joking . but, hey everyone!! my (actual) name is julia — but you may call me STARR. i'm an intermediate level author, intermediate level artist, intermediate level animator, reality shifter, and i'm multifandom!!
i go by — she / they, and i identify as female (but not entirely connected to femininity / demigirl)!! i wont be sharing my age, so make me up to be whateeever you believe i am.
i have no definite form, after all.
on tumblr, i do all sorts of stuff. but i mostly post fanfictions and art. you can find links to my socials posted HERE!! this post will update from time-to-time to make sure you are all up to date.
i dont post very often.... BUT, i do reblog a lot of fanfiction, art, aus, and rambles from other creators, gosiplier ships, phm ships and many more! if you're looking for anything iswm/ahwm/adwm/hkm/iron lung/w'm'w or phm/fall guy/la la land/drive/latrg or BOTH ( whether it be smut, or fluff, or angst ) — YOU CAN CHECK OUT MY REBLOGS ( but im sure the fanfic part of my reposts is... that hidden by bloodymary reposts ).!!
wittthh that said... i should probably give you all a list to the links of my fics, cause with all the reblogs and stuff — they're bound to be lost in the mix....
— oh! oh! right, also, my other socials! i should be sharing that too.
Ryland Grace x Reader:
A sign of the times
(platonic, past student-teacher relationship, slight angst)
A city of Stars
(ryland grace × gender-neutral spouse reader on earth)
Darkiplier x Reader:
to be added...
Engineer Mark x Reader:
I (not so) gently open the door..
( engineer mark × suicidal, gender-neutral captain )
Simon x reader:
to be added...
Dave Torres x reader:
to be added...
Colt seavers x reader:
to be added..
[Char] ×/+ [Char]
At the beach, but only in this life (and only for you).
Angsty Simon hallucinations. Bloodymary.
Home, where I belong
fic inspired off the bloodymary isekai au
My dear Ryland, you never showed up. And after seeing the news, I understand why.
coltland twins au where he is a tad bit too late.
socials:::
AO3
Wattpad
Tiktok
Youtube
Characterhub
this is just an additional part of the page to show my appreciation to certain things that i am interested in!
my favorite artists + their aus:
- strattland comic / @yawnve on tiktok!
- bloodymary isekai au / @lcdlcdlcd on tumblr!
my favorite youtubers:
- @yawnve on youtube!
- @markiplier on youtube!
- @LixianTV on youtube!
my favorite fanfics (ao3):
- the seeds of eden by PoliteMenacePhD
- panoramic by remrose
- one half of a whole, where nothing bleeds, and based on a true story by interstellarisms
- avoiding you by astroscorpion
- the patron saints of one way trips by CC (Sp0n6e)
- decadence by FDQ
- discordant by EvieNyx
my (personal) favorite ships:
- strattland = eva stratt × ryland grace
- bloodymary (both ava/eva and simon/grace)
- sundaydriver = lars × driver
- (some) parts of siava = simon × ava, darkconvict = darkiplier × simon, and discodoll = ken × wilford 'motherloving' warfstache
(say it with me: WE NEED MORE COLT X JODY X READER FICS!!!! I am a very VERY strong believer in Dom!Jody if you couldn’t tell
A big thank you to my love @lalalunawrites for editing this despite not being a part of the Ry Gos fandom I love you so dearly 🫶
….may change the name idk)
Word count: 1.2k
NFSW UNDER CUT!!!!
You hear the door slam shut and one of your partners hurried footsteps, “Umm hello?” You call out, sitting up on the couch.
“Go to the kitchen and bend over the counter!” Jody practically orders from the bedroom as she rummages through the dresser.
You frown but get off the couch and do what's told. “Jod are you ok baby? Where is Colt?” You call out a bit concerned.
“I’m perfectly fine, and Colt is stuck on set,” Jody replies with a grin on her face and something behind her back. “Umm excuse me when I ask you to bend over the counter I also expect these off too,” Jody tsked snapping the band of your leggings. You try so hard not to lose it right there, just something about the authority in her voice and her accent that makes you fold instantly.
Your face flushes as you start to feel dizzy with arousal but you push past it, “I know sweetie but first. Are you ok? Did something happen on set?” You ask with genuine concern in your voice as you cup her face searching her eyes. “You don’t usually come home this fired up, that's usually Colt’s thing,” You softly tease.
“I know, that's why I’m doing it, and yes I’m ok darling I promise. Colt pissed me off during filming. You know how cocky he gets after a successful stunt, believing he is the best stunt man there is. Which of course he is right but he can’t know that or else his ego will get too big. Anyway, he kept talking about how he just can’t wait to come home and essentially rail us both into oblivion- again you know how he gets after a big stunt and I mean this one was huge! But anyway I got fed up with his bragging and because I got to come home sooner than he did I wanted to beat him to it,” explains, beaming as she holds up her strap and harness.
You stand there shocked, not by what she’s saying more so shocked that you’re not surprised this is happening. “So Jody… you’re telling me you *need* to fuck me now because you want want to piss off our boyfriend by fucking me first?!” Jody freezes, scared for a second that she upset you. But you quickly put an end to that thought, “God Jod, why didn’t you tell me sooner!” You exclaim, pulling down your leggings and underwear, getting into position.
“God I knew I loved you for a reason.” Jody teases already pressing kisses down your neck, as her fingers find their way to your clit to get you ready to take her strap.
~~~
The door gets slammed shut as Colt barrels through the entry way. “Jody? Sweetheart? Where are you guys?” he calls slightly out of breath as he rushes to take off his shoes. He is going to kill Tom for causing him to stay late tonight.
“In here!” Jody calls in a sickly sweet voice and Colt already knows he’s fucked.
Colt heads into the kitchen and yep, Tom Ryder is fucking dead for keeping him. There in the kitchen you are spread out, bent over the counter clutching the edge as Jody and her strap pound into you from behind. Your eyes are glazed and rolling back into your head while Jody is keeping up a brutal pace and barely breaking a sweat —Colt will never not be impressed by this.
“Oh hi baby! How was the rest of the shoot?” Jody asks casually as she thrusts into you hard causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Shoot was fine…” Colt mumbles transfixed on the way the fake cock slides out of your wet folds with such ease. Colt shakes his head trying to remember what he was going to do. “Ummm what’s- what's going on here?” He stutters, taking in the sight. Colt has to readjust his pants now suddenly feeling WAY too tight, cursing himself and his love of skinny jeans.
“Oh! That’s simple! You got wayyyy too cocky about your stunt earlier and kept bragging to me about some macho-man bull shit about how you wanted to fuck both of us once you came home blah blah blah, so I decided to come home and do it for you instead. You know, put you in your place!” Jody’s words sound friendly but you and Colt know her well enough to hear what she really means. You turn your head and watch as Colt’s strong tough facade crumbles into a sort of submission.
Colt swallows “Oh… yeah that- that makes sense.” He inches closer to the two of you, as if unsure he's allowed near.
Jody eyes Colt with a look of distaste at his hesitation. “God what are you doing? Get over here gosh!”
Colt rushes over to her, his erection now straining against his zipper. He quickly moves himself behind her, resting his head on her shoulder while mouthing at her neck. You let out a moan as you can feel Colt’s arm snake past Jody as his fingers begin playing with your clit, the sensation bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Mmm look at you Colt, bringing both me and our girl some pleasure,” Jody praises as she rolls her head to the side allowing him more space to press bruising kisses. “So good taking care of us~ being used for our needs,” Jody purrs and Colt can’t help but let out a high whine at her words, rubbing his clothed cock against her ass.
You feel your orgasm build and build at the mix of the thick silicone cock thrusting in and out of you, Colt’s large fingers toying with your clit too deep in his arousal to have any sort of pattern in his movements, and of course Jody’s praises and teasing that aren't even geared towards you but still turn you on all the same. “Jod! Oh please sweetie sweetie I’m close!!” You cry out, reaching back trying to get her attention.
“Oh yeah? Are you close my darling? Are you gonna come on my thick cock? You just needed the both of us to get you there? Mmm greedy little pussy you have huh? “She murmurs her voice sickly sweet to the point of condescension. “Fine then baby, you can cum.”
You let out a loud moan as you shatter around the fake cock buried inside of you as your clutch on to Colt’s wrist for dear life. You are gasping and painting and whining out a mixture of Jody and Colt’s names as you come.
Colt, already worked to the brink simply from thrusting against Jody’s ass and from what's happening in front of him can’t hold off anymore and quickly follows behind you. His teeth sink into Jody’s shoulder as he feels himself come in his jeans with one final thrust.
