in love

Ryland Grace had already had his fair share of alien life when Rocky’s space ship had created a tunnel to his. He’d almost risked his life taking off his space suit in said tunnel that was (yet known) perfectly attuned to his need for oxygen. He'd built a whole voice system for said alien and was now actively communicating with him. It was a perfect coincidence that they had mutual star saving plans.

When he was barely starting to grow comfortable with the idea of the giant, spider-like rock alien being that seemed to also be a great sculptor, he found flashes of neon light emitting through the darkness of the outside. The neon glow refracted through the few windows that were around, bathing the inside with streaks of pink and blue hues.

Object Approaching, the system of the Hail Mary echoed out.

‘Shoot.' Rocky had either become a magical girl or…something else was going horribly wrong. 

Pausing his laptop camera from the vlog he was making as part of what he planned to send to Earth about his alien life findings, he quickly jogged to one of the nearby windows, the lights seeming to have stopped flashing as vibrantly. 

Object Approaching. 

The Hail Mary shook for a moment, something that Ryland had to admit, he was a bit nervous about. Whatever it was, could also affect Rocky's ship.

The system seemed to stop beeping, and the Hail Mary seemed rather stable.

“It stopped.” He stated, half haphazardly fixing his glasses onto his face, which truthfully weren’t entirely fixed at all.

Foreign Entity Detected.

“Wo-WOAH!” Ryland found himself almost falling backwards as he turned around and saw a mix of a female human and alien-like creature. The eyes seemed bulging, almost like a bug, and- hold on a moment.

Did this alien have gogo boots and voluminously flipped hair?

What he was looking at seemed straight out of a high budget 60s sci-fi film, ala Barberella.

He was sure he was going to die now…killed by an overly stylish alien with bug eyes…That, or he’d get some weird alien eggs down his throat.

As he slowly backed away, he had to think that this would likely be the worst way to die. And it wasn't even on the top 10 list of possible ways to die in space.

But to be fair, what he was seeing was everything but possible or scientific at all!

The alien-woman seemed to be analyzing him before speaking what sounded like a mix of screeching, humming, gibberish, then something close to Eridian, before landing on some languages he could somewhat understand. The words sounded slightly robotic, like the voice system he had used to give Rocky a voice.

He didn't know whether to be entirely creeped out, or decide to accept his fate like he had with Rocky.

“Верно, человек…그럴 수도 있습니다…beaucoup de, languages…”

“English!” He yelled, his hands going to his head. “You can speak English.” 

Was it good or bad that an alien had the technology to speak more than one non-human and human language? He wasn’t sure how much his brain could take, but it was even more surprising when the alien-woman removed what he didn’t realize were goggles from her face.

So the alien creature didn’t have bug eyes afterall…

It actually looked much more human without them, so he made a mental checklist to make sure she didn't have a hidden third eye. But nope, all human features were there, eyes (which appeared to have a twinkle of stardust in them, something he noticed in the one lens actually at his eye), nose, lips, the whole nine yards. 

A very human-like alien. 

Which surprised him considering Rocky was like…well, a rock.

With an all too enthusiastic tone, the woman finally spoke. “Hello Earthling! I am Zzzhhzshhhhhhhhajsnjeeeeeeee.” 

Ryland was almost as surprised as when Rocky had shared his Eridian name, which seemed just as complicated and had been simplified to match his level of ‘Earthling’ naming system. 

“What is your name?” Zzzhhzshhhhhhhhajsnjeeeeeeee asked back.

Ryland inhaled deeply, his mind was entirely too confused as to what was happening. But the creature also seemed safe. 

She spoke English! And was wearing go-go boots for Christ’s sake! 

He had to have some level of trust in her. Alien eggs had yet to become a threat.

“Errr, I’m Ryland. Ryland Grace.” He was able to take a few steps of courage towards her, the light seemed to catch her skin as he moved, and he had to admit it was rather breathtaking how the freckles on your skin seemed to sparkle. “Do you…do you mind if I just call you y/n?”

You smiled even more enthusiastically, “I’ve never had an Earthling name! Sure, I would love that.”

Before he processed it, you began snooping around his ship. 

Floating. As if you had control as gravity.

You were pressing buttons that were making him rather nervous. “Woah! Woah! Let’s not press any buttons, please. How are you doing that?” He watched as you floated seamlessly throughout the ship, just slightly above the floor. He was a bit jealous considering he had crashed into a lot of things when he was in the ship at 0 gravity. On his feet, he still almost struggled to catch up to you as you explored the cockpit.

“Your space ship is rather old-fashioned don’t you think?” More buttons were going click clack under your gloved fingers, and thankfully, the Hail Mary didn't fully break down by any misclicks. You seemed to be messing with the lights, mostly. And to be fair, Ryland knew little of what most of the buttons did anyways.

“I actually think it’s rather…new?” He asked, not sounding too sure. He guessed your planet was also much more advanced than earth. This would be to you what the first space ship was to modern Earth science.

He followed you as you continued exploring.

You were now in the Don’t Go Crazy room, the giant LEDs were on a beach scene, and you were captivated by the way the water went back and forth. “How marvelous! Earthlings are slowly advancing.” He could only assume that whatever planet you were from, they had this as a part of every room.

