OH MY GOD OH MY GOD PLEAS....................PLEAE......................................................FAVORITE MENTIONED................COMFORT MENTIONED............................................................PROFESSOR RYLAND MENTIONED...............................................BONER ALERT.........................................................
MARTIEEEEEE hello angel i am peeking into your inbox bc i miss you and wanna check in !!!!!
i just finished drive, like i filled watched it. UGHHHH driver….. driver i love you….. i won’t say too much bc i remember you said you never fully watched it bc you got jealous of irene but it’s very good i got a wee bit emotional. driver is just so so soft spoken and i want to give him a little kiss and have Silent Time with him. like i can just rest my feet in his lap and read a book and it would be perfect.
ALSOOOOOO i got my first paycheck #winning. also also im reading phm i have the book. i get more insights in the beautiful mind that is ryland grace and im very excited. i’ve been reading it on my breaks at work!!!!
but hi this isn’t a request i’m just speaking out loud to you in your inbox. i hope you’re doing well!!!!!!! mwah mwah!!!!!!!!
- auggie
OH MY GOD first of all hello i know we havent talked in like. maybe a week ive been absolutely SWAMPED im so sorry. lowkey lost a lot of motivation because i was preparing for artfight and then i decided to. not do artfight. but im still lowkey highkey burnt out from it *sweats*
im sure ill get around to actually watching drive but you know how i am LMAO. CONGRATS ON YOUR FIRST PAYCHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOU!!!!!!!!!! im really excited that youre reading phm its my favorite book :) youll love it. thank you for checking on me dear
you are super cool but also a little intimidating☹️
I will give you a thought
Imagine stealing Prof!Ryland's boxers after you sleep together and he doesn't know. For the life of him cannot find this specific pair that's nerdy and stupid. Sad that he has to get a new pair. Until he's undresseimg you and then pulls your pants or whatever down and then sees hHIS fucking boxers
Then finds out you've gone to class with them on before. He doesn't know what to do with any of that information but he sure as hell finds it hot
Anyway no idea if this is coherent so sorry if it's not
NOOO im sorry im intimidating, pretty please know i love getting asks and interactions from people. they always make my day!! thank you for this thought it’s genuinely heaven.
you honestly didn’t really think twice about snatching pair. your underwear was ruined—dr. grace got a little too excited and tore them, he’s only slightly embarrassed—so it’s well within your right to take a pair of his boxers. especially his ones that are so stupid they make you smile.
but after that, he has been searching for that specific pair for DAYS!! when he didn’t see them in his dresser, he thinks maybe they’re in his laundry basket. after he does laundry and realizes that aren’t there while folding them, he makes sure his dryer didn’t eat them. when he notices they didn’t he’s a little annoyed.
how does someone loser a pair of boxers?
he finds them on your later that week. you initially came over so he could look over your paper on microbial denitrification, it’s no surprise it leads to him kissing you sloppy while carefully pushing you towards his bedroom. that’s his fault too. he’d been leaning over your shoulder, his voice in your ear while he points out things to correct, occasional murmurs of quiet praise that go straight through you. him placing his hand on the back of your neck was the cherry on top.
there’s no shame in the way he reached to undress you. in the steamy stumble from his kitchen table to his unlit bedroom you managed to tug his sweater off. he’s wearing an unfairly tight shirt that reminds you that you came here wearing his boxers—they almost match.
after he finally has your pants tugged off, he freezes completely. his hands linger near your hips, thumb absentmindedly brushing the waistline of his boxers. the ones he’s been searching for the past few days that you’ve apparently had this whole time.
he wants to be annoyed with you, but the sight of you in his underwear does something to him. “how long have you had this, huh?”
“since last time I was here,” you start, trailing your fingertips up his arms, amused by the goosebumps that bloom beneath them. “i’ve been wearing them all day.”
today was one of the days you had a lecture with him. the entire class—the entire day—you’d been wearing his boxers. his body works quicker than his mind does, his hand sliding down your hip to brush his fingers over your clothed folds. the cotton fabric is damp from your growing wetness. the sound you let out at his touch, however brief it was, makes him twitch in his jeans.
he should be embarrassed that he’s so turned on simply by you wearing his boxers. he can’t bring himself to be, not even when he’s pushing you into his mattress and flicking on his bedside lamp. the orange lighting quickly gives him a proper look of you and the damp patch he touched just moments before.
he spends a long time working you with his fingers without ever having to take them off. he wants to make sure you come in his boxers before you come on his cock.
oh my god im jerkin it twitchy style to this PHEW phew. phew. Hi. #hey. i volunteer as tribute btw. to be y/n. puts my blonde hair into a messy bun. i volunteer.
