#lars lindstrom x reader

[ken-dom]

I Guess I'm Already There

Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

1.4k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Lars only every has one beer at parties, until you tell him it's ok to have another if he wants too. It feels naughty, and he likes it. When he wakes up flush against you, hard and leaking a stain on the front of his union suit, what will you tell him?

∘₊✧ Author's notes: For the Morning Sunshine Collab with Goosecord. Recently, I stared at pictures of Lars got some inspiration and here he is. Thank you @heresthestorymorningglory for endless encouragement and reading every draft! Title from This Must Be The Place (Naïve Melody) by Talking Heads. Gorgeous companion art — Sleepy Lars by @demon-dai

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, wet dream, dry humping, fingering, first time for Lars, alcohol mentions

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Warm, weighted down by the safety of him, consciousness floats gradually back. You keep your eyes closed for a moment, far too comfortable to remove yourself from this cocoon, and first take in the smell of your surroundings instead. That familiar, comforting scent; a modest home made cosy by firewood, blankets that forever smell like laundry powder, the musk of his skin after a night snuggled flush beneath a thick winter duvet.

There’s still the faint scent of beer lacing his otherwise minty breath, too. Bianca never liked it when he had a drink, but you do. There’s something sexy about it, something almost forbidden. He’s a good boy. He’d never get drunk, never act irresponsibly, never drink more than just one if Bianca didn’t want him too. So you tell him to have another if he feels like it and he blushes crimson, because he does want it, and it feels naughty to him but he does it anyway, and that makes you bite your lip.

You breathe him in, slow and deep, one strong arm heavy around your middle and fist locked tight at your sternum. You slip your hand up to his, resting there together over with your heart.

He shifts behind you, stirring slightly from his slumber, and you press back against him; a signal that you’d much rather stay like this forever than wake up and face the day. But you find that Lars has a little predicament of his own.

Well, perhaps not so little.

He hums, rolling his hips just once at first, still asleep from what you can tell, and you freeze.

You’d never talked about this – hell, you’d never talked about sex, not really – but Lars is starting this himself from within his own dreams. His fingers at your chest unfurl and clutch at your skin, his hard length sliding over the curve of your ass as he gasps against the nape of your neck, dampening with every tiny whimper he lets escape.

You can’t – it’s delicious, yes – but you can’t. You won’t.

‘Lars?’ you breathe, ‘Lars, baby, wake up-’

You’re not sure it’s your whispered words that do it, but there’s a shift in the air nonetheless, and Lars is frozen now, too, heavy breaths laced with sobs.

He can feel himself leaking into his union suit, steady drops of precum pumping from the tip, making him shudder with anguished pleasure.

‘You okay?’ you wince, unmoving.

He swiftly slips his arm from around you and you’re left cold, even beneath the quilt.

Weighing up your options, there are few. You could leave, and he’ll likely never look you in the eye again. Or you could stay, and he’ll likely run away and never look you in the eye again. So, better face up to it then.

With a deep breath, you turn to find him trembling, those big warm hands you miss against your skin covering his face, instead.

Perhaps he’s simply woken overstimulated from cuddling all night and hasn’t actually realised his minor indiscretion. You could help him through that easily enough – you had before, plenty of times, taking him to the break room at work, switching off the lights and breathing through it with him until he was soothed. Even last night at Cindy’s birthday, you’d spent a good chunk of time in the bathroom, just to sit on the edge of the bathtub in silence together when the noise got too much.

But this? If he knows, he’ll be mortified and you’ve no idea how to help him work through the embarrassment of a wet dream – let alone whether he’d even want your help.

‘Too much?’ you try.

Lars shakes his head.

‘May I touch you?’

He nods, relieved to feel your fingers wrap carefully around his wrists, gently guiding his hands away from his face.

Lars squeezes his eyes shut. His mind is racing, but the most prominent thought is that you still want to touch him. That’s good, he supposes. That means you’re probably not disgusted.

‘Lars?’ you whisper, a final plea to help him open up and a reminder that you’re still with him, no matter where he is.

Biting and licking at his swollen lips, watery and painfully blue eyes blink open. You follow his gaze as it falls down to the impressive tent in the covers.

A relieved breath pushes its way from between your lips. He knows. He knows you know, and he’s trusting you. It will be ok. Lars will be ok.

‘That’s alright,’ you say.

He lifts his eyes back to you, worried brows questioning. Is it? Is it really okay? 

‘Nothing I haven’t seen before,’ you smile, ‘and besides…’ you close your fingers softly around one wrist again to guide him. ‘Is this okay?’

‘Y-yeah,’ Lars agrees, trepidation and excitement sparkling together in his eyes as you bring his fingertips under the covers and he feels your core, slick and swollen, even through your underwear. ‘Oh.’

You notice the small twitch of disappointment that crosses his sleep-softened face when you release his hand and turn your back to him again, but it vanishes just as quickly when you press your hips back, encouraging him to pick up exactly where he left off.

A weak groan pushes its way from between Lars’s lips. You’re giving him control. You’re letting him know that you want him to do this, letting him decide if he wants to, and he does. Like the two beers he drank last night, it feels naughty, and that sends a shiver tingling down his spine.

He presses his cock against you again, consciously this time, his hands finding your hips as he rocks against you, and he grips, bruisingly hard.

Usually, it takes a little encouragement for him to really give in and let out a little moan when you make out, and he’s always painfully shy about it afterwards. This morning, though, he’s unrestrained, growling under his breath as he ruts against you, your own desperate little cries only spurring him on.

Lars could cum right now; it just feels so good to truly give in, but this is the first time he’s been intimate with you beyond heated kissing and light touching over clothes, and right now he needs more than anything to make sure you’re enjoying this too.

He reaches around, fingertips grazing down your stomach until they push between your legs again, inside your underwear this time and sliding through your folds with unexpectedly expert precision. He slips a finger inside, fucking you on it in time with his own pleasure while the heel of his palm massages with perfect pressure, like he’d somehow already learned your body.

His breath is hot against your neck again, hops and peppermint coming in jagged bursts, and not relenting this time.

You could simply drown in him like this, surrounded by him, filled with him. Feeling the flexing of his forearm with one hand, with the other you reach up and behind to thread your fingers through his hair. He’s always so casually sexy when he’s mussed from sleep, and if you can’t see it from here, you need to feel it.

Your grip on his dirty blonde strands sends an extra little thrill rippling to his core and his hips stutter at the exact moment his fingers plunge you into unadulterated bliss.

From somewhere within the blinding haze of your climax, you snake the hand resting on his arm behind your back, between your body and his, palming at his cock as he pants, open mouth pressed to your back. With a final, firm twist of your wrist, he groans, spills his release in a long, thick rope that dampens the front of his union suit and feels hot and sticky against your palm.

Lars keeps his finger warm inside while he comes down from his own high, grounding himself with you and keeping you there with him while he recovers.

You’re empty when he slips out, relishing instead in the soft little kisses he’s trailing across from one shoulder blade to the other, and massaging tenderly at your hips where his fingers had delved a little too hard.

‘Good morning,’ you sigh.

Lars pushes out a long breath, as though he’d been holding it in his whole life until this moment, and smiles. ‘Good morning.’

[heresthestorymorningglory]

This Must Be The Place

Summary: Lars is ready for more

A/N: This came about after talking with my darling partner in crime <3

Lars x afab reader <3

As per usual, (Yep Lars crossed into that territory) it's NSFW 18+ @ken-dom as always my darling, I thank you for your support and inspiration and late night chats.

Enjoy my loves <3

His heart slammed hard in his chest, but this was nothing new, you had been on plenty of dates together.

But this one was special, he reasoned, this one had to be perfect. 

It was your six month anniversary; your fanciest dress, he had said when you asked him what to wear. This wasn’t going to be your typical Saturday night date at the bowling alley; he wanted it to be more, he wanted it to be special because you were special. 

He let out a heavy breath as he finished tying his tie; your favourite tie, and glanced at the clock. Six forty five, you would be here in fifteen minutes. 

Karin had helped him make a nice dinner; roast and potatoes and carrots. Karin had said a nice red wine would go well with it, but Lars had opted for soda instead, because you didn’t drink. 

