@your heart 在你心了

you’ve been really stressed out with work with back-to-back meetings all day, and even then, still work late until the night to prepare for a big client pitch. and nothing has been helping you sleep. you've barely had any time for yourself, let alone spend any time with your boyfriend. you can't even remember the last time you had sex with him, and by the time you get into bed, he's already asleep.

you're constantly on edge, ready to snap at any moment. and poor ryland has been the victim of your attitude. anytime he asks you a question, whether it's what you want for dinner, how your week is going, or if you've seen the tie he's misplaced, he's met with a smart remark leaving your mouth.

he's been giving you grace (lol) for the last couple of weeks, understanding work has been eating you alive, but he hates seeing you like this. he knows you haven't been sleeping well, and he wants to take care of you and take your mind off of things, if only you would let him.

but one night, ryland woke up from an unexpected after-work nap, that had lasted way too long. he looks at the clock on his bedside table: its 1:27 am. he's about to roll over and just go back to sleep when he hears you. the clacking of your keyboard, and the quiet voices of the tv in the living room. he gets up and opens the door of his room and sees you hunched over your laptop, your hair semi-wet from your shower, glasses perched up on your face.

"sweetheart, what are you still doing up?" ryland grumbles, making his way over to the couch. he stands behind you, hands resting on his hip, a disapproving look on his face. you sigh, "because i have work to do, ryland." your voice is stern. you never call him by his first name. you don't look up from your laptop as you keep making edits to your presentation.

"honey, it's 1:30. it's late. you gotta get some sleep," you can tell in his voice he's growing impatient. you don't mean to snap at him. but with the deadline approaching, the mix of anxiety and frustration bubbling in your body, it just happens. you turn to look at him and scoff, "ryland, i really don't have time for the concerned teacher act. go back to bed, and leave me alone." the words come out harsher and louder than you expected, but your growing annoyance at everything has boiled over.

maybe he's still disoriented from his nap, or a combination of your unwarranted attitude and how he's tired of seeing you kills yourself over the last couple of weeks because of this project but the look in your eyes as the words spill out of you, pushes him over the edge.

he makes his way around the couch, standing in front of you. he takes your laptop from you, and places it on the coffee table. he cages you in between his arms and leans in. his face is inches away from yours. the air in the room feels heavy and charged as you cross your arms, staring at him.

"i know you're annoyed with work, but that doesn't give you an excuse to be a brat," he scolds you and it only edges you on more. "i wouldn't be such a brat, if people knew how to do their fucking job." there something in his proximity to you that is making you dizzy. you've missed him and the way he is towering over you and is making heat pool between your legs.

"language, missy," he warns, and you roll your eyes. "you need to watch your attitude."

"fucking make me," you sit up, your lips ghosting over ryland's. and before you even know it, his lips are on yours. you melt into his kiss. it's messy and desperate. your hands reach to the back of his head, trying to pull him closer towards you. you pull away from him, breathless and he starts kissing down your jaw to your neck.

"is this what you want? someone to take your mind off of things?" he finds the spot that makes you whimper, and he nips at it before soothing it with his tongue. one his hands runs down his your body to your waist, giving you squeeze. "ry, please," you voice so much softer than two minutes ago.

ryland chuckles agasint your neck, "oh, now you're being nice. why is there something you need, baby?" his rubbing circles on your your hips, teasing you.

"ryland, i swear to god, i need you to fucking touch me," you're grow impatient and ryland is kissing down your chest. you're very grateful for the skimpy little tank top you are wearing, leaving much of your chest exposed for him to kiss.

"you know better than to talk to me like that?" he's lowering himself in front of the couch, your legs spreading instinctively, and his hand begins rubbing up your thighs. you're breathing heavily, the anticipation of ryland about to touch you is killing you.

ryland takes a second to take in the sight of you needy for him on the couch. the ratty and thin white tank top you're wearing is doing nothing to hide your hardened nipples underneath. your tiny little shorts like a second skin on you, and ryland sess arousal seeping through the material. he whines, you're not wearing any underwear.

he looks up at you from his position on the couch, eyes locking with your eyes, his pupils blown. "i'm sorry, ryland. please." you sound like you could cry, and ryland swears he's never heard anything so beautiful, making his cock twitch. he brings his mouth close to your pussy, and the feeling of his breath against your clothed cunt is enough to get you to buck your hips up towards his face.

