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rocky you hopeless romantic. being together with adrian for over 60% of your life and still saying its not enough. loving grace enough to make a habitable zone in a planet that is designed to kill him.
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i like the idea of Grace gets so used to eridian culture he's basically an eridian. Even if he went back to earth he wouldn't be able to fit into it.
Like the reaction from earth if they somehow made communication. Finally getting on a video call with Dr Ryland Grace, Savior of the earth, and he's naked covered in jewels chittering and he's like yeah this is my mate Rocky we're bonded for life now
huh? Marriage. No no we're mates. Yeah. I layed his eggs. We have kids now. Oh and here's Adrian our other mate. Why are you surprised? Most Eridians have multiple mates.
Come back to earth? Why would I do that? This is my home. I have kids to teach, just like you do.
and then he makes these musical notes with his voice that the alien beside him seems to understand, and rolls his non-existent eyes at.
Do you guys think there was a bit where the Taumoeba leaked from the ship and Rocky just quietly accepted that he was going to die like the rest of his crew. Grace had helped him gain closure that he couldn’t have stopped the radiation sickness, but the breeder tank design was all Rocky’s doing. Erid and Earth and Grace—Rocky’s entire world—were going to die because he overlooked yet another detail. No one would know it was Rocky’s fault either—there would be nobody left to speculate who let the universe down.
Erid’s best engineer who killed himself with his own ignorance and brought the stars down with him. The damage, complete and thorough in it’s cosmic destruction, was done.
But then Ryland Grace shows up at blip-A’s door and says they’re going home, that it’s his turn to fix.
gracerocky wherein grace accidentally performs an eridian mating ritual by giving rocky a friendship bracelet... rocky puts it on quietly but internally hes SCREAMING. "grace not know meaning, grace not know meaning, rocky no think about mating with grace no no no bad bad bad—"
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pornstar!ghost who cannot stop playing with you over your panties, hold you hostage in his lap while he gets his fill of you
he gets your cunt so often for work that it's a novel treat getting to toy with your lingerie. it's how he knows the cameras arent running, that when your lips part and your eyes roll it isn't scripted, isn't for anyone's benefit but his, because no one can see that pretty pussy.
but he can feel it.
can feel the way your clit swells when he pinches it, rubs his fingers over it, slaps it. can feel when you start to get wet, the way it begins to soak the fabric, silk and lace sticking to your cunt, slicking his fingers where they rub over you. you twitch and flinch away from him, pressing tighter into his hold in the process.
God, he loves it. loves the way you whine for him, beg for him, the way you turn with wet parted lips to try and catch his mouth with your panting desperate kisses.
it's the only time he talks too much, tells you too much, asks you for too much. asks you to tell him you're his when he knows you can't be.
Ryland wakes up from a nightmare and just had to make sure you were okay. You two end up closer than you expected, though.
(1.3k words, no use of y/n, pure, sweet fluff)
how hard can we yearn for Ryland Grace? The answer is yes.
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You were sound asleep in your own bed on Erid, curled up in the coziness of your crochet blanket that you had brought from Earth. It was one of the only things that stuck with you through everything, since your mom had made it for your birthday right before you left for Project Hail Mary.
Even the sound of your bedroom door opening didn’t wake you up.
Ryland Grace walked in slowly, clutching his Earth-made quilt around his shoulders. This is stupid, he thought. I’m a grown man. I should be able to handle a nightmare without bothering them.
He hovered near the foot of your bed, twisting his fingers into the fabric as he spotted your face buried into the comfortable bedding. He knew he shouldn’t wake you, but the image of your lifeless face was still vivid in his head.
Nightmares were common for both of you, of course, but they frequented his mind more than yours. The traumatic moments before his forced shipment aboard the Hail Mary was the most common sequence, but lately you started appearing in them too.
Specifically, his mind decided to attack his worries about not being able to save you.
The thoughts had plagued him before he was safe and sound on Erid. Scenarios where the oxygen failed on the ship and you fell asleep and never woke up. Where your tether broke during a spacewalk and you drifted helplessly away into the endless void of space.
He’d be alone. Even though he had Rocky, there were some things about being human that the Eridian wouldn’t understand or relate to.
Tonight was the worst by far, though.
His mind had supplied him with images of you becoming trapped during that awful ship spin before Rocky had saved you both. You were slowly suffocating while the gravity slowly increased in that cockpit. He couldn’t even call your name with his chest compressed against the ship’s console.
He awoke with a start, and hadn’t been able to sleep for hours.
Now, here he was, about to wake you up because of his own worries. Ryland wandered slowly to the side of your bed with sweaty palms, and carefully reached out a hand. He settled it on your blanket covered shoulder, and shook it gently.
