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Nexuvia | 💎24 yrs💎 | Gamer | I love visual novels | #1 Dilf enjoyer | I draw (occasionally) 🥲

[nexuvia]

ABOUT ME

Hello! I am Nexuvia, but you can call me Nex. I go by she/her and I am 23. My MBTI is ENFJ

Likes:

Anime

Sketching

Music

Video games

Collecting stuff

Visual Novels

Taking photos

Dilfs

Milfs

Dislikes:

Onions

Scat

I don't write anything here

I love fictional men

[pontifikado]

riding Professor!Ryland [hcs] [mdni]

—post-graduation/reader has graduated (is a doctor herself); established rxship; cohabitation; Ryland has genital piercings and he keeps them on for you 🥰

it's best to catch Ryland whenever he comes home from work. he's at his most pliant, suggestible, and vulnerable state; yet somehow he still manages to hoist you up in his grasp when you welcome him back with a kiss. his bag and coat would be long forgotten on the couch, upon which they're haphazardly flung in favor of carrying you in his arms. he's had a long day, and like you, he's been thinking about just letting his worries melt away and loosening up and relaxing into your touch.

Ryland would smell so good. the earlier sharpness of his cologne, spritzed liberally earlier that morning, would have been smoothed over; dulled down to a low, gentle hum, mixed perfectly with his own natural scent: clean linen; something warm and musky; and a hint of his sweat. you're enveloped in it as he kisses you. it rubs off on you; clings onto your clothes the longer you stay in his influence.

he's just as guilty of taking in your scent. you smell like home; his home, and all the articles related to it: the fabric conditioner that you two shared, your shampoo, and a hint of the lingering aroma that he left you with this morning.

sure and strong hands are greedily holding you up by the thighs as Ryland makes his way to the bedroom. he's always particularly needy when he comes home a little late. since devoting himself to you and cohabiting with you, he seems to have developed a taste for a quick little release before going about the remainder of his work that he didn't finish. he's a little guilty when he can't free up his night to just frolick with you, but work is work. that doesn't mean he can't fuck you before attending to his responsibilities, though.

Ryland is no longer surprised when you manage to disrobe him from the neck down while he was similarly distracted with your mouth. he accepts the feeling, and watches in satisfaction as you unfasten the last button on his shirt and peel the fabric off his arms, revealing the expanse of skin underneath; the rippling muscles across his abdomen, and the firm, pronounced swell of his chest, and the comforting strength of his limbs, which he wraps around you as you embrace him.

from here, you're seated just a few inches away from his hardening cock; nestled under his slacks and just waiting; anticipating to be freed by you, only to be met by your own brand of teasing, which comes in the form of your clothed pussy canting down slowly onto the growing tent as you slip your tongue back into his mouth.

Ryland's palms rest on your lower back. they're idle at first, but increasingly grow demanding the longer you taunt him with your gentle grinding. he eases you over where he wants more weight, and when he gets you where he knows he and you would like, he holds onto you with more conviction, keeping you still as he nudges his erection up into your tantalizing heat.

he breaks free to grope your ass and orders you to strip. "take everything off — now," he rasps upon your lips, eyes directed on them as you fulfill his command dutifully. he does the same while he's unoccupied, but only halfway, because he likes it best when you do the honors for him.

that peeking band of black under the panels of his dress shirt contrasts greatly against his thighs, and the sight of it suffuses your pussy with even more slick. you pull the waistband of his boxer briefs down and off his legs, letting his now-fully erect cock spring free between the two of you. the two barbels on the glans catch the dim, warm light of the lamp; they glimmer as Ryland twitches in suspense. your mouth waters at the visual. he snaps you out of it, though, and grabs your wrist to wordlessly tell you to stroke him.

you start at your favorite spot: his frenulum, which you tease by rubbing the pad of your thumb in loose circles and back-and-forth motions, like a metronome ticking in a steady, set rhythm. Ryland huffs out an exhale through his nose, tipping his head back to rest on the wall behind him. his hands, in order to stay occupied, reach out to map your sides and appreciate your breasts. one of them comes up to tilt your chin so you were looking at him. he smiles at you.

in response, you commit fully and wrap your entire palm around the shaft. Ryland lets out a full-bodied moan. his eyes flutter close behind his glasses. the creases on his forehead deepen as he's hit with a blow of pleasure, stemming from his cock and shooting up his spine and back down, in an oscillating pattern.

