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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

[rockyhatemark]

and if I said I wanted to write the nastiest grace x rocky x adrian x reader smut fic ever, what then? breaking my silence, no longer ashamed of my inner freak. are rocky and adrian turned human or are they just in their regular eridian forms? who knows. but lets just say there’s one version I think about WAY more than the other

[hammyspaceyout]

shitty grace x reader x rocky x adrian post

grace & you becoming mates w/ rocky & adrian (however you wanna picture them) BUT you have no clue

yall are chilling on erid all happy with them and reciprocating their advances (even telling the other eridians you see about it and they say nothing about it)

then suddenly a pebble/young eridian just goes "you have been courting savior rocky and mate adrian long time! when official, question?"

and Grace is so confused so he listens to all the information he can (instead of books I would like to think they have some sort of record) and questions rocky on it and rocky pretends to be clueless why adrian is upset cause rocky said that they informed grace & you on the process

anyways: yall end up a poly group and you and adrian are tormented by those two sassy and bratty beings

[marshiesfics]

Dating Simon and Ryland Grace Headcanons

- Neither of them would admit how much they rely on you.

- Ryland is the type to constantly check if you’re comfortable, fed, warm enough, and emotionally okay.

- Simon notices things too, but he expresses it differently. He’ll silently hand you a jacket when you’re cold or stand closer to you in crowded places.

- Together, they end up orbiting around you without realizing it.

- If you’re having a bad day, both of them immediately switch into problem-solving mode, just with very different approaches.

- Ryland asks twenty questions trying to help.

- Simon quietly sits beside you until you’re ready to talk.

- Ryland gets excited about literally everything.

- Simon pretends he isn’t interested but eventually gets dragged into conversations anyway.

- You once asked a simple question about stars and accidentally listened to Ryland lecture for forty-five minutes.

- Simon sat there the entire time pretending to be annoyed while secretly listening.

- Eventually you catch Simon using one of Ryland’s science facts in conversation.

- Ryland is insufferably proud of himself afterward.

- Neither of them particularly cares about expensive dates. Their favorite moments are quiet ones.

- Sharing breakfast.

- Falling asleep on the couch together.

- Late-night conversations when everyone should be asleep.

- Simon likes sitting in comfortable silence.

- Ryland likes filling that silence with random thoughts that somehow jump from biology to aliens to breakfast cereal.

- This is probably the biggest challenge in the relationship.

- Ryland tends to downplay his own importance.

- Simon carries enough guilt and emotional baggage to fill an entire cargo ship.

- Both struggle to understand why you chose them.

- You’ll catch them looking at you sometimes with this expression that says, “How are you real?”

- Reassurance becomes important.

- They remember every compliment you give them, even years later.

- Ryland is secretly very clingy. He loves physical affection once he’s comfortable. If you’re sitting together, eventually he’s leaning against you somehow.

- Simon is harder to read. At first he’s stiff and awkward about touch. Over time he becomes the type who unconsciously seeks you out.

- You’ll wake up and find Simon’s arm wrapped around your waist while Ryland is asleep with his head on your shoulder.

Ryland:

Makes you laugh when you’re upset. Leaves little notes around. Remembers every tiny detail you mention. Gets excited about your interests because you’re excited about them.

Simon:

Protects you without drawing attention to it. Watches your back in situations that make him nervous. Learns your routines and quietly helps. Gives affection through actions rather than words. Together, they balance each other surprisingly well.

- Ryland spirals outward and Simon spirals inward. You quickly learn the difference. Ryland talks through his fears. Simon goes quiet and withdraws.

- During those moments, the three of you develop an unspoken system.

- Ryland helps pull Simon out of his shell.

- Simon helps ground Ryland when his thoughts start racing.

- You help both of them remember they’re not alone.

- Ryland realizes it first in the middle of his day.

- You’re laughing at one of his terrible jokes, and suddenly he’s staring because he can’t imagine a future without you in it.

- Simon takes longer. He fights the feeling for weeks or months. But eventually he notices that every time something happens, whether it’s good or bad, you’re the first person he wants to tell. That’s when it finally clicks.

[bibigo-lover]

just thinking about cocky!grad student ryland and how he has evolved since being ousted but we still get glimpses of him (i.e “you’re not going believe this, nothing happened!”)

i’m thinking he was lowkey messy and a hot mess of a grad student but still pulled through bc he’s also a smartass and what fuels him besides caffeine is spite LOL

see this is the underrated version of grace that i need to write for more. because i just know that cocky!grad student ryland is sooo insufferable (and unfortunately it does work for him).

before unesco and before getting into teaching, ryland is… a cocky academic perfectionist who thinks he knows best. which, yes, he is well-versed in molecular biology and is always keeping up to date with academic journals (probably sleuths forums, too). he has his laptop glued to his hip 99.9% of the time to work on his thesis. always attends conferences—probably sits in the back with a notebook to write down his thoughts and, more often than not, counterarguments. so not afraid to get into debates with colleagues and faculty, but really everyone can tell that he’s set to go far and advance the field, so only a few people really hate it. very into the weekly all-nighter, lot of coffee runs (two minimum a day), not the best cook in world, probably runs on frozen meals. will go out to bar crawls with his grad cohort—and that’s probably the extent to which he goes out.

unfortunately, he also needs to learn when to take a real break—which you could definitely help with. also probably would benefit from someone who can’t put up with too many of his smartass remarks. secretly likes being put in his place. can i also mention: a really hot TA. probably an ideal campus crush, whether or not you’re in the sciences.

[ken-dom]

Hi I love your writing so much!! I was wondering what your take would be on the gooselings walking in on reader touching themselves?

Ryland Grace / Lars Lindstrom / Driver / Colt Seavers / Ken / Henry Letham / Holland March

∘₊✧ walking in on reader masturbating

Anon you are so kind and I hope I've included some of your favorite Geese here, I just went with the ones that ideas cropped up for immediately upon reading your ask!

