Ryland Grace headcanons// NSFW mdni// mostly movie hc but I have read the book <3// I’m working on some longer stuff for him but those are fighting me rn so here’s this <33// want more? my inbox is always open!//
Cw/ nsfw content duh/ established relationship/ fem reader/ nerd dork touch starved Ryland/ oral fem recieving/ making out/ handjobs etc/ lmk if I missed anyting/ yeah I wanna fuck the scientist but you do too so don’t look at me like that/
You knew when you started dating Ryland that he was touch starved but nothing could’ve prepared you for how bad it actually was. He’s so sensitive everywhere. Even when you mean your touches in a purely non-sexual/romantic way he can’t help but melt into them. His neck, his arms, his back, all of it makes him twitch, and it only gets more profound when you’re having sex. God forbid you tug at his hair even a little bit and he’ll be whining into your neck or your mouth (or your cunt) uncontrollably.
Speaking of, he’s a Munch. Gets arguably more pleasure out of eating you out than he does when he fucks you because of how much you love it. And he’s good at it, too. Figured out exactly what you like and how you like it so he can give you a mind melding orgasm every time (or multiple times). Definitely definitely the type to tell you when he’s had enough of you, “just one more for me, please sweetheart. I know you can do it for me.”
(And his NOSEEE. His perfect, pointed nose is something he learns early on drives you crazyyy. Your legs over his shoulders while he’s eating you out and his pushing his beautiful nose into your clit over and over again with his tongue inside you makes you want to scream. He’s never been happier than when he realized your comments about his nose were not some elaborate joke about him and you were completely serious. I think I could write a whole seperate thing about Ryland's nose tbh)
LOVES a makeout session, anytime, anywhere. (This is me projecting onto him deal with it) any obstacle he has to overcome in life, big or small he tries to fix with a makeout. You had to miss a lunch date with him because of work? He’s making out with you as soon as you get home that day. He had to sit through a terrible staff meeting today? The second he sees you next he’s pulling you onto his lap, kissing you through a rant about how stupid the school board decisions are recently. You’re going out for a girls night instead on spending your joint day off with him? Mandatory 45 minute makeout with him before you start getting ready and potentially a secondary one once you’re dressed if he can catch you before you’ve done your lipstick. He doesn’t even care if it leads to sex afterwards, in a perfect world he gets to have his tongue inside your mouth basically at all times.
Ugh such a whiner you know it. If your hands are on him in any possible way he's whining and begging for more and he doesn't care who hears it. Has a very specific love for handjobs he discovered only after beginning to date you because of what you do and he actually gets pathetic with it if he's in the right state of mind. Fully blissed out head on your shoulder while you're jerking him off and he's whining into your neck, babbling on and on about how good you make him feel and how much he loves you.
(Making out with Ryland Grace YAY)// from this ask// sfw??? (its only making out but Ryland is like basically naked so idk probably mdni// OP has read the book and seen the movie but I don't know if either of those characteriztions fit into whatever this is// just have fun with it okay// OP was slightly intoxicated while she wrote this I cannot promise anything of quality// I wanna make out with the scientist but so do you so dont look at me like that
cw/ um making out a lot/ 2.2k words/ established relationship/ fem reader/ Ryland is the top and the bottom here somehow/ they don't actually fuck its just kissing/ Ryland is only wearing underwear/ Ryland just needs a kiss after a long day/ hes a little submissive... just how I like him (who said that ??)
It had been a bad day. Well, not for you it hadn’t. Your day had actually been completely average. Answering emails, a couple cold calls to some people who hadn’t been responding to your emails, etc. But you knew Ryland must’ve had something go wrong with the way he wasn’t responding to your texts. Most of the time he responds to you in between classes or at lunch at the very latest, but you had heard nothing from him all day, even when you asked what you should pick up for dinner. Since he hadn’t responded you went to the grocery store, grabbing odds and ends to make into a quick pasta sauce. Carb-heavy meals always made him feel better, and you had no idea what you were going to come home to.