"mmmfh—fuck, fuck, fuck..." he hisses. his hand is on you again, and he stops your wrist mid-motion to clear his head enough to string together a sentence that isn't half noise and half expletive. Ryland is pulling you by the waist. "need you on my cock now, sweetheart, come on," he says, before clarity hits him and he asks you if you want him to keep his piercings on. a stronger bolt of desire courses through him when you affirm his question.

with everything from earlier having pooled a significant amount of arousal within you, you've become sufficiently wet to allow Ryland an easy and swift entry. the air is shrill as he sucks it in and through his teeth. even after two years, he still couldn't get over the feeling. you're tight and warm and perfect around him; he's been holding onto that since he left in the morning, after he had his fill of you.

gentle palms cup your face as Ryland tells you to move. you obey him, and watch in satisfaction how you're able to discompose him just by three, four rolls of your hips. praise spills from his lips in a myriad of variations, but your favorite, undoubtedly, is when his face twists; he cards a hand through your hair, heavy against your head as he goes, "that's so good, baby," all breathless and wrecked.

you're no different. while it was a wise decision to anchor yourself on Ryland's shoulders, nothing could ever — or will ever — prepare you for the ticklish, pleasantly scoring sensation of your partner's piercings, especially in his position, where you could take him deeper and your clit was rubbing just right against his pelvis, right over the patch of darker blond hair.

Ryland fills you so well; there's barely any room with his girth stretching you like this, and that added more to the sensation that was prompting you to slow down and savor his being slotted inside you. positioning your hips at a certain angle meant more chances of those cool barbels brushing against your walls, and Ryland only smirks when he sees you entirely arrested by the feeling.

he lets you play on your own for a while, and does his part by fondling your breasts and lovingly running his fingertips over the swell of your stomach and the dips of your hips and waist. he likes to provoke you by either tapping on your nipples — pert and sensitive from the cool air — or slapping your breasts just to elicit a gasp from you, who's already hanging on by a thread from the way Ryland was stirring up your loins, via your own movements.

Ryland leverages his own body modification against (and for) you when he shuffles his legs closer, thus allowing him to raise his hips and circle his pelvis under you. he loves when you crumble and collapse in his chest; vulnerable and weakened by him directing the shapes and lines that the head of his cock was tracing inside your cunt; all while you drool over his cock because of how good it all feels.

he kisses you as he continues his onslaught upon you and your sanity. the buffer can only stave the build-up for so long before you're pulling away and crying and wailing against his lips that he feels so good, and you're so close, and you want more, more, more...

Ryland chuckles brokenly when your hips bear down to meet his; he's right there with you, too; just biding his time, waiting; patient, persevering; itching to have that rope snap in his lower abdomen and yours. he gets equally lost in the slick clapping of your skins, and the moving image of him disappearing inside your pussy. he thanks himself, as a routine, for finally listening to his instincts that one night from two years ago, when you ambushed him in the biology lab.

even when you cum — shaking, whining, and afloat with ecstasy — Ryland doesn't stop moving. he chases his release, rubbing your walls raw with his cock until he reaches that same heightened and hazy state. he pulls you to his chest, absorbing your own shockwaves as he imparts his to you. it's so hot and heavy and dizzying to be pumped full of Ryland's cum. you can never get enough or tired of it, and you doubt you ever will.

Ryland kisses your temple, and that's your cue to face him. "um... welcome home?" you mumble, tired and slow. he smiles at you sweetly like he hadn't just fucked your soul out of you. "a bit too much for a welcome, don't you think?" Ryland kids. you roll your eyes at him, or at least, your best impression of one as you sink more into his embrace. he laughs with the same rich but boyish tone that you've come to love so much. he gives you another kiss; this time on the nose, to mean that he adores you; that he's so in love, and wants to be your keeper forever.

