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cutexlr · 9 months

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Privacy

Summary: Your highly powerful father hired Six to guard you at your home while he was out of the country. Six doesn’t speak much but that doesn’t mean he’ll give you privacy. All you want is to release some pint up energy due to being locked up in your residence.

Warnings: afab reader, masturbation, vibrator, getting caught, age gap, cursing, pervert!six, oral (fem receiving), jerking off, praise, talking you through it

Six has lived with me for some time. He was hired by my father to protect me at all costs while he was out of the country. By what I’ve been told, he’s the best in his agency and he will do anything to protect the thing he’s guarding.

The only downside to this is that I cant leave the house. At first, it was no big deal and it was even relaxing in a way. But after a few weeks I was starting to get restless. I needed to do something, anything that involved social interaction. Six wasn’t much help with that whatsoever.

I’ve convinced Six to join me in everyday tasks, like eating breakfast or even watching a movie. He’ll speak only few words if necessary. Which doesn’t stop me from rambling, venting out all my problems while he’ll sit and listen.

On this particular day, the house was quiet. It was one of those days where me and him kept our distance. I stayed curled up in my bed, the boredom becoming stronger. I could sense he was near, doing some rounds around the house and guarding every possible entry way.

The boredom let my mind wonder, I started to think more about Six. The lingering moments we would have at night, him eyeing me as I got a midnight snack in my skimpy pajamas. Or brushing against him as I walked past to return to bed. I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking. His facial expressions gave away nothing and I was at a complete loss.

I couldn’t help but squeeze my thighs together, thinking about what it would be like for his big hands to touch me all over. I thought about the vibrator I purchased before this whole ordeal. I felt embarrassed, to get myself off while he was just outside my room, protecting me.

I crawled out of bed and went to my dresser, opening the top drawer and digging for the hidden toy. Eager, I jumped right back into bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. I set the toy to low, putting it over my silk shorts. I hummed quietly, moving my hips against the vibration of the toy. I turned it up, I wasn’t use to the intensity of the vibration. I got lost in the moment, not thinking about my surroundings.

Not until I heard the floor creak. I jumped at the sound, at the door stood Six.

“Get out!” I squeal, putting the toy behind me.

He tilted his head, amused by my behavior.

“Didn’t you hear me? Leave!” I huff, putting my head in my hands.

He shook his head, “hm hm”, he closed the door.

“What’re you doing?” I asked curiously, watching his figure move over to the bed.

“Give it.” He Held his hand out, indicating he wanted the vibrator.

My face turned pink out of embarrassment, I did what he asked. I could barely look at him.

Six put the toy at his side, guarding it. He put a hand on my knee, “come ‘ere.” His hands grabbed both of my knees, pulling me closer. “Six-“ he interrupted me, “you wanna show me something?”

“Show what?” I pouted, unamused by the mocking.

“Show me how you fuck yourself” he hummed, his voice low and sweet with a hint of condescension. He watched my expression, “don’t get embarrassed now.”

“But I cant.” I shake my head, “not allowed to.”

He turned the toy on, putting it against my clothed clit. I gasped, “don’t-“

“Gotta keep it a secret ok? Just between you and me” his breath hitched, fixated on what he was doing.

I think for a moment, what harm could it be? “Okay…” I nod, “want you to play with me.”

“Fuck-“ he let out a low groan, “wanna see how wet this is making you hun, let’s get these off.” Six pulled my bottoms off, his eyes never leaving my body.

He disregarded the toy for a moment, going down to my pussy. He started sucking on my clit. “Six!” I gasped, he took me by surprise. “Please-“ he grabbed my thighs and put them on his shoulders.

“Tastes so good honey” he sighed, his tongue fucking me desperately.

I whimpered, grabbing at his hair and tugging. Six clearly enjoyed this as he moved his hips against the bed.

“See what you turn me into?” He looked up at me, “so fucking desperate and horny.” Six sat up, grabbing the toy again.

“Why’d you stop?” I whine, wanting his tongue again.

“Because” he took a moment to catch his breath, “I’m gonna fuck you with this” six holds the toy up, “and you’re gonna touch me okay?” His tone was gentle, almost perverted.

I nod, “okay.” His mouth quirked up slightly, a smirk forming, “such a good girl, now lay back for me.”

Six stood up, undoing the belt of his trousers and fly. “I’m gonna stand right here, and I’m gonna fuck your hand m’kay?”

“Yes” I blush, “I’ll do anything”

“Good” he rubbed his cock through his boxers with one hand and switched the toy back on with the other. He put the toy inside me, hitting that spot.

“Shit- it’s too much” I whimper, the toy’s setting on high.

“Shh” he pulled his cock out, “you can take it.”

I arched my back, taking in the sensation. I took him in my hand, jerking him off slowly.

He cursed under his breath. He mumbled, “keep going, you’re fucking me good.”

“Don’t stop! Please- fuck” I moaned, he thrusts the toy in and out, while I go faster with him. He moved his hips, fucking my hand.

“Jesus- keep going any faster and I’ll cum” he groans.

“Uh Huh” i close my eyes, “please let me cum, let me have it”

“Yeah? You want it? Cum for me” he fucked me with the toy harder.

“I’m coming ” I squirm, my orgasm rushing over me, letting myself release.

“Oh fuck” he couldn’t hold back himself, “gonna cum on your fucking face.” I let go, and he started jerking his cock through his orgasm. His cum dripping onto my face. “Look so pretty like that” he sighed, “never gonna give you privacy again doll.”

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toreigh · 9 months

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CAN I REQUEST SUB! KEN WITH W PRAISE KINK PLEASE 🙏 ur amazing ily

Those eyes | ken!ryan x reader

summary: Set in the real world, you take Ken to the fair for the first time. Having a little too much fun, things get.. A little out of hand in the House Of Mirrors. Need I say more, someone ends up on their knees. Also loosely based off the song Those Eyes- New West. MINORS DNI.

pairings: ken!ryan x reader

word count: 1,719

warnings/notes: SMUT! p in v, cursing, spitting, unprotected sex, creampie, praise kink, oral (m receiving), sub dynamics. ken is obsessed with you, but what’s new?

“Ready?” You said.

“So ready.” He replied smiling.

You took Kens hand leading him to the Ferris Wheel. You had come here last week with Gloria and she showed you everything there is to a fair.

"C'mon you're gonna like this one a lot." You said smiling.

Bringing Ken to the fair made him act like a kid again. He was pointing at what you two should do next, smiling ear to ear. He also said he would win you a pink teddy bear.

You were just admiring the view. Both of the views actually. All the lights down below, and Ken. The perfect taper of his jaw, the way his eyes look. He was all yours.

After getting off you took him to a couple more rides before he insisted on winning you the pink teddy from earlier.

You watched as he scored perfectly, winning it with ease. He handed it to you proudly.

"Thank you, my perfect boy." You praised. His cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink.

"Let's go there's a food you just have to try." You said pulling him in the directions of funnel cakes. Bear in one hand Kens hand in the other.

Once you got it Ken was walking towards a table trying to eat it on the way, and got a little bit of whipped cream on his nose. It made you giggle and when he asked what was up you just took a picture, showing it to him. Causing him to give you the same mark, and you two broke out laughing in the middle of the crowd, and no one else knew why.

Sitting down you fed each other the funnel cake like a couple on their wedding night. You had the most fun possible. By the end of it you were food drunk, and gave this devastating smile. Well honestly he thought everything you did was perfect.

"Cmon there's one more thing we have to try before it closes." You said taking his hand. The House of Mirrors.

Being one of the last people in line you had to use the restroom so you told Ken to wait there of course. He didn't really protest.

He did get a little worried when he had to enter without you, but oh would you be back.

It takes all of five minutes before he's lost though. A few minutes pass by with nothing but his own reflection. Off in the distance Ken hears faint shuffling sounds. Ken can feel his heart rate increasing.

"Kennyy!" You call out knowing he's close. You let out a small giggle as he lets out a relaxing sigh.

Thats when he sees you dressed in that white and pink outfit he couldn't get enough of.

"Stop it" He bites out, as its still only your reflection.

"Are you alone Kenny?" You ask.

"Obviously," He breathes. Trying to pin point your reflection still. He honestly gives up waiting for you to find him.

When he suddenly feels hot breath on his back, sending shivers down his spine. You press your front to his back snaking your arms around his slutty waist.

"Thats such a good boy." You mutter.

He spins around looking down at you ready to respond when you crash your lips to his. He can't get enough of you, his hands finding your waist rubbing up and down. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. Your like a drug he cant recover from at this point. He pulls away only for you kiss him again deepening the slutty kiss.

You suck his bottom lip into your mouth, making his cock throb and he suddenly remembers what its like for you to have your hot little mouth around his cock. He moans involuntarily at the sensation.

You can taste the arousal at this point kissing him like its the last thing you'll ever do.

"Wait B just wait," He said sounding on edge. "what if someone catches us, really?" He finishes

"Mmm is someone scared? That's the fun of it Kenny." You said rubbing your bottom lip.

You spin him around to look at himself standing behind him you wrap your arms around him.

"Do you know what I love about The House of Mirrors?" You asked.

"What?" He said meeting your eyes in the mirror.

"I can see how perfect you are," you say creeping your hand lower "from every" your hand grazes over the most masculine part of him. "single, angle." You say squeezing him through his jeans causing him to involuntarily buck into your slight grip.

