Being stuck in a room with Sierra Six for a week causes more drama than you thought.
This was a 16 hour fever dream. It’s probably going to be a two-parter, but this one ends satisfyingly anyway! I had to get this out of my head because ✨️Sierra Six deserves a lil kiss✨️ 😌
Beginning / Ending / Prequel
TAGS: Smut, One Bed, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Six x F!Reader
WARNINGS: MINORS DNI 18+, sexual content, blood/wounds/death, poor knowledge of wound care.
WORD COUNT: 7.9k
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I
The knife slashes diagonally across your upper thigh, cutting deep enough you see … yellow? That’s probably not good, your mind flashes. You stumble forward, holding the wound.
The man who had just given it to you tries to grab you again; he was careless where the knife in his right hand went, as long as you weren’t killed. His gloved hand snatches at your left arm, but his attempt ends abruptly. You feel his body fall to the floor with a thump. You hadn’t even heard the gunshot, but there in front of you appears a disheveled Six, his firearm still pointed down the hallway behind you.
☆ summary ryland experiments in the nasa lab, and accidentally creates the mixture for his downfall
☆ word count 2,240
☆ warnings 18+ MDNI smut/fluff, sex pollen, established relationship, cowgirl, breast play, fingering, handjob, p in v, making out, pet names (angel, baby, honey, sweetheart), masturbation mentioned (ryland), use of y/n, both characters are talking each other through it, no scientific accuracy whatsoever (sorry), not proof read.
☆ a/n hey guys, it been a fat while since i've posted a fic, so i guess today is the day i get back on the grind! Idk if this is good, but hey I hope you enjoy. also I just want to add, after i posted that poll a couple of days ago, i discovered there is actually a shit ton of sex pollen ryald grace fics. if there are any similarities to those already out there, pls lmk so i can give creds. thank you!
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the same routine had continued for the past couple of months had continued. he’d leave for the lab early in the morning, and return late at night, leaving you alone in the name of science. you didn’t mind him being invested in his work, he was always like this, for as long as you had been with him. he was determined, and sometimes stubborn when it came to his work. even when he was just a middle school teacher, he wouldn’t even think of anything (or anyone) else before he graded papers, and finalised the curriculum for the week. but you admit, it wouldn’t be terrible if he paid some extra attention to his wife once in a while.
fast forward to tonight. it was late, later than ryland had ever been. you stayed awake, watching whatever tv show you thought would distract you from the anxious pit in your stomach. none of the witty dialogue or slapstick scenes could pull you from your thoughts. what if something happened to him in the lab? would they save him? i mean they did treat him as if he was disposable-. the lock in the door twisting made you jump, and through the door came your husband.
“ry!” you exclaimed, running towards him. he dropped his things at his feet and pulled you into a tight hug.
“hi sweetheart, i’m so sorry i’m late. things at the lab got a bit complicated.” he responded as he massaged his head,
“complicated?” you questioned. he continued as he held your hand and guided you to the couch.
“yeah, i was trying to mix the astrophage with different chemicals, just to see if any of them had the power to you know, kill it.” you nodded your head and hummed in agreement, as if you knew any of this science-y stuff. “well, i got to mixing it with a gas, and it created this weird dusty stuff. and now i have this headache that’s killing me.” he rubs his temples again. you bring your hands to his cheeks and press a soft kiss to his lips.
“why don’t you go have a nice warm shower, and i’ll make you something warm to eat?” you suggest, hands running through his hair.
“yeah that sounds nice, thank you baby.” he responds as he plants a peck to your lips.
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after ryland headed upstairs to shower, you prepared his dinner. a grilled cheese, and a hot chocolate with extra chocolate, just how he liked it. as soon as you placed the his plate and mug on the table, you heard his footsteps treading down the stairs. he was wearing grey sweats, and using his ‘i had potential’ shirt to clean the fog off his glasses.
“nice shower?” you asked. sitting in the seat next to his on the table.
