorningglory) for beta reading and encouraging endlessly! Title from Holding Your Hand by Yung Bae.

∘₊✧ Please note: The story has two possible endings. If you want fluff and kissing with some suggestive bits only, stop when you reach the break in the text (indicated with a photo set), 5.5k. If you want to end on a spicy note, there is an optional NSFW scene after, 1.6k.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: Fluff, homesickness, kissing, heated making out, lots of touching, nervous Lars. In the additional scene; NSFW, dry humping, touching over clothes, cumming in pants.

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To say there’s a chill in the air is an understatement. Somehow, it seems the inside of the house is colder than the outside. It had been left empty for a good few days before you arrived today with a moving truck full of your worldly belongings, but even so, feeling your fingertips turn numb, you never imagined you’d feel the chill this much.

An uncomfortable question flashes through your mind; Have you done the right thing?, but, already engaged in an internal battle to keep homesickness at bay, you force yourself to think about how you’d not had much of a need for thick duvets and firewood before, reminding yourself that you will adapt. That it will all be worth it. That the cold will soon feel like home.

The house is nice, and you know that once it warms through properly it will feel cosy and homely, even if right now it’s an empty shell of a building waiting for your stamp. But it’s getting there. You can already picture yourself settling down in front of a roaring fire with a blanket and a slice of pie.

You sigh at the fireplace. You have no means to build a fire, and even if you did, where do you begin? Instead, you settle with lighting a few candles you found with a book of matches in the box marked ‘KITCHEN’ in a futile attempt to create a feeling of warmth.

Once you begin the process of dragging furniture around and unpacking boxes that, despite being labelled perfectly well before the move seem to be all out of order again, you generate a little heat as the rooms begin to take shape.

After a while (you’ve no idea how long; you’ve misplaced your phone in the bubblewrap and the clocks are currently hidden in an unopened box, but it’s long since been dark out) you grow tired of organising your things and decide rest is in order. If only that fireplace was roaring and there was a freshly baked pie on the kitchen counter…

You reluctantly blow the candles out, wolf down a couple of the cookies you’d packed for the road, and shiver yourself to sleep under a couple of thin blankets, planning to venture into the town tomorrow and purchase a few items to help you adapt to your new climate a little more comfortably.

****

You’d not yet had time to hang drapes, so when morning arrives, with it comes the sharp winter sun flooding your bedroom, disturbing your dreams and pulling you back to the cold reality you’d fallen asleep in.

You stretch, gradually taking in your new surroundings, and start your day by finding some warmer clothes and a pair of boots packed into one of your overflowing suitcases. 

You step outside to appreciate the crisp covering of snow. It crunches beneath your feet, and you think you could get used to that.

There’s a little parcel a few feet from your doorstep, wrapped in brown paper and tied up with string. Looking around for a sign of who might have left it and seeing no one, you pick it up to carry inside. It’s heavier than you anticipate and has a label attached to the string which you read the moment you drop the package onto the kitchen table.

‘Welcome neighbour! Don’t be a stranger! Karin and Gus x’

It must’ve come from the big, white house just a short walk from your own; your closest neighbours, the others being at least a couple of minutes walk away.

You pick at the knot in the parcel string, the paper beneath falling away as the string loosens, and you see a huge tray of pasta bake. It’s homemade and makes your stomach growl just looking at it. The homesick churn in your stomach relaxes in turn, and a smile pulls at your lips.

You should introduce yourself to this Karin and Gus before you venture into town today. That would be the neighbourly thing to do, right?

Rifling through the bag of snacks you’d packed for the road, you found the large tupperware of homemade hamantaschen cookies you’d raided the night before, and, removing just one more cookie to eat immediately, you tuck the tub under your arm, shove your hands into your pockets (adding gloves to your mental shopping list) and set off to greet your new neighbours.

Rounding the corner at the end of your driveway, you see the figure of someone swinging what looked like an axe outside that big, white house.

Gus, you remind yourself of the names on the parcels tag. Karin and Gus.

As you step closer, you can’t help but notice that this Gus guy is kind of…

No. Stop. You cannot find your neighbour attractive. You can’t.

Can you?

‘Hey, Gus?’ you call with a wave, and the man, frankly oozing sexual energy with his brawny arms and that big axe held in an exceptionally strong grip, turns around.

Oh shit. He’s handsome too.

Your gaze drops from his sparkling blue eyes to his handsome mustache, perfectly groomed and sort of dashing…

‘Hi… I uh… I just moved in next door,’ you gesture over your shoulder whilst trying to snap yourself out of whatever this is, and focus on the steamy breath you can see in the air every time you breathe out instead. ‘Gus, isn’t it?’

He doesn’t answer. He bites his lips together and averts his gaze, shoulders hunched.

‘I wanted to thank you and Karin for my welcome gift. It looks so delicious.’

Dropping the axe, the handsome Gus straightens up and your eyes widen at his height.

He steps back, blinking excessively, cheeks blazing hot and hands clenching into tight fists as his sides.

‘Hey, are you alright?’ you try. A whisper.

‘Y-yeah, I-’ he stutters, swallowing hard and thrusting a hand out to you with his eyes closed tight, as though he’s bracing himself for some sort of terrifying impact.

Carefully, you take it, feeling the way his arm tenses when your flesh meets his. He’s warm and clammy and you want to pull him close.

‘I- I’m Lars,’ he breathes, his hand dropping back to his side. ‘Gus is my brother.’

Lars. Your heart skips a beat.

‘Ah… Lars. Nice to meet you. I didn’t mean to startle you,’ you say softly, ‘I just wanted to bring some cookies over for Gus and Karin.’

Lars clocked the container under your arm and visibly settled. ‘Oh… oh, they’re not in right now. I could look after those cookies for you until they’re back though? I promise not to eat them.’

‘Ok, sure! I’ll maybe stop by tomorrow to introduce myself properly, but if you could tell them I said thank you for the warm welcome, I’d appreciate it?’

‘Sure,’ Lars nods, a little skittish.

‘And you can have a cookie,’ you joke, pushing the tub toward him.

Lars huffs out an awkward little chuckle and instead of taking the tub from you, whips what you thought was a thick blue scarf from around his neck.

‘Y-you look cold. Here-’

He shuffles toward you, averting his gaze as he fumbles with wrapping the little handmade blanket around your shoulders, his fingers delicate but shaky.

The fresh scent of laundry detergent mixed with light musk hits you and you all but swoon at the combination. It’s not just a swoon; it’s homely, too. Lars is homely.

‘Thank you,’ you breathe, smiling. Is everyone so kind and polite here?

‘It’s alright. I’m getting a bit hot from chopping wood anyway.’ Lars steps backward, staring at the ground as he creates a more comfortable distance between the two of you. Is it comfortable though? He feels an urge to go back to you. ‘You can bring it over when you’re warmed up and all unpacked.’

He’s so sweet you feel like your heart is on the verge of exploding.

‘I don’t have many winter clothes, actually. That’s where I’m heading now – into town to introduce some wool and a decent coat to my wardrobe, and a nice big duvet to my bed. I knew it’d be cold here but I didn’t think it would be this cold.’