You slip off his jean jacket, reaching for the hem shirt you look at him for permission, he simply nods for an answer. Breathing heavily though his nose. You undress him slowly earning shivers down his cool skin.

Once he's fully undressed you step back getting a good look at his tanned, toned frame.

"You have to undress to." He said feeling very exposed.

"Well Kenny if you want that, you're gonna have to do it." You say twirling your hair around your finger.

He gives you the same respect. Slowly undressing you.

"Your soaked B." He said looking up at you as he pulls your pink panties down your thighs.

"Only for you, can't help it baby." You say in a seductive tone.

When he's done he stands back up looking down at you.

You give a smile that almost brings him to his knees.

Now it's show time. You kiss him on the lips then under the jawline, slowly creeping lower. Peppering kisses all over. You make sure to take it extra slow on the V-line. Making him let of inpatient whimpers, you know he's not proud of.

Finally wrapping your little hand around the base he lets out a frustrated sigh. You kiss his angry red lip adorning a bead of arousal.

"The perfect fucking cock." You praise looking up at him through your lashes as his cock twitches getting harder at the praise.

You finally let your tongue come out teasing his tip, wrapping your lips around the tip finally. You make sure to set a devastatingly slow pace.

His hips struggle to stay still after a while, you pick up the pace teasing the underside of his head. You see him struggling to hold back and know he's close. His hands find your hair, not to guide you or force you anywhere, but purely because he needs something to hold onto.

Only when you felt him twitch in your mouth did you pull of with a audible pop.

Leaving him whimpering with need and his cock twitching with want.

Right before he spoke you cut him off. "But I want your cum inside me."

"You asked so nicely." He said taking your hand and helping you up.

You turned towards the mirror running the tip through your slick folds. You didn't even need foreplay just him.

He finally pushed in and you both gasped at the feeling. You felt so full, and your warm slick cunt was clenching him so, so good. He started to move slowly.

Starting to move fast you could feel him hitting your G-spot.

"Fucking me, so, good." You moaned out each word punctuated by a thrust. His cheeks always flushed it turned him on, his praisee kink through the roof.

Fluttering around you knees got week as you started to go down to the cool glass floor and he followed.

Then he leaned back, scooting his legs underneath you, and he placed you solidly on his lap. Your knees were arched, sitting on the lower of his stomach as he tucked a hand behind, keeping the other one on your clit.

He stroked you hard now. Four fingers abused your swollen area as he fucked up into you. You started to moan from the sudden stimulation as he watched you with grave interest in the mirror. Your head tilted back onto his shoulder, but no he wanted you to watch.

“Look at yourself while you come. Watch yourself come on my cock.” He said into your ear making you whimper and look up at him.

You felt your tummy tighten and build. It all felt like too much as you started to squirm. That unfamiliar knot unraveled at a speed so intense that stars prickled in your eyes. Everything turned black. Pitch black. So dark that you believed you passed out for seconds.

You came in a way you’d never done before. Your orgasm squirted out. Hips and dick covered in juices. Because he held you down on his dick as you came, he always did.

“Look at you, you’ve made a mess of us.” He said smirking at you, and caressing your boob. You whimpered leaning forward as his dick fell out, he whimpered at the loss of heat.

You turned around pushing him back so his back hit the cool glass. You finally got on top again wasting no time riding him hard. He began to moan he was so close again.

You kissed kiss swollen lips, before pulling back and whispering in his ear.

"C'mon gotta give it to me, that perfect cock always fucking me so good." You said as you felt him get impossibly harder and buck his hips.

"Give it to me my perfect boy." You said sweetly.

You stuck two fingers into his mouth pulling his bottom lip down and spit, and he swallowed it.

You kissed his lips praising him, sliding your tongue in his open mouth. You kissed him until he came inside you feeling warmth pool in your tummy. Kissing him till he couldn't kiss you back head thrown back in pleasure. His big hands slowly lifted you up because he was so sensative.

He helped you get dressed pulling your pink panties back up and using two fingers to push him cum inside. Pulling your shirt over your head he stood kissing your forehead.

After you gave him the same respect pulling his jean jacket on you could see him watching you in the mirror.

"What 'cha looking at." You said giggling.

"I just... cant get enough of you."

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hoppingonjim · 6 months

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freezing- Sierra Six

FOR THE LOML, MEGGY! who wanted a smut w degrading && ice play.

warnings: degrading, afab!reader, muscles, the word cunt (idk some people hate it), ice play, creampie, gagging, dumbification, dom!sierra, sub!reader, big dick.

note: i have never seen the movie and i dont know how to write ice all that great, so please forgive me if this sucks! i really did try. ily meg

“you're so fucking helpless without me, aren't you?”

in the dance of shadows, a sly grin adorns his face, mischief twinkling in those gleaming eyes that peer down upon you. his arms fashioned into a prison that jails you. a captive willingly ensnared, you relish in the immobility.

your knee wanders toward his crotch, gliding over the surface. a delicate exploration unfolds. it caresses, inquisitive and bold, gauging the hardness that pulsates beneath the fabric—a silent communion of anticipation.

a longing emerges within you, a fervent desire for him to embrace your yearning, to be swept away in the symphony of passion that beckons from the hidden recesses of desire.

a small smirk runs over your lips, “no. no i can get myself off just fine without you-”

those words don't delight his ears. already he can feel himself strain against the imprisoning boxers, “the fuck did you just say to me?” a small pause sufficed, “stay right there, fucking whore.”

without another word he leaves your limbs and core. abandoning you in all your thoughts. a solitary world as you slink your hand down to your clit. a finger sliding past your folds, getting a feel for the affects six casted upon you. a small click of a tongue is heard suddenly, glancing over you can see six holding a tray of, ice cubes?

sitting up only slightly, your head tilts, wondering, “what're all those for? we don't have any drinks-”

swiftly he's beside you. again. a hand moves to cup your cheek, the grip brought down by his finger tips mocking with every brush as soon the grip grows coarse, “you're so stupid baby. is anything even going on in that head of yours?” his question is accentuated by the way he takes his large hands, two knuckles and taps them against your temple, “fuckin' empty. lay back down.”

you aren't one to usually disobey, your head coddled by the pillow that lays below. hands leave your cheeks to command your legs in a forward position, and soon his fingers find coolness from the slippery ice.

"i don't want to hear none of your annoying whines, you're gonna keep that pretty mouth fucking shut, understand?" a stern gaze haunts your irises.

you only give him a nod. you know this game.

but what you didn't know is the way he'd pop an ice cube into his mouth. within seconds your legs were greeted with the trail of chilling wetness as he held the ice cube with his teeth, grazing it over your quivering skin. it was difficult to not blurt out a small whine your moan, you swore you could almost draw blood with how harsh you bit down on your bottom lip. teeth submerged.

your hips can only buck upward when the ice finally reaches your folds. soaking up your arousal and engulfing it in freezes. the touch leaves only the chilling sensation behind. once it begins to melt you feel it slide down your folds, back arching as a reactant to the very new sensations.

the ice cube fades fast with his breath, and soon his snow flake kissed tongue in inside of you. wiggling against your walls and beckoning to force a moan out of you. make you fall into his trap.

you felt stimulated in ways you never imagined before. and you couldn't hold it in anymore, a small moan slipped out from your lips.

like a large force of man he propped himself away from your sobbing slit, tongue blessed in your heat, "the fuck did i tell you earlier? you're such a dumb slut. fucking horny dumb slut."

the boxers end up bunched around his ankles before he discards them to the floor, adjacent to your swamp of clothing lurking on the wood. engorged and red, his tip is leaking with pre cum, veins strained as he can only imagine abusing your cunt.

boy, does he waste no time. you aren't given any warnings, your mouth wobbling out little apologies but his ears block them. for that brief moment he's focused on the tightness gripping his cock and grasping him.

"you're a filthy little slut huh? just a pretty face with a tight hole?" while his thrusts quickly grow savage his large hands reach over to the tray, picking up another cube. your nipples are already hard, goosebumps lining your areolas in anticipation before they were even met with the sparkling cold. your back arches instantly, again, not accustomed to the temperature drop. his cock pounding into your weeping slit only leaves your body sweltering.

you aren't able to hold back the squirms, "w-what the fuck, oh my god.. oh my god.."

for the moment he isn't able to respond to you, the overall sensations of you hugging him with your walls is heaven for him. a serendipitous escape from the life he's known. the one he leads. and yet you, in all your glory, let him take his pent up frustrations out on your pure body.

the tip of the ice cube began to drip down your body. lines of water waltzing down your sides, soaking up under your back in their path. your nipples fight the freeze before surrendering, and soon just as you moan, an ice cube falls into your mouth, "don't wanna hear you fucking whine baby." all that's able to escape your lips is a muffled bacchanal of whimpers, "aw princess, cat got your tongue?"

his biceps squeeze as he claws on the sheets below, strands of hair kissing sweat which falls beside you. the scars on his shoulders burst as he only grows desperate and animalistic. thighs and hamstring flexed in all their superiority with how needy his ramming becomes. more so, just to feel you cum harder on his cock, he- for the last time- plucks an ice cube. the cube is pressed hard against your whining clit, and although you try to argue, your mouth is hushed by its own cool cell.