He lit both candles on the table as there was a soft knock on the door. 

You were early. 

He gave his outfit a quick once over; his three piece suit and his smartest shoes; his hair combed perfectly. He picked up the small bouquet of daisies; all different colours because the white ones were too plain. You were anything but plain.

He swallowed hard before opening the door and his face immediately broke into a grin seeing you. 

“Hi” you smiled and his heart skipped a beat. 

He nodded holding out the flowers “These are for you,” he spoke softly “H-happy anniversary”

You took them, craning your neck slightly to kiss his cheek. The familiar spark stirring in the pit of his stomach like it always did whenever you touched him. It didn't hurt anymore, not like before; now it was quite the opposite, it excited him. It excited him in a way he wasn’t really sure how to explain, not without making you uncomfortable he feared and that was the last thing he had wanted to do. 

He closed the door behind you and helped you off with your jacket, hanging it on the hook next to his. He turned to face you and let out an audible gasp, he hadn’t meant to, but you…you looked….sexy. His cheeks burned hot at even considering such a word to describe you.

You had on a pair of simple black heels, and your dress had a long slit up the thigh, and tied around your neck, but left your back bare. He bit down on his lip gently before clearing his throat. 

You smirked to yourself as he dropped his gaze, forcing himself to look anywhere but down the front of your dress. 

“A-are you hungry?” he stammered, and you chuckled softly noticing he was no longer making eye contact with you in any way shape or form, his eyes fixed firmly on his own shoes. “I made dinner” 

He cautioned a glance back up at you and you were smiling. “Ravenous” 

He squeezed his eyes shut with a nod and motioned to the table; his hand hovering over the small of your back, but not touching your bare skin…although he wanted to…and his cock twitched in his suit pants as a reminder of the fact. 

The deep blush had settled permanently in his cheeks as he pulled out your chair for you to sit. You thanked him before putting your napkin in your lap, watching him sit across from you. 

The candles cast a soft shadow on his face, but you weren’t oblivious to the fact that he was still blushing. You couldn’t resist teasing him, if only just a little

“You look warm, Lars” you spoke softly as you picked up your utensils “Are you alright?” 

He nodded a bit too quickly and you pretended not to notice that his eyes were fixed squarely down the front of your dress. 

“You can take off your jacket sweetheart, it’s just us here” 

Almost immediately he shrugged it off, turning to hang it on the back of his chair before looking back at you. “You look beautiful” 

Your own cheeks flushed a light pink, almost feeling guilty for scheming to get the exact reaction out of him with your outfit of choice. “Thank you” 

You ate in relative silence, knowing Lars was struggling to find words. Usually you had let him take the lead with these kinds of things, but tonight you were feeling brazen and you wanted nothing more than to get him worked up and he was well on his way. 

You put your fork down next to your empty plate and bit your lips together. “What’s for dessert?” 

His face fell slightly as he looked at you across the table “I’m sorry I didn’t…I didn’t make anything for dessert” 

“I could think of something” you tilted your head slightly as you slipped your foot from inside one of your shoes under the table, sliding your bare foot slowly up the inside of his pant leg. 

He shifted almost immediately in his chair, clearing his throat. Not to avoid your touch but a feeble attempt to collect himself. His head was spinning with so many thoughts at once he didn’t know where to land. Had you wanted to be…intimate?

His hand found the back of his neck where he rubbed the hot skin under his fingertips. 

“I…um..” he cleared his throat and tried again, very aware of your toes still teasing at his ankle “What…what’s that?” 

He fought hard to keep his composure, but he knew you were too smart not to notice him coming unraveled. In any other circumstance, he would just go outside, out to the wood pile and blow off some steam, but he couldn’t, not tonight…and if he was being completely honest with himself…he didn’t want to. 

The touch of your bare toes against his bare skin just above his sock, sent sparks though his entire body, making his cock push more earnestly against the confines of his already snug pants. 

“Can I show you?” You asked softly, slipping your other foot free from your heel. 

He nodded and his stomach instantly filled with butterflies as you pushed yourself back from the small table. He frowned, but watched curiously as you sank to your knees and crawled across the floor under the table. 

He jumped slightly when your hands landed on either one of his knees, pushing them apart gently, the erection tenting his pants was hard to miss, it made your whole body flush with an intense heat. 

You slid your hands slowly up either one of his thighs, you could feel his eyes fixed on you before you looked up to meet them, your fingers coming to rest on the button of his pants. 

“May I?” You asked, still mindful of his aversion to touch…even though he had gotten better, you realized this may be too much. 

You waited, knelt under the small table as he took in a shaky breath, but to your surprise he nodded slowly. 

“If you change your mind, you say so, okay?” Although you said the words, and you meant them, you hoped with every fibre of your being, he wouldn’t. 

“Okay” It was barely a whisper of an answer, his eyes trained on your painted fingernails, paused, waiting for his consent. 

You popped open the button and heard his breath catch in his throat above you. 

Running your tongue between your lips you tugged gently, moving his pants out of the way, a smile crept across your lips, noticing the wet patch in Lars’ underwear. 

Leaning forward, you paused as your mouth hovered over the bulge still concealed behind fabric. 

Lars whimpered feeling the heat of your breath against his most sensitive places. That small patch of precum grew bigger by the second as he felt his cock leak more. 

His entire body flushed with arousal, for the first time in his life he wanted to be touched, needed it. 

As if you had read his mind…you were always really good at that…

He watched as you peeled back the thin fabric of his underwear, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He let out an almost relieved sigh. 

Your fingers curled around his thick shaft, eliciting a needy moan in the back of his throat as another thick drop of precum forming from the tip.  

He gasped and your eyes met his briefly before you dipped your head, running your tongue slowly over the head of his cock, desperate to taste him. Both of you, somewhat oblivious to how badly the other wanted it. 

Lars shivered at the completely alien sensation, one of his large hands finding its way into your hair, the other, braced on the table. 

“M-more” he breathed “P-p-please”

He could barely form the words, his head foggy with desire, but it didn't seem to matter, you obliged just as he'd asked. 

He squeezed his eyes shut before watching your perfect lips engulf the entire top half of his length. 

Mindful not to kick you underneath the table, he dug his heel into the floor, his mind swimming with pleasure as he moaned over you, his grip on both your hair and the table growing tighter. 

His heart pounded so hard in his chest he wondered for a moment if it would burst through like in the old cartoons.  

Your tongue slid up the underside of his length and he almost lost his composure, he threw his head back, bucking his hips forward, unintentionally forcing himself further down your throat. 

The head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you choke slightly. You moaned around him, sucking harder, the fact that he was too big to fit comfortably in your mouth, making you squeeze your thighs together in vain as your arousal became evident, soaking your own underwear.

“I'm…I-” Lars gasped, the dishes on the table rattling as he gripped harder. “Mmmf” his teeth nearly biting clean through his bottom lip before he threw his head back and cried out, the fingers in your hair, twisted and pulling hard unintentionally, only making you moan around his shaft before you felt his hot, thick release fill your mouth. 

You managed to swallow most of it, not expecting as much as he had to give, the remainder spilling from between your lips, and coating the part of him too big to fit in your mouth.

You let him slide from your mouth with a wet pop. He shivered as you licked and sucked him clean, your own core throbbing with need as he pushed back from the table, enough for you to crawl out from underneath and slip into his lap, his cock slowly softening between you as you sat on his knee, his hand holding you there as you teased your fingers through his dirty blond hair. 

You let him catch his breath before he spoke. 

“Can I…” he paused, considering his words “Have a turn?”

You made a small noise in the back of your throat with a smirk; your core throbbing with need as you sat in his lap. 

“It’s only fair” he reasoned; unable to keep the smile off his face at the thought. 

You had talked things through with him before; when he had felt brave enough to ask you about such things. You were better at explaining it than Gus had been…but he hadn’t been ready then. He was ready now…he thought. 

He leaned forward to kiss you and stopped just before your lips met, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Can I?” he asked softly

You smiled with a nod barely able to get your “Yes” out before his lips crushed against yours. 

