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❥・Ryland Grace — cite your sources (nsfw)

❥・tags: nsfw, ryland grace blurb, established relationship, college au, he's so eepy, ryland was SO an arrogant person in college tyty, eater!grace, fingers in mouth, so much praise, mild dumbification (in the sense that he praises you to hell while you go dumb), gn!nicknames (sunshine, baby), gn!reader, no use of y/n

❥・word count: 1255

Ryland’s at your door. It’s barely midnight.

When opened, you see your very tired-looking boyfriend in a wrinkled tee and slouchy pajama pants, glasses hanging haphazardly on one ear.

“What’s the face?” you huff a laugh, stepping aside for him to enter.

“I've been up nearly every night this week adding your edits from our last read-through of my dissertation,” he mumbles, handing you his paper, tossing his glasses onto your desk, and shutting your door behind him.

“‘An Analysis of Water Based Assumptions and Recalibration of Expectations for Evolutionary Models’. You took my edit to make the title more cohesive,” you note, “sounds fancier. Better than ‘Analysis of Water Based Lifeforms’ and whatever whatever,” you mumble, settling onto your bed, already starting to read.

“You’re so… nitpicky,” he huffed in half-frustration and half-appreciation, pressing a quick kiss on your temple.

“Mm. Well, I know how important this paper is, Ry. I want to make sure my edits align with ASM formatting and whatnot. If you think about it, I’m the one struggling, since I’m not familiar with this citation style,” you comment, glancing up from the paper briefly as he settles on standing in front of you.

You don't miss that look in his eyes. You know, the one he has when he’s stressed and tired and oh so pent up.

He leans over you, warm palms pressed on your knees as you read over the abstract of his paper, his eyes tracing your features.

“How’s the paper?” he mumbles quietly, hands running up your thighs slowly.

“Good. Same as before. You didn't make any major edits to the abstract?” You glance up at him again.

“Nothing major, sunshine,” he whispers, one of his hands meeting your shoulder to push you onto your back.

“Do you want me to help you or not?” you huff softly, adjusting your grip on the paper to hold it properly now that you are lying down.

“You’re helping plenty. I just need a little more help,” he says lowly, his voice rumbling in his throat.

His fingers pull on the band of your shorts, a silent request for consent.

You nod. He’s slow with the fabric, pulling it down your legs and tossing the shorts onto your desk chair.

“Just… keep reading,” he mumbles, pressing slow kisses on your inner thighs, his stubble prickling against your skin.

“Ry,” you start, a shuddering sigh escaping your lungs when he licks near your entrance.

“Let me make it worth it, sunshine. I know I'm pushing my paper onto you for no payment. I can… I can help us both,” he whispers, kissing your skin to punctuate his words.

Your eyes flick over the same sentence a few times as he continues kissing and licking between your legs, strained groans rumbling in your chest as you try to focus on the paper.

“You’re so smart. So so helpful to me, baby,” he mumbles against your skin, eyes peeking up from between your legs. His arm reaches up, fingers pushing against your lips.

“Open,” he says softly before giving a slow lick against your sensitive parts.

You shiver at the sensation, parting your lips as he pushes his middle and ring fingers into your mouth.

Your saliva coats his fingers as he continues working his mouth against you, grunting softly against your skin as he feels himself tense up.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, eyes peeking up at you again.

“Breathe,” is all he says before he eases his wet fingers into your entrance.

He continues licking and sucking on your most sensitive parts, fingers working to stretch your entrance.

Your breath becomes shaky as you near your peak, warm cum spurting out as his fingers curl into you. You whine quietly, a small noise in the back of your throat.

“I love when you make that noise, sunshine,” he whispers, licking up any stray beads of cum from your skin.

“Spelling,” you say softly.

“What?” he smiles.

“You have a spelling error. On page 12,” you say slowly, whining quietly when he pulls his fingers out before thrusting them back in quickly.

“Ah, okay. Mark it for me, baby?” he hums before returning between your legs to draw out another orgasm.

“Yeah, I um…” You start feeling spacey as he gets a good rhythm going.

“Pen, or… something,” you huff quietly, finally settling on dog-earing the page. You continue reading to the best of your abilities while your boyfriend is trying his hardest to make you cum on his tongue again.

Ryland’s winning.

You buck your hips against his face, earning a quiet grunt and a gentle shove of your hips back onto the mattress as his fingers pump faster.