“Yes, yes very slowly. Now, will you go a little slower too?” His hands caught one of your arms as you were now snooping around his lab, touching things you really shouldn't.

Unlike a regular human, you felt slightly under temperature. Your skin was cool against his and smooth. He almost had to force himself out of his thoughts- he’d grown rather touch starved after being alone for so long, but too much precious work was in the lab for him to fully allow you to roam free. While he wasn’t one to put his hands on anyone, ever, you seemed like a bundle of energy, too much potential that he needed to contain.

“Okay, okay Grace.” You finally slowed down, taking a seat in a nearby chair once he let go of your arm. 

Did you think his last name was his first? He chose to move on from it.

“You must be shocked Grace! I saw the energy surge on the space map in my spaceship and found the Eridian ship as well as yours. You must be on a mission to the star not affected by the star-eater, is that correct?”

He listened rather intently, nodding to your question. Knowing Rocky was also on a mission to save his planet, he wasn’t surprised that another being was on the same mission. Not exactly a coincidence when all the stars were dying because of the astrophage.

“Astrophage, that’s what we are calling the star-eater. We call that star Tau Ceti. The astrophage is a micro-organism that converts stellar radiation into mass and energy.” He explained, watching her to see if she might know something he didn’t. She seemed like a highly intelligent alien life.

“Yes! I saw that in my information book.” She said, clicking a non-exsistent button on her silver cuff, a holographic keyboard showed up as well as what looked like notes. All in an alien language he didn’t know. You were typing away, seeming to be adding the information he’d said to the notes already there. 

“Is there anything else in your…information book?” He was rather curious to know what else you knew, surely an alien species with such technology would've figured something that he hadn't by now.

“My team back home said Tau Ceti might have a predator that can control the astrophage.” 

The cogs seemed to click in Rylands head. He had to control his excitement. With this information, he and Rocky could totally save their stars. 

“How…how did you find this information.?” He watched you found amusement spinning around in the chair.

“Well, I didn't find this out. My team sent me to find out what the predator was, but you see, I am only a five-star double-rated astro navigatrix from the planet Erixth. Not exactly what you would call a scientist. So I looked for someone else to help! And thank my stars I found you!” Floating to his eye level, you reached to fix his glasses. It seemed to bother you that they refused to stay on his face. Your cool touch made him blink a little longer than necessary. 

He knew very little of what it meant to be a “double rated astro navigatrix”, but he assumed it would be, in simple terms, a pilot. 

“Our star is also dying, but we have plenty of time. I thought I could help other life forms that could help me, and also help them if they needed to save theirs more pressingly than us.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you’re basically our intergalactic help?” He gave a crooked smile, despite your unforeseen appearance, it seemed the universe had brought a pilot, a scientist, and an engineer together to save the galaxy.

Talk about written in the stars.

You beamed stars at him, literally, as you smiled. An alien stardust burst from your eyes as you smiled.

“Yes! That’s exactly it… I can definitely help in your old-time ship!” 

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From there, it seemed Ryland’s space life turned upside down. In many ways he was rather grateful to have a form of life near him that spoke his language and Rocky’s.

You’d specified that you were not a scientist “as humans would call it” and were more so a star navigator. Your pilot skills helped him figure out the ins and outs of the Hail Mary. 

Your advanced technology had also helped him immensely as you three hypothesized about the astrophage and what your plan would be when you went to Tau Ceti to retrieve a sample of the possible predator to the astrophage.

He was also grateful you were someone that he could actually touch. 

Ryland was almost a bit guilty of just how much he enjoyed having you around. Obviously, he loved having Rocky around too but Rocky had to stay inside his own sphere for the safe of surviving outside of his environment. While that boundary was amazing to science, it was also a barrier he wished didn’t have to be a thing.

You, on the other hand, were fleshy. Fleshy in a very good way. Your retro futuristic latex space gear didn’t help at all. Rather, it emphasized your figure. Ryland often became very aware of your presence when you were beside him and wore such things. 

When you worked together and your hands happened to brush, he would feel a slight jolt. His own body seemed to be surprised at the fact that you weren’t warm blooded yet also enjoyed the feeling of it a little too much. It felt more like the distant memory of the San Francisco rain, cool to the touch.

More often than not, you also couldn’t help but fix his glasses on his face. 

“Grace, can you even see when your sight glass is out of place?” Your smooth and shimmery hands would instinctively move to adjust them. Your hands would slightly graze his face and he'd find himself wanting more.

He knew it was entirely wrong to feel the way he did. Especially when you were an alien.

Would you put eggs into his body? Did your planet even have a way of breeding? Were babies just incubated in a high tech lab? 

As a microbiologist, he found extreme curiosity to know such things. But for the sake of his ego, he refused to ask…until you did.

“Grace, how exactly do Earthlings reproduce?”

Ryland had to freeze as he was looking into the microscope. Suddenly the astrophage didn’t seem so interesting. As he blankly stared at the black particles, he wasn't thinking about anything related to astrophage or the dying stars in the galaxy.