Usually his kisses were slow and timid; this time there was so much force behind it, it nearly knocked you over

Your breath caught in your throat as you pushed him back gently; your cheeks flushed with heat; the small apartment suddenly felt very warm. 

“I thought…” his face fell as he searched yours “I thought you wanted…” 

“Oh, Lars I-” you swallowed hard trying to keep your own composure and not send him running in the other direction. “I did, I do” you tried to find the words to reassure him “Just…take a second, take a breath” you spoke softly, your fingers pushing through his hair “Are you sure this is what you want; are you sure you’re ready because we-”

“I’m sure” he interrupted with a confident nod. 

Before you could respond he got to his feet, but didn’t move toward the bed like you had expected. Instead, he blew out the candles, his arm around your waist, holding you firmly against him. You jumped when his free hand swept the table clean, sending the dirty dinner dishes crashing to the floor.

“Lars!” you couldn’t help laughing at the mess on the floor before in one swift movement he lifted you on the now bare table, his mouth once again devouring yours. 

He stood between your spread legs, one of his hands on the small of your back, the other sliding up your thigh as he hooked your leg around his waist. His new found confidence sending you reeling as his weight pushed you back further on the table. 

Your arms found their way around his neck as he broke your kiss, opting to suck and nip along the length of your neck instead. 

You closed your eyes, it was your turn to be overwhelmed with sensations. You had thought and dreamed of this moment so many times over the last six months…even before. You weren’t convinced it wasn’t just a figment of your imagination. 

He was ravenous, completely oblivious to anything that wasn’t you in the moment. 

Warm fingers on the back of your neck, loosened the bow, holding your dress up; the fabric falling loose around your front before Lars pulled it away, leaving you exposed. 

He tugged your dress off the rest of the way, leaving it in a crumpled pile at his feet. Your chest heaving as you tried hard to get a grip on your own arousal surging through your body at an impossibly fast rate. 

Your arms slipped from around his neck as he sank to his knees on the floor, pulling you to the edge of the table. 

His hands pushed your knees apart, just as you had done with his moments before. Your heart thudding in your chest with anticipation as he inched closer to your core. 

Legs draped over his broad shoulders, you shivered as his warm breath crept up the inside of your thigh, the tip of his nose brushing against the lace of the panties you still wore, making you gasp and fist the table cloth underneath you. 

“God, Lars” you breathed, mindful not to crush his head between your thighs. 

He looked up at you from between your legs; his eyes dark with lust. “May I?” 

“Yes, God,” you whined; desperate to feel more “Please” 

Thick fingers curled around the dainty waistband before tugging them off gently and letting them drop to the floor. 

You were so wet. He knew that’s how this worked, he had watched movies before…but this was different, this was for him, you were wet for him. The thought made his cock grow hard between his legs and he let out a moan as another thought occurred to him. What did you taste like?

Again, he dropped his head, but this time he ran his tongue between your slick folds; you lurched forward, arching your back off the table as you let out a strangled cry; your fists clenching the pristine white table cloth tightly. 

“Holy fu-” You squeezed your eyes shut tightly; your whole body felt like it would burst into flames at any second. 

Lars was completely unfazed, devouring you like you were the best thing he had ever let touch his tastebuds. 

And you were… 

He pulled you closer, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips so hard they would leave bruises; Lars completely unaware of his own strength He sucked, and licked and moaned against your core as you writhed over him. His cock leaking with his own pleasure, hearing what he  was doing to you. 

Then as fast as he was there, he was gone, but before you had a chance to complain, his weight was on top of you, his mouth on yours, his tongue pushing between your lips as he kissed you feverishly. You moaned against his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as his hard cock pressed against the inside of your thigh.

He pulled back to catch his breath, his lips red and kiss swollen; mustache damp with your slick. He searched your face, catching his breath; you looked so beautiful; flushed, breathless and naked…just for him…

He watched as you bit your lip with a whine as his fingers ghosted over your dripping folds; feeling you shudder underneath him. 

“Can I…Can we…” he stammered breathlessly struggling to find the words; thankful when you simply nodded. You always understood.

He repositioned himself, the head of his cock pushing inside you, he watched you, as your eyes fluttered closed, you grit your teeth and he frowned slightly, wondering if he was hurting you,but you hadn’t told him to stop. Quite the opposite, you pulled him closer, your tight heat engulfing his entire length, your moans mingling with his as your lips found his again. 

He thrust his hips, slowly at first, the small table groaning under the weight of both of you on it’s top. 

You pried your lips from his, taking a much needed breath as he thrust harder, moving his hips faster, your legs locked around his waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck moaning low in the back of his throat as you moaned loud towards the ceiling. 

His large hand collapsed over your mouth as his breath was hot and heavy next to your ear.

“Shhh, they’ll hear you” 

You breathed heavily through your nose as his hand stayed firmly in place; your moans muffled underneath You sounded desperate and needy, and you were. The entire table shifted under your weight as he thrust harder; his own desperate moans loud next to your ear. He was close. 

Something in him flipped like a switch; his primal urge taking over as he buried himself deep inside you, the delicious burn between your thighs of being stretched almost too far as skin slapped skin, his hand still heavy over your mouth as he grunted with the last of his effort, spilling hot and thick inside you as your fingernails sank into the flesh of his shoulders through his dress shirt as your orgasm tore through you from your core. 

He dropped his hand from your mouth, his weight landing heavy on top of you. He was almost still completely dressed; pants gathered around his ankles, shirt buttons undone, tie hanging loosely around his neck, his hair no longer neatly combed. 

You pushed his hair back away from his face with a smile as you felt him slip from inside you.  

“Are you okay?” he asked, softly “I- I didn’t hurt you?” 

You shook your head with a small laugh; pulling him closer to kiss him gently “No sweetheart; not even a little bit” 

He smiled, leaning his forehead against yours as he pulled you to sit up, his hands cupping your face. “Can we do it again?” he asked, his lips pressing against yours before you had a chance to answer. 

[ryanandtherealgirl]

Good Boy (NSFW 18+)

Lars Lindstrom x reader

Pairing: Subby!Lars x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lars shuddered from your words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He breathed out a whimper in response. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want that too, Lars” you breathed. 

He smiled at this. 

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

“Now?” He asked 

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

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

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

[danime25]

Silent Night

ao3 //normal masterlist // christmas masterlist

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

*Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

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

*Status: Oneshot/Complete

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

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

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

“You remember our rules Lars?”

“Yes.” He shivered

“Good. Let me hear them.”

“I’m yours. I only listen to you.”

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

“I can’t react.”

“Yes.”

“I’m subservient to you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes.” He bit down on his lip

“Then act like it.”

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

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

“I couldn’t…” He whined

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

“Love you Lars.” She smiled

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

[gooseloverfiction]

Theory

Lars Lindstrom x f!reader

Wordcount: 1,775

Summary: Lars working on his theory about touch, less than more.

A/N: A humble contribution to the wonderful RG B-day! And to lovely Lars fandom.

Content Warnings: none, just some fluff

It was late summer, you had just moved to your grandparents' house to help them. The town's community was wonderfully welcoming, but even you needed a moment of respite. You chose to walk by the lake that day.

Lars sat on a gentle slope leading to the water. From afar, he heard noise. A girl in a yellow dress and knee-high rubbers approached, Walkman headphones on her ears. Her high, sometimes squeaky voice carried far. It seemed she was too engrossed in music and gazing at the sky to notice where she was going. Straight into the reeds where shore abruptly ended, straight into water. Lars stood up, heading toward the girl, seeing her eyes being closed. He shouted, trying to get her attention. Too late.

One step, and you were already waist-deep in the water, quickly losing balance. Swiftly, you emerged onto the shore, glancing at the man standing nearby, nervously smoothing his dirty blond hair. His slightly reddened lips under the mustache puffed as if he had been holding his breath until now.

"Oi! Why didn't you shout earlier?" your voice, though loud, broke into suppressed laughter.

Seeing your dress covered in duckweed, you quickly reached for your belt. Attached to it, the Walkman was full of water.

"Damn..."

You took off your rubbers and poured out the water.

