#lars lindstrom stills

[ken-dom]

Lars era Ryan could fix me I think

#losing. my. gosh darn. mind. #this is all thanks to the Oringinal Pookie - the one and only papershipghosts #ryan gosling #lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #ryan gosling photoshoot #lars lindstrom stills #ken-dom posts

[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. 

#lars lindstrom smut #ryan gosling smut #lars lindstrom x reader #ryan gosling x reader #lars lindstrom x y/n #lars and the real girl #lars and the real girl fic #ryan gosling x y/n #my writing #my fic #lars lindstrom #ryan gosling imagine

[drivinmeinsane]

Thoughts on Lars Lindstrom as a Romantic Partner

Lars provides for you in the best way he knows how. Food is a love language for him so he is constantly bringing you little treats and snacks to keep your strength up. He also makes you the best coffee and tea you’ve ever had. 

During meals, he will gladly feed you morsels off his plate or take little bites of what you have on yours. He also rushes to cut anything that needs sliced so you don’t have to put in the extra work.

He loves cuddling with you, even just the barest contact is electric to him. The long hours spent curled up together on the couch or lying side by side in bed make his days. It’s made even more precious to him if you hold hands or share a blanket. 

One of his favorite things to do is read to you while you rest your head on his lap or lay on top of him. The weight of your body is comforting to him. It helps keep his anxiety at bay like his blanket his mother made for him.

Despite being skittish about touch, especially with people that he is not very close with, he has come to really enjoy it when you settle him on the edge of the tub and trim up his mustache for him. He also has decided that you’ll be the only one to cut his hair when it gets too long. 

Being with you has gotten him out of his shell and he’s discovered that he really likes going to thrift stores with you to look for funny mugs and nice sweaters. He likes making you laugh with some of the bizarre things he finds while the two of you browse the stores. 

While he prefers being a homebody and staying in to watch a movie or play a board game on special nights, he does enjoy going to the local bowling alley. The playful competition and the little touches as you let him adjust your stance get him delightfully flustered. 

Handmade gifts mean a lot to him. Even if it’s the smallest little doodle or the worst dollar store craft, he would cherish it because you made it with your own hands and thought of him. 

Lars likes to show off for you. He’s proud of how strong he is and is not afraid to pick you up or lift you off the ground with his hugs. He also finds it satisfying when you watch him chop logs. He makes sure to put some extra effort into each swing of the axe. 

Family is important to him. He cherishs his loved ones more than he lets on. Part of the way he shows that affection is sharing memories with you and creating new ones. The woods the lake are important places so him and he likes taking you to them and showing you all the places he and his brother played as a child.

Lars likes to sing to you. He has a song for every occasion. Rough day of work? He sings you something silly. A romantic night in? He sings softly while the two of you away in the front room.

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When it comes to sexual contact, Lars is very shy. He has a tendency to cover his face and try to smother any noises he makes. With encouragement and praise, he does open up and allow himself to be a little vocal.

Occasionally he has days where touch from another person is too much but he still wants to get off with you. Mutual masturbation is a favorite of his when he feels like this.

He likes guiding your hands over his body. It makes your touch feel less intense than if you touched him without his hand over yours.

Lars likes having clothed sex the majority of the time. Dry humping, touching through clothing, or only exposing what's necessary for the act is his preferred way to go.

Sometimes he likes it when you pretend to be a doll, still and poseable. Receptive to his advances but not able to touch or reciprocate without being moved.

{ m a s t e r l i s t}

#lars and the real girl (2007} #lars and the real girl #lars lindstrom #lars headcanons #ryan gosling #ryan gosling fanfiction #partner headcanons #my posts #my work

[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

[leighlim]

It was only after rewatching this film....that I realised that I was looking at Mac and Brian.

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Which is a testament to Emily Mortimer and Paul Schneider that I believed that they have the right chemistry in this and the the wrong one while in The Newsroom.

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HIGHLIGHT:

EXT. THE LINDSTROM HOUSE (BACKYARD) - NIGHT

LARS angrily walks to the woodpile and shrugs off his jacket. KARIN approaches.

KARIN Are you okay?

He puts a log on the stump and picks up the axe.

LARS How would she feel if I just left her?

KARIN shakes her head, confused.

LARS If I just abandoned her like that.

WHACK! The log splits in two.

KARIN Whoa, wait. She didn't abandon you. She'll be back.

He puts the next victim---err...log---on the stump.

LARS How do I know that, huh?

He pulls the axe from the stump but causes the log to topple over.

KARIN takes a couple of steps back.

LARS People do whatever they want.

He picks up the runaway log and positions it. WHACK!

LARS They don't care.

KARIN No, we all care.

A new log takes its place.

KARIN Lars, we do care.

LARS No, you don't.

WHACK!

KARIN shakes her head.

KARIN That is... (voice rising) That is just not true! God!

She starts walking off but turns back.

KARIN Every person in this town bends over backwards to make Bianca feel at home.