“eh, i’ve had better.” he sat down next to you, immediately taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “i think you may just be the best wife a man could ask for” your heart felt warm. even after all the time he spent away, it was nice to know he still cared.
“well, that’s always a good thing to know.” you sat slanted on the chair, raising your feet to lay them across his lap like you always did when ryland let out a moan. you jolted up. “everything ok?” you asked, a pang of concern washing across your face.
“yeah, um, i don’t know. i’ve been having some weird…bodily feelings after that whole astrophage compound situation.” ok well now you’re confused.
“i thought you just had a headache?” you questioned innocently.
“well, about a half hour after the incident, i started to get, now how do i put this-“ you interjected.
“oh my god ryland just spit it out!”
“ok ok, uhm, alright fine i’ve been hard!” he confessed, in a manner which was probably ludicrous enough for the whole street to hear. your eyes widened, going straight down to his pants and, oh my god! how did you not notice?! i mean it wasn’t even that hard to tell when ryland was hard because of his size, but you were just so worried about him that you weren’t really paying attention to…him.
“how the hell did that happen!?” yo shouted back at him in a bewildered manner. he stood up fast, adjusting his glasses, and your mind wandered. wow, it really was obvious. your thighs instinctively clenched together, but ryland was too far into his answer for him to notice.
“i must’ve mixed the wrong thing with the astrophage, i mean it is a cell and i guess it slipped my mind to not take that into account.” you tried to keep eye contact with the man while he was talking, but every two seconds you just had to look back. “ugh, and i feel so terrible admitting this and i know its disgusting. but i tried getting rid of it in the shower and i came, like two times! still its not going away. ” he whined, and you let out a tiny whimper. his eyes stopped looking all over the room, and finally locked into yours. “are you even listening y/n?” you snapped back into reality as you heard your name being called.
“yes of course i am honey,” you stood up, walking to stand right in front of him. you bought your arms around his neck. “it’s just hard to concentrate when, you know, we have company.” that made him let out a breathy chuckle as you followed his eyes when his face moved. “what can i do? well i mean i think there is only one thing we can really try,” you proposed, going onto your toes to reach your husband’s lips.
“are you sure?” he replied, and you nodded.
“come on, lets go.” you held his hand and guided him to the bedroom, similarly to the way he had done to you just an hour ago.
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once the two of you had reached the room, ryland’s lips reached yours instantaneously, the chocolate left over from his tiny sip leaving a sweet flavour in his mouth. you moaned as he led you to the bed, laying you down on your back. he started by taking off his shirt, the small lamp’s light reflecting off his skin. he smiled down at you, and moved down again to continue the kiss. slowly, his hands found their way under your (his) old t-shirt. you weren’t wearing a bra, so his fingers had easy access to your breasts, kneading them with his free hand, the other holding him up.
“oh ry.” you moaned out, back starting to arch slightly off of the bed. taking this as a sign for more, ryland moved down, bringing the other breast into his mouth. you tangled your hands through his hair, and a wave of calm settled over you. you had missed this, you had missed him. he bought his head up and looked into your eyes.
“this feel good angel?”
“oh yeah ry,” you puffed. as he sucked harder on your nipples, he reached his hands into your shorts, pushing two fingers into your wet cunt. you instinctively pushed your thighs together, but ryland help your thighs open, continuing his motions. he hadn’t touched you like this in so long, it was all so overwhelming. eventually, his thumb moved to your clit, pressing firmly and rubbing tight circles. “gonna come ry!” you warned him.
“come on my fingers baby,” and you did, arching your back so your chests were pressing. you settled for a few seconds before you reached out for his face and bought it in line with yours. “good?” he asked, like always.
“amazing, but i need to focus on you right now.” you pushed him up and flipped to two of you so that he was laying down and you were straddling him. you started at his neck, kissing over his neck, his chest, and getting to his v-line. you pulled the strings of his sweats and bought his boxers down with them. his cock jumped out before you even pulled them all the way down. his cock was thick, i mean you knew this, but the chemicals must’ve changed something. he was bigger, veinier, a angry red colour was present at the top. you couldn’t help but feel terrible. “does this not hurt baby?” you solicited. ryland’s face tightened as the cool air hit him.
