[rylndgrce]

. ⌒ 𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐓 — nineteen. trans ftm + he/they. in love with professor!ryland grace. bug enthusiast. mdni. courtland gentry enthusiast. colt seavers’ whimsical boyfriend. main writing blog @sunnlyfe.

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[rylndgrce]

oh no you are SO right about roughhousing being gender affirming thats 100% where my head was at too and wow. Phew. you know how ryan has That One Specific Soft Voice he talks in sometimes. you hear it a lot in lars and the real girl and ohhhh my days. oh my stars. oh my fuck. also we're naked now so i get bonus points "mm.., you take it so well, don't you?" driver purred, running his gloved thumb along your bottom lip as his spit trickles down your tongue. your arms ache and youre sure your thighs and back are bruised from the way hes been handling you. his free hand reaches out to grab the back of your thigh, pulling on it switching your position from a kneel to borderline laying down with the way he pushes you down to the floor with his body. "come on," he shoves you, softer than he had earlier. he wants to wrestle more. "fight me like a man."

marten (hard)

i know EXACTLY. what voice you’re taking about.

also i think i moaned reading that. clean up on isle my pants!!!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!! sorry it’s genuinely foreplay to the both of you. like you both lowkey get off on it, especially him when you’re rough back. sigh. masochist 4 masochist. if someone walked into the room they’d think you guys were genuinely fighting but it’s actually just the equivalent of grinding to you two.

HRGHHH sigh…… sigh….. driver save me….. save me driver…. driver please.

yall fuck freak nasty style after. he has you pinned to the mattress, one hand holding both of yours behind your back in a bruising grip while the other is busy pushing your head into his pillow and muffling all of the depraved sounds you’re making while he takes you from the back. he’s the king of prone bone. he might even pull your hair a little and talk about how nicely you’re taking him. and then add how prettty you look like this—bruised up and panting. he’ll occasionally yank your head up and say open, spitting in your mouth again.

but trust that afterwards he’s like the sweetest of sweetie pies. he’s taking SUCH good care of you !! your bruises are cleaned and given a kiss after, doesn’t even think about letting you take care of his until you suggest it. you guys basically lick each others wounds but you also have each other the wounds but yall do not gaf

[rylndgrce]

WOW WOW WOW HEY. HEY. HEY. I JUST READ UR PROF!RY DRABBLE. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD IM REGULAR IM SO REGULAR ABOUT HIM. PHEEEWW IS IT HOT IN HERE OR IS IT JUT THAT GUY............................ seriously oh my god you touched like every kink i could ever possibly have in the history of my life. i dont know if you meant this but i like the mild power imbalance who said that. and like. him being really smart. FUCK. i have a thing for smart people as you know. and old people. and. ryan gosling. as im sure you know. "show me what you know" "use that smart head of yours" "hold still, i skipped desert for this" WOWEE! *EYES POP OUT OF MY HEAD* *HEART VISIBLY BEATS OUT OF CHEST* BA BUM BA BUM BA BUM *PENIS EXPLODES* YEEEOOOOOWCH!!!!!!!!!!! haha just kidding but what if.....

marten again #hi

power imbalance is my shit it’s genuinely too good. like yum. need that want that especially with close and personal friend ryland grace. now pair that with a praise kink and and age and slutty glasses and boom the worlds your oyster.

i just have so many thoughts about him sigh. he’s perfect to me i adore him so much. that’s my man.

[rodentwithmanners]

oh no i slipped and sucked on your thumb all sloppy while looking up into your eyes and zoning out

[rylndgrce]

sigh thinking about this outfit specially on professor!ryland grace. requests are open if you wanna send thoughts in !!

mdni. afab!reader but no pronouns mentioned. professor x grad!student. the suit stays ON !! protected piv. i’m new to writing smut so please be gentle with me. 1.9k words.

Professor!Ryland Grace who decides to wine and dine you when summer break hits. You finished the year off with a near perfect score in his class and he thought you deserved a reward for all of your hard work. He tells you to dress nice, maybe even sends you some money to buy something to wear if you don’t have anything. (he loves the thought of you spending his money. He already takes care of you during class as your professor to make sure you’re doing your best, why not do it a little more outside the classroom too?)

but you’re so nervous because neither of you had done something like this before. All of your time together was spent in his office or when he invited you to his house to help go over lecture notes and “study” so when you assisted him in cleaning the lab room after class like you usually do and he asked if you were busy tomorrow night, you assumed it was for something less intimate. But then he tells you to dress nicely and says he’ll pick you up that evening you're not quite sure what to expect.

Suddenly you’re tearing apart your closet in search of something that qualifies as nice—what does he mean by nice? What color do you wear? What shoes to get?

But then he sends a couple hundred to your phone and a link to the restaurant he made a reservation at and it somehow soothes everything over a little. And you do use his money! You go to a shop that has exactly what you’re looking for, getting something that makes you look classy but also reveals just enough to tease a little, but publicly unacceptable. You spend hours getting ready, checking yourself over time and time again because Professor Grace is incredibly handsome and you’re anxious about looking good for him.

When he pulls out in front of your apartment in an unfamiliar car—you assume he’s probably renting it since the only wheels you’ve ever seen him on are the ones attached to his bicycle—in a black striped suit, slightly unbuttoned red shirt beneath it, you pause to fan yourself. He looks really fucking good. Part of you wonders if there’s enough time before your reservation to take him in the backseat of the car.

Yet all those thoughts melt away when he opens your car door, hand pressed against your back when he greets you. “Hi, sweetheart. You use my money on this? It’s gorgeous on you—you look gorgeous in it. No, wait, you’re gorgeous all the time.”

The feeling of his fingers tracing along the fabric of your outfit sends goosebumps across your skin. But you laugh when he cuts off his ramble by kissing your temple, something he’s only ever done when he was fucking you into the mattress and making you tell him about your previous research project.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Dr. Grace.”

“Ryland. Call me Ryland. Please.”

You can’t help the way you grin when he corrects you. He’s letting you call him Ryland. None of your peers call him that, you’ve only ever heard it from other professors when they talked during office hours or in the halls. “Ryland.” You amend, finally climbing into the car and letting him close the door for you.

He’s a complete gentleman the rest of the night. A little nervous, awkward quips coming from him while you eat and share a bottle of wine that sounds like it costs more than your monthly phone bill. You’ve never seen him like this. Shy, you mean. He is always so self-assured in the lecture rooms, especially when he lets some of his sass slip. It makes this feel incredibly intimate, like you’re special for being able to see this side of him. Like he’s trying to impress you even though he has a Phd and numerous published papers.

The night moves from the restaurant—where he paid the bill and gave you a look when you offered to split it—to his house. You’ve had sex before, many times actually, but this was different. You could feel it in the way he lets you press him against his front door, his hands gliding along your body like he’s trying to commit the shape of you to memory, kisses all slow and tender. It makes your heart hammer beneath your sternum. You can feel his matching the pace of yours beneath the palms you’re resting against his chest.

He guides you gently to his bedroom with sensual kisses. Letting his lips meet yours before slowly traveling along your jaw, his hand moving to cup your cheek so he can tilt your head to the side. He’s murmuring sweet things as he does it. All kinds of compliments that make an overly giddy smile bloom on your face.

He takes his time with you tonight. He undresses you and leaves kisses on each area of you he opens to himself. It’s an intense contradiction to your usual nights spent together. He’s worshipping you, and he looks good doing it. He hasn’t bothered to remove any article of his suit—much to your enjoyment—even when he has you sprawled on his mattress, bottoms gone and thighs pushed apart to make room for his face between them.

He lets his hands caress up and down your legs, his lips tracing where his fingers don’t reach. His glasses dangle from his ears in a way that is simultaneously attractive and amusing. You want to run your fingers through his hair that’s a little overgrown, something he stopped caring for so close to the end of semester. His kisses slowly trail down to your core in a way that has you almost whining from impatience. He must seem to notice because his tongue takes a long drag through your folds, pulling a quiet sound from you. He lets one hand travel down to rest on the spot where your hips meet your thighs, using it to keep your body in place when you try to squirm away. “No, baby, hold still. I skipped dessert for this.” The other one squeezes your other thigh like he’s trying to ground himself to you. He spends a long time there, slowly pulling more and more sounds from you, moaning into your slick when he feels you tug on his hair.

His lips glisten when he finally pulls away, his swiping along them in an attempt to catch the remains of your taste on his tongue as he stands. His hands move to his blazer but you stop him quickly, sitting up with a vigorous shake of your head. “No! Leave it on. Please. You look good. Really good. I like it.”

He laughs at you. Not in a mean way, the sound is laced with something incredibly sweet, like the whole idea of you liking the suit so much has him completely charmed. And it does.. He’s enamoured with you.

“I can wear it another time. It won’t be leaving my closet anytime soon.” His reasoning is sound, but the huff you let out tells him you don’t really care for a reasonable argument. And the idea makes him pulse. The ever present fact that you’re so attracted to him you want him to keep it on. “Is that it, then? You want me to fuck you like this?”

He leans closer to you as he says it, voice low as he plants his hands on your waist. You nod so quickly he wonders if you even heard what he said. “Yes.”

He guides you further back on his bed until you meet his headboard, where he gives you a kiss that lets you taste yourself on him. It’s sensual, his tongue sliding between your lips as he kneels in front of you, one of your legs trapped between his knees, using his headboard to keep him upright while he keeps your face pressed to his.

You’ve come to learn that you thoroughly enjoy his slightly overgrown hair. You lace the strands at the nape of his neck between your fingers, slightly pulling on them until he whimpers into your mouth. It’s like the sound alone breaks him from his trance, a pink tint blooming along his cheeks like he’s embarrassed to have made the sound at all.

You pout a little when he pulls away, but it’s immediately replaced after you hear him shuffle around in his dresser drawer. You don’t have a chance to peek at what he’s doing before a familiar packaged square is held by two of his fingers in front of your face. “Show me what you know.”

You nod and snatch it from his fingers. He laughs at you again, amused and a little (very) turned on by your excitement. He leans back just enough that he can undo his belt and unzip his slacks before your hands are on him. He almost moans when you guide his cock out of his underwear, his body tensing at the feeling of your hands on it before you roll the condom down his length.

Suddenly he’s the impatient one. He leans forward again, guiding you into your back, resting your head on his pillows until he’s laying over you. His hand clings to your hip as he starts kissing you senseless, swallowing down your moan when he pushes inside of you. Your hands grasp onto the back of his blazer.

You didn’t know someone could be so fucking hot—especially a man at least ten years your senior, wearing an all too appealing suit, pants and underwear undone just enough so he can fuck you in it.

“Fu—fudge, sweetheart. Always such a good listener for me. My best student,” he cuts himself off with a moan, grabbing ahold of your arm to press it against the mattress, hand sliding up until he can interlock his fingers with yours, holding your hand while he pounds into you with a new vigor. He uses his other forearm to hold himself up, resting it right beside your head. “God, you’re an angel. Perfect scores on all your work, always so helpful after class. Now look at you, taking me so well.”

“Dr. Grace!” You moan it loud when he hits a certain spot, his words sinking into your brain all nice and slow until his pace falters, slows down, and you huff. When you open your eyes, there’s less pressure from above you, your eyes barely managing to meet his piercing blue ones.

His glasses are askew, barely holding on when he speaks. “Nuh uh. What’d I tell you earlier, hm? Use that brain of yours and think back. You’ve always been good at remembering stuff for me.”

At first you’re confused. He’s said a lot of things earlier—Dr. Ryland Grace is a rambler. He talks and talks and talks, which you suppose is good for being a professor, but it’s less good now when you’re so drunk off of him.

“Wh—“ You speak, trying to blink away the fog before he rolls his hips into yours, slow and deep, like he’s trying to give you incentive.

“When I picked you up. What was it I told you?”

It’s a hint that you grab onto like a life line, because god you just want him to move, and you really, really try to think.

Ryland. Call me Ryland. Please.

“Ryland, please fuck me.”

“Good job.” He doesn’t give you another second to think before he resumes his prior pace, resting his weight back onto you with a sloppy kiss.

[rylndgrce]

oh my fucking god my brother just another me why are we just the same person. also PHEW.................driver..................driver please injure me...haha who said that,.......damn this wind today.........*extremely hard* like he knocks you around a little (sexually motivated) so your a bit bruised and sore and he kneels down to where your on the floor catching your breath and he tilts your head up and coaxes his thumb into your mouth to open it and then he spits in your mouth haha whattttttttttttttttttttttt. whatttt. who just put that there,. i swear i just got hacked did you see that. that literally wasnt me that sent the ask who sent the ask. what ask. literally what ask im not sending you an ask. youre insane to think ive typed anything at all actually. am i right guys Haha.

marten

fuuuuuck that’s genius. why didn’t i think of that. driver who actually loooooves smacking you around because you’re just so handsome like that—trying to catch your breath and dark colors blooming where only you two can see (he kisses them later) woah did you see that ?? i think someone also hacked me hmmmmm

driver who loves manhandling you. also is this a safe space to say this would be gender affirming. because i feel like guys are stereotypically rough with each other, they roughhouse all of the time, so driver being rough with you… smacking you….. throwing you onto the ground….. putting you in a headlock (#NEEDTHATSOBADOMG) like idk it’d be so affirming like yes rough me up and hit me and don’t be gentle with me at all. treat me like any other guy. oh wow it’s such a windy day on tumblr dot com. someone close the window.

ughhh but driver who is never EVVVVERRRR verbally mean to you.. he never has something cruel to say, he adores you, he loves you, he’d rather die than say anything mean to you. but he doesn’t mind the other stuff. he’ll actually compliment you after he spits in your mouth while holding it in such a strong grip that it hurts a little.

[rylndgrce]

marten you’re literally me. i see your ask and i WILL be expanding on that. especially driver i need that man carnally he could beat the fuck out of me and i’d probably moan and say thank you #whatdatmean

this is actually us. because that little part where you talk about ryland taking reader to his place to “relax” is similar to something i already had working up in my drafts. this is actually us

[rylndgrce]

trying to write like actually descriptive smut scenes is lowkey so rough idk what im doing #awkwardvirgin

[rylndgrce]

i’m not usually into to the idea of someone spitting in my mouth. but if courtland gentry wanted to put his thumb between my lips so he could hold it open, spit on my tongue, and then force me to swallow it by covering my mouth with his palm. i wouldn’t mind.

[rylndgrce]

your prof!ry thoughts..................OUUUJGMGHGHHHH BONER ALERT ITS ALL OVER THE SCREEN.......... and sweet mother of pearl the coltpost. that man needs his nipples PIERCED. shakespeare🫵found alive and well hornyposting about rygos characters on tumblr.com. you asked for more prof!ry so i shall provide *swoops down from being perched on a tall branch of a tree* dr. grace that always looks out for your raised hand during lectures. youre sure that youre the only student who actually gives a shit about participating, especially this far into the semester. so when you have absolutely no input one day, he notices. he doesnt know its because your testosterone injections have been a pain in the ass (im pre-t so excuse me if i fuck this up) and you were just a bitttt too horny to think straight that day, let alone look him in the eye and comment on the structure of endospores. but oh does He Notice. - marten nonnie #mymarten Whoooooouhh boy i need this man carnally i hope you see the potential in this

this is genuinely me whenever i think about prof!ry

AND YES i love colt, he 100% has his nipples pierced and he LOVES them!!!!!! he feels 10x sexier with them!!!!! he will purposely go out in a tank top so tight people see them!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m salivating at the thought. maybe i can also tie in ftm!reader into that thought too…. reader who’s like “hey what if i got tattoos over my top surgery scars?“ and he lowkey just gets hard thinking about the tattoos paired with your piercings #whatwhosaidthat

i’m also pre-t but yesssss! you’re his star student, he adores being able to call on you during class and he has to be very very mindful to not show favoritism unless he wants people to catch on, so when you don’t raise your hand of COURSE he notices!!

he’s all concerned at first, part of him wonders if something happened—maybe other classes have you overwhelmed or you’re not understanding what’s being said in class and you’re too embarrassed to ask.

but then he sees you all scattered brained, your eyes moving to him and then any sign of you listening to what he’s saying is just gone. bonus points if during this time the classroom is a little warm, it’s getting closer to summer break, so he isn’t wearing his blazer… tight dress shirt and the tie he keeps fiddling with as he talks…..

and you’re just?!! wow!!!! because even for a teacher he has such nice arms, his biceps visible from now the sleeves hug them, and you’re just lowkey fucking him in your mind and trying really hard not to squirm in your chair. you’re so lost you don’t even realize class is over until dr. grace is leaning against the table across from yours, arms crossed, and staring because he’s been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes.