LARS grabs another log.

KARIN Why do you think she has so many places to go and so much to do, huh? Huh?

LARS I don't know.

KARIN Because of you!! Because all these people love you! We push her wheelchair. We drive her to work. We drive her home. We wash her. We dress her. We get her up, we put her to bed.

LARS looks at KARIN, eyes welling up.

KARIN We carry her. And she is not petite, Lars. Bianca is a big, big girl. None of this is easy for any of us, but we do it.

KARIN growls in frustration.

KARIN We do it for you! So don't you dare tell me how we don't care.

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My verdict of the film: 10/10

Link to the timestamp commentary: None

#Film #Lars and the Real Girl #Small Town #Ryan Gosling #Lars Lindstrom #Coping Mechanisms #Healing #Emily Mortimer #Paul Schneider #Church #Choir #RomCom #Comedy #Drama #Dramedy #Romantic Comedy #Kelli Garner #Doug Lennox #Joe Bostick #Nicky Guadagni #Patricia Clarkson #Karen Robinson #Maxwell McCabe-Lokos #Psychologist #General Practicioner #GP #Psychiatrist #Compassion #Screen To Script #The Newsroom

[mfmagazine]

Tog

Article by Andriana Albert

Cerebral and deep, and with the most danceable Indie tunes hitting your ears this summer, is Norwegian artist Tog. I had the opportunity to pick the brain of front man, Lars Christian, about what it’s like to be an up-and-comer in the digital world, what the band would taste like if they were food, and plans for world domination. Check it out.

Tog has been making waves in Norway, and now the US, with your hit single “Sansen”.  Your sound has been described as synth-heavy horror house pop. How do you feel about that label?

It’s ok for now. It’ll probably evolve to something more soon. To be cynical, I’d probably just call us a pop-band with something more of an edge than other bands have. I feel a lot of bands are like that today. They play pop music, get inspired by other genres along with pop-music and make something that sounds a bit fresh than the rest of the lot.

Most artists don’t like being defined by a specific genre. Why is that? How would you describe your sound/style?

I think it might be because they don’t like to be pegged down and put in a box. It might feel limiting for some bands I think. Or like someone tries to limit your art into something less than it is. A lot of labels are really simple, so in a lot of ways I really understand it. A bands sound often doesn’t fit into just house-music, rave, post-punk or new wave. You have to make prefixes and even when you do that you just come up with something lame like nu-rave, like NME did a couple of years trying to describe the Klaxons and Datarock, who are playing with a lot of genres, those above included. When it comes to us, I don’t know. Some songs are more trip-hop, static and others have a post-punk beat to them, other songs again have more of a house feel. All the time something disturbing in the feel, some resistance there. Still it’s catchy pop. So in some ways the name feels just right for now. Maybe next record will be something alá horrordisco.

Tog is releasing an EP this month. What was your creative process like for this EP?

The EP is more like a teaser for the album, than an EP per se. So it was more like showing one song with a bit more variation in contrast to the songs we’ve released here in Norway.

In your opinion, what’s the best thing about being a band in Norway?  

Mostly the people, the culture and the fact that Oslo actually is a cool town with some really good stuff happening even though it’s quite small. It feels safe and I can actually play music here and not destroy my life that much.

If you had to pick a food to describe your music what would it be and why?

Probably Thai food. Not because it’s hot, but because it’s so tasty and not too cheesy. But that answer was quite cheesy when I think about it…

Lars Christian, as a lead singer who, spends his free time in seclusion, praying and discussing ethics and the word of God, can you talk a bit about spirituality and how you have incorporated that into your sound?

Even though you can’t understand the words, the lyrics are generally very soul searching, confessional and atoning. I try to describe moments and put them in a light of fiction and music that make them stand out like beauty, ‘cause we’ve all been there - in regret of something we did. We’ve all felt like we did something so selfish someone would look down on us like we were consumed with vice. Some people embrace vice, but I hope I shed light on it.

You guys have been touring quite a bit, including several shows at SXSW and an East Coast US Tour. What's that been like? Any crazy stories?

It’s been a lot of fun. The best time we had was at a couple of day parties we played. If you’re an up-and-coming band like we are in the states you play these day-parties to garner some press and to make it look like your doing lots of shows, and being super busy.  Well anyway, no one shows up to a lot of these day-parties that these bands are playing. We did one of those in a kitchen at the Austin Uni campus during SXSW and three people showed up. But we had already decided to not let the number of them affect us and just go all in and go crazy. So we did, and the three there were so surprised at what we were doing that they went and got all of their friends and all of a sudden there were 20 people in that kitchen dancing and having fun. It was one of the highlights of our gigs this spring.

How much impact has press from Filter Magazine, Prefix, and prominent music blogs had on the band?

I don’t know. It definitely is nice, something like a feather in the hat. Something to put in your press release. But I haven’t had someone come up to me after a show in the states being like, yeah, so I heard you guys on the Filter blog so I came to the show. I’d like to say it made us stars, but it was just another cool confirmation that we’re doing something right. At least for now.