[pontifikado]

binding affinity (teaser) | non-established rxship | Ryland Grace x Reader on Erid [mdni]

putting my thoughts out once again in the ether (Tumblr) so i won't forget; a teaser for "binding affinity" which i plan to write into a more full-bodied work (check fanfic accountability list); canon divergent; this was written while i was half-asleep lol

the journey to Erid was, for the lack of a better word, tough. your memory of the final weeks before your arrival at Rocky's planet had been heavily suppressed by your own brain, given how traumatic it had been for both of you and Grace (and for Rocky, by extension). you were only half-conscious for most of it, and then not at all, when you were put in the care of Eridian scientists upon Rocky's urgent demand for you to be saved and nursed back to health.

it took a few years before you were really able to bounce back from that period of great suffering, but here you now were: your body had recovered and had almost returned to normal, except for the lasting mental scars that that experience bestowed upon you.

you chose to cope with them by swimming in the artificial ocean that your dwelling in the biodome overlooked. Grace woke up before you did, and so his wishes were prioritized during the construction of your little haven on Erid. not that you minded; you had little to want at the time, and were beyond happy that the Eridians were willing to keep you alive for as long as a human possibly could.

Grace was often worried when you slipped away early in the morning for a swim. even if you left him a note, he'd be scrambling to get out of bed and run outside so he could confirm that you were really there; you were alive; breathing, out on the beach, sitting on a small island of rock in the middle of the artificial ocean, glistening from replicated droplets of seawater as you look over at the shoreline to find Grace waving at you. you'd wave back, as a way to assure him that you're okay. you're not going anywhere.

Grace was just as attached to you as he was with Rocky. but perhaps the degree was a tad higher with you, because you were of the same species. you could also say the same for yourself. you two came so close to death; you were both afraid at some point that one of you would succumb to it, especially during those critical days where they were still pumping nutrients into your body intravenously.

for the first few nights in your home, you and Grace slept next to each other as a way to deal with the lingering fear. weeks of this set-up passed before you could function normally again: you spent the night closely tucked next to your fellow human; skin and fabric pressed against each other, as a reminder that you weren't going to disappear (and universe forbid, die) during your sleep. you picked that habit up from Rocky.

during this rough period of recovery, all the unaddressed moments on the Hail Mary would flood your subconscious. the memories you had of Grace and of yourself back on Earth; your relationship before getting launched into space, and whatever followed that, as you traversed the star-studded void to find a cure for Sol.

Stratt didn't need to drug you with an amnestic pre-launch. you went on your own volition, provided that they begun your coma procedure on Earth. you remember that now, as you kick lightly your dangling feet in the blue-green water of the ocean. you were one of the rare, noble cases that were willing to lay their life down for the sake of all humanity, because you knew that your work on the Project would mean nothing if you didn't make one last sacrifice.

that meant you remembered more than Grace did. it was another hell of its own, seeing the man you loved (but were not bound to) look upon you like you were a stranger during your first few conscious days on the ship. but his body kept score. every time he looked at you, spoke to you, touched you; his body reminded him that he knew you on Earth, and that you knew him, too. you just weren't sure if he also knew that you loved him beyond the confines of a platonic context.

so, for a while, you were content just going through the motions of regaining a sense of normalcy with Grace. eating together, sleeping next to each other; in your second year of recovery, Rocky had discovered what chess was on his laptop and made you a set, as a way to re-sharpen your cognitive functions. you and Grace played game after game 'til exhaustion, the aftermath of which meant that you'd be on the floor, napping, too lazy to get into bed; your bodies were pressed close to each other as a form of silent assurance.

you were happy with the way things are. mostly. in the fourth year, you had been well enough to sleep in your own bed (initially abandoned to accommodate your need to always be around Grace), and you even began your own work with the Eridians. Grace started teaching the kids some time that year, and you were waking every morning to suit up and accompany Adrian to the local laboratory of your cluster.

the Eridian scientists were beyond excited to have learned that you were one of the engineers that built and designed the Hail Mary. they wanted to work with you right away (provided you were well enough, Rocky made that point very clear to them), and so you joined them in their research about Earth's minerals and other resources and how they could be incorporated with those found in Erid. Adrian played mediator for a while, just before you got properly settled in your lab and with your other Eridian coworkers; after your period of assimilation, they left you to your own devices, with the exception of your morning walk together along the beach.

like you, Adrian was also dealing with the emotional brunt of Rocky's return. they were now older than him by a few years; and just as stricken with grief as the other. you two often talked about that. grief, that is. Adrian, though, was surprised when you told him about your complicated situation with Grace. how you'd loved him since your days on Earth, but that you could not find it in you to broach the topic to him.

"humans like to live in uncertainty too much," Adrian mused. you ruefully agreed. you explained to them how the pursuit of certainty was more painful than remaining uncertain about where you stood in a person's heart, because that entailed change that may or may not be favorable to your current situation. Adrian still didn't get it — the Eridian way, of course, was to be blunt and direct — but they respected your views. to them, that was simply your own alien way of easing an intangible hurt.