“oh sweetheart, it hurts so bad. please help me.” he said with a moan. you pulled his pants all the way down and discarded them on the floor. as soon as you did, your hand was on his cock, the other massaging his balls. “oh my god y/n!” his eyes squeezed shut as you moved up and down, his cock twitching in your hand. “‘m gonna cum!” you were taken back.
“already?” you blurted out, just in time with his orgasm. cum spilled into your hand, and all over his lower half. you were baffled, how was he still hard? if your calculations were right, this was his third orgasm in the last hour and 15 minutes. you focused back on ryland, who was panting after his finish. “everything okay?” you pushed a strand of hair back from his face. he brings his gaze up to his lap.
“still hurts, the stupid thing just won’t go away.” he lets out, frustrated, before falling back onto the bed. a tear slipped down from his eye onto the pillow and you wiped it away with your thumb. you frowned. seeing him like this, so vulnerable and helpless made your heart crack.
“hey hey, it’s okay we’ll keep trying to get rid of it, okay?” you said, pulling your tiny shorts and panties off so you were now both completely naked. you gave him a small kiss before straddling him again, looking to his eyes for confirmation, and him nodding in agreement. you lowered yourself onto his cock.
“ah fuck!” you both moaned in unison. you looked at each other, and couldn’t help but both let out a small chuckle.
“gonna start moving now, okay?” you told him, grinding on his length. moans and whimpers flooded the room from the both of you. you were a sight for sore eyes, and ryland couldn’t believe how lucky he got. your tits were bouncing, hands planted on his chest, and your hair falling in front of your face. he pushed your hair behind your ears.
“want to see your pretty face.” he breathed out, looking at you as you focused on his chest, like he was your only anchor. you were getting close now, your walls clenching hard around ryland. ryland seemed like he was almost there too, head falling back into the pillow, moans slipping from his lips. you couldn’t help but grin at the sight in front of you. as you were appreciating your drop dead gorgeous husband, his hand came up to your forearm. “wanna come with you,” he pleaded.
“me too.” you moaned, your orgasm becoming imminent. you started to move faster, chasing your high and trying to make sure ryland got there too. suddenly, the white hot pleasure waved over both of you. your hands flew to your husband’s biceps, as his clung to your hips. you continued to move faster onto him. you cried out as you felt ryland’s warm seed shoot into your cunt, and you collapsed onto his chest. the two of you lay there, ryland’s cock still deep inside you. after a couple of minutes, you finally felt ryland’s heart rate slow down, and his cock become softer. you lifted off of him and dropped next to him, curling into his side. “feeling better?”
“the best baby thank you so much.” he kissed your cheek as he turned to face you. “i really meant it when i said you were the best wife i could ever ask for.” you couldn’t help but feel a loose feeling in your chest. even though he affirmed you all the time, he never once faltered in how much he meant it.
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once you both got cleaned up, and ryland had changed the sheets, you fell back into bed. you tucked into his side, laying your head on his big bicep.
“i’m sorry i’ve been away so much.” he finally said. you’d been waiting weeks for just that, and he gave it to you. “surprisingly, it’s quite consuming trying to find a cure for sun aliens.” you let out a giggle.
“it’s okay, i know this is something you have to do. just missed you that’s all.” you went silent again and he could tell there was still something on your mind.
“whatcha thinkin’ hm?” he glanced down at you.
“just deciding if i should say something or not.” you couldn’t hold back your smirk.
“come on, just tell me.”
“i’m kind of happy you experimented like a mad scientist and got yourself infected with “sex pollen” or whatever.”
“excuse me!” ryland acted shocked and you hit his arm.
“only because we haven’t been this close in a while, i miss you dummy.” you loved calling him that, because he was in fact the smartest person you’d ever met.
“i’ve missed you too. i love you, you know?” he curled up against you.
“i love you to the moon and back.” you say before you both fall asleep in each others arms.