“Well, at least I won’t have to shower today…” you joked and with the boots under your arm, you extended your hand to the man who nervously fidgeted, perhaps deciding whether to leave the lunatic who fell into the lake of her own accord. You wouldn't blame him for that. You introduced yourself, and he, with some reservation, extended his hand, hidden under a long sleeve, exchanging a handshake with fabric between your skins.

"Lars."

He pointed in some unspecified direction and finally spoke.

"My brother's house is nearby, you can ask for a towel. Karin will surely lend you something to wear."

For a moment, you hesitate. You should go back home, but now, soaked to the bone in dripping clothes, it feels so far away. And suddenly, it stopped being warm and sunny.

In the house Lars brought you to, his sister-in-law Karin and an enthusiastic one-year-old awaited. The hostess seemed deeply shocked upon seeing her brother-in-law with you at the doorstep. She let you in quickly and wordlessly rushed for a towel. Lars started talking to the child, introducing you both. He looked adorable with the little one in his arms, the kid tracing the outline of his mustache with a tiny finger. Before Karin could return, calling something from the depths of the house, Lars putted down his nephew and took the player from your hands, promising to fix it and return it to you when he was in town and managed to stop by the café where you started working. He vanished before his sister-in-law returned.

Lars didn't bring back your Walkman a week later, but he came to apologize for not having fixed it yet. Weeks passed this way. The man would drop by once a week, and you used his visits as an opportunity to take a break and talk with him. You heard various things about him from your colleagues. Everyone spoke warmly of him, even if some comments expressed surprise at his aversion to touch or any close bond with another person. Then there was that one story about Bianca, a doll-sized human-like figure, Lars's ex-girlfriend. At first, you thought they were making it up, trying to play a joke on you. But one day, as you were closing the café and wiping down the table under a wall covered in various photos, you noticed one that hadn't caught your attention before. A woman in a wheelchair, not entirely resembling a real woman. Bianca...

You pondered that story for a while. You observed that Lars was talking to you in a more open manner, sharing details about work, his nephew, and Margo's new boyfriend. About Karin's ideas for renovating their house. When he wanted to share, Lars conveyed enthusiasm. Any thought about Bianca, which had been lingering in your mind for the past few days, quickly gave way to the growing affection for this lovely, usually quiet man.

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Lars waited in the same place where you first encountered him…

Although winter was still a bit away, both of you were dressed in several layers. Well, Lars might have had three more of them, you weren’t sure. In his hands, hidden in gloves, he held your Walkman. In your pocket, there was a cassette with your favorite compilation of old songs.

Of course, Lars would never admit that your device had been fixed long ago. He buried himself in excuses more and more, noticing how easy it was for him to talk to you. And even though you didn't know him well, after the first time your arms brushed and he admitted he wasn't a fan of physical contact, you respected that without a hint of surprise. And even when, under the influence of emotions, your hand shot toward him, it quickly returned to your side. He liked you for that even more. You weren’t throwing yourself at him.

But lately, Lars had been wondering if maybe it would be different with you. Perhaps your touch wouldn't burn him? After nearly two weeks of pondering, he decided to test it. However, he needed special conditions for that. The only conceivable reason in his imagination for you to meet without anyone around was your Walkman.

"Hey!" Your smile immediately felt like a beacon that warmed his face.

"Hi" he knew his voice was probably too quiet, but he still wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing. "Would you like to go somewhere?" he asked, simultaneously handing you a single flower, which he pulled out of the bouquet intended for the hospital. Of course, with Mrs. Gruner's permission.

"Oh, thank you. Sure, Lars," you smiled, putting your nose into the petals. You tucked the player into your coat pocket.

You tried to keep a bit of distance from Lars, but every now and then, he took a step closer to you, eventually walking just a few inches away.

After some time, you found yourselves in the woods, near a small treehouse. Or rather, what was left of it. A platform around a tree, a hanging rope on one side, and a few ladder steps nailed to the trunk. Lars smiled seeing your enthusiasm, even if you didn't know that this house used to look much better.

"Can I?" you asked, reaching for the first step. Lars nodded, biting his lip. It was about to happen. He would test his theory on you.

At the top, he took off his jacket and laid it down so you could sit comfortably, but you grabbed it and pushed it back into his hands.

"You'll freeze!"

Lars just smiled and pointed to his sweater and the collar sticking out from underneath.

"It's not that cold, and besides, I've got layers, remember?"

You looked at him, contemplating his words for a moment, and nodded, watching as he spread the jacket on the planks. You lay on your back, legs resting on the trunk, shaking off mud and snow from your shoes before you did it. Lars smiled and did the same, your boots touching. He moved close enough that he almost touched your shoulder. You took the Walkman from your pocket, inserted the cassette, and rewound it to the first song. You placed the headphones on your shoulders and set the volume as loud as it could go, pressing "PLAY."

L is for the way you look at me,

O is for the only one I see,

V is very, very extraordinary,

E is even more than anyone that you adore...

You knew your voice wasn't suitable for singing, but nothing could stop you from harmonizing with your grandparents' favorite song. After a while, you felt that your left foot wasn't hitting the heavy boot of Lars. You opened your eyes. The headphones barely clung to your shoulder, and Lars now sat with his arms wrapped around his knees. You stopped the song and sat down. At the last moment, your hand froze over his shoulder as he wiped his eye.

"Lars, what happened?"

"N-nothing. It's just... that was our song, mine and Bianca's." Lars took a deep breath and exhaled, looking up. Over a year had passed, yet he still felt the sorrow. Quickly, you stowed the player away, uncertain if you should leave him alone. Especially since all you could think about now was how much you wanted to hug him.

"Sorry, I didn't know..." you started, slowly pulling away to stand or maybe sit.

Lars grabbed your hand before your mind chose any option. Looking into his blue, sad eyes, still slightly moist, you stopped thinking rationally. You reached with your hand to his cheek, wanting to wipe away the wet trace. You hesitated at the last moment, but Lars grabbed your glove and slid it off your hand.

"Could you maybe... try this? Or can I..." you weren't sure what he wanted, but you nodded. He took your hand in his and guided it to his cheek covered in a few days' stubble. He mentally prepared for the burning pain. But when your skin connected, he only felt tingling. The tingling of a warm hand on his cold face. And something else, but pleasant. It was much easier when he had control over someone's touch. There was one more thing to check. Lars let go of your other hand, which he subconsciously held the whole time.

"You can do it yourself," he tried to convince himself rather, you thought. You smiled cautiously and with your other hand, joined the first, on the other side of his face. Through the material of your glove, blissful warmth seeped. Holding your breath, you moved the first hand, tracing the curve of his nose, his eyebrows, and forehead. Lars kept looking into your eyes all the time, trying to remember to breathe.

"Are you okay, Lars?" you asked, trying not to get closer than necessary. "Should I stop?"

"No, please," you felt his shoulders drop with another breath, and his whole body finally relaxed.

"You're beautiful," you mumbled, and Lars giggled, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks. You wanted to kiss his eyelids. His sweet nose. And his lips, which he now bit and licked. Maybe someday you would be able to.

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You walked towards the Lindstroms' house. Lars insisted on driving you home.

His hand was warm in yours.

[trashyhotgosling]

Hi!

I'm Madi. I'm a longtime fanfic writer looking to start anew with my current hyperfixation (Ryan Gosling's characters)

Some things about me:

I'm 22 and a Libra

I've been writing for 15 years

I love romance novels, watching movies, being a dog mom, my car, and music

I'm very friendly and would love to make new friends so come say hi!!!!!

More to come 💖

[slasherloverss]

So, I have joined a while ago, and I feel like I can write headcannons and oneshots or just really a long story, here's some of the the stuff I will write and I will NOT

I will write .

Smut.

Fluff.

Breeding kink

Dom/sub.

Angst

Praise kink.

Possibly any kink.

What I will not write.

P3dophill@

Feet kink.

R@p3.

Forced s3x.