“The um, the grammar. In this… this sentence,” you stammer, fingers gripping the paper tightly as he pushes you over the edge again.

“Mm, yeah?” his voice rumbles against your sensitive skin, causing your legs to shake as your cum coats his tongue again.

“The- the sentence. It flows weird,” you say slowly, whimpering softly as you push the last of your cum out.

“Does it?” he hums softly, standing from his spot on the floor, still slightly bent over to keep his fingers warm inside you.

You nod, eyes outlining his bulge as he pulls his pants off. You've missed this. Him. He’s been so busy with his dissertation; it's been the only reason you've seen him in the past few weeks.

“You're doing so good right now,” he mumbles softly, stroking himself with his free hand while the other one pumps into you slowly.

“So smart, reading and correcting my paper. Even when you’re not in my major or familiar with the citation style. So so smart, baby,” he whispers, pulling his fingers out.

“What page are you on now, sunshine?” he says softly, adjusting himself to line up with your entrance.

You stammer out “something-teen”, a quiet moan cutting off your words as he pushes himself into you.

“Such a fast reader,” he says slowly, guiding your legs to hook around him.

“How many mistakes have you found so far, baby?” Ryland whispers into your ear as he rocks his hips ever so slowly into yours, grinding deep into you.

You mumble something of an answer, not quite coherent, as his hips roll into yours, painstakingly slow.

“Didn’t quite catch that,” he mumbles softly, licking the skin of your neck.

Rather than words, all Ryland gets from you are soft gasps and moans.

“C'mon, baby. I need some feedback on my paper. Don't you want to help me?” His teeth graze your skin, earning a quiet sigh from you.

You nod slowly, eyes drifting from the paper to the ceiling as you reach your peak again, legs clasping tightly around his waist.

“Sunshine,” he mumbles softly, lifting his head from the crook of your neck, breath hitching slightly as he helps you ride out your high.

You whine softly in response, earning a huff from your boyfriend.

“C’mon… use your words for me,” he whispers, peppering kisses on your jawline.

Slow, steady rolls of his hips continue. Soft praises and featherlight kisses litter the silence as your senses slowly drift to focus solely on him.

You don’t know how long he’s been going at it until you feel the familiar sensation of a cold towel wiping you down.

“You did so good for me, sunshine. And you got about halfway through the paper this time. Good job,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your temple.

❥・a/n: the way i would freak this man ,, consider mr staggering waste of carbon had an ego in college bc hes j soooo smart tyvm ,, love yall and stay safe !! <3

Find part 1 here

Your heart hasn’t stopped racing since Ryland caught you spilling out your desires for him. That is how you find yourself standing right next to him as he unlocks the door to his apartment. The Ryland whose touch used to be so light until yesterday now keeps a firm grip on your fingers, twisting the key into the lock with his free hand. It clicks open. Ryland pushes the door, and you follow him inside.

The moment you enter his apartment, the door begins to swing shut. Ryland lets go of your hand only to turn to you. He walks into your space, forcing you to step backwards until your back thumps against the closed door.

You look up, meeting his eyes as he towers over you. A focused intensity has stayed in his gaze ever since he told you to “use your words” waiting until you let out a broken “yes” before he tugged you out of the cafe and straight to his apartment. You are unsure of what to expect, you’ve never seen him like this. A wave of thrill passes through you at the anticipation of what is to come.

His hands reach for either side of your waist. His grip is soft. “You want this, right?” he asks, his voice dropping.

The heat radiating from his body is overwhelming. His face rests just inches from yours, but he patiently waits for you to answer.

“I want you” you whisper.

The softness in his gaze flashes into something different. He pushes himself deeper into your space, pressing his frame against yours until you are backed completely against the door. Not wasting another second, he leans down to kiss you.

He has kissed you many times before. The feel of his lips is entirely familiar, but the way he is kissing you right now is completely foreign. The usual hesitant press of his mouth is replaced by a firm, demanding pressure. It lasts barely a few seconds before his lips part, prompting yours to do the same. He moves one hand to cup your jaw, tilting your head back against the door as his tongue slides into your mouth.

Your breath hitches in your throat. His tongue brushes against yours, swirling inside your mouth. Not only is he kissing the absolute soul out of you, but he presses his front against yours, eliciting a soft moan from your throat.

He pulls his lips back, but only by a fraction of an inch. “You wanted my tongue down your throat, yeah, babe?” His words are spoken against your mouth.