He whispered your name, hesitating when you didn’t wake up immediately. This was a bad idea, he thought, but before he could retreat, he heard the distinct sound of that deep breath you took. A sure sign that you were waking up.
“Ryland?” You mumbled as you rubbed your eyes. “You okay? Somethin’ wrong?” You sat up, the blanket slipping down your form as you reached for the small light on your bedside table.
When you flicked it on, you recognized the familiar post-nightmare expression on his face. Ryland’s hair was sticking up in all sorts of directions from running his hands through it. His blue eyes were slightly puffy, possibly from crying, and underlined with tired circles behind his glasses. His blanket was wrapped around his shoulders, like a protection from the horrible dream.
“I just…” He hesitated, looking down at his hands for a moment. “It sounds stupid but…I had a nightmare, and I couldn’t really fall asleep?” He huffed, running a hand through his already mussed hair. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Oh,” You smiled at him. You didn’t mind. You never really did when it came to him. “You wanna talk about it?” You suggested, patting the bed next to you.
Ryland took the offered spot next to you without another word. He settled into the pillows, laying down right next to you as he stared at the ceiling. “Can I just…stay? Just for a little bit?” He murmured.
He couldn’t even meet your eye.
“Of course,” You laid down right next to him, and turned to your side to face him. “You can stay.”
“Thanks,” Ryland sighed, and you felt his body relax next to you.
“Anytime,” You muttered. You reached up and took the frames off of his face, setting them gently on the bedside table before turning off the light. The room sank into darkness. “Get some rest. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good plan,” He responded, stifling a yawn beside you as you settled back into the blankets. His hand brushed against yours, like he was trying to prove that you were here, that you were alive and well right there next to him.
You didn’t pull away. Instead, you threaded your fingers through his. You heard his breath hitch in the dark room as you tugged him closer.
“Uh…what are you doing?” He whispered.
“Shhh,” You hushed him, slowly threading your fingers through his hair. He practically melted against you, and a small contented sound escaped his throat before he could stop it.
“That’s…nice…” Ryland muttered, sinking into your arms without resistance. His breathing slowed against your collarbones and you both drifted off, closer than you expected to be tonight.
The artificial dawn light creeped in through the curtains of your Eridian bedroom. You blinked your eyes open slowly, breathing in a deep breath through your nose as your senses slowly came back to you.
The first thing you felt was a warm arm curled snugly around your waist. Followed by the feeling of long legs tangled with your own.
The final thing you noticed was the steady sound of Ryland’s breathing. Small puffs of warm air brushed your collarbones as he slept soundly in the crook of your neck.
Right. The nightmare.
You shifted the smallest bit, just enough to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face. His expression was calm, his eyes closed and his mouth parted just slightly in the early morning light. The wrinkles that usually accompanied his every expression were nearly invisible, just faint lines near his eyes and brows.
You reached down and brushed the hair away from his forehead, only stopping when his brows furrowed softly in confusion.
“Mmm…” He groaned as his eyes looked blearily up at you. “Wh’time is it?”
“Too early,” You said softly.
“Definitely,” He grumbled as he nestled back into the crook of your neck, sending a cozy warmth through your chest. Without thinking, you pressed a kiss to his hairline.
He hummed when he felt your lips meet his forehead, smiling against the soft skin of your neck. “Do that again,”
“You are demanding in the morning, aren’t you?” You mumbled before pressing another kiss against his forehead.
He huffed out a small laugh, and you felt his smile spread wider. “I’m not demanding…” he mumbled “Y’just really warm. Coulda been doin’ this months ago. Just gotta make up for lost time.” He sighed in contentment and tightened his hold on your waist, hugging you closer just to hear you breathe.
“Is that so?” You asked him, and you watched as he tilted his head back just enough to meet your eye.
“Absolutely.” He murmured, his voice still rough from sleep. He looked up at you with those sleepy blue eyes, and that soft smile on his face.
“Hi,” You whispered.
“Hey,” He whispered back.
You just couldn’t resist it.
You slid a hand to his jaw and leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. He hummed against you, returning it just as softly, like he had all the time in the world. A cozy heat spread from where your lips met all the way to your chest and down your spine.
When you parted, he let out a small, giddy laugh.
“Oh, geez,” he whispered, and when you looked at him, his eyes were still closed. He cleared his throat, and finally looked up at you with a sheepish smile. “Shoulda been doing that months ago too.”
“Guess we should make up for lost time,” You teased as you spotted the light blush dusting his cheeks.
“Guess we should,” Ryland agreed, before tugging you down into another kiss in the early morning light.
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