Content: afab!reader, 'pussy' used to describe readers parts, oral sex - reader receiving, masturbation (different locations and methods), mutual masturbation, getting interrupted masturbating, voyeurism, premature ejaculation (Driver), creepy behaviour (Driver), smoking (Holland)

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∘₊✧ Ryland Grace

Ryland immediately covers his eyes, hopes beyond hope that you haven’t noticed him entering the room, and runs in the opposite direction to afford you some privacy. He plans to never bring it up, no matter how much he will replay the few seconds he did see of your fingers disappearing into your deliciously wet pussy, over and over again in his mind. That can be for his private thoughts just like this was supposed to be your own private time. Unluckily, however, as he attempts to leave you to it, he trips over his feet on his way out, knocks a side table and crashes to the ground with it which of course, alerts you to his presence. You’re there faster than he can get up, a sheet wrapped around you, a little flustered but asking if he’s okay. ‘Yeah I uhm- I needed something from the bedroom but I uh… changed my mind?’ You laugh, knowing, ‘Wanna come join in?’ Wobbly as they may be, Ryland’s legs suddenly spring into action, rushing you back into the bedroom. 

∘₊✧ Lars Lindstrom

Lars isn’t sure what to do with himself when he finds you on his bed, face buried in the scent of his pillow with a hand shoved down the front of your pants. Should he apologise? Leave? Join in? God knows he wants to. He freezes to the spot, still in his coat and hat and gloves and snow boots. Eyes clamped shut. Of course, his place is small and it really doesn’t take long for you to notice his arrival  — you shoot up, apologising for him finding you like this, almost as embarrassed as he is. ‘It’s okay,’ he winces, ‘it’s natural. At least that’s what Dagmar tells me. I’m sorry I interrupted.’ He turns to take off his outer layers and hang them up as you smooth down the bedsheets and sit waiting for him. ‘You talk to Dagmar about… about touching yourself?’ you ask, surprised. Lars is already pink in the cheeks. Now he’s beet red. ‘No- not exactly. We were talking about attraction and desires and stuff, and… it seems I’ve repressed a lot of that. She was explaining it’s normal to feel urges and that it’s okay to act on them if I want to.’ You pat the spot on the bed next to you. ‘Do you want to? I can show you,’ you offer, and Lars nods, pupils blown wide as he looks at you. ‘I’d really like to see how you uh- act on yours, too… if- if you want to finish up for me?’

∘₊✧ Driver

Driver comes home in the early morning after a getaway drive, pumped up on adrenaline. You’re on his bed, bathed in darkness with only the pale lights of the city glinting through the window to highlight the shape of your form. You don’t notice him, way too lost in your fantasy and your pleasure to hear the front door click or his quiet footsteps. You’re spread out with a hand between your thighs and his name on your lips between hungry little moans. Moans meant for him. He’s hard in what feels like seconds. Leaning against the wall, he watches you silently as a gloved hand slips down, rubbing himself over the denim. He tries to match the movement he can see beneath the sheets, the way you fuck yourself hard and fast between breaks to slowly circle your clit – the way he does it to you. ‘Ughh-hnngh-’ it’s over in under a minute, hot, thick cum staining the front of his jeans, and his vision clears just in time to see you come undone, too. He shakes off his jacket, peels off his gloves, and climbs onto the bed, kissing you hungrily, as though he hasn’t just spent himself in under a minute.

∘₊✧ Colt Seavers

Colt finds you showering in your trailer, and thinks it’d be sexy to join you as a surprise. He strips clumsily and sneaks into the little bathroom, where he finds you leaning against the wall, shower head on its most powerful setting pointed right between your thighs. Your eyes are closed, you’re moaning… and he’s stood there naked watching like some pervert. Great. ‘Colt!’ you exclaim, snapping him out of it, ‘I uh- I was just-’ Colt looks at you like a sad puppy, pouting as he says, ‘Without me?’ You can’t help but laugh, asking, ‘Wanna get in here? You’re way better than the shower head,’ you offer, opening the door to squeeze him into the tiny space with you. He takes the shower head from you and examines it, before placing it back exactly where you had it before he came in, the powerful stream of water hitting you just right. ‘It’s better when I do it, right?’ he asks, half joking. Your answer comes in the way your fingers grab his broad shoulders to keep from slipping as your release takes hold. Colt’s rather satisfied with that.

∘₊✧ Ken

Ken barges into your room looking for something unimportant – a phone charger or a hairbrush – most days. Today, what he found was a little more exciting. He bursts through the door and there is literally nowhere for you to hide. You’re sat back against your headboard, striped bare, fingers buried in your pussy, the others pinching a nipple… and you try to cover up, but it’s too late. ‘Wow!’ Ken exclaims, eyes wide and glittering. ‘I didn’t know you could do that to yourself!’ He rushes back out of your room, leaving the door wide open of course, and you hear him in the bathroom (also door wide open) dropping his clothes to the floor before the lewd slapping sound of his fist with a handful of moisturizer frantically pumping his cock. You can’t help but carry on where you’d left off – not when you can hear his ridiculously enthusiastic moans and surprised Oooh!s and delighted Ahh!s. He comes back to your bedroom with hooded eyes a few minutes later, leaning against the door frame and yawning dramatically. His shorts are back on, but he’s topless, with a pink shimmery substance staining the skin of his abs where his release had shot Jo over him. ‘Can we take a nap together? I’m sleepy.’

∘₊✧ Henry Letham

Henry is unphased by catching you in the act, and wants nothing more than to immerse himself in it with you. He stubs out his cigarette and crawls up over your trembling body. His ryes are intense on you as he instructs, ‘Keep goin’ for me.’ He kisses up your thighs, wet and open mouthed like he’s devouring you. His hands travel, too, running along every contour of your body, playing with your nipples, and all the while he watches the way it makes you squirm, the way your rhythm changes with each touch. When he can tell you’re close, he gently pulls your hand away, sucks your fingers clean and buries his head between your thighs to finish the job. 

∘₊✧ Holland March

‘Jesus!’ Holland screeches when he finds you in his bath tub, head thrown back with your legs hooked over the side while your fingers are busy between them. ‘Holland!’ you yell back, water sloshing over the edges of the tub as you jump out of your skin and attempt to cover yourself beneath the water, ‘sorry, I thought you wouldn’t be home until late, I got kinda impatient.’ Holland is stunned, his wide eyes unable to look at your face – all they can see is your body splayed out all soft and relaxed. And the way you were touching yourself… god, it was better than any porno he’d had to endure for work, even the ones he couldn’t deny made his pants a little tight. He snorts out a gentle laugh. ‘No need to apologise, baby, this really is a nice surprise,’ he coos, finally looking at you as he kneels by the tub, reaching to guide one of your legs back up over the rim and running his fingers up and down your damp skin. ‘So uh… now I’m here… can I watch?’

[rotteninspace]

getting emotional thinking about marrying grace :(

he’d want to do an actual proposal- would work with adrian and rocky to make you a ring and set up the perfect day for you!

you two would sleep in and he’d ask if you two could go for your daily walk on the beach a little later in the day so you two could watch the sunset… he’d even take you off the usual path so the spot where he proposes is much more memorable-

and oh he’d be so nervous- he probably practiced getting down on one knee with rocky for hours (rocky makes sure his postures good and that he can open the box for you)

then- when it’s finally time the biodome illumination team makes the sky fade into the most beautiful sunset you’ve ever seen

and grace cries, you cry- if rocky and adrian could cry they do when they see you with your ring

the ceremony is just as beautiful.. adrian helps you get ready and rocky helps grace- both of your outfits were made to look like they were from earth with added eridian touches (rocky and adrian have the opposite- eridian clothes with bits from earth’s fashion)

all the eridians who worked on the biodome are there- excited to see such an important day for you two.. and when the time comes, grace’s kids spread little fake flowers down the aisle- setting the path for you to walk in

grace cries when he sees you- how could he not?? by the time you reach him you’re both teary eyed and smiling so hard your cheeks ache

his vows are incredibly thought out and genuine. he promises to love and take care of you forever and ever!

then rocky- the self ordained priest (he did extensive research on his laptop though) announces you married and all the eridians cheer and you kiss! and you both live happily ever after :)

[effortlesslysweet]

grace bad as hell statement

[doctor-ryland-grace]

Rocky learns about the importance of sound to babies in the womb so he and Adrian start thrumming/singing when you're pregnant, whether it's just in conversation or an actual song, it varies but they do it more and more as the baby develops.

Really find it fascinating when they sense the baby move in response too. They really enjoy fiding out with vibrations / sounds the baby reacts to more, or which one lulls them.

Ryland has to shoo Rocky and Adrian away sometimes because 'his baby is not a science experiment'. But, you really can't blame them, or any of the other Eridians. This is the first human baby they've ever gotten to experience. There's so much data!!!

[s4turn3st]

Working with Ryland wasn’t much of a problem. In fact, it was the opposite.

He was so likable it was hard to get upset at the guy if he made a mistake, even if he could get a bit bratty, none of it came from the heart and he’d spit out a small apology later.

However, only one thing comes to mind.

He had no concept of personal space.

He constantly complains about Rocky invading your shared living space in the Hail Mary, but he doesn’t even realize they are so much more similar than he thinks.

If you’re looking through the microscope, he’s hovering behind you, heat radiating off his body as he leans over your shoulder, as if he was able to see what you were seeing.

If you’re trying to show him something, he’s rolling his stool over next to yours and practically leaning against you to see what you are showing him.

More than once, he’s helped put things away or grab things off high shelves, reaching over you and practically trapping you under his arms.

And the worst part? He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, or even how he’s affecting you at all.

Over time it keeps evolving as you two get closer to one another.

A hand on the small of your back as he moves past you.

Putting his hands on your waist as he peers over your shoulder.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulder nonchalantly while you both watch some movie in the ‘don’t go crazy’ room.

Putting a hand on your thigh while you sit near him.

He just wants to be all up in your space and you’re not too mad about that anymore. He’s warm, comforting, something to ground you in these stressful moments in space.

[twiggy-boy]

"what is this BABY doing in space!???"

-Rocky, probably

[project-hail-ryland]

show me how - 18+ ryland grace x fem!roommate!reader

when ryland is out of town for an academic team competition a nude photo of you accidentally makes its way to him instead of the intended recipient.

cw: smut, p in v, nudes, ry kinda ooc

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

at 6am on a rainy friday morning your car comes barreling into the grover cleveland middle school parking lot. ryland’s in the passenger seat wearing his usual teacher getup, blue eyes scanning the itinerary he put together for the academic team’s trip.

it was pouring when you woke up, so you offered to drop him off before you went to work to keep him from getting soaked while riding his bike.

you pull into a spot near the school bus that’s awaiting his arrival and put the car in park.

“good luck this weekend,” you smile, patting ryland’s shoulder as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“well, im not worried about the team’s performance,” ryland laughs. “moreso their behavior.”

he’s been looking forward to this competition for a looong time. every tuesday and thursday he’s stayed after school for hours, quizzing his prized academic team until he’s sure they know every fact and tidbit there is to know about their designated subject.

he pops the passenger door open and steps out, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder.

“call me if you need anything, i know you hate having the place to yourself,” he jokes, knowing you could use some alone time for once.

you smile and give him a little wave as he sprints off to hop onto the bus. he looks so dorky in his yellow raincoat, you can't help but smile to yourself when you notice that he perfectly matches the bus.

you’ve lived with ryland for a few years now. the two of you met at a coffee shop after you were stood up by a date. it turned out you had a few mutual friends and a lot of things in common, so you graciously accepted his offer to move in to the empty bedroom in his apartment.

you quickly settled into a comfortable routine. he’s a great roommate. always considerate, clean, and generous. with time, you became best friends who lived together rather than just roommates.

as you drive home in the fog and rain, you plan out what you want to get into this weekend in your head. you can’t remember the last time ryland left for even a night, let alone an entire weekend.

you could walk around naked, maybe blast your music, perhaps do some spring cleaning. ryland doesn’t necessarily have a hoarding problem, but he never wants to throw anything away, which is why the kitchen cabinets are bursting at the seams with collectible cups and plates that nobody uses. they’ve got to go.

☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

the workday drags by. ryland texts you updates on his adventures every few hours.

one kid threw up on the bus, classic.

finally, the clock strikes 5 and you leave to head home to an empty apartment.

you pause for a moment and think that maybe you should invite over the fling you’ve been entertaining, but you just shrug and make a mental note to revisit that idea later.

you ultimately decide to run yourself a bubble bath, order chinese, and drink wine. then, you'll see how you're feeling.

after eating dinner and soaking in the tub for so long that you are practically a raisin, you step out and slip into a silk robe and lingerie set that you never wear.

it’s not like you have anyone to wear it for, and it’s definitely a little risqué for everyday wear.

you smile in the mirror. maybe it’s the 2 glasses of wine that you've chugged or the way your cheeks are flushed from the hot bath, but you look really good.

delighted, you prance to the kitchen to start your cleaning. the wine is making the task much more fun, and it’s keeping you from thinking about how upset ryland may be at you for throwing so much stuff away.

after awhile, you place the box full of throwaway dishes in the corner of the laundry room. out of sight, out of mind!

the wine is officially getting to your head now and you have half a mind to call that hinge date to come over.

you waltz to your bedroom and lie back on the bed, pondering your next move.

maybe you’ll just send a flirty text. you'd been chatting earlier anyways, what's the harm? you’ve been on a few dates over the past two months and fooled around a handful of times, it’s not like it would be too bold.

so you take a picture of your chest, one hand squeezing yourself through the lacy bra beneath your silk robe.

you giggle and close one eye as you press send along with a message.

“thinking about you.”

you put your phone on the nightstand, awaiting a response. maybe they will come over and you can finally seal the deal!

but after awhile, your phone never buzzes. in the meantime, you've picked up a book, trying to distract yourself while waiting for a response.

you glance at the clock on your bedside table.

it’s been nearly 45 minutes!

you pick up your phone, opening it back up to the text stream.

your heart jumps up into your throat, jesus fucking christ.

you sent that to ryland.

and he read it.

read 9:45pm.

it’s 10. he saw it 15 minutes ago and didn’t say anything.

mortified, you frantically start typing out a message.

but then you see him typing, so you stop.

“yeah? what exactly are you thinking about?”

you squeal and throw your phone across the bed. no way he just asked that.

then you feel it start buzzing. someone is calling you.

and of course when you pick up the phone with shaking hands you see that it's ryland's contact lighting up the screen.

you answer.

“h-hello?”

“that wasn’t for me, was it?” he asks, teasing. you can hear the smile in his voice, he's clearly entertained.

“no, im so so sorry! i was-”

but he cuts you off.

“i know it wasn’t for me, but i liked it. it definitely made me wish it were for me.”

your mouth falls open. “ryland,” you whisper breathily.

you hear what sounds like sheets ruffling from his end of the line. he must be in bed.

“what?” he asks, voice low.

and you realize how hot your body is. not from embarrassment or shame anymore, but from want. hearing his voice on the phone, knowing he saw the picture you sent him. it’s making you dizzy.

“are you alone?” you ask.

“yes.”

“i miss you,” you admit.

“i miss you too,” he laughs. “i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, we can pretend you never sent me that picture if you want.”

“no no no,” you quickly gasp. “it wasn’t for you, but im glad it went to you instead.”

“yeah?” he rasps.

“mhm,” you hum. “i-i want you to see me like that.”

“like what, sweetheart?” he groans, “use your words, tell me what you want me to see.”

you’re officially lightheaded. head spinning with thoughts of your best friend, your roommate, seeing you bare before him.

“want you to see me naked, want you to touch me,” you admit.

you hear him take a deep breath, shuddering on the exhale.

you back arches off the bed as you trail your hand down to the waistband of your underwear. your fingers toy with the fabric there, not daring to push beneath it yet.

“i want to see and touch you too. you have no idea how long i have wanted to. and-and i am not trying to sound like a creep, i promise i am not a pervert," he stops himself before he can keep rambling and back tracking.

he pauses for a second, not sure what to say next. then, he finally asks, “well, do the bottoms match?”

you nod, then realize that he can’t see you through the phone, so you mutter a quiet yes.

“wanna see them too,” he says softly.

you hear his sheets rustling again.

you snap a pic. on your back, one hand slipped into your panties, back arching slightly off the bed, and send it to him.

you hear him whine a little when he receives it.

“you’re unreal,” he gasps. “listen, honey. im sorry, but i don’t want this to be our first…encounter.”

you whine, “no-no, please. i don’t mind. please keep talking to me.”

but he’s so old fashioned. you know that he won’t budge on this.

“i’ll be home sunday, try to control yourself," he orders.

you groan in frustration.

“i know, i know,” he sympathizes. “and don’t send anyone else any pictures, you’re all mine now. if you want to be, that is.”

“i do. goodnight, ry.”

“good, i'm glad. i’ll see you sunday, sleep tight,” he whispers.

and the line goes dead.

☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

it's 7:30am on a beautifully sunny sunday when your car skids back into the grover cleveland lot. your hands are trembling, anticipation looming in your belly.

you watch ryland step off the bus and help the kids with their luggage. he sees you and waves, smiling brightly.

after a few minutes, all the kids have left with their guardians, and ryland begins making his way across the parking lot to you.

he's wearing a grover cleveland middle school sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed halfway up his arms. he looks so cozy, it makes your heart swell.

he yanks the car door open and climbs in, settling in with his duffle bag in his lap.

he looks over at you, blue eyes shimmering in the sunlight that's cascading through the windshield.

"we won!" he smiles.

of course that's the first thing he says, what a-

but before you can finish your thought, he's grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours.

you pull back slowly, eyes coming up to peer into his.

"let's go home," he yawns.

the ride there is nearly silent. luckily, it's just a few minutes.

the tension is thick, you feel his eyes running over your bare neck, tracing your collarbones as you drive.

you feel his gaze slide down to the swell of your breasts, which are situated behind a very thin tank top.

you feel it burning a path down to your thighs, which your pajama shorts are doing very little to hide.

when you pull back into the parking lot of the apartment, ryland hops out quickly and you trail behind him as he heads up the stairs.

"im gonna jump in the shower," he says, already walking in the direction of your shared bathroom

about 20 minutes later, he emerges. a fluffy towel wrapped around his hips, low enough to show off the beginning of his v-line. you're practically drooling from your seat on the couch.

"see something you like?" he smirks.

you nod and rise to your feet, then you walk slowly across the room to him.

you drop down to your knees in front of him, hands finding the hem at the top of the towel and sliding just beneath the makeshift waistband.

"yeah, i do," you finally reply, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

ryland groans softly as one of your hands comes to palm him through the cotton.

he feels big. way bigger than you expected.

"as much as i want you to y'know...i don't want this to be how our first time starts," he says, hand coming to tip your chin up.

"but i want to!" you pout, dying to get his towel off.

"go sit on the couch, i will be right back," he says, giving your head a gentle pat.

he trots off to his bedroom and you reluctantly rise and saunter over to take a seat on the couch.

when he comes back in a pair of grey sweats and a t-shirt you smile up at him. his glasses are back on and his hair has been towel dried. he takes a seat next to you and you turn to face him, sitting criss-cross.

he takes both of your hands in his and leans in to kiss your cheek.

"are you sure you want to do this?" he asks softly.

"yes, i am very sure. can we think about the implications later? i just want you to touch me," you nod.

"okay, but we are going to do it my way," he replies.

he drops your hands gently. his left hand moves to your right hip, holding as he moves back in to kiss you on the lips, his right hand coming to cup your cheek as he does.

he smells like body wash and toothpaste and he tastes like the chapstick you put in his stocking a few months ago at christmastime.

he deeps the kiss, the hand on your hip pulling you to arch into him. he hums into you when you start to push your tongue into his mouth.

"so," you start, breaking the kiss. "what does 'your way' entail?"

he smirks, the hand on your face retracts to push his glasses back up the slope of his nose.

"well, first, i want to taste you right here on the couch. the couch we bought together after a week of living together."

he leans back in, lips finding the side of your neck just below your left ear. his breath fans over your ear as he pants, sucking and kissing the sensitive skin there.

he moves down to your clavicle, kissing right above where your collarbone meets your shoulder. his left hand squeezes your hip again, then slides up to palm your chest through your tank top.

he's talking into your neck now as he continues, "then, i am going to take you to my bed, if you want, and lay you down on the duvet cover you picked out for me."

he slides carefully to his knees on the floor, adjusting so you are facing straight ahead with his head between your legs. your calves come to rest on his shoulders and he presses a kiss to the inside of your ankle.

"does that sound okay?" he asks, looking up at you.

you nod fervently. he looks so pretty between your legs. his glasses are askew again, eyes heavy with lust, lips kiss-bitten and pink.

he kisses up your right leg now, moving from your calf all the way up to the bottom of your sleep shorts.

"can i get these off, angel?" he asks, fingers coming up to tug at the waistband.

you lift your hips and let him slide them off of you. he tosses them to the side and leans in to press a kiss to your hip.

with your panties still on, he presses his nose to your clit. teasing, he mouths at your slit. you're soaked, the thin cotton nearly translucent from your slick.

you push your hips forward, chasing the friction.

"i know baby, can smell how much you want me," he groans, his own hips bucking against the wooden base of the couch.

"let's get these off, hm?"

he slides your panties off and throws them somewhere behind his head. then he's on you immediately.

his hands hold your thighs, keeping you spread for him as he leans back in and flattens his tongue against you.

you cry out his name, clit pulsing as he continues to devour you.

you clench around nothing as he toys with your clit, begging him to touch you by bucking your hips.

"please," you whine, hands gripping his hair now.

he keeps going, licking long strips and sucking your clit.

finally, he brings a finger to your entrance and slips it in.

"f-fuck," he groans, his own hips bucking into the couch again when he feels you clench around him.

he adds a finger and pulls his mouth away from you. you feel his eyes move to your face, your cheeks turning crimson at the sensation of him watching you fall apart.

your eyes fall closed, face scrunching up as he curls his fingers inside of you.

"doing so good for me, can you come like this?"

you nod, eyes still closed.

you feel him lean back in and pepper kisses all over your thighs as his thumb moves to your clit to rub tight circles.

"yeah, i know you can do it. let go for me, thats my girl."

his voice is strained and he's sure he is going to explode soon. your whines and moans are going straight to his cock which is no doubt leaking in his boxers by now.

he crooks his fingers up just right and you moan out his name while you clench down and fall apart, the band in your belly breaking.

you ride out your high with ryland still gently curling his fingers inside of you, then your hips still and your face relaxes.

you open your eyes and look down at him. he's leaned back now, his free hand cupping himself through his sweats while he sucks on the fingers that were just inside of you.

you commit that image to memory.

"was that okay?' he asks, slightly nervous.

"are you fucking serious?" you laugh, still out of breath.

he smiles a big goofy grin, then stands up to reach down and scoop you up bridal style in his big arms.

he carrie’s you down the hall to his bedroom and tosses you gently on the bed. you suddenly realize you have no bottoms on, you’re completely naked except for your tank top, so you sit up and strip that off too. ryland is walking over to his desk to turn on his small lamp.

his jaw drops when he turns around and sees you fully bare on the his bed.

"you are not real," he groans. "where did those things come from?" he asks, gesturing at your boobs.

"oh come on, you've seen my boobs before!"

"no i have not."

"well you have seen them through all of my shirts! and you've seen me in swimsuits.”

"well i guess i wasn't looking, then. you know i am a respectful gentleman!"

you get a little offended, you kinda assumed he always thought you were hot.

he notices.

"okay, i lied. i knew you had nice boobs, i’ve looked,” he concedes.

you smile, pleased.

"i am naked in your bed and you are attempting to feign sexual innocence," you laugh.

"i am trying to be respectful!" he laughs back.

he sits down next to you and faces you. his eyes are stuck on your chest like glue.

"well don't be."

one hand reaches out to grab your hip again.

"don't say things like that, you don't know what that does to me," he groans.

you move a hand to tug at the bottom of his t-shirt.

"things like what?" you ask, putting on an innocent act. "like how i don't want you to be respectful with me?"

you lean in, hand coming to squeeze him through his sweats, which have a wet patch forming.

he lets out a shaky sigh when you touch him.

"or that i want you to do whatever you want to me," you purr, leaning in to kiss his neck the way he kissed yours earlier.

"b-baby," he whines.

you find a tender spot on the right side of his neck and bite down on the flesh, noting the location so you can return to it later.

"or that i want you to fuck me so hard i can feel it tomorrow?"

"that's it," he mumbles, suddenly moving to get on top of you.

he lays you back and crawls over your body, propping himself up on his elbows. he's still fully clothed, a tasty juxtaposition to your nakedness.

he moves to grind his hips into you, his clothed cock pressing between your legs. you grind up into him, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"want me to take you like this?" he asks, hand coming to grab your chin.

"mhmm."

he sits back on his heels and yanks his shirt over his head. you always forget how toned he is, so you gawk at his abs a little.

he stands and slides off his sweats, leaving them pooled on the floor.

you watch as he starts to slide his underwear off, eyes zoned in on his crotch. when he finally springs free, your eyes nearly roll back in your head from want.

he looks so heavy. his pink, flushed tip is leaking copious amounts of precum. he's long, like very long.

he wraps his hand around the base and strokes himself a few times, his eyes heavy as he looks down at you.

"you sure?" he asks again.

"yes, really sure. god, you're so big, ryland."

he crawls back on top of you and lines himself up at your entrance.

when he pushes his tip in, your back arches off the bed. ryland groans into your neck, "so fucking wet for me."

hearing him talk like that, hearing him say fuck is crazy, and it turns you on.

he keeps pushing in, filling you up so full you see stars.

"s-so big," you mewl.

your legs wrap tighter around his waist as he starts to thrust into you. his lips are right by your ear and his breath tickles as he pants and groans.

"feel okay, baby?" he asks, starting to move faster and deeper.

you whine his name and a garbled yes as he finds a steady pace.

"still want me to fuck you disrespectfully?" he asks, pressing up to look down at your face.

"y-yes, please fuck me harder," you cry.

he readjusts you both so that you are nearly folded in half, then he starts driving into you.

"so pretty, i wish you could see yourself."

your eyes roll back in your head when one of his thumbs comes to rub your clit.

he's getting closer. he's spewing praise and grunting as he fucks into you with reckless abandon.

"so good, my good girl."

"all mine now, right sweetheart?"

"it was worth the wait, huh baby?" "yeah, i know it was."

“s-so fucking tight. i’m not going anywhere, it’s okay.”

he's starting to falter, thrusts getting sloppy as he comes closer and closer to the edge.

"ryland," you whine, "cum for me."

you look up into his eyes and that does it. he spills inside of you for so long. hot, thick ropes of cum painting your walls. you convulse around him, hitting your own peak as he wraps his up.

he fucks you through it, although you’re sure it hurts him.

when he pulls out, he pushes his spend back into you gently with two fingers, an unexpected move that makes your mouth drop open in shock and arousal.

and whatever happens next, at least you had some fun first.

[project-hail-ryland]

this is so bad i’m sorry guys im falling off big time

[celestiamour]

ft. ryland grace x f! reader — project hail mary

╰₊✧ smut!! 18+) bf was humping my leg while i was ignoring him, then i kissed him, and he came??? ┊0.7k words

“god, what’s gotten into you? you’re so needy,” you sighed. “i mean, even more needy than usual.”

he couldn’t help but whine at your cruel and indifferent tone of voice, sounding as if you didn’t care about his growing problem at all. normally, he wouldn’t be bothering you so much when you were already weary from hours of last minute work you were finishing up on your laptop at the last minute, but he just couldn’t stop himself. his face was shoved into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your addicting scent with his glasses pressing into your skin, his arms were wrapped tightly around your torso to pull you even closer than what seemed to be possible, and his was humping your leg like a damn dog in an uncontrollable and suffocating heat.

“i can’t help it…” he whined. his pace was inconsistent, but no matter how slow or fast he was going, the sizable bulge in his sweatpants was in desperate need of your attention that was nearly entirely focused on grading these last few papers.

ryland’s been acting clingy all day for some reason, and as you mentioned earlier, even more clingy than he usually is. he’s been constantly lingering around you and unable to keep his hands off, giving you the bedroom eyes and practically begging you to fuck him, but does he have to have a reason to be feeling horny for his lovely girlfriend? he thinks he’s been relatively well-behaved up until now where he’s at his wit’s end, his patience stretching thin, and his desire growing by the second. 

would it kill you to put aside your work for just a second so that you can help him out? his erection has grown to be almost painful from the constant friction, the angry red top leaking pre-cum like crazy, dripping down the shaft, and starting to stain the inner fabric of his clothing. he was half-tempted to pull his sweats down and just start casually jerking off right there and then, but you both already know it wouldn’t have been nearly enough.