Your hands brace around his arms, your stomach flips. Before you can form a single word in response, he gently nips your bottom lip between his teeth, letting go when you gasp. His thumb coaxes your jaw back slightly, and his lips drag a wet path down to your neck. He pauses, sucking against the underside of your jawline.

“Want me to have my way with you against a wall, yeah?” he rasps against your collarbone.

“Ry...” A broken sound leaves your mouth. You are incapable of forming a proper sentence.

“Fuck” you breath out, feeling the sudden pressure of his teeth against your skin, the back of your head thumps lightly against the door. “Didn’t think you’d have all these thoughts, baby” His hands brush along the hem of your top before sliding underneath, making contact with your bare skin. You inhale sharply at the contrast of his slightly cold fingertips. He raises his head, his blue eyes level with yours.

“I was nervous” he admits. His hands caress your sides gently, his thumb tracing your ribs. “I didn't want to risk crossing a line” His voice soft and sincere.

Your heart flips at how sweet he is. It hits you that he was never awkward for a lack of desire, but because he was holding himself back to ensure your comfort.

“But hearing you say all those things...all the things I want to do, the things I’ve been waiting to do to you...” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours, “you could’ve just told me, instead of ranting to a friend who can’t really do anything to help you”

There it goes again. Your breathing, which had just barely returned to normal, spikes again.

“Didn’t want to freak you out” you mutter.

He lets out a low chuckle, “‘M not freaked out. You know that, right?”

“Mhm...now I do” you say, looking into his eyes.

The corner of his mouth quirks up into a smirk. “Aren’t you gonna rip the jacket off of me?” he asks, his eyes darting down to your mouth.

Your fingers twitch at the back of his neck.

“Come on...” he urges. His hands leave your sides, coming up to grasp your wrists. He gently leads your hands to the front opening of his jacket, “Thought I was supposed to be the shy one”

If your heart wasn’t hammering inside your chest, you would think you are dreaming. This is the exact same boyfriend you were just venting about. Taking a steadying breath, you slide your fingers onto the lapels of his jacket, gripping the fabric and pushing it off his shoulders. His arms move to shrug out of the sleeves, letting it drop to the floor. It feels good to finally strip it off him.

“‘Kay. You gonna let me have my way with you now?” He tugs lightly at the hem of your top, but he does not pull it over your head just yet. He is asking, refusing to make the move until you give him the green light.

You hum, far too lost in this side of him to formulate a word.

“Nope” He huffs, his fingers losing their grip on the fabric.

You open your mouth to retort, to tell him that he started this, that he cannot possibly leave you hanging like this, when his hand reaches for your face. His fingers tip your chin up, forcing you to look right into his eyes behind his lenses.

“We’re gonna try again” he whispers, “you’ll give me a verbal confirmation, because I won’t ask again, okay, baby?”

There is absolutely no way your nervous boyfriend is making your toes curl this much using nothing but his words. You let out a shaky, “Yes” against his lips.

“Yes what, baby?” His index finger lightly taps your cheek, demanding the rest.

You suddenly wish you could go back to the moment you called him awkward and tentative, because right now, he is making it difficult to even breathe. You gulp, “Yes, I want you to have your way with me right here, please”

His lips stretch into a knowing smile, “Good girl”

Fuck, you think, your mind short-circuiting. Before you can even process the phrase, he seals your lips with his. His tongue traces your teeth as it enters your mouth, muffling the surprised noise that slips from your throat. His hips press forward, letting you feel his bulge through his jeans. He groans into your tongue as you clutch at his shirt.

You have never heard him make a sound like that before. The noise is thrilling enough that you feel yourself growing wetter. His fingers trail down from where they were tangled in your hair, sliding along your skin until they reach the hem of your top again. In one quick motion, he pulls back from your mouth and pulls the shirt over your head, discarding it carelessly over his jacket.

His fingers work with sudden speed to unbutton his own shirt, letting it fall onto the growing heap on the floor. His mouth immediately latches onto the exposed skin beneath your collarbone, his lips trailing a hot, wet path downwards.

Your eyes flutter shut. Your fingers blindly trace a path to the waistband of his jeans. Before you can even begin to undo the button, his hands reach down. His bigger hands trap yours, stopping you.