"mmm, someone's needy," he teases, and he licks the wet patch on your shorts. he applies pressure with his tongue, circling your pussy and you moan out, hands going to his hair. he pulls your shorts down, revealing your bare pussy to him. no matter how many times he's seen you like this he can never get enough of you. he licks a stripe your cunt, collecting your arousal on his tongue and he moans into you.

"such a perfect pussy baby. taste so sweet." you could cry from the contact and pull on his hair. his nose bumps your clit and you cry out. his lips begin kissing back up your body and makes his way to your lips.

"as much as i want to take my time with you. i need to be inside you," he pressed himself into you and you can feel how hard he his. he grinds his pajama pants clad dick onto your pussy and friction feels amazing.

your hands reach down to pull his pants down, freeing his cock. he's big and thick, the tip pink and leaking with precum. you graze your fingers along the underside of his cock, and he bucks into your hands.

"i've missed you baby," you say, taking your thumb teasing his slit, spreading this precum around. he whimpers, and grabs your wrist halting your actions.

"i've missed you too," he grabs both your hands and brings them around his neck. he kisses you, softly, while he moves you, laying you down on the couch. he grabs on of your legs and brings it up to lay on the back of the couch. he takes his shirt off, and you bite your lip watching him. he's so beautiful, and you don't know how you got so lucky with him.

he takes his cock in his hand, and drags it through your folds. you eyes fill with tears as he teases you. but just as you're about to say something to him, he slips inside of you, leaning down to capture your lips into a kiss.

he begins thrusting his hips at a delicious pace. not too fast or slow, but he's making sure you feel every inch of him. it burns a little getting used to his size, but he stretches you out perfectly. ryland whines in your ear as he bottoms out in you. "you feel so perfect around me baby. pussy fucking made for me,"

you let out a loud moan, and ryland quickly covers your mouth with one hand. “it’s too late to give our neighbors a show,” he laughs, continuing to fuck you. you wrap your leg around his waist pulling him closer, tilting your hips. he hits the spot inside of you that makes you see stars and you clench around him.

“there it is. that’s the spot isn’t it, honey?” ryland always has a mouth on him when he’s buried deep inside of you, and it drives you insane. you’re babbling mess, a string of moans and profanities, slipping out.

he picks up the pace, continuously hitting that spot. his hand runs down your body squeezing your boobs before running down to rub your clit. your grind down on his fingers, the overstimulation pushing you towards the edge. his cock twitches, as he watches your face contort in pleasure.

you can feel the coil building in you, and you scratch rylands back. your squeezing around his cock, and ryland knows by the sounds you’re making that your close to cumming for him.

“i got you baby. just let go for me,” his thrusts are speeding up, getting sloppier and harder. he places his lips onto your clavicle, sucking and biting down, for sure leaving you with a mark. your orgasm washes over you, taking over your body. you push off the couch, squeezing around him. that pushes ryland over the edge, cumming deep inside of you.

he slips out of you, and watches as his cum drips out of you. he takes his fingers and stuffs it back into you. you whine at how sensitive you still are, but bite your lip watching him look completely mesmerized. he pulls his fingers out and you grab his hand leading pulling it down to your mouth. ryland moans as you suck on his fingers, tongue swirling around them.

he pulls your fingers out, and brings you into another kiss, both of you smiling like idiots.

“you’re perfect, did you know that?” ryland says against your lips. he quickly kisses you again, and you laugh. “so i’ve been told,” you giggle. your hair is messy, fanning out below you and ryland thinks you’ve never looked prettier.

“thank you, for taking care of me. i’m sorry i’ve been a mess.” you whisper, running your fingers through the front pieces of his hair. he looks at you with so much adoration.

“anytime, honey. you ready to come to bed with me?” he ask, his hands rubbing up and down your sides. you pretend to consider it for a second, tapping your finger against your chin.

“hmm, i don’t know,” he can tell your starting to get sleepy, your eyelids getting heavy. he lays down on top of you, kissing all around your face gently.

“what if i promise to wake you up, in a way that has been proven to be very popular in the past.” he places a kiss on your nose. he looks shy, cheeks turning pink like he wasn’t balls deep inside of you earlier.