you didn’t quite do it on purpose, or maybe you did, he’ll never know, but you’ve completely ruined him to the point that he couldn’t even come close to an orgasm without your help. without the feeling of your walls clenching around him, your hands massaging his cock, or his mouth taking you in, he was a complete lost cause. hell, even your voice would be enough for him, listening to you tease and taunt him for being such a useless whore that he couldn’t even come by himself, but you were remaining radio silent aside from the tapping of your keyboard, sparing him nothing but the occasional glance to see what a wreck he was becoming, growing worse by the second. 

the pleasure came to him like the ocean waves, washing over him before receding just as quickly, never fully reaching him in a constant push and pull that you were becoming increasingly tempted to join in on. it’s one of the most entertaining things in the world to see your buff and nerdy molecular biologist be such a mess who was just aching to come, but you had promised your students that these grades would be out by tomorrow…

so, just to keep the edge off for him, you relented by placing a cheeky little kiss on his lips and pouting at him, “aw, you big baby, just let me finish up here, okay? it’ll only be for a couple more minutes, ten at most, i promise.”

you weren’t exactly sure what his reaction would be, if he was going to be a brat about it by shoving your laptop aside and straddling your lap as he’s done before, or if he was going to be obedient and wait for you as you said, but you certainly didn’t expect him to fall silent. it made you tilt your head in slight confusion, considering he’s been a whimpering disaster the past fifteen minutes who has been begging for your attention nonstop, but upon closer inspection, you couldn’t help the amused smirk that flashed across your face.

“was a little kiss really enough to do all that?”

he didn’t answer you, practically shuddering from the sudden release and red as a tomato from embarrassment, but now, you couldn’t resist ignoring him for any longer, tossing your device aside to pounce on your boyfriend like he’s been wanting so badly all this time. 

[pontifikado]

your supplications for a decent roommate after you moved into your new place materialized in the form of one Ryland Grace, a middle school teacher — you could say that the two of you have coexisted in relative harmony... if you could overlook the fact that he's a bit of a slob. well not "a bit". he is a slob, especially when he's swamped with work.

it's been like that for a few cycles now, and you reached your breaking point one day when you arrived home, tired from work; you just wanted to crash and collapse in bed and not think of anything else, but the world decided to flash a middle finger in your face and give you this: the apartment was in an absolute state of disarray, and you know it's Ryland who left this in his wake.

furious and seething, you stomped over and barged into his room, ready to recite your tirade; but your words evaporated before they could even leave your lips as you stumbled upon Ryland in his bed — bent over, with his cheek pressed against a pillow, glasses hanging crookedly on his face — his knees were keeping half of himself up as he's got a hand stroking his cock that's practically squelching from the precum leaking copiously from the head, and the other was pinching and rolling and pulling at his nipple. and he was in the middle of moaning your name, too. you both froze in shock and horror when you noticed each other. suddenly that trashed living area didn't seem so important to you now.

[soupiemeowmeow]

Colt bumped into make-up artist!reader and split code all over them first day on set. Ok bye.

You CANNOT believe you are here with your LEAST favorite person on set. Colt motherfucking Seavers.

Your voice is muffled in your pillow as Colt is fucking you doggy.

“You have to use your words honey.” He coos at you, hand holding yours as he has you arched down on the bed.

“Mnmm…fuhhhck!….you” You moan out as best as you can. Drool starts dripping down your mouth and onto the silk pillows.

Ok bye one sided enemies to lovers with colt ok bye…I’m not good at writing….ok bye.

[pontifikado]

pls pls pls we need nsfw hcs of grace being jealous i just know that man would be NASTY when he is

this needs to be more of a continuous stream of thoughts instead of just hcs, i think. [mdni]

jealousy, for someone so emotionally guarded and insecure as Grace, is like being hotboxed with a highly unpleasant intoxicant. the emotion gnaws at his heart with such sharp, jagged teeth, and he's left with a kind of sorrow that causes actual physical pain to spring up inside his body. he feels it mostly in his chest, and he's torn between wanting to curl in on himself and disappear, and yanking you away and out of the vicinity of that person who thinks they can just do whatever they want with you.

you can't play dumb with this man. don't play dumb with him — that's the better advice, actually. Grace will never expect you to be as smart as he is (or if you are objectively smarter than him, that'll piss him off even more), so if you try to act like you really didn't know that that person was flirting with you, he'll make sure that you will know before it even happens again. you'll feel it in the way Grace practically manhandles you once he gets you alone; his kisses are frantic and a bit more forceful than usual, and his arms are keeping you pressed up against him as he moves from your face to your neck to mark you up. it's not in his nature to be confrontational — not anymore, ever since that lapse in his judgment happened in the conference and he got himself fired and pushed out of academia — so he resorts to more subtle (well, not really) means of communicating that you're his by gifting you patches of pink and purple wherever he could reach. his fingers are threading through your hair, anchoring you exactly where he wants as he's invading your mouth with his.

Grace somewhat softens when he starts fucking you, because that's when he also begins talking. he won't be giving you any explanation during foreplay, but that all changes once he's inside you: he'll be oscillating between desperate, whiny questions of who that person even was; how they're of any relevance to you and why you were even talking to them (which, he expects you to answer) — and rough grunts and declarations of who you belong to and the prescribed behavior that he wants you to employ — "you're mine — mine, mine mine," he pants, punctuating every iteration of that word with the snapping of his hips, "don't you ever forget that, you hear me?"

his insecurity flares severely in these moments, bleeding into that inherent need of his to be praised. deep down, he just wants to be affirmed that you love only him; that you want only him, and that it's he who you want to be with for the rest of your days, especially when he's already invested so much of his heart and soul into your relationship. Grace would take your chin with his free hand — the other thumbing your clit in tight, delicious ovals as he pounds into you — and direct your attention to him. "tell me who's the only one who can fuck you like this," he hisses, knowing there's only a single correct answer to this imperious demand. when you inevitably manage to utter his name, Grace nods, smiling lopsidedly as he continues driving his cock into you, "mhm, that's right, sweetheart — only me, you got that? hm?"

as his final act of imposing his claim over your entire being, Grace empties himself into you until he's completely spent; he doesn't pull out, because he wants his cum to stay inside you for as long as possible — instead, he gathers you up in his embrace, the adrenaline of his jealousy and lust fueling him still, and holds you right where he wants until you both finally resurface from the depths of your lovemaking — or fucking, since that's a little more semantically appropriate.

the wound that jealousy dealt onto him only starts to heal when you wrap your own arms around him and melt into his touch; if you can still speak, tell him how much you love him with every ounce of sincerity that you've got, and that you only have eyes for him and no one else; and you'll be swiftly forgiven. Grace loves you so much; too much, to even think of prolonging that residual anger that's been lingering in his heart.