“I’m having my way, babe” he murmurs against your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “You can have your chance later, but right now, I’m gonna do what I want” His lips move to the valley of your breasts. “And you’re gonna take it”

He finishes the sentence just as his tongue licks a path across your skin, followed by a gentle nip. An involuntary whine leaves your mouth, and you can feel his smile spread against your skin. He pushes you firmly back against the door. The cold surface makes you gasp, but he is already too busy focusing on your breasts. He moves from one to the other, giving them equal, agonising attention. His warm mouth envelops your nipples, his tongue flicking over them until soft, breathless moans spill out of you.

Your fingers desperately grab at the dark blonde strands at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly and making him let out a shuddering sound. His fingers slide all the way down your body, finding the zipper of your pants and slowly pulling it down, you step out of them until you are left exposed.

He straightens up towering over you again. You look up, your breath catching. The glasses you fantasised about are perched on the bridge of his nose. He looks a little wrecked, his messy blonde hair sticking up where your fingers just clutched it, his chest heaving, but the look behind those lenses is focused as he looks at you with adoration. He is tracking the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

“Look at you” he murmurs, his voice a low rasp. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, not pulling them down yet, “Your heart rate is elevated. Classic biological arousal”

“Ry, please...” you gasp, your knees shaking from the slow friction of his thumbs rubbing circles against your hip.

“I’m just stating facts, baby” he whispers, leaning down until his lips brush against your earlobe. “You wanted me to talk science to you, remember?” He slides his hand lower, his fingers moving the fabric of your underwear aside, slipping to find the heat between your thighs. You let out a choked whimper as his fingers move along your slick skin. “Increase in fluids. You’re perfectly prepared for me” He dips a finger inside of you.

The contrast of the cold door against your back and the pressure of him adding another finger is making your mind hazy. You struggle to keep your voice down as his fingers curl into you.

He pulls his hand away, leaving you whining for more. He doesn’t waste a second. With a swift motion, he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down along with his underwear. He pushes your underwear down your legs as well. He grips your thighs, easily lifting you off your feet. You wrap your legs around his waist, your hands locking behind his neck to steady yourself.

His glasses slide down his nose a fraction of an inch from the movement, and he peers right over the frames at you, the exact look you described to your friend.

“We’re a closed system” he whispers, his breath warm against your mouth.

With one thrust, he pushes himself inside you.

The sensation is so overwhelming that a broken sob breaks from your lips. Ryland groans loud against your mouth, his eyes shutting for a brief second as his body adjusts to the tight heat of you.

He begins to move, lifting you slightly with every upward thrust against the door. The wood rattles behind you with the force of his movements, but his grip on your hips is tight. There is no trembling, no second-guessing. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Ryland…oh my God, Ry-” you slurr, your fingers digging into his shoulders, completely helpless.

“The distance” he pants, his forehead resting against yours, his glasses slightly touching your brow, “the distance between us being zero...the gravitational pull is absolute”

His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, grunting as his thrusts lose the careful movement, turning hard, and desperate.

“Experiencing overload” he rasps, his teeth catching your bottom lip as he hits the perfect angle inside you.

Your fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer as the pressure tightens in your abdomen. You are consumed by him, by the heat, by the wood against your back, and the relentless rhythm of his hips.

“Ry...I’m gonna-”

“I’ve got you” he groans, his glasses fogging slightly as his breath hitches. He hitches your legs higher up his waist, as he thrusts in deep, holding himself there, “Let it go, baby”

Your vision goes blur, your walls clenching around him as you let go.

Ryland lets out a broken sound that vibrates through your chest. His body goes rigid against yours. He shudders burying himself as deep as he can go inside you as he releases, his length pulsing against your core.

For some time, the only sound in the entryway is the frantic breathing.

Slowly, Ryland rests his forehead against your shoulder, his chest heaving. He doesn’t slide out of you, choosing instead to keep you hooked around his waist, resting his weight against you and the door.

He takes a shaky breath, and when he finally pulls back to look at you, his glasses are slightly crooked on his nose. His lips stretch in a dazed smile.

Like maybe their relationship is still fresh and new and things are still awkward between them too

Hi Anon! First of all, if you didn’t know already, I love you! Your brain is amazing for coming up with this. I love this so much, it’s hilarious, and I can picture Ryland making that exact face😂😂Thank you for sending this in! I had fun expanding on this-

You’ve been seeing Ryland for a few months now. It’s going well - well, in the fragile, careful way a relationship goes in its initial phase. He is sweet, constantly trying to be a “good boyfriend” but you can practically see the gears turning in his head as he overthinks every single move. Not that you’re any better. Terrified of overwhelming him, you purposely keep your affection to a minimum.

