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Mister Fix It
(Ryland Grace x reader)
‘Times Ryland mindlessly used his sleeper strength to fix things for you without batting an eye.’
Ryland Grace out here pioneering Cozy in Space vibes
Isle of the Dead -Arnold Böcklin (1880)
The Death of Icarus" -Alexandre Cabanel (1857)
reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a fucking break
monarch of positive self talk Murderbot has returned
reblog to tell prev she's a good girl
"does it feel good?", your voice tickled his ear. It did. It felt so good. So warm, tight and fudging awesome— you could feel his lips parting from underneath of your hand. His breath hitting your already slicked palm.
Hips left the bed as it pushed into your fist. Fist that was wrapped around his cock like a soft caress. Dragging perfectly as it moved up and down, up and down, up and—
"mhphh—", his eyes closed. Head tilting back. Resting against your shoulder, your hand pressing against his open mouth as he whimpered. "It does, doesn't it?", you could feel his hair moving everytime he writhed against you. Dragging against your cheek or your neck. It made you wanna tease him further.
"come on, Ry", you cooed. The hand on his mouth slipping down slightly to cup his jaw. Surrounding area of his mouth slick with his own spit. Breathless sounds escape as soon as your hand moves.
"it's rude not to answer", you smiled. A devilish one. Lord, you'll be the death of him. His hips writhe against the sheets as he chases that high. That's now building in his stomach, pushing down and down till it's settled deep in his core. Making his heels press deep against the mattress, creasing the sheets further.
He was so close, so perfectly close. Every swipe of your thumb over his cock head, or a pressured drag over the vein that was dragging down his to his abdomen before you drag it up again and squeeze at the end before quickening the pace.
"please, please, plea—", your hand was over his mouth again. Muffled and spit pooled words hit your palm. Ragged breathes followed. His hands finally letting go off the sheets. His fingers hurting slightly from how hard he held onto them.
Hand finding purchase on your thighs. Holding, pressing, digging his nails into. Trying to find some sort of stability so he can keep enjoying this. Enjoying you.
"omph myh lorph—", his eyes closed. Brows creasing perfectly. His glasses already sloped down when he threw his head back. Now resting on the middle of his face. His ragged breathe from his nose hitting the lenses. It seemed uncomfortable but he didn't seem to care.
His hold on your skin felt harder when you felt his cock twitch in your hand. "So good, Ry. Come on, so good", you purred. Head tilted, pressing closer to him. Lips brushing against his ear as you spoke. Making the moment more silent.. more intimate.
"ouh—", he was gone.
It was slow. Dribbling down as he cummed. Thick loads coming out and out and out. Until it coated your hand. You smiled, pumping. Trying to help him ride it out. His back and legs stiff with occasion spasms. A deep groan leaving his throat. Gurgled.
Some cum shooting out after you squeezed the base of his cock. Making you surprised and let out a chuckle. Which made him shiver. You released your hand from him mouth. Dragging it up, pushing his hair out of his face. Taking the glasses off as you place it on the bed.
His eyes fluttered open before blinking up at you, "hi", you whispered. Leaning down to place a kiss on the tip of his nose. Before dragging your lips to his cheeks, the corner of his eye, jaw before breathing him in. The silence wasn't awkward. It was charged. With intimacy.
a/n: inspired by that one... Twitter post...
I see your “Rocky swears like a sailor but only in pitches humans can’t hear/refuses to teach Grace what those words mean” and raise you “Rocky swears like a sailor and now has to explain to Grace that ‘bad bad bad’ isn’t actually a sequence you play on your Eridian speech piano in polite company.”
Grace is both horrified and amused to realise that a more accurate translation for what Rocky’s been saying is “shit shit shit”.
Eridian government representative: Greetings Rocky, Saviour of Erid, and Grace, Saviour from Beyond the Stars. We are pleased to welcome you home.
Grace, haltingly on the keyboard Rocky built for him: Wassup bitches. Fucking jazzed to—
Rocky: GRACE STOP TALKING NOW NOW NOW I EXPLAIN LATER
oh yeah, i changed my blog name
i keep laughing at the way that eridian culture in the movie and eridian culture in the book are not contradictory at all, if you accept that movie rocky is just a total FREAK
grace: boy i sure can't wait to meet other eridians haha! rocky, putting on a shirt for the first time in four years: rocky has something to tell grace but does grace promise not to be mad, question?
I can't leave this in the tags lmaooo
Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977
weekend? more like weakened. let me rest
hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt
I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon