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☾ ormund hightower x top m reader

𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘩0𝘵 ⛥ not as smutty and smexy as i intended :(

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cw: jealousy, period typical homophobia, no c-mshot either, one slap

When Ormund was arranged to marry a Targaryen princeling, he thought: the Gods must be having a laugh.

What is he, a cousin of the main line? Once removed? Not only is he not in line for the throne, he's a man. Ormund does not get Rhaenyra (in her youth) or even the more disgusting but more dignified choice of Heleana, his own cousin once removed.

Surely, his father must've gone mad with the same wine that his uncle Otto blacks out from; wine that left him content with Hightower blood on the throne over Hightower name.

Ormund is convinced that his father gave him Targaryen leftovers, for him to marry a fucking man. The heir of Highgarden to marry some Targaryen princeling, just to have one Targaryen with the Highgarden name.

The Gods, actually, must be dying with laughter.

As part of the agreement, any and all of Ormund's bastards will be legitimized, so his blood will remain in the world—in fact, he is encouraged to have bastards, encouraged to take a wife, as a Dornishman might take a paramour.

The marriage is an alliance only. Valyrian blood with a Hightower name, your bastards will take priority over Ormund's for the Hightower Seat, and someday in the future your descendants will marry for half-Hightower, half-Valyrian blood.

What a stupid idea for a ridiculous, far-off future.

But now in this ridiculous, closer future, you don't take paramours.

"Husband." You call, prancing into your shared tent.

"Husband." Ormund replies with the same enthusiasm, which is to say, none. "Where have you been?"

"Scouting. Have you missed me?" Already you make yourself at home, sprawling as if you built the very chair you sit on.

For the record, Ormund didn't build it either, nor did he carry it, but he has surely stayed in it for longer than you. The army's march is a slow one and you have been "scouting" day and night from the comfort of dragonback without so much as a check-in since departing from Highgarden.

Sometimes you infuriate him. Ever since your marriage, you have forgone your previous tendency of travelling around the world with the privilege of holding no political stakes (and no Targaryen home). Where everyone—and especially Ormund—expected you to keep your famous habit to take flight, you decided to nest in Highgarden.

It is your fault, then, that Ormund has grown rather fond of your presence and all that comes with it. It is your fault, too, that in the rare occasion that you take flight once more, Ormund grows rather suspicious.

"Scouting? And what is it, that you have discovered?"

"Nothing much." You admit, shrugging your shoulders.

The fucking audacity. Ormund pushes away his advisors and points them towards the tent exit, then makes his way towards you.

"You do not see it as a failure?"

"Not at all, as I am sure that you know already what I have found: that a pale green dragon patrols the skies and that Ser Criston Cole and your cousin march towards Harrenhall."

By now, Ormund has reached you. He plants a hand on the back of your chair and leans towards you, "And it took you weeks to figure that out?"

"What are your concerns, husband?" You do not feel threatened, not at all. You take his hand in yours and press a kiss upon his knuckles. "You have seen my dragon above the march, surely. Tessarion and our little cousin yet fly confidently, it is I who must do the scouting."

He can't deny that he has seen you fly, it would be hard to miss a dragon of your same age—what neither of you can deny is, "It is strange, is it not, that you do not sleep or land with your dragon near camp, then?"

You think on it, thoroughly, looking far off for a long few seconds. Then, "No. Dragons are large. Mine own requires a lot of water, many times that which men such as ourselves require. I rest near lakes. Tonight, so does our army."

Ormund stands up straight with a groan, but you keep his hand. "Admit it," with that hand, he tips your chin up rather forcefully, "you have taken a paramour."

"I have not."

"Then you have taken to whoring, perhaps!"

When you offer him nothing else to retaliate to, except for the quiet raising of your brow, Ormund grows silent. His anxieties remain at the surface with the ever-shifting fingers of his other hand, whilst his anger bubbles as he stares at you expectantly.

"And tell me, why would it be wrong if I took one? Last I checked, it is encouraged of us." You ask, intertwining your fingers and pulling them away from your face in the hopes of turning them softer.

Ormund slaps you across the face instead. As much as he is your prissy wife right now, he's a knight, and the slap comes with strength. "I need to know who it is so that I can know why my name becomes disgraced."

"Your name is already disgraced, darling, you married a man." You stand, meeting him at full height to stare him in the eye. "Targaryen leftovers, you say?"

He gapes. He hasn't called you that in years, and when he did, it was always behind your back. Of course you must've heard him, at least once. He should apologize, but instead he doubles down, "Yeah. Surely you see it."

You heave out a sigh then take his shoulders with firm hands, "I have taken no paramour, no secret wife, I swear it. Marriage clause or not, I have been faithful to you, husband, as you certainly have been to me too."

"I'm beginning to wonder why."

You show him why when you shove him back so hard it makes him stumble, when you take him by the collar of the shirt and throw him onto the bed, when you demand, not ask, him to undress.

You remind him why when you take off your riding gloves with your teeth, when the cape comes off, when your body becomes exposed; the body of Old Valyrian Gods, the body of statues, the body of a warrior. It's good for admiring, but even better for use.

By the time you've prepped him through, Ormund has been well-reminded of just why you stick faithful... but the mind can be forgetful of little details.

He gasps when you enter him, wraps his arms around your body tight as you do like he's clinging on for dear life, because you've made him feel so full already.

"Do you remember why now, Ormund?" The full name rolling off your tongue practically whips him into shape.

But he's not remorseful. "I need a better reminder, husband."

The softness of his "husband" begs for you to call him that too, or something sweeter, something he's used to. Although, physically he does otherwise. He kicks you in the rear as if hurrying a horse.

"Oh, darling." You laugh, giving him what he wants only because he's so clearly needy, because he cannot even wait one second after you've bottomed out inside of him. "Must you keep playing this game?"

He can deny that he is playing a game for a moment, for you steal his voice in a manner of seconds. Already, he struggles to breathe, because when you bottom out inside of him with each shallow thrust, it forces his whole body to tighten up from his hole to his chest—but fuck, isn't it good?

"I am playing no game." Ormund protests through choked out words. He lets you go so you can fuck him better, so that he can admire the harsh lines of your muscles as you move. He keeps a steady hold, still, on your shoulders. "I... cannot accept that your paramour gets to have this too."

He wasn't playing a game with you or seducing you into bed when you entered the tent. He was truly, wholeheartedly, jealous of the person, man or woman, who got to have you all that time you were away. Why else would you avoid camp like the plague? Why else did you not lay beside him all those nights?

He cannot have you fucking just about anyone. Your body is a gift he wants for himself. In fact, he is still jealous and he still thinks that you lie.

"My silly husband."

"Silly?" He huffs, nails digging into your shoulders in retaliation, which is the best retaliation he can give. He wouldn't want to disturb your hip work, not while it is only starting to get faster.

"I have not taken a paramour." You say firmly, just as firm as the new, sudden grasp you have on his hips.

When Ormund gasps, it's not because of your revelation, but because you fuck him harder and because the tip of your cock grazes his prostate—once his lips shut once more, he manages a lopsided, unconvinced frown.

"Where have you been, then?" Not sorrow, not curiosity, he's still angry.

You shake your head with a laugh, because his ire remains even as you give him pleasure. The answer isn't easy. "I have fallen back on my habits."

Ormund has grown beyond fond of your presence, he has grown used to it too: by his side, at councils, in training, in his bed. It's your fault for committing to Highgarden for the first few years of your marriage, and for being so charming too. Every time that you take flight once again without so much as informing him, your husband launches into one of his fits, always claims that you have a paramour or bastards or salt wives.

Ormund goes as green as the Hightower sigil each time you leave. "So you have taken to whoring, then."

"I have not taken a paramour, I have not taken to whoring." You assure, "We are faithful to each other, my love, for the same reason."

A reason he very much knows. "You crude man."

He struggles, then, shifts in some way that makes his back straighten and his body move away as if he's had enough of you—but you know thst to be untrue. Once Ormund has you in his clutches, he doesn't let go until he's finished. He's just throwing a fit.

"Come now," You call softly, taking the underside of his knees and pulling his body closer to you—basically, preventing him from running away from your cock. "I love your legs, love, and your ass... and your warrior muscle, your toned body."

Ormund, on the surface, plays unamused, but he can't deny your compliments. His arms wrap around your neck and his legs relax in your hold as if to say, go on.

"No hole is tighter for my cock—do not look at me that way." You lean down but do not kiss him, no; he already thinks you too crude. You near to press your foreheads and noses together in warm, affectionate contact so that he may kiss you if he wishes. "You bring me immense pleasure, Ormund, my husband; pleasure no one else can give me. You're my one and only."

He's still too petty, too green, but he surrenders eventually with a content sigh. He's too petty to let you kiss him, but he takes a handful of your hair and brings your head to his neck.

You take to it, latch on with your lips and ferocious teeth, like a wise peasant getting scraps: with great gratitude, savoring the taste.

"You're mine." Whether it's a clarification or a moan—your ministrations never seized, you fuck him exactly the way you've learned that he likes it—does not matter.

"I'm yours." You reply easily.

It's written in the marriage contract, but fucking each other was never part of it, and consummation wasn't either.

When you say you're his, it's because no one else gets to have your body, no one else even gets to see below its usual plate. No one else has their gut rearranged by your cock, no one else will know how fucking good you are at it, just Ormund Hightower.

Fuck heirs. Ormund's father forfeited heirs when he married him off to you, not just because you're both men, but because of the unprecedented attachment the two of you formed.

This is why Ormund stays faithful to you, because after weeks without having you—and yes, missing you—you fuck him the way he needs it. He doesn't need another cock, he doesn't even need a cunt, just you.

Today, in this tent, you'll fuck him until he sees stars or dragons flying around his head, as is customary between the two of you. Today, the tent's fabrics will nullify no sound, especially not his moans and screams. The flaps will continue to fly in the wind, but that is of no concern. You are a loyal and faithful married couple, sex should tie you together, shouldn't it?

[arctvros]

gettin’ handsy

[rudepolaroids]

Kiss Your Homies Goodnight.

[sonnycampbellsmith]

Pairing: Ryland Grace x Male Reader

Synopsis: You and Grace have fifty-six days to reach Rocky’s ship in hopes of saving your companion, which means the both of you will be alone for a very significant amount of time. Oh whatever will you two do?

Tags: cute, fluff, romance, slight smút with plot, smitten Grace, clingy Grace, flirty Grace, demisexual Grace, Grace has a praise kink, top Grace, bottom reader, mainly frotting

Reader is Annie Shapiro’s brother. Reader is a scientist. NO USE OF Y/N.

Part 1

P.S. I listen to a lot of Hozier when I’m writing for Grace so enjoy

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Fifty-six days. It’s going to take us approximately eight weeks to get to Rocky, depending on how fast and slow we travel, which means we’ll no longer have enough astrophage to get back to Earth.”

Grace told you, writing down on the whiteboard before turning to you with raised eyebrows. A silent question on whether you were okay with the plan.

You nodded. “It’s worth it, Rocky needs us. Besides our original trip to Tau Ceti didn’t involve us going back home anyways. We did our part in saving the Earth’s sun, we’re free to do whatever we want now.”

Grace grinned before walking up to you to drop a kiss on the side of your head as he enveloped you in his arms.

“You are amazing.” Grace murmured against your head, making you laugh.

You tilted your head to get a kiss from him, the blonde man obliging with a smile. “Can’t wait to see our best friend again.”

“We just gotta figure out what to do for the next eight weeks.” Grace sighed, pulling you closer to his body.

You sighed as well, it was going to be a long trip.

~~~~~

“Let’s take a nap together.”

You raised your eyebrows at Grace, staring at him as if he had suddenly grew an extra head on his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”

“Us, cuddling together in one bed?” Grace replied, in a more questioning tone rather than a confident statement.

You shook your head with a small laugh. “Those beds are made to only fit one person and you, my lovable gentle giant, are too big so we won’t be able to fit together.”

“I don’t know if I should be offended or complimented by that.” Grace retorted, cocking an eyebrow at you as he folded his arms.

You rolled your eyes, gently prying Grace’s arms apart so you could hug him. You smirked when he automatically gathered you into his arms, knowing the other man couldn’t resist physical contact.

You rubbed your face against his clothed chest, making the other man laugh. “You’re right, how dare I talk about my muscular scientist astronaut boyfriend in such a way? I must be going insane.”

“Okay, maybe keep the compliments coming. I’m starting to see the appeal.” Grace replied.

You snorted, stepping away from Grace even though the man’s hands were still wrapped around your waist. “We should go eat.”

You see a lightbulb practically light up above Grace’s head, his mouth forming into an excited grin as he squeezed your waist once before letting go.

“Oh I have an idea but I’m gonna need you to stay in the lab while I do what I need to do, I’ll come get you once I’m done.” Grace told you before nudging you towards the direction of the lab.

You were a little flabbergasted to say the least but went anyways as your boyfriend ran off to god knows where while you made your way to the lab to wait.

You shook your head and sighed as you sat down, wondering what Grace had planned.

~~~~~

“Watch your step.”

You chuckled, Grace’s hands were covering your eyes so the other man was directing you towards the projection dome where he apparently had a surprise.

“It’s hard to watch my step when my eyes are covered.” You reminded Grace, getting a surprised laugh in return.

Grace sighed. “Stop being so charming.”

You didn’t say anything else as you felt Grace lead you around before stopping, you obediently kept your eyes shut even when Grace uncovered your eyes from his hands.

“Okay, open them!” Grace told you, making you gasp when you looked around and realised that there was food set up on top of a blanket in the middle of the projection dome. The screens were showing videos of the park, you could almost feel the breeze through the program though that was just wishful thinking.

You felt a lump in your throat, watching the sway of the trees on the screen along with multi coloured birds flying around as the sun shone brightly in the background.

“Hey,” You jumped when Grace’s hand wiped the unexpected tears staining your cheeks, a worried expression on the other man’s face. “Are you okay? Is this too much?”

You smiled, shaking your head before you stepped away from Grace to compose yourself as you wiped any other tears from your face. “No, it’s fine! It’s just crazy that we won’t be able to experience doing mundane things like going to the beach or the park anymore.”

Grace reached out, tugging on your arm so the both of you would sit on the blanket that had food on the side of it.

Grace rubbed his thumb soothingly on your inner wrist, a small smile on his face. “I feel the same way and it might not be the same but at least we’re able to enjoy this view anytime we want no matter the day or time. I’m just glad I get to spend it with you.”

“Sap,” You retorted, holding back a sob that was fighting to come out just from Grace’s words. “Thank you for the surprise, it’s really sweet of you to set up a picnic. I don’t think I’ve had one in years.”

“Yeah, me neither but you’re worth it.” Grace told you, his tone almost wistful and you huffed out a small laugh as your eyes turned away from Grace and to the visuals of the trees.

You worried the bottom of your lip, recalling memories of the past. “Do you miss anything back home?”

“I think I miss the simpler things.” Grace replied, making you turn to him and you realised he hadn’t looked away the whole time.

You tilted your head in curiosity, getting a small smile from the other man.

“Waking up my own bed, having the ability to cross the street to get grab a quick bite from the deli. I miss teaching, I miss the kids.” Grace continued, smiling softly when you reached out to hold his hand.

You reflected the smile on his face. “I bet those kids loved you and you gave them a fighting chance to live the rest of their lives by doing all of this. You are the bravest man I’ve ever met.”

Grace leaned in, pecking you on the lips. “Thank you. I don’t think I could’ve gone through this without you.”

“Don’t forget Rocky.” You replied, getting a laugh from the other man before Grace tugged on your arm so the both of you were lying in the middle of the projection dome on the blanket that Grace laid out.

You chuckled, settling yourself beside him as Grace let you use his bicep as a pillow. “What’s all this now?”

“Nap time. You said we don’t have space in the beds so we’re gonna sleep here.” Grace replied with a smirk, making you roll your eyes at him before you settled your body properly next to his as the heaviness of your talk weighed on your eyelids.

You yawned. “We haven’t even eaten yet.”

The last thing you remembered was the sound of Grace’s amused chuckle before sleep took over.

Only dreams of you and Grace on a beach played in your mind.

~~~~~

You and Grace eventually set up a little bed of sorts with all the pillows and blankets you could find in the middle the projection dome, it was now the place the both of you slept.

You were cuddling with Grace while an old romance movie played on the screens when he suddenly asked you a question that caught you by surprise.

“So,” Grace started, making you turn your head to him. “Were you seeing anyone else before you came onboard the Hail Mary?”

You raised your eyebrows, wondering what brought this question up. “I had an ex before Stratt recruited me. He was the jealous type, not in the sense of keeping me away from other men but more in the sense of me having more accomplishments and opportunities than him. It was suffocating.”

“I’m sorry,” Grace immediately apologised. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

You laughed, shaking your head fondly at the other man. “It’s fine, I overheard you mention your ex with Rocky that one time and then heard you tell Rocky that you hoped I didn’t have a mate.”

“Hold on, was that why you were avoiding me in the kitchen?” Grace sat up as he stared down at you with wide eyes.

You rolled your eyes, sitting up so you could face the other man properly. “I had a lot to think about and why does it matter anyways? We’re together now, aren’t we?”

“You’re not wrong but I really thought I did something bad to you.” Grace pouted, making you chuckle before pulled him in for a kiss as an apology.

You shook your head at him. “Okay what else? You wouldn’t have brought up the topic of exes if you didn’t have more questions in that brilliant mind of yours.”

“If you think complimenting me is going to make me feel better about-“

You interrupted Grace by pulling him close again, kissing him before breaking the kiss with your lips still lingering a few inches away from his.

Grace’s face reddened, a small frown on his face. “That’s not fair.”

You giggled, pulling away while giving Grace an innocent look. The other man only squinted at you.

“I know how we got together was quite unorthodox, considering the situation that we were in at the time.” Grace started talking, making you huff at him.

You rolled your eyes. “You should’ve waited for me before you went out alone for that sample.”

“Yes baby, I’m sorry about that.” Grace chuckled, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You shook your head at him but a small smile was creeping in on your lips. “You’re forgiven, continue.”

“Well we’ve covered most of what a normal couple does. Kissing, holding hands, cuddling and telling each other that we love one another.” Grace counted on one hand, making you quirk an eyebrow at where he was going with this.

Grace then cleared his throat, you noticed his cheeks were tinting with red. Almost as if the next words out of his mouth were going to make him implode.

“Spit it out before you have an aneurysm.” You told Grace, grinning at the anticipation of Grace’s next sentence.

Grace gave you a look before slapping his hands on his thighs and letting out a breath. “Sex.”

“Sex?” You replied, confused.

Grace nodded. “Sex.”

“Sex.” You responded in a flat tone.

Grace scratched the back of his head. “Sex?”

“This isn’t going anywhere,” You muttered before clearing your throat. “Sweetie, you want to have sex?”

Grace started violently coughing, choking on absolutely nothing but you began patting him on the back anyways.

“Oh god,” Grace wheezed out. “No! I mean yes I would love to have sex with you one day but I wanted to ask about your preferences and what you’re comfortable with but I’m doing it all wrong.”

You gave Grace an amused smile, watching as the man groaned in embarrassment while covering his face.

“Have you ever had sex with a man?” You asked Grace, making him turn to you with a sheepish smile before he shook his head.

Grace sighed. “I’ve never really done anything with a man, if I’m being honest. I mean I know the basics with a woman I guess but I never really crave it or search for it.”

“Okay,” You nodded, slowly understanding what Grace was trying to convey to you. “To answer your previous question, I’m a bottom so I’m the one that would take it like a woman does in the traditional sense of sex between a man and a woman.”

Grace rubbed his hands nervously. “Oh okay.”

“What do you like to do in bed then?” You turned the question to Grace, sitting patiently as the other man thought about it.

Grace shrugged. “I don’t really know, I just do whatever the other party wanted me to.”

“Hold on, do you even like sex?” You questioned Grace, peeling more of the layers of the conversation.

Grace pursed his lips. “I guess?”

“Do you want to have sex?” You asked Grace.

Grace sat upright, his eyes widening. “Yes, with you.”

“Have you ever thought that you might be slightly asexual? Basically, you don’t really crave sex in general.” You explained to Grace when you noticed the man’s face contorted to one of confusion at the term.

Grace rubbed his chin, deep in thought. “Well, I’m not opposed to sex but I never really initiate anything of the sort in the past. It was usually just when the other person wants it then I’ll do it.”

“Okay,” You nodded. “Then you should know that I’m not going to force you into anything that you don’t want to do and you should let me know when you’re uncomfortable in any point of time that we’re together.”

“I’m always comfortable with you, baby.” Grace replied with a smile before he reached out for your hand again.

You returned his smile as the both of you sat in comfortable silence.

“I think,” Grace started, getting your attention. “I want to have sex but just with you, I’m just wondering if you’re okay with taking things slower.”

“Of course.” You replied, leaning in and resting your head on Grace’s shoulder. A small smile formed on your face when he dropped a kiss on the crown of your head.

Grace sighed. “I love you, thank you for being patient with me.”

“I love you too.” You told Grace, raising your head to kiss his shoulder before turning your attention back to the screens for the remainder of the film.

The both of you eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms as the credits rolled.

