Nails Done | Jack Abbot- The Pitt. Fluff, light spice.
The Chronicles of a Touchstarved Genius and his Coworker | Spencer Reid- Criminal Minds. Fluff.
Spencer- youâre closest friend- grows comfortable to show affection. To you. Like, strictly to you. Not in a weird way (very endearing, actually) because he doesnât realize it.
Nom-Nom | Tobias Eaton- Divergent. Fluff, Sexual Implications
Fifteen Pizzas and Three Movies ⎠Harrison Wells (EoWells)
Synopsis: Movie night at Readerâs house! You fall asleep on your boss. Aww!
Warnings: short, little plot. Rich/Wealthy!Reader. Readerâs got some rambling issues, but itâs cute. Soft Eobard. Possible OOC!EoWells. Comfort fic kind. Idk.
Authorâs Introspective Musings: i love this man guys. Ugh. âA speed mirage, if you will.â I WILL. PLEADR I WILL. I WILL DO WHAT U WANT. I WILL BE WHO YOU WANT. Wow. Just wow. #needthat. Please enjoy!!
When you insisted on a movie night, you hadnât considered that the night would have ended with Harrison Wellsâyour manager, employer, bossâ letting you fall asleep with your arm looped in his and your cheek on his shoulder.
Let me reverse this timeline a little bitâŚ
ââDoc, lets be real,â you cut in Harrisonâs hesitant refusal to go to your house with the rest of Team Flash. âAn awesome night of watching movies with the next smartest mindsâyours naturally being the firstâin the city certainly beats your alternative. Besides, itâs not like we do this frequently, so you kind of have to take this oppourtunity to be with us!â
Harrison shook his head and chuckled at your spiel, finding not enough strength to turn you down again. âWellâŚâ
From behind him, Barry jumped around in silent celebration. Cisco had bet him five dollars Wells would not agree.
The drive to your house made you anxious: nervous excitement in your stomach at the fact that youâd successfully gotten your unshakable boss to agree to a meeting outside of work with now work related things going on in your private residence, without a thought of work. Cisco excitedly asked you how long you had your âfancy ass houseâ and why you kept it a secret for so long, Caitlyn smacking his arm halfway through.
âWhat Cisco means to say⌠is why you havenât had us over sooner?â Caitlyn says politely, making Barry laugh as he swings an arm around your shoulder.
You shrug. âI guess I never really thought people would want to hang out with me. Is that Wellsâs car? Barry can you help me get him up the steps?â When Barry nods, you unlock and push open the door for Cait and Cisco. âFeel free to explore,â you said, seeing Ciscoâs eyes widen.
Barry chuckles as Cisco and Caitlyn chatter excited as you go out to Wellsâs car. âItâs really nice that youâre doing this. Itâs good to be around everyone when itâs notâŚâ Barry trails off, searching.
âA dire situation?â You offer.
Nodding, Barry smiles. âA dire situation.â
âHey Doc,â you greet him as he opens the passenger seat.
He nods his greeting. âWheelchairâs in the trunk.â Barry retrieves the mobile chair, places the Doctor in it, and wheels it up to your house in the blink of an eye. You laugh and raise a hand in greeting to the awed driver.
âThank you for having us,â Wells tells you, turning to see everything in your house. âTruly kind of you.â
You nod, a smile on your face. âI wouldnât ask if I didnât want you here.â Harrisonâs eyes fall on yours suddenly. An unspoken depth in his eyes trap you, holding you and examining your atoms at their barest form and holding your heart in his hands. His head tilts slightly and his lips quirk. He knows you struggle with eye contact yet he doesnât let you look away with all that emotion in his eyes.
âSo! What movie are we watching?â Cisco asks. âObviously Iâd like some Sci-Fi to narrate and correct any mistakes made in the storyline, but I could also go for a Rom Com or unknown indie film. Iâve stalked your letterboxd enough to know you have a good taste in movies!â
You turn your head to see Cisco and feel the weight of Harrisonâs gaze on you. Swallowing, you move to follow him to your massive living area. âWhat does everyone want to watch? Iâm down for whatever.â
âThe Notebook,â Caitlyn says solemnly at the same time Barry says ânothing sadâ. Caitlynâs face falls. âI never got to see it in theaters and this is the next biggest screen Iâve ever seenâŚâ
âYou can come and watch it on here another day if you want,â you offer. âDoc? What do you want?â
âIâm partial to almost anything. Choose away, y/n.â
You sigh. âI donât like picking.â
Half an hour later, you finally choose a science fiction movie that appeals to everyone and order seventeen pizzas to be delivered within the hour. After coming back in from the kitchen after ordering, you see Harrisonâs back, sitting quietly in his chair when everyone else was splayed on your couch.
âDo you want to sit on the couch?â You murmur quietly to Wells.
He looks up to you, watching him from your spot perched on the couch, waiting for him to say yes. âItâs⌠no issue here.â
Your eyebrows furrow. âAre you sure?â
âDo you want me to sit by you?â
Another moment. You were nodding, finding your anxiety resurface as Wells unlocked his wheels and scooted towards you. Slowly, quietly, he transferred himself to the spot beside you, a solid foot of space between you.
He eased his shoes off and placed them on his chair for later and you felt a swell of emotion in your chest. Wells making himself more comfortable in your space was a reward you didnât know what you did to earn.
A comfortable silence filled the room except for when Cisco guffawed loudly at stupid jokes or when Caitlyn giggled at something ironic happening to the main character or when Barry inevitably spoke up about the scientific observation of evidence being non-lifelike. You found yourself listening to Harrisonâs exhaling laughter at perfectly timed puns and then realized you werenât actually watching the movie.
When the doorbell rang, you let the movie play as you headed toward the door to retrieve the goods. âBarry!â You called from the kitchen. âCome get your fifteen pizzas!â
In the blink of an eye, you had two pizzas in your hand, a couple paper plates, and napkins in your arms in the middle of the living room. You chuckled as Barry paused so you could get everyone their food.
When you settled back down, you found yourself a little closer to Harrison than earlier. You hadnât moved, so that must mean⌠he moved. Closer. To you. You chose not to read into it.