I can write any show,movie, YouTuber, anything, so if you want a request message me 🥹🥹 (I'm begging you)

[ken-dom]

I forgot to add in my fic notes that Dranna’s words on this art to me were:

Based on the pictures I saw of him, he didn’t have much ‘colour’ in his life. So I imagined finding someone and proposing would be the moment where colours bloom in his heart:’)

And??? Honestly ❤️‍🩹

Commissioned by @ken-dom for her fic, about this cutie <3

babe wake up, colours just entered his little heart ~

Commissions open / links ~

[lilyletham]

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

[stupidfuckingwindow]

Masterlist // About;

I'm Danny. I usually write/ talk about my interests. Requests open atm. Currently fixated on Wolverine. If I do write anything x reader, they'll likely have no pronouns explicitly said, (though i'll write afab and amab) and will be nonspecific in appearance.

NSFW ☆ | Slight NSFW ♤ | Angst ♧

-Masterlist in progress-

Ryan Gosling

Driver-

-Hands // Driver's hands. ♤

-His curves // Your favorites among Driver's many curves. ☆

-You // You caught Driver in your apartment. He repays you. ☆

-Rain // Driver's thoughts about you, in his car.

-Captive // Coming back to a tied up Driver after a few hours. ☆

H. March-

-Sensitivity // Holland's loud, stupid, and incredibly easy to startle.

-Drainage system // Holland mulls over his relationship with you. ♧

-Noise // Holland can't ever shut up, especially when it comes to pleasure. ☆

-Three's company // A night with Holland and Healy. ☆

-Silver lining // Part 2 to Drainage System. ♧

H. Letham-

-Autosarcophagy // Henry's habit of 'eating' himself alive.

-Toxic Henry headcanons ♧

‐Turpentine // He can't stop thinking about you long after you've passed. ♧

-Nsfw hc. ☆

Ken-

-Eyes // Ken's worries regarding you.

-Cable knit sweater // Handjob with Ken. ☆

-Nsfw hc. ☆

-Peppered Kisses // Ken steals a jalapeño from your cutting board. What happens next will (not) shock you!

-Bark like you want it // Ken hates being ignored. ☆

-Campfire // Catching Ken. ☆

-Drivin' me insane // Ken has to be on stage soon, but you won't let him go without teasing first. ♤

-Guess I'll go eat worms // Ken doesn't seem to understand the concept of death. ♧

S. Wilder-

-NSFW Alphabet. ☆

-Piano Keys // Cockwarming with Seb. ☆

-Pretty Predicament // Sneaking under the piano while he plays. ☆

L. Lindstrom-

-Crow // Lars feeds some birds.

R. Haywood-

-NSFW Alphabet. ☆

-Brutus // Richard gets his shit rocked.

J. Thompson-

-Drown // Julian's wants, regarding you. ☆

-Dependent // Julian thinks back on his hands. ♧

C. Seavers-

-Stuntman // A morning with Colt. ♤

-NSFW Hc. ☆

-Terrible Idea // Using a vibrator in public on Colt. ☆

Noah Calhoun-

-Smile At The Moon // Your deer is long gone. ♧ ☆

Multiple-

-One NSFW hc for every character // part one. ☆

-Three NSFW hcs // Six, Henry, Ken. ☆

-Crowded // Henry, Officer K, Richard. ☆

The X-Men

Logan Howlett-

-Writing test 1 // Being eaten out by the Wolverine. ☆

-Writing test 2 // You're not supposed to move while cockwarming. ☆

-Cut me a little deeper, please! // Logan almost turns you into a kebab. ☆

-Canadian Wolfman in New York // In which Logan and you have a quickie. ☆

[ken-dom]

∘₊✧ Lars Lindstrom (Lars and the Real Girl, 2007) + text posts

[ken-dom]

Prioritise Pleasure

Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

1.6k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hey, it’s ok… see?’

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

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

‘Lars, I’m ok with this… are you?’

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

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

He nodded sharply. ‘Mmhmm-’

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

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

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

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

Another quick nod from Lars, and another hum.

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

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

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

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

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

‘N-never- I’ve never- oh!-’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Really.’

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

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

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

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

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

‘Ok,’ he agreed.

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

‘Now, how about a bath?’

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

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

[ken-dom]

Christmas Kisses

↳ with Lars, Driver or Six x gn!reader

⋆⁺₊❅ Total 2k words. Lars 880 words, Driver 670 words, Six 500 words.

⋆⁺₊❅ I’ve been wanting to write some kisses and thought, what better time is there than the holidays? So here’s a collection of festive smooches. Six was written as a little surprise for my beloved @heresthestorymorningglory – merry Sixmas, darling!

⋆⁺₊❅ Relevant content warnings listed under the header of each one shot, but generally these are NSFW.

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⋆⁺₊❅ LARS LINDSTROM — First Kiss

⋆⁺₊❅ Contents: interrupted make out, mention of the uncomfortable side of the history of mistletoe traditions

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‘Look, Lars, Mistletoe!’ you beamed, stepping through Gus and Karin’s front door before him.

Lars’s heart always skipped at the way his name slipped from your tongue so easily, but this time his blood ran hot and cold at once, too. He had been hoping beyond hope for the right time to initiate a kiss. He couldn’t do that here, though, could he?

He wanted to. So much that his tongue licked along his bottom lip without him really meaning it to. His breath quickened, he could feel his pulse beginning to race-

No, not in Gus and Karin’s hallway. Not your first kiss together, right here on the threshold of his family home on the spur of the moment. He’d dreamed of your first kiss coming naturally one romantic night, after dinner and dancing at home, or under the fairytale moonlight at the lake, or even in his car after you’d been out somewhere together and had a good time.

Mistletoe was festive at least… this could be kind of romantic given the snow and the season, but all the scenarios he’d daydreamed about shared a common factor: you were in private when you kissed.

Lars offered a tightlipped smile and zero eye contact when you turned to see why he was still frozen to the spot on the porch.

‘Lars?’ you said quietly, coaxing him back to you, watching his eyes squeeze shut and his fists clench tight.

Before he could think up an excuse that summed up his inner turmoil and still let you know he wanted you more than anything right now, Karin unwittingly saved the day.

‘Lars, honey, is that you?’ she called down the stairs, ‘We’ll be down in just a minute, come on in!’

The only thing standing in his way now was the small complication that Lars wasn’t sure how long he could sustain a kiss without pain, but for you he would at least test it, and a whole minute seemed like a good start. A minute was plenty.

His hands unclenched, his eyes locked on yours, and he marched forward until he was an inch from you, where his gaze and his voice dropped.

‘You know what they used to say about standing under mistletoe?’ he said, so huskily you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together at the sound. ‘They used to say it’s bad luck to refuse a kiss. But I don’t believe that, not one bit. If you don’t want to kiss me, it’s okay. Nothing bad will happen.’

‘I’ve never wanted to kiss you more than I do right this very second,’ you breathed, so quickly the words almost slurred together.

Lars closed the gap, knowing any pain he felt from his skin against yours wouldn’t really harm him, that he could do this just the way he’d wanted to for so long. But there was no pain, only your lips soft and enticing against his, the trace of your scent filling every breath he took, the subtle heat building between you both warming his cheeks.

He felt you pull the hat from his head, your fingers threading into his messy hair, and as if that didn’t drive him wild enough, the way your body pressed closer, begging for more ignited something inside, like a fire in his belly.

While the kiss didn’t speed up, it certainly heated up; tenderness laced with desperation. Your tongue slipped along his bottom lip, and you guessed he must have liked it because the hands ghosting carefully at your shoulders dropped and gripped your waist hard instead.

He hadn’t meant to, and he was mortified at the volume, but it felt so good when your tongues met – you felt so good, he couldn’t stop a moan making its way into your mouth, either.

You hummed back and it reassured him enough that he confidently pressed a thigh between your legs. The kiss broke for barely a second, during which you both panted and puffed and sought out the other lips again-

Until everything came to a halt at the sound of a creak, a gasp and a scuffle. 

Startled, Lars abruptly pulled himself completely away to see a flustered Karin and wide-eyed Gus paralyzed on the stairs.

You held your breath and bit your lips together, not sure whether to laugh this off or apologise profusely. Lars opted for the latter immediately, so you settled on hoping the ground would open up and swallow you whole instead.

‘No, no. We should be sorry,’ Karin gushed, while silent Gus’s brow raised. ‘We’ll just let you two finish up- I mean- well, we need to uh- we’ll be back in a moment.’