~~~~~

Grace became needier after that, always hovering next to you even when you’re not doing anything spectacularly important.

He’d have an arm draped over your shoulder, a hand on your waist or he’d wrap his arms around your middle and hide his face in the back of your neck.

You didn’t think it was possible for the man to get any clingier than he already had been even before the both of you got together.

You had an inkling of what Grace actually wanted and you found yourself to be correct when you had just finished a shower, towel wrapped around your waist, to see Grace trying to be subtle as he checked you out and then looking away with a flushed face.

The man could try to be nonchalant about things but he couldn’t hide how loud his facial expressions were.

Grace was horny but he was trying to be respectful about it and it made you want to laugh, your genius of a boyfriend was such a sweetheart.

You went about your day as per normal, giving Grace enough space and time to approach you on the topic by himself.

The both of you still slept together in the projection dome, which is how you quickly found out that Grace was packing some serious heat in his pants when you had woken up earlier than him and felt the length of his morning wood right next to your thigh.

You couldn’t lie and say that you haven’t thought about Grace that way and you were more than happy to introduce the wonderful gift of two men having intercourse to the man but you controlled yourself.

You almost forgot about the whole debacle entirely after two days until you and Grace were watching another movie in the dome when you felt Grace’s arm snake around your waist before he leaned into your space to drop a kiss on your neck.

You didn’t think much of it, already used to Grace’s affections until you felt his teeth nibble on the pulse point on your neck, making your breath hitch from the unexpected pain before he soothed the stinging sensation with his tongue.

“Grace?” You questioned the man, getting a grunt in response before Grace tried to mark you again.

You pushed against Grace, making the other man grumble at being disrupted from leaving another hickey on you.

Grace was in a slight daze, he looked as if his mind was almost hazy as his eyes only focused on the mark he left on your neck.

You snapped your fingers in front of Grace’s face, causing him to blink up at you before his face flushed at the realisation of what he just did.

“Do you want to explain why you just tried to maul me?” You asked Grace, cocking an eyebrow at the other man.

Grace sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his head. “I guess I’ve been a little pent up lately.”

“So you want to have sex?” You asked Grace, seeing the other man get even redder.

Grace hesitantly nodded. “Yes.”

“Okay,” You moved closer to Grace. “How far do you want to go tonight?”

Grace paused. “I’m not sure but I know I want to make you feel good.”

“Sex should be enjoyed by the both of us, sweetie. Let’s just take things slowly, we can start with kissing and see where things take us.” You told Grace, the other man’s eyes dropping to your lips.

Grace nodded, leaning in. “Anything you want, baby.”

Grace sighed into your mouth when your lips met in a deep kiss, the tip of his tongue already prodded against your lips for more.

You parted your lips to grant Grace more access, moaning when his tongue immediately tangled with yours.

Grace then softly pushed against you, so you were lying on the bed of blankets and pillows on the floor while he hovered over your body.

“You’re beautiful.” Grace complimented you, making you blush before he descended to capture your lips with his again.

You unconsciously spread your legs apart, letting Grace slot his body in the middle. The both of you moaning when your clothed crotches met, Grace’s hips rolling down onto yours.

You hooked your legs over Grace’s waist, pulling the man’s hips closer to yours. You let out a whimper that Grace swallowed as you felt his cock get bigger with each roll of his hips against yours.

Grace broke the kiss, pulling back a little bit as he hovered above you with his eyes now darkened with lust. “Can we take off our clothes?”

You raised your eyebrows, panting slightly from the kiss before you nodded as you began to strip under Grace’s gaze.

Grace’s eyes raked over the exposed skin of your body, licking his lips at the sight of your bare chest before his eyes followed your hands to where you were slipping your fingers under the waistband of your sweatpants.

You let out a sigh once you felt the cold air of the room hit your naked body before lying down on the makeshift bed with a smirk as you saw Grace’s hungry expression.

“You need help taking off those clothes, honey?” You teased Grace, biting down on your lip when the man immediately took his shirt off, exposing the muscles that you had admired for so long.

Grace struggled taking off his own sweatpants, making you chuckle at the fact that your nerdy hunk of a boyfriend was still a little clumsy even in an intimate setting.

When Grace successfully pulled his pants off, you gasped at the sight of his erect cock standing proudly between his legs.

You gulped at the erotic sight. “That thing is a weapon.”

“You look beautiful, baby.” Grace replied after chuckling at your words.

You tilted your head. “So, we’re both naked as the day that we were born. How do you want to go forward with this?”

“I think,” Grace licked his lips as he sighed. “I want to take things slowly. Maybe no penetration tonight, if that’s okay with you?”

“Of course, it’s okay with me.” You smiled up at Grace who leaned down to capture your lips with his in a gentle kiss.

You felt Grace’s body lean down against yours, making you whimper into his mouth when his hips met your own.

The both of you let out moans as Grace grinded down on you, his large body practically covering yours as your fingers grabbed onto the flesh of his back and your legs were hooked over his waist.

“You feel so good.” Grace murmured against your lips as he continued rolling his hips down on yours while you could only let out moans and whimpers that Grace greedily swallowed down.

Grace’s lips then traveled down to your neck, his teeth grazing along the side before biting down and sucking.

You let out a sigh, your fingers tangling the hairs on the back of Grace’s head as he continued to mark you.

You could feel the slick of pre-cum slicking the two cocks together as Grace continued to hump you, it made you dizzy as you were losing focus due to the intense pleasure.

“Oh Grace.” You moaned out your boyfriend’s name, getting a growl of approval against your neck in response.

Grace moved away from your neck, his lips traveled up to your face before claiming your lips in a hot, passionate kiss.

You sucked on Grace’s tongue when it breached your mouth, getting a whiny moan from the other man before you pushed at his shoulder so he laid back while you got on top of him.

You grabbed both of your cocks, using the slick of your combined pre-cum as lube to jerk them off.

Grace threw his head back, his hands finding your waist and squeezing with each downward motion of your wrist.

“You like that, hun?” You asked Grace, the other man opening his eyes and licking his lips as he nodded.

Grace panted. “I love it, baby.”

“Good boy.” You sighed out, smirking when Grace let out a groan in response. It seemed like your boyfriend had a specific type of kink.

You see Grace’s abdomen flex and you had an inkling it’s a similar feeling to the heat that was pooling up in your gut.

“You gonna cum?” You asked Grace, getting a wordless nod.

You huffed out a laugh before stopping your hand, causing a whine to come out of Grace’s lips.

Grace’s eyes rounded, staring up at you with a distraught look on his face. “Why’d you stop?”

“I asked you a question, hun. I’m gonna need a verbal response.” You replied to Grace, making the man’s eyes widen as you felt his cock twitch in your hand.

Grace nodded frantically. “Yes, yes. Please let me cum, baby.”

You grinned before putting Grace out his misery as you continued to jerk both your cocks until Grace let out a guttural groan as his cock spurted out his juices.

You let out a moan as you came as well, combining your seed with Grace’s as you watched the liquids trickle down your cocks.

You smiled down at Grace’s blissed out expression on the other man’s face, the blonde grinning up at you while his hands rubbed your waist.

“I think we should clean up, take a shower and clean up these dirty blankets.” You mused at Grace, the other man pouting up at you.

Grace sighed, getting into an upright position while you were still on his lap. “Can’t we take a nap first?”

“We can take our nap after we clean up.” You chuckled, getting a dramatic groan from Grace before the man hid his face against your chest.

Grace nodded, huffing out a breath that tickled the skin of your chest. “Fine.”

You rolled your eyes, you should’ve anticipated Grace to be an even clingier man after sex.

~~~~~

“Hi.”

Grace kissed the back of your neck in greeting as you were hunched over a table in the kitchen while eating a bowl of cereal.

“Hi, sleep well?” You responded to Grace after swallowing your food.

Grace chuckled. “Would’ve been nice to have woken up next to you. Did you have a nightmare? You could’ve woken me up, I wouldn’t mind.”

“It’s fine,” You sighed. “It’s just the fiftieth day, we technically have six days left before we get to see Rocky again.”

Grace smiled at you before he reached out and caressed the side of your face. “You sound scared.”

“A part of me does wonder if he’s still alive. The taumoeba escaping almost got us, I can’t imagine what Rocky was thinking.” You worried the bottom of your lip.

Grace sighed before leaning his face closer to yours, he bumped foreheads with you as a sign of affection. “I know, baby. I’m worried too but we can’t give up hope, Rocky needs us to hold on to it for his sake.”

“When did you get so wise?” You hummed in amusement, making Grace laugh.

Grace shrugged. “I do have a PhD.”

“I can definitely attest to you having a pretty huge d-“ Your reply got cut off by Grace yelping and covering your mouth with his hand.

You rolled your eyes at Grace before slapping his hand away.

Grace frowned at you. “Let’s be careful about the sex talk when we reunite with Rocky.”

“I don’t think it’s much of the talk of sex but the actual act of it once we see Rocky again. I know I can control myself but can you?” You teased Grace before grabbing your bowl of cereal to leave.

Grace stared dumbfounded as you dispose your bowl in the sink to wash it before he managed to sputter out a response. “I most definitely can.”

“Okay, sure.” You replied, not turning away from the sink and smirking when you heard a small frustrated huff from Grace.

It didn’t take long for Grace to stand next to you with a frown on his face that made you smile up at him in response.

After you finished washing your dishes, you dried your hands off before patting Grace on the cheek. “You know we do have six whole days to ourselves, we should probably spend them wisely.”

“What should we do?” Grace replied, his voice breaking a little bit at the thought of having more intimacy with you.

You smiled up at him. “Anything you want.”

*****

Author’s note:

So happy to finally post this!

No penetrative moments (yet) but I thought it was still pretty hot to write

Anyways, Ryland Grace you are way too handsome with your slutty little glasses, I will write more for you in the future

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Pairing: Ryland Grace x Male Reader

Synopsis: You wake up in the Hail Mary, confused with no recollection of the person you were before and meet Ryland Grace and Rocky. An unexpected tale of adventure, laughter, grief and love develops between two scientists stranded in a ship that was made to save the Earth

Tags: cute, fluff, angst, smitten Grace, pining Grace, clingy Grace, touch-starved Grace, first kiss

Reader is Annie Shapiro’s brother. Reader is a scientist. NO USE OF Y/N.

Author’s note at the end :)

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“Eye movement detected.”

You blinked blearily, your mind in disarray as you felt yourself wake up. You felt slightly suffocated, your body incredibly stiff as the sound of a zipper opens and you came face to face with some sort machine that had an outstretched claw.

It pulled out a strange tube that was apparently lodged deep down into your throat, causing you to have a coughing fit after it was fully removed.

“Cognition assessment. What is two plus two?” The cheery voice from the machine asked you, only getting a grunt from you in response as you turned your head to spit out some sort of liquid.

“Incorrect,” The machine’s cheery voice said. “What is two plus two?”

“Four.” You growled out, feeling your senses slowly coming back at once. The machine’s voice continued in the background, talking about some coma while your eyes adjusted to the strange place that you were in before you tilted your head and flinched when you saw a pair of eyes looking back at you.

The blonde man stood a few inches away from you, his face one of surprise as if he were looking at you like you were some sort of alien.

“Hi.” The man greeted you.

You nodded your head, a little breathless. “Hi.”