âIs there a sequel? Iâll check,â Cisco asked as soon as the last scene started to fade to black. You chortled, standing up to retrieve your favorite chunky-knit blanket from the blanket rack leaning against the wall.
âCan I also have a blanket?â Caitlyn spoke cautiously. âPreferably a thinner one?â
You grabbed your thinnest blanket and placed the fabric in Caitlynâs lap. She gave you a thankful smile. You saw her toss the long fabric across Barry and Ciscoâs lap, worrying over them like the lovely person she is.
âDid youââ you began to ask Harrison.
âNo, thank you. Iâm okay right now,â he said.
There was a sequel to the movie that Cisco had pleaded to watch. After reaching a common consensus, you played the second movie with the next movie being a happy ending romantic movie (courtesy of Caitlyn⌠and a little Barry.).
Your eyes began to feel heavy about quarter of the way into the movie, the cold atmosphere you thrived in assisting in making you drowsy.
The dim lights gave Harrison the chance to slip closer to you as you fell further asleep. His arm was touching your own through your blanket, head resting between his shoulder and the back of your couch.
Harrison viewed this as an experiment: how much physical contact could he establish with you before you woke up and moved away? After a solid fifteen minutes passed, he pulled the blanket from your arm and pulled it around him so you were both covered. When he did that, you heaved a sigh and unconciously readjusted your head so that it was resting entirely against his shoulder. The warmth in his chest was satisfaction at reaching a new milestone in his experiment, not happiness at you being comfortable around him in your barest state: sleep.
After adjusting his glasses, Harrison reached his arm under the blanket. He watched you from the corner of his eye and discovered you were a heat seeking vessel: leaning closely against him and bringing the blanket closer to you. Eventually, you even wrapped your arm around Harrisonâs, bringing it close to your chest in resemblance of a child holding their favorite stuffed animal to ease them to sleep. Harrison had it bad.
âSleep well,â Harrison murmured against your head, resting his head against your own.
You woke up to a new movie, a comedy, being played on your T.V. Swallowing, your eyes blinked sleepily as you tried to understand why you were pleasantly warm and smelling a very intoxicating cologne. Tight knitted black shoulders led to a familiar face and loose curls. âHello again,â murmured an amused voice. Your lips flattened against your teeth in an embarrassed grimace. You looked down at where you were leaning almost entirely into him (at this point⌠you may as well have been sitting on his lap⌠[as if you would complain about that. Ha!]) and became acutely aware of his unfamiliarly warm elbow linked with your own under the blanket. From an outsiderâs perspective it would undoubtedly be considered cuddling.
âIâm so sorry,â you rasped sleepily, leaning back to stretch and find solace from Wellsâs soft eyes. Your arm muscles tightened in rigor as they reached behind your head and your legs spasmed as you stretched them out in front of you. Sparing a glance at the trio on the other side of the couch, you took in Barryâs sleeping form and Caitlynâs eyesâhooded witg exhaustionâand chuckled at the two tired adults compared to Cisco watching the screen intently. You sigh after checking your watch and say âI didnât realize it was this late.â
Eobard was thankful when you finally met his gaze again, imploring silently to see those glittering glimpses to your emotion and soul- your humanity. âI selfishly enjoyed the closeness. You donât need to apologize for falling asleep,â he admits.
Your eyebrows knit at his words. âThatâs something I can overthink tomorrow,â you say finally, a yawn sending your head to hit the back of the couch. Sighing againâthis time from contentmentâyour head conciously falls to Harrisonâs shoulder.
Authorâs Introspective Musings: wheb i say i have thought about tom cavanagh for the past 72837 hours, understand and believe this statement to be true. I NEED HIM!!
âI know you donât want company on Christmas,â you greeted quickly, âso⌠Iâm here on Christmas because I donât want you to not have company on Christmas.â
In front of you, in his wheelchair, Dr. Wells blinked. His lips twitched. He wasnât expecting thisâyou: taking initiative to disregard his previous statement in the hopes of being a positive moment in the blur of other moments. âI- Thatâs⌠certainly kind of you.â
You nodded briefly before rummaging through your bag (a very vintage thing, an accessory Wells had never seen you without). âIâm going to be completely honest, I wasnât entirely sure what to get you, so I made you something with the human hope that you understand I made this with the intention that you would see I put in effort, therefore the item should hold at least a miniscule amount of sentimental value to you-â
âY/n,â Dr. Wells cut in, a gentle firmness in his voice he unconsciously reserved for your interactions. âI see sentiment in almost everything you do for people. I can assure you this is no different. Please come inside. Thereâs no reason to be standing outside and catching cold.â
You finally retrieved your wrapped package from your bag, following Dr. Wells as he led you into his home. Truthfully you were in awe at the size and layout of his house. You knew Wells had wealth but seeing it up close in a tangible fashion was different. He led you to the kitchen and motioned his head to a chair by his counter. âUh⌠here.â You handed your boss the package.
Harrison let his fingers brush against the cool-tempered wrapping paperâdark green background with snowflakesâand curled his pointer finger around the bowâlight blue (to match the snowflakes)âbefore looking back up to see your face. Wells had observed you long enough to identify the quiet anticipation in your raised eyebrows and shy smile.
Inside the package was a canvas. Mildly small, approximately a 10x8 painting of the selfie Cisco had insisted on taking. On the left was Cisco, upper teeth showing as his face tilted up with excitement. Barry was in the middle, caught mid laugh at his idea of taking the picture and then zooming back to be in the picture. Caitlyn stood on the right with a rare smile with teeth that hadnât been seen since the particle acceleratorâs failure. On the bottom, between Cisco and Barry was Dr. Wells, a quirk of his lips hiding his white teeth. Beside himâon one knee with her arm resting against Wellsâs armâstood you: a side smile at the antics that you took for granted.
You worked your teeth against your tongue, anxiously observing the way Dr. Wellsâs eyebrows went slack as he took in the painting. His fingertips brushed gently against the paint, feeling the smooth top coat. His tendons flexed under his skin, igniting the same fire that burned when you painted the pink of his lips. It wasnât your best work, but it definitely was praiseworthy (your tutor approved for once, saying that she was impressed at the emotion you managed to capture in the eyes).