So what’s your favorite band van activity?

Nerding out about synthesizers, bands and ethics.

Let’s talk about the blogosphere. How has the rise of social media changed the way you guys promote yourselves? You a fan of social media?

Actually I hate Facebook. I hate twitter. Facebook stole so much of my life, just because I had all this useless information at my fingertips. I quit Facebook and I never use Twitter anymore. But Tôg still has a Facebook and a Twitter site, as more of a necessity since "everyone’s there". Facebook was cool in 2007, now it’s just lame. Status updates like "making food with my favorite hubby" "just went out to take a leak" makes Facebook more and more like Hell. Blogs are often cool though. Often filled with fiery students or hobbyists blogging about what they love in life or music.

Your music just makes me want to get loose and dance. What bands/artists make you want to dance?

Pantha Du Prince, Four Tet, Caribou, !!!, ESG, Familjen, Health, Com Truise, Teengirl Fantasy, 120 days, Britney Spears and Lindstrom&Christabelle.

Aside from world domination, what’s next for Tog?

Summer festivals here in Norway, and finishing up our album and some videos.

Let's play the word association game. Name the first thing that comes to mind when you hear this word:

 Groupies - Cooties

 Lady Gaga - flesh

 Free time - hang out in the sun

 Daft Punk - dancing in my living room

Finish this sentence:

My drink of choice is… grape juice.

At night when I'm trying to fall asleep, I'm thinking about... healing.

When I was a kid, I wanted to be…Bill Gates right hand (true story!)

[thegloober]

The Blackmagic Pocket Cinema Camera 4K goes up against the GH5 in this side-by-side video comparison

The Panasonic GH5 has been a favourite of many video shooters since its launch early last year. Offering 10Bit 4:2:2 video, 5-axis stabilisation, decent stills quality and a whole bunch of other features, it was an instant hit. Earlier this year, Blackmagic announced the Pocket Cinema Camera 4K. Offering 4K DCI 12Bit RAW video and the same sensor as the Panasonic GH5S.

But how does the Pocket Cinema Camera 4K stand up against the GH5? That’s what Jay P Morgan and Kenneth Merrill Lars Lindstrom Andy Cao from The Slanted Lens look at in this side-by-side comparison.

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While both Jay P and Andy admit that they’re not expert colourists, the comparison shows some clear differences between the two cameras. When exposed well at a low ISO, but cameras hold up extremely well. But the guys run them through a battery of tests to look at the dynamic range, colour science, ease of use, ergonomics and stabilisation of both cameras.

That last one’s a bit of an unfair comparison. The GH5 has 5-axis IBIS and the Pocket 4K doesn’t have built in stabilisation. So, you’ll need to use stabilised Micro Four Thirds lenses or a gimbal if you want anything even approaching stable while shooting handheld. But then, once you through a Pocket 4K on a gimbal, it’s a little unfair on the GH5.

I’ve wanted to see this particular comparison ever since the Pocket 4K was announced, as I’ve been considering both of these cameras for my future video needs. I think I’ll wait until the Pocket 4K gets Blackmagic RAW for the faster editing workflow, but I think this video’s pretty much made up my mind for me.

The Pocket 4K looks to be the clear winner in many aspects when it comes to the actual image quality. The lack of flippy out (or even tilting) LCD will deter some, but when you think about who the camera is aimed at, you can understand why.

The whole comparison review is about 25 minutes long, but it’s well worth a watch if you’ve been considering either of these cameras.

The Panasonic GH5 is available to buy now for $1,699. The Blackmagic Pocket Cinema Camera 4K is available to buy now for $1,295. Although if you do buy the Pocket 4K now, you’ll likely be in for a wait as the pre-orders have only just started being delivered.

Source: https://bloghyped.com/the-blackmagic-pocket-cinema-camera-4k-goes-up-against-the-gh5-in-this-side-by-side-video-comparison/

[ken-dom]

“I’m just happy, that’s all.”

∘₊✧ Lars smiling — Lars collection 2/?

+ bonus BTS smile:

#lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #ryan gosling #lars lindstrom stills #ken-dom posts #kd lars collection

[ken-dom]

∘₊✧ Lars and Bianca’s photoshoot — Lars collection 3/?

#lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #ryan gosling #lars lindstrom stills #bianca #ken-dom posts #kd lars collection

[ken-dom]

#let me uh. let me. tuck ur shirt in there lars #I wanna squish him and fix his sweater and give him a little kiss #ryan gosling #lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #lars and the real girl bts #lars lindstrom stills #ken-dom posts

[ken-dom]

#this one was reversed and I was so tempted to post them both side by side #the lindstrom twins #ryan gosling #lars lindstrom #lars and the real girl #ryan gosling photoshoot #lars lindstrom stills #ken-dom posts

[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.

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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]

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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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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