Instead, he used his brain power to think over his words very carefully. Mostly because the way he was currently thinking was very morally grey, professionally speaking.

“Actually, I’m curious how your species reproduce.” He pried his eyes away from the microscope, and peeled his gloves off his hands, which suddenly had become sweaty. 

When he remembered the outfit you were wearing he started to deeply regret even looking away from the microscope.

One of your legs was crossed over the other, showing off your silver boots and blue tights. Your primary “gear” (as you called it) of choice was a silver jumpsuit. Which was entirely too short to match his idea of what a typical jumpsuit looked like.

While Ryland didn’t think of himself as wild enough to particularly care for the material of the jumpsuit itself, it was more so the fact that the latex seemed to fit perfectly skintight to your body. The color also perfectly matched the shimmers in your skin that you just looked too, magical. 

A man of science he was, sure. But deep down he thanked his lucky stars for making you out of their stardust. Entirely too perfect to be real.

“Well, our species phased out the old ways of reproduction. We just incubate our eggs in labs and use manual DNA sequencing.” You said, overly casual at the idea of growing alien babies in labs. Ryland choked up at that.

“Oh- interesting.” He chuckled nervously. ‘Guess that confirms the egg theory.’ He didn’t know if he should feel proud that humans were able to guess that about aliens accurately. Actually, manual DNA sequencing to create life sounded rather interesting.

But your question remained, and he didn't want to be rude and push it away out of his own embarrassment.

“Er- humans, they have reproductive organs. Basically…” He’d given sex ed in the past, to children. Yet he somehow found it extremely difficult to do so with an alien woman. He ignored the warmth rising to his face as he began to explain. “The male sperm fertilizes the female egg, which then becomes an embryo, which over the course of nine months grows into a fetus and then a human baby is born.”

Very scientific, very biological. Perfect.

It seemed that wasn’t enough to please you, you wanted to understand more.

“So they fertilize in a lab?”

“No-no…it’s called uh- intercourse. Humans have intercourse.”

You tilted your head to the side. An act that was too cute and had Ryland’s cock growing harder in his sweats.

“It’s…an act where human males insert their reproductive organs into a woman’s. The sperm is released during... during a climax. A peak of pleasure. And if the timing is right, it finds the egg.”

You were very intrigued by this idea, it seemed. You’d pressed the nonexistent button on your cuff again to type away notes. It was something Ryland noticed you did often and found himself feeling rather endeared by your note taking. Anything you found answered your curious questions would be written down. Very scientist behavior of you.

“Wow! It sounds like our ancestors' ways of reproducing.” You sounded amazed at the discovery, your nails clicking away at the holographic keyboard. Ryland could’ve almost missed the way your eyes trailed him up and down, it happened so quickly. 

“Then..you would have the organ to produce the sperm, correct?” 

Ryland was rather scared of what you would say next. He nodded anyway.

“Can I…see it?”

Ryland’s face turned red, and the heat inside his pants seemed to get hotter. His cock was being constrained inside his briefs and while on Earth it would be easy to deal with it in his own personal space, having a very beautiful alien woman in front of him asking to see it, made it extremely difficult to think with the head inside his skull.

“Yeah- so, you don’t typically ask that on Earth. I-it’s kind of inappropriate.” He gulped deeply, he was so gonna regret saying this, “But as a teacher, I think the best way to teach would be what we call ‘hands on learning’.”

“Hands on learning? I put my hands on it…?” Your innocent tone made his breath hitch.

He just imagined your shimmery hands on his cock. 

Get a grip.

…

Nope. He’d lost it now.

“I mean- you could but it’s more so for us both to learn eachother’s…” He removed his glasses off his face to nervously fidget with them in his hands, “Learn each other's bodies.”

It was good Rocky was in his deep sleep. He wouldn’t want to explain what exactly he was doing with their other friend.

You seemed to ponder the thought, before beaming stars at him. He liked when you did that.

“Excellent idea Grace! A very scientific way of thinking.” The bottom of your boots squeaked against the floor a bit as you wheeled your chair towards him, gently placing both your hands over his thighs. He could feel the coolness of your touch through the fabric of his pants. “How would you begin this ‘intercourse’?”

He wondered if this was a hyper realistic dream. Was this really what he was into? Alien human sex? Was he going crazy from the loneliness of space?

Frick the morals.

“You would start by taking off your gear.”

You giggled at his instruction, “How silly. This is how we normally sleep.” 

He did remember you mentioning this little detail, you slept in a glass tube that helped recharge you. He had yet to see it for himself, but the mere fact you mentioned you went in with no clothes on was enough for it to stick to him mind. 

He could only imagine…

Despite giggling, you didn’t question the instruction he'd given. Your fingers caught the zipper on the front of your jumpsuit, and rather quickly removed the garment from your body. 

Ryland was surprised to see that your perfectly rounded breasts had no nipples. Lucky for you, he’d had a childhood crush on Mystique, and didn't mind a single bit. Actually, Ryland had to stop himself from making an audible noise. 

He rubbed his face with a palm, trying to keep himself cool over the sight in front of him. It was much better than he could ever imagine. He was utterly captivated by the bare flesh of your body. You still stood with your blue tights and shiny boots though, and he wanted to see it all.