IM SO SORRY REGARDING MY SILENCE I PROMISE IM WORKING ON TWO FICS FROM YOUR REQUESTS IVE JUST BEEN SUPER BUSY.........................FORGIVE ME.........................................
psst *whispers in your ear*......... ryland x ftm!reader age gap.......... anything at this point i just need him so bad........ maybe like.........................overstimulated reader...............................................sweats......
martie
MARTIE BABY NOOOO DONT VE SORRY ITS OKAY!! i get it! im lowkey about it be super busy too im ngl, im dreading it but also im excited because i will have something to do and i will feel less useless #whatdatmean BUT YOU HAVE NKTHING TO SEEK FORGIVENESS FOR I PROMMY!!!! take all of the time you need
also yes….. i see the vision…… lowkey ive been so invested in the idea if sensory depravation. sigh. tied up and blindfolded. sigh. maybe even some headphones on that’s playing deftones #self-indulgent #ilydeftones #thatspeaksexmusic. or even just noise cancelling with nothing playing. literally can’t do anything and can’t see and can’t hear and his touch feels so much more prominent. it leaves goosebumps. you’re all squirmy and can’t even hear the way he laughs at you. he spends hours with you like that, surprising you with random kisses and touches. the way you react when he slides his fingers over your core through underwear is so much stronger than it usually is. really takes his time with you because he knows exactly how to take care of a younger, very handsome guy with his additional years of experience compared to you.
for me its queens of the stone age and foo fighters. oh my godddddd qotsa i need qotsa. i shake like an extremely old and seizure prone chihuahua at the slightest mention of queens of the stone age. blindfolded and handcuffed listening to Sicily (the sex song lmao) by qotsa while ryland does whatever tf he wants with me Phewwwwww. is it hot in here.
i think ryland would listen to rock. like foo fighters. definitely qotsa too #projecting
contents :: professor x grad!student. no pronouns mentioned but reader is afab & is mentioned to wear lace panties. ryland takes said panties #pantythief. small refernece to this fic but you don’t have to read it to understand what’s happening. some domesticity and mentions of a foot massage but it’s not sexual. new girl mention bc im watching it rn. angst if you squint. clothed grinding. maybe ooc ryland. this fic is lowkey a flop, im so cringe at writing smut. most likely some anatomy inaccuracies because i am very sleepy as i write this. this one is for my martie baby @thisroomboring 1.4k words
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Ryland had been in your apartment for a total of an hour until he had your hips pinned to the mattress. The warmth of your bedroom feels distant and too much all at once. Your skin has a sheen of sweat that begins to sink into your sheets.
It was pre-determined that you’d have to wash them later, but the reminder is clearer in your head now.
A breathy moan is rung from your throat as Ryland licks through your sensitive folds. He’s been down there for what feels like hours—kneeled at the foot of your bed, one hand pressing on your pelvis to steady your twitching body still while the other grips the upper part of your thigh, fingers twisted into the soft lace of your panties.
You can feel his facial hair rubbing against your skin in a way that’s bound to leave a more pleasant version of carpet burn.
This isn’t a completely unfamiliar position. Your professor often finds himself pressing his face between your legs. He’d whisper about it being his favorite place in the world in a way that felt entirely truthful. Whenever you brought it up he’d get this shy tint of red on his face and pretends like he didn’t know what you were talking about.
He just continues to prove how honest he was when he said it.
It’s never happened here, in your apartment—he’s been here a total of once, on a night you’d gotten a little too drunk and forgotten by your friends. Him having you in such an intimate position in such a vulnerable place made each hot press of his tongue against you stronger.
When he replaces his tongue with his thumb, lightly brushing the pad against your clit, the pleasure it causes makes you blank. You twitch so hard it makes Ryland chuckle, the sound deep and breathless. When he pulls away you’re unsure if the cry is from relief or missing him.
“I can’t get what I want out of you if you keep moving, angel,” his words are thickly sweet but entirely lustful. He shifts, deciding to pull your panties fully off before wrapping his toned arm around your leg, laying his other arm fully across your hips. “Let me work.”
His mouth returns to you with a new sense of passion—one that makes him groan into your folds when you moan his name, the sound wet and choked. Before he was slow, savoring you like he’d never get a taste of you again. Now he’s drinking you up like you’re a fountain of youth, and he’s a greedy mortal who found you after years of searching.
When he pushes you over the edge, you swear you’re on cloud nine. He takes you through it, not letting up until he feels your trembling hand push at his head. You barely manage to catch a glimpse of his face as his tongue darts out from his lips, licking the remaints of you off them.
Ryland quickly climbs over you, hands starting at your hips before he glides them up your slick skin until it reaches the fabric of your shirt that’s bunched around your ribs. He pulls the fabric down and presses a kiss to your cheek. “Shower?”
You don’t process his question at first, your response breathless and endearingly late. “I need to wash my bedding.”
“Let me.”
You laugh, turning to face where he’s laying beside you. You ignore how warm his gaze makes you. “You don’t know where the laundry machines are in my apartment.”
“I can find them.”
“You also don’t know where my laundry detergent is.”
“You have little faith in my detective skills. I put Sherlock to shame.”