Lars looks down, biting his lips together again, bracing himself to say something. You wait patiently.

‘W-where did you move from?’

‘Somewhere much warmer than this,’ you shiver, sucking in a sharp breath of cool air. ‘For a fresh start.’

Lars’s brow furrows and he lets out a small, ‘Ok!’ He isn’t sure whether it would be too much to question any further, so he drops the subject, reaching a hand out to you.

For a moment, you freeze, a whole movie playing out in your mind of what might await you in the future if you take his hand right now and just… kiss him.

Lars clears his throat. ‘The um… the cookies?’

‘Oh- yes.’ You push the box toward his outstretched hand. ‘Take a couple for yourself too.’

You see a crimson blush dust flare up on his cheeks again.

‘Th-thanks.’

The air thickens then as your gazes lock, until  Lars turns away, and you wonder if you’ve overdone it. He did seem a painfully shy. Maybe he could read your mind and was horrified of what he’d witnessed… or the offer of a cookie was just too much.

Just as you open your mouth to ease the tension and singsong a, Well, see you around, Lars!, he sets down the tupperware full of cookies, gathers a few logs in those burly arms and turns back to you. His cheeks are positively glowing now.

‘Th-these are for you.’

There goes that lightheaded swooning feeling again. ‘Oh, Lars, are you sure?’

‘Of course! I’m really good at it. I chop the wood for Gus and Karin’s house all the time, so it’s really no problem to spare a few… for my neighbour.’

‘Oh! You live here too?’

Lars turns sheepish, nodding toward the garage behind you. ‘I live… there.’ He remembers the time he spent in his home with Bianca. Moments far and few between, but usually tender. He remembers dancing with her by firelight, a jazz record playing softly. He clears his throat. ‘Do you know how to build a fire?’ he asks, much more confidently.

You get the feeling he would take great pride in teaching you, but still feel a little silly admitting the truth to him. How could you accept these logs in all good conscience when you’ve never built a log fire in your life and have no idea where to begin other than… setting them on fire?

Embarrassment creeps onto your cheeks and you hold your breath, scrunching your nose up. ‘Nope. You got me. Something else for me to learn now that I live here.’

‘I could show you some time,’ Lars mutters, so quiet you almost don’t hear him. His voice cracks as he backtracks, ‘if- if you like?’

You nod, and both of you are blushing so hard you’re barely able to look at one another aside from surreptitious stolen glances.

You hug the firewood close to your chest and take a deep, steadying breath. ‘Thank you, Lars. For everything.’

As you trudge back over the undisturbed snow to store the logs in your porch, you chuckle to yourself. You needn’t have worried about the cold, all you have to do is talk to Lars for a few minutes and you’ll soon warm up.

****

Wrapped in the same paper and tied with the same string, another parcel appears on your doorstep the very next morning. 

Your head tilts as you bend to collect it, wondering what else Gus and Karin could possibly have sent you when you haven’t even met them yet. Would this turn into a never-ending exchange of reheatable meals and cookies?

It feels lighter, soft in your hands.

You tear the paper open right there and then, too curious to wait. Two thick sweaters spill into your hands, a small sheet of note paper floating to your feet.

They smell like Lars, and you know instantly that they’re his. It’s the same scent you caught from his blanket yesterday; the same one that lingered on his skin when he had leaned in close to wrap it around your shoulders – fresh and soft with a hint of musk. Comforting. Homely.

Butterflies soar in your stomach and for a moment, you forget that you’re standing in the frosty air in just your pyjamas and socks.

You collect the note up and shut out the cold, heart beating a little faster as you sit down to read it and learn what his handwriting looks like. It’s neat, large letters, cursive. Romantic.

You shake your head, still in denial that you’d ever dare to think of him that way, pretending you hadn’t fallen asleep wondering what his soft lips might feel like against yours and dreamed about him teaching you to chop wood, his strong arms braced around yours to guide you as you swung the axe.

You tried to focus on the words rather than the style of the handwriting or your own wandering mind, almost nervous to begin reading, wondering what he wants to say to you.

I hope you don’t mind me leaving these for you – I don’t wear them so much any more and thought they would be put to better use building up your winter wardrobe. 

One has a hole in the sleeve. I’m sorry about that. I would have fixed it but I never learned how to sew. It’s ok if you don’t like them.

Hope you’re keeping warm! 

Lars (your neighbour)(the one from the garage)

You bite your lips together to keep a whine from escaping. Your neighbour? The one from the garage? As if you could possibly forget him.

‘Could you be any cuter?’ you grin, and fold the letter, standing to head right back to your bedroom and dress immediately throwing on the new puffer coat you bought in the town yesterday over a Lars scented sweater, grab your last tub of cookies and head out, marching straight up to the door of the garage next door.

****

‘Hi.’ Lars swallows the word, opening his door just enough to poke his face through the gap. 

He’s just as handsome as you remember. Maybe more. The way the bright winter sun hits his eyes and sets the deep blue sparkling, the coy little smile he can’t quite hide beneath that impeccably groomed mustache…

‘Hi,’ you sigh. You might feel a twinge of embarrassment, but Lars seems so taken aback to see you, you don’t think he’ll notice your indiscreet little swoon.

You clear your throat. ‘Thank you so much for the sweaters, Lars. You really didn’t have to.’

‘Oh it’s nothing,’ he protests, struggling to meet your gaze and chewing his lips as though he’s scared of what he might say if he doesn’t bite them together.

‘I brought more cookies. Just for you this time.’

Lars squeezes his eyes shut, taking a deep steadying breath.

‘Are you ok?’

He blinks his eyes open again and finally looks into yours. ‘Hmm? Oh. Yeah. Yeah, I’m ok.’

Even so, his fingers fiddle with the slightly chipped paint around the edge of the door he’s holding ajar.

‘Alright, well…’

‘Did you use the firewood yet?’ he blurts, eyes closed again but voice much louder.

‘No, I never got the chance to look up how to build a proper fire last night, so-’

‘Would you like me to show you? Now?’ His face scrunches up in what looks like pain.

‘Yes! That would be great.’

Lars nods, smiling, and opens the door. ‘Please, come in,’ he breathes, and you notice his hand gripping so tight onto the door now that his knuckles have turned white.

You step inside the little garage apartment, immediately so at ease that you almost feel at home here.

There’s a jazz record playing softly, and you sway a little as you glance around, clocking the log burner in the corner. His bed is neatly made with two or three blankets layered on the top, warm and cosy. You wonder what he wears to bed.

The kitchen is sparse and clean, a small double hob occupying a whistling kettle and a pan. There are a few cupboards you imagine are mostly bare. 

A door to the left looks like it must lead to the bathroom, because aside from a small closet and a couple of shelves on the wall, that’s all of it. Lars’s entire home.

He doesn’t appear to have many worldly belongings, but what he does have, he appreciates and takes good care of. You smile at that. Maybe he would take good care of you, too.

In many ways, you think, perhaps without even knowing it, he already has.

Lars closes the front door, but doesn’t move from his spot beside it, staring down at his feet.

‘W-we might as well enjoy the fire after I show you how to get it going. Would you like to stay for a drink? We could share the cookies? If you like?’