When you kiss, he spends the first ten seconds worrying over where his hands should be. Most of the time they just hover awkwardly in the air. Only after you murmur a soft, “Relax, Ry” do his palms finally settle on your face or your waist. Even then, you can feel the slight, nervous tremble in his fingertips. You internally sigh every single time. You just want him to let go. You want him to take control.

Because, honestly, have you seen him? He is a ridiculously pretty sight. He has messy, dark-blonde hair and blue eyes framed by glasses that might as well be useless with the way he constantly peers over them. All of his awkwardness and doubt only vanish when he rambles about his science classes, or how much he loves teaching the kids but absolutely despises parent-teacher meetings.

Which brings you to now. You are sitting at a corner table in a quiet cafe, waiting for him. He texted a few minutes ago saying he’ll be slightly late. You don’t mind the wait, especially because your phone rings right after. It’s your best friend, calling to catch up.

“So, how are things with Ryland?” your friend asks after you finish swapping general life updates.

Your heart does a little flutter at the mere mention of his name. You sigh, leaning back in your chair. “It’s going really well” you say.

But your friend starts asking more digging, playful questions, and the dam breaks.

“He’s just so shy, you know? Well, not shy in a typical way, just incredibly awkward” you vent, dropping your voice to a whisper, “he kisses me so tentatively. God, I wish he would just stick his tongue down my throat without a care”

That would have been fine. That is surface-level venting. But now that you’ve started, the word vomit will not stop.

“Oh my God, and his hands” you continue, “they’re so feathery light when he touches me. How hard would it be for him to just push me against a wall and have his way with me?!” You don’t wait for your friend’s reaction.

“And those glasses of his! He looks so hot in them, but honestly? He’d look even better with those glasses on while he’s between my legs” You take a sharp breath, “And the rambling! I love it, I really do, but I can’t help but imagine him talking science to me while he fucks me. And the damn jackets he always wears, I just want to rip them right off of him, I mean seriousl-”

You stand up, intending to walk over to the counter to finally order your coffee. But the moment you spin around, the world comes to a sudden halt.

Ryland is standing right behind your chair.

He heard you. He heard every single word of the filthy thoughts you have about him.

Your heart rate shoots up. Your stomach drops instantly. It’s exactly like the terrifying feeling on a rollercoaster right before the drop, except the drop itself isn’t the scary part, it’s this agonising realisation of what’s coming.

Your eyes widen in horror. You frantically hit the red button on your screen, cutting your friend off mid-sentence, and shove the phone away.

Your eyes lock onto Ryland. Behind the very glasses you just fantasised about, his blue eyes are wide and unblinking. His lips are parted in shock. He doesn’t even seem to be breathing.

Did you actually break the man?

Mortification burns through your chest. He was already so awkward around you, and now you have mentally scarred him.

“Uh...” You force your throat to work, your voice trembling, “Ry?”

He is completely frozen. No blinking. No movement.

Fuck, you swear internally. Braving the awkwardness, you step closer into his space. Your fingers reach out, lightly brushing against the fabric of the jacket he’s wearing. Oh my God, you realise with a wave of panic, I didn’t even leave the jacket out of it.

“Hey. Ry” you whisper again, putting a tiny bit of pressure on his sleeve.

A sharp inhale hitches in his chest. He finally blinks, suddenly snapped out of whatever psychological trauma you just inflicted on him. Now, he starts blinking rapidly, his chest heaving as his brain tries to process the data.

“Ryland, I’m so sorry” you rush out, your face completely flushed, “can you hear me?”

A small, barely audible, “Huh?” squeaks out of him.

“I...” he starts, his throat straining, “uh. That was...”

The brilliant school teacher, the man who can lecture seamlessly for hours about the universe, is incapable of forming a basic sentence.

“I’m so sorry, Ry. That was just...I was just talking nonsense” you trail off, desperate for an escape the embarrassment, “can we...can we just forget it? Please?”

Ryland swallows hard. The frantic blinking stops. His eyes fixate on yours, a strange, focus suddenly replacing his shock.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, finally finding his voice.