“Everything.” He said, there was a surprising level of command in his voice that he didn't expect. As if sensing the tone, you stripped what remained rather obediently.

While he had thought you wouldn’t have any familiar reproductive organs (lab grown babies and all that), he was surprised to see a pair of plump lips peeking between your thighs. He didn’t exactly ask about your anatomy, so maybe he shouldn’t have assumed.

He licked his lips, unable to stop himself from growing hornier than he thought possible. He already began imagining how nice your insides could feel around his thick cock.

“Grace. You should take off your gear too. It’s unfair, no?” Your hands were already tugging at his science pun shirt, removing it from his body with a force he didn’t realize you had.

“Oh- yes, yes. You’d be right for that…sorry.” He answered, but had already let you completely take off his shirt. 

“Everything.” you echoed his earlier words with a musical chime, almost teasing him. Ryland was curious if that was on purpose knowing you were still getting the hang of being truly fluent in his native tongue. Either way, he fulfilled your request. 

He never imagined he’d be butt naked in an environment he deemed professional. But here he was, butt naked in a lab, facing a butt naked alien. Grabbing her arms gently, he caressed the smoothness of her skin. “Let’s…let’s go to my bed, okay? It’s weird to do this type of learning in a lab.”

You seemed rather unfazed at seeing him fully naked, and very willingly went to his makeshift room with him. When it came to fulfilling your curiosity, you didn't question much if anything.

“I want you to lay down.” Instead of sounding commanding, Ryland made sure his tone was gentle. He wanted to make sure you wanted to do this, even if he wasn't exactly clear on what he intended to do.

Despite his bed being rather small, he was willing to make it work (better than messing with the important things on his work table, or worse, fucking you ontop of the mess he often left on the floor). 

Seeing you laid out in front him was perfect enough for him. More than he could’ve asked for.

Feeling experimental, he gently guided your legs open.

“I’m going to touch you, is that okay?” Some level of consent was important, especially to him.

You nodded, watching him intently. 

It surprised you when his thumb rubbed up and down your slit, it seemed you’d secreted some fluids. What surprised you even more was when Grace had begun gently prodding a button at the very top. It caused a weird sensation there, it felt good. And while Grace was already rather warm, his temperature seemed to have increased.

Seeing as you weren’t having any strange reactions to his action he began to rub with a little more rhythm, eventually leaning in with his tongue to stimulate it more. His glasses grew more and more crooked as he lapped at your juices. Even more so when your thighs pressed at the sides of his head.

You let out the softest moans, your breaths seeming to grow heavier for the first time since beginning this “hand’s on learning”. He was finally seeing an effect.

“Gr-grace, how are you causing that…? It feels-” Your throat seemed to be unwillingly creating noises you didn’t realize it could make. “good…”

Ryland now knew for certain that your anatomy worked the same as a human female’s. He couldn’t help but chuckle against your clit at the new discovery.

“This..” He used his thumb to prod again at your now swollen clit. “Is what us Earthlings call a clitorus. It’s a bundle of nerves that responds very positively to stimulus. You could say this stimulation is a good way to lead up to the intercourse part.” His middle finger dragged down your slit, beginning to now prod at your dripping hole. Slowly, he began inserting it. 

When he had grown such confidence, even he couldn’t quite understand. Muscle memory, maybe?

“This is the vaginal entrance, this is where the sperm would go.”

You nodded as he explained, the feeling of your pussy entrance being stretched caused your little alien heart to go faster. This was the first time you’d ever experienced this feeling, ever, and you were enjoying it more than you’d imagined. 

It was time now. Ryland began pumping his cock with his fist, spreading the precum as much as he could. While he didn’t want to be egotistical, he did have quite a meaty cock. If this was your first time, like he assumed, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

“This is what you wanted to see. It's called the penis, or more colloquially called, a cock.” He grunted, rolling his head back. Your body found it quite arousing to see him rubbing himself in that way, even if it was your first time seeing such an action.

Ryland had to physically hold back from rubbing his cock into his hand too much. It had been a while since he’d even jerked off and he could feel it. His cock was more sensitive than he could've expected. 

Man he really was touch starved and horny. Even he had to admit it.

“Do you remember when I mentioned the climax?” He looked up at her, his blue eyes hazy behind his crooked glasses. He had never seen you sweat, but for the first tine, a sheen of moisture was clinging to your skin. It seemed to make the light catch the holographic freckles on your skin even more. It seemed like you were glowing. 

Like something out of a dream.

“Do you... do you want to see how the process finishes?" he asked, his tone shifting to an even more gentle one. While he was normally a little goofy, sometimes awkward, he seemed to have a surge of horny induced confidence as he lined himself up to your pussy entrance. He hoped you would want to, desperately.

If your temperature was like a normal human's, like Ryland's, you were sure it would be burning hot like he was. His hand on your hip and his cock at the entrance was what you could imagine the Earth's star to feel. 

Hot and burning. 

"Y-yes. I would like to see..." His cock's head was slowly slipping into you, easing your entrance into a stretch you'd never experienced. He watched you intently as you let out a drawn out moan, letting your head roll back into the pillow from the pleasure before trying to hold your glittering eyes in contact with his. 

