time, attention, obsession

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Aah! Thank you so much for enjoying them!! I've been having lots of fun here too 💕✨

Here is a personal headcanon I had playing around in my head and just happened to have been working on owo.

I mentioned in this post [ tomorobo-illust.tumblr.com/post/814965937824464896/see-hi-res-version-here ] that Simon can regenerate body parts now but with side effects. The reason is during the explosion that happened in the canon Iron Lung film, was the same event that caused them to be teleported to the Project Hail Mary universe. During this, the Blood Eel, the seed and Simon fused, both entering his body via his open wounds.

The seed is feeding off of the Blood Eel, keeping them contained and too weak to overpower Simon. However, if the Blood Eel ever dies out, it will start feeding off of Simon next and might end in something similar to the 'Hanahaki Disease' suffering.

it is important to me that the first meeting between simon and the hail mary crew is a bad one

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close ups \/

thinking abt the swapped!au and im not crazy.

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And Ryland, who doesn’t necessarily need the physical attention or affection but doesn’t mind when Simon is very clearly in need of it.

Simon hugs Ryland from behind, wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist and burying his face into his neck. Ryland continues to do whatever he’s occupied with at his desk, even as Simon’s breath begins to deepen and his body presses in closer.

Ryland braces himself on the table as Simon starts to rut into him, grinding so desperately against his ass as he chases the high of his release. Ryland blushes and closes his eyes, allowing Simon this moment of intimacy. He digs his nails into the table as Simon climaxes, an unfamiliar sensation coursing through his own body as the shorter man struggles to catch his breath behind him.

This happens often. Ryland will be preoccupied with a task and Simon will run his hands along Ryland’s body, slipping those strong yet gentle fingers under his shirt as he dry humps Ryland from behind.

Simon is never too invasive with it, never removing clothing or pushing Ryland to do more than he’s comfortable with. It’s a delicate balance. Ryland understands Simon has needs and he’ll never deny him of them. He also can’t deny that he’s starting to enjoy the attention himself.

One night when Simon is obviously in need of physical touch, Ryland turns to him and looks him right in the eyes as he sits up on the table and beckons the other man to come forward.

Simon is front of him within seconds, a look of adoration and insatiable lust in his eyes. Ryland plants a soft kiss on Simon’s lips before grabbing Simon by the waist and pulling him in close. Ryland arches forward, pressing their hips together so Simon can feel Ryland’s own excitement between his legs.

Simon moans so deliciously, his breath ragged and teetering on the edge of animalistic. Ryland wraps his legs around Simon, pulling him in closer. Simon accepts the invitation and pins Ryland to the table before relentlessly grinding into him.

The friction between their clothed bodies is enough to drive them both insane and soon Ryland is cursing and moaning Simon’s name as he climaxes much faster than anticipated.

Simon is quick to follow, panting and groaning so beautifully in Ryland’s ear that Ryland swears he’s going to get off again just from the sound of Simon’s desperation.

They lay together on the table, both red faced and out of breath. Ryland grimaces at the mess in his pants but it’s worth the look of pure satisfaction on Simon’s face when he finally lifts up to meet Ryland’s gaze. They stare at each other for a moment, their breath steadying as they come down from their shared high. Ryland smiles and Simon mirrors it, their lips meeting in a tender and gratifying kiss.

Simon attempts to stand but Ryland pulls him back down, wrapping his arms around Simon’s neck and parting his lips to invite him in further. Simon accepts and slips his tongue over Ryland’s. A moan escapes Ryland’s throat and Simon responds with a thrust of his hips. It isn’t long before they’re back at it again, the table’s hinges squeaking as they dry fuck against its surface.

The way Grace melts into Simon’s fingertips, into his palms. Allowing those strong and calloused hands to slide under the hem of his shirt and make their way slowly and methodically up his sides to the space between his shoulder blades.

Simon is warm, he’s rough, and yet there’s a gentleness in his touch that makes Grace feel safe, like an anchor tethering him to this moment.

Simon presses his nails into Grace’s back as his teeth graze against the hardened muscles along the other man’s neck. When Simon’s canines sink into the supple flesh, Grace lets out a sound he’s never heard himself make before.

It’s ecstasy, it’s pleasure, it’s him finally letting go of all the weight and tension he’s been holding for god knows how long and Simon is more than happy to take that load off him.

They fall into each other like two pieces of a puzzle fall into place. They entangle together, bodies intertwining like a cosmic dance of stars.

yeahhh, they can take care of each other out there ㅠㅅㅠ

my shaylas ( ˃ᯅ˂)

made a matching drawing to my Iron Lung fanart, because to me, they are two sides of the same coin (same side of the coin, imo) they go hand in hand 🤝 also the little kibty is named Felicette! she was the first cat to go to space and come back safely 🥹 she is often forgotten in the history of space travels, and for what she had to go through, i wanted to have her here as well because she deserves it 🧎