"fucking fuck.. feel so good for me, tight fucking pussy huh? oh yeah, cum on this cock. 's all your good for, fuckin cum on it."

you're not one to disobey orders. tilting your head back, you find your release as you cum hard and heavy on his cock, your clit surrounded by a moat of chilling water. melted by the heat he's radiating onto your body. it doesn't even take a second before he's filling you up, his fat cock drenching you in a large load of his cum. he's proud of it too, claiming you as his. something he does over and over. indulging in pure sin with you. marking you- there's nothing better.

the ice cube in your mouth withers down, your lips coated in thawed ice, "f-fuck.. you-"

again, he's cupping your cheek. a shaking thumb gliding over your bottom lip slowly in order to plump it out. pressing hard, pulling almost as he pants, "you're such a good whore for me, you know that? say it. fucking say it."

"i'm your good whore, sir."

pleasure for him doesn't solely exist in the neediness that lines you, but in the dirty words that he's able to reel from your throat. only, he isn't satisfied.

"fucking prove it then, get those moving lips on this fucking cock."

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ken-dom · 7 months

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A Long Time

Holland March x afab!reader

Summary: Holland wants you, but he's scared to move on.

Warnings/content: nsfw, reader has a vagina, fingering, hand job, angst, mentions of Holland's wife, crying, praise, alcohol and smoking mention

The record comes to a crackling end, but Holland carries on swaying with you, snaking his lithe arms ever tighter around your waist, holding you impossibly closer.

He presses your bodies flush as though he's worried that the end of the last song means the end of your arms around him, but he wants to stay here forever, head dropped to bury his face against your neck, your arms reaching up around his shoulders.

'Mmh. You feel so fucking good,' he mumbles against your shoulder, his voice weak and cracking halfway.

He shifts his hips and you feel his hard cock brushing against your stomach through the layers of your clothing.

'Holland...' you breathe, pulling back to encourage him to face you.

Your gaze flicks down to his lips and back up to meet his eyes. They’re shining, full of adoration and sleepiness and just a touch too much alcohol. And something else. A sadness you can't quite place.

His shaky breath fills the inch between you.

'It's been a long time... I-' he hesitates, almost too whispered to hear.

His eyes follow the same pattern yours just did, and he doesn't flinch when you edge toward his lips, testing the waters.

He pushes forward too, lips crashing onto yours, and it's tingly and soft and hot, and he’s overcome with a sensation of drowning in you. He hasn't felt like this since... well, since-

All the wonder he felt from slow dancing with you amplifies until an all-encompassing wave engulfs him in the most comforting way, pulling his soul clean from his body and proceeding to carefully piece it back together until he feels almost whole again.

Your tongue slips between his lips for a moment and you taste the liquor he’s been sipping all night and the cigarette he smoked immediately after dinner.

His tongue brushes against yours, playful and excited.

When the kiss slows to a natural end, you drop back.

'Jesus!' He exclaims through a heavy exhale. 'Can we do that again?!'

You chuckle as your hand slides down from his shoulder, biting your lip mischievously when your fingers reach the waistband of his trousers.

Holland freezes. 'Oh, I- uh-'

You drop your hand to your side while your heart sinks, heavy and . You think he'll ask you to leave so he can wallow in unhappiness all while you taste him for days, feel him pressed against you for days, wishing he would finally open up to you.

But he hasn't let go yet.

'When I said it had been a long time... I meant, it's been a really long time... Jesus, I’ll probably cum before you even touch me.'

You take a deep breath and smile up at him, core clenching at hearing him talk about cumming so openly, watching the way his long eyelashes close over his eyes and his cheeks glow with the prickling heat of shame he feels at admitting it.

'I'm trying to be romantic and I already said the word cum,' he huffs, annoyed with himself.

'You have been romantic. All night.' Your hand comes back up, softly cupping his cheek this time so your thumb can stroke gently at the corner of his moustache.

'And I don't care when you cum.' - His eyes widen in surprose at hearing you say it - 'We can just carry on dancing, or we could kiss again, if you'd like.'

'No, no, I want to- I... fuck-' he growls in frustration.

'It's alright,' you soothe, gesturing to the sofa.

He loosens his arms and drops down onto it, spinning the both of you around and unintentionally pulling you on top of him in the process, so that you end up sitting sideways in his lap, legs stretched across the seats and Holland’s arms still around you, as if he's carried you here bridal style.

He gasps when you shift to get comfortable and unintentionally rub against his aching length, squeezing his eyes closed for a moment to compose himself.

'It's ok if you want to take it slow. I can wait for you, as long as you need... Dinner with me was a big step… why don't we aim to start off with something you feel comfortable doing?'

Your simple suggestion seems to spark something in him; his face lights up and he licks his lips in thought. It's kind of silly and yet somehow seductive, and it makes your core clench.

'Well... my wife always said I was good with my hands...' he drawls, considering the tattoo across the top of his right hand and wondering if perhaps it would be an untrue statement tonight. He felt happy when you ate dinner by candlelight, and then while he was dancing with you. He was sure of it.

'She used to say a lot of shit I didn't understand. You know she was British? But I know one thing I could start with that she used to really like... something that drove her wild. Maybe you'll like it too?'

There's a touch of heartbreak in his voice and it crushes the fluttering butterflies in your stomach for a moment. You're overcome with wanting to hold him, to help him through his pain, but even he doesn't know where to begin with that.

Whatever he wants right now, though, you know you'll do for him. That would be a start, at least.

'Show me,' you request simply, expecting him to hold your hand while he kisses you, push his fingers up to bunch in your hair, maybe even massage your shoulders a little.

But as the arm beneath you moves to cradle your neck, his other hand slides down, cupping your slightly bent knee.

'Spread your legs for me,' he says softly, pulling at the knee he's caressing.

It's so unexpected, so throwaway, that you almost miss what he's asking of you.

'Holland? Are you sur-ohhh- mmh...'

His fingertips trail up your thigh as he watches your face intently, sparks shooting up to your core as his fingers drag ever closer. It already feels electric, and he hasn't even started touching you yet. At least, not where you're already aching for him to.

'H-Holland, are you sure you- w-want to-' you try again, breathless.

'Shhh,' he smiles, fingers finally toying with the elastic of your underwear. 'I want to do this more than anything... god I've missed this...'

He slides your underwear aside with ease, dipping his middle finger inside to collect your slick, spreading it through your folds and up to massage your throbbing clit.

You jolt upward as he circles your sensitive nub with incredibly delicate precision, his elegant fingers dancing in perfect time with the needs your body, as though he can read your mind and predict what you'll need next.

As much as you've daydreamed about his long fingers playing with you just like this, you never thought he'd actually be any good at it. Holland isn't elegant, precise, delicate... he's klutzy, kind of dumb... often drunk. You half expected he would rub at you fiercely without skill or thought, but this? This feels like he knows your body better than you know your own.

'Jesus, you're so wet...' he coos delightedly through smirking lips, pushing his finger back inside and curling it perfectly against your sweet spot while you moan and writhe in his lap.

Your back arches and he pumps faster, holding you tight with his other arm to keep you from sliding off his long legs in your throes of ecstasy.

His own arousal is killing him, simmering beneath his desire to bring you off spectacularly. He needs to see your pleasure before he can focus on his own, needs something to think about instead of how his wife used to feel.

He can hold off, he's sure of it, but it's getting harder to ignore now that precum is steadily leaking from his throbbing tip, and you're squirming across his lap with your legs spread wide, eyes squeezed shut, mouth dropped open, a never-ending string of desperate cries echoing around his house from the pleasure he's bringing you.

You wrap your fingers around his tie, pulling him down, and scream his name as your climax finally hits, his finger buried inside you and his thumb pressed to your clit, fucking you mercilessly with his unexpectedly clever fingers.

When you come to, blurred vision clearing and the ringing of pleasure in your ears subsiding, you look up to see him sucking his fingers clean. You almost pass out at the sight.

'Fuck, Holland. I wasn't expecting that... I can see why your wife was such a fan.'

You slide yourself up to straddle him, adjusting your underwear as you settle above him.

'I think I'm pretty good with my hands too, you know... do you think you're ready for me to show you?'

Holland's face crinkles in confusion. 'Aren't you spent?' he asks incredulously.

'No, Holland, I mean on you.'

His eyes widen in realisation, and he nods.

Without hesitation, you pop his trousers open and slip a hand inside, humming at the copious amount of precum coating his thick, throbbing length.

'I don't know how your wife would do it,' you whisper carefully, 'but I hope you like it the way I do.'

Holland whines and buries his face into the crook of your neck, a tear slipping from his glistening eyes, wetting your cool flesh. You wrap your other arm around his shoulders when you feel it, holding him close to you.

'Just relax, ok? Focus on my touch, on my voice. I've got you... you're so hard... you need this, baby. It doesn't matter if you cum-'

'UGH! Jesus! Fuck!' he cries, muffled against your throat, voice cracking into a high pitched whine.

He shudders through his release, safe in your arms, trembling as the last of his seed spills inside his underwear and over your hand, thick and hot. There's so much of it you wonder when was the last time he came.

You lean forward to place him against the back of the sofa again, and he shakes, tears pouring down his face. You brush his mussed hair away from his forehead and loosen his tie enough to remove it, tossing it behind you.