And you did really like eye contact, especially with such interesting human eyes like his. While they didn’t have stardust in them, they still refracted light in such a beautiful way. If you looked close enough, you'd see your reflection. They reminded you of the Earthly water you’d seen in the Don’t Go Crazy room.

"T-though, I don't have eggs to fertilize. The sperm w-wont have a mission." Your words kept breaking as he continued to push himself into you. It was distracting, but even then, something seemed to click in Ryland’s head. 

That’s what she mean’t by eggs in an incubator! (He made a mental note that alien reproduction was much more similar to human reproduction, egg incubation seemed to be very similar to that on Earth).

"No," he murmured, his voice thick with a mix of scientific realization and pure, unadulterated desire. He leaned up, kissing your forehead gently, his glasses finally sliding off and clattering beside your head, completely forgotten. They had been hanging on for dear life the entire time anyways. 

"You're right- biologically speaking. There's no 'mission' for the cells. It’s just... it can be just for the pleasure. The biological reward from having sex." A goofy, lopsided grin spread across his face, as he continued, “We can just... focus on the sensation."

He gave a sudden kiss to your lips, one that you happily returned. He savored your taste and allowed himself to bask in the intimate contact before finally breaking away.

He groaned as he pushed his cock deeper into your pussy, the Hail Mary you could say. The final stretch.

It seemed like his cock didn’t at all mind the slightly cooler temperature of your insides. Especially when they were squeezing the life out of his cock. He was almost afraid he’d cum too soon, lack of action in recent years and what-not.

“I'm going to... I'm going to move inside you now. It might feel a little strange at first. A lot of pressure. But just... keep looking at me. Okay?" He began to move, a slow, rhythmic thrust that was less about 'teaching' and more about the sheer, overwhelming desire to make sure you felt good. Not rushed, but slowly eased into it.

Listening to Ryland's request to look at him seemed to be easy for you. He looked good even when his dirty blonde locks were more out of place than usual. Each rhythmic thrust into your body was causing you to writhe under him. Unfamiliar alien-language words tumbled from your mouth as your brain seemed to shut off.

"Fuck." 

Among them, it was the only word Ryland could recognize. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard it though. Mostly because he had spent years in a classroom trying to maintain a certain level of decorum avoiding "bad words". He'd accidentally let it slip in front of his alien friends multiple times and it seemed as her auto translator had allowed her, she was able to use it masterfully.

Hearing that word come from you, in that tone, in that moment? It was more effective than any scientific breakthrough he’d ever had at causing his affection for you to rise significantly.

It only made his thrusts increase in speed.

"How d-does it..." feel so good? You trailed off before covering you mouth with your palm. You didn't want Ryland to have to answer all your questions while he was doing his hand-on teaching.

“Feel good?” He knew what you wanted to say, your moans were getting heavier and if possible, your walls were squeezing his cock even tighter. Ryland felt an ego boost at the idea of his cock being out of this world good.

Without thinking, your anti gravity powers seemed to have willed themselves. Letting both of you rise from the bed, and spinning you mid air. Ryland found his world turning upside down, literally this time.

“Woah!” Ryland seemed to find himself in constant exclamation when he was in your presence, even more so now. His back was now to the bed and you were on top of him. Hovering over him, it seemed your powers had taken over, and you were rising and falling above his cock with a rhythmic, effortless grace that defied every law of motion he had ever taught.

"Gosh darn it," he choked out. A breathless laugh escaped him. You were already switching positions on him, which he barely expected but deeply enjoyed.

"You're... you're a natural." Ryland had to thank his lucky stars for your anti gravity extraterrestrial power. His hands flew up to catch your hips, not to push or pull you, but just to hold on as the pleasure grew for him. He wanted to feel you as much as possible.

A beautiful, shimmering alien-woman using gravity defying powers to make him feel like he was being launched into orbit without a rocket. It was the ultimate scientific anomaly.

"You're... you're amazing," he groaned, his head tossing back as he met her rhythm with his own thrusts. The sounds of your foreign language were almost recognizable given the situation, it sounded like the sweetest language ever coming from you. He knew you were liking it, the feeling of his cock hitting deep inside you.

His constant sounds of positive affirmation seemed to let you loose, your own gravitational thrusts over his cock grew faster.

Your pussy fell to the hilt of his cock quite easily now, a mixture of Earthling and extraterrestrial bodily fluids to thank. It seemed you shared his sentiment about keeping close contact as well. Your hands grounded you against his chest even if you were quite confident in your gravitational abilities to keep you steady.

Also because to you, the strangest Earthling anomaly was his temperature. To your body, it seemed his skin was aflame. Not to the point it burned, but it was significantly warmer than your own, and warmer than he usually felt.

"Intercourse c-causes you to get w-warmer." You murmured, not slowing down your movements at all. "I l-like it." You stated, your breaths were growing much more raggedy. 

The knot in your stomach seemed so close to unwravelling. 

"Do you? Like?" You asked, referring to your own body temperature.

Ryland felt like he was losing his grip on reality and not just because of the gravity manipulation. He was a man of science, a man who appreciated the structure of a well formed cell under a microscope, but this? 