He glances toward you with that pained look again, but it quickly softens when you answer simply with a gentle; ‘Yes. I’d love to.’

Lars grins, incredulous, and springs into action, preparing to start work on building the fire, dropping to his knees before the log burner.

‘Alright, the first thing we need to do is make sure the firewood is in good condition. I know mine is, of course, but it’s always worth checking, because…’

You sit beside him, fully intending to learn a valuable lesson that will no doubt serve you for many winters to come, but Lars picks up a log with such care the mere sight of it makes you shiver.

Carefully, he runs the tips of his long, thick fingers over the smooth edge of the wood, treating it so delicately that every word out of his mouth blurs into barely perceptible background noise and all you can manage to do is watch those elegant fingers tracing over the contours and try not to imagine how they’d feel on your skin instead.

Startlingly, he stops the demonstration short and turns to you. It’s far from abrupt, but it drags you out of your reverie nonetheless.

‘Got that?’ he asks eagerly.

‘Hmm?’

‘Ready for the next step?’ Lars beams at you. He’s been talking nonstop, completely lost in the world of firewood while you were lost in the world of… Lars.

‘Yes, yes, of course,’ you lie, hoping the next part won’t be as difficult to take in and that you can piece together whatever you’ve missed.

Lars opens up what he calls the damper, leaning forward to place kindling into the centre of the stove, his sweater rides up a little at the back, and although you try with all your might not to look, you can’t quite avoid it. Beneath those three layers, his exposed skin looks so soft and pale and… warm.

There are a few small beauty marks dotted close to his hip and you get the urge to trace them with your finger tips, follow them like a constellation and connect the stars with your tongue…

But you’re not supposed to be thinking about the flesh of Lars’s lower back under your fingers and lips. You’re supposed to be listening to his instructions.

You close your eyes and try to focus.

Good logs. Damper open. Something about kindling.

You can do this. You can.

Oblivious, Lars continues, arranging dry wood around the kindling and placing the logs gently on top, taking as much care as if he was creating a work of art.

He’s so passionate and thorough in the way he describes the process, the way he’s handling the equipment, that this in itself is making you come over too hot.

Is he this passionate and thorough with a lover? 

Stop.

You shake the thought from your head and wonder if you will manage to actually sit in front of a blazing fire with him at all if he carries on like this. Carries on being so… so…

‘Would you like to do the honours?’ he grins, sitting back on his heels.

You swallow hard. ‘Sure!’ 

Lars hands you a half empty box of matches. His hands are no longer trembling, you notice, but yours have certainly begun to shake as you select and strike a match.

Lars’s palm slides over the back of your hand, warm and soft, to guide your flame to the kindling. Your head spins and you lean forward together, bodies pressing close as you hold the match still and wait.

Both of you watch with delight as the fire takes hold and bursts to life before you.

You smile at Lars, who beams back. There’s but an inch between you and you can’t help but lick your lips and you glance down at his.

‘We did it,’ he breathes. ‘Next time, you can try arranging the kindling-’ He stops himself. 

Next time.

Suddenly his face is burning, his forehead is damp and his chest is tight, and a voice in his head is firmly telling him to run in the opposite direction.

‘How about that drink?’ you remind him, hoping it’ll ease the tension.

Lars is more grateful than you could ever know for that simple suggestion. It gives him a reason not to completely consume you, which is both his greatest fear and his strongest urge with you so close. He isn’t sure whether the heat he feels is from the fire or from his burning attraction to you, but thinking about it is making him dizzy.

He snaps up to stride into the kitchen and start the kettle boiling, and you try to focus on breathing.

As you feel comforting warmth radiating from the glow of the fireplace and listen to him pottering in the kitchen, your eyes slip closed.

This is home.

‘Is hot chocolate ok?’ Lars calls over.

‘No lactose for me, please, Lars.’

‘No problem! I can work around that. See, if you mix the cocoa powder into a paste with a small amount of the water first, you can make it smooth and thick without the need for milk! Neat little trick, huh? And I can skip the cream topping, just for you.’ 

Lars is once again in his element. He seems so happy to share his habits with someone – with you – that it eradicates the overwhelming nerves he was fighting moments ago. 

‘That sounds wonderful. Thank you.’

‘Uhm- do you… do you mind if I have a little cream on mine?’ he asks, cautious. ‘I’ll only have a little bit.’

‘Of course I don’t mind!’

He chuckles quietly with a shaky exhale of nervous energy. ‘Ok!’

You watch as he finishes up and joins you again placing two big mugs of hot chocolate on the little rug in front of the fire.

‘You know, I used to treat myself to a hot chocolate now and then before I moved here, even though it was much warmer. I wonder if it’ll hit different now that I actually need heating up,’ you laugh, blowing out a steady breath to ripple over the surface of the steaming liquid before taking a careful sip.

Lars watches the way your lips move, snapping his eyes shut when he realises where his thoughts are going – the same place they went last night when he was trying to fall asleep but you kept appearing in his semi-unconscious state, asking if you could hold his hand and kiss him.

He clears his throat. ‘So, how are you adjusting? Have you seen the doctor yet?’

Your brow furrowed. Did you need to see a doctor just for moving here?

‘No, I mean, it has felt a little strange, but I thought it was just a touch of homesickness…’

‘I think that’s normal,’ Lars nods, face turning serious and voice lowering like he was keeping a secret from prying ears. ‘I had a girlfriend who came from a much warmer climate, you see. She was half Brazilian and half Danish, and she’d been used to warmer temperatures before she came here. So, I’m used to it.’

Lars shrugs and sips his drink, casually sure of himself.

‘Girlfriend?’ you blurt before you can stop yourself. You try to at least sound easygoing, but it comes off more strained than anything thanks to curiosity getting the better of you.

‘Oh, wait, I’m not suggesting that we’re uhm… friends of any sort- I mean-’

‘No… no, it’s ok.’ Another easy smile. ‘I just wondered about her, that’s all.’

You move to place your mug back down as Lars makes the same motion, and as you reach forward, your skin brushes his.

Time stops. Lars almost flinches, but he lingers instead, seeking you out once again, grazing the back of his fingers against the back of your hand, witnessing the connection, awe pulling at his features.

It’s different from when he guided your flame to the kindling, and he realises that then as much as now, your flesh against his feels almost… tolerable. More than tolerable. It feels good.

You hold your breath, needing to be closer again. Needing to feel heat from him and not just the fire, inhale that comforting scent that you’ve already come to associate with your new home, the one laced on his hand knitted blue blanket that you forgot to return today in your rush to get back to him. You don’t plan to tell him you’d slept clutching it for comfort, or that it remained beneath the covers on your unmade bed.

‘It’s getting a bit hot,’ you breathe shakily, eyes locking on his. ‘May I take off my coat?’

Lars doesn’t answer, he just helps you with removing the coat from your shoulders like a true gentleman, folding it neatly and placing it on the bed for you.

‘Better?’

‘Much.’

‘You’re wearing one of my old sweaters,’ he says quietly, staring at you as he takes in how it fits your form compared to his, how good it looks on you and how he wants to help take the sweater off your body, too…

His fingers wander to the collar, where he drags a fingertip gently over the familiar wool before dropping back to his lap.