You unlock the door to your apartment with two bags of groceries in your non-dominant hand, and enter to hear the shower running. You know you’ll need to have a conversation about his day, but you figure a conversation over dinner will probably be more pleasant. About five minutes into this endeavour though, Ryland comes out of the shower.
It’s one of your favorite looks on him. His hair still damp and falling into his eyes, his skin pink from the steam. It of course helped that he didn’t care for things like wearing a shirt… or pants. Which is the state he arrives in the kitchen in, as you’re filling a pot with water to boil, rubbing the excess moisture from his hair with a towel in only a pair of briefs.
“Hey sweetheart, glad you’re home.” He sounds tired, even if the shower washed some of the stress off him. You turn the faucet off as he leans in to kiss you, body still radiating heat. The kiss is brief, more so than usual, but you still smile as he pulls away.
“You’re so warm,” you mumble, setting the now heavy pot onto the counter so you can pull Ryland into a hug. You’re still in your work clothes and honestly in need of a shower of your own, but you know he won’t mind. And as always, he absolutely melts into you, resting as much of his weight on you as he can without pushing you over. He smells of body wash and conditioner and that scent that’s just him, and it makes you fall for him all over again. You run your fingers through his damp hair and scratch lightly at his scalp in the way you know he likes, his arms squeezing you tightly around his waist. He pushes his face into your neck, breathing you in.
“Fuck, baby. I missed you so much today.” You hardly ever hear your boyfriend swear, and it would make you chuckle if he didn’t sound so serious. Before you can ask what went wrong though, you’re being picked up by the waist. You yelp unhappily at the sensation, but he doesn’t put you down. Instead, he starts walking out of the kitchen.
“Hey! I was in the middle of something over there,” you cry, but now he’s sitting down in his desk chair, situating you on his lap.”Ryland, what are you doing?” You ask, exasperated, but he’s only smiling in response. You’d bet money it was the first time he had smiled all day.
He finally releases you from his grasp, but it's clear to you that if you tried to move he would stop you. He’s got you straddling him in the leather chair he grades assignments in, fully clothed while he was almost entirely naked. He gives you another boyish smile, hands going to grope your thighs. “Making my day better,” he says, as if that answers anything. You don’t have the chance to ask anymore questions though, because his mouth is on yours again.
You’ve known since your third date with Ryland that he was a very good kisser. But he is first and foremost, a gentleman. He asked you over and over again if you were okay with what was happening, as if you hadn’t been imagining it since the second you met him. Right now, however, he would’ve had you fooled. His go-to strategy of short, chaste kisses that gradually tapered into his tongue behind your teeth was apparently too time consuming for whatever emotions he was having. This manifests in him almost immediately biting down on your bottom lip to get you to gasp into his mouth. Once he succeeds in this, he kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in months. He moans into your mouth relentlessly, chest already heaving as he breathes frantically through his nose. His hands roam up and down your body like he’s starving for it, fingers grazing the bottom hem of your shirt to feel your skin. You had never felt so breathless before, and your hands on Ryland’s bare chest betrayed his pulse was erratic under your palms. Although this was slightly out of character for your boyfriend, you figured he probably did really need it, so you let him have his way with you… until you literally did need to come up for air.
Your hands on his shoulders now you push him back, turning your mouth away from his to catch your breath. He relents after realizing what it is you’re doing (he’s still a gentleman, after all), but his face immediately falls into a pout. “Why’d you stop?” he asks, disappointment obvious in his tone. Your hands find their way back into his hair to console him. His lips are swollen and slick with saliva, his head leaning back into your touch. You ponder idly on how you got so lucky with him before realizing he actually wanted an answer to your question. You huff in amusement,
“Lack of oxygen, Ryland. And maybe while we’re here you can tell me what the hell happened today that’s got you acting like this?” You raise an eyebrow at him accusingly, but he doesn’t take the bait. One of your hands falls from his hair, pressing back against his chest so you can feel his heartbeat start to even out.
“Is it not enough that your boyfriend wants to make out with you right out of the shower?” He’s pouting again, words coming out in a sigh. He knows you’re not going to complain about his appearance right now, and he’s using it to his advantage. But you don’t want to give in just yet. You know there has to be something more than this.