Your entire being, extraterrestrial or not, was a masterpiece of biological perfection.

"Like it?" he managed to choke out, his voice sounding like it had been dragged through gravel. His hands slightly trembled as they held tightly to your waist. He was almost scared that at any moment, he’d realize it was an alone in space induced hallucination. 

"’Like' is like- it's a massive understatement. It's- it's statistically significant! It's…frick-"

As you continually moved faster, his own need to cum intensified, and the sensation you were causing was so intense he actually had to bite his lip to keep from shouting. As you looked at him, his eyes locked onto your starry ones, his blue eyed gaze burning.

"I like it. I like you. Everything about this…the way you move, the way you... gosh-"

His thumb found your clit again, beginning to rub without much of a rhythm unlike earlier. He felt his brain was completely fried from your pussy. All he wanted was to make you cum. He wanted you to understand the sweet release of the climax and the heat of his cum inside you.

His words echoed in your brain, you were sure to keep note of what sounded like words of genuine attraction towards you in your brain. Especially when your body was writhing in pleasure from the combination of his stimulation to your already sensitive clit and his cock pounding you deeply, your mouth couldn’t seem to utter anymore English words. 

Ryland let out a final groan of pleasure before your own climax came. It seemed to all happen quicker than you imagined, the last trigger being from the warm feeling of Ryland’s cum oozing into your pussy, and it felt amazing. 

Unlike anything you’d ever understood. Ryland was amazed to find the familiar stardust you often beamed to be all around him. A cosmic explosion right inside the Hail Mary.

As the literal and metaphorical explosion of pleasure began to subside into a long, humming afterglow, the gravity in the room seemed to settle back to a normal, heavy state. You slumped forward into his chest, your skin slick with a mixture of sweat and the fluids you’d both secreted. 

Ryland laid there, gasping for air, his heart thudding against his ribs like a drum and you could feel it. It vibrated against your skin in such a pleasing way.

You both felt completely spent, utterly drained, and yet more alive than ever. 

“Gr-grace…” You murmured. He could only hum and gently reached to run his fingers through your hair, your normally put together locks were almost messier than his. Ryland had to be extra appreciative over your willingness to sacrifice your stylish looks for his choice of teaching methods.

“Could you even see when your sight glass is out of place?” He felt the familiar coolness of your hands against his cheeks, his vision suddenly getting a lot clearer. 

He could now see your glimmering eyes up close. He could almost see messages from the stars in them after making love to you.

I also forgot to mention but disney's tomorrowland also had a big influence on me since i was watching a bunch of disney youtube video essays when I was still deciding whether I wanted to write for Ryland lolol

the basic concept of what I imagine readers alien peoples to be js the idea that humans eventually settled in a far away planet. They have such high technology that they they only really use their star for energy that powers their entire super ulta futuristic cities (literally tomorrowlands nachos). Because they only really use their star for energy, the species grew to be colder to not need their star for their survival, they only need it to run everything else. Thats how they evolved into what is the idea of their alien species. So yeah. Her race of people live in very futuristic cities, all high tech, which is why there is little reliance on normal human ways (like intercourse). obviously, fictional logic exists which makes whatever inconsistencies IRRELEVANT to my brain, loop hole it out guys idk 😸.

you'll notice in the moodboard what i meant by "holographic freckles" (basically reader's skin naturally has full body highlighter and glitter lolol) which I sucked at describing. and more specifically, the silver jumpsuit i used as reference to when ry makes u strip 👅

also the goggles, which if I also sucked at describing at, were what reader used to analyze ry as an earthling. ALSO was the translation device. she herself didn't speak those languages, but the super cool high tech goggles were the ones that helped "set" her language to english as it analyzed ryland.

And yes, of cause this version of aliens flies a cool saucer. Who needs a centrifuge or wtv anyways!

life with steven meeks is like the trope where the beautiful and kind wife dies at the beginning of the movie and you only get a few scenes with her. short clips of sunlight and laughter, tinged with a bittersweet taste of nostalgia. it's over before you know it, just a short span of time before the real action begins.

that described the time you had spent together pretty well.

right after you married, you spent a few months just living in bliss together. buying a house in the countryside, settling into the neighbourhood as the young married couple with the unusual last name and befriending the neighbours. they would half-heartedly roll their eyes at you, muttering something about "young love" when they'd see you dancing and giggling at the town's fair with steven spinning and twirling you around. to steven, you looked like an angel with your hair flowing in the summer's breeze and your lacey dress making pretty shapes whenever he spun you around.

your neighbours would groan at the giggles that could be heard from your house in the middle of the night, waking up to find a bag of cookies at their front porch, the result of your late night baking shenanigans. they would huff and puff when melodies of your singing and the same song over and over trailed to their house and when they had to (yet again) watch steven look at you like you hung the damn moon.

and yet as much as they were annoyed with the two of you, you reminded them of how they were when they had just married. the young lovebirds from next door.

you had your moments together, your very own movie worthy scenes. you spent summer evenings at the lake, bathing in the sunset and jumping from the pier together.