Your breath hitches. You feel the heat radiating off your own cheeks, “No, um-I mean, it’s just-”

“Hey” He cuts you off. The stutter is gone, “Be honest with me. It’s alright”

Your heart is beating so loudly that you are positive he can hear it in the cafe. When the silence stretches and you still can’t find a lie convincing enough to save yourself, Ryland takes a slow step forward.

The nervous hesitation is gone. His hand moves with deliberation, his fingers wrapping around yours. There is no tremble in his fingertips this time. None at all.

He leans down slightly, his eyes locking onto yours behind his lenses.

“Just tell me” he whispers, his voice dropping into a low tone that sends a shiver straight down your spine, “use your words”

Ryland is wide-eyed, limp-tailed, and falling over his own two feet.

He doesn’t know how he got himself into this, doesn’t think he can keep his feelings dormant after this, after a favor you made with no regard of how it may land in mind.

(“Would you kiss me?”

“What?”

“Just haven’t had my first kiss yet, and I wanna get it over with. And, I trust you. You’ve kissed people before so you must know how, and it doesn’t have to be anything weird between us. No feelings or anything.”

“Uh, I mean, if you really want to, I mean… yeah. I can—we can do that.”)

How could you not think of how your kissing him may land in the rubble of feelings Ryland had tried to keep hidden. Still, there is fault in him. Because while surprised, he was not unwilling to partake.

Because Ryland had ‘feelings or anything’

Ryland was getting ready to leave for school. “I'll see you later, baby” he said, adjusting his tie and leaning down to press a kiss to your lips like he did every day.

The moment his lips touched yours, the thick, slick product transferred to his lips. The warm scent of vanilla filled his senses, making him pull back slightly.

“Is this a new lip balm?” he asked, his eyes dropping from your eyes to your mouth. You hummed in response, “Yeah, I bought it recently”

While he was used to kissing you with lip balm on, you had never used a flavoured one before.

“M’kay” he muttered. He dipped back down to kiss you properly, his grip on your face tightening as he tasted the vanilla. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip. Usually, your morning parting kisses were quick because he had to rush out on his bike to reach school on time. Today, however, he lingered. He kept moving his lips against yours, lost in the feel of your mouth as the vanilla mixed with the lingering taste of coffee on his tongue.

For the rest of the day, he couldn't stop kissing you. He kept finding excuses to steal a quick peck, or better yet, pull you into a proper kiss. You were literally just existing, and the man was all over you, constantly leaning in with a quick, “Lemme just...” before pulling you into a smooch. You had to reapply the lip balm dozens of times because half of what you applied ended up on his lips, or directly into his system because he kept licking it off.

A few days later, he kissed you expecting that familiar vanilla flavour he had grown to love. Instead, a sweet, fruity scent hit him just before his lips landed on yours. He made a muffled noise against your mouth before pulling back, his tongue darting out to taste his own lips.

“It’s different” he whispered.

“What?” you asked.

“The flavour” he replied, “It’s not vanilla”

“It’s peach” you informed him.

His gaze dropped to your lips, noticing the sheer, light nude tint.

“‘S nice” he murmured. He leaned in to kiss you again, his tongue brushing the corner of your mouth. A tiny amount of the balm transferred to his tongue before it entered your mouth and he deepened the kiss. When he finally pulled back, you raised your hand to his face, your fingers gently wiping away the excess product smeared below his lips.

“If this keeps up, I'm going to run out of this balm way too soon” you teased.

“You have more than one, so it's fine” he said softly with a small smile.

The next few days went exactly the same way, with Ryland kissing you insistently as if he had absolutely no control over himself.

Then came the day you chose a new flavour - cherry, which left a sheer, slight red tint on your lips. Ryland noticed the difference immediately. The day went on as usual, except Ryland kept cutting you off in the middle of your sentences just to kiss you. Sometimes, his tongue would brush your lips before his actual mouth even touched yours, making you gasp into the kiss.

You were looking at your phone, “Hey, Ry, about dinner, I was thinking-”

He suddenly stepped into your space, and captured your lips in a deep, needy kiss, devouring your mouth like he was trying to taste every drop of it. When he finally pulled back just enough to breathe, he murmured against your lips, “Sorry for interrupting you, babe”

You blinked, breathless, a little flush spreading across your cheeks, “It’s fine, but as I was saying-”

He leaned right back down, cutting you off again. His hands found your waist to pull you against him. Yeah, he’s not sorry in the slightest.