you’re all embarassed and mumbling apologies to him, but he’s just shushing you, “no, sweetheart, it’s okay. what’s going on in that handsome head of yours?” and the way he says it makes you groan and he’s a little worried but then you explain that you’re trying really hard not to jump his bones rn and it’s all thanks to your stupid t-shots and you’re so so sorry for getting distracted but he’s lowkey just giggling and kicking his feet on the inside because you were TURNED ON and he DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYTHING

[rylndgrce]

colt seavers with reader who has their nipples pierced.

he fucking looooooves your piercings, especially when you’re wearing a top tight enough that he can see the outline of them beneath the fabric. and he loves dragging his tongue over them and feeling the metal against his tongue. he loves them so much that he starts contemplating getting some…. he loves them on you so much and thinks you look sexy with them and he wants to look sexy too (you already think he does, you tell him all the time)

sighhhh thinking about colt getting his nipples pierced. colt who doesn’t even get nervous at the appointment. colt who has you hold his hand after the first one is pierced and is literally squeezing your hand like his life depends on it during the 2nd one. colt who pouts about having to put off sex because anytime they’re touched even a little bit he has to pause everything he’s doing because it hurts

[rylndgrce]

LMAO I WAS SO SCARED I DIDNT KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUU GLAD UR BACK psst you still owe me a ftm reader with prof!ry....../hj i was super vague with my last ask but i think i would genuinely kill for ryland to call me handsome do with this what you will love, marten anon

MARTEN ANON YOU FOUNF MEEEEEE!!! hi yes i was also so scared, after i deleted it i was like “…wait a minute.” and then started tweaking. also yes i will try to get smth out for prof!grace with ftm!reader because yummy yum yum. i also need him to call me handsome.

he will do it in both the most causal setting and in the more intimate ones. like he’ll be walking around during your lab, helping when students need it, and when you ask him to check over your work he’ll put one hand on the back of your chair and use the other to support his weight on the table when he leans into your space. his hand will move to your shoulder to give it a little squeeze when he says it looks good, but he lets his voice lower just enough for only you to hear and whispers, “good work, handsome.”

and other times he’ll have you kneeling underneath the desk in his office, your lips wrapped him, and all he can think about is how fucking handsome you are like this. and he makes sure to say as much, voice wavering between a quiet whimper and a deep moan that he’s trying to very hard to smother. he gets bonus points if he calls you a good boy while you do it, praising you for how good you’re taking him down your throat and for being so fucking smart.

UGHHHH I NEED HIM BAD

[ken-dom]

imagine asking six to choke u with his bicep during backshots,,,,, and he holds u so very tenderly and gentle euauauaugshhdhs im just a sucker for soft six 😞

His arm slipping slowly around your shoulder first because he can't bring himself to hurt you, and choking sounds like a dangerous game. His arms are big, thick and strong, your precious throat is no match for them. He can't do it.

He's rolling his hips slow and careful, so instead he compromises with fucking into you a little harder, a little faster while he holds you so close and careful.

You don't even care, it's enough just to know he cares about you that way, and his cock stretching you so full feels just right. You bring a hand up to hold his arm, whispering 'It's okay, that feels so good, don't stop,' and your gentle encouragement it so unexpected and sweet he cums on the spot.

[rylndgrce]

writing rules

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i write try to keep a lot of my works gender neutral! it will always be stated otherwise if it’s not written that way (i.e ftm!reader or afab!reader)

this blog will not write content under the following:

- incest/stepcest/fauxcest

- ddlg

- rape/noncon

- scat/watersports

- pregnancy

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[rylndgrce]

blog guidelines

this blog is strictly for smut/suggestive content writing! requests are more than welcome at any time, just note that sometimes it can take a while to write them. if you are looking for more sfw works, i also write on @sunnlyfe !! i’m more active on there, anyway.

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[rylndgrce]

masterlist

ryland grace

- prof!ryland w/ ftm!grad!reader thoughts

- restaurant date turned sensual sex w/ prof!ry

colt seavers

- colt & nipple piercings

courtland gentry

- none

ken

- none

holland march

- none

driver

- roughhousing w/ ftm!reader. two.

[rylndgrce]

yall i was trying to delete this other side blog i had and. accidentally deleted my other one with this username 😭