.listen. its body worship. it will always be rylyse
also, its monsters, where ryan is a vamp, and elyse is a water fae called an alven.
Elyse came home, looking exhausted, and fell immediately into Ryan’s arms. She was alone, and Ryan had to wonder where James had gone. It was far more pressing that Elyse looked so distressed, though.
“Hey, there dear..” He rubbed her side, and she squeaked a little at the touch and the words. Ryan caught her chin, looking her over. “What’s wrong?” She bit her lip and looked down.
“Don’t feel good today.” She said quietly, her cheeks shimmering. Ryan petted her hair soothingly, cocking his head.
“Sick?” He asksed
“Mmmhm.” She shook her head, breaking away from his touch a little. Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly figuring out what’s wrong.
“Bad thoughts?” She hesitated before nodding, arms starting to shimmer and almost disappear.
“Oh, darling, c’mere..” He beckoned her into his arms more before scooping her up, bridal style. Elyse clung to his neck, nuzzling into him and making quiet noises. “I think I know just what you need.”
“And what’s that?” Elyse murmured, lashes fluttering as he carried her to the bedroom.
“To be absolutely worshiped so you know how untrue those bad thoughts are.” Ryan said, plain as day, kicking the door closed behind him. Elyse made another soft noise, skin shimmery as ever. Ryan chuckled, his fangs barely passing his lips as he set her down on the bed. “Get cozy, mm?” She scooted back, trying to seem comfortable in the middle of the big bed. Ryan was over her in a moment, not predatory like he sometimes liked to be, but caring and soft. He stroked his knuckles down her cheek, smiling at her and trying to get her to smile back. A small patch of her cheek shimmered out of existence.
Ryan bent down to kiss her softly, running a hand down her cheek and jaw, cupping the back of her head. He pulled back to breathe, their lips sticking as he did.
“You’re so beautiful..” He murmured, fingers tracing her jaw, and she looked down, lashes framing her cheeks beautifully.
“Don’t really feel like it today..” Elyse replied, and Ryan looked genuinely shocked.
“You’re beautiful every day.” Ryan affirmed, sliding down a little to slip his hands just below the hem of her tank top. “This ok?” She nodded and Ryan smiled, tracing along her hips. “You are absolutely gorgeous, darling… even if you don’t feel like it.”
“Even if I feel.. invisible?” Elyse asked shyly, and Ryan nodded.
“I’ll always notice you, no matter how invisible you feel, or are.” Ryan smiled, a little toothy, and Elyse blushed and sank down. Ryan pushed her shirt up, revealing her slim stomach, gentle curves, and the cute little stripe of constant shimmer down the very center of her stomach, just in line with her navel. “And I will always love you, no matter how bad you feel, or how much you wanna disappear.” Ryan slid down a bit, kissing her stomach softly. She gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth in surprise as Ryan kissed his way up her body, pushing the tank top over her head and tossing it to the floor. He pulled back with an almost shocking agility, the scent of her suddenly flooding him, and the desire to feed as well.
But that was for a later time. He would have to forget the sweetness of his love in lieu of loving her fully. Ryan licked over his fangs, trying to calm himself before drawing his hands down her side sweetly. “Love the bra.” It was a soft blue lacy piece, and Elyse shrugged with one shoulder.
“Trying to feel pretty this morning.” She mumbled, and Ryan cupped her side, thumb skirting the lace of the band.
“You’ve succeeded, then.” Ryan smiled widely, trying to prompt a smile from her, and got something small and unsure in return. It was something.
“I guess so..” She mumbled and Ryan dipped down to kiss her again, getting a small whine.
“You, and every part of you is gorgeous.” Ryan promised, and Elyse shimmered heavily. Ryan chuckled and slipped down to between her legs, and figured he might as well be honest with what he wanted.
“Baby... can I eat you out? Really show you how beautiful I think you are?” Elyse gasped, sitting up.
“You.. you really want to?” Ryan nodded and hooked his fingers in her waistband, as if that answered the question as well.
“More than anything, beautiful.” Elyse squirmed at the lovely name, and melted into the pillow.
“If you want..” Ryan simply nodded and popped the button on her jeans, quickly getting them off and discarding them to the side.