'Shhh, baby, it's alright.' You wipe the tears from his cheeks with your clean hand, and he leans into your touch. 'You did so well for me. I know it's been a while.'

'Please... kiss me again,' he breathes helplessly, reaching up to push his fingers into your hair and pull you closer.

It's not as heated as your last kiss. It's slow, languid, needy but without the sexual tension. A different kind of need.

You feel him relax beneath you and pull away to catch your breath, opening your eyes to see Holland fast asleep. Smiling.

#not s f w 💀#holland march #holland march x reader #holland march x you #holland march x y/n #holland march smut #holland march fic #the nice guys #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling x y/n #ryan gosling fic #ryan gosling smut #ryan gosling #the nice guys 2016 #the nice guys fic #ken-dom writes

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wiidvw · 8 months

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HEAR ME OUT-

a fanfic where reader rides gosling!kens abs

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#ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling smut #ken #ken x reader #ken smut #ryan gosling x black!reader

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stupidfuckingwindow · 6 months

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You // Driver

Tw: NSFW, Driver eats you out. That's it, that's the fic. He's also a stalker, but you're into it.

Driver holding you down was inspired by @silverlynx87 in the goosecord 🔥❤️

Word count: 598

His gloved hands cup your knees, slowly pulling your thighs apart. Momentarily, his fingers flex against your legs, slightly shifting his grip so he can better hold you open.

Driver plucks the toothpick from his lips, flicking it somewhere with little thought or regard directed towards the action. And, while he's still almost fully clothed, you aren't. There's no barrier between him and you. The raging erection he's harboring visibly strains against his jeans, and you're sure he's already cum just from watching you undress, based off of the way he can't keep still.

His hands lightly tremble against your thighs as he slots himself between them, breathing lightly hitching up in anticipation.

Not even ten minutes ago, you'd caught him rummaging through your drawers, your panties balled up tightly in hand. You've had your suspensions about the quiet neighbor a few doors down, but this is your first time actually catching him in the act.

As if seeing him everywhere you went wasn't already enough.

He hasn't taken his eyes off your face once, pupils blown out and heavily fixated on you. Driver's breath is warm against your exposed cunt, coming out in hot puffs like he's an overheating machine and trying to cool down.

His hands slide down from your thighs down to your hips, crowding closer and hooking your legs over his shoulders. You can hear him swallow harshly, breathing changing again into something shakier, like something's just wracked him.

Driver's shocked, in all honesty. Not that he'd ever admit it.

He'd been expecting anger, fear, confusion. Not being dropped to his knees and finally getting to see you in nothing. But that's what he'd wanted, isn't it? Going through all this effort to watch you because he'd wanted you. Wanted you so badly that he'd gotten caught in his haste. He hadn't heard the jingling of keys or your doorknob being turned.

His cock almost painfully aches between his legs, feeling trapped. Cum soaks through his boxers and sticks the fabric to his own thighs and abdomen. The usual familiarity of his jacket is now too hot for his skin, just barely restraining him. Though, without it, he's sure he would've already lost all semblance of control by now and would be fucking you against the wall.

He wets his lips nervously, peering at you through long, pretty lashes. His hair is slightly tousled, a few blond stands framing his face as opposed to being tucked in their normal spot.

Driver watches you, still, as his left hand glides over your lower stomach, holding you down as a precaution. Once he's sure you won't be squirming too much, he finally leans forward to softly suck at your clit. A muffled groan instantly leaves him at the feeling and taste, the sound vibrating against your core.

His eyes almost roll into the back of his skull, and they flutter shut from the pleasure he's giving you. The sinful moan that leaves you already has his dick twitching, and his hips buck, searching for any semblance of friction that he can get.

He pulls off your clit with a quiet, lewd popping noise, moving his head down to give attention to your centre. Driver's tongue dips between your folds, flattening his tongue to lick a long stripe upwards.

When your thighs threaten to close around his head, he lets them; desperate to feel you more.

When his eyes open again, they're back on you, studying how your face contorts from pleasure. The sight makes his hips rock against nothing, and he's already cumming, again.

Fuck.

#ryan gosling #drive (2011)#driver #n.sfw.#driver x reader #driver x you #driver smut #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling smut #drive 2011 #He's so hot what the fuck

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thewinnerbaby · 8 months

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someone please write this BUT please give me credit for the idea if you do THANK U 💖💕💝💘

#barbie #barbie movie #margot barbie #margot robbie #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ryan gosling smut #ryan gosling x you #ryan gosling fanfic #fanfic

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stanfanfiction · 9 months

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Taste of You - Ken / fem! Reader fanfic - PART TWO

Edit: multiple parts have been uploaded and can be found on my pinned Masterlist on my profile :)

Tags/ warnings: 18+ ONLY / virgin Ken / oral (f and m receiving) / lots of fluff and horny angst / bashful Ken / first time sex / Ken being confused and adorable and hot / slow burn / smut / praise k!nk

Ken stared at you, nodding slightly, but his nerves seemed to still get the better of him at your soft command to “get in the bed.” You touched his cheek gently. He hummed happily, nuzzling his cheekbone into your palm, eyes twinkling, still looking at you, enjoying being treated so gently.

“What is it, Ken?”

He closed his eyes for a moment, breathed in, and brought a hand up to make sure your hand stayed against his cheek. He shrugged the tiniest bit, glancing away when he opened his eyes again. “I, well, I thought I knew enough….to…I wanted to…impress you.”

Any shred of his forced “cool” demeanor completely gone, you smiled at him, small and quiet. “You do impress me, Ken.”

He stared. “Don’t lie to me. Please,” he whispered, sounding choked up.

You shook your head. “I’m not. I won’t.” You get why Ken might not have the best self esteem, especially considering his kind of forced himbo status since his “birth” into the world and considering how, reading through the lines based on what Ken had told you, that all of the Kens back in Barbieland held the same level of intellect. So you got why he would, here with you in your world, definitely feel overwhelmed and possibly not the brightest.

Ken glanced down at himself again, still holding your palm to his cheek. “You promise?”

“Ken, everyone has to learn this kind of thing this way, and have someone show them.”

He stood a little straighter then. “Yeah?”

“Mmmhmm.” You slowly reached your free hand towards his cock, which did somehow resemble a gorgeously huge, fake looking sex toy you would get at a shop. But then, he WAS technically a doll…somehow…even here, in your world..you stopped thinking too hard about it as you wrapped your hand softly around the base of him, not wanting to move too fast, making sure he felt comfortable with everything. He inhaled sharply as you applied pressure with your hand, although not moving it yet.

“Is this okay, Ken?” You whispered.

He continued to stare at your hand wrapped around him as you kept a steady grip on his shaft, gently gliding up to his tip. As you circled your thumb around his crown, he let out the most gorgeous shiver. The noise that escaped his lips was almost silent but made you suddenly desperate to hear more, hear him louder.

“How is this?” You asked, thumb continuing to rub on him.

He exhaled loudly, his hand gripping the your one that he had been holding to his face by the wrist and squeezing, almost in pulses, unintentionally in time with the bolts of pleasure he was feeling as you touched him.

“This is…it’s good. Really,” he swallowed, “really good.” He shuddered again, and you knew you had to get him on the bed and start to have your way with him already.

“Ken, can I keep doing this to you? But, on the bed?”

He finally looked back up into your eyes. His pupils were huge, and he breathed through his mouth - god, how the fuck were you so attracted to his mouth now, and thinking of the things you would teach him to do with it.

“Mmmhmm,” he replied, short, simple. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just lie back, get comfortable.” You removed your hand from his groin, and he moaned in disappointment. “I’ll start again, once you’re..” you nodded to the bed directly behind you. He walked to where you had directed, not letting go of your wrist, and sat down, staring at you expectedly. You felt like you should have been frustrated but somehow every moment of this was just blissful, quiet, mesmerizing. Watching him was *truly* mesmerizing.

“Okay, get further up the bed. Lay back for me.”

He did as you asked, still not letting go of your wrist, thus pulling you up towards the headboard with him. It was as if he was afraid you would leave if he let you go.

“Good Ken,” you said, not really thinking through your words until you heard him breathe in sharply again. Oohhhh….of course he would have a praise kink. And of course he wouldn’t even known what a *kink* is yet, you thought.

His eyes trained on you every moment, you straddled him slowly. His gaze flickered up to your face, your lips, down to your legs suddenly encasing his hips, back to your eyes, then your hand as you set it firmly onto his muscled chest.

“I’m going to need this hand back,” you said, gesturing to your imprisoned wrist.

Ken shook his head. You bit back a giggle. “Why, Ken?”

“I don’t want to,” he said simply, not forced or dominant, just…an answer.

“It’ll be easier to make you feel good if you do.”

He paused, then using that same wrist, pulled you down towards him. You were a bit shorter than he was, so even with your hips at the same distance as his, your face barely hovered over his head as you were forced to lean over him, your free hand supporting you still ground into his chest. You weren’t sure what it was he needed, but the tension between you was so thick -

Ken reached his free hand up to tangle in your hair, lifting his head up to suck your lips into his. A moan escaped you effortlessly as he nipped and pulled on your mouth. As you gently dug your nails into his chest, his hips bucked, unexpectedly for the both of you. His head fell back immediately and you were now beginning to become slightly annoyed that he didn’t know what he was doing, because he bare cock stabbing into your panties just then made you want to ride him, hard and NOW. He gasped at the same time you did, staring up at the ceiling as in disbelief.