Adrian offered to help. you didn't think much of that suggestion, because you readily accepted it as a way to show courtesy. they told you they wanted to help bring you and Grace back together, or to whatever state existed between you two before the inevitable 12-light year journey was set into motion. "Grace is your mate", Adrian said. "It's only right to claim him as yours, with such short lifespan that humans have. Must spend the rest of your years in love."

that had completely slipped your mind until today: you had gone on one of your morning swims again. you had been camping at that small island of rock when Grace's beckoning pulled you out of your reverie. you shouted a promise of your return, and right away, you began swimming back to shore. he stood there, waiting for you with a towel. you gave him a word of thanks as you wrapped the covering around yourself and walked with him back to the house.

"the scientists want to speak to us today," Grace said. "Rocky dropped by. said it was some sort of a request."

"request for what?" you asked.

he opened the door of the house for you. you stepped in, but didn't move away from the rug so you wouldn't track seawater inside the living space. he, on the other hand, sat on the couch and shrugged. "dunno. Rocky wouldn't say."

"huh," you pursed your lips. "i'll just get cleaned up. we can go meet them at the second aperture later."

and soon you found out why Rocky kept mum.

the Eridians (well, the scientists and a handful of other researchers) requested an in vivo demonstration of human copulation. in crasser language, they wanted you and Grace to have sex, right then and there, for science. all in the name of science. sure.

you and Grace were dumbfounded. and red. so red that you thought the Eridians would be able to finally see color the way your species did. he was quick to snap out of his shock and stammer out an explanation why you can't just do that; how it required a certain level of closeness beforehand, and that sex, at least culturally, to humans, was never meant to be watched by other eyes. "just watch porn! there's hundreds of it on that laptop!" Grace asserted. one of the Eridians chimed that that didn't compare to the real thing. they had no way of determining heart rate differences, shifts in body temperature, etc. all valid reasonings for the experiment to take place.

you were still processing the proposition. Adrian's offer to help echoed in your mind, and that was all you can think about when your mouth moved on its own, and you coolly responded that you were alright with it. Grace's head snapped in your direction. "if it's for science, then it's fine," you said to him. "i trust you, but I'll only go through with it if you're fine with it, too."

you'd never forget that day; the day the experiment finally took place. nearly six years of pent-up emotion was released within that soundproofed aperture, on that makeshift bed that the Eridians provided for you and Grace to finally partake of each other's bodies. he broke after the third time you kissed him. he paused, nearly in tears, and confessed that he'd always wanted to touch you like this; that he knew he'd loved you since Earth, and that he was so, so happy you were alive and breathing and still with him after all that you've been through. Grace pinned you down and ravened your lips; your mouth, your neck; everything and everywhere, until you were covered with evidences of his love, but were still wanting more.

it felt like coming home, when Grace entered you at last; after he kissed and licked and fingered you open thoroughly. you had not the luxury of adjusting to his size; he was near delirious at this point, and desired only to feel you wrapped around him. he, too, was sick of playing the part of an indifferent housemate. between his adjustment to his new life on Erid, and his respect for your own ways of coping, he never got around to address what had remained unspoken during your time on the ship, up until your eventual residence on this alien planet. but you could feel it all now. every slick drag of his cock against your walls was a declaration of his love; his hunger for you, his promise that you'll be his until the end of your days. you clenched around him in response every time, and the more you did, the deeper; the faster Grace fucked you.

he claimed you as his in many ways, as if this were done within the secrecy of your home and not in front of an entire Eridian conference behind the one-centimeter xenonite glass wall. thrice on your back; once on top, and twice from behind, with the second time having your back pressed into his chest, keeping you upright as he thrusted into you in time with the tight ovals he was drawing on your clit. from there, he whispered how much he loved you; how you felt so good, how you and him fit so well with each other, and that from here on out, he would never hesitate.

the last leg of the experiment was marked with Grace putting you in a mating press; his hips bore down on you harder than before; slow but punishingly harsh, like he wanted you to take the shape of him after this. his hands were tethered to yours, interlaced along the gaps of your fingers to remind you that he wasn't letting go of you for as long as you lived. your body drank every drop of his devotion before falling limply on the mattress; tired, hazy, but satisfied.