“Absolutely gorgeous..” She had a complimentary pair of panties on, a light blue polka dot silk, and Ryan drew his fingers over her hips and the gentle dip of them. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen...” Elyse squeaked softly and disappeared fully, “Rather, not seen.” Ryan chuckled, and Elyse shimmered back mostly with a giggle.
He sank down between her legs, pressing soft kisses to her covered folds, getting gasps from her that already sounded so good. “There we are, beautiful.” He let a little drawl slip into his voice, knowing how it washed over her. As much as he would have loved to stay there all evening, he didn’t want to be a tease. Wanted to be just what she needed and wanted. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down with little ceremony, only to look on her like she was his guiding light. He drew his fingers along her lips, spreading them a little and kissing at her thighs idly. “What a pretty girl you are..” Ryan dipped down and pressed a kiss to her folds, daring to stick his tongue out for a brief little flick.
“Ry-ryan..” She gasped out, hands going to his hair desperately, and he took that as a cue to continue. He started with just his lips and tongue, swirling, flicking, a perfect mix of pleasure and denial, taking his sweet sweet time. She shimmered in and out of view as he kept going, and she looked so beautiful, ethereal. Ryan was fully in love.
He eventually teased a finger in her, then another, making her squirm and make soft noises with a little come hither motion as he lapped gently at her. Ryan met her eyes every so often, blue eyes blown with pleasure, met by blue eyes blown with love. It was little effort then to get her to come around his fingers, shimmering until she was totally invisible for a brief second, and then as she came back to earth, she was visible once more.
“Ryan.. c’mere..” She made grabby hands for him once she was able to think and drew him into her arms. “Thank you..”
“For?”
“Helping me out.” She looked down, crossing her legs a bit. “Dunno. Guess I like that you notice when my brain isn’t feeling good even faster than James.”
Ryan shrugged, “Seems a lot more obvious to me, maybe.” She hummed thoughtfully.
Haywillemses (maybe Rylyse centric?) and 17 'I understand the whole sleep talking thing... (etc)' ???
*the gentle sound of a paddle breaking water as you and I row this ship alone*
Ryan is, regretfully, a light sleeper. Always has been, and it’s more than a little annoying. So when he ends up in a bed with not one, but two partners (and a dog!), he’s surprised he gets any sleep at all.
He’s far less surprised when he wakes up to Elyse murmuring.
“Get... get ‘way from th’ princess... He won’t go...” Ryan furrows his brow, smiling at the nonsensical words coming from his girlfriend’s mouth. “Can’t have him...” Ryan flips over to see her brow knit tightly, seeming very concentrated. He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to her forehead, trying to wake her up gently. “Gonna slay... dragon... ‘n save Ryan...”
“Hey, beautiful.” He whispers, trying not to wake James. Benson has already stirred at the noise, and he’s peeking over his back to look at Ryan. Ryan shrugs a little and Benson gets up, thinking it’s ok for him to bother Elyse because she’s moving a little. She gets a nose in the face, and then some well placed licks, and she’s awake and spluttering, telling Benson to go back to the foot of the bed. He stares at her, and does no such thing, instead greeting Ryan like it’s the morning and not 2:47 am. Which, Ryan supposes, is technically the morning, but not the right morning.
“I- Benson, stop licking me, I know where your tongue has been- I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.” Elyse scrubs her hands over her face, seeming embarrassed and muttering ‘it used to be James...’ Ryan barely holds back his smile, looking down at her as she flops her arms next to her body.
“I’ve had this dream for like, years. Since I was just dating James. I’m a badass knight saving... well, it’s you now... but my princess in distress. It’s stupid. James knows about it.”
“Am I wearing a dress?”
“What, like right now?” Ryan deflates, but forgives her because she has to be tired.
“In the dream.”
“Oh. Yeah.” She blushes, Ryan can tell that much in the low light of the bedroom.
“Do I look good?” He has to know what Elyse’s subconscious does with the image of him in a dress.
“Amazing. I think I take some liberties with your manscaping, but like, you look great. Why else would I want to save you?” She grins up at him, and he smiles right back, trailing a couple fingers down her cheek.