Karin ushered a reluctant Gus back upstairs, and Lars, beet red, huffed out an awkward laugh.

Letting out a breath of relief yourself, you bent to pick up Lars’s hat and stepped toward him with a smile, thumb delicately brushing over his burning cheek.

‘How about we hang some mistletoe at your place?’ you soothed as you smoothed his hair back into place and slipped the hat back into place on his head.

All the breath left Lars’s body, and he nodded, hurried and eager.

You leaned up to leave a soft peck on his cheek as you reached up and pulled a little off the sprig hanging above you. You knew Karin would only encourage it anyway.

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⋆⁺₊❅ DRIVER — Gift for The Holidays

⋆⁺₊❅ Contents: kissing, blood (from an unknown source), if you’ve read my Driver before you’ll know he has a kissing kink so a big dose of that because frankly I can’t resist and I will write it again, hand job (over clothes)

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‘What are you doing up so late on Christmas Eve?’

Driver never startled, certainly not easily anyway, so he only raised an eyebrow and smiled as he stepped out of the elevator.

‘I could ask you the same,’ he said, coolly sliding the key into his apartment door while he considered you. You captivated him endlessly, but something was different tonight. ‘Waiting for me?’

‘You caught me!’ you grinned, ‘I actually have something for you… a gift, y’know, for the holidays.’

‘I don’t celebrate,’ he said, not intending it to come off as blunt as it might have to someone who didn’t know him. The glittering of fascination in his eyes told you otherwise, though.

‘It’s something you can do anytime of year,’ you teased.

Driver, interest piqued doubly, nodded his head to the side in a signal to follow him inside as he opened the door.

His apartment was bathed in complete darkness except the lights from the street vaguely glowing in through the window. He stood in front of it to face you, and it was then that you saw the splatter of blood, dark against the white of his jacket, and a pleasantly chilling shiver ran through your body as his shadow cast over you.

He tilted his head — You have something for me? — and you realised you’d almost bitten clean through your lip just watching him.

‘It’s not something I can give you, not really. It’s something I’d like to share with you.’

Driver stared at you, willing you to go on.

‘I don’t want to spoil it but I also need to know you want it first.’

His eyes widened, waiting patiently.

‘It’s… a kiss.’

God. You knew him. He swept forward, crushing his lips to yours with bruising precision that turned you dizzy, opening your mouth with his and pressing his tongue to yours.

Your head spun. This was an art form, elegant and needy in equal measure. Driver knew how to kiss, and he knew how he wanted to do it.

He snaked his arms around your middle and pulled you flush to him, somehow deepening the kiss and feeling you shudder against him.

You managed to prize your mouth off his long enough to take a much needed breath, and in the brief moment his lips weren’t sealed to yours, a almost inaudible whimper filled the inch between you.

With an influx of oxygen came enough clarity to realise you could feel his arousal pressed against your hip. You slid a hand down between your bodies and his breath caught in his throat. He nodded when your hand paused at the waistband of his blood soaked jeans, head dropping as he tried to hold back.

When you pushed your hand lower, you could feel that the fabric was wet, but it wasn’t blood you were touching. This was warm and sticky in a different way.

Your fingertip tracing the outline of his length drew another delicious whimper from between his kiss-swollen lips, which he bit closed when you palmed his twitching length over the denim. You rubbed slow and steady; gathering by the way his fingertips were digging into your waist he wouldn’t last much longer and you didn’t want to rush him to it.

You pushed him to the bed in the corner, resuming the kiss — and the touching — the moment you were on top of him.

He writhed in heated silence beneath you until the inside of his jeans was coated in his release, hot and thick and thrillingly uncomfortable against his skin, and he couldn’t even bear to kiss anymore until he’d caught his breath.

When his heart had slowed and his breathing evened, he slipped away to clean himself up, at least you presumed, but not without telling you, ‘Stay there. It’s my turn to give you a gift.’

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⋆⁺₊❅ SIERRA SIX — A New Tradition

⋆⁺₊❅ Contents: making out, dry humping

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‘You know I’m okay with doing nothing and eating Skittles in front of the TV, right?’ Six called through while you unloaded your bags and bags of festive items.

‘Yep, and we’re doing that, but I want to start some traditions with you, too.’

Six wandered into the kitchen where you’d already unpacked a gingerbread house kit, various types of cheese, and cookie cutters in the shapes of trees and stars and holly leaves.

‘Gonna pull a snowman out of there next?’

You ignored him, mid-search for the most important item of all.

‘I’m not really one for baking…’ Six grumbled, inspecting the cutters as you dug around in another bag.

‘Aha! Close your eyes.’

Six did as you asked, although not without a little sigh of protest. A moment later he could feel you standing closer, your warm breath on his cheek as you whispered, ‘Open them.’

You could see him thinking, What? when his eyes locked back onto you, until he followed your gaze up, to where you were holding a little sprig of leaves dotted with pearly white berries and tied up with a pretty red ribbon, and his eyebrows raised.

‘Oh…’ he breathed, and then he was straight back to you, his lips brushing yours.

It was almost chaste. Almost. His kiss was so soft and lingering, so gentle, you dropped the mistletoe as you melted against him instead. 

Six shifted forward, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you to him in one swift motion. Easy, like he’d done the action a million times before, and who knows, perhaps he had by now.

He could feel your heart racing, your chest heaving for breath, and he chuckled against your mouth. All he’d ever needed to do was take it slow to have you turn to putty in his hands? Noted. 

Also noted was the way it was working for him, too, heat pooling low in his gut as your lips parted.

You sighed when his tongue smoothed against yours, so delicately that your fingers clutched at his shirt tight enough you could have ripped it, and Six moaned. Actually moaned. 

As swiftly as he’d pulled you to him, his hands found their way to the back of your thighs and he lifted you seamlessly onto the counter, sliding between your legs as you wrapped them around him and the cookie cutters clattered to the floor.

The kiss hadn’t broken all but for a brief moment, when you laughed together before his hips rolled into yours and your fingers might have actually torn the fabric of his shirt this time. The gasp you let out at the shudder it sent through you was cut short, his lips seeking yours again like a man possessed.

Six pulled away deliberately this time, resting his forehead on yours when he realised how dizzy all this had made him, but not ever ceasing the slow rocking of his hips.

Managing to retain just a hint of sarcasm betrayed by his own arousal, he cooed, ‘So, how’s this for a tradition?’

[ken-dom]

3. Cold hands in warm hands

Lars (... or any of the Goose characters*swoons*) being warmed/warming up the reader after they have to be exposed to the cold.

Melts. My. Cold. Heart

Hand holding 3. cold hands in warm hands

Lars Lindstrom x gn!reader

∘₊✧ We have @heresthestorymorningglory to thank for clearing my head with this one. To quote her — ‘not to sound too much like Lars but…’ — and then she proceeded to resolve all my writers block 💕 sorry it took a while anon!

∘₊✧ Pure fluff! Please don’t take any advice from this about being cold or frostbite!!

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‘It’s better to warm yourself slowly. If you’re too quick you could go into shock,’ Lars said confidently. There was an air of concern that he tried to hide, but it showed in his eyes and it made your heart leap that he would worry about you.

You nodded dutifully, standing before him with hands frozen stiff, unused to the cold here and having spent too long outside without gloves, believing it wouldn’t bother you. Turned out it did bother you, quite a lot more than you’d realised it might.

So thank goodness you ran into Lars at the Lake. You trusted him with ease, never having doubted him a day since you first met.

‘It’s scientifically proven that…’

He trailed off, mumbling the last couple of words as though he regretted speaking at all.

You leant forward, waiting for whatever he was hesitating with, whatever could help you regain the feeling in your fingers and avoid frostbite.

‘Yeah, Lars?’ you prompted.

‘It’s nothing… uhm… here-’

He pulled off his gloves and immediately dropped to his knees, a dull almost silent thud in the snow, the pressure of his weight wetting his trousers on the surface of it without a care. He was entirely focussed on covering your hands with the gloves, forgetting himself along the way.

He was careful not to graze your bare skin with his as he slid them on, but when he stood, he took hold of your gloved hands and placed one on top of the other, sandwiched between his own, and rubbed slowly.