sunny mornings in bed, with warm light filtering through the thin white curtains, drinking coffee that was way too sweet and laughing about messy hair in the morning. burnt pancakes, light pink laundry that was meant to stay white, falling asleep at the kitchen table where you had tried to do your taxes but couldn't for the life of you stay awake in the process, staying up way too late looking at the stars in your backyard and having to drag each other out of bed the next day. getting excited when you managed to keep your first plant alive and not having to watch it die a slow death like all your other ones. steven insisting on celebrating its first birthday. having your third toaster explode in a week.

a life you were both figuring out together.

you'd throw summer parties in your garden, with lanterns and homemade lemonade, inviting the poets and steven's colleagues from his new job. charlie complements your cooking and chris and knox show you pictures of their newborn.

later that night, when the sun's brilliance has finally faded and the sky has turned a midnight blue, you slow dance to your song playing softly in the background. you'd find nothing but love and softness in his eyes, his hands on your waist and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

the next morning, the letter from the army came.

it was sudden for the both of you, he didn't expect to be called in so soon and especially at such an inconvenient time. you two were happy and the last thing he wanted was to leave. but the letter came anyway, putting a rather abrupt stop to the life you had built with each other.

it would be early in the morning, on a rather crisp and foggy morning when he'd tell you. you would find him sitting in the living room before the sun had even risen, his head in his hands with a piece of paper in front of him. when you ask what's wrong, all he can do is look at you sadly, his eyes red from having cried. and you know. you know they've finally written to him, the thing you'd dreaded having finally happened. war had started and they needed all the men they could get.

you sob in his arms for hours.

when you send him off, all you feel is numbness. your eyes seem to become an endless pool of tears.

he sends you beautiful love poems and letters to tell you how much he misses you. he also carries a picture of you in his pocket at all times, a candid of you wearing your wedding dress with the brightest smile on your face. when he hears the bombs and missiles above his bunker, he likes looking at it, remembering that day.

he comes home in the summer and it's nearly too much. there are new scars on his face and even though he lights up as he sees you, it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which have lost their usual spark. there's a certain dullness to them, a weariness that seems to have spread through his entire

body. it seemed as though his entire soul was tired. sometimes you'd catch him staring off into the distance, a solemn look on his face that you'd only ever seen on his face when his father had passed way two years ago. he started hugging you tighter, pulling you closer when you'd fall asleep after a long day.

you only have two weeks together and you try nursing him back to health. you drive to the lake where you had spent so many afternoons together, the summer fair where you'd shared your first kiss. he comes back to himself, piece by piece, but you know that he has seen and done things you could never erase, no matter how much love you poured into him.

"come back to me", you say to him before he leaves, a pleading look in your eyes. he nods. "I will", is what he promises. "I'll always come back to you." you never knew that was the last time you'd see him.

he's shot on a snowy winter's day and he bleeds out under a weeping willow, facing a frozen lake. he smiles at the beauty of it, thinking of how you always loved the snow. he remembers your first christmas together and how excited you had been because of the snow in your backyard. you had made two snowmen, one for him and one for you and had put the autumn's last red leaves atop the head of his snowman so that it could have red hair, just like him. you'd spent the day playing in the snow like two little kids, chasing each other through the garden in a snowball fight and hiding behind the broad fir tree when your neighbour had come out to see what all the noise was about. steven muffled your giggles with his cold glove and when you just couldn't seem to stop, he rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself, and kissed you.

he doesn't know if it's the cold making his mind hazy but the last thing he sees is you, walking towards him in the snow, wearing his favorite summer dress of yours. the one with the white lace you'd worn so many times when the two of you had gone dancing. he wonders if you aren't cold but you crouch down to him, smiling, and tuck a bloody strand of hair behind his ear. he swears he feels your hand on his cheek and his heavy eyes try to blink to see if you are real or just a figment on his mind.

life with steven meeks is like the trope where the beautiful and kind wife dies at the beginning of the movie and you only get a few scenes with her. short clips of sunlight and laughter, tinged with a bittersweet taste of nostalgia. it's over before you know it, just a short span of time before the real action begins.

that described the time you had spent together pretty well.

right after you married, you spent a few months just living in bliss together. buying a house in the countryside, settling into the neighbourhood as the young married couple with the unusual last name and befriending the neighbours. they would half-heartedly roll their eyes at you, muttering something about "young love" when they'd see you dancing and giggling at the town's fair with steven spinning and twirling you around. to steven, you looked like an angel with your hair flowing in the summer's breeze and your lacey dress making pretty shapes whenever he spun you around.

your neighbours would groan at the giggles that could be heard from your house in the middle of the night, waking up to find a bag of cookies at their front porch, the result of your late night baking shenanigans. they would huff and puff when melodies of your singing and the same song over and over trailed to their house and when they had to (yet again) watch steven look at you like you hung the damn moon.

and yet as much as they were annoyed with the two of you, you reminded them of how they were when they had just married. the young lovebirds from next door.

you had your moments together, your very own movie worthy scenes. you spent summer evenings at the lake, bathing in the sunset and jumping from the pier together.