~~~~~

“So you’re saying I’m on a ship called the Hail Mary, two of our other space comrades have passed and that I can’t remember anything about myself because I was stuck in an induced coma?”

You reiterated Grace’s talking points back to him, the man nodding with a sheepish smile.

“I found your bag though, your last name is Shapiro. Does that ring a bell?” Grace asked you.

You scowled, closing your eyes to recall literally anything that you could but growled in frustration when it only gave you a headache.

“Hey, hey, hey. Don’t strain yourself,” Grace reassured you with his hands hovering your body, unsure if he was allowed to console you physically. “I, uh, went through the same thing. The memories do come back but they come in randomly so you just have to be patient.”

You nodded, eyeing Grace’s hands that were still hovering in the air before the man awkwardly dropped them down.

You jumped in surprise when another voice bellows in the ship, giving Grace a quizzical look. “I thought you said there were only two of us on the ship?”

“Yeah, about that…” Grace’s voice trailed off before the sound of something rushing towards the room you and Grace were in got closer.

You let out a terrified yell when a spider-like creature came rolling into the room in a spherical container, the creature yelling back at you in surprise while Grace was trying his best to deescalate the situation.

“What the fuck is that?!” You pointed at the creature before reaching for a random piece of scrap to throw.

Grace immediately stood between you and the creature, his hands raised up as if to show you that the creature meant no harm. “Listen, I know this is a lot but this is Rocky. He’s from a planet called Erid and he’s also on a mission to save his sun from astrophage.”

“Do you think I’m stupid? I’ve watched The Thing, you’re probably not even a real person. I will burn this spaceship down, I swear to god.” You blabbered, still freaking out.

Grace tilted his head, a hint of a smile on his face as he chuckled in disbelief. “You know John Carpenter’s work?”

“Who is John Carpenter? Question.” Rocky said from behind Grace, the other man turning his head slightly to explain to Rocky about the movie.

You squinted at the two of them in disbelief. “Hello?”

Rocky made a noise before rolling his ball forward so he was next to Grace, the Eridian studying you and your defensive stance.

“Hello, Grace’s friend. I am Rocky.” The Eridian greeted you, his friendly voice somehow making you feel less spastic as you lowered the scrap that you were holding.

Rocky moved closer. “I am sorry for scaring you, will do my best not to let that happen again.”

Your eyes flickered from Rocky to Grace and then back to Rocky again before you sighed. “Right, thank you.”

Grace clapped his hands, a small grin on his face now that the panic had subsided.

“All right!” Grace smiled before turning his full attention to you. “Do you need help shaving your beard and cutting your hair?”

~~~~~

The first flash of your memories came back to you while you were in the lab with Grace, making you shake your head at the slight headache that came after.

“You okay?” Grace asked worriedly, sidling up to you and putting a hand on your shoulder.

You blinked a couple of times, turning your head to look at Grace with a grimace. “Yeah, just had a memory flashback.”

“What did you remember?” Grace lets go of your shoulder, before leaning on the table you were working with his arms crossed.

Your eyes dropped to his bulging biceps, wondering how a school teacher and scientist was built like a brick wall before focusing on Grace’s face. “It’s just a tiny bit but I apparently have a sister and she was supposed to join us on the Hail Mary? I wonder what happened?”

“Maybe you volunteered in her place? The other female astronaut that passed on the ship didn’t have Shapiro as her last name so…” Grace replied, theorising why your sister wasn’t onboard as well.

You let out a sigh of relief, although an unsettling feeling was forming in your gut. “I guess so.”

“How about we get something to eat? I know you skipped breakfast earlier and just went straight to the white board to check out the numbers for our trip to Tau Ceti.” Grace suggested, already reaching out and placing his hand on the small of your back to direct you towards the kitchen area of the ship.

You rolled your eyes at the other man, it’s only been a week since you’ve woken up from your induced coma and Grace had developed a need for physical contact whenever the two of you were in the same vicinity.

You couldn’t blame Grace though since he was alone until Rocky came along but even then physical contact was almost nonexistent due to Rocky’s inability to survive in oxygen.

You cocked an eyebrow at him. “You stalking me now? I guess you can bring the teacher out of the classroom but not the classroom out of the teacher.”

“That makes absolutely no sense, are you sure you’re a scientist?” Grace replied to you with a flat tone, making you huff out a laugh before you nudged his side with yours.

You were surprised to see that Rocky was already in the kitchen, the Eridian waved his arm at the both of you.

“Friend finally eating? Question.” Rocky asked, making you roll your eyes at the Eridian. Both Grace and Rocky were two peas in a pod and they have been taking care of you ever since you woke up.

You liked that Rocky continued to address you as friend instead of your actual name, it felt special in a way that it was just for you.

“Okay guys, I’ll eat. You don’t have to baby me all the time.”

You eventually sat down next to Grace, slurping on some noodles when Rocky came back from his ship with his own food.

“Friend look upset when eat.” Rocky told you in a disgusted tone before shoving his food inside the hole that was at the bottom of his body.

Grace tutted at Rocky. “Rocky, we talked about this.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, turning your head and laughing into Grace’s arm. Grace just sighing in response, probably wondering how he got stuck with the both of you in space.

“Oops, sorry.” You apologised to Grace, moving your body an inch away out of his personal space but raising your eyebrows in surprise when Grace just scooted closer to you before nudging your knee with his.

Grace smirked. “You know I don’t mind.”

“Whatever, just eat your food.” You retorted, feeling your face heat up. You try to ignore the feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach for the rest of the lunch.

~~~~~

You were walking around the ship when you stumbled upon Grace and Rocky sitting in the dome, looking up at the screen of the flashy imagery of Earth and you smiled as you leaned by the entrance.

You managed to catch the end tail of their conversation with Rocky asking Grace if he had a mate and Grace replying about he had used to before his ex decided to be with a man named Mark.

“Rocky hate Mark.” Rocky replied, making Grace laugh.

You felt your lips tug in a small smile, somehow feeling good about Grace being single but you try to push that feeling away.

Not all of your memories had come back but you do remember your sister falling for another scientist named Martin Dubois and you wondered about their whereabouts, you remembered the look of adoration your sister gave the man and an ache settled in your chest.

“Does Grace think Friend have mate as well? Question.” Rocky asked Grace, making you tilt your head at the Eridian in amusement.

You rolled your eyes and was about to walk off when Grace’s reply stopped you in your tracks.

Grace leaned towards Rocky, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I kinda hope not.”

You didn’t stay very long to hear what else Grace said before hightailing back to the kitchen to try and process what Grace had meant by that.

Sure, you and Grace had developed a close bond but that was only because the both of you were the only two humans left on ship.

Sure, Grace seemed to be a touchy feely person and was happy when you were slowly reciprocating his touches but that didn’t mean he was particularly interested in you. It was just basic human needs.

Sure, Grace would always drag you away from working to have a proper meal together but Rocky was always present.

Did Grace like you?

Did you like Grace?

You were too busy doing the somewhat impossible math in your head of someone as attractive, intelligent and kind as Grace being interested in you that you jumped when a hand landed on your shoulder.

You whipped your head and took a step back when you saw Grace with an amused smile on his face.

“You okay? You were staring into nothing for a little bit there. Did you get another flashback?” Grace asked, his tone shifting something one of worry as he took a step closer.

You blinked at him before clearing your throat, taking another step back. “Yeah, just a memory came back to me but it wasn’t too significant.”

Grace nodded in understanding, taking a step forward and it made you a step back.

That made Grace pause, a confused scowl on his face and you gulped before Grace took another step forward.

You took a step back and it became a sort of dance with you and Grace literally walking in circles around the kitchen before Grace stopped to stare at you with a somewhat sad look on his face.

“Did I do something wrong?” Grace asked you, making you huff out a nervous laugh as you stepped around him towards the exit of the kitchen.

You shook your head. “It’s nothing. I’m just not feeling well today and I don’t want you to catch what I have.”

Grace was about to open his mouth when you turned away and left the room, leaving the man by himself in the kitchen.

You had a million thoughts run through your mind at once and you knew you couldn’t stay in the same room as Grace or else you’d ask him a stupid question that could ruin your entire friendship.

You didn’t want that, you couldn’t lose the last person you cared about due to stupid stuff like romantic feelings.

~~~~~

“Ow! What are you hitting me for?”

You were slapping Grace’s shoulder after he returned back to the ship from collecting the atmospheric samples near the newly named planet Adrian, once Tau Ceti, which was named after Rocky’s mate.

You pointed a finger at Grace. “Next time, wait for me before you decide to go prancing out of the ship.”

“Hey, it’s fine. I’ve done it a couple of times before you woke up from your coma so it’s kind of a cake walk once you’re out there.” Grace replied, removing his space suit.

You let out a scoff, your jaw tensing. “That’s not the point.”

“Okay, what is it then?” Grace replied, putting down the container that held the samples.

You threw your hands up in the air in frustration. “How about the fact that you could’ve died if something went wrong and you didn’t have someone to back you up?”

“Okay but I’m here aren’t I?” Grace softly told you, bringing your hands down to hold. His thumbs rubbing over your knuckles soothingly, making you huff before nodding.

Grace smiled. “You care about me that much huh?”

You felt your face flush before trying to get away from Grace but the man laughed, strengthening his hold on you.

“I care that you’re the only one capable of piloting the ship.” You looked up at him defiantly, not giving in to his teasing.

Grace tilted his head, smiling down at you before squeezing your hands once and letting go. He made a move to bend down and pick up the samples but stopped when your hand suddenly shot out and held his wrist.

Grace looked back at you in confusion, making you roll your eyes at him before dragging him back up to you and cupping his face to pull him down into a kiss.

Grace lets out a surprised noise at the back of his throat before sighing into the kiss, his body relaxing into yours.

It was gentle. The way Grace’s hands wrapped themselves around your middle to bring you closer to him, his tongue prodding at your lips and letting out a moan when you let his tongue slip in to tangle with your own.

The both of you were getting lost in each other’s lips, the spark between the both of you finally lighting up with each touch.

“Why are Grace and Friend eating each other’s faces? Question.”

You and Grace suddenly jumped away from each other, turning to see Rocky staring at the both of you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at getting caught by an extraterrestrial life form, hiding your face in Grace’s chest while the other man’s hand rubbed the back of your head soothingly as he tried to explain the way humans romantically do things.

“Okay, we should test out the samples with the astrophage that we do have and see what causes them to die on Adrian’s atmosphere.” Grace said, getting a nod from you in response before capturing your lips with his again.

You made a noise of disapproval, breaking the kiss to glare at Grace. “Enough of that, we need to start working.”

“But your lips are so addictive, I can’t help it.” Grace whined leaning again but you stopped him by putting your hand between both your faces.

You cocked an eyebrow at the other man before stepping away from him. “You can kiss me all you want once the work’s done.”

“We’re two very talented scientists, I’m sure we can multitask if we put our minds to it. Isn’t collaboration highly recommended to get the best results?” Grace droned on, following you out.

You shook your head in amusement, you had created a monster.