Jody eventually slows down and gently pulls out of you and slumps back against Colt, all three of you needing to catch your breath.
Once you catch your breath, you start leaving teasing kisses on the other side of her neck that Colt missed. “Mmm seems me and Colt need to show you how much we appreciated that,” you purred with a nip.
“Oh you don’t need to-“ Jody started to argue but Colt quickly shut her up with a kiss.
“Oh but we really do Jod, especially after how good you took care of the both of us,” Colt says, already picking Jody up and over his shoulder as you lead them towards the bedroom.
“It's your turn.”
(Soooooo do we want a part two of taking care of Jody? Yes or no 🤭)
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sometimes I genuinely forget that not all iron lung fans like markiplier outside of that because I mentioned simoneer when we were talking about bloodymary and they were so confused
personally i find it impossible not to watch markiplier after iron lung. like that man is well known and you probably heard about him while you were searching up about the movie or listening to background whispers after watching the movie and you probably heard about his other short films. i mean. youve seen a quarter of his acting career. how can you not be tempted to watch the rest?
been loving writing the isekai fic except im following canon (the comic) close as possible so i need damn near approved information to carry through which means i need to stall every time there is something in a chapter that idk anything about but that is alrighty
Summary: shameless bloodymary smut. inspired by this post from @wraithillustrates . this is not a cute lil fluffy fuck! read the tags! also sorry I used a ~ lol it felt better than a ! (wc: 3.8k) || ao3
top!ryland, bottom!simon, established relationship, bondage, praise kink, doctor kink, rough sex, power play / dynamic, face fucking, blow job, spit as lube, anal fingering, sweetheart, orgasm control, handjob, multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, degredation kink, dry orgasm, orgasm delay, edging, hehe refractory, color system, pet names, aftercare
Simon could hear the fibers of rope grinding against each other. Getting tighter and tighter around his wrists. Pulling his shoulders back, keeping them in place.
“You okay? It’s not too tight?” Grace asked, running his fingers around the rope, against the delicate skin of Simon’s wrist.
“Yes,” Simon’s voice was weak already, he could feel the blush across his cheeks. Even the first step of being tied up by Grace had his mind in a haze.
Grace pulled Simon’s wrists further behind him by the rope and leaned down so his lips brushed against his ear. “Yes, what?”
Simon felt blood rush to his cock, already half hard with anticipation. His mind threw all the nicknames he had for Grace to the front of his thoughts. He knew what Grace was looking for. “Yes, doctor.”
Grace ran his tongue up Simon’s neck, eliciting a whine from him. “Very good.”
Simon’s head fell back, landing on Grace’s shoulder.
“Don’t tell me you’re getting tired already, handsome. The fun is just getting started.” Grace’s voice was commanding. Simon lifted his head, “No, doctor. I’m sorry. Please, what do I do next?”
Simon loved all the sides of Grace. His teacher side, his long term partner side, his grumpy in the morning side, all of them. But this side. When Simon got to completely let go and let his doctor tell him what to do, how to make him happy. It was his favorite.
Grace walked around to face Simon, who was still on his knees, arms over his head. Simon’s eyes trailed up all six feet of Grace. Fuck, he was handsome.
“You look so pretty on your knees like this.” Grace squatted down in front of Simon. They were so close, Grace took Simon’s chin in his hands and gently pulled him in for a kiss.
Simon whined when Grace pulled away, feeding Grace’s smirk.
“Do you want more, beautiful?”
Simon nodded eagerly, “Yes, please, yes.”
Grace unzipped his pants, letting them fall to his ankles and stepping out of them as he took his cock in his hand. It peered out of his boxers, slowly revealing itself as Grace’s hand worked faster.
“Here you go, baby.” Grace stepped towards Simon and fed his cock into his open mouth, chuckling in pleasure as Simon greedily took him in.
Simon’s tongue swirled circles around Grace’s dick, and he hollowed his cheeks as he sucked him deeper to his throat. His arms were still above his head, aching from the position. The pain only made him work harder.
“You’re so good at this,” Grace whispered, using his hand to keep the strands of Simon’s hair that fell past his headband out of his eyes. Clipped breaths left Grace’s mouth, eyes narrowed on Simon below him. He really did look beautiful like this. Eyes closed, mouth stretched open around the girth of him. Putting all his efforts into pleasing him. He was perfect.
Simon then took Grace to the hilt and hummed, a trick he’d been waiting to try.
Grace arched over Simon, fingers tightening in his hair as he moaned in surprise. “Ohhhh, Simon,” his eyes were closed now, oblivious to Simon gazing up at him, drinking in the reaction. “Simon, do that again.”
So again, holding Grace’s dick down his throat, he hummed. This time, he held it out until he’d counted to five. The sound from Grace was like music to his hears. He’d earned a lot of moans and praises from him over the years, but this was new.
“Simon,” Grace let his partner’s name fall from his lips. His mind was destroyed from the rush of pleasure. He’d never felt something like that before, and he would do anything to keep feeling it. But now, he needed more. He savored the warmth of Simon’s mouth for a few more seconds before pulling out. He watched as Simon slowly closed his mouth, licking around his lips to clean the saliva that had dripped out.
“Was that okay?” Simon figured it was, but the sudden loss from his mouth left him desperate.
“Sweetheart,” Grace stepped to him again, and pulled him to his feet. He pulled Simon’s chest against his own by the front of his shirt, framing their faces with Simon’s biceps. “I am going to fuck you until you come dry.”
They’d talked about that before, and had safe words in place. But it had been a few weeks, and they hadn’t talked about it since.
In that moment, Simon couldn’t think of anything he wanted more.
“That sound okay with you?” Grace’s tone was firm, but Simon knew he could redirect them right now if he wanted. But he knew his response before Grace had finished asking the question.
“Yes, doctor.”
Grace’s eyes flooded with a dark shimmer. “Good, that’s what I want to hear. Now go lay down on the bed, on your back, to rest your arms.”
Simon obeyed without hesitation, Grace following. Sweat was already in his hair, a few pieces dangling over his forehead. So as Grace reached over Simon to take his sweatpants off, Simon leaned up and licked the side of his forehead. Tasted the sweat his mouth had made fall from that face.
“You want me that bad?” Grace sneered, but couldn’t deny the heat it sent through his body.
“Yes, sir. Fuck. Please.” Simon was a mess, and Grace was only getting started.
“Sir?” Grace stripped Simon’s lower half, leaving just his shirt as he crawled over him. “Do you like calling me that?” He straddled Simon’s hips and pushed his shirt up to expose his chest. Grace’s canvas.
Leaning down, he bit Simon’s neck, feeling hot flesh bend beneath his teeth before closing his lips around them and sucking. Once he knew there’d be a dark blossom in place, he raised his head to whisper in Simon’s ear. “Answer me, darling. Did you like calling me sir?”
“Yes,” Simon pleaded, jerking his hips upwards and grinding their cocks together. It was messy, but Simon would have done anything to feel Grace against him.
“Now, now.” Grace bit his lip at the friction, but had returned to his neutral expression by the time he was properly straddling Simon again. “Getting impatient? Tell me what you want, then.” He ran his hands up Simon’s chest, fingers taking their time to appreciate each finely toned muscle.
All words left Simon’s mind. He wanted Grace buried so deep inside him. He wanted to be filled with his come until it leaked out of him and onto their sheets. He wanted to come so hard he went numb. But all he could manage was a whimper.
“Use your words, or I won’t give you anything.”
“Fuck! Please, fuck me, please.”
“Who are you asking?”
“Doctor.”
“Good. I’ll fuck you, but I want you to come once, first.”
Simon nodded, desperate for touch as he attempted to roll his hips under Grace’s weight. His arms shifted to relax into the mattress while still being restrained.
“You want me to touch you?”
“Please,” his response was automatic.
Grace moved one of his thighs between Simon’s legs, nudging Simon’s legs apart. “Lift this up for me, baby.”
Simon’s face heated, but he did as he was told. While one of his legs stayed pinned under Grace’s body, he raised the other to a ninety degree angle.
“Good, perfect. Just how I want you.” Grace’s voice had reached the tone that sent sparks through Simon’s blood.
“Spit,” Grace ordered, placing his hand in front of Simon’s mouth. Simon lifted his head enough to spit into Grace’s palm.
He swirled a finger in it before plunging into Simon’s ass, starting to finger him open. At the same time, he wrapped his palm with the rest of the spit around Simon’s length, moving his hands in tandem.