“THIS is why I need both my hands, Ken,” you said, your voice firm now. He looked at you, his body stiff, chest heaving.

“If you don’t like anything, literally anything at all, tell me. I will stop.” You stared back at him, and saw in his eyes that he believed you. “I promise.”

He finally released your wrist. Somehow the loss of his grip actually made you sad for a moment. You cursed yourself in your head then sat back up, moving your hips down a bit so his groin was now fully exposed to you. Your core sat on his thighs, his thick muscular, dear fucking god I bet he will be able to fuck like a stud, between those thighs and those abs and - you forced yourself to focus, Ken lying motionless beneath you and staring. The guy never seemed to stop staring.

You breathed in and wrapped both of your hands around his cock, firmly. He moaned loudly, head falling back into the pillows, and you decided it was best to just keep moving because if you asked him if he was okay every time you made a move, this would probably last days…not that it would be a bad thing, but…

You began stroking him up and down, making sure to squeeze a little more at the tip and rub your thumb around it before going back down like he seemed to enjoy earlier. And he was very much enjoying it. He grasped the covers beneath him, eyes squeezed shut, moaning loudly at every sensation. His breathing became so rapid you were *almost* worried he was going to hurt himself.

“Is this good, Ken?” You asked, not stopping your movements.

“Ahhmmm..mmhmm…I..AHH!” He sputtered his words, and you felt even more heat grow in your core, watching this man be absolutely destroyed by your touch. His body shivered deliciously, his muscles flexing every time he tensed.

You leaned over without announcement, taking his tip into your mouth and moving it in rhythm with your hands. The noise he made…dear. Fucking. God. He looked down at you now, his eyes wide, his legs trembling a little.

You smiled, more to yourself than to him, as you pushed as much of him into your mouth as you could handle. Ken made a sobbing noise and gripped your hair tightly in both hands. You knew he didn’t intend to, but he was actually pulling a little too hard, and you discovered it turned you on more. You began sucking him a little faster, taking breaks to suck and lick only his tip, then going back down as far to his base as you could muster.

“I…fuck…Y/n…I can’t -“

You sat up, releasing his member from your lips, but still holding him with one hand. You actually felt concerned. “Are you okay?”

“I need…I can’t…breathe.”

You climbed back up closer to him, hovering over his torso, taking his face in both of your hands. His pupils were fully blown, his hair messy from tossing it back and forth on the pillows, and his entire body was flushed. He looked like he had just been fucked out of his mind. Your fingers on his cheeks seemed to soothe him, and again he reached a hand up to hold one of your hands and cradle it as he leaned into your palm.

“Are you okay, Ken?”

His eyes closed, he hummed an answer that sounded winded but content.

“What do you need?” you asked.

“Mmmmmm. Just you.” He sounded almost drugged, smiling and turning his face to plant kisses into your palm.

“Do you not want me to finish?”

“Finish what?”

Holy shit. He didn’t even know what a climax was. You were dumbfounded for just a moment, not knowing what to say. He helped snap you out of it.

“Why aren’t you undressed, y/a?” The sudden realization dawned on him, and he leaned up onto his elbows, you moving back a little to avoid him literally smashing his face into yours.

“I, uhh…was wanting to focus on your first.”

He cocked his head. “But in the movie -“

“Yes, I know, they were both not wearing clothes.”

“Do you dislike not wearing clothes?”

His desire to discover an answer was - why did everything he was doing right now make you want to fuck him more.

“Oh!” He sat up more, face bright with a new realization, and now you fully straddled his lap as his hands came up to wrap around your waist, almost as if a seatbelt to keep you safe. “Is it because I’m supposed to undress you? Like how you undressed me?”

You didn’t know why you kept losing your words tonight, but now it was fucking happening again.

You were taken off guard as he wrapped his hands around your small nightly, pulling it off in one easy, swift motion. He smiled at your proudly, and you just stared at him in disbelief, until he glanced down and saw your breasts. Then his entire face became entranced. You didn’t realize you were covering yourself with your hands until you spoke.

“Now I KNOW you’ve seen this. These were aalll over that movie.”

“Yes, but those weren’t yours.” He reached up and pulled your arms away easily, gazing at you as if opening a fascinating book for the first time. You held your breath as he held you open for him, his lips parting slightly as if in a trance. He leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth without warning, and you caught yourself pulling back from the sudden touch. Ken seemed to sense that you weren’t saying “no” as much as you were saying, “Oh, I wasn’t expecting that,” and he placed both large hands onto your back and he easily pulled you into him again, this time his lips latching tightly onto your nipple.

Now it was your turn to shudder. He sucked gently and hearing your moan, pulled you between his lips a little harder. You exhaled loudly when his tongue swept over it, and he hummed contentedly, continuing his exploration of your nub for awhile longer. You placed your hands on his shoulders, not needing to balance yourself but wanting to touch him as he held you firmly in place with his own hands, pressing harder into your back so you were easier to suck on, to take more of your breast into his mouth. You bucked when he bit down, gently, but still without expectation, and he grunted when your clothed vulva once again pressed against his naked cock.

He pulled away, looking up at you. Now YOU were flushed and heaving and…all over a goddamn nipple? Fuck. What was happening.

You looked at him, suddenly feeling a little self conscious again. “Hi,” you whispered.

He beamed at you in adoration. “I made you feel good, too?”

You exhaled and smiled, laughing a soft, breathy giggle. “Yes, Ken.”

“I’m good at this now?”

You brought your hands up to run your fingers along the back of his neck, and his expression let you know this was another new sensation he hadn’t experienced before. “You are very good at this, Ken.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, sighing, holding you close to him. Honestly, you were thankful for this moment, you needed a breather. You stayed like this until he pulled back, once again looking confused. Your stomach flipped. Oh no, what this time?

“The man went off screen to go down on the woman, too. Like when the woman went offscreen…she was doing what you did to me?”

You realized what was about to happen and blushed so deeply you felt the heat in your cheeks literally burn. “Mmmhmm,” you got out.

He looked down at you, at your panties still covering your core. “Then it’s my turn to do that to you.” He smiled, confident he had given you the correct answer and that you would be proud of him. He reached for the tops of your panties but you stilled his hands, suddenly VERY nervous.

Ken frowned. “What is it? Are you confused like I was earlier?”

Your mind raced. Of course you had had sex before, many times, actually. But suddenly being put in a position to REALLY have to focus on literally every single detail, down to introducing this man to what a woman’s privates looked like, how to touch them, studying every sound and movement you made, and how incredibly vulnerable that made you feel…you were frozen for a moment.

Ken remained silent, contemplating what he was supposed to say. You seemed anxious like he had been earlier, so, you must have been feeling the same worries that he had, he mused. He racked his brain for a moment, then said, “If you don’t like anything, literally anything at all, tell me. I will stop.” He smiled now, obviously proud of himself for remembering what you had told him earlier. You realized he assumed that what must be said every time someone was about to give another oral sex. It must just be the “normal” thing in his mind - and he had zero idea what giving oral to you was going to be like.

You nodded slowly, and looking genuinely concerned, he began moving one hand up and down your back gently, tracing your curves with his fingers. It’s as if he knew he needed to help you relax, and his instinct this time was finally perfect. Your body became less rigid, and he moved the other hand to hold and squeeze your other breast, and you became dizzy and…just…fuck it.

You leaned into him completely, kissing his jawline, his neck, his collarbone, leaving tiny bites here and there, loving the gasps he made and how certain areas that felt particularly good made his grip on you tighten. His chest melted into yours as he kissed you greedily, hungrily, and he ran his tongue along your lips. You moaned and could tell he smiled a little, feeling proud. He knew now that you liked his tongue, a lot.

After awhile longer, he pulled back, looking back down at your panties. “Can I take these off now? Please?”

He fucking said please….

You took a deep breathe, and climbed off of his lap. He whined at the loss of contact as you reached to pull your panties off.

“No!” He started, hand reaching out. “No, that’s my job to do.”

“This isn’t like a formal thing, Ken.”

Confusion. Again.

“Just let me do it,” he pleaded, not seeming to want to understand what you had said, but literally giving you puppy dog eyes as he held the waistband of your panties in both hands now, only waiting for you to give permission. You didn’t think he really understood the concept of consent, but that he just really didn’t want to do anything to upset you.

You laid back in the bed onto your back now, and he watched every moment, the most loving look on his face. You nodded finally, taking your hands away from his, allowing him the access he craved.

He smiled as he pulled the clothing off of you, leaving you completely bare. You worked hard not to force your thighs together, just breathe, just let him see.

He didn’t say anything at first. He was still, as if working to understand, once again, something he had never seen before.

Fuck, fuck, fuck stop feeling self-conscio-

You internal scolding hushed as he gripped both of your thighs again, pulling you open. You held your arm over your mouth, trying to just be silent. You didn’t feel shame per say, but this was all such a mind-fuck and you -

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He sighed.

You looked over your arm, and he continued boring his gaze into your core. “So, so beautiful, Y/N.” One of his hands begin grazing up one of your thighs, and once again you worked to control your breathing. His fingertips ever so goddamn gently touched your clit, and you gasped, His barely-there touch was electric. “I’ve never seen anything like this before,” he cooed. “You’re incredible.”