~~~~~

“I don’t understand the need for these glasses if you’re not going to wear them properly.”

You mused fixing Grace’s glasses on his face with a smirk, the other man glaring at you halfheartedly before the both of you turned when Rocky started freaking about life.

The both of you quickly caught on to what he was saying before testing out the samples on the astrophage and yelling out in victory at finding out that Adrian’s atmosphere kills astrophage.

You and Grace followed Rocky across the ship as the Eridian happily chirped about having found the solution to your problems and that now the three of you could go back home to your respective planets.

You and Grace went quiet, the reality of the trip suddenly weighing heavily down on both your minds.

“Rocky, there’s something we need to tell you.” You started, seeing Grace’s expression shut down.

Rocky chirped happily. “Yes, Friend. Rocky now know you and Grace mates.”

“We’re not going home, Rock. This is a one-way trip. We had enough astrophage to get here, but not enough to get back.” Grace said, ignoring the sad look you sent his way.

Rocky suddenly went quiet, Grace’s words apparently hit him hard before you heard a sad noise come out of the Eridian. “So what happens, Grace and Friend. Question.”

Grace waved his hand. “Oh we’ve got enough food to last us a couple of years.”

You nodded, sidling up to Grace. The other man wrapping a hand around your waist and squeezing you as support.

“So, Grace and Friend die? Question.” Rocky asked, his voice sounded a little panicked and it made your heart break.

Grace nodded. “Yeah, once we’re done. The both of us are going to die.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Rocky asked sullenly, forcing you to swallow down a sob that was slowly bubbling up.

Grace shook his head, glancing at you. “It must’ve slipped our minds while we were doing everything else.”

“No,” Rocky fought back. “Grace said Grace go home.”

Grace sighed, releasing your waist before crouching towards Rocky. “Listen.”

“No.” Rocky retorted.

“Listen.” Grace replied.

“No.” Rocky told him.

“Listen,” Grace tried again, Rocky now quiet as the both of them faced each other. “I got to meet you. I got to do all this amazing stuff and I’m probably going to die with the love of my life. I’m good.”

You hid your mouth behind your hand, trying your best to keep it in together and you wondered how Grace was able to get through the tough conversation.

Maybe delivering bad news was part of the job as a teacher.

“He and I have made our peace with it.” Grace pointed back at you as he spoke to Rocky.

Rocky seemed unconvinced. “What mean? What mean make peace?”

“It means,” Grace’s voice cracked. “We know we’re not going home. We know why and it’s okay.”

Rocky was quiet before saying no when Grace asked for a thumbs up. It made your mouth twitch at the way Grace was trying to console Rocky despite the ugliness of the situation.

You bit your lip, keeping to yourself when Rocky told Grace that he was brave. The blonde man sighed, walking away with his hands on his hips.

You hesitated in reaching out to Grace, you could see how tense the muscles in his back were.

“How much astrophage you need? Question.” Rocky suddenly asked, turning his attention to you.

You sighed when you knew Grace wasn’t going to answer. “Two million killograms.”

“I can give,” Rocky replied, catching you off guard. “I go home six years slower.”

“That’s too much.” Grace argued.

“Rocky watch crew die. Could not fix.” Rocky told Grace. “Grace say Grace and Friend die. Rocky fix.”

You watched as the realisation hit Grace. The other man already tearing up at thought of being able to go home.

You walked up to Grace when he put a hand up to your direction, immediately pulling you in his embrace so he could plant a kiss on the side of your head.

Everyone was going home.

~~~~~

You groaned in pain, your head pounding as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings.

Everything was flashing red and you looked around in confusion when you realised Grace wasn’t in the pilot’s seat.

You got up from the floor, your heart sinking when you saw Rocky’s glass containment was shattered from the inside out.

Your heart started to pump crazily in your chest as you began running towards the direction of the medical bay, your mind still in disarray as you stumbled all over the place.

You gasped seeing Grace on the medical bed before your eyes fell to dark shell of what was once Rocky.

You stood still, shocked, thinking that Rocky was dead until you heard the sound of his usual chirping even though it was faint and weak.

You didn’t think twice before picking up Rocky and wincing in pain when his body started to sizzle against your arms.

You dragged Rocky on the floor, the remnants of his body leaving a trail as you let out a groan and powered your way to the open space of Rocky’s container that surrounded the ship’s interior before pushing Rocky inside and getting your arms burnt in the process when the ammonia touched your skin.

You watched as Rocky slowly but surely retreated into another one of his safety zones that wasn’t compromised before the Eridian fell to the ground in a tired heap.

You forced yourself to walk up to where Rocky was lying down, ignoring the burns on your arms before sliding down next to the container and resting your head against the glass.

Rocky chirped and you huffed out a laugh, nodding in reply.

“I’m okay,” You told Rocky breathlessly. “I’ll watch you and Grace, you don’t have to worry about us. You just need to get better, okay buddy?”

Rocky gives you a final chirp before going silent. You closed your eyes and gave out a sigh before feeling the adrenaline leave your body, the exhaustion finally kicking and knocking you out cold.

~~~~~

“Come on, baby. You got this, don’t leave me.”

You squirmed, hearing Grace’s voice before feeling something next to your body move. You twitched your fingers and heard a gasp on the side.

You forced your eyes open, blinking to adjust to the light that was shining directly down on your face before you turned your head to see Grace staring down at you.

“Hi.” You said to Grace, your voice slightly muffled by the oxygen mask that was strapped to your face.

“Hi.” Grace replied, breathily.

You tried to move but winced when you felt both your arms were stinging.

“Hey, it’s okay. Don’t move,” Grace cooed at you, his hand rubbing the top of your head soothingly. “The cooling agent is helping you treat the burns on your arms.”

“Rocky?” You asked, remembering how you got those burns.

Grace smiled down at you, dropping a kiss to your forehead. “He’s fine, just knocked out. You saved him.”

“He saved you first.” You told Grace, getting a nod in response before Grace wiped a tear from his face.

Grace let out a tired sigh, leaning back on the chair he was sitting on. “I’ll watch over him, you just have to rest. I don’t think you’ll be using your hands anytime soon with those third degree burns.”

“So much for asking you to hold my hand then.” You replied, getting a slight smile out of Grace.

Grace shook his head before leaning his body towards yours. “I can still give you kisses so you don’t have to worry about that.”

You laughed, Grace joining you before a comfortable silence falls between the both of you.

You glanced at Grace and sighed. “I remembered what happened to my sister.”

Grace didn’t reply, his body bristling in response before giving you a sad smile.

You felt your eyes start to sting as tears were flowing down the sides of your face. “Killed because of a mistake.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” Grace consoled you, rubbing away the tears from your face.

You shook your head. “It wasn’t your fault, accidents happen but I just didn’t think it was going to be that intense and now I have to mourn my sister all over again.”

“If you need time to process this alone, I get it. I’ll be here however you need to be.” Grace reassured you, making you smile.

You nodded. “I do need you. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Grace smiled softly before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

You settled down on the bed, squirming slightly since you still couldn’t move your arms. “Once Rocky wakes up, we’ll get out of here right?”

“Of course.” Grace replied.

The side of your mouth twitched. “It’s funny that this was also technically how we first met on the ship.”

“That’s true except you look way cuter now than how you were the first time you woke up.” Grace replied, making you scoff at him before the both of you laughed.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Not all of us can be a muscled hunk that’s also a scientist.”

“Took you long enough babe to notice this physique, I’ll let you explore them once we’re settled with everything around us.” Grace told you, making you shake your head at him fondly.

You sighed. “You know even if Rocky didn’t have extra astrophage for us, I think it was pretty nice to find my home with you.”

Grace nodded, smiling. “Home is wherever you are.”

“Sap.” You retorted, getting an offended squawk from Grace.

Grace huffed. “You started it.”

You felt your eyes get heavy again, yawning slightly before turning to Grace. “Grace?”

“Yeah baby?” Grace sat closer to you.

You smiled at the pet name. “Make sure Rocky wakes up, okay?”

“Of course, baby. We’re not leaving him.” Grace huffed out a small laugh before pecking you on the cheek as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

There were still many things to do but you knew Grace was able to handle it.

He was the bravest man you’ve ever met.

*****

Author’s note:

My first Ryland Grace fic!

I’m so happy to be able to post this after having watched Project Hail Mary so many times in the theaters

Can’t wait to write more!

As always, thank you for reading :)

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You lay back on the bed, gripping Dick Grayson's hips as he rode your cock in reverse cowgirl. His ass swallowed every inch, the tight ring gripping you firmly while he bottomed out with a low groan. “Shit, you feel massive tonight,” he muttered, rolling his hips in slow circles before lifting up and dropping back down. 

Your hands clamped onto his waist, feeling the play of muscle under smooth skin as he rode you. Dick's back arched, sweat glistening along his spine, and his own cock bobbed untouched between his spread thighs. He picked up speed, his hips moving faster, the head of your cock dragging against that spot inside him that made his voice crack. “Yeah, just like that—keep it there. Fuck,“

Suddenly he shifted, sliding his legs outward in a smooth motion. They spread wider until he dropped into a full split, his body sinking flush against your lap and taking every inch deeper. The position looked impossible, his flexibility on full display as he continued to work his hips in tiny, grinding motions.

You froze for a second, eyes widening at the sight. “Holy fuck, Dick—“ The position hit you hard, the visual of his split legs and the way his hole still clenched around your length almost too much. Dick glanced over his shoulder with a smirk, breathing heavy. “What? I'm flexible as hell, remember?” He rolled his hips again, proving the point by staying perfectly balanced in the split. “Now stop staring and fuck me.”