The air between you grows thicker again and all at once you’re breathless.

‘Lars…’

‘Hmm?’

‘You have some, uh…  cream… just-’

His gaze is intense on your lips as your fingers move to wipe the cream from his perfect mustache. It’s tender. Loving, almost. His breath is hot and ragged against your fingers and for a wild moment, you think about slowly pushing a finger between his plump, shiny lips.

Instead you come to your senses and bring it back down, coated in a light covering of the cream.

‘You know, lactose intolderance doesn’t always stop me,’ you smirk, licking the cream from your finger. ‘If it’s just a little bit. Perhaps… a little bit more?’

Lars doesn’t move as you press forward, closing the gap between you and leaving enough pause for him to move away. But he doesn’t. He presses his lips to yours and elicits contented hum that makes him simply melt into you.

There’s more cream on his mustache that smears onto your upper lip and you pull back, licking yourself clean and pushing forward to lick the last of it from him, too.

Lars parts his lips to allow your tongue inside. It feels natural yet unusual, not at all how he imagined kissing would feel. But it’s just as thrilling as he’d hoped it would be, and the butterflies in his stomach that he’d been trying hard to control begin to explode into something wonderful, a new sensation that he had the overwhelming urge to chase.

Your lips against his are so soft and wet, and his head is swimming with what all of this means.  The feeling growing somewhere deep inside him pushes through to the forefront. It’s something he can’t seem to control. It’s too new, too exciting, so he follows his gut.

With a shaky hand, he reaches forward to touch you. He’s not sure where, or how, but he’s overcome with that sudden urge to consume you entirely again, and he can’t stop the hand hesitating midair from grabbing your shoulder and pushing you down onto the rug.

He’s strong, and that sets your nerves alight. You knew when you saw the perfect control with which he wielded his axe. Your hands slide up over his biceps and squeeze the firm muscles, and Lars whines.

Even with this newfound dominance, he’s unsure, hesitant — but eager. Your tongue guides his, gently leading him into a steady rhythm with slow flicks and languid slides, each one setting his desire aflame until he’s breathless.

Your guidance doesn’t falter when he positions himself on top of you. If anything, the kiss turns hungrier and Lars moans, muffled in your mouth, and he wants more despite the nerves bubbling up in his stomach. Worries creep in that he’ll do something wrong, that he shouldn’t be doing this at all. 

There’s a nagging thought in the back of his mind that making out like this isn’t something he should be doing. It feels far too exciting to be allowed. Far too naughty, and that seems to spur on the excitement, and it all feels so good how could it be wrong?

His pants are getting tighter and he knows he can control himself if he just manages to get back outside and pick up his axe and burn it off, but he doesn’t want to this time. Not with you here, kissing him, touching him, making him feel good.

But what will Gus and Karin think when they find out he kissed their new neighbour with such fierce passion less than forty-eight hours after you arrived in town? Somewhere within his muddle of thoughts, he hears Gus muttering an impressed, ‘It’s always the quiet ones…’ and his cheeks burn a little hotter.

He feels you pushing at his shoulders then, a signal to stop, and he scrambles back to sit up, covering his face with his hands.

He was on another plane of existence just a moment ago and now everything was crashing down around him. He had gone too far, been selfish with his affections. What had he done?

‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry-’ he sobs into his palms, muffled and desperate.

‘Don’t be,’ you soothe, sitting up to join him as you fight off the haze of pleasant lightheadedness his kiss had caused. ‘I liked it.’

You grab the half-full mugs of chocolate and pass him his. He accepts with a nervous smile and you sip the remaining drinks together in comfortable silence, enjoying the crackle of the fire, the kiss having broken the tension.

You lay your head on his shoulder and sigh, content. You hadn’t felt so at home since you’d arrived, and you didn’t want to leave. You also didn’t want to admit that you’d not really listened when he’d been kind enough to show you how to use the logs he’d gifted to you.

Meanwhile, Lars’s head is buzzing. He thinks over how he’s already shared his first kiss with you (first kiss with tongues, anyway — he’d kissed Bianca once or twice in moments of madness, but never with tongue). He thinks about how far he’s come since Bianca, and how if it weren’t for her he probably wouldn’t have had the courage to finish a conversation with you yet, let alone push you onto the floor and dare to let desire consume him for a short while.

And he can’t just leave it there now, not now he’s tasted you, shared a part of himself with you; he needs more. He decides he needs to act now or he will think about it so much he’ll scare himself away from the idea.

So before he can even formulate an actual plan to ask you out, he blurts;

‘You want me to show you around sometime? There’s the lake, and- oh, I have a treehouse there!- and we could go into the town together, too, maybe to the mall? Gus and Karin would love to have you over for dinner, I bet. They’re always asking me, so I could bring you as my guest! Do you bowl? I’m not very good, but I’m getting better and-’

‘I’m absolutely shit at bowling,’ you laugh, and Lars laughs too, relieved you’d stopped him talking himself into a certain hole he’d never climb out of. ‘But I still like to play. I’d actually really like to go with you sometime.’

You feel Lars holding all his breath in his lungs, and smile to yourself. He’s so easy to fluster. You could have fun with that, you muse, but stop yourself thinking on it for too long.

‘C-can we still… kiss?’ Lars stutters, trailing off, ‘I liked it, too.’

You chuckle to yourself, giddy at how nice this all feels. ‘Do you make a habit of kissing your neighbours, Lars?’

It’s a playful question, and although you can’t see his face you can sense that he’s blushing profusely, blinking hard again.

‘No! No, I’ve never-’

‘Good. But, how about… you do it again? Just for me?’

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Lars throws his coat and hat on so haphazardly to get out of work at the earliest possible moment, his hair is sticking out at every angle.

He rushes home, wheels spinning against the gravel before his car screeches to a halt outside the garage. He grabs his briefcase and the little plastic bag he carries his good shoes to work in, and darts out of the car to his front door.

Gus and Karin don’t know about you yet. Or rather, they know about you, but not about the way you’d touched and kissed Lars. Or the way you occupied his thoughts every second since. When they’d mentioned you to Lars over breakfast this morning, he made his excuses and ran, worried he’d give himself away with blushing cheeks or breathlessness.

He may as well have not gone into work today. He might have been physically present, but his mind was very firmly elsewhere. All he could think about was the way your lips felt when they had slid so sensually against his. Not burning or uncomfortable in the least. It’s almost jarring, how good it made him feel. He’d only ever been that comfortable with Bianca before, and the thought sets his teeth on edge and his heart racing.

His stomach churns every time he replays the kiss you’d shared. And the second kiss. And the third. Except it’s not churning exactly. It’s more like fluttering, low and unsettled in his belly. Is that what people mean when they say they have butterflies? He’s never felt that before.

Right now he needs to focus on getting inside before he’s stopped by Karin. His chest heaves when he finally unlocks his door and slams it shut behind him. Luckily Karin doesn’t see him, or has decided against chasing him for dinner tonight. She’d been better at that since Bianca, leaving Lars to mind his own business much more often than she used to. Lars thanks his lucky stars that tonight is one of those nights.