One finger ran down your entire core, slowly, studying every little crease it could find, memorizing you. You let out a small sob yourself, just trying to get through whatever wonderful torture this was.

Ken looked back up at you. “Hey, Y/N?” You were silent, expecting him to be asking another sex question. “Y/n? Please? Will you look at me?”

You did as he asked, his stunning, chiseled body planted firmly in front of you. Oh god, the things running through your mind that could literally happen at any moment if you’d just fucking explain them to him.

“Yes, Ken?” You breathed.

“How do I make you feel good now? I…haven’t seen one…”

You nodded, working through how exactly you wanted to introduce him to this new segment. “Uhm,” you began, deciding maybe it was best if you did the touching, at the least for now.

“So, this area here,” you touched your clit with a finger, pressing on it slightly, chills running through you. Chills that Ken definitely noticed. He looked excited but focused.

“And here,” you went lower, slowly, “is the vagina.” You held your lips open a little so you could show him easier.

“Mmmhmm. Okay.” He encouraged you to go on, letting you know he was paying attention.

You decided you would stop feeling any form of embarrassment from this point forward and just force yourself to enjoy this, not think about it…

“The vagina,” you said, dipping one of your fingers into it, but didn’t continue when you heard him gasp, his eyes wide.

“So I put my fingers on your clit and in your vagina and that makes you feel good?”

“Mmmhmmm,” you replied, slowly taking your finger back out to rub your clit again.

“Okay, yeah, mmhmm I can do that.” He was talking more to himself than to you, and hurriedly moved the hand you were using to touch yourself out of his way, eager to try.

“Wait, Ken!”

He startled at your command. He looked almost incredulous, why would you stop something right when he understood?

“Listen.” You sat up now, holding his hands. “This is…there’s a LOT that goes on from this point forward.”

He nodded, listening, wrapping his hands around yours in a protective way.

“You don’t have to just use fingers.”

He nodded quickly, letting go of your hands. “Yes, I know.”

“Ken, you -“

He shushed you with his lips again, pushing you back onto the bed, his weight fulling pressing into you. You moaned, and you knew at the moment you were wet enough for anything he had to offer. He smiled again. “You took such good care of me. Let me take care of you. I know what you need now.”

He slowly began kissing down your neck, your jawline, your collarbone, mimicking the tiny nips you had given him. You closed your eyes and shivered, trusting him to just discover as he went along for now.

He tenderly kissed your breasts, your navel, your hips, holding them while he loved on you firmly, making sure you knew he wanted you to stay there.

When he got down to your core again, you opened your eyes, watching. His eyes met yours, and he smiled one more time, quiet yet confident. A single digit pressed against your clit, circling it, learning how it moved underneath his touch. You moaned softly, and that was enough for him to lower it down to your opening, holding your lips open with his other hand like you had shown him. You braced for “impact,” but all he did was trace around it, staring at it, then back at you. The almost ghost of a touch was fascinating to experience. You had never felt anyone look at you, touch you with so much love, so much care.

“Does it hurt when I put my finger in?” He asked, still circling the muscle gently.

“Mmm, uh, sometimes. If I’m not wet enough.”

He took a moment to contemplate that answer, then leaned down and placed the most delicate kiss into your folds, his touch and breath making you absolutely melt. You wrapped a hand in his hair and just basked in the moment. “What a good Ken.”

This made him even more confident, and he began kissing your core more, up and down, and honestly it felt so wonderful you didn’t want to tell him to do anything else, until his lips suddenly wrapped around your clit and sucked.

You hips bucked and your cried out, and Ken’s eyes sparkled up at yours with joy of figuring out something that *really* made you feel good, and he began lapping at it with his tongue, in the exact same order he had discovered tasing your nipple.

“Ohhh my god,” you panted, pulling his hair hard, which he seemed to love. “So good, Ken. You’re so good at - AHH! Fuck, god, you are incredible.”

Once you started almost mewling, he moved his lips down to your opening, and slowly traced his tongue around it. You were done. Your body went into alternating spasms of being limp then becoming rigid with every movement. When he stuck his tongue inside you, you basically began to sob. He hummed his approval as he licked you deeply in circles then slowly in and out, holding your legs apart because you had begun squeezing them around his head.

Finally he pulled back a little, licked up over your clit again with firm pressure, and exhaled. “Will it hurt if I put my finger in now?”

You knew you looked like a mess, and felt almost goddess-like in it. “Not at all. Please,” you pulled harder on his hair. “Please, Ken. I need it.”

“You need my finger?” You couldn’t tell if he was egging you on or if he was confirming what it was you wanted.

“Yes, you, your finger, your cock, I don’t care anymore. Please, my good boy, I just *need* it.”

Realization dawned on his face, and you cursed yourself for letting the idea of his cock get into his mind again, because even though now he finally understood what he thought he was doing when he dry humped you, you didn’t want to distract him until he had made you come. You felt insane right now.

“Oohhhhh,” he said, smiling warmly at you. “I understand.”

“MMhmmm,” you quipped, trying to to tug his head back down towards your vulva. “Please, now.”

“Fingers?”

You nodded, and he slowly pushing one of his achingly large digits into you, staring at you, making sure you seemed to feel good. You moaned loudly, opening your legs wider. Ken was hypnotized by you.

“More, please.” It was hard to comprehend the right words to get out, as you began bucking into his hand.

“More?”

“Fingers. Need two. Need you to move.”

“Two more? Or two in -“

“KEN, PLEASE!” You cried in frustration, unable to think you were so overwhelmed with sensation and desire.

Kens focus whipped back to your core, pulling out his single finger than pushing two back into you. Your groan was delicious, as was the heat surrounding his fingers now. The wetness, the warmth, the tightness of the muscle he was penetrating. He watched and felt in awe as he began moving his fingers in and out, trying to mimic the way you had been bucking into him.

“Yes, and, please,” you mewled, “curl? Like this?” You showed him two fingers through glazed eyes, curling them upward. Ken stared, determined to do what you were wanting, and copied with his fingers inside you. He did something perfectly because now your hips moved more into his touch, and he moaned as he watched your writing, moaning, all because he was making you feel good. His assault became a little faster after awhile, a little harder, testing out what limits there were, his eyes never leaving your face, your body, memorizing every movement.

"I need your lips, please," you started, then continued quickly, "fingers are good. Keep doing, ahh!!" he hit the spot really hard unexpectedly, and you felt the most amazing pleasure roll through you. "Keep doing THAT, but use your lips on my -"

Ken understood immediately, much to your surprise, but also much to your gratitude as he began sucking and licking your clit in rhythm with his fingers, and you tightened your grip in his hair.

"Please, please, Ken, don't stop," you pleaded, your climax hurriedly approaching.

Ken wanted to pull back and tell you he wouldn't stop, but decided against it, since he wanted to keep doing this to you for as long as you wanted. Your orgasm hit hard and strong, your back arching off the bed, almost screaming as he didn't let up his movements for a single second, even after your body collapsed back onto the bed and you worked to catch your breath.

"Okay, Ken, thank you - ah! oh no, please really, stop."

He stared up at you but kept going, again confused for whatever reason, wanting to make sure he was making you happy.

"Ken, it hurts now." You said, and he halted immediately. He jerked back, removing his lips and fingers from you as if he had been struck.

"I hurt you??" He looked broken.

"No!! no, no, please. Come here. Lay with me." You smiled at him, inviting him to you, and he gingerly crawled up and lay besides you, wanting to touch you so badly still, but not sure what he had done wrong.

"Mmmmm," you breathed happily into his hair, allowing yourself to relax and enjoy the post-orgasm glow. "Thank you, Ken."

He felt tense. You pulled his arm to wrap around your waist, kissing his lips, and he kissed back, still staring at you, needing an answer.

"You made me feel very, veerryy good, Ken. You got me to orgasm."

"I got you a what?”

"When a person is being pleasured, sometimes their pleasure *peaks,*" you show him using your hand, going upwards like mimicking a rollercoaster. "It feels amazing. Like an explosive amount of feeling good," she said, loving using the term he found to be the best way to describe everything tonight. "And then you get all warm and feel all glowy, and cuddly, and sleepy. Like I am right now."

“And I didn’t hurt you?”

“Oh, that’s more because after I orgasm, I’m really sensitive. So it could hurt if you keep going.”

Ken allowed his head to now relax into the pillow next to you, and he smiled. "I made you feel the best you could feel?"

"MMmmmm," you smiled, kissing the tip of his nose, your hand finding its way back into his hair.

Ken smiled, proud, and like he was going to say he loved you. Thankfully he didn't and instead said, "Did I have one of those?"

You shook your head. "Not yet. It can get kind of intense. You seemed like you needed a break."

"I don't know how it could feel better than what you did," he admitted, wrapping your free hand in one of his, kissing your palm again. He seemed to love doing that.

"It can. We can make that happen, if you like."

He smiled sleepily, even though you were pretty sure he wasn't actually tired but rather just matching your energy. "You said my cock can go into -"

"Yes," you cut him off.

"Is that how I orgasm?"

"That's one way." You snuggled your body fully into his now, your skin-to-skin contact making you more relaxed, and Ken nudged his knee in between yours.

"Can we do that next time? After I make you have an orgasm first?"