He was strong. You knew this, but now you could feel it, from the firm way he gripped your hands in his and the vigour with which he massages them, gentle and careful, but firm.

And his hands must be huge because yours feel tiny inside the gloves. The thought makes your cheeks burn.

‘It might take a while,’ he muttered, staring down at your hands. You could feel him trembling as he rubbed, now, too. ‘You’ll experience some pain, and some tingling most likely, before they’re warm enough to move your joints comfortably. That’s normal, though. Try not to worry, ok? You’ll be ok, I’ll make sure of it.’

‘Thank you,’ you breathed, voice shaky.

Lars’s head was dipped, but you could see the way his mustache moved and you knew he was smiling. He always liked to be useful.

‘Hey, Lars, what were you gonna say to me before?’

‘Hmm?’

‘Something that’s scientifically proven?’

‘Oh… well,’ he cleared his throat, ‘it’s scientifically proven that… in cases like this, skin to skin contact is technically more effective because it’ll warm you the fastest way while still being safe.’

‘Oh, ok.’

You know he couldn’t do that, that it would only cause him pain or in the very least, distress. He was already doing his very best to help you; you wouldn’t ask him to try.

‘I don’t mind giving it a go, if it’ll help you,’ he looked up at you from under those gorgeously long eyelashes, partly hopeful, partly scared.

‘I couldn’t ask that of you, Lars. Really. This is fine.’

‘It’s fine, but it’s not the most effective method and…’

He stopped rubbing your gloved hands, took a deep, steadying breath, straightened his shoulders, and looked you dead in the eyes as he gently pulled the gloves from your hands and let them fall to the ground.

Visibly trembling now, his hands moved tentatively toward yours.

‘Is this ok?’ he asked, eyes glittering with nervous energy.

‘Yes,’ you said simply. ‘As long as it’s ok for you.’

He nodded, chest heaving, his heavy breath creating a cloud in the frosty air between you.

And then his hands covered yours once again. This felt warmer, all encompassing… intimate. His hands covered yours completely, confining your theory that they must be big. It felt safe.

His breath hitched and you could have sworn a little whine escaped his throat.

Lars’s shoulders dropped and he began to rub with confidence again, warm palms sliding over the backs of yours hands, skin to skin.

‘Does that- f-feel… better?’

‘Yes, it feels good. You sure you’re ok?’

He felt a feint pain, burning somewhere in the background where your skin met his, but it was nothing compared to what he felt when he had touched, or been touched, by anyone else.

This was new. It was kind of nice. He never wanted to break apart.

He nodded, worried he might make an embarrassing sound if he tried to speak now.

‘The science was right,’ you huffed out a laugh, ‘it’s working. I feel so much better now, thank you Lars.’

He stopped rubbing, but he didn’t move away. He was frozen to the spot, hands clamped around yours.

‘Want to hold my hand and walk me home? Better make sure I’m not out here too long without protection against the cold again…’

Lars beamed at you. ‘Yes. Yes! Oh! Hold on…’

He let go and bent to pick up his discarded gloves from the fresh layer of snow.

‘Here — you wear one glove…’ he slipped a glove onto your right hand, ‘and I’ll wear the other,’ he slipped the other glove onto his left hand, ‘and we can hold hands with the other two to keep warm!’

You beamed back at him.

The fingers of his bare hand interlocked with yours so easily it felt like they were made to fit together. ‘It might be warmer if…’

‘Go on,’ you encouraged, squeezing his hand with yours.

He don’t answer but you saw the blush creeping over his cheeks. He guided your connected hands into the pocket of his coat.

‘There. Now let’s get you home.’

[ken-dom]

Wake Up To Me Every Morning

Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

2.5k words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tilted your head. What was he up to?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Are you ready?’ he breathed shakily.

‘Whenever you are, Lars, sweetheart.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘May I taste you properly now?’

‘Yes, please.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘What is it, sweetheart?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[ken-dom]

Lay With Me, I’ll Lay With You

afab!Lars Lindstrom x afab!reader

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∘₊✧ Summary: Lars follows your directions when he’s desperately turned on but can’t take any more touching

∘₊✧ Authors notes: I wrote thoughts on eating Lars’s pussy and it led onto the idea for this fic, encouraged by my friends on goosecord — thank you! An extra special thank you to my partner in crime @heresthestorymorningglory who not only beta reads everything I write, but encourages my obsession with Lars’s fingers so much that I finally wrote this! And I enjoyed the heck out of it! And I wanna make Lars feel good!!

Title from Toothpaste Kisses by The Maccabees

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, making out, masturbation, fingering, instructions/dirty talk, praise, touch therapy but make it sexy

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Lars rocked into your thigh and shuddered against you.

He wanted more, despite his kiss-swollen lips beginning to tingle with that frustratingly familiar burn he was working on losing.

This was not your first kiss with him, of course; you’d lost count over the weeks, and each time Lars was growing more confident. With every kiss, the burning took longer to come on and he craved your lips, daydreamed about them locked with his when he was alone.

He whined, disappointed that he had to pull away from you. He’d recently been craving more than just your lips, no matter how he tried to fight it.

The layers between your bodies helped prolong the closeness he could manage with you, but he wanted to feel your skin on his, warm in the cool air, making him shiver hot and cold.

He had wondered if tonight he could try it, until he felt his lips hurt again.

‘I’m sorry,’ he breathed, eyes watery as they met yours. He pinched the bridge of his nose as he steadied himself, sucking in a shaky breath.

Your legs were still tangled together with his, his heat pressed against your thigh, and yours against his. He ached to chase it, but Dagmar had warned him not to move too fast, to listen to his body.

But what did that mean exactly? His body was pulling him in two vastly different directions — he needed a breather to quell the burning on his lips and tongue, while an altogether different sort of heat pooled low in his gut and spread between his legs, simmering right where your thigh was jammed deliciously against his arousal.

He whined again. Needy this time.

Instinct told you to cup his cheek in your palm, wipe away the solitary tear that had trickled down over it, ground him in your safety. But you knew that more touching wasn’t going to help, no matter how much either of you wanted it.

‘Lars, baby, what is it?’

‘I- I don’t know,’ he sniffled.

‘Is it the burning? You’re doing so well, it’s getting longer every time. And hotter,’ you smirked, knowing he would blush at that, ‘you’re such a good kisser.’

He did blush, face turning a pretty shade of pink.

‘It’s not that, it’s-’ he quickly gave up trying to decipher what bis body was trying to tell him and sighed, squeezing his eyes shut as he gestured vaguely to where your legs were interlocked.

‘Oh! Oh, Lars I’m sorry, let me give you some space-’

Rather than letting you make space, his legs clamped around yours to keep you in place, hands grasping frantically at your shoulders, and without meaning to, he moaned. Loud and unrestrained. The friction as you moved against him was just so delicious he couldn’t stop himself. 

He groaned in frustrated embarrassment, hoping you didn’t notice.

Your eyes widened.

‘Oh… you mean it feels good?’

‘Yeah.’ He whimpered, biting his lips tight together. There was no hiding it now. You might not be able to feel the way his core was throbbing, but you’d heard him moan. He’d given himself away too easily.

‘Do you… do you want me to touch you?’

Lars’s skin prickled all of a sudden and Dagmar’s advice made sense. Yes, he wanted you to touch him. More than anything he wanted your hands everywhere all at once, especially between his thighs. But his body was warning him that if you did it right now, it might hurt. He would break that barrier eventually, just like he was with kissing, but he wanted his first time with you to be pleasant and memorable for all the right reasons. Better work on holding hands and kissing for a while longer first, then.

‘Yeah, I do. Oh I really do, but-’ he trailed off, unsure how to put it into words.

‘It’s too much right now?’ you helped him.

Lars was forever thankful that you understood his needs enough that he rarely had to explain himself.

He nodded but his soft features were pained. It made your chest ache.

‘It’s too much, but you need it?’

He nodded again.

‘You know, I might just have a solution,’ you smiled, and he dared make eye contact with you again even though his cheeks were still very much ablaze.

‘What’s the solution?’ he asked, hopeful, and you paused for a moment, enjoying the way his pupils had blown, sparkling blues turned dark, begging you for what he needed. 