âY/n, truly,â Wells began after swallowing thickly. âThis is beautiful. I knew you had an ability with the arts butâŚâ he shook his head, a thoughtful smirk playing on his lips as his brow quirked that signaled the contemplation crossing his mind, âthis is truly wonderful. Thank you. Thank you. I apologize⌠I didnât get you anything.â
The whooshing behind your ears dissipated as you exhaled with relief. âThank you, Dr. Your approval is enough.â Your familiar crooked smile made Harrison want to hold your face in his hands and kiss you until you passed out.
âNo, no. Itâs not. Donât worry, I will find you a belated Christmas gift.â
âUnnecessary,â you chortled, rising slowly. âI only wanted you to get your present and make sure you werenâtâI dunno, doing something irrational.â
Harrison watched the way you avoided his eye contact and knew then that he would protect you in a manor that surpassed his devotion to Barryâs future. âLet me escort you out.â
When you reached the door, Harrison paused. âOil on canvas or acrylic?â
Your face lit up at his question. âOil. It required patience my therapist says will be good for me. And I selfishly enjoy that I donât have to be paranoid about making sure my paints are closed and wonât dry out if I walk away for five minutes,â you say.
Noted. âUnderstandable,â Wells nods. âThank you for coming, y/n. It was⌠very nice to see you.â
Smiling, you didnât mention the fact that you saw each other every day at S.T.A.R. âYou too, Doc. Merry Christmas!â
Harrison waved, a true smile gracing his lips. âMerry Christmas, my dear,â he murmured as you got into your car.
ââbonus. đ
Your jaw dropped as you got a good luck at the box sitting on your desk. A brand of oil paintsâforeign and expensiveâsat waiting for your arrival. Shiny and new and calling your name. Excitement bloomed in your chest and head as you stepped forward closely.
Swallowing, you brushed your knuckle against the thin plastic layer around the box to secure itâs contents. Who would haveâŚ?
âMerry belated Christmas.â
Turning around, you saw Dr. Wellsâs gleaming smile waiting for you. His eyes held a kind of light you didnât frequently see. âThis is-â
Wells offered ânot enoughâ at the same time you stated âunnecessaryâ.
âDonât think about returning it. I want to be the first person you show when you create another masterpiece.â
Nodding, your eyes flickered between Wellsâs eyes, determination and finality etched into his retinas. âI understand, sir.â
I personally STRONGLY dislike when people make reader blush easily. Give me literally anytging else. Make them pick at their nails or grind their molars together or make their nose twitch or make their lips tighten or even make them shrink back into themselves. Iâm tired of âreader blushedâ and then ultimately being babied. I am not a baby and i feel like a lot of other readers are not.
This is not me attacking people that do this, obviously i have used the word blush in my fics. However, itâs more immersive and more entertaining and enjoyable to read about someone struggling with their feelings and therefor struggling to output those emotions.
Also letâs write more blue collar!reader and emotionally challenged!reader.
I adore your dad house fics and was hoping if you could write and imagine In which reader is pregnant and goes into labor and house leaves in the middle. Wilson and all the others are getting pissed at him thinking he left because he got scared or selfish or any kind of negative reason like that but reader refuses to listen and keeps saying he must have a reason and in the end he comes back right before the baby is born with some object thatâs really important to reader or maybe her parent or something or a wedding ring or some grand gesture that surprises everyone but the reader
Punctuality at itâs Finest
Synopsis: your water breaks! Instead of being the supportive husband the duckings (and Wilson) think he will be, he flees. This begs the questions: why did he leave and will he be back?
Warnings: pregnancy, water breaking, labor, possible medical inaccuracies. Mildly rushed.
Authorâs Extra Introspections: I⌠apologize. I struggle with writing for actual labor/pregnancies and I donât entirely know if I will do it again. We shall seeâŚ
It was a full hour since House had left: an hour of Foreman sneering at the door, an hour of Chase hunching into himself while you writhed as a human exited your body, an hour of Cameran letting you squeeze her hand, and an hour of Wilson calling Houseâs cellâunanswered.
You were deemed high-risk, and had a whole month until the due date was supposed to arrive. With that fact common knowledge, Allison felt a dull anger pressing in her sternum at her bossâs⌠avoidance. Who takes one look at their wife in a hospital room and turns on his heel to walk away? He hadnât even said a word to you, for Christâs sake.
Time felt like torture: a kind of pressure and pain and worry and pain that built up and mixed with the sweat dripping from your face. Nurses and the two doctors in the room coached you through, knowing you didnât want an epidural unless it was the last possible option available. âI canât- This is-â you sobbed, leaning back. âI canât do this!â
Wilsonâs hand tightened impossibly tight around his phone. The dial tone was practically drowned out by the sounds in the room but he strained to hear if Greg would pick up. He had just heard âyour call has been forwarded-â when another shriek came from you. Wilson crushed the phone as he came to your other side to take your hand. âDonât you dare say that, y/n,â Wilson said, brushing hair from your forhead as you squeezed your eyes in pain. Shooting a glance at Allison, he shook his head. From behind him, he heard Foremanâs long sigh.
âDamn, mama,â called the doctor. âBabyâs just about here! Youâre almost there, honey.â
You whined in agony, a vise hold on the hands in yours. âI canât do this shit!â
âNo choice, honey buns,â came the female doctorâs voice. âYou see that clock? It says 2:29. You can get this baby out by 3:00. Do you hear me? Weâre getting this baby out.â
Your teeth gritted as you pushed. âI canât,â you groaned, eyes closed in pain.
âLike hell you canât,â came a gruff voice. The sound of a thud made your eyes open. Your husband, cane discarded, limped over to you and shoved Wilson away. A wry smile pulled at his lips. âHey, trouble,â he greeted, leaning down to kiss your lips. When you pulled back to squeeze your teeth to keep from screaming, Greg grasped your hand and held fast, welcoming the pain you offered him. âFaster we get this out, the faster youâre out of pain. Come on, wife.â
âShoulders are out! Easiest partâs up next, mom!â Came a voice. You sobbed in relief. As you pushed, Greg kept his eyes on you, tracking the way your eyes flickered from being closed, looking aimlessly at the ceiling, and finding safety in Gregâs eyes.
âBabyâs out!â Called a nurse as your back collapsed against the bed. Tears streamed down your face, watching your husband shift his weight to catch a glimpse of his child and to be near his wife. âItâs a girl! You did it, mom.â
âWhat time is it?â You asked raspily.
â2:49,â Chase answered immediately.
Your lips twitched into an exhausted smile. âBefore 3:00.â
âBefore 3:00,â confirmed the doctor, a smile on her face.
Allison drifted to the back of the room to commune with the rest of the team. Foreman had his mouth covered. Chase looked at him, a playful expression ghosting hid expression. âYâalright, Foreman?â
Foreman wiped his eyes. âFine,â he answered gruffly. âIâm fine.â
âCan I hold her?â You asked quietly, watching the nurses crowd the preemie. âMy baby? Can I hold her?â
The nurses gingerly offered you the small baby. Her mouth worked as she adjusted to her new life outside of the womb. Small cooing came from her vocal cords, drawing a soft cry from you. âLook, honey,â you said, looking to Greg. âWe made that.â
Greg was sitting on the bed now, you leaning against his shoulder. His jaw was clenched tightly and his eyebrows were pinched. âYou did most of the work,â he said finally, an uncharacteristic falter in his tone. âHere,â he said, drawing a folded cloth from his bag.
Recognition flashed through your features. âIs that-?â You looked down to the baby in your arms and then back. âYouâre such a romantic,â you said through a watery laugh. You shifted your daughter so her head was between you and Greg. While you spoke quietly to your baby and the medical staff bustled around, Wilson, Allison, Chase, and Foreman watched House tuck a medium sized blanket between you and the baby.
Later, you would tell Foreman that the blanket House brought was the blanket your grandma had left specifically for you, a blanket she made before she was left unable to sew and crochet and knit after eyesight deteriorated. Later, Foreman would find himself in happy tears again knowing his best friend was actually thriving with his cold, sarcastic boss.
warnings: female reader, undisclosed age gap, nsfw content (masturbation and perverse internal thoughts)
Dbf!Joel who secretly feels his chest warm when he sees youâ (older than Sarah)â inviting the younger girl on drives and sleepovers and shopping trips with you and some of your other girl friends. He knows Sarah lacks a mother figure, but heâs over the moon thankful that she has someone like a sister to look up to.
Dbf!joel who goes to talk to you when you and your dad get into an argument when Sarahâs on a trip with Tommy. Itâs something small to your dad, but Joel knows through Sarah that itâs a big deal to you. After your dad tiredly accepts Joelâs help to talking to you, he heads up to your room.
Dbf!Joel who finds his heart breaking a little when he sees you, leaning your head against the window frame, curling into yourself. âHey sweetheart,â he greets gently. In almost a minute, youâre crying in his arms and Joel wants to curse himself for thinking about how good you smell and how warm you are and how much he loves that you trust him with this problem while youâre clinging to his shirt.
Dbf!Joel who is thanked by your dad profusely when you start to come around and Joel calls himself sick when he finds his cock hardening at the reminder that your body in his arms felt like a home he hadnât had. He drinks a couple beers like normal with your dad, finding solace that your dad doesnât know about Joelâs perverse thoughts.
Dbf!Joel who hears a commotion from Sarahâs room when you two are having a sleepover at Sarahâs. He hears Sarahâs tone getting higher and higher and your voice soothing her in vain. When Joel raps his knuckles gently, you emerge slowly. âHi,â you greet. âHey, sweetheart. Whereâs Sarah? You guys okay?â You swallow thickly. âSo⌠thatâs⌠can I come talk to you in a few minutes?â Joel is riddled with worry as he heads to his room, hearing shuffling around the bathroom and Sarahâs room. Eventually, things quiet down and the usual nighttime quiet falls over the house.
Dbf!Joel who opens his door when you tap quietly. âSo Sarah got her first period and she said I could tell you because sheâs going to talk to you tomorrow when I go back home. I gave her some stuff so sheâs okay for awhile, but I can always go and pick some stuff up from the store when I go next if you want?â Comes your low tone, being mindful of Sarah sleeping a few doors down.
Dbf!Joel who goes to bed that night spent from jerking himself off. The thought of you filling this domestic role made Joel lightheaded with arousal and you sleeping in his house under his roof made it all the worse. God help his soul when you accidentally forget a sleepshirt when youâre at their house for another sleepover and borrow some of his clothes. When you bring them back smelling like you, Joel almost passes out from how hard he came with his shirt pressed up to his nose hard enough to smother himself in your smell.
Stepfather Ryland Grace letting you slip into bed with him when you have a nightmareâŚ
nsfw content ahead! Warning: detailed blowjobs (first time writing this⌠hope i did okay! ^o^ ), facefucking (ryland receiving) impreg kink because i fucking need that
here you go lovely! @urnmbr1fan2
Ryland startes awake when he feels a rush of coldness. Blinking groggily, he sees a dark figure slipping into the empty space beside him: his wifeâs empty spot. âM/n?â He murmurs, not believing his wife would be home.
âNo,â a softer, shaking voice answers. Y/n. âI had⌠I had a bad dream. Can I sleep with you?â
âCâmere, honey,â Ryland pulls the covers up so you can snuggle into him, in need of comfort after your unconscious mind plagued you with nasty visions. His chest rumbles in soft cooing, your trembling body making his heart a he in his chest.
Ryland doesnât know how long he lies there, feeling you shake in scared tremors before you tilts your head up and catch his gaze on you already. âI canât fall asleep.â
âWhat do you need, honey? A shower? I can make you some tea, get you some milk. I think I have some melatonin gummies. What do you want, baby?â Rylandâs genuine concern for your sleeping schedule is real: heâs dealt with kids that unfortunately deal with an extreme lack of sleep which makes them ultimately less productive and receptive to concepts of science, school, and altogether the ability to function. Ryland knows that youâre young, growing, and need a rhythm. He doesnât want his baby girl to be at a disadvantage.
Thoughtfully, you hum. âMilk,â you finally say.
Ryland nods. He brushed a hair from your face and starts to get up. Imagine his confusion when you pull him back to the bed.
âWhoa whoa whoa, honey,â Ryland stutters. Youâall sleepy smile and lazy movementsâlook up from your spot between his legs. âI thought you- what are you- baby, you gotta go to sleep.â
Your swallow, pulling the soft cotton boxers down. âI will. Please, daddy, I just need you first,â comes your voice. In the back of your head, you know Ryland doesnât think youâre thinking straight, but you know what youâre doing. Seeing his knitted eyebrows and concerned eyes through his hastily put on glasses, you add with a pout: âI want to milk you.â
Without waiting for more, you go to work. Rylandâs already hard in your hand because thereâs no way he couldnât be: pretty young thing in his lap, his sweet baby girl begging to suck his cock⌠thereâs no way he wouldnât have a boner.
Spit runs down the side of Rylandâs cock as you let saliva run out of your mouth as lube. You see Rylandâs fists gripping hard at the sheets under his hands, biceps taught and flexing. âYouâre so fucking big, Ry,â you say before dragging the top of your tongue from the base of his balls to the tip leaking pre-cum.
âBaby, you donât have to do this-â Ryland starts, voice shaking, not out of fear.
In response, you fucking swallow him. Lips to the base, tip to the throat kind of thing. Rylandâs hips buck up without warning and slam your nose against his trimmed blond pubes. Feeling him throb, you hallow your cheeks out and suck.
âFu-Fuck, baby. Jee-zus,â Ryland whimpers, head dropping to the pillow behind him. His dominant hand comes to rest pliantly on your head, stroking your scalp. âHoly shit. Youâre so good, so fucking goo-fuuuuck!â
His whiny expletives were cut off as you raised your head up and bobbed up and down to the base again, humming and letting your hands travel up his thighs to his abs to pull his other hand to your head. You pull off him, cock slapping against your chin. âAm I doinâ okay?â
Ryland raises his head to see you going back down, this time to swirl his balls with your tongue. His abdomen clenches as he realizes how fucking good your feel, how good you are, and how disgusting Ryland is for fucking his stepdaughterâs face like itâs her pussy. âFuck me, baby, youâre- youâre doing great, honey.â
You look back up at him, a smile on your face. âThanks, Ry,â you say sweetly before going back down on his cock. This time, you feel Rylandâs hands guiding you: slowly, nails scratching lightly at your scalp as he threads his fingers through your hair. His breathy groaning fills your mind and goes straight to your underbelly as you grind into the bed your sweet stepdaddt paid for.
Ryland, bless him, can barely hold back from slamming his cock into your mouth. He doesnât want to hump your throat so bad you canât breathe⌠but you did technically start this whole ordeal. Slowly, the teacher gets more confident: holding you down and shaking your head against his belly until his feels that delicious choking sound you make.
âIâm gonna cum in that throat ofâfuckâyours,â Ryland says, âand youâre going to swallow it all like the needy, growing girl you are, right?â He asks, looking at your watering eyes. You hum around his cock. âI canât hear you, baby,â he cooes, brushing away a tear. âI know you can do it, though. Daddy knows youâll take all this cum.â
Rylandâs dirty talk genuinely almost makes you cum right there on the bed with his cock in your mouth and your crotch rutting desperately into the bed. He keeps going though, as he violently starts to fuck your face.
âFuck, baby,â he curses, âyouâre so filthy, you know that? Sucking on your daddyâs cock in the middle of the night for milk? Did you even have a nightmare? You just wanted your little mouth to be used for some warm cum in your belly, didnât you?â When you moan pathetically around Rylandâs girls, he grits his teeth, abs tenser than theyâve ever been for your mother. âIâm gonnaâoh, babyâIâm gonna cum,â Ryland groans desperately. âDaddyâs going to fucking cum in your mouth, baby-fuck!â
The obscene gagging noise coming from you end abruptly as Ryland buries his cock down the warm wetness of your relaxed throat, one hand on the back of your head, the other moving down to feel your throat work as you swallow Rylandâs thick spend. He almost cums again when he feels you humming happily around his cock, eyes watching his throat bob as you work him through his orgasm.
Ryland finally releases you after feeling you start to struggle against him. You leave his boxers and pants down as he pulls you up to him. âAre you okay? Iâm sorry, I got a little rough-â
You press your lips to him in a long, languid kiss. You toss your leg across Rylandâs stomach and he feels the aftermath of your own orgasm. âI liked that,â you finally murmured, voice raspy from the abuse of your vocal cords.
Rylandâs chest feels an overwhelming sense of relief: he never wants to push you too far. He kisses your puffy lips again and tastes himself on your tongue. When he pulls back, you place his hand against your stomach. Ryland finds you looking at him with a coy smile. âBesides, I think you wanted me to have that belly full of cum,â you say.
âCareful, baby,â Ryland says, voice low. Itâs true, he did want to fuck you full of his babies, make you swell with love that he could give you, make you drunk on him for the rest of your life. But that is a story for another time.
PPLLEEEAASSSEEEEE, we need more chronicles of a touchstarved genius and his coworker, PLEEEASSEEE
by we i mean me, but we don't need to focus on thhaatt....
AHHH!! Iâm actually overjoyed that people like this little series! I am definately working on that third part now! Thank you for sharing your love! đĽšđ¤đŤ
Synopsis: You are the only human on Erid. And for three years, you stay the only human on Erid. Until, one day, your friendâs mate arrives⌠with another human.
Warnings: possible out of character Ryland. Obviously Reader isnât coming up with the same name for Rockyâs mate as Grace does. To clear confusion: Adrian=Shuri. âShurâ is short for âShuriâ, pronounced as âsureâ. Fluff, such small and minute angst it is literally barely even there. Awkward Ryland Grace and Awkward Reader (âŚthey havenât spoken to a human in like 3 years. Obviously theyâll be awkward at first.) Slight romantic hints near end, nothing explicit. Ryland calls reader âprettyâ. Bad science. The xenonite suits can do whatever I want since Iâm the author. Take that!
Authorâs Introspective Musings: I had great fun writing this, even though itâs a pretty impossible scenario. I hope you enjoy :p âOriginal idea: Ryland x AU!Reader where the reader has somehow found their way on Erid way before Grace showed up and they meet and are like âhuman?!?â From @soupiemeowmeowâ
It literally all happened at once: you were walking out of work, cursing at the rain, when you slipped. Your arms rose as you tilted, legs giving out, brain frozen in shock and fear. Your eyes closed, preparing for the pain that would erupt in your back. Then, just when you thought you were about to make contact with the puddle in the concrete below you, the ambience changed.
Instead of the hum of a car driving from a distance, the constant sound of raindrops hitting the ground, and faraway chattering of a group of friends out to eat was replaced with pounding heat, all kinds of musical trilling, and a kind of quiet clicking. You opened your eyes, confused, and blearily looked around. The ground under you was hotâuncomfortably so. You squinted, seeing⌠spiders? Bulky spiders? Your eyebrows knitted in confusion and your head was spinning around and around. With a choked whimper, you blacked out.
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âHi,â you greeted to the Eridian in front of you. âIâm ready for the day, boss.â
Irina trilled a happy noise. âGood good good! We will make good day!â She jumped around excitedly, circling your bulky frame as you followed her to the jungle gym youâd help create for the younglings. You were getting new suit fittings from Shuri weekly: she was always working on making fixes to your equipment to further incorporate you into Eridian life (as if you hadnât been there for almost three years if you were correct). You named Shuri after the character from Marvel: her need to improve things reminding you of the intelligent and witty character.
Irina scuttled to the barrier of the property, seeing little Pebbles climb up and down and into and around the rock formations youâd helped design. Irina had noticed your affinity for the little things and had advocated for you being with them when youâd first started your life on an entirely different planet.
It wasnât all parks and baby rock spiders and happy chirps, no. When youâd woken up, you were in tears trying to understand what the musical rocks were saying. You wanted your home: your shoddy apartment, plush bed, warm blanket, and friends. You didnât understand why you were on a literal different planet with a literal animate rock formation and no clue how the hell you got there. Truthfully, you didnât even know how you were even alive.
As time passed and you clocked the patterns of the music and actions that came from the intelligent creatures, you slowly adjusted. Of course, you were separated from them: your own livable habitat being completely different from theirs, but you learned to carve pictures, tap characters, and interperet all kinds of dances and actions from the other species. The first time you held a conversation with the familiarest of friends, you laughcried for a couple minutes.
Now, you were familiar with many Eridians: names for each of them, personalities that reminded you of people from your home, and had even become a version of a godmother for Irinaâs pebbles. You had your own livable habitat, highly based off of Twilight: a forested, green expanse with a medium sized house surrounded by a teasing mist. It stored trinkets, clothes, and other things that showed your unbelievable existence on this planet you were never supposed to be at.
You and Irina spoke for awhile before Shuri bounded toward you. Free from her lab work, she chittered excitedly. âGood feeling,â she said. The large, green being shook with excitement. âSo good feeling!â
Irina, mirroring her friend, started to dance with happiness. âHappy, happy! Why happy?â
âDo not know. Possible mate arrival? Excite, excite, excite! How are my friends?â She patted her large three-fingered hands on top of your protective suit. âHow is my human?â
âGood, good! No busy day, watching younglings for now.â Irina informed the larger creature.
You nodded. âSuit is good.â
Shuri let out a displeased noise. She clicked quietly and you knew she was very intent on echolocating any weak spots in your suit or body. Shuri was very much a protective thing⌠but really the entire species was very protective. âTypical answer from y/n. Does follow your movement well?â
âYes, it does. Very well, actually,â you answer truthfully. The last suit had been more temperature resistant but was a struggle to move in. This new suit was nearly as resistant but let you move particularly freelyâsomething that you personally really liked. âThis is one of your best yet, Shur. Thank you.â
The creator did a shimmy. âHappy, happy, happy! Happy day. I see you later. Bye my human, bye my Irina.â
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You woke to pounding on your door. The sound of your muffled name sounded urgent through the material of the building. Swinging your legs from your comfy bed, you padded to the door. âWhatâsâ?â
âHuman! Human, human, human! Human! Suit! Now! Dress and we go!â
You stumbled backwards a suited Irina bounded past you into your house. Her jumping shook the frame of your house and vibrated the remaining tiredness out of your body. âWhat?â
Irina, comically, slumped to the ground in a pile of limbs surrounded by a glinting suit. âY/n needs understand. Human. Now. Shuriâs mate arrive. We go, you see human, Shuriâs mate. Go! Fast, fast, fast!â
As you reviewed your clothing adornments, you paused. The first human being in three whole years. You hadnât had contact with anyone even remotely near Earth in three. Years. It was a wonder you hadnât gone insane. Or maybe you already did. Finally, you shrugged. Your sleepshorts and shirt were decent.
You followed a bounding Irina out of the biodome. Again you thinked your stars for Shuri and her ability to create something that allowed you to jog to catch up to the friend in front of you.
Shuriâs lab was surrounded by Eridians: friends, family, and others. Youâd known about the journey that Shuriâs mate had been on. It was about half a full human lifetime ago when the team was sent out and every year on the day of the launch, Shuri had her closest friends to her home to dance. (When you inquired about why dancing was occuring, a friend of Shuriâs explained that her mate was to be remembered with fondness for his bravery. You reasoned to yourself that it was also a kind of way for the Eridians to keep hope for their family against the unknown of space.)
You fit through the crowd easily, Eridians from far and wide knew of youâobviouslyâand your relation to the people around you. It was hard to miss an outlier among a crowd, anyway. A ship was spotted in the distance, something you recognized vaguely from one of Shuriâs carvings.
Excited trilling buzzed around the atmosphere and you heard the song of your name being sung. You wove through small and large Eridians, green and blues and rusty red creatures who parted with more kindness and empathy than most humans on your home planet. Bizarrely comforting, really. With Irina bounding excitedly in front of you, the pair of you swiftly sawâŚ
âAnother human,â you murmured. You ceased all movement immediately: the pure shock had you genuinely paralyzed. Your time as an alien had given you much time for introspection. Quite frankly, you understood that you may never go back to Earth and were genuinely okay with it. Along with that fact came the realization that you will never see another human again. Though, you eventually accepted that you had to take the wins (annoyingly protective and curiously caring Eridians interested in your fragile wellbeing) with the losses (never seeing another homo sapien and never clocking into work again).
Ryland was listening partially to Rockyâs rapid introductions and excited words and partially being overwhelmed by the amount of Eridians around him: some towering over him by twenty feet, some smaller than Rocky. He mused to himself how interesting it was to see a positive response from such a large crowd⌠something pretty foreign back home. Finally, Rocky got Graceâs attention when he extended one little finger into the crowd and then he saw you.
A faded Pink Floyd shirt stood stark against the reds and browns and greens and teals. You were still, eyebrows widened in a kind of surprise that Ryland was sure he was mirroring. He saw you swallow, blink, and swallow again. He was about to lift his hand in a wave when an Eridian a little bit bigger than Rockyâa forest greenârepeatedly bumped your thigh. You softened and your hands rose as you began to talk with this Eridian. With no equipment. Rylandâs eyebrows crept even further up to his hairline: this human had been here long enough to know and speak Eridian.
â-Adrian say another human! Grace have other friend than Rocky. Hm. Is okay. Adrian like other human much much much!â Rocky tells Grace. âTalk to human friend. Go go go. Rocky save Grace social life! Good friend Rocky.â
Ryland peers at Rocky sideways. âThereâs nothing wrong with my social life. Iâm offended, Rock, honestly.â
Rocky chittered. âHuman brain funny. I hear heartbeat fast. Go talk. I miss my mate, my family. Least you do is talk to only other human.â
At Rockyâs sudden seriousness (and his own curiosity⌠and you walking up and leaning against Adrianâs hulking form), Ryland swallows his anxiety.
âHi Shuri,â you whistle.
Shuri/Adrian trills. âY/n! Y/n, meet Grr-Ayce,â the Eridian says to you. When Grace blinks at you, you tilt your head.
âYou donât know Eridian do you?â
Ryland shakes his head. âUh- no. No, I- I made a kind of transition device. Rockyâd say a word, Iâd record it. It was⌠I donât know Eridian.â
You nod your head. âI can help.â You lean your helmeted head on Shuri/Adrianâs leg. âShur, is this the mate you tell me much about?â
Shuri/Adrian quirks up and down. âYes! Yes yes yes!â
Ryland falls back and observes you conversing easily with some talking rocks. You smile and lean your head back when Rocky says something the follows a little shimmy. You soften at the way Rocky gestures to the circle of Shuri-colored stone embedded in one of his arms. In a way unfamiliar to Ryland, he feels a warmth just above his navel and a haziness at the back of his head, above his neck. He canât wait to talk to you.
Itâs only when you stand up from Shuriâs form does Ryland step forward. âYou want to take a shower, maybe get some sleep in a real bed? I let Rocky and Shuri know you can stay with me for awhile if you want.â
Ryland nods. âYeah! Yes, Iâd honestly love to shower. I think anything is better than the water pressure on our ship.â
You nod. âFollow me and be amazed,â you say, running your fisted knuckle up your forarm to Shuri (Adrian?) and Irina. âSo⌠Adrian? Is that what you call Rockyâs mate?â
Ryland nods. âYeah. I obviously didnât have an exact translation, so I just picked one. I like Shuri, though. Very intelligent character,â Ryland says.
A smile pulls at your lips. Someone that knows about the Marvel Cinematic Universe. âYes! Shur really embodies the âokay but we can always make it betterâ energy.â
Ryland nods. He is significantly slower than you: his bulky suit nothing compared to your slim, able one. As embarrassing it is to have you walk slower, Ryland is happy because it gives him the opportunity to talk to another human! Speaking of whichâ âSo⌠pardon my blunt curiosity⌠how the hell did you get here?â
His confusion hightens tenfold when you start to laugh. âUhh⌠well! Thatâs kinda the million dollar question. I⌠I really donât know.â You look at him and shrug. âI remember that I tripped and was falling backwards, then I passed out. I woke up andâŚâ you raise your palms and gesture at the world around you, âI was in a hamster ball surrounded by rock spiders that made very pretty music. The rest, I guess, is history.â
âHow long have you been here?â
That question makes you sigh. âAbout three years. I dont have an exact date, but I know Iâm going on three years. Enough about me. Perfect timing, too! This is my home,â you say. A large expanse of Xenonite stretches further than Ryland can see. âShuri was convinced I needed more room than necessary. Anyway, when you want to enter the biodomeâŚâ
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You were lounging on the couch that Shuri had made (firm enough to support your joints and just soft enough to make you sleepy), using the constructed paper, ink, and pen to sketch out a bird. The feathers were your favorite: a cohesive mess of lines and self-made softness that could be used to propel such a small body into the air to soar. You liked birds a lot, often frequenting animal shelters to help your mental health, observe behavioral patterns, and enjoy what Earth could give you. You liked how they had their way of communicating despite the inability to express words like humans. You liked how excited a bird would get when itâs wing was fixed and healed enough to fly. You liked watching the birds dance in the sky and on the ground. You liked the kind of freedom they symbolized: despite gravity constantly pulling them down they always found a way to surpass constraints and fly.