He’s trembling, he realises, as he hangs up his coat and sets his bags down. His stomach is in knots with these mysterious butterflies again, and his heart is thudding in his ears.

He braces himself against the wall by his coat pegs, resting his forehead to the back of his hand as he tries to force his breathing slow, and to focus on organising his thoughts.

All he has to do is choose a sweater, brush his teeth and comb his hair. Simple, easy steps. One thing at a time. Sweater. Let’s start there.

Within twenty minutes, there are six discarded sweaters scattered on his bed and Lars is staring himself out in the bathroom mirror, hair perfectly combed back, breath minty and teeth shiny. He runs his tongue over them, wishing he was running it over your teeth instead.

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You settle down for dinner with a successfully built fire crackling and hissing in the hearth. You were a bit distracted as you spent far too long adjusting the kindling and remembering the order of the steps to take, piecing together the scraps of information you’d somehow retained from your lesson with Lars. But you did it, and now your house is the glowing, cosy home you’d hoped it would be.

Before you can take a bite of your delicious looking dinner, courtesy of Karin and Gus, an urgent banging at the door makes your heart jump in your chest.

Please be Lars, please be Lars, please be Lars, you hope, quickly checking your appearance in the mirror as you head for the front door, trying your very best to appear casual, and as though you haven’t been thinking about him nonstop since you left his place yesterday.

‘Lars!’ you exclaim, far more excited than you intend it to come out, and your cheeks prickle with heat.

Lars is leaning with one hand up against the door frame, mock confidence oozing from him, and he looks so handsome it makes your head spin. He’s wearing a gorgeous sweater which you gather he must save for special occasions. His hair is combed back perfectly, and a warm smile graces his lips.

Your eyes lock with his when you’re done checking him out so obviously his cheeks are crimson now too, and you simply can’t say another word. The gaze between you is so intense, so filled with intention, the cold air turns thick and you can barely breathe.

Lars lunges forward and presses himself to you. Your lips crash, then his chest is flush with yours and you realise his arms are snaking around your waist, but it’s all so fast and so frenzied you can’t quite keep up. You just need each other and in that moment, knowing he’s close is enough.

With a shaky sigh, he rolls his hips into you. He’s rock hard. You gasp, and he whines into your mouth as the frictions tingles through his core.

He’s fighting to control himself but it’s so difficult when you want this as much as he does and he knows he can chase the thrill with you.

He didn’t even mean to get hard, but after thinking about you for twenty four solid hours and trying not to think about how you’d feel touching him there, it truly was a task not to succumb to the natural pull of arousal before now. He’d done well to last this long.

Only, what if you’d changed your mind since yesterday? He should have asked. He shouldn’t have assumed from your dilated pupils and the way you bit your lip as your eyes grazed over his lips. 

He pulls away, mortified. His body had betrayed him, he lost control, he-

But you push forward, reaching between your flush bodies to stroke the hard bulge tenting in his smartest pants. The fabric is soft against the flesh of your palm and you sigh into his mouth, rubbing needily over his length.

You’re ok with it, he thinks somewhere from within the haze of incredible pleasure and fading embarrassment, a prickly combination that falls away as he kisses you back and it all just becomes you and him. I can be ok with it, too. 

You pause for breath and Lars hisses from between gritted teeth, feeling the overwhelming urge to moan and to chase the coiling sensation tightening in his gut.

He needs more, but it’s already too much. He’s not sure how these things work exactly. He doesn’t know if you would consider him a… what are they called? A one night stand. Or if you’d expect something in return, or for him to make a move before he-

‘Ohhhmmnn…’ he groans. It’s low and primal for such a small sound and it makes your core ache.

His head falls to the crook of your neck while his fingers grip at your arms with a strength that makes your breathing catch in your throat, and just as you’re considering unfastening those smart, grey pants to get your hand inside and really feel him, Lars’s whole body shudders and you wrap your free arm around his lower back to steady him as he turns weak and flops against you, hips bucking as he spills, hot and thick, inside his pants.

A string of ragged, breathless moans and weak little whimpers slowly tear from his throat as he tries to regain composure.

Weak, he keeps his face buried against you for now, his eyes shut tight as you slide a hand up to stroke through his hair, bringing him back to you.

He needed that release, and with it came a sense of clarity that he only wants more of you. He wants to see you, feel you, kiss you every single day. Is that unreasonable?

The real reason he’d knocked on your door swells within his stomach, butterflies returning swiftly to replace the heated coil that had wound up and finally sprung free at your touch.

Desire – in particular, sexual desire – is not the original reason Lars came over tonight. He never dreamed he would make such a mess in his trousers or that you’d kiss like that again, even though he’s kinds of glad both of those things did happen. Glad but… embarrassed.

His underwear is sticky against his skin, and he knows his release is soaking through the front of his pants. Along with the uncomfortable sensations he wants to soothe away with a refreshing shower and a clean pair of underwear, shame consumes him as he struggles to peel himself off you. 

But you come to the rescue as you so often seem to do, guiding him over to your sofa and flopping down onto it with him. Your hand finds his, lacing your fingers together as you settle comfortably.

It feels like home. Lars feels like home, and once again you get that feeling in your gut that tells you never to leave his side.

‘Lars…’ you start, voice barely a whisper, and he turns to you, finally meeting your eyes, and you notice how wet his are. Had he cried when he came? 

‘Was there… a reason you came over tonight? You know, other than-’

Lars clears his throat before you can say any more. There’s still a pang of shame, and he knows what he did, he doesn’t need to hear it too. ‘Yes, I… I wanted to ask you something.’

As you prepare to hear it, he presses his lips together into a tight smile.

‘What is it?’ you ask gently. ‘Whatever it is, I’m ready.’

‘I wanted to ask you… well, I thought- maybe- I could be your boyfriend? I-if you’d like…’

Your answer comes as another bruising kiss, head spinning at the question until you pull back, panting, and rest your forehead against his. He nuzzles against it, never having found such comfort in anything but his blanket before now.

Lars smiles, ‘I think you mean yes.’

‘Yes,’ you confirm, your own lips curling upwards. ‘Take me bowling?’

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[ken-dom]

thoughts on..um… *whispers* sitting on lars’ face?

Yeah. I’ll give you some thoughts, anon 😈

You might also like this little fic of mine where Lars gets a taste for you! And if you want to eat Lars’s pussy instead? Here you go.

(nsfw, afab!reader, horny Lars 💕)

Sitting on Lars Lindstrom’s face

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Lars LOVES to eat pussy. Once he gets a taste, he’s addicted. Licks his lips when he’s thinking about you without even realising he’s doing it.

He also loves to see you turned on by him. Remember when he asked Gus how he would know when he ‘became a man?’ Yeah. This is it for him. Making you feel good makes him feel on too of the world and that’s how he knows he’s the man he wants to be.

When the touch of another becomes tolerable, and then enjoyable, and then he discovers that it can be pleasurable too? You’re in for a lot of orgasms, and most of those will be with Lars’s head between your thighs.

He also loves when he’s still fully clothed while you’re naked above him, like you can’t wait long enough for him to undress and you just need him. Right. Now.