the ending was a beginning in itself: the swan song of your period of isolation from your rightful lover, and the welcoming procession of whatever was in store for you and him after you wake from your necessary slumber. Grace gathered you in his arms. your bodies were still humming from the aftermath; still abuzz from wave after wave of endorphins that your bodies were pumping through your systems. you cuddled up to him, for further comfort and warmth.

you could hear the Eridians talking amongst themselves through the glass; how vastly different your "mating rituals" were compared to theirs; how much you and Grace leaked (that one made you two laugh despite your weakened state) and how messy and loud it was.

the most promiment thought within the frenzied thrum, though, lulled you to sleep with a smile: the observation that human bodies were like puzzle pieces. that they had so many dips and crests that permitted contact; spaces to fill, and gaps to connect. there were no straight lines in the bodies of these beings from Sol, they said. all of them were curved, whether on the inside or out. such was a testament to the species' inherent need to bind; to carry the weight of another. to have, and to hold.

[smuttylittlelife]

morning dew ☾ .⭒˚

ryland x afab!reader mdni 18+

warnings: somno ryland (implied consent), oral (f!recieving), fingering, p in v, no condom (pls use protection) creampie, (if i forgot any, i’m sorry)

It was a no brainer that Ryland looked forward to the weekend. No responsibilities, no where to be. He’s always said he’s a man of simple pleasures. And his greatest one is waking up with your body slotted perfectly against his. Ryland had an unusual sleeping schedule, so he almost always wakes up before you. And he loves to wake you up in his own special way.

The sun peeked through the curtains, lighting up the room gently. He began to stir out of his sleep, and his hands and body searched for you. Ryland always had this incessant need to feel you, be close to you. It wasn’t something you expected from him at first, because who would’ve guessed the middle school teacher who refused to let anyone in would be this clingy? You weren’t used to someone who was that obsessed with you; someone who needed to have his hands on you, even if it wasn’t sexual.

His eyes fluttered open a little, eyelids still too heavy to stay open. The smell of the remnants of your body wash from the night before made his already semi-hard cock stir.His hand ran up your stomach to your breasts, squeezing one gently. His eyes flicked over to the clock on your nightstand, trying to make out the numbers without his glasses. He could make out enough to tell it was 7 am. His eyes then trailed up your body, and it took everything in him to hold back the whine in his throat.

You weren’t one for pajama sets, but Ryland grew to be a big fan of what you wore to bed during the summer months in San Francisco. You typically ran really hot, especially at night, so he would get the gorgeous view of you with a comforter barely covering your thighs, whatever pair of panties you slipped into after your shower, and a ratty old tank top.

You know the kind that were so thin at this point, they were more of a formality to wear to bed than to cover anything.

He had learned that your his favorite kind of panties to wear to bed were called cheeky, so he woke up most mornings with the perfect curve of your ass on display all for him, so eagerly shifting against his pajama pants.

He lowered his face into the curve of your neck, placing soft kisses along your neck and down your shoulders. You hummed softly, body twitching slightly, and he reveled in the fact that your body always responded beautifully to his touch. His hands took purchase on your plushy thighs, teasing them slightly as his fingers barely grazed over them. He could feel his cock growing harder, and he knew it was only a matter of time until you woke up.

“Such a pretty baby,” he murmured into your shoulder, rubbing himself along your ass. His hand now slipped under your shirt to fully play with your nipples. Pinching and twisting them a little, knowing how sensitive they were, and how much you loved it when he played with them. You began to stir more in your sleep, a whine now leaving your lips as he dipped his head further down and ran his tongue over your covered nipple. This is what his weekend was for. To tease you awake, the fuck you back to sleep.

His mouth closed around your nipple, sucking on it, you subconsciously pushing yourself further into his face. Your hand found his hair, and a very raspy, “baby?” left your mouth as you woke from your slumber. His eyes peeked up at you, and you smiled sheepishly, cheeks already rosy from how aroused you were from how you were woken up.

His mouth abandoned your breast, and you pouted only for a second, until his lips found yours. He was needy, and you could tell from how desperate his kiss was, his hand coming down to your panties. A single finger dipped below your panty line, barely grazing your skin. He pulled his finger up, then let your underwear snap against your skin.

“Good morning, sunshine,” his lips tracing along your jaw, and you shiver. “please,” Your voice is shaky as his fingers slip between your thighs. He laughs as you spread your legs further for him, your arousal clear along your panties now, and he glides his fingers along the edges of your panties.