sunny mornings in bed, with warm light filtering through the thin white curtains, drinking coffee that was way too sweet and laughing about messy hair in the morning. burnt pancakes, light pink laundry that was meant to stay white, falling asleep at the kitchen table where you had tried to do your taxes but couldn't for the life of you stay awake in the process, staying up way too late looking at the stars in your backyard and having to drag each other out of bed the next day. getting excited when you managed to keep your first plant alive and not having to watch it die a slow death like all your other ones. steven insisting on celebrating its first birthday. having your third toaster explode in a week.

a life you were both figuring out together.

you'd throw summer parties in your garden, with lanterns and homemade lemonade, inviting the poets and steven's colleagues from his new job. charlie complements your cooking and chris and knox show you pictures of their newborn.

later that night, when the sun's brilliance has finally faded and the sky has turned a midnight blue, you slow dance to your song playing softly in the background. you'd find nothing but love and softness in his eyes, his hands on your waist and a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

the next morning, the letter from the army came.

it was sudden for the both of you, he didn't expect to be called in so soon and especially at such an inconvenient time. you two were happy and the last thing he wanted was to leave. but the letter came anyway, putting a rather abrupt stop to the life you had built with each other.

it would be early in the morning, on a rather crisp and foggy morning when he'd tell you. you would find him sitting in the living room before the sun had even risen, his head in his hands with a piece of paper in front of him. when you ask what's wrong, all he can do is look at you sadly, his eyes red from having cried. and you know. you know they've finally written to him, the thing you'd dreaded having finally happened. war had started and they needed all the men they could get.

you sob in his arms for hours.

when you send him off, all you feel is numbness. your eyes seem to become an endless pool of tears.

he sends you beautiful love poems and letters to tell you how much he misses you. he also carries a picture of you in his pocket at all times, a candid of you wearing your wedding dress with the brightest smile on your face. when he hears the bombs and missiles above his bunker, he likes looking at it, remembering that day.

he comes home in the summer and it's nearly too much. there are new scars on his face and even though he lights up as he sees you, it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which have lost their usual spark. there's a certain dullness to them, a weariness that seems to have spread through his entire

body. it seemed as though his entire soul was tired. sometimes you'd catch him staring off into the distance, a solemn look on his face that you'd only ever seen on his face when his father had passed way two years ago. he started hugging you tighter, pulling you closer when you'd fall asleep after a long day.

you only have two weeks together and you try nursing him back to health. you drive to the lake where you had spent so many afternoons together, the summer fair where you'd shared your first kiss. he comes back to himself, piece by piece, but you know that he has seen and done things you could never erase, no matter how much love you poured into him.

"come back to me", you say to him before he leaves, a pleading look in your eyes. he nods. "I will", is what he promises. "I'll always come back to you." you never knew that was the last time you'd see him.

he's shot on a snowy winter's day and he bleeds out under a weeping willow, facing a frozen lake. he smiles at the beauty of it, thinking of how you always loved the snow. he remembers your first christmas together and how excited you had been because of the snow in your backyard. you had made two snowmen, one for him and one for you and had put the autumn's last red leaves atop the head of his snowman so that it could have red hair, just like him. you'd spent the day playing in the snow like two little kids, chasing each other through the garden in a snowball fight and hiding behind the broad fir tree when your neighbour had come out to see what all the noise was about. steven muffled your giggles with his cold glove and when you just couldn't seem to stop, he rolled his eyes, smiling despite himself, and kissed you.

he doesn't know if it's the cold making his mind hazy but the last thing he sees is you, walking towards him in the snow, wearing his favorite summer dress of yours. the one with the white lace you'd worn so many times when the two of you had gone dancing. he wonders if you aren't cold but you crouch down to him, smiling, and tuck a bloody strand of hair behind his ear. he swears he feels your hand on his cheek and his heavy eyes try to blink to see if you are real or just a figment on his mind.

Masterlist ₊˚⊹♡ 

One-Shots:

Dead Poets Society

⟶ an eligible bachelor - charlie dalton  ₊˚⊹♡

⟶ oh romeo, my romeo - neil perry ₊˚⊹♡

⟶ drop dead - todd anderson ₊˚⊹♡

The Chronicles of Narnia

⟶ language of flowers - edmund pevensie ₊˚⊹♡

⟶ something there - edmund pevensie ₊˚⊹♡

⟶ practise makes perfect - edmund pevensie ₊˚⊹♡

⟶ eyes for you - peter pevensie ₊˚⊹♡

Headcannons:

Dead Poets Society

⟶ songs that remind me of them - all poets ₊˚⊹♡

⟶ most to least likely…to be a good dancer - all poets ₊˚⊹♡

Requests  ₊˚⊹♡ 

Currently OPEN to ideas/suggestions for one-shots & headcanons as of 4/27/2027

Still superrr inconsistent with activity but will try my best to do requests!

Miscellaneous Notes  ₊˚⊹♡ 

I do not own any images, usually taken from pinterest. Credits will be given if the pinterest caption has it !

I’m no professional writer by any means, so feedback is super appreciated- but do it kindly and respectfully please !

All works are mine ! Please do not repost my work anywhere else, my work is only on Tumblr under this @, acanthasdreams. 

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Thanks for reading!