The reminder clicked, and heat surged through you. You tightened your grip and started thrusting upward, driving your cock into him with sharp, powerful snaps of your hips. Each thrust lifted him slightly before he sank back down, the full split keeping him wide open for you.  The angle let you pound straight into his prostate, and Dick's moans turned into ragged shouts. “Yes—fuck, right there! Pound me harder, don't stop!”

Your cock slammed up into his stretched hole again and again, the obscene sound of wet thrusts mixing with his gasps. Dick's own dick swung freely in the open position, leaking steadily onto the sheets below. “Take it,” you growled, hips pistoning relentlessly. “Your ass is so fucking tight like this.”

Dick pushed back as much as the split allowed, his voice breaking. “Deeper—goddamn, wreck me.“ Sweat dripped from both of you, bodies slick and moving in a frantic rhythm. 

“I'm close—fuck, I'm gonna cum,” he warned, and you doubled down, hammering up into him until his cock pulsed untouched, shooting ropes across the bed.  Dicks ass clamped down hard, milking you, and you followed right after, flooding his hole with thick pulses of cum while he rode out the aftershocks in that impossible split position.

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[vincent-van-gtg]

[thatrandyalexfroma03]

Cant risk it.

[cece693]

GOTHAM'S SOFTEST SECRET

Jason Todd x Male Reader

synopsis: Jason Todd has a reputation for being Gotham’s tough, sharp tongued vigilante who takes no crap from anyone. But with his boyfriend, it’s a different story. He melts in their arms, perfectly content in being the little spoon and be cuddled. His brothers find the sight a mix of disturbing and amusing.

Jason Todd had a reputation. The kind of man who made Gotham’s scum cross the street, who told even Batman to shove it when he felt like it. He was iron and fire, blunt edges and bullets.

But with you, it was different.

It was almost comical, really. Jason standing broad shouldered in the doorway, still wearing his Red Hood jacket, jaw tight from another night of blood and crime. And then there was you. Bigger, taller, pulling him in by the collar until he practically collapsed against your chest.

Jason didn’t even resist. He grumbled under his breath, sure, but he let you fold him into your arms like you were the one keeping the weight of Gotham off his shoulders. “You’re so damn clingy.” Yet his fingers hooked into your belt loops, keeping you there.

That night Bruce invited you both to dinner, with Jason swearing it’d end in a fight. But what his brothers weren’t prepared for was walking into the living room and seeing you stretched out on the couch, Jason sprawled on top of you, head pillowed against your chest while your hand absently played with his hair.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Dick muttered from the doorway.

Jason’s eyes cracked open just enough to catch him. “Say one word, Grayson, and I’ll shove your escrima sticks somewhere you won’t like.”

Damian blinked slowly, then scowled. “Disgusting. I didn’t need to see Todd reduced to a cuddle pillow.”

“Say that again, demon spawn. I dare you.”

Damian smirked, clearly pushing buttons. “Cuddle. Pillow.”

Jason started to push himself up, muscles coiling like a spring, but your palm slid down from his shoulder to his waist, fingers curling just enough to anchor him. You leaned down, your lips close to his ear, and whispered something low enough for only him to hear:

“Don’t waste your breath. They’re just jealous.”

Jason’s scowl faltered, his jaw flexing once before softening. For a heartbeat, the entire room went still as the Red Hood, the guy who fought tooth and nail to never look weak, melted under your touch.

He exhaled, let his weight settle back onto you, and buried his face against your chest.

Tim nearly dropped his phone. “Did you just tame him?!"

Jason groaned into your chest. “You people are insufferable.”

“Insufferable?” Tim echoed, half laughing, half horrified. “You’re the one purring like a cat—”

Jason’s head snapped up. “Replacement—”

“Shhh,” you murmured, brushing your thumb over the back of his neck. “Don’t give them the satisfaction.” Jason muttered something profane under his breath but stayed put, chest rising and falling against yours.

Dick leaned on the doorframe, eyes wide. “I think I just watched Jason Todd obey a command. Like, actual obedience. From a person who’s not Bruce.”

Jason flipped him off without lifting his head. “Keep talking, Golden Boy. See what happens.”

Bruce’s voice floated in from the kitchen, sounding suspiciously amused. “Dinner’s getting cold.”

You gave Jason’s hip a squeeze. “C’mon. Let’s go eat before it really does.” Jason sighed like a man being asked to scale Everest, but when you shifted, he followed. Still pressed to your side, still shooting glares at his brothers.

Tim shook his head slowly. “I’m telling you, we need to get photographic evidence of this.”

Jason growled. “I swear to God, Drake—” But he never finished the threat, because you leaned down and kissed his hair again, and just like that, Gotham’s toughest vigilante melted back into your hold.

[valiants]

Spring

[ritterisdead]

they have my heart

[grimquil]

After all you're...

The bedroom is dim, the only light coming from the streetlamp bleeding through the half-closed blinds.

Mark is sprawled face-down on your bed, ass raised high, his back arched in a way all he could manage while you rail him from behind with deep, unrelenting strokes.

His dark hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, strands sticking to his flushed skin. His hands gave out minutes ago — fingers weakly clutching the sheets as his arms tremble and collapse under him. All he can do now is take it, cheek pressed into the pillow, mouth open as broken sounds spill out with every thrust.

It started when he got back from space.He’d looked at you with bright eyes and that cocky grin, new power still buzzing through his veins, and bragged, “I can take you now. All of you. Don’t hold back this time.”

Shit wasn't sweet. You hadn’t held back. Your thick cock is buried so deep inside him that he was sure you’re rearranging his guts. Every brutal snap of your hips stretches his hole wide, the wet, filthy plap-plap-plap of skin on skin filling the quiet room.

His hole is puffy and sloppy, leaking around your cock as you pound into him without mercy.Each time the head of your dick drags across his prostate, Mark lets out a sound that starts as an embarrassing whimper and quickly turns into a loud, desperate moan.“F-fuck—!” he cries into the pillow, voice cracking and raw. “It’s too much— shit, it’s too fucking much—!”

You don’t slow down. You lean over his back, chest pressed against his sweat-slick skin, and sink your teeth into the back of his neck. Mark gasps sharply, hole clenching tight around you.

You grab a fistful of his damp hair and yank his head back just enough to growl against his ear.“What’s wrong, Mark?” you pant, hips still slamming forward in short, punishing strokes. “Thought you said you could take it. After all you’re…"

[grimquil]

Zuko x husband male reader

The royal hot springs nestled in the shadowed foothills beyond the Fire Nation capital, far enough from the palace that the weight of the throne and its endless demands felt like something left behind on another continent. You and Zuko had slipped away under the cover of dusk, the two of you stealing the rare night alone after weeks that had stretched into months of separation. Court sessions had swallowed him whole—long hours mediating between restless nobles, smoothing over old grudges that refused to die with the war. Your own days had been claimed by the delicate negotiations with the Water Tribe delegations, forging new trade routes and alliances that kept you away from the palace more often than not. Letters and brief, exhausted kisses in passing corridors had been all you managed for far too long. The yearning had built like steam under pressure, mutual and aching, until neither of you could stand another night apart.

The carved stone path to the largest pool glowed faintly under low torchlight as you arrived. Zuko shed his formal robes first, letting the heavy layers fall away until he stood bare in the cool night air. You followed, stepping down into the steaming water behind him. The heat rose around your bodies, enveloping you both as you sank in together. Zuko settled against your chest without hesitation, his back to your front, head resting back on your shoulder. The water lapped gently at your collarbones, and for the first time in weeks the rigid line of his shoulders softened.

Your arms circled him, one hand resting low on his stomach while the other traced slow, idle paths along his arm. “I’ve missed this,” you murmured against the side of his head, voice low in the quiet. “Missed you. The way you feel right here.”

Zuko exhaled, long and slow, his fingers threading through yours underwater. “Every damn meeting I sat through, all I could think about was getting back to you. The court feels like it’s designed to keep us apart these days.” His voice carried that familiar edge of frustration, but it melted into something quieter, more vulnerable. “I hate how little time we’ve had. You with the Water Tribe talks, me buried in scrolls and arguments… I need this. Need you.”

You pressed a kiss to his temple, then another to the corner of his jaw, lingering there. The steam curled around you both, making the air thick and intimate. “We’re here now. No councils. No delegations. Just us.” Your hand slid up his chest, palm flat over his heart, feeling the steady beat that had become the rhythm you measured your own life by. He turned his head enough to catch your mouth in a kiss—slow at first, then deeper, tongues sliding together with the kind of unhurried hunger that came from too many nights spent apart. When you broke apart, his breathing had already changed, a little quicker, a little warmer against your lips.

You stayed like that for a long while, trading soft kisses and quiet words between them. He told you about the latest pointless debate in court, how he’d wished you were there to steady him with a single look across the room. You shared stories from the Water Tribe negotiations, the way the southern delegates had finally started to trust the Fire Nation again because of the work you’d put in. Each shared detail drew you closer, bodies shifting in the water until he was straddling your lap, knees braced on the submerged stone ledge on either side of your hips.The water made everything slick and weightless, his cock brushing against your stomach as he rocked once, experimental.

The kiss deepened again, mutual and yearning, hands roaming with the kind of familiarity that came from years of marriage. Your palms mapped the planes of his back, the dip of his spine, pulling him flush so there was no space left between you. Zuko’s fingers dug into your shoulders, hips rolling again, slower this time, deliberate. “I’ve wanted you like this for weeks,” he breathed against your mouth, the words rough but honest. “Just you. No interruptions.”

You answered by gripping his hips, guiding the next roll so your cock slid against the cleft of his ass, hot and insistent in the water. The oil you’d brought from the palace sat on the stone edge; you reached for it, slicking your fingers and then yourself while he watched, eyes dark with the same need that had kept you both awake on too many separate nights. When you pressed two fingers to his entrance, he sank down onto them without hesitation, a low sound escaping him as the water rippled around your wrist. You worked him open carefully, curling and stretching until he was rocking back onto your hand, chasing the feeling.

The transition into more came naturally, the way it always did when the yearning finally broke. You withdrew your fingers and guided your cock to his hole, the thick head breaching him slow and steady as he lowered himself. The water helped, making the slide smoother, but the heat of him was still overwhelming—tight, velvet, clenching around every inch as he took you deeper. Zuko’s head tipped back, lips parted, a quiet groan slipping free when he bottomed out, ass flush against your thighs. You were buried to the hilt inside him, the water lapping at your joined bodies.

He started riding you then, slow rolls of his hips at first, hands braced on your chest for balance. Each downward motion dragged your cock along his inner walls, the angle perfect in the buoyant water. You met him with upward thrusts, gentle but deep, hands steady on his waist to keep him grounded. Kisses came between the movements—messy and open-mouthed, tongues sliding together as the pace built. Steam rose thicker around you, the torches casting flickering light across his flushed skin and the way his chest rose and fell faster with every grind.