“Such a needy girl for me, huh?” you whine out a “yes”, and his fingers begin to rub over your clothed pussy. Even through your panties, he can feel just how wet you are, and it’s driving him insane. He hovers to begin kissing down your body, taking extra time along the sliver of your stomach right between your underwear and the hem of your shirt.

“Ry,” you cry, your fingers locking themselves in his blonde strands, trying to pull him further down. His teeth sink into your skin a little, then begin to lick over it to soothe the mark. “You know better than that, baby.”

His pupils are blown as he looks up at your begging face. He starts kissing up your body, the complete opposite way you need him to go, and he can feel the desperation radiating off of you. Your bottom lip jutted out, and he gives you a quick peck. “Gotta get my glasses, sweetheart.” He laughs, reaching over to snatch his gold-wire-framed glasses off his bedside table.

He puts them on, and everything becomes so much clearer to him - and you grow about ten times wetter. He returns to his position between your legs, his mouth just barely hovering over where you need him most. “Now I can see my pretty pussy perfectly,” and the words barely leave his mouth before he licks a stripe up your panty-clad cunt.

You buck your hips into his face, desperate for more, and he continues rubbing his tongue along your wet underwear. “Ry. Baby. Take them off, please.” You choke on your words as his tongue dances around the scalloped edge of your panties. They’re practically translucent now, between your wetness and the spit from Ryland’s mouth. So really, what’s the point of keeping them on anymore?

Ryland slips his thumb and middle finger onto either side of your panties, gathering them in the middle and pulling them up to drag through your folds. “What? Don’t you like them? Cause I think they’re perfect.” You want to cry from how unfair he is being right now, but you know he is having so much fun watching you writhe underneath him.

“You’re being mean,” you mewl, and he can see the tears pricking in your eyes. He lets go, giving in to your tears, and slips them down painfully slowly. One of his arms hooks underneath your leg, while the other pushes your leg up, so it’s bent, so he has a clear view of your weeping cunt.

“Have I ever told you how pretty your pussy is?” Ryland is in a trance, looking at your bare pussy. His breath fans against it and he places a soft kiss on your lips, coating his in your arousal. “Once or twice,” you try to joke, but then his tongue dips in between your folds and you moan out at the feeling.

Ryland could spend hours between your legs, and he’s definitely done it before. He loves the taste of you, the feeling of your hands running through and pulling his hair, as you guide him where to go. He loves it when he sucks on your clit, and your legs clamp around his head, and you feel the edges of his frames digging into your thighs. He especially loves it when you sit on his face, grinding down on his tongue, using his face to get yourself off.

“I don’t think I’ve said it enough,” he moans into you, his hips now rocking against the mattress. He pulls himself off just to spit onto your cunt, and spread it with his fingers. He slips two fingers into you, and curls them up, hitting the spongy spot inside of you he knows so well. “Fuck” you moan out, so loudly you’re convinced your neighbors will hear. But you don’t care; the only thing you need right now is to cum on Ryland’s fingers. He pumps them in and out of you; the sound of your slick and your cries are like music to Ryland’s ears. He’s convinced there is no better sound on earth.

You squeeze around his fingers, and he knows you’re not lasting much longer. “Please. Keep going. Don’t stop.” Tears are falling down your face as you bed. And Ryland attaches his mouth back on your clit, as he siccors his fingers in you. “Hmm. My baby is gonna cum on my fingers,” he teases, and your body feels like it’s on fire.

“Go ahead, baby. I got you,” he goes back sucking on your clit and pumping his thick fingers into you. And before you know it, you’re clamping his head between your thighs, arching off the bed as you cum all over his fingers. He pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to your mouth as he laps up any remnants of your cum.

You try to squirm away from him with how sensitive you are, but his other hand clamps you down. “You taste so good. Don’t you think, sunshine?” And all you can do is moan against his fingers, as he pushes them further down on your tongue. And he keeps his mouth on you until your legs are shaking, and you’re cumming all over his tongue again.

You muster up the strength to sit up, and pull him by the neckline of his shirt to kiss him. Your arm wraps around his shoulder, pulling him down, and your other hand slips down his front, under the waistband of his pants. You wrap your hand around his cock, precum leaking out of him, and you squeeze him. His his buck into your hand, and he groans into your mouth. You pull away, and you guide him to lie back against the bed. He rests against the headboard. He’s so completely fucked for you.