Just think about that perfectly trimmed, handsome little mustache tickling at your inner thighs while he’s kissing up them, easing you into it so softly and thoroughly, and relishing in you before you take a seat.

I have to mention his gorgeous nose, with all its handsome contours. The little bump in the middle and that gorgeous defined tip. You’re gonna be sliding over that like a grinding toy, and Lars goes wild for your scent so he’ll be drowning in you and loving every moment.

His lips are SO soft and plump because he always wears strawberry lip balm! He will be kissing and sucking at your throbbing core and it’s so careful, so tender, you can’t help but ride his face just a little…

Lars whimpers and moans into your folds while you’re bucking your hips over him, his tongue trying to keep up with your movements while the headboard you’re grabbing for purchase bangs loud against the wall.

He’s a quick learner. He gets to know your body incredibly well, fast. His tongue explores every crevice and focusses on your clit as much as he can manage while you’re rutting against it.

He doesn’t try to control your movements, but his fingertips drove into the flesh of your thighs and hips so he can feel how desperate you are for him. It makes his head spin even though he’s laid beneath you.

His cock is so hard it’s painful, straining and throbbing against his trousers, leaking steadily onto the fabric.

Now you know why he always leaves the zipper open just a little, incase he gets hard and needs that extra bit of space, but it’s not enough this time and he has to stop himself rutting up against nothing just for the small relief from friction of that too-tight fabric.

Every time you moan, he feels his cock twitch and leak, and when you moan his name? He groans into your pussy, deep and guttural. He’s embarrassed but the way your fingers begin to slide through his hair and grip on, he knows you don’t mind (it actually drives you WILD).

He feels so close to you he cries a little bit, and his face is so wet anyway he hopes you won’t notice. But honestly? It only makes you want him more.

You can feel his soft cheeks and light stubble against your thighs and it’s so him you could just crumble above him.

The front of his trousers are as soaked as his face by the time you’re done, and he’s shaking.

His mustache is gonna be absolutely dripping with your juices. He’ll lick what he can of it clean, and then he’ll kiss you, deep and passionate and you’ll taste yourself on his needy tongue.

His cheeks are blazing red when you climb off him, and he squeezes his eyes shut, hoping what he did was good enough (of course is was).

He’s so gentle, guiding your hips with his big, warm hands to help you get settled beside him before hitting you with that bruising kiss I mentioned.

Then he cleans you up, delicate fingers running a soothing, warm towel over your centre, careful not to hurt you, because he knows you might be sensitive after you cum.

He doesn’t clean himself up for a while yet, though, enjoying your scent and the feeling of you left behind on his skin.

You reach down to touch him over his pants and he explodes almost immediately, so pent up and turned on by your arousal he can’t hold back.

Those gray trousers are gonna need dry cleaning. Oops.

You think next time it might be fun to suck him off at the same time, but he might pass out if you bring that up now so you store it away for later, when he’s horny again and will no doubt jump at your suggestion (as long as he can give you a couple of extra orgasms after because it’s important to him that at least some of it is entirely about you).

Lars snuggles up to fall asleep beside you and whispers in your ear as a hand snakes around your middle, finding one of yours to hold.

He’s so content as you drift off to sleep, pleased with himself that he’s able to satisfy you and already daydreaming about the next time.

‘I just wanted to tell you that you felt incredible sitting on my face tonight.’

As soon as you wake up, his hand is in your underwear, fingers stroking slowly while his lips are hot at your neck. For someone so quiet with a reputation for avoiding human contact, he sure can’t get enough of you.

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Prioritise Pleasure part 2

Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

∘₊✧ 1.5k words - part 1 - masterlist

Summary: Lars is feeling bold and wants to take things a step further

Author’s notes: You don’t need to read part 1 for this to make sense, but it would add to the juiciness. When I wrote part 1, I never really intended to end it the way I did, and I couldn’t get the bath out of my mind, so here it is. If you’re left wondering when you get to the end of this one, yes, there will be a part 3! Shout out to the wonderful @heresthestorymorningglory for the encouragement and Goosecord for keeping my ideas horny!

Warnings/content: nsfw, fingering in the bath, unintentional edging, nipple play

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Lars turned his gaze down to the bubbles floating around him when you dropped your towel. The orgasm you’d given him only half an hour ago might have brought you closer than you’d ever been, but you hadn’t seen one another naked yet, and more than anything else, Lars was respectful.

He did peek cautiously through one eye as you stepped into the water, though, just to make sure you didn’t slip as you stepped into the tub and settled yourself between his thighs.

His eyes squeezed shut, head spinning at how quickly everything had moved tonight. He never expected you to really want to touch him like that, and he never imagined he would end up naked with you, either.

But he liked it. And to his own surprise, he wanted more.

‘You can, uh… you can… lay on me if you want,’ he breathed shakily, shifting himself up to give you room to get comfortable. ‘A-against my chest?’

You nodded and laid back, sighing as the silky water enveloped you, Lars’s chest just as warm and soft against your back. 

Your head dropped to rest comfortably against his shoulder and you could feel his every movement. You’d cuddled plenty before, building up his confidence and tolerance with touch the more you got to know one another, but never skin to skin, never so intimately, and you could tell he was forcing his breath even.

‘M-may I… touch you?’ he uttered, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the tub so tight he could have cracked the enamel.

‘Mmhm,’ you hummed, serene and relaxed, nodding your head back against his shoulder as though it was the easiest decision in the world, and it calmed him a little.

Slowly, the fingers of his left hand uncurled from the edge of the tub, the other still holding on tight as if for dear life, and he shakily placed his palm to your shoulder.

You sighed dreamily at the gentle pressure, and Lars squeezed his eyes shut tight again, finding himself breathless.

You let him stay there for a while, taking this at his own pace and getting used to so much of you pressed flush against so much of him.

When his breathing eventually evened and slowed, you slid a hand up out of the water and placed it carefully over his, squeezing gently.

He flinched at first, which wasn’t unusual, and he soon relaxed into the sensation, so you pulled his hand lower, down to your chest.

Lars tensed.

‘Are you ok with this?’ you whispered, unmoving.

‘Yes,’ he choked out.

‘Lars?’

‘Hmm?’ he answered, a high pitched, cracked hum.

‘Where do you want to touch me?’

You smirked, picturing the embarrassed glow on his cheeks. But Lars was feeling bold.

‘I, uh… I want to make you…y’know-’

‘Cum?’

Under a heavy breath, Lars whined out, ‘You have to stop saying that so casually.’ It made him feel dizzy when you spoke like that.

‘Are you ready?’

There was a pause then, where Lars tried hard to focus on the fact that you must want him to touch you too, but it was hard to do that when his head was swimming with thoughts about whether you’d thought about this before, whether he’d be any good at it, whether he could manage to keep his hand on you long enough to find out.

But he found his way through it eventually, and gave a simple, ‘Yes.’

‘Alright. Do you trust me?’ you asked gently.

This time his reply was immediate. ‘Yes.’

You pulled his hand lower, beneath the water, resting his palm against your stomach while you spread your legs over his and planted your feet on his shins, your knees surfacing above the water as you settled into position for him.