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This Isn't Barbie Land: Chapter 1

Ken x Fem!Reader

You are working away as a waitress at a night club when the oddest man came up to you after your shift and accidentally swept you off your feet. Yet you don't know if you are ready for another relationship after the disaster that was your last one. You just hope everything goes nice and easy.

Ken is your doll and he wants you to teach him how to be human and help you through the pain you've been feeling.

This first chapter felt rushed to me a little but it's all the world building setting up the plot of the story and what's to come. Enjoy this little dabble and I promise I have a ton planned. It's also my first time writing in second person. Forgive me if there are some grammar errors and feel free to leave any critique on this story! I wanna always improve and I love feedback!

I also did a quick once through for editing cause buh, I hate editing and I just wanted to post it. Also I wanna say I got inspired from the heart beat part of this story from Nothing Natural by @interpolanticssuperfan . Their fanfic is super amazing please also check them out

This story is 18+ but I'll add in the warnings if there is any smut in the chapter.

Warnings: None for this one aside from mild swearing, alcohol consumption, and jokes about sex/mentions of sex. (Ken is virgin so get ready for Reader having to teach Ken about sex soon enough)

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You knew it was always a bad idea to stay for a drink after your shift ended, but after the night you had it had become a necessity. Another rough night of running around on your feet in heels that could qualify as an OSHA violation. You pulled your skirt down, trying to give yourself some modesty. Not that you disliked mini skirts, you loved them! You just hated the feeling of eyes burning into your skin and longing looks drunk men would give you as you brought them their drinks. At least the tips made it worth it.

You downed your cocktail quickly, scanning the crowd of partying people. You noticed a very tall blonde with women huddling around him until you would see their faces scrunch up after he spoke and they would walk away, only for another woman to try her shot at the blonde. He had a complete look of innocence and just the biggest smile, not seeming to understand when a girl would run her hand up his chest. It made you giggle, he was nothing like any of the regulars.

He was stunning, even though it was hard to see him in the dull light of the club. His big blue eyes danced all around the place. He would smile like a child as a waiter would walk past holding a tray filled with sparkling drinks. When he suddenly made eye contact with you, you felt a rush of chills. He was similar to a doll, staring back at you with a big bright smile and glossy eyes. You shifted nervously as he raised his hand to you and waved as if you were an old friend. Your hand twitched, wanting to wave back at him. He had to be waving to someone else as you glanced back to the bar you were sitting at and raised your hand for another drink.

“Seems blondie likes you.” The bartender brought your refill, just a plain vodka cranberry. Simple but it tasted good and you enjoyed the little buzz.

“I’ve never seen someone like him before.” You turned to your coworker. She was the other reason you stayed after. Claire was fiery and always soothed your nerves. She had been there for you when no one else was. “He’s got quite the crowd around him.”

“He’s had the crowd since he’s walked in here but no girl has seemed to have won him over.” Claire laughed, stealing a sip from your drink.

“Hey, people are allowed to be picky.” You swatted at your friend, taking back your glass. The chills hadn’t left. It was the feeling described as seeing your soulmate for the first time. The air knocked out of your lungs, goosebumps running over your skin but deep warmth flooded your entire body. It had to be the vodka.

Claire grinned like a cat and winked, pointing behind you. You gave a swift glance behind you, bringing the glass to your lips not expecting your view of the entire bar to be blocked by the chest of the blonde you had been staring at before. Fuck. He was hot from a distance but up close he was godly.

“Hi! I really love your dress! You look beautiful!” The blonde smiled brightly as compliments kept tumbling from his perfect mouth. “I’m Ken!”

“Hi…” You stared blankly at him, the blonde- um- Ken, who waited attentively for your name. “I’m y/n, and thank you. This is just my uniform, I work here.”

It was a tight pvc mini dress, uncomfortable to wear but it matched the theme of the night club. Every waiter and waitress was meant to be eye candy for the guests.

“It’s something Barbie would wear!”

You cringed a little at his comment, he was right. This was like a cheap doll outfit, leaving little to the imagination.

“I love it y/n!” Ken beamed so brightly you thought you would go blind.

“What?”

“I love it!” The man took your free hand in his. “You’re the prettiest girl here! I don’t understand it, you just took my breath away. All of the Kens would be so jealous if I brought you back to Barbie Land but I made a bet with Ken that I wouldn’t come back to Barbie Land cause I could make it in the real world just has Barbie had.”

He was either insane or the drunkest person here, but he was stupid hot. You just nodded your head slightly, sipping more from your drink. Ken was still holding your hand and pulled you up quickly, your drink spilling over both of you. You could barely react as he pulled you through the crowd.

You shot a panicked look at Claire, only for her to give a toothy smile and a big thumbs up. She was gonna pay for this, she had been trying for you to get back into the dating scene ever since… he had left the city. You placed your cup on a tray of a passing waiter and you tugged Ken to a stop.

“Where are we going Ken?” Taking his other hand in yours, his hands were massive… the alcohol had definitely gotten to you. Images of his hand wrapped around your throat or holding your hips to his, danced in your brain.

“The beach, y/n! I’m way better on the beach! You’ll love me on the beach!”

Better on the beach? What did that even mean? If this had been any other man you would have started screaming bloody murder but something about Ken was enduring. You know it was stupid to trust some random stranger but you knew he didn’t have the ability to cause harm to even a fly.

“What? For beach sex? I’d recommend taking me to dinner first.” You knew your inhibitions were lowered but that had slipped from your mouth without you even thinking.

“Sex?” Ken paused and looked down at you, still smiling dumbly. “What’s sex?”

“You don’t know what sex is?”

“Well, of course I know what it is.” Ken’s whole demeanor changed instantly and puffed out his chest. “Just seeing if you know what sex is.”

“Yes, I know what sex is.” You answered as he looked you up and down.

“Well good then yes that is what we are gonna do. Sex on the beach. I’m good at everything Beach.”

It was obvious he had no idea what he was talking about. You started to giggle. Who on earth was this man?

“Hey!” Ken had panic written all over his face, “Please don’t laugh at me! Y/n!”

His whining was adorable and you led him out of the club, feeling the humid air of the outside hit your skin. This was a first but you were the experienced one here even though he appeared far older than you. You didn’t get it but this odd man was pulling you in.

“It’s okay if you don’t know what sex is. I was kidding anyway.” You smirked. “Let's just go to the beach Ken.”

His blinding smile returned and began pulling you to the sandy shore.

“That’s a relief! I have zero clue what that is. We don’t have that in Barbie Land.”

It was hard to walk in the soft sand in heels so you kicked them off and left them behind. You’d find them later, right now the very handsome and even stranger man in front of you was more important.

Ken had started talking again, something about Barbies and plastic waves. It was absolute nonsense spilling from the blonde. You finally understood why all of the women that had approached him turned away absolutely appalled.

You plopped yourself on the warm sand, entranced by Ken’s bizarre story. He was waving his arms around, explaining about how once he tried to impress Barbie by surfing the waves but got thrown into the air. He didn’t break anything because he is super cool and super strong. Then he started about how after Barbie left Barbie Land some of the Kens started putting him down for being “Barbie-less”.

“But I’m Ken!” Ken huffed and placed his hands on his hips. “I’m enough! They just don’t understand it! Some do but Ken always has to one up me!”

“You are all named Ken?”

He paused and focused down on you, scrunching his brows.

“Yes. It’s what Mattel named us.”

“Mattel?” You sober upped after hearing that. “The toy company?”

“Yeah! I’m a Ken! Or I was, now I’m Ken. Just Ken. Not a Ken.” The blonde gave you a million dollar smile. “I’m my own man, tiny baby.”

You just sat there, gaping at the weird man. He was telling you he was the boy doll that came along with the popular Barbie doll. You only had one Ken as a kid but you had at least 10 Barbies. The craziest part? You believed everything he was saying.

“You’re a doll.”

Ken flopped down right in front of you, nodding his head vigorously. He took your hand again and compared its size to his.

“Not just a doll.” Ken was entranced by how petite your hand was compared to his. “When I saw you, I had this feeling. I’ve never had this feeling before, but I know you Y/N. I think I'm your doll.”

“My doll?”

“Yes!” Ken laced his fingers with yours. “Weird Barbie told us that every Barbie and Ken have someone that's playing with them. Even Allan and Midge have someone playing with them.”

“I haven’t played with a doll in years. How does that even work?”

“I’m not sure how it works either. All I know is you’re my girl.”

You were thankful it was dark outside so Ken couldn’t see how flushed your face had gotten. This had to be a dream. You stared at your hand being held by Ken’s, you felt oddly complete.

“Can you help me, Y/N?” Ken’s voice was soft, timid almost. “I wanted to find you, the one who had been playing with me. It wasn’t because Ken dared me. I’ve been feeling lonely, unlovable. I thought it would be fixed after I realized I wasn’t just a Ken but it didn’t go away. I went to Weird Barbie and she told me it was the feelings of the girl who had played with me. You are feeling like this and I don't get it!”

Ken forced your hand to his chest, his skin was warm. You expected to feel a heartbeat but his chest was entirely still aside from the rise and fall of his chest from breathing. The lack of a thump in his rips killed the rest of your doubts.

“I want to become like you. I want to be human. Then I can help you.”

“You feel what I feel?”