“well i can’t say no to that,” you smile and he kisses you deeply.

“c’mon let’s get you to bed,” ryland picks you up, bridal style carrying you bridal story into the room. you fall asleep instantly, tangled in his arms.

⤷ “hey sweetheart, did you need som–”

⤷ “shush, i’m concentrating”

⤷ if he had a rough day teaching (or a bad interaction back when he was still in the scientific community), he immediately seeks out your comforting embrace once he gets home

⤷ one day while you were kissing his face, he reached up to remove his glasses so they weren’t in your way

⤷ when you realized what he was doing, you interlocked your fingers with his to stop him, and continued about your business

- Colt Seavers -

⤷ he’s down bad for you, so anything you want, it’s yours

⤷ cuddles? hand holding? kisses? your wish is his command

⤷ please be careful while snuggling with him though, this poor boy has at least ten bruises on him at all times from getting thrown around for his job

⤷ you both like laying on top of the other when relaxing, and Colt falls asleep every time

⤷ if you’re draped over him, he’ll have his arms wrapped around you and knock out in minutes– he claims you’re like a cozy weighted blanket

⤷ on the flip side, if he’s laying on top of you, he’ll bury his face in your neck and drift off while your hands comb through his hair

⤷ whenever he’s sitting in a chair, you like standing in front of him to hold his face and press gentle kisses into his skin

⤷ Colt just sits there and soaks it up, completely drunk on your love

- Holland March -

⤷ oh you’re touchy? don’t need to tell him twice— he’s allll over you

⤷ especially when he’s drunk, Holland’s hands are physically unable to stop roaming your body

⤷ one time, when you were guiding him to his car after a night out (he was DRUNK drunk), he was shocked to find a pretty girl on his arm and couldn’t stop spewing out cringey pick up lines

⤷ you just buckled him up, kissed him on the cheek, and got in the driver’s seat

⤷ he normally blacks out after drinking too much, but his resolve to stare at the pretty lady driving him home won out

⤷ after a particularly long day of detective work with Healy, he’ll collapse into your arms without hesitation

⤷ likes to bury his face in the crook of your neck or lay on your stomach if you guys are lounging

⤷ you idly scratch his head or play with his hair in these positions, and he absolutely melts

⤷ when he’s smoking, you’ll kiss him around his neck and face… sometimes the cigarette gets forgotten as a result

- Court Gentry -

⤷ BIG MUSCLESS… who said that

⤷ anyways you’re one of his “safehouses”

⤷ every time he shows up at your doorstep all battered and bloodied, he berates himself for always endangering you even though he’s double and triple checked that he wasn’t followed

⤷ before the regret can fully sink in, you never fail to dissipate it when you embrace him and usher him inside

⤷ to Court, your house is cozy and warm, but your arms are warmer

⤷ when he gets in his head about how dangerous his job is and how he’s risking your life, you shut him up with a kiss and firmly restate that you’d rather take the risk of being with him than choose to be with anyone else

⤷ if it was an especially rough mission, you force him straight to the bathroom where you turn on a hot shower and prep first aid materials

⤷ you take your time to wash him, and Court finally lets himself relax while you lather him up and massage his tense muscles, careful to avoid his injuries

⤷ in bed, you love to delicately trace his scars, fingers just barely ghosting his skin

⤷ you also make a habit of reaching under his shirt, running your hands along his abs

⤷ when he inevitably has to leave, the two of you stand in front of the door for a while, with you slowly kissing his face and refusing to let go

⤷ “darling, I really need to leave now”

⤷ “one more minute, please”

⤷ when you whisper into his ear like that with that pleading tone, he can’t refuse

- Jacob Palmer -

⤷ as much as you love touching him, he’s equally all over you

⤷ he’s used to girls getting with him to ogle at his body, so when you simply caress his face and hold his hand, he falls hard

⤷ the two of you spend a lot of time in bed, morning and night, just talking about life while being a mess of tangled limbs

⤷ he never realized it before you, but he loves being held– with previous girls, he was always the one to take the lead and initiate touch, but now that he has you, he’s able to let loose and be the one receiving all the affection

⤷ spooning is the go to sleeping pose, and you guys definitely switch between being the big/little spoon

- Lars Lindstrom -

⤷ back when he was still hesitant to touch you, he would often give you his special blue blanket to snuggle with 