“Ahhh~” Simon cried out, the sudden stimulation activating his senses. “Oh fuck, so good, fuck.” He moaned, vocal just the way Grace liked.
He hadn’t always been so loud. But once he’d learned Grace had a praise kink too, and how he was rewarded for being vocal, he’d let himself indulge.
Grace kept a steady rhythm in his right hand while pulling his left finger to the rim of Simon’s hole. He began circling it with pressure before adding a second finger to the movement.
“Ohhh fuck, please, more, yes,” Simon rolled his hips, desperate for the emptiness inside him to be stretched back out.
Grace eased his two fingers inside, reaching his knuckles before he started fingering him again. He moved fast, muscles flexing as his fist hit Simon’s ass again and again.
Simon whimpered, head falling to the side as his hips began to jerk involuntarily. A minute went by before Grace saw him bite his bottom lip, a tell Simon had reached a comfortable level of pleasure.
A sign it was time for more.
Grace began separating his fingers each time he drove them into Simon, stretching him just a bit more before he’d add a third. That always made Simon beg in the most delicious way.
This time, Grace added his ring finger without easing it in. He knew Simon liked the pain.
“Fuck!” Simon shouted, hips struggling to jerk off the bed. Grace wished he had a third hand to hold that waist of Simon’s down, but there was no way he was going to stop what either of his hands were doing.
“Good, good. You’re taking my fingers so well, already so wet down here.”
Simon opened his eyes and peered at Grace. His face was red, muscles in both arms flexing as he worked Simon to his first orgasm. He watched as Grace’s eyes went from his hand buried between his legs to his cock. The hunger in those eyes was undeniable.
And then they were on him.
“Are you going to come for me, sweetheart?”
“Mmmm,” Simon moaned in response, then gathering up the energy for the words. “Yes, ohfuck I’m close.”
Grace kept his motions, watching as Simon’s teeth clamped over his lip, then his eyes squeezed shut. He held that for a few seconds before his hips jerked hard against Grace, come shooting from his dick as his mouth fell open.
“Ryland, Ryland, ohfuck, fuck, Ryland! Fuck!”
Grace let a groan leave his throat, so deep it was almost a growl.
Simon’s chest heaved as he rode out his first orgasm. The most they’d gone in a round was two. The most in a day, three. Grace decided then and there he’d get him to five.
“You’re so beautiful when you’re coming for me,” his voice stayed deep, and he slowly pulled his fingers free. “Ready to do it again?”
In the instant Simon tried to think of which word to use, Grace repositioned himself so he was fully between Simon’s legs, and started fucking him. Hard. He fell over Simon, one hand flat against the mattress, holding him up. The other found that rope and gripped it tight, pulling it against Simon’s wrists.
Simon’s legs shot up, desperate for Grace deeper inside him. Moans were spilling from his mouth, his back arched until his chest met Grace’s.
The sound of pounding filled the room, smack after smack of Grace drilling into Simon without stutter.
Simon kept rolling his hips, desperate for as much of Grace as he could take and then – stars. Grace hit the spot inside him that sent something closer to a scream than a moan from deep in his chest.
Grace gasped in Simon’s ear, the pressure against his tip bringing him closer to his own finish.
“Come… for me…. beautiful,” Grace commanded between thrusts. He knew Simon was right on the edge, so he took the hand from his wrists and reached between them.
At his order, and the fifth slam against his prostate combined with Grace’s hand working that devilish magic between them, Simon came. His hips jerked up, unrestrained this time. Grace moved with him, slowing his pace just barely as he enjoyed the show.
Simon sang his name another time, and Grace vowed he would do anything this man ever wanted.
His own orgasm was close, so close. He saw Simon’s chest collapse against the mattress and knew his second orgasm had ridden its course.
Careful to stay buried deep in Simon, Grace turned his legs beneath him until he was on his shins, knees framing Simon’s ass and pushing his legs further in the air.
And just like that, Grace gripped Simon’s waist with his hands and resumed fucking into him.
Simon gasped, voice weak from strain, and Grace’s head fell back at the euphoria. He could stay like that forever. Buried deep in Simon, using him until he was satisfied.
“You feel so tight Si,” Grace praised, “Gonna make me come.”
“Yes, yes, please,” Simon didn’t need a functioning brain to know he wanted Grace coming inside him. “Fill me, fill me, fuck.”