‘You’re sure you want to do this?’ you checked in one last time, feeling him nod eagerly behind you. 

He knew if he spoke he’d embarrass himself with a moan, or just sound impatient, and he wanted this to be perfect for you.

Lars held his breath as you dragged his hand down to the apex of your thighs, his thick, long fingers instinctively stroking your folds as soon as it arrived there.

You hummed, and Lars gasped at your response – and the way you felt under his fingertips, silky and warm, even beneath the water.

You guided his fingers up slightly until they were positioned right over your clit, where he quickly learned the pressure and speed you seemed to like and found his rhythm, eyes wide at the way you melted against him.

He might be nervous to do this with you, but he knew for sure he was excellent at taking good care of you, and wasn’t this just another way to do that? To fulfil your needs like a good boyfriend should?

‘Does that feel good?’ he cooed, confidence soaring despite the heat in his cheeks. 

You hummed out something like a yes, and his fingers, massaging in slow, gentle circles, pressed a little firmer, moved a little faster.

You jolted up at the delicious change of pace, water sloshing around the tub as you dropped back to him and rocked your hips up into his touch.

‘You like that?’ he asked, so incredibly innocently, yet with such an undertone of impatience – the impatience he tried hard not to let out – that your blood boiled with desire.

‘Yes- YES!-’

As you cried out he all but stopped, stroking through your folds again so slowly it was almost painful. Each time his fingertips grazed your sensitive nub, you shuddered and he slipped his fingers away again.

‘Lars- please-’ you tried, but he just chuckled.

You never had Lars down as a tease, but his fingers felt so good you could hardly complain. And was it teasing, really, or was he just enjoying this new sensation as much as you were?

You briefly wondered if he’d ever practised this on Bianca, but the question was answered by his inexperience as quickly as you’d formulated it.

‘H-how do I- uh-’

You knew what he wanted and placed your fingers tenderly over his again, guiding him to your entrance this time.

‘Oh!’ he gasped. ‘You’re… you feel so… wet.’

He dragged your slick around gently before carefully pushing a finger inside.

‘It doesn’t hurt, does it? I can take it out if-’

‘Not at all,’ you reassured him, hardly able to finish the sentence without a quiet moan escaping.

Lars pumped his finger just once, still careful despite your encouragement. It seemed to feel good, so he tried it again, and again, until he was fucking into you hard and fast, relishing in the way you gripped his wrist beneath the water and how you were grinding against the heel of his palm as he pumped his finger.

Your free hand reached behind you, pushing your fingers up to mess up his perfectly combed, soft, thick hair, feeling his mustache brush against your neck as he planted tender kisses along the sensitive flesh there.

‘I’ve got you,’ he whispered, hot against your ear, voice husky and thick with lust. You could feel his erection pressing into your back and wondered if he might want to take this another step further before the night was out or whether that would be too much for him.

But for now, you were on the verge of seeing stars, intoxicated with his strong hands and tender kisses and the way he was touching you almost expertly despite never having touched anyone like this before.

His finger curled up inside you as the hand clutching the rim of the tub began to grope at you instead, kneading, squeezing, massaging everywhere he could reach, and ending with his thumb roughly stroking over a nipple.

‘Oh- yes, that’s it- oh, Lars!’

Water splashed out of the tub as you thrashed against him. He tried to keep you still with the hand pressed to your chest as he worked you through your release, but he was feeling weak himself.

A needy little whine escaped his throat as you dropped back. His cock was leaking steadily into the water now; the friction of you writhing against him in pleasure had simply been too much, along with the knowledge that his finger was buried inside you. And the way you’d moaned his name.

Everyone’s favourite word was their own name, after all.

He put his own pleasure aside though, hoping you hadn’t noticed, fighting the urge to rut against you as you had come undone for him.

‘Are you okay?’ he panted. ‘I didn’t hurt you did I?’

You shook your head, breathless.

‘Did I make you-’

‘Cu-’

‘Feel good,’ Lars jumped in before you could say it again. He might not last if you said a dirty word right now.

‘Incredible,’ you chuckled.

There was a comfortable silence as you laid together in the gradually cooling water, the bubbles that had once covered Lars’s modesty slowly melting away around you. 

Lars was comfortable, at least, despite the tension growing in his lower belly. And the heat, and the need.

‘Lars,’ you tried quietly, and he whimpered. ‘Do you need something?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Come on, don’t be shy,’ you soothed. ‘It’s getting cold in here. Let’s grab a towel and make a fire. Warm up together. What do you say?’

Lars didn’t have anything to say. He just swallowed hard.

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[ken-dom]

Lars and sexual energy

Lars Lindstrom thoughts + gn!reader imagine

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∘₊✧ Author’s notes: I started writing a few thoughts about Lars and why I’m so attracted to him based on his character, the screenplay and things I’ve enjoyed in the movie, and it ended up in me writing a bit of a smut imagine to go along with it, so I thought it might be worth sharing. It starts with thoughts on Lars’s sexual energy, desires, urges, and how he deals with them. Until you come along. And then he has no idea how to deal with them at all.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: nsfw, masturbation, possessive streak, rough sex (and soft, tender sex), blow job mentions, making out, crying, switch!Lars, touch starved Lars

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You know what half the appeal with Lars is?

He’s not supposed to feel sexual desire. At least, he doesn’t let himself. Starting with the basics, he won’t allow himself sleep in the same room — or even building — as Bianca until she’s taken ill. He says right at the start that it’s because he’s religious, and I’m sure that does mean something to him, but I’m also sure it’s not just that.

At the beginning of the movie, he cant stand psychical touch and wears layer upon layer to avoid the excruciating pain it causes him. He sleeps in layers. He eventually says (in the script, but not in the movie) that he’s the one with issues around nudity, not Bianca, who comes from a culture that is very comfortable with it. I think he's reached a point here where he’s experimenting a little. If she’s perfectly comfortable, he could maybe get used to it, too. And maybe he secretly wants to see what she looks like under her clothes out of curiosity or to learn a thing or two from her; but he can’t just take them off without good reason. And she needs her nightly bath, right?

Then, looking back to the script, we have his ‘sexual energy’ which he canonically burns off by chopping wood (in his own words, he’s really good at that, and in Karin’s thoughts, he’s sexy while he does it). When Mrs Gruner asks him about partners, she tells him, ‘Don’t wait too long, it’s not good for you,’ which could easily be interpreted to be about sex. Lars plucks up the courage to ask Gus if it’s sex that will make him feel like a man; both admitting his virginity and in a roundabout way asking his older brother’s permission to lose it. And yet, he never (that we know of) shares any physical affection, other than innocent hand holding, cuddling, dancing and that one tearful goodbye kiss with Bianca. Bianca, a doll who was created for sex.

Add into this that Lars can be possessive. Part of me wants to think that it’s simply in his nature, buried somewhere deep under his trauma and social difficulties, because according to his family, he ‘wouldn’t hurt a fly.’ And in that case it surfaces in the right circumstances, because in all other ways he’s so soft and gentle and caring. The other part of me wants to think it comes from his sexual desires and urges being pushed so far down that he doesn’t know what to do with them and ends up losing his temper and needing to take it out on the firewood i.e. a good fuck might calm him down. Maybe it’s both, maybe it’s neither. Maybe he’s confused about it himself.