⤷ whether you guys are at church, on a walk, or resting at home, holding pinkies is a must

⤷ one morning, he was putting on one of his many sweaters, and you took a special liking to it

⤷ “that’s a nice sweater”

⤷ his head whipped up to look at you, and after a moment of processing, he couldn’t repress the genuine smile spreading on his face

⤷ you held the sleeve of his sweater for the rest of the day, and you couldn’t help but notice that he wore it a little more often ever since

⤷ at night, he’s grown accustomed to falling asleep with his hand intertwined with yours

⤷ you’ll work up to cuddling/spooning, and you reassure him there’s no rush

⤷ Lars was pleasantly surprised to find that your touch doesn’t burn as much as others

- Officer K -

⤷ for the longest time he only had Joi, so this boy is touch starved like crazyy

⤷ he loves coming home to you and he deeply treasures the fact that he has someone tangible to hold and be held by after a long day

⤷ you’ve formed this nightly ritual of him coming home and collapsing into your arms– you like to lay there as he tells you about his day while you rub soothing circles into his back

⤷ if his hunting job was particularly brutal or bloody, you gently peel off his clothes, draw a bath for him, and help him clean up

⤷ his favorite part is when you wash his hair– the way your fingers scratch his head just right and how they trail down his shoulders to gently squeeze his arms really gets him

⤷ one rainy night, he led you out to the rooftop, hands intertwined as you let the rain hit your skin and drench your hair

⤷ he reached out to tuck your soaked hair behind your ear, and when he let his hand hover beside your head, you guided it to rest on your cheek, nuzzling into it

⤷ K doesn’t smile often, but in that moment, he couldn’t help it because of how real everything felt to him

- Sebastian Wilder -

⤷ one of your favorite pasttimes is to curl up with him at night and listen to his grand plans for his club, all while absentmindedly tracing shapes on the palm of his hand

⤷ after his performances, you love pulling him in by his tie for a kiss (and he’s so into it)

⤷ when you’re done with him, his tie is loose and his hair is all messed up, but he’s got this drunk smile plastered on his face

⤷ you guys go out to jazz clubs at least once a week, and without fail you’re holding his hand under the table

⤷ he’s a traditionalist, so he loves offering his arm to you whenever you guys are walking together, which you gladly take

⤷ your shared bed is small, but it doesn’t even matter because of how thoroughly entangled you guys are while sleeping

- Ken!! -

⤷ after a long, laborious day of beach, he’ll happily prance into your open arms (beach is not an easy job!!)

⤷ if you’re holding on to his arm, he’ll puff out his chest a little and deliberately walk past the other Kens to make them jealous

⤷ you love running your hands down his abs or feeling up his biceps and this man absolutely soaks it up

⤷ he lovesss when you make him feel macho

⤷ but in the privacy of your dreamhouse, Ken will cling to you like a koala

⤷ bonus: one day, you asked him to stay the night to cuddle, and let’s just say his reaction was NOT as subtle as he thought it was

⤷ he had to excuse himself (which meant walking a few feet away, still directly in your line of sight) to triumphantly pump his arms and yell “SUBLIME!!”

⤷ he comes back all nonchalant, so you just scoff with a smile and drag him inside your dreamhouse by the hand

Ryland: I think it depends on how bratty you’ve been. If you’ve been good but just let a swear slip out, it’s “language, pup.” In a firm but gentle voice, accompanied by a short tug on your leash.

If you’ve been an absolute brat, oh you’re in for it. Say “fuck” one time and he’s pulling you over his lap, pulling your jeans down and spanking your ass until you’re crying. He’ll make you count, too.

“Bad girl. What did I say about swearing, hm? Pups don’t swear.” As his hand cracks across your ass.

Driver: I see him as the type to make sure you definitely won’t do that again. He’ll give you a look, eyebrow slightly quirked, and say “and you were being so good for me.” Before edging you for hours. He’ll only let you cum when you promise that you’ve learned your lesson, legs shaking and tears streaming down your face.

Lars: He’s probably the softest of the bunch. “Language, sweetheart.” With a little frown. He’ll sit you in his lap and kiss you breathless until you’re desperate, then he’ll deny you for the night. “I’m sorry, but you have to learn your lesson.”