“Ryland,” you can’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation is, “I’m still in my work clothes. Why don’t we go eat-” he cuts you off, grinning,
“Wonderful observation, sweetheart. You are wearing too many clothes, it's not fair.” And his hands are quickly back under your shirt, tugging it gently over your head and dropping it onto the floor. You frown at him, how unlike himself he’s acting. His hands find your hips, and you can tell he’s very pointedly not trying to take off your bra, even though you know he could do it one handed. Finally, he concedes, rubbing a hand dramatically down his face,
“I’m fine, I promise. I had a bad day at work, and I left my phone here so I couldn’t even talk to you and I was very upset about it, okay?” He’s fidgeting as he talks, thumbs rubbing circles into your hip bones, and you’ve never found him more endearing. “But you came home and you look so pretty and the only thing that’ll make me feel better right now is if you let me continue what we were doing earlier. That’s all I want, please.” He looks defeated as he finishes, like his desire is embarrassing to him. But you think you’re getting it now. You know you’re going to have to take a little bit of control. You’re playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck in a way that he’s told you drives him crazy. His eyes flutter shut momentarily at the sensation and you peer down at him, so so smitten.
“Does this mean you were at work all day thinking about kissing me?” His eyes snap open in apparent shock at the question, but his dilated pupils give away his feelings. His ears are now pink with bashfulness, and he nods.
“Yeah- I was. You don't understand what you do to me, baby. I don’t go a single day without thinking about kissing you… if I’m being honest.” He trails off at the end, mumbling the rest of the sentence. His blush has spread to his cheeks, and you want to swallow him whole with how he looks. Which… means you're on about the same page now. His hands are still on your hips, gently massaging them above the waistline of your pants. The hand not still in his hair circles his bicep, and you grin at him.
“Well thank you for that perfectly romantic confession, but does this mean you want my pants off too?” His eyes flick downward, but he shakes his head.
“No, you’d have to get up to do that. I just want to kiss you again, if I’m allowed.” You lean in, but stop just short of his mouth, pressing your foreheads together.
“Now you’re asking for permission? You didn’t do that earlier.” You want to keep teasing him, but he moans pathetically at how close you are, how he can feel your breath on his lips.
“Please, I’m begging.” You finally give in.
His mouth is immediately open, unabashedly sucking on your bottom lip to get you to make noise. Your hands are tugging at his hair now, and his whining into your mouth gives you an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Whatever romantic air he had about him just a second ago has completely vanished as he licks into your mouth like a starved man again. You push him fully back into the chair, feeling his length through the black briefs he was wearing. You drag a hand down his chest, intending on helping him with his quickly growing problem, but he catches your wrist in his strong grip, still kissing you.
“Absolutey not.” He grunts out in between your mouths. You whine in confusion, but move your hand upwards so he’ll release your wrist. He doesn’t and instead guides your hand under his chin, urging you to cup his face in your hands. You obey, immediately being rewarded as he sinks into your touch.
You gently pull away from his mouth, moving to kiss all over his face. He soaks up the attention like a puppy being doted on, the stress finally fully leaving his pretty features. You mumble praises to him in between kisses,
“You just needed some attention, huh? So much drama when I got home when all you needed to say was you wanted a kiss.” He protests in the form of a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat, but you shush him. “I know, I know. It’s my fault for not catching on sooner, baby. You’re doing so well, holding on for so long while you were explaining it to me.” You move further down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his throat. His flushed skin shivers under your delicate touch. Your hands move up and down his shoulders, trying to get his posture to fully relax. “You sure you don’t want me to help you out, baby?” With the way he was reacting to your touch you thought he was going to agree, but he was apparently very against this. He blinks rapidly, obviously trying to regain focus.
“N-no. Not yet,” he whines, pulling you back up to his mouth. You give in, but only in the form of short, closed-mouth kisses, trying to slow him down.
“What do you want, Ryland?” Your tone borders on condescending but you know it’s what he needs, lashes still fluttering while he tries to focus on you. Your hands move feather-light up and down his toned arms. “You just wanna make out for what- the rest of the night?” That finally gets him to answer,
“Yes.” He swallows hard as he nods, his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat with the motion. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.” You nod pensively, like you’re weighing the pros and cons. You can still feel his desire in between your legs.