[pontifikado]

Mmmmmmm what about smut headcanons for grace when you two have sex for the first time? Love ur writing btw ❤️

Grace would be such a sweet, sweet guy who loses his cool along the way and you're left wondering just where the hell that previously saccharine demeanor of his went. [mdni]

Grace would want to spend at least fifty percent of the entire experience on foreplay. he doesn't want you hurting at all, and he also wants to "study" you, if you will. he wants to learn where you want to be kissed, fondled, and teased; whether it's at that spot under your jaw, your sensitive nipples, or something as overlooked as your knee; Grace wants to know everything; touch you everywhere and be touched by you everywhere, too.

he upholds a sense of fairness in this sense. he'll let you kiss him too, tease him, even — he'll let you know that he loves being kissed along the shell of his ear; the sensations of your fingertips running down his bare chest as his own pert nipples catch at your digits as they pass them by; and when you palm him through his underwear that's already got a darkening spot where he's leaking precum

ideally Grace would want to eat you out first; he's already satisfied his other four senses, it's only right to tend to the fifth. "wanna eat you out, baby, please," Grace murmurs desperately against your kiss-swollen lips, glistening with his saliva and yours; his blue eyes are blown with love and lust and you don't have it in you to deny him. once you give him the green light, he'd either pull you to the edge of the bed, or just lay on his stomach and dip his head down for the first taste. Grace starts with a long, broad swipe of his tongue, letting the tip linger on your clit and watching as you squirm at the feeling. you feel him smile against your pussy, his heart growing big with pride from eliciting that reaction from you, and he begins his quest to make you fall apart with his mouth and fingers.

if you offer to do the same for him, though, he's a blushing and stuttering mess, but ultimately gives in to the very generous proposition. Grace lets out a shuddering breath as he watches you come down onto your knees between his legs, so overcome with love and burning anticipation for what's to come. the sounds that he makes when you swipe your tongue from the base of his shaft up to the head are heavenly — it's like he's melting from that alone, that you almost worry he'd be a puddle of nothing but pure bliss once you've made him cum.

loves having his frenulum and/or slit teased with either your fingers or tongue. if you so much as nudge your thumb into the small opening, Grace would break — his cum will be spurting out of his cock in an instant and he'll turn beet red from his face to his chest when he realizes that you just made him react so swiftly like that. you remember that for all your future encounters, and Grace prays that you don't exploit it moving forward. (you do)

not above using lube to make the experience better if it's available; Grace loves you too much to ever see you in pain, especially if it's because of him. he prepares you so well that when he finally enters you, it's like you've already memorized the shape of him and he's left moaning at how snug you feel around him. he has to take a moment before he starts thrusting, so he spends that time by kissing you, caressing your body and assuring you that he'll go slow.

Grace takes his time building a steady rhythm, paying attention to that internal fire that you're igniting in his lower abdomen; once it flares, Grace whines, sucking in a breath before asking if he can go faster and harder. he guides your hands so you could hold onto his shoulders, and then it begins.

you have to teach yourself how to breathe again as Grace fucks you into the mattress, jostling you where you lay and effectively turning your brain into mush. you can't hold back your noises anymore at this point, and neither could he — in fact, they're all mixing into the filthy cacophony that's also made up of the bed creaking from your activities and your skins slapping against each other. the latter is what has been partially provoking Grace all this time; that and the sight of you beneath him.

Grace is still so charming even when he's fucking you senseless. his soft, dirty blonde hair is all tousled from your own doing; his blush has spread from his cheeks down to his toned chest, and the droplets of sweat pearling all over him is like glitter. captivating is the first word that comes to your half-functioning mind, but you reject that and go with sexy, instead. where the hell did that awkward nerd from a few weeks ago even go? he's still there, of course, and he's railing you like his life depended on it.

his tongue is very loose in these moments. every dirty thing that he keeps bottled up is spilling out from his lips. "you feel so good, baby," he rasps, "this pussy's made just for me, hm? agh — mmf, but I need more of you," he continues, leaning down to kiss you and swallow your moans.

Grace is a a bit of tease, too. if you so much as use dialectics on him and tell him not to thrust into that spot that you like so much, he'll just smirk at you — you see a brief flash of that snarky researcher from back in the day — and he goes "mm-mm, don't lie to me sweetheart, I know you like it here," he purrs, chuckling at your attempt to try and escape him, "I know, I know... I'll make you feel even better..."

he'd pull out in time to finish on your stomach or thighs, but if you tell him last minute to come inside you, Grace won't even second-guess. he's burying himself further into your pussy, filling you to the brim with his release until he's got nothing left. he plants his lips all over you as he comes down from the high, taking care not to collapse onto you and make you feel uncomfortable. he catches his breath before tiredly pulling you into his arms, pressing you into his chest and telling you how incredible you felt.

let him rest for a bit, and soon he'll be on his feet, cleaning you up and showering you with even more love as you lay in bed together. Grace loves nosing into you as a form of comfort for the two of you; he knows it makes you feel even more loved, and it also affirms to him just how much he adores you.