Noah: He’d sigh deeply and shake his head. “That mouth of yours, darlin…” before kissing you to wash your mouth out. He’d tug your collar gently to keep you close, his other hand on your hip. Then he’d fuck you deep and slow, keeping you on the edge and murmuring “good girls don’t talk like that.”

Holland: depends on how drunk he is! It’s either a look and a tsk or a “the fuck did you just say?” before he has you choking on his cock, his belt attached to your collar as a makeshift leash. “Dirty mouthed brat,” he’ll mutter, forcing the tip down your throat until you gag, drool dripping down your chin.

Luke: another “it depends” but… I’m gonna give you this. One slip up and his hand is gripping your chin, making you look him in the eyes. He’ll lean in close and growl “that mouth has better fucking uses” before forcing you down onto your knees, one hand fisting into your hair to keep you still as he feeds his cock past your lips. He’ll use you as he pleases until tears are running down your cheeks then pull out to cum on your face. “Will you do that again? No? That’s what I thought.”

Colt: He’d stop and tilt his head at you, quirking an eyebrow. “You wanna repeat that, pretty?” and when you shake your head he’ll chuckle. “Cute.”

He’ll make you suck him off, thrusting lightly. “That’s it, use that pretty mouth right. Get me nice and wet so I can fuck you.”

driver - the first time you have sex this man is a little lost in the sauce. So caught up in everything that he does finish before you do. Once he does he’s panting into your shoulder then immediately asking “fuck - did you…?” You lie to him on instinct that you’re fine. You don’t need to. And he’s looking at you like you grew a second head before you sigh and explain. He doesn’t even respond. Just makes the most soul piercing eye contact as he shoves his fingers between your legs and makes you cum a few times before he’s satisfied.

Ryland grace - he can tell you’re faking when you’re in bed together. So during dinner at home one night he confronts you about it, makes you blush crimson. “I just…my last boyfriend sad it was too hard to make me cum so….” Ryland goes quiet after that. Finishes his food. Thinking hard. Then before you can stand up to take your plate to the kitchen he’s ducking under the table and flipping up your skirt. “Guy sounds like a complete waste of fucking carbon” before going down on you.

officer k - I have a feeling he’s been abused by his boss before. So sex doesn’t come easy. But when it does he didnt know it was supposed to feel this good, this full of emotion. You’re so focused on him most of the time that you don’t even realize you haven’t finished. Until his fingers are at your pussy and he breaths into his pillow “need this…to go both ways” you tell him while he’s got his fingers inside you. And he just starts going at it harder, making you see starts. “Need you to feel good”

Lars lindstrom - sex with Lars is a progressive thing. Making out to heavy petting over clothes to hands only. Step by step. Baby boy is learning. And you’re not the most experienced sailor in the boat either, so the slow pace is nice. But he does know it’s supposed to feel good for you too. So one night he drags you to sit on one of his thick thighs and mutters sweetly “you don’t um…I-i want you to finish.” Your eyebrows lift, caught off guard. “Well, uh, we can try. My ex never really cared about that so I thought…all guys? Were like that?” Lars blinks hard at you before shaking his head. “Nope. Not all. At least…I want you too. Think it’ll…feel good for me too.” After that night Lars is a man addicted to the look on your face when you finish.

holland March - I think a relationship with holland is also a slow step by step thing. He loved his wife. He’s been miserable for years. He’s an alcoholic. And he has a kid. He doesn’t wanna put holly through anything he’s not sure of. So the first time you have sex is the result of months on months of pining and dates and accidentally solving a murder case. Your ex husband was a real bastard. Sex didn’t come easy and was never fun for you. So when holland led you to his bedroom, your nerves were through the roof. But holland is an attentive lover. He eats you out and fingers you and finishes inside with a high pitched whine. When you’re laying beside each other panting, you tell him about your ex with a laugh. Holland does not laugh. He just starts kissing down your body “fucking knew I hated your ex husband” he makes you cum on his tongue as many times as you can take.

Colt seavers - just appalled. Stuttering and fidgeting while he tries to process. This man is a GIVER, okay. It just doesn’t compute for him that someone wouldn’t want to make you cum. So he gives you as much as you will take after you tell him. You’re a little overstimulated and floating far away, but god colts satisfied smile is all worth it.