“Feels so good,” Zuko muttered against your lips, voice wrecked but steady, the words pulled from somewhere deep. “Missed having you inside me like this. Missed feeling full.” He rolled his hips harder, taking you deeper, the water splashing softly with the motion. You answered by pulling him down into another kiss, tongues curling together while one of your hands slid between you to stroke his cock in time with his riding. The mutual need poured out in every touch—his desperation to be close after so many weeks apart matching your own ache to have him like this, connected and yours.

The rhythm quickened naturally, his ass bouncing in the water with each drop and rise, the wet sounds mixing with the soft lap of the spring. You thrust up harder, hitting that spot inside him that made his breath hitch and his fingers tighten on your shoulders. Kisses broke only for air, then returned, deeper and more urgent. Zuko’s moans spilled into your mouth, low and raw, his body moving with the kind of focused hunger that came from too much time spent wanting.

You felt him start to tremble, muscles tightening around your cock as pleasure coiled tight. His cock pulsed in your fist, leaking steadily into the water. “Close,” he gasped against your lips, hips grinding down in short, desperate circles. You kept stroking him, kept thrusting up to meet every roll, until he came with a shuddering breath—thick pulses spilling over your fingers and into the spring while his hole clenched rhythmically around you, milking your length.

The squeeze dragged you over the edge right after. You buried yourself deep and came inside him, pulsing hot and heavy, filling him until it leaked out around your cock into the water. Zuko kept riding you through it, slow and languid now, drawing out every last tremor until you both stilled, chests pressed together, breathing hard in the steam-filled air.

He stayed in your lap for a long time after, forehead resting against yours, the water still warm around you. Your hands stroked up and down his back in lazy passes, and he pressed soft kisses to your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth—small, lingering things that spoke of the same deep relief you felt. “We should do this more,” he said quietly, voice still a little rough. “Steal nights like this. The court and the delegations can wait a few hours. I need you more than any of it.”

You kissed him again, slow and sure, arms tightening around him. “We will. Every chance we get. You’re my husband. That comes first.” The words settled between you, simple and true, the same promise you’d made on your wedding day years ago. The hot spring kept you wrapped in its warmth long into the night, the two of you trading quiet touches and softer kisses while the steam continued to rise, the rest of the world held at bay for just a little longer.

[ritterisdead]

🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[chaostheoryy]

Not His First Rodeo [Tyler Owens X M!Reader]

Summary: There’s something depressing about being single on Valentine’s Day. Fortunately for you, there’s a former rodeo boy looking for company at the local bar too.

Word Count: 3.3K

Reader: Male (no genitalia referenced, can be read as cis or trans), implied autistic

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY, minors DNI)

Warnings: Foul language and sexual content including: sexting, semi-public blowjobs, and sexual suggestions

Notes: Well, lads, we're back with another horny one. And this one is so out-of-character for me as the reader because you will not find me going to bars or blowing men in public bathrooms ever. Glen Powell, the hold you have on me is criminal. As always, no beta, we die like men.

***

You hate bars. Always have. They’re too loud and too crowded. Everyone is either unbearably blissed out or drunken themselves into a fury. If they’re not looking to fuck, they’re looking to fight. 

And you?

Well, you’re looking to feel something other than the crushing weight of loneliness on Valentine’s Day. Which—thinking about it now—maybe coming to a dive bar where you’re not actually going to talk to anybody but the bartender isn’t the best cure for loneliness. It’s no better than trying to cover a gaping wound with a Hello Kitty bandaid.

At least the cocktails taste good.

And the bartender’s hot. Straight, no doubt, but easy on the eyes in a way that makes him dangerously good at earning tips. And tip him well you shall because that man is heavy handed with his mixers. You’re only two drinks down and you are feeling it.

“Hey there.”

A man in a maroon, denim button-up slides onto the barstool next to you. With sleeves rolled up to his elbows, worn-out jeans clinging snugly to his thighs, and a white cowboy hat nestled atop his brunet hair, he looks exactly like the kind of guy you’d find nursing a Budweiser at your local rodeo. The longhorn belt buckle at his waist does nothing but solidify that stereotype.

You give the man a small grin. “Hey.”

“Hope you don’t mind me comin’ over. My buddies tapped out early tonight.” He gestures to the doorway as if you can somehow picture these unknown companions departing. “And listen, I’m normally a beer guy but, uh, whatever it is you’re drinking looks mighty good.”

“It’s just a Long Island iced tea,” you explain to the newcomer. “At least, that’s what I ordered. But, I’ll be honest, the bartender might’ve taken some artistic liberties ‘cause there’s definitely an extra kick to this thing.”

He smiles. And, oh God, is it a beautiful smile. It’s the kind of pearly white grin that dentists dream of maintaining in all their patients. Combine the sheer perfection of his actual teeth with that confident gleam in his green eyes and you’ve got yourself a charming prince straight out of every child’s favorite fairytale.

“You may have just sold me on the idea even more. I’m Tyler, by the way,” he says with an outstretched hand.

You introduce yourself, making sure to grip his hand firmly as you shake it. He’s undoubtedly the kind of guy who grew up in the part of America where a weak handshake is a sign of frail masculinity. Last thing you want is to have him see you as a sheep in wolf’s clothing.

“So, what’s your story then?” He asks while he waits for the bartender to make him a drink of his own. “Drinking to forget or drinking to find something new?”

You shrug. “Little bit of both maybe? I don’t know. I’m not really into all the Valentine’s Day bullshit. Maybe it’s just ‘cause I’m one of those jaded guys who’s never actually had a valentine.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Though, I gotta admit, I find it hard to believe a guy like you has never had a valentine.”

You scoff. “Why do you say that?”

“Handsome fellas like you don’t stay single for very long.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol seeping into your system, but time seems to slow in that moment. And thank God it does because you need more than a singular breath to process that statement.

Is he…flirting with you?

No. That can’t be right. A cowboy casanova with a picture-perfect smile doesn’t just plop down at a bar and flirt with another man. At least not when that man is you.

“Bold words coming from you,” you clap back without first considering your words. “You look like you walked off the cover of Southern Living! There’s no way you’re in here ordering a cocktail because you couldn’t score a girlfriend.”

Thankfully, he isn’t offended by your rebuttal. In fact, he laughs as he stirs the drink that’s just been placed in front of him with the straw.

“Well, I’ll tell you what: you’re right about that. But unfortunately for the lovely ladies that have made passes at me recently, I’m not in the market for a girlfriend right now.”

Now, even when you’re completely sober, you are often clueless when it comes to subtext and subtleties. There’s a certain skillset required to pick up on these micro interactions and—unfortunately for you—you were thrown into this world with a partially empty toolbox. Add alcohol to the mix and the few tools that were gifted to you become as useless as a butter knife on a T-bone steak.

“Oh, I see,” you reply naively, “You’re in your happily single era. Congrats. Enjoy it while it lasts.”

He cocks his brow. “I’ll be honest, I’m having a hard time figuring out whether you’re tryna to tell me you don’t play for my team or if you genuinely don’t know which team I’m playing for.”

Your cheeks immediately flush a deep shade of red as the puzzle pieces click into place. Better late than never.

“Oh. Fuck. I’m sorry,” you apologize. “I didn’t think—I mean, no offense, you’re not exactly the kind of guy I’d expect to be…Y’know.”

“Queer?”

“Well, yeah. But that’s on me for basically stereotyping you! Which is awful, by the way, and I’m very sorry for doing so.”

He shrugs it off. “I get it. Nothing about this get up really gives the impression that I’m looking to get down with other guys.“ 

He takes a long chug of his drink before continuing, “Not to put you on the spot or anything, but are you into men at all? ‘Cause if not, I’ll get out of your hair right now.”

“No!” You exclaim far too quickly. 

He blinks back his surprise.

The embarrassment that you feel in that moment is devastating. Even with the soothing song of alcohol playing in your head to ease your anxieties, you know that you’re not handling this anywhere near as smoothly as you would’ve liked.

You sigh, “Sorry that was much louder than I thought…I’m not saying no to your question. I meant it in the sense of ‘no, please don’t get out of my hair.’ I am definitely into men. Actually, I am very into men.”

Especially men like you, a voice in your head murmurs.

Tyler flashes a crooked smirk. “Good. Let me buy you another drink and we’ll see where wind takes us, shall we?”

***

You spend the next hour or so getting to know one another. The picture you had in your head of him chugging beers at a rodeo wasn’t too far off; as it turns out he actually was a rodeo boy a couple years back. One too many kicks in the head had forced him out of the game and refocused him on his passion for storm chasing. From one rodeo to another, really.

It becomes very clear, very quickly that Tyler is an adrenaline junkie who lives for the thrill. If there’s no risk, how can there be a reward? And while plenty of people would find that kind of lifestyle dangerous, you find it extremely attractive.

“Man, I wish I could’ve seen you ride,” you admit. “Were you good?”

“Decent enough. I wasn’t setting any records but I pulled my weight at shows.”

You look down at his thighs. The way they’re stretching the denim of his jeans as if trying to break free is evidence that he’s got the muscles of a rider.

“And it kept you in shape, that’s for sure,” you muse.

He chuckles. “Sure did. It takes a lot of muscle to avoid being thrown skyward by a thousand pound animal. I was never really a gym rat in college so I didn’t exactly set out to get a six pack but the broncos didn’t give me much of a choice.”

There’s a new picture in your head now: shirtless, tanned Tyler Owens expertly clinging to the back of a bucking horse. The curve of his chiseled arms grows more pronounced with each wild movement of the stubborn animal. His firm pecs flex along with his core muscles as he fights to keep himself glued to the saddle. He’s sweaty and focused and unbearably sexy.

Your tongue darts out to wet your suddenly dry lips. You can tell by the way his eyes dip down to your mouth that he’s seen it too but he opts out of commenting on it.

“You ever go to the rodeo?” He asks.

“Once or twice. I don’t know, it was never really my thing.”

“Well, maybe you should try it again. I’d love to take you,” he says suggestively.

You raise your brow, unable to keep yourself from perking up at the implication. “You asking me out, cowboy?”

“I suppose I am.”

“Then I suppose I’m saying yes.”

The corner of his mouth curves upward into a lopsided smile. Every time he looks at you like that, a lump forms in your throat. It should be illegal, that smile of his. It’s a weapon, a form of well-placed propaganda that can make you believe anything and everything he says. If he tells you to run away with him while he’s got that smirk on his face, you will.

Some little voice inside of you says that it hopes he does.

***

That night, you leave the bar with his number and the promise that he’ll take you to the rodeo that’s coming to town the following weekend. According to him, it’ll be a big event with some of the best bull and bronco riders in the state. 