‘I’ve given this quite a lot of thought, actually,’ you smirked. 

‘R-really?’

‘Mmhm. It doesn’t hurt when you touch your own skin, right?’

‘No, never.’

A heavy pause fell between you. Lars could hear blood rushing in his ears as he waited for your answer.

‘So touch yourself for me.’

Lars’s whole body turned to jelly. His eyes widened, his jaw turned slack. Were you suggesting what he thought you were suggesting? With you right here, watching him? He wasn’t even sure if he did it properly when he was alone, never mind whether he could do it with eyes on him.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what I’d do, y’know? Describe exactly how I’d touch you. And you just have to follow my directions. Okay?’

Lars’s heart slammed in his chest. His immediate reaction, Yes, a thousand times, yes, screamed inside his head but came out as a shaky, ‘Okay, sure.’ He could do that. Couldn’t he?

‘Are you sure you want to?’ you said, quiet and even.

‘Yes.’ He was much more confident this time, a little dizzy at the prospect of what you’d proposed, but absolutely certain he wanted to do this with you.

Carefully, you slid yourself from within the grip of his thighs and settled at the foot of the bed while Lars rolled onto his back, propped up on his pillows, watching you, patiently waiting for you to give him his first instruction.

‘Alright,’ you began, ‘I’d start by teasing my fingers under the hem of your sweater. Just grazing your skin slightly, tucking inside your trousers a little, y’know, to test the waters.’

You watched as he did just that, fingers exploring the soft skin of his lower belly carefully. He trembled under your gaze, all kinds of thrills running through his body.

‘And when I’m sure you’d want me to go on, I’d unfasten those trousers. But not before dragging my palm over you. To feel you. And to get a reaction. Because I’d want to hear you.’

Lars cupped his clothed cunt and pulled his palm upwards, head tilting back as a spark shot through him and a little, ‘Ah!’ escaped from between his parted lips.

‘That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well for me.’

Lars groaned quietly at your praise, low and drawn out. He never took this much time with himself when he was alone. When the grasp of arousal became too much to bear and even chopping wood didn’t help to burn off the energy, he got straight to it and hurried to his orgasm, feeling dirty and more than a little guilty when the brief pleasure subsided. But this felt good. Really good.

‘Once your trousers were undone,’ you went on ‘I’d slide a hand slowly inside your underwear, feel how turned on you are for me. How silky and wet you’ve gotten.’

Impatiently, Lars’s fingers made their way inside his underwear and pushed lower. His folds did feel silky. He’d never really thought about it before, but it felt kind of nice against his fingertips, warm and slippery over soft, puffy skin.

‘Does that feel good?’ you breathed.

Lars nodded, his own breath heavy, fingers exploring over his opening slowly, like you’d asked.

‘I’d drag my fingers through your swollen folds, spread your slick around and get you whining for more.’

Lars’s breath hitched as he felt through his folds just like you said you would, hitting every nerve along the way until he reached his clit and his body jolted. He couldn’t remember even being this sensitive.

He couldn’t wait until you could really do this to him, but this felt incredible enough for now.

‘I’d take my fingers away completely next. Leave you wanting. Because I’ve got you so worked up, you’ve forgotten your trousers are still on, but I’d want to see you. I’d want you to see what I’m doing to you, too.’

Brow furrowed in protest at the instruction to stop touching, Lars reluctantly followed your instructions, removing his hand from inside his underwear, clenching his thighs together in their absence.

His fingers were coated in his arousal and the sight of it made your own core clench.

‘I wouldn’t want to make a mess of your trousers, and I most definitely would want to taste you. So I’d lick my fingers clean.’

Lars’s eyes widened again, but without question, he brought his fingers to his lips and pushed them inside, sucking lightly, moaning around them as he tasted himself. He’d never tried that before. He imagined you tasting him, and it made his stomach do flips. He imagined tasting you and felt like he almost passed out.

‘Then, I’d finally take those trousers off. And your underwear with them. Like unwrapping a present made just for me...’

Fumbling a little, Lars slipped everything he was wearing on his bottom half off and dropped it all unceremoniously to the floor beside the bed, pressing his legs together now he was exposed.

‘I’d tease my fingers up and down your thighs to loosen you up, then I’d grip them tight, squeeze them… and spread them wide.’

Swallowing hard, Lars followed, shivering again as his fingertips raked over untouched flesh, dug his fingers in, kneading at his own flesh, and then spread himself open for you to see.

Instinctively, you licked your lips. You longed to dive between those thick thighs and eat him out for hours, lap up every drop of his juices, make him cum over and over until he could barely remember his own name.

But that was for another time. For now, you would enjoy the sight. And what a sight it was.

His pussy looked as thick and delicious as the rest of him, soft hair surrounding it in the same shade as his mustache. He was glistening, entrance dripping and big juicy clit swollen and visibly throbbing, standing to attention, just begging to be touched. You turned lightheaded.

‘I’d… I’d pause for a moment,’ you stalled, ‘just to take your beauty in. To think about all the ways I’d want to make you scream my name. About how much I want to touch you. But I’d need to pace myself because more than anything I’d want to enjoy making you feel good.’

Lars’s fingers were digging painfully into his thighs where he’d gripped them now. If they weren’t, they’d already be between his legs, relentlessly rubbing his clit and desperately fucking himself until he found his release, but you hadn’t given the instruction for that. So he waited obediently no matter how impossible it was becoming to wait.

‘And then… I’d drag my fingers-’ you held your hand up to demonstrate, still absolutely hypnotised, ‘-from your entrance to your clit. And I’d stay there a while, rubbing slow, precise little circles into you, feeling you tremble against me.’

Lars shakily moved his fingers to collect his wetness and spread it up to massage his clit the way you’d told him to do it. It was torture. Incredible, frustrating, electric torture.

He threw his head back into the pillow, groaning low and guttural as he worked firm, slow circles into his bundle of nerves, alight in a way they’d never been.

‘I’m not-’ he panted, writhing against the mattress, ‘I’m n-not gonna- oughh- last-’

‘I’d relish in how sensitive you are, but give you mercy, plunging a finger inside and curling it upward, beckoning slowly at first — but when I feel you tightening around my finger, I’d fuck you on it without any mercy at all-’

Lars shook as he slid his middle finger lower and pushed it inside, filling himself. 

You watched how he dragged it in and out and god how you wanted those thick fingers inside you, too.

‘I’d press the heel of my palm against your clit so every thrust of my finger rubbed you there too until you’d unravel for me-’

Lars’s tried to ease himself toward his climax, but he was fucking himself hard and fast now, the lewd sloshing of his arousal echoing around the room along with his heavy breath, laced with a desperate grunt each time he drew out and slammed his finger back in.

‘Cum for me, Lars,’ you moaned, watching as he clenched around his own finger, dreaming of the way he’d feel contracting around yours.

His back arched off the bed as his peak wracked through his body, and his free hand bunched the sheets into a tight fist as he came undone, your name falling from his lips.

‘I’d slow my finger as the aftershocks subside, still moving it inside you, but gentler now, easing you down from your high,’ you panted, gripping the sheets in your own fists, now too.

‘And then I’d hold you. Tell you how good you were for me, how warm you felt and how delicious you tasted. How I can’t wait to make you cum for me like that again. And again. And again.’

Lars turned to bury his face into his pillow, overwhelmed by his orgasm, and by your words. He wanted that. So much. He imagined he was burying his face into your shoulder, taking in your scent, intoxicating himself on you.

‘Are you alright, Lars?’

He nodded into the pillow and reached out toward you, and you wasted no time crawling back up to lay beside him. He dropped an arm around your middle and you stayed there in silence until he caught his breath.

‘Did that feel good?’

‘Yeah,’ he mumbled against your shoulder, ‘really good. Thank you.’

‘I can’t wait to have those fingers inside me,’ you said, quiet and seductive. ‘I might have been telling you what to do, but those things work magic. I can tell.’

Lars flushed again, an idea breaking through the dissipating haze of arousal.

‘Until then, do you want to… could I- could I tell you how I’d do it? To- to you?’

You smiled. ‘I’d love you to.’