“What do you want, honey?” you ask him. Pulling your shirt off, leaving yourself completely bare in front of him.

“Hmm. You want my mouth?” You’re on your knees in front of him, and you lean down to kiss his cheeks. His hand reaches up to grab a handful of your ass, spreading your cheeks a little to slide his fingers through your folds. You’re soaked again, and you moan at his teasing.

He slaps your ass before answering, “Won’t last. Need to feel you around me,” his fingers dipping into your folds again, running through your arousal.

Wordlessly, you move to help him slip out of his pajama pants. Ryland hardly ever wore underwear around the apartment, especially if he was going to bed. He loved the idea of you having easy access to his cock whenever you wanted. His cock sprang out, and you straddled him, dragging his tip through your fold, and his hands found your hips. His fingers dug into you, definitely leaving marks for you to remember this later.

You sank onto him, a cry leaving both of you; your walls fluttered around him. Ryland was thick and big, but you loved the feeling of him filling you up completely. “always feel so good around me,” he moans, as you began fucking yourself on his cock.

“Shit, Ryland. You’re so big. M’ so full,” you moan, feeling every inch of him move in and out of you.

“Yeah? You love fucking yourself on my cock?” You open your eyes to see him peering at you over his glasses, and you squeeze around him. You nod, and one of his hands on your hips slides back, giving your ass another smack before kneading it.

“You know the rules. Use your words.” He starts guiding you with his hands, slowing your pace. You can’t formulate thoughts anymore; the feeling of him inside of you is overwhelming. Another smack, this time on the other cheek, makes you open your eyes again, trying so hard to focus on him and his requests. “C’mon, be a good girl and tell me.” he squeezes your hips, and you somehow find the strength to speak. “I love having you inside me. Fucking made for me,” you cry out, and his cock twitches inside you.

Ryland plants his feet on the mattress to begin fucking up into you. “That’s right, baby. This is all yours. Forever.” He leaned forward burying in his face him your chest, kissing and nipping at your skin. Your arms wrapped around to his back, digging your nails into his skin.

“Yeah? You’re mine baby?” you’re smirking at him, squeezing his cock so good and his eyes meet yours. He moans in response. Your hand grabs his face, slightly squeezing his cheeks together, making sure his focus is on you.

“Then cum inside me.” Ryland’s brain short circuits at your requests, his hips faltering. You losen your grip on his face.

“Fuck baby. Anything you want.” He’s gripping your hips tightly, but one of his hands down goes to toy with your clit, pushing you closer to your orgasm. A few more thrusts and Ryland is painting your walls with his cum. His whimpering in your ears, and you follow shortly after, creaming all over him. Your forehead rests on his, catching your breath.

“Well Good morning to you too,” you both laugh. He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, kissing the tip of your nose. “I gotta go shower,” you say, slipping yourself gently off of him, still very sensitive. Ryland hmms, watching you crawl over him, and into the adjoined bathroom. He hears the shower turn on, and a few seconds pass before he sees your head peek out of the door.

“You coming, blondie?” you smirk at him, and he sits up to rest on his forearm. Brows furrow, like he’s processing what you said. “Oh did you not want me to suck your dick in the shower? Here I was thinking you wanted round two?” You giggle disappearing back into the bathroom.

And Ryland is tripping over his own feet, and the comforter, to join you in the bathroom.

[cherrylonerboo]

hi sexy it’s me!!!!!! thinkin HARD about riding ryland’s bicep after the new scenes dropped :P maybe this gives you a little writing spark…. perhaps…..

Nghhhh the new scenes omg…Jane…..I’m frothingggg

You don’t know how you got here and how he even agreed to it but holy hell you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You’d grind your hips back and forth on his bicep gripping onto his hair a bit tight as your breaths come out shaky and breathless and soft whines meanwhile him? Oh god.

He had the BEST view of your cunt right now, practically in his face, his eyes are blown out as he so desperately wants to just pull you onto his face and do it himself but this was so hot.