“Can we eat dinner first?” Your tone has gone from condescending to formal, exactly how you talk at the office. You start tracing the lines of muscle on his stomach, and he honest to god whimpers. He shakes his head,
“No. That- it’ll take too long.“ He looks up at you with all the awe of someone who believed you must’ve put the stars in the sky. You had him in the palm of your hand.
“Fair point. Can we move to our bed at least? These pants are pretty uncomfortable, and if you carry me like you did earlier I can kiss you while you walk.” His eyes widen, and before you know it you’re being carried quickly out of the room.
You have to get him to re-buy your groceries the next day because he never gave you the chance to refrigerate them.
Ryland Grace headcanons// sfw// inspired by the movie but a lot of the characters points are from the book since i've read it multiple times
cw/ just a lot of fluff/ i need him bad/ established relationship/ fem reader/ mentions of crying (not angst!)/ mentions of kissing+skinship/ lmk if i missed anything/ am probably going to do a nsfw version soon bc... ahem
he doesnt have a jealous bone in his body, not really. he can just get... overprotective. he wants you close All The Time. whether hes grading tests or projects or watching you cook dinner in your shared apartment (the only thing he ever makes for himself is ramen noodles), he needs you near him. hes in the bathroom brushing his teeth while youre showering because he doesnt want to lay in your bed without you, even for five minutes.
hes a deep sleeper. and a long one, too. whenever you two share a day off you have to bribe him out of bed with coffee and pancakes, because if it was up to him, hed rather spend the whole day in bed with you. hes also Always falling asleep with his glasses on. he goes through pairs of them so often youve started keeping a spare in the apartment, along with an always-updated copy of his prescription for when he inevitably loses the spare set too.
the epitome of golden retriever boyfriend, theres no denying it. all he ever wants is for you to run your hands through his hair and tell him hes doing a good job, no matter what it is hes actually doing. Needs reassurance from you whenever youre willing to give it to him, which is always, of course. cycles constantly through having lots of energy to none at all (hence the sleeping in).
we all know hes a cryer. hes crying at anything and everything even a little bit emotional. he always tells you its the price you have to pay for having an emotionally intelligent boyfriend, hes gonna be emotional. more than once hes handed you a tear-stained book and asked if you could read him the ending, because the words are too blurry for him to do it himself.
hes a Huge believer in goodbye kisses. if you two are going to spend any time apart at all, he needs a kiss goodbye. usually this isnt a problem, with his teaching job starting so early in the morning hes almost always out the door before you, and in charge of the goodbye kiss. but theres been a few times where you left before him and decided not to wake him in your rush to get out the door. not only do you get a very pathetic text about it whenever he does wake up, he wrestles you directly into bed the second you get home, complaining about how lonely he felt all day without your kisses.
the least organized person you know by far. his desk is the one place that doesnt get organized in the apartment, at his request, and its constantly strewn with gradebook binders and alternate test question forms for his different classes. you have no idea how he can stand working with his space like that, but he always tells you just because his papers arent in neat stacks doesnt mean he doesnt know where they are.
absolutelty Hates when you use titles on him. all he hears all day from students and colleagues is 'Goodmorning Mr. Grace!' and 'How are you doing today Doctor Grace?'. after hearing it for hours on end at work he cant stand it coming out of your mouth. he doesnt even like when you call him grace, since there are so many pet names he prefers. the only thing he lets slide is his contact name in your phone, which changed from 'Dr. Grace' to 'My Grace <33' in between you two being friends and dating.
Rereading project Hail Mary is like. I know who you are Ryland Grace. I know you’ll consider yourself a coward a couple hundred pages from now. I know you’re scared Ryland. I know you’ll do it anyway. I know you’ll be brave, because you don’t know that you aren’t supposed to be that yet. I know you’re scared Ryland. I know you’ll succeed anyway. So basically you’re stratt. Except you know from the beginning what’s going to happen to him. You don’t even have the luxury of believing it’ll be someone else, even for a little while.