“Color?” Grace pulled his head forward from being lolled to the side.
Simon’s eyes snapped to his, “Green.”
A sigh left Grace’s lips. He was so fucking close.
“I’ll fill you, handsome. You want my come in you?”
“Yes,” Simon’s voice was louder now, mind slightly clearer from their check in.
Grace’s fingers tightened against Simon’s skin, knuckles turning white as he rolled his hips again and again against him.
“You like when I treat you like this?” Sweat dripped from Grace’s hair to Simon’s pelvis, “Fucking you like a doll?”
The expletive from his lovers mouth was enough to barrel him to the edge. The realization of just how far he was going to take this. What all he’d do to deliver on his promise. He moaned, “Mmhmmm.”
“Good, that’s what you are, you know? When I take you like this,” Grace’s face sneered at his own words, “use you until I decide you’ve come enough.”
Simon’s thighs ached from being held in the air, but the pleasure of having his ass used so ruthlessly overrode it. He would stay like that however long Grace demanded.
“Ohhh sweetheart, I’m close.”
Simon whined, and clenched down around Grace’s cock as he thrust into him.
“Ohhhhh Simon!!” It only took one time for Grace to break, panting as he came inside him.
Simon hadn’t realized how close he was to a third orgasm. He knew they’d done three in a day, and two in a row, but never like this. He hadn’t felt the coil tight in his pelvis, the stretch deep inside him. But it all hit him at once when he felt Grace’s cock pulsing inside him.
“Fuck!” He shouted, beads of come leaking from the tip of his cock. Grace’s head rose, eyes shooting between Simon’s legs.
“Was that three?” he taunted, voice laced with lust and pride.
“I think so,” Simon’s voice was soft.
Grace waited a few seconds, squeezing all the come he could into Simon before pulling out of him.
Simon gasped at the loss, but his head fell back when he felt a drop of something warm leak to his back.
“You think so?” Grace, still half hard, scooted back until his head was between Simon’s legs. He’d lowered them so his feet were resting on the mattress, relief flooding his burning thighs.
Grace licked up the back of Simon’s cock, swirling his tongue over the tip. He took Simon in his hand, and looked up to his eyes. “I guess I’d better make sure you know it this time.”
Grace didn’t know if this would take Simon longer than usual, or he’d come in record time. Either way, he was more than ready to spend the next portion of his life bruising the back of his throat.
Simon’s head fell back against the bed, and he left it that time, trying not to buck his hips too hard but starting to lose himself already.
“Mmmm, feels so good,” Simon moaned.
In response, Grace took him all the way to the back of his throat, jaw stretching as wide as he could, and he hummed.
“Ohhhh! Fuck!” Simon’s hips thrust through all the mental restraint he had and he fucked into Grace’s mouth. He wished his hands were free so he could feel Grace’s hair against his fingers, but knowing he didn’t have the option just made the whole situation hotter.
He tried to hold himself back, not wanting to actually hurt Grace, but before he could Grace had his hands on his back and was pressing Simon deep into him.
His pelvis touched Grace’s nose. That beautiful fucking nose.
Simon’s mind was numb, his arm was still tingling from his last orgasm, and to top it off, Grace hummed. And he moved his head as Simon’s hips jerked, taking him deeper and deeper into his throat.
He heard Grace gagging around him, the tightening of his throat only bringing him closer. His body started to tense, his hips losing control as Grace kept humming and gagging around him. His tongue’s flat pressure against the back of his cock only brought him closer. It was magnified every sensation.
And then it was gone. Cold air hit his cock, and Simon cried out.
“You didn’t think I’d let you come again that easily, did you?” Grace massaged his jaw as he spoke before leaning over to whisper in Simon’s ear. A hand ran up his torso, shirt still pushed all the way up, and pinched his nipple.
Simon whimpered.
“You’ll have to show me just how desperately you want this one.”
“Please,” the word flung itself from Simon’s lips, “Please, I’ll show you, please.”
Grace repositioned himself between Simon’s thighs and wrapped his arms around them, bringing Simon nearly on top of him.
“I love this view,” Grace spoke, letting his eyes slowly wander down Simon’s body. “You’re perfect. And you’re doing such a good job for me.”