He’d subconsciously flex his bicep making you mewl not expecting it, your hips stuttering but his free arm would wrap around your waist to keep you riding it “come on sweetheart don’t stop now, you look so good from here”

You were making a complete mess of his bicep. Your slick covering his skin and he so badly wanted to lick it up. His glasses are fogged from the heat radiating from your cunt and how close he was but he didn’t care “Ry please…do it again” he’d blink before smirking “again? Yeah I can do that sweetheart you’ve been so good”

He’d once again flex his bicep making you buck your hips more chasing your high so of course he’d help out and keep flexing it as he growls at the sight of your folds molding nicely to the veins on his bicep.

“Gonna cum sweetheart?” “Mmm yesshah..yes ry please please..” “go on sweetheart you’ve been such a good needy slut for me” ok this set you off. Your restlessly grind down on his flexed bicep now moans pitched higher as he can’t peel his eyes away

You’d reach your peak and he’d feel your cunt clench against him before your thighs did too and bucking his bicep “fuck! Ryyyy..” “thaaaats it.. use me honey…” you’d stay rocking on him for a few minutes

Now slowly peeling yourself off, a string of slick connecting you to him making you blush but he’d only keep that damn smirk as he now licks off your slick from his bicep while looking up at him and shifting to lick your pussy clean.

“You did so good for me honey.. how about I treat you now hmm?” “Yes.. please ry..”

You can guess what happens in the next few hours while Rocky sleeps peacefully

[kumometeor]

oh this is the look when he’s fingering you like “did I say you could come, hm? answer me sweetheart, use your words.” Then he slowly parted his fingers, letting you see that slick fluid stretched between his fingertips in a silver strand. “Eyes on me, you’re gonna come in my hand when I count to zero, understand?”

“……Yes.” You say as squirming a little.

“Yes what.”

“Yes Daddy…”

[wraithillustrates]

Hellooo!! I adore your art sm :333 Nobody draws Simon as well as you do, imo. Can you help me find the pic your drew of your profile banner? (And also the banner pic itself if you don't mind ;-; It's the perfect phone screen heh) I could have just missed your artpiece but I saw how that other person hung up your art on their wall and it made me want to see ;3 Thank you so much! I hope you have a wonderful week!!

Thank you so much!! And yes ofc here you go! I hope you have a wonderful week too <3

[wraithillustrates]

Silly cat headphones for simon bc i can

[wraithillustrates]

"T4t bloodymary" i chant surrounded by candles

HOLY SHIT?!?! ITS WORKED?!

[wraithillustrates]

Hello everybody my name is welcome and do you have a favorite piece you’ve done? Let’s get some self appreciation over here you deserve it you fantastic artist

THATS SUCH A FUN QUESTION OMG! Idk why but i love my meme redraws, i can’t explain it but i feel i cooked with these

I also like the piece i did with Simon and the lamb! I want to draw something similar, or something with the same vibe

[wraithillustrates]

Had a dream about Simon and Grace living across from each other with windows facing each other and they both had cats. Something happened I don’t know what but Simon did this whole “my cats likes your cat. My cat is asking yours out, look at my window later” and when he looks it’s one of those “Do you like me” with the yes or no check boxes. And both of them know it’s not really about the cats but they’re too hesitant and anxious to say it out loud so Grace starts to check the yes box but he has to write his cats name underneath and his dumb ass fucking forgot the name of his cat. Just blanked out of his mind so he’s struggling to remember while stressing that he’s taking so long and making Simon wait. They both looked like your fanart btw I think they also had cat ears idk tho but have this thing

-R

Hey so i haven’t stopped thinking about this ever since i read it.

Thank you for gracing me with such a wholesome image, now i need someone to write a fanfic about this!

[blipmango]

rygos painted in an hour

[etheireimagined]

these lads

[blipmango]

vampire simon 🩸

[wraithillustrates]

Hey, wierd ask time!

I have confessional booth and spend a lot of time staring at the blank wall where the crucifix should be, and I want to replace it.

And I love your catman!Simon in his little hood-snood-thing. He's adorable. And I was just wondering, for the love of Jesus (obviously), is there a possibility of a tits-out harness version for me to hang in my booth and stare at for hours a day?

(This is all a true story btw)

I hope you (and Jesus) like this

No speech bubble version below

[wraithillustrates]

I wanted to share my current progress of coloring in my favorite art piece of yours! iPad died so I gotta wait for it to charge like:

OMG OMG THIS IS SO COOL!!! Its insane how you choose the exact same coloring i had in mind!

HOPE YOU HAVE FUN COLORING THE REST THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME🫶🫶

[art-the-f-up]

"Waste of Space" -Simon the convict