“Not everything, just the feelings deep down.” He squeezed your hand like a vice. “Please, Y/N. There is so much I wanna learn about. Then I can help you not feel lonely and unlovable!”

“Okay, Ken. I’ll try to teach you.” You smiled gently and it startled you when you felt a beat in his chest. Ken was also alarmed by the new sensation he was feeling.

“You have a heartbeat Ken.”

“I have a heartbeat... you gave me a heartbeat.”

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ryanandtherealgirl · 3 months

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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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gotheskin · 8 months

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hi, my name is jess, my pronouns are (she/they), welcome to gotheskin (mia goth + måneskin), a blog where i will be writing and posting about different celebrities.

about me (in progress)

requests are: open

(be specific in your requests by stating the character(s), & the basic kinks and/or plot points!)

people i write smut / fluff / angst about are:

måneskin [masterlist here]

damiano david

ethan torchio

victoria de angelis

thomas raggi

one piece live action (2023) [masterlist here]

monkey d. luffy

roronoa zoro

nami

vinsmoke sanji

koby

captain buggy

dracule mihawk

shanks

dune (2021+24) [masterlist here]

paul atreides

chani kynes

princess irulan

feyd-rautha harkonnen

margot robbie characters [masterlist here]

naomi lapaglia (wolf of wall street 2013)

harley quinn (suicide squad 2016 / birds of prey 2020 / the suicide squad 2022)

barbie (no smut for barbs, our ace queen) (barbie 2023)

mia goth characters [masterlist here]

(young) pearl (pearl 2022)

maxine minx (x 2022, maxxxine 2024)

pedro pascal characters [masterlist here]

joel miller (the last of us 2023)

din djarin (the mandalorian 2019)

matthew lillard characters [masterlist here]

stu macher (scream 1996)

tim laflour (senseless 1998)

shaggy rogers (no smut for him either!) (scooby doo 2002)

misc characters [masterlist here]

tiffany valentine (bride of chucky 1998)

tangerine (bullet train 2022)

elvis presley (elvis 2022)

ken (barbie 2023)

artists i post about are:

chappell roan

måneskin

king princess

kim petras

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silverlynx87 · 6 months

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Heyyy Goose enjoyers! I'm celebrating Ryan's birthday by gifting the fandom with a fluffy, sappy, smutty Luke x f!reader fic. I thought his tragic character needed a happy ending. Thanks so much for the likes/reblogs/kudos of my previous fic too. I'm still new to all of this so it means a lot <3 ~Shoutout to Goosecord for the event~

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hoppingonjim · 6 months

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Venturing- Holland March

summary: with a suddenly boring sex life, holland decides to spice it up with anal!

cw: i forgot about the cast first of all. other than that there's anal, lube, afab!reader, cum kink (?) , mocking/degrading it's very soft, teasing, spanking, praising and implied that holland eats the reader out after. (not the ass!!!)

all of it had begun with a quick tap to your ass. the newspaper consumed you that morning and the detective could feel jealousy writhe within him. a heart pierced and a cock needy. o forgetting the suppleness of your curves and flesh. all of it had begun when he slammed himself with the realization he couldn’t withdraw from the sweet saccharine of your pleasure.

boredom had seeped through the gates of your relationship. the moat once shielding you two from sighs and wandering eyes suddenly blunt. level to the ground. making love to you, although ravishing, had become routine. holland was never a man for routines and he expected you to be educated on that matter.

experimental. the word thrilled him as his eyes ventured towards the curvature of your clothed ass. hips protected by cheaply sewn denim with embroidered silver pockets. the swirls stamped his mind and served his cock with ideas. the routine of slamming himself into you, reeling in your mewls and screams, all of it remained exciting. your tightness never faltered for his cock. the warmth and compactness of your pussy satisfying as ever to the detective. change was needed to keep staleness only something out of an imagination.

magazines fell into his possession. hot pink words plastered on creamy paper, educating him on expeditions to embark on in the seclusion of his bedroom. your bedroom. ideas sprung into his mind, a hand falling to relieve the sudden spring in his crotch. was this it? had he finally found the cure to boredom?

the bedroom that night became a jungle. the adventure he’d partake in new territory for you and him. again, he’d be stealing your virginity for his own possession. the way he liked it.

all these ideas came into conversation when you were lulled by humming in his arms. the melancholic tattoo adorning his hand becoming a tracer for the daintiness of your fingertip. the voice speaking was one that climbed towards persuasive, falling into its clutz shape. with a politician's lip he articulated his desires. the blandness of your intimacy was dulling him. there needed to be a liveliness again, he recommended. for him the apex of the discussion drew when you could nod your head, eyes directing him to the nightstand. carefully placing you aside, he'd reach for the silver curved handle, pulling it out softly. the contents inside were enough to satisfy him, a hand proudly obtaining the lube. the pop of the cap rang throughout the room and a cheeky grin was thrown your way. you could've swooned.

crawling towards him from your once fetal position, your fingers curled over the hem of his sweatpants. only a tug would suffice to bring the thick cloth to the root of his leg. which, he'd kick away to the floor below. it the span of seconds you were able to note how the topic of anal aroused him already- you two had barely even begun. the only starting point was him holding the lube mischievously in his fingers.

the world seemed to halt when he witnessed you slide down your thick white gown. the milky fabric slinking off to collet in the swamp of clothing beneath. the breath he needed was lodged in his throat, his hardness speaking speeches for him. upon seeing him desperate your tongue would swipe over your bottom lip. wetting the once dry surface, eyes stayed pasted to him.

the squirting of the bottle lingered in the room. the nodding of his head escorting you to arrange on all fours. there was no thong blocking his view nor a bra to hold your breasts, it was a sight he knew would play in his mind for ages. you, so obedient, patiently exposing yourself to him. waiting. surely in agony- at least he hoped so. his hand adorned his cock in strokes, applying the slick substance. the leftover liquid on his fingertips was used for another purpose, you. his index finger, oiled in lube, traced your puckered asshole. the timid hole he was so excited to ruin.

“can you handle it, princess? me inside your ass?”

you can only answer with a nod.

the position you're in remains too upright for his liking. a hand swoops down, slamming your back flat (as flat as it could go), relishing in new arch your stature provides, with your pussy glistening in need, he can only put those thoughts on the backburner in his mind, “looks like you like the idea a lot, huh baby?”

with a grip jailing your hips, he works to prevent tiring squirming. your wiggling, although arousing, would chip away his concentration. indentations of fingernails were already littered deep into your gentle skin as his free hand circled his tip over your asshole. it's annoying, the tedium lurking in his actions. the all knowing grin you can hear through his little tsks.

but your jaw drops when you finally can feel his tip inside of you. a groan erupts from his lips within seconds. you're tight, clenching around his hard cock, “how's it feel, princess? can i keep going?”

“y-yeah.” your words are chopped and thrown out. loops swarm your head as you already feel dazed with the new sensation. a quarter filled with cock, and half full of lube, you're already aching for more. the assurance you gift is brought with a seemingly pauperized nod.

more of him is slid inside of you. his thrusts are choppy, the groans mirroring the ruggedness. your tightness isn't comparable to your pussy, it's beyond that. the sensations already begin to seclude him. losing himself in your clenched ass, his thrusts grow harder. pleasure conceives restless strings of rubble groans. savagely he makes sure you feel all of him. the pain transcends into something enjoyable, at least for you. the adventure of a puckered entrance seeps into your own conscience. finally you can understand the craze. the mad man behind you bottoms himself out, heavy balls slapping your weeping slit below. each time moans slide from your lips. whines follow when he pulls himself out- he teases you, “you need it baby? beg for it sweetie, c'mon.” and like the good girl you are, you oblige. obliging means he slams himself into you again. ramming his cock as far as he can in pure desperation. sweat drips from his dusted gold tresses that grow tousled with every energized plunge. his words harmonize a sweet melody for you, having your edge creep closer and closer. in the frenzy, the hand keeping your back down migrates to land a coarse blow onto your ass.

a squeal rips from your mouth. the smirk tugging his lips only stretches, “yeah? does my dirty girl like that? fuckin nasty, say it. you love me spanking you.” his demands reign true.

“fuck yeah, holland, keep spanking me- please . need it, need you so bad-” you're cut off by another smack. the print plastered on your ass screams in rouge while the abdomen of his fingers scream in slight pain. your words only egg him on further. the animalistic thrusts only grow increasingly coarse, you feel his fat cock twitch in your ass. it's too much, for both of you. another thrust, your eyes squeeze shut. your pussy welcomes another wreck of his balls, hitting your sopping hole hard.

it's only a few more seconds until you can feel his hot load shoot into you. just not the familiar way. your own release follows suit and of course holland notices. the cracked moans you mewl, the way your body flinches and almost falls limp. yet once he pulls out, you finally give in to complete limpness. he's slow in his movements, eyes glued to the way his cum leaks from the security of your forbidden hole. proudly, he still watches. his chest puffed outwards in complete confidence. the mattress sucks him in once he decides to fall beside you, tapping your ass for good measure. except the tap is soft and gentle.

“how was that baby, i can clean you up, if you want.” the scorching thought of his mouth lapping up your own cum, swallowing it all, is one that pleases you.

again, you give him a nod. the words are too late to arrive.

“i'll go gentle sweetheart, i promise.”

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