You roll your eyes as you sit up, your heart calmer than it was. “I would need the entire student body to count the number of times you’ve lost your glasses.”
Ryland is unaware that a big reason he can never find them is because you’ve hidden them. You like seeing the frustration on his features when he can’t figure out where he misplaced them, partly because it put you on the receiving end of some pretty amazing sex. “That doesn’t count! Just let me do this for you. Please.”
His plea is compelling. You give in quicker than you should. When you guide him to the small closet beside your bathroom where you keep all of your cleaning supplies, he gives you a tender kiss that almost masks the way his hand grazes your ass.
He looks a little too smug when he retreats back to your bedroom. There’s a distant sound of running water as he strips your mattress of its blanket, then the comforter and sheets. They all lie in a pile on the floor right beside your discarded panties.
Ryland has seen similar pairs on you in a variety of colors. Some he liked a little more than others. He doesn’t think twice when he picks them up and stuffs them into his back pocket.
By the time your shower is done and you’ve changed into something that isn’t drenched with sweat, Ryland is returning from transferring your bedding from washer to dryer. Your shower was much longer than you intended.
The rest of your afternoon starts in the kitchen as he assists in making something to eat, which is more of you cooking and him offering words of encouragement and cleaning the dishes when you finish with them, then continues with you two on your couch. Your socked feet rest in his lap while the two of you watch New Girl.
It’s more of him watching New Girl as you admire him.
He pretends to be less into the show than he is, eyes glued to the screen despite his glasses dangling off his ears. Ryland’s hands have been softly massaging your foot the entire time; the gesture is domestic and ventures outside of the lust-filled box you two have built around yourselves. It makes you wonder what’ll happen when you graduate—if this will even last that long.
The sense of dread that brings is all consuming, but is washed away when he turns to look at you.
Neither of you say anything, the space filled with the sound of the tv and your rotating fan that sits in the corner of your living room. He slowly moves on of your feet so he can twist himself onto his knees, slowly crawling between them until he’s hovering over you. You’re caged beneath him as he stops, one hand on the armrest of your couch while the other cradles your face.
The kiss you share is instinct, almost. His lips are soft against your own, before he trails them all across your face, using his warm palm against your cheek as some kind of leverage to keep you from moving even when you're laughing at the tickle of his stubble against your skin. Ryland doesn’t bother to hide the way he’s smiling before he’s diving back in, kissing you with want.
He rests his body weight on you, letting go of the armrest so he can pull your leg over his hip, grinding his crotch into your own with slow rolls of his hips. When he makes you gasp he doesn’t hesitate to push his tongue into your mouth. He can taste a hint of mint from when you brushed your teeth after eating.
He suddenly misses the taste of you he’d gotten earlier.
When he pulls away, you’re trying to catch your breath. In the process of grinding and sucking in his tongue, you managed to pull off his Periodic Table of Elements shirt that fits him a little too snug.
The sight of him leaning back so he can shuffle further down your couch, shirtless with low hanging sweats, makes your core feel like molten lava. Part of you wonders if he can sense it with how desperately he’s trying to tug your pants and underwear off—which he manages to do at once.
You’re filled with a sense of disbelief as you sit up, watching him lie down between your legs. “Ryland, you were down there not that long ago.”
He doesn’t respond right away, preoccupied with tossing one of your legs over his shoulder as he guides himself closer, kissing along your groin. “I’m going back for seconds.”
The embarrassed shiver his words send through you is short-lived. He doesn’t let you process them a second longer before he’s kissing your folds, taking a long, slow drag of his tongue through them that makes you lie back down.
He doesn’t let up when you finish this time around.
“dear” ughhhhh say it again. i will ABSOLUTELY send in thoughts for you because i have sooooo many of them.
idk if you’ve seen fast and furious at all, but at the end of the 5th movie (i think) there’s this one scene where two characters are making out while one is driving and it’s SOOOOOO DRIVER TO ME!!!
like you’re sitting in his lap while it’s super late, there isn’t a soul in sight in the road. it’s really just the two of you. and you guys are like making out, he has one hand on the wheel and the other is gripping at your hip while he shoves his tongue down your throat. oooooooooh i need it bad. marten it’s auggie do you hear me
i have NOT seen fast and furious but i am furiously (heh) pulling up an incognito tab to peep the make out so i can accurately portray this for you dear. :-)
ugh okay i cant find it but if the windows are rolled up you KNOW its getting so fucking hot in there. with the way youre panting around eachother's mouths and grinding into eachother's hips........... its like a sauna in there i swear to god. he guides you down onto his clothed cock and swallows your moans, one hand holding onto your hips like a vice. the other white-knuckles the steering wheel as if its the only thing keeping him steady. every exhale brings a soft growl out of him and his eyebrows are knit together in deep concentration. when he pulls you off of him to get into the back, a string of saliva connects your wet lips to his. you know youre in for a long night in the back seat of his malibu.
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