Simon’s dick twitched, desperate for the warmth that had been ripped away. They’d edged a few times before. Simon never lasted long.
“Please,” he whispered, and cried out again when Grace lowered his head over him.
Grace bobbed his head, dragging slow patterns around Simon’s cock with his tongue. He took his time, devouring every drop of precum, massaging his thighs as he worked hands free.
Simon was in ecstasy. Surely there was no better feeling than this. Fucked out orgasm after orgasms, now laying here while each sensation brought him slowly closer to a familiar cliff.
Would this be his last one? He wanted to savor it.
Like Grace read his mind and accepted the challenge, he felt more and more of him slide against his tongue and down to his throat. He heard Grace inhale slowly through his nose. And then Grace hummed again, at the same time as he hollowed his cheeks.
The vibrations shot pleasure straight to his brain. He wasn’t going to be savoring anything for very long at this rate. Grace wagged his tongue in his mouth, digging his fingers deep into Simon’s thighs.
He wondered if there would be ten perfect bruises there tomorrow. He hoped there would be.
“Ohhfuck, Doctor!!” the term flew from him on instinct as he came, endorphins rushing to fill his veins. But he also felt… empty. He felt a few drops of come leave him, but the complete sensation was different this time.
Had he done it?
But then, he felt it. More come sprang from him, trailing down his cock into Grace’s throat. Just a little, but enough. Grace swallowed it eagerly, not pulling away until Simon had stilled his twitching.
Grace was beaming. He leaned up, resting his arms around Simon’s head and kissing him deeply. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Simon nuzzled into him, ready to start relaxing, when Grace continued speaking.
“You think you can give me one more?”
Simon whimpered.
“Honey?” Simon warmed at the endearment, but his brain latched to the tone.
Grace wasn’t asking.
Simon nodded against him. “Is that what I need, doctor?”
Grace bit into his shoulder, then brought his teeth to the spot where his shoulder met his neck, and sucked. Simon writhed, his body unknowing if it wanted closer or distance from the sensation.
He pulled his lips away, admiring the two marks he’d now left. He looked to Simon’s eyes. “Color?”
Simon thought for a moment. He looked down at his body, it looked like him, but he felt so used. So fucked, so filled. But a little part of him was still begging for more.
“Green,” Simon’s voice was low, and he shifted a bit. “You should make sure I don’t have a single drop left.”
Grace’s head fell to rest on Simon’s, pressing their foreheads together. He shakily exhaled, breath on Simon’s face. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”
Simon rubbed his cock against Grace’s, eyes pleading.
“I will never get enough of you,” Grace confessed, leaning back and lining himself up to fuck him. He looked to Simon, so blissfully fucked out, yet willing to be used again. Arms so pretty tied above him. And that face. He wished he could take a picture of how Simon looked right now. It’d probably make him come handsfree if he looked long enough.
Simon gave him a small nod and pushed Grace against him.
Grace bit his lip, shaking his head as he pushed back into Simon. They both groaned at the sensation.
“I won’t last,” Grace whispered, and began a slower pace than he’d had before. His hands ran across Simon’s chest, damp with sweat, and found his hips again.
Simon was moaning thoughtlessly as Grace used him. This was slower, more intentful, each thrust deep into him and angled just right.
“Oh, Si…” he thrust just a bit faster, one hand dropping to fist the sheets as the other tightened around Simon’s waist.
“Ryland,” Simon choked out, and his cock twitched erratically against his stomach. But nothing came out. His face pinched, mouth falling open as he rode this feeling out.
The movements on top of his speed sent Grace spiraling into his orgasm, head falling between his shoulders as he released another round.
A few moments passed before Grace looked up. Simon had relaxed, laying with his eyes closed. Grace slowly pulled out of him and reached up to unknot the rope between his hands.
“There you go, sweetheart,” Grace cooed, sliding the rope down Simon’s arms before tossing it to the floor. He lowered Simon’s arms to his sides and gently kissed his temple.
“Are you feeling okay?” he whispered, studying Simon’s face.
“Yeah,” he whispered, “come lay with me.”
Grace didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arm over Simon’s torso while the other reached above him, untangling Simon’s hair.
“You’re everything I could ever want. In every way.” Grace whispered into Simon’s ear, placing slow kisses around his forehead.
“So are you,” Simon mused, and they both smiled as they closed their eyes and snuggled into each other.