âHi.â
Your back tensed and your head whipped up. Standing in front of you was Ryland Grace, looking sincerely apologetic and⌠adorable. His damp hair was messed up and surrounded his head like a scared kitten. He was wearing a shirt and pair of pants that you hoped would fit him (Irina had worked with you to formulate shirts in all sizes so you would have âmaximum happinessâ) and looking at you with wide eyes. âHi, sorry.â
Ryland shook his head. âNo, no, I scared you. Iâm sorry. Can I sit?â
You nodded. âOf course. Was the shower nice?â
Ryland nodded, a genuine smile cracking open on his face. âYes. It was great. Thank you, again.â
You nodded. âYou donât have to be so formal, you know. Iâm not going to bite.â
Something in your chest squeezed when the blond man let out a laugh. It rumbled his chest and highlighted the pecs under the worn out shirt. âSorry. Iâm justâŚâ
You offered âAwkward?â at the same time Ryland said ânervous.â
This time the both of you laughed. Ryland shrugged easily, shoulder sinking as he relaxed further in your company. âI mean, awkward works. But mostly Iâm nervous.â
âWhy?â
âUh, I mean, youâre the only human Iâve spoken to in I donât know how long. Youâre⌠really smart and pretty and also on a foreign planet. Iâm just pretty nervous all around, Iâd say,â Ryland finished.
You nod. âI get the foreign planet one. Iâm not that smart though.â
Rylandâs mouth drops. âYou know Eridian.â
Blinking, you nod.
âFiguring out a language based entirely off of yourself and no translation device is genuinely very smart. Iâm very impressed. Andânot to make this about myselfâbut clearly I would know something about smart if I was sent up to save the stars in the milky way. Also, I have a PhD, so if you donât take the compliment, thatâs⌠dumb.â
You laugh brightly at Rylandâs rant, finding his offensive reaction to your words about yourself endearing. âGuess Iâm dumb,â you say, egging him on.
Ryland throws his hands up and melts against the couch with a loud groan. âThis is going to be a long rest of my life if you argue like this about everything!â He complains.
Your giggling, though, makes Ryland smile against his hands. âItâs okay, youâll get used to it!â
Ryland turns his head to look at you. Heâs still lying against the couch like a pile of limp noodles but he doesnât quite mind the ache in his neck because something in your smile invigorates a feeling in Rylandâs body he hasnât truly felt in a long time: belonging.
Ryland Grace who gets BONERS from KISSING. Walk with meâŚ
pre/post PHM, doesnt matter.
Ryland turns when he feels the weight of your gaze prickling at the skin between his shoulderblades and scalp. Your head is tilted a little bit, a smile on your face as you watch Ryland move toward you.
He barely murmurs a small âhiâ before heâs got his lips on yours, feeling the rushing blood under his fingertips as he brings his hands to your waist. Slipping his hands under your shirt, Ryland feels the warmth radiating through your lower back and feels a pulsing in his own body. Feeling you, here and now, hot and loving him was just⌠an answer to a prayer heâd forgotten heâd asked for.
You do that thing where you press your front to his after your pointer finger sloooowwwly pulls him closer to you by his belt loop, and damn is Ryland a goner. You groan a little into Rylandâs mouth when he pulls you up and towards him: the sheer tangibility of his want only adding to the lust in your mind. You feel the little spikes of his hair as you slowly bring your hands up to the nape of his neck to feel him and then the smoothness of his skin as you bring your hands to his face in any attempt to mold you two impossibly closer.
Only when you start to feel your head physically weigh heavier and when you hear the loud whooshing of your blood behind your ears do you force yourself away. Panting, you see Rylandâs eyebrows screwed up. He whines and rests his forhead on your chest: how could you be so cruel as to pull away from him? Ugh. âIâm hard,â he whispers.
You chuckle breathlessly. âWhatâd you say?â
Ryland looks up: the epitome of want and desire and undercover eroticism. âIâm fucking hard.â His hand reaches for yours and he palms the back of your hand. Eyes locked on yours as he brings your hand to the crotch of his pants to make you feel just what you do to him. The way his throat vibrates with a barely withheld whimper when you palm him makes you want to drop his pants right then and there. âY/n.â
An evil glint is in your eyes. âI love when this happens.â
Ryland groans, this time from embarrassment. âI love that you love it but I- it happens so often.â
You exhale a laugh throught your nose as you lean in to kiss him again. âWeâll take care of that, honey.â
Warning: stepcest, pulling out. reader is scared of bridges. or heights. idk take ur pick MDNI
part2
ugh i just know heâs got a vein running up the right side of that dick
How about youre in a car. Your friend picked you and your stepdad up for a beach day, but the car is full. So, your friends pressure you into sitting on your dadâs lap! Nothing weird, you did it when you were younger, right?
So boom youâre in the car, sitting on the far right side. Rylandâs right hand clutches desperately at the handle on the side of the door and the other is wrapped around your stomach, pressing your warm body flush against his chest. Speaking of body, youâre wearing a bikini and a sheer white little coverup: the two colored triangles covering your bouncing tits are both a boon and a threat. Ryland, frankly, is grateful for them being there because if he saw just a little bit more of your skin he would probably do something very unsavoryâŚ
Oh but then comes the bridge. Your shoulders tighten as your friends keep yelling along to the music. Ryland feels you stiffen and he leans forward, a rumbling âwhatâs wrong, kiddo?â He feels a pulsing warmth under his stomach when you say âbridgeâ and turn into him.
âLet me try something, baby, okay?â Ryland asks. When you nod, he inconspicuously pulls his boner from his swim trunks. Thank fuck for your chattering friendsâif they werenât this loud and obnoxious, he doesnât think he would get to do this with his pretty baby. He guides his hardening dick under the short fabric of your cover-up and stalls when he feels the swimsuit bottom at the top of his fist. âThis alright?â
You turn and a wry smile is on your face: youâre fucking scared of bridges, but you know your caring daddy is tryin to make you focus on anything but the fear. âPut your cock in me, daddy,â you whisper teasingly.
Ryland knows youâre being a little shithead, but it doesnât matter because he could make you regret it just be not letting you cum. So he doesnt give you any warning, just lining his cock up with your entrance and pulling you down with out warning. Your molars grind as you try to keep quiet. As you naturally bounce and grind and squirm around from the car, Ryland wraps both arms around your stomach to keep you right where he wants you.
When he pulls out about three minutes before you arrive, youâre relaxed and eased at having came on his cock and feeling his spend warm your thighs after pulling out. You know todayâs going to be a good day, and you hadnât even made it to the beach yet. :p