Sierra six - comes up during an undercover mission. In your line of work you haven’t had many consistent lovers. But the last swore you off of them for a while. The tension between you and six snaps one night and it’s rough and passionate. It feels good but you don’t finish. And it’s not until you’re back on the ground that he makes an observation “you didn’t cum” “you don’t have to. It’s whatever” but no. It’s not whatever to six. He’s picking you back up and carrying you to the nearest flat surface “whatever my ass. What piece of shit taught you that?”

Sebastian wilder - confused as fuck when you tell him in a panic, where he’s practically face to face with your pussy, that you don’t think you can cum. “Who - who told you that?” “Ex boyfriend…he said it was impossible.” “Well, I’m gonna prove that motherfucker wrong.” Sebs got you cumming within minutes. Again and again and again.

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But maybe it had been inevitable, written into the stars that now surrounded you and stretched endlessly across the dark abyss of space. Even if, what else was a girl supposed to do when she was trapped in space with the only male human being she was going to be in contact with for the rest of her life?

That Grace was a smart guy with a pretty face and an awkwardness, which was more adorable than anything else, only added to it. You really had been doomed from the start.

But you kept your feelings buried deep.

You didn't want them to get in the way of your mission, though they already were all over the place every time it dawned on you that you would never return back home, that your time here was limited and you'd probably starve side by side in a few years to come. And you knew you couldn't do anything about it, no matter how much you wished it would be different. That you and Grace could make a difference.

Despite being together, being at the edge of your known universe still made you feel lonely, lost and small. There was nothing for miles in every direction, just the endlessness of the stars and the black void you stared into when you couldn't sleep, which was often the case.

Until one day, that darkness littered with small glowing dots was disruppted by a large, copper-golden construction that resembled a spaceship, one which was much much bigger than yours.

And just like that, another name was added to the list of living beings on the hail mary. Rocky.

You quickly grew attached to the rock-like alien and how easily impressed he was when you and Grace explained humanly customs to him, and just how fast he learned from new things, too.

"What you doing with body, question?"

You jumped at the sudden voice behind you, turning to see Rocky in his little xenonite ball, looking at you expectingly despite having no facial features at all. You quickly turned down the music, heat creeping up your neck in embarrassement. It was almost a routine for you, listening and swaying to your favourite songs from earth to calm you before sleep. Grace knew about this, but Rocky had never witnessed it before, especially since you and Grace had slept huddled together in the lab so Rocky could watch both of you for the past few days. There just hadn't been time to listen to a lot of music.

Right now, it just felt like you needed a moment alone, some space to breathe and to sort your thoughts, trying to not think about all the things that could go wrong with Grace wanting to collect the so-called 'astrophage predator' on planet Adrian...

"Uh...that's called dancing" you answered, to which Rocky perked up, vibrating up and down "Oh, oh, oh! Saw Grace do that before, yes, yes!" he chirped happily.

You smiled at him and nodded. "You and Grace dance together! Rocky choose music!" he decided and stumbled past you in a hurry, rolling right into a box full CDs, squishing the carton, the plastic cases collapsing across the floor. "No! Rocky, stop!" you shrieked, kneeling between the CDs and Rockys ball to clean up the mess of scattered discs "Humans don't just...dance with each other. Not in a platonic way at least" you muttered, pushing Rocky off of the box so you could re-stack the CDs into it.

"What word mean, question?"

You looked up at him to find him already watching you "what...platonic? Uhm, well, that means people are just friends, you know?" you tried to explain to him, and he seemed to ponder over your words for a moment and fiddled with his three claws on each hand.

Grace then rounded the corner "If you guys don't like my company, you could have just said-"

"So...Grace not your mate, question?"

You gasped softly as Grace stopped in the doorway, the joking smile on his face falling straight off as he heard Rockys question.

The erdidian seemingly looked back and forth between you and Grace, impatiently awaiting an answer from one of you. But you just stared back at Ryland and he mimicked your expression. He didn't open his mouth to speak, as if to give you all the freedom to put a label on your relationship, whatever this was, whatever you saw in it.

Grace had a hard time masking the agonizing hope in his expression, how his heart fluttered in his chest at the thought of you telling Rocky that you'd like to be Rylands mate some day, if he wanted you. And god yes, he did.