“I dunno, you love me?” Elyse squints, humming a little.
“No, I don’t think that’s it. I only save hot people in my dreams.” There’s a beat. “Oh my god no, Ryan, I love you so much I’m kidding.” Ryan has to not just bark out a laugh, holding it in by clamping a hand over his mouth.
“I figured as much, honey.” He kisses her so that he doesn’t laugh, and pulls her into his arms. “I love you too.” She hums a little as he buries his face in her chest. He kisses down her stomach a bit, making her giggle and bite her lip until he comes right back up to kiss her again.
“Sorry for waking you up.” He has his chin rested on her chest and she’s running her fingers through his hair.
“No problem, baby.” He mumbles back, already falling back asleep. She smiles at him one last time before his eyes slip back closed, and he’s asleep once more.
so you know That Creator Feel where you want something to exist and then you remember you have the power to bring it into the world?
well. i did that.
here’s some quick morning Rylyse loveliness for @theloveandthestuff
cause i can
Mornings with the Willemses were a particular favorite of Ryan’s. They were his favorite people in the world after all.
But aside from all that, it was simply nice to wake up squished between two people, sometimes with a dog at his feet depending, with nothing but the soft sun streaming in through the blinds to roust any of them. Nothing like waking up to that.
Which, coincidentally, was exactly what he was doing right now, cracking an eye open to see Elyse still cuddled up close to him, face buried in his bare chest. He could faintly hear the shower running and assumed that was why he was missing the familiar press of James at his back and decided he would just enjoy the moment he had been given. He didn’t want to wake Elyse up, sleeping so peacefully, but he couldn’t help but run his fingers through her hair and gently work through the tangles brought on by sleep.
She hummed a little and nuzzled closer, and Ryan knew he had woken her. He pressed a kiss to her forehead and rumbled out a soft “Mornin’, beautiful.” She made a noise close to a squeak and shrank down into the blankets a little more, and Ryan didn’t have to see her face to know she was blushing. She always did when he called her ‘beautiful’, something about it being something only Ryan called her and that making it special. He didn’t quite understand it, but he just loved the reaction it got out of her.
“Where you goin’, beautiful?” He chuckled a little and let a sleepy drawl slip into his voice as she shyly covered herself up more with the sheet. He went under with her, making her giggle lightly.
“Hiding from my boyfriend.” She smiled up at him, face washed in warm light from the sun streaming through the sheets.
“And why would you want to do that?” He ran a thumb over her bottom lip, taking his own between his teeth. God, she looked so perfect like this.
“Because he’s stupid, and I love him.”
“Well, that doesn’t make any sense at all, beautiful.” Her hand came up to cover her mouth and Ryan gently moved it away to kiss her. After the initial shock, her hand came to rest on his neck, cupping it gently and teasing her fingertips into his hair. He did the same, using his leverage to deepen the kiss and utterly consume himself with her kiss. They pulled back at the same time, totally breathless despite the relative calm of the kiss, and Ryan threw off the sheet to twist them and pull Elyse to his lap.
“Damn.”
“What?”
“You are so beautiful. I mean, really spectacular.”
“Ryaaaann…” She buried her face in his neck, shy as ever, and he just chuckled, thumbing over the waistband of her pajamas.
“I mean I every time I say it, you know that, right? I do think you’re beautiful.” She just nodded, kissing his neck softly and wrapping her arms around his torso. They both heard the abrupt stop of the running water and figured the quiet moment was over, because James didn’t often allow them to continue if he interrupted them, far too enthusiastic to not join in. Not that they minded him joining in.
Sure enough he came out in nothing but a towel, leaning down to give them both soft kisses and ‘good mornings’ and then, oddly, leaving them be, grabbing clothes and heading out to the kitchen to perhaps fix breakfast. They both watched him leave, shared a brief look and a shrug.
Ryan’s hand came up to cup her face, grinning as he did, “Hey, anything to spend more time with my favorite girl.” And she was giggling again, and Ryan was falling for her like he had so many times over, over her giggles and her humor and her kisses. Because he couldn’t just settle for falling in love once. That would be boring, and the Willemses were anything but boring.