Another day brought another flavour - caramel. It amused him because he wasn't eating any toffee, yet he kept getting the sugary taste of it directly from your mouth. This flavour made him nip at your bottom lip a lot as if he were eating actual toffee.

One morning, you were getting ready for the day and reached out to grab whichever tube your fingers landed on first. Ryland, who was tucking his shirt into his jeans, suddenly stopped you.

“Baby, can you...” he trailed off. His eyes were trained on the peach lip balm in your hand, “Can you use the cherry one today?”

You paused, processing his words, before a slow smile spread across your face, “Oh, do you like the cherry one, Ry?” you teased.

A light blush spread across his cheeks, and he finally forced himself to look into your eyes, "Uh, n-no, nothing like that. It just...” He stumbled over his words, trying to find an excuse, “It just tastes the best out of all of them” he managed to say.

You laughed softly, switching the peach tube for the cherry one, “You know, you could just use it on yourself, right?”

He stepped closer to you the second you finished applying it, wrapping his arms around you, “Won't taste as good as it does from you” he murmured, before leaning down to kiss you.

—

His hands slip under your hoodie. It is actually his hoodie, but you wear it every month when your period starts because it makes you feel cozy. His palms touch your bare skin, gently rubbing your stomach and sides. Your muscles tense up for a second from a cramp, but they quickly relax under his warm, soothing touch. It brings you quick relief and distracts you from the pain.

He whispers sweet things against your skin between kisses. "You feeling okay, baby?" he asks, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. You gasp as another sharp cramp hits, and your hips lift off the bed. Ryland gently holds your hips and guides you back down onto the pillow. "It's okay. Just relax f’me" he soothes. "It hurts so much today" you whisper, closing your eyes tightly. "I know, honey. Let me take care of you" he replies, kissing the corner of your mouth.

His fingers trail slowly across your stomach "Does this help? The pressure right here?". "Yes" you sigh, letting your body sink into the mattress. "So soft and perfect" he whispers, his fingers pressing for emphasis.

A sudden sharp cramp makes you pull tightly on his hair. Ryland groans softly, but the pull doesn't hurt him. Instead, it makes him want to comfort you even more. "I've got you" he murmurs, kissing you more deeply. He rubs your stomach gently, filling your senses with his love. Soon, the only thing you can focus on is his warm affection, and the pain of your cramps begins to fade away.

authors note: a few things i think about while i should be working. just my opinion :)

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✩ rarely ever gets sick but is the biggest baby when he does. he becomes sooo bratty and you have to try not to laugh at him so he doesn’t start whining.

✩ has a hard time falling asleep but once you two move in together, cannot fathom the idea of going to bed without you right next to (on top of) him.

✩ has perpetually sweaty hands, so interlocks your pinkies when walking together.

✩ an amazing gift giver but terrible at keeping them a surprise. will get you something and immediately have to give it to you because he’s too excited.

✩ you could be mid conversation, and you see his brows furrow, and he takes the glasses off your face, cleans them on his shirt, then places them back on your face while actively listening and engaging with you.

✩ has his go to pet names but loves to call you cringey things on purpose to get a reaction out of you.

✩ going off the last one, huge rage baiter!! especially, if you’re dating him. he loves to tease you, get all condescending, just to see you get a little bit sassy and annoyed. cause it kinda turns him on. but will begin to apologize profusely if he feels like he’s gone too far

✩ will book club books with you so he can spend time with you.

✩ will learn to braid your hair so he can run his fingers through it.

✩ will randomly start singing a song if you say a phrase that reminds him of one. and he has a song for everything.

me rn actively going through it

rocky would be pissed about how poorly humans are designed, bc what do you mean the blood that's meant to keep your heart pumping also just leaks out for a week every month? where is the spare blood? why haven't humans evolved past this?

and it hurts too? this is bad engineering. why can't humans just open their carapace like eridians and remove the waste material? oh because they'd die? great. incredible work, god.

i made a grace plush, the petition is up on acggoods! please read through the infographic on the page before you pledge ^_^

in which you fall victim to a giant spider and its many, many, many children

aaa hello,,! pls enjoy another drabble type thing feat another scenario i think abt sometimes and have. very normal feelings abt i. promise

~2.6k words, cw: tickling (sfw but with kink in mind + slightly intense), lee!reader, inhuman/monster!ler, multiple lers, teeny tiny lers, stuck in place, spiders, nearly full body tickling (stomach, bellybutton, chest, neck, ears, back of knees, etc)