Over the next several days, the two of you consistently exchange messages. You learn more about one another: where you grew up, your favorite restaurants, your relationships with family and friends. 

There is also, of course, loads of flirting going on in between the cordial information exchange. One morning, you send him pictures of the formal suit and tie that you’ve donned for the work meeting that afternoon. He responds with a tasteful shot of him wiping his face with the bottom of his shirt just so you can have a peek at his bare torso.

Yup, he’s just as ripped as you thought he’d be.

You: Put those away, you slut!  Tyler: That’s nothing. I’d send you a dick pic right now, if you wanted. Tyler: Probably not a good way to start the work day though.

Your heart skips a beat at the suggestion. Jesus Christ. You’ve had the feeling that he isn’t the kind of guy to shy away from showing you his junk, but having him actually drop the suggestion doesn’t take away from the surprise of knowing he wants to show you.

And boy, do you want to see it.

You: How about when I get home tonight? Tyler: Sure thing, handsome. You: Promise? Tyler: Promise ;)

The entire meeting—and the rest of the time spent working in the office—all you can think about is how badly you want to go home. Normally, you’re a top-tier employee who wants nothing more than to excel at your job. Cranking out e-mails, answering calls, and reorganizing files is hardly a complicated list of things to do on a day such as this. But, as it turns out, having the prospect of seeing Tyler Owens’s dick when you clock out is enough to turn you into a jaded man going through the motions.

As soon as you get back to your apartment, you kick off your shoes, undo your tie and plop down on the couch to text him. Never in your life have you been so excited to actually receive a dick pic.

You: Finally home. Offer still on the table? Tyler: For you, anytime.

The picture is delivered almost immediately. The second it loads, your mouth drops. 

He’s huge. Despite not even being hard in the photo, the cock hanging out from his unbuttoned jeans looks thick and heavy in his hand. And yes, it’s uncut. The little bit of tip sticking out from the foreskin is deliciously pink.

You want to suck on it so badly.

You: Holy fuck! Tyler: Like what you see, big boy? You: God yeah… My mouth is practically watering. You: I can’t wait to see you this weekend. Tyler: Agreed. I’ve been thinking about you so much, it ticks me off. Tyler: I should’ve kissed you before we left. You: You can kiss me as much as you want when we meet up. You: And maybe we can do a little more than kiss… Tyler: Don’t tempt me with a good time.

***

It comes as no surprise to either of you on Saturday that your interest in actually watching the rodeo events pales in comparison to your desire to get your hands on one another. You’re thankful he’s brought you, of course, and you do your best to enjoy the entertainment in front of you while you can. But, as your watching man after man get tossed around like a packaged salad, all you can think about is the fact that such wild riding has given the man beside you the finest body you’ve ever been sent nudes of.

“Your hand’s wandering a little high there, champ,” Tyler says in the middle of another bucking bronco round.

You pry your eyes from the arena ahead and look down to see your hand has mindlessly strayed from his knee up to his inner thigh. It’s not north enough to brush his crotch—thank god—but it’s definitely tiptoeing along “inappropriate public behavior” territory.

You laugh nervously. “Sorry.”

You start to slide your hand away, but he guides it right back to where it had been resting. There’s a cocky grin on his face as he does so.

“No, no, I ain’t tellin’ you to move it.” He leans in to murmur, “I just want you to be mindful ‘cause I’m starting to get a little excited thinking about that hand wrapped around my dick.”

It’s impossible to keep the color from rushing to your cheeks. The image of your fingers curled around his thick, uncut cock sends sparks southbound in your own body. And the sound of his voice whispering things like that… Yeah, you want him to run his mouth more.

“Well, maybe we should run to the bathroom so you can relieve yourself,” you suggest with a raised brow.

The crowd suddenly erupts into a chorus of cheers that you assume is in response to a rider hitting their record. But rather than look back at the arena, you take advantage of the distraction and press your palm to Tyler’s crotch. A little squeeze gets him to bite his lip.

***

The two of you end up crammed in a stall in the bathroom farthest away from all the action. It’s not very clean, of course, but it doesn’t smell completely like shit and there’s country music blasting in from the entry door to stifle any noises that might draw attention to what you both are up to.

Tyler’s sitting on the toilet, pants around his ankles and eyes sparkling with excitement as you kneel in front of him. You waste no time with teasing him about the situation, opting instead to pull back his foreskin and suck on the tip like it’s a delicious, pink popsicle. He exhales contently, spreading his knees apart to give you more access. 

As you suck on the head and slowly stroke his cock with one hand, your tongue occasionally prods playfully at the delicate little hole at the tip. Every time you do, his cock twitches eagerly and his eyes flutter. Clearly, he enjoys that.

After a few more exploratory swipes of the tongue, you start to bob your head. With each movement, you take more and more of his length into your mouth until your nose is being tickled by his happy trail and you’ve got drool leaking from the corner of your lips. He truly is a mouthful. One wrong move and you’ll choke on that swollen head at the back of your throat.

You blow him like you mean it. And really, you do. You want to make him cum. It’s something you’ve fantasized about ever since he sent you that dick pic a few days ago. So, you suck on him hard and fast, hand fondling his balls to coax him closer to the edge. His pleasant sighs and hums are gradually mutating into ragged breaths and helpless groans. There’s even a hand on the top of your head now that’s fighting the urge to shove your face into his groin. Instinct is clearly telling him to fuck your mouth but he’s a gentleman who favors watching you work your magic.

“Oh fuck…I’m close,” he gasps after another swipe of your tongue across his tip, “I’m really fucking close.”

You respond to his warning with a deep hum and up your game again. Hollowing your cheeks, you deep throat him a few more times. It doesn’t take much for him to reach his limit. When you feel the first spurt of cum hit your throat, you ease up to suckle on his tip while your hand strokes him through his orgasm. You swallow every last drop as if his cum will magically quench your thirst.

When you finish sucking him clean, you pull off his cock with a soft pop. You seal the deal with a playful kiss to the tip before letting your hands rub his thick muscular thighs.

“Thanks for the snack,” you joke with a cocky grin, “Much better than concession stand nachos.”

“Hey now, there’s no need to rag on the nachos.”

“Okay, the chips themselves aren’t a problem. It’s that nasty liquid cheese they put on ‘em. Tastes like…I don’t even know.”

“Like American ingenuity,” he says sarcastically.

“Right. Well, I prefer your all-American jizz.”

He laughs. The smile on his face is so big and bright, it’s almost blinding. You can’t wait to snap a picture of that beautiful face so you can look at it every single time you need a pick-me-up.

“Lemme kiss you.”

You’re surprised by the innocence of his words. There’s so much adoration behind it, like he doesn’t feel like he’s earned the ability to share a kiss with you whenever he pleases. Ironic, considering the fact that you just let him nut in your mouth moments before.

Rising to your feet, you lean down to kiss him. There’s no doubt that he can taste himself on your lips and tongue but he doesn’t seem at all bothered. With his hands cupped over the sides of your neck, he kisses you slowly, gently. The reverence behind the movement of his mouth is something akin to a man of faith whispering prayer at the foot of his idol. And when he pulls back to gaze at you, you feel like you might melt under the warmth of his smile.

“Look, I don’t wanna ruin whatever we got goin’ on right now,” you say with a sheepish smile, “But I feel like we should move this someplace where your balls aren’t hanging over a public toilet.”

He looks down at his exposed genitals which are, like you pointed out, one forward lean away from dipping into recycled water. “You've got a point.”

Once he’s got his pants back on and the two of you manage to sneak out of the stall without being noticed together, you grab him by the hand and let him lead you back to his truck. Part of you is tempted to suggest you both hop in the back so you can ride him right then and there. But the part that’s actually incredibly sane and hyperaware of the fact that two men fucking at a public rodeo would not be received well wins out. So instead, the two of you climb into your respective seats while he turns the engine on.

“Whataya thinking?” He asks once the AC is blowing.

“I’m thinking…Take me back to your place and let’s keep this rodeo going.” You throw him a devilish smile. “Besides, I’ve been wondering what it’d be like to ride a cowboy.”

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[codyslipring-deactivated2015060]

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

[tumblgang]

She ain’t no games in real life so I take her serious all the time

Anyone with a name that starts with a “Z”, ends with an “i”, and isn’t some kind of Italian pasta, IS SERIOUS

I’m not climbing no mountain with a pig on my back, 🙅🏽🙅🏾🙅🏿 Negative.

[skuubasally]

Nope. I know better, have your reblog Madame Zeroni.

[luckytaters]

who the fuck is Madame Zeroni

[saudadesinfinitas-deactivated20]

Look at these stupid children who don’t know who Madame Zeroni is

[drayaintshit-deactivated2019030]

☝🏾😂

[callmedeku24]

Man lissen if you don’t know you better ask somebody AFTER you hit the reblog button

[emeraldmercury]

Idk who she is but I have an exam today so I’ll reblog her

[haiku-robot]

idk who she is but i have an exam today so i’ll reblog her

^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!

[jacobmick]

Because wise, I am.

[seymonecristina]

Oh fucks no she’s back lmao must reblog. I’m sorry guys

[silverslipstream]

Reblogging Madame Zeroni because I would hate for my great-great grandson to get hit in the head by running shoes

[evanquackley]

tidbit tuesday

tagged by @wee-fuckin-woo mwah 🤍

who is sick of pornstart tommy bc im certainly not lmao. this was suppose to be a small fic and has turned into a multi chapter beast of a thing. anyway!!! here is a teeny tiny snippet of the ending chapter and it has a callback to a previous snippet I’ve posted before.

np tags @bisexualbrainrots @beefcakekinard @aringofsalt @corporatebanana @sad-girl-hours23 and anyone else who wants to share!!

“What’s this?” Tommy asks as he walks into Buck’s bedroom. He throws his suit jacket on the back of the chair and moves to stand at the bottom of the bed; eyes travelling up Buck’s tanned body.

Buck has been waiting for this night all week, planning it down to the finest detail. Door unlocked, Tommy dressed in a suit after a night at a charity gala, Buck laying waiting in the tiniest underwear he could find; cock half hard and straining against the cotton.

He smirks at Tommy as he rolls his hips into his hand, gasping at the delicious friction against his cock. “You said you wanted to watch.” Buck replies simply. He nods towards the chair and Tommy chuckles.

“You want to put on a show for me baby?” He replies as he takes a seat, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt. His eyes are fixated on Buck, right where he is slowly jerking himself off through his underwear.

Quiet moans stream out of Buck’s mouth. “I just want to give you everything that you want.” He says breathlessly.

“Ev, you are my dream. You are everything I want .”

“Sap.”

[catchymemes]

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