Throughout the film, Lars gradually learns to enjoy the sensation of touch, starts to forge meaningful human relationships, experiences jealousy (with little bit of that delicious possession peeking through with it) toward someone he’s scared to pursue despite knowing she has romantic interest in him, and the layers he wears as armour gradually reduce to his underclothes. So we could take from this that given the right conditions, he could learn how to enjoy being physical with someone.

And, with that in mind...

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Imagine being the one who finally turns his head. You catch his eye so unexpectedly, it snowballs faster than he can control it. He’s never felt like this before, never fought so hard to keep his thoughts clean and his physical urges at bay.

Lars, who uses his religion as a reason not to even sleep in the same house as his partner and doesn’t want anyone close enough to touch him, who can’t even get through a conversation with you without scrunching his eyes shut or running away, suddenly can’t get you off his mind. And the pain of carrying that pining, longing feeling around with him far outweighs the pain he might feel if you actually touched him, or so he convinces himself. Something must be done about that.

Chopping wood doesn’t distract him. Church doesn’t distract him. Driving to the lake doesn’t distract him. And neither does reading his favourite book or going to work or even accepting dinner invitations from Gus and Karin.

Lars goes from completely avoiding any hint of sexual desire his mind or body might conjure, to furiously jerking off every time he's seen you, rushing home and forcing down his pants to relieve the ache between his thighs. When he can’t sleep because his mind is buzzing with fantasies of you, his delicate, precise fingers wrap around his length before he can find a way to calm himself, and before he knows it, his thick, hot seed is spilling inside his pyjamas and he falls asleep in the mess, guiltily washing away the evidence in the morning. But not before indulging the wet dream he was having about you first.

It’s filthy. He feels filthy. And he likes it, whatever it is that you’ve done to him.

Lars ‘it’s always the quiet ones’ Lindstrom, has gone from sitting on the edge of his bed cringing at the conversations he’s had with you replaying in his mind because he feels so awkward and embarrassed about them, to daydreaming about his fingers wound in your hair while your soft, wet lips are wrapped around his cock, or fucking you hard against the tree by the lake while his tongue is shoved down your throat, or slipping one hand into your underwear and one over your mouth in the kitchen at work to quickly get you off while you steal a few minutes alone.

All the while, he’s breathless and trembling with anticipation, his hand wrapped tight around his cock as he pumps furiously, or stroking himself, soft and slow until he’s a whining, whimpering mess, moaning your name as his release washes over him.

Through this, he learns how to enjoy pleasure, learns his body, and starts to crave touch. Your touch. His own simply won’t do any longer.

So when he finally gets you all to himself? When you’re kissing him all chaste and sweet?

I hope you’re ready to have your clothes torn off, to be grabbed at until he leaves bruises, to have his fingertips driving into your flesh, his breath hot against your ear as he murmurs, ‘I’ve dreamed of doing this with you,’ through shaky breaths, to feel the burning heat of his flesh against yours, his mustache tickling at your skin when he stays in the same spot for long enough, his teeth dragging down your throat, pausing to suck at your pulse point, strong arms controlling your movements because he knows what he likes now, and when he’s around you, he loses all semblance of self control and has to have you just the way he’s fantasised.

In the thrill of desperation, he doesn’t even get his clothes all the way off, completely lost in a haze of excitement, but he manages it eventually, needing to feel as much of you as possible against as much of him as possible.

His hair is a mess, his cheeks are burning up, he’s completely ruffled, and he switches wildly from being a possessive, commanding lover to giving you the sweetest, most sensual fuck of your life.

His possessive side takes on a whole new meaning as he completely devours you — soft, sweet, innocent Lars — moaning loudly as he watches you cum from his touch over and over, bunches your hair into a fist to feel the bobbing of your head while you suck him dry, snaps his hips hard and fast against yours, followed by what feels like hours of slow, tender lovemaking while he whimpers needily and drips dirty words and praise into your ear like warm honey between breathless begging, revelling in this new sensation of the touch of another, until he’s spent, trembling and sobbing into your shoulder, overwhelmed and thankful and incredulous. Finding the soothing strokes of your fingers through his hair incredibly calming.

After so many years of repressing all these urges, and not finding any pleasure in touch, it could take a while to tire him out. But even when he’s temporarily sated, he will snuggle into you, press his lips gently to yours, and make out with you in a languid, sloppy kiss that doesn’t end until you’re both so worn out you’re falling asleep humming and sighing into one another’s mouths, limbs tangled together because now he's experienced your skin against his he will never get enough.

As he sleeps with you pressed against his chest and his strong arms keeping you safe with him, he has the biggest, warmest smile on his handsome face, but when he greets you in the morning, that naughty streak is back, and he’s smirking at you with a glint in his eye that you’ve already come to associate with nothing but pleasure.

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[ken-dom]

Riding Lars Lindstrom’s Thick Thighs

Author’s notes: I have been writing but I’ve been unwell and managed just about a couple of lines a night for two weeks 💀 hoping to finish the fic I’m working on soon (and also get better asap), but in the meantime I’m going to get some sleep, and thought I’d leave you with a Lars thought in the form of a drabble I just accidentally wrote whilst half asleep…

Warnings/content: thigh riding, afab!reader, premature ejaculation, cumming in pants (practically untouched)

You’re both still fully clothed, his strong hands gripping your waist hard enough to control your movements. But he doesn’t. He just presses you down, firm against him, feeling every roll of your hips and every judder as you teeter closer to the edge.

His eyes squeeze tight shut each time you gasp or whine or moan his name, unable to believe you could be so turned on by him, so needy for his touch that you’ll take his clothed thigh and use it eagerly, ravenous for anything he will give you.

He knows you’ll be sopping wet inside your trousers and wishes he could feel it for himself, drag his fingers through your slick and taste it… but he’s not quite ready for that just yet.

His cock throbs inside the confines of his own trousers. One brush of your hand and he knows he’ll spill, hot and thick, inside his underwear and be unable to look you in the eye for a week. But seeing you like this does something to him he’s never felt before. It’s wrong and dirty and exciting, and he craves more every time. But he’s scared.

He’ll get there, though. Eventually.

For now, your fingertips are bruising into his broad shoulders, even through all his layers, and your head drops from his forehead to the crook of his neck as you ride harder; quick, fast ruts against his thigh.

He can tell you’re close by the way your breathing turns ragged and tenses the muscles of his thigh, jolting his leg with a rapid bounce in a futile attempt to calm his desires, but mainly to help get you there. His eyes are wide with wonder at your open mouthed response and as your release takes over, your entire body tensing deliciously and his name falling from your lips one last time, your knee brushes against the bulge in his trousers.

Without warning, Lars sees stars, and suddenly it’s over for him too.

He does manage to look you in the eyes before the week is out. Before the night is out, actually. And it’s entirely thanks to the way you helped clean him up and told him how hot it was before holding him in your arms all night, whispering sweet nothings and stroking his hair — a sensation he’d never imagined could feel so soothing.

After so long without touch, he does so like to be held close after a good orgasm.

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