You turned back to Rocky, your gaze held low as you began to shake your head. Grace exhaled the breath he didn't realise he was holding, deflating into silent disappointment. "No, Rocky. Grace and I aren't mates. We're...just friends. Colleagues" you said, trying to smile and to sound earnest, as if saying this out loud wasn't hurting you in the slightest. Rylands silence just felt like a confirmation of your fear of him not returning your feelings.

Rocky didn't seem to like what he was hearing. He didn't understand the concept of lies, or that lying was even something you could do, but even he felt like something was up "But...you and Grace always together" Rocky chirped sadly, interlocking his hands to show just how close and inseparable you and the blonde molecular scientist were.

You remembered the way Ryland and you slept on the floor together shortly after you woke up from your comas, not being able to sleep without the other one near.

This rhythm faltered when Grace began to stay up later than you, sometimes not sleeping days at a time while you tossed and turned in your room until you learned to fall asleep without his presence. But that didn't stop you two from spending time in the projector room, watching the sunset as he fell asleep against your shoulder from staying up too long, and you forcefully feeding him ramen when he forgot to eat, laughing and giggling with him when as pretended to bite your fingers...

And yet you told yourself he couldn't possibly want you. You were sure that any affection he showed you was merely a byproduct of the forced proximity on the hail mary, a desperate need for human touch so he wouldn't completely go insane. All of this was merely a means to an end. You needed each other, but that didn't mean he was obligated to date you or would automatically fall in love with you just because you were the only human in the radius of twelve lightyears all around.

Though, you would follow him into the heart of a black hole without thinking twice if it meant he would look at you like you were everything. But admitting that would probably only scare him away even more.

"Yeah, but it's not exactly like we have anywhere else to go, really" you snorted, downplaying the longing in your chest with a sad smile "We enjoy each others company. And I'm glad we do, otherwise being stuck with him for all eternity would kinda suck. Right, Grace?" you forced a giggle as you looked over at him, snapping him out of staring at the floor with a blank expression.

"Yes, right. She's right, Rock" Grace muttered clipped, stepping closer to tap Rockys ball "Come on, give the lady some privacy, we gotta keep working anyway" he said and ushered rocky out of the room. The eridian called your name "Be still, be still! Rocky come back to watch sleep!" he promised before he rolled out into the hallway, the rhythmic clank clank clank from the flat sides of the ball hitting the floor soon fading away, and so did the scent of Rylands cologne, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You could have never predicted what would happen in the following days.

It all happened so fast. The first second you thought you were out of danger, and the next the ship started to uncontrollably spin, the centrifugal force quickly growing too strong.

Grace was smashed against the control panels, a large metal pipe had been ripped off the walls and now crushed your leg against the wall you were pressed into by the centrifugal force, while Rocky could barely move in his xenonite tunnels. You cried for Grace to wake up, hot tears streaming down your face as the metal cut into your skin. You reached out your arm to re-activate the gravity settings, but you were too weak to do so, your head feeling like it was about to explode, levers and buttons digging painfully into your back.

You could only hear Rockys distressed screetching, and the breaking of xenonite. The screams turned even louder, sizzling in the air. "Rocky, no!" you panicked, but your voice died out as you finally lost conciousness after fighting it so desperately.

When Grace woke up, thank god, he stumbled after the dark burn marks on the floor, following the trickles of blood throughout them.

His heart beat faster with every step and dropped to his stomach when he saw you collapsed against Rockys xenonite tunnel, where the eridian laid completely motionless and pale. Your leg was bruised purple around the ankle, while blood dried on your feet and toes.

Your head perked up as you heard him approach, your eyes now filled with tears of relief to see him alive. You reached for him when you stumbled, completely forgetting that your leg was most likely broken.

Grace was instantly by your side to catch you in his arms, wrapping you up tightly in them. You sobbed against his shoulders, your hands clawing at the medical gown he wore "Rocky, he's-" you hiccuped, but you couldn't bring yourself to continue speaking. His own eyes filled with tears as he saw Rocky start to move weakly, falling together even further. He chittered softly, tiredly, as if wanting to make sure Grace was alive and safe.

You turned your face away from Rylands neck as you heard it, watching Rocky move closer to the xenonite glass wall "We'll watch you sleep, pal" Grace sniffed above you "But, uh...you gotta wake up" he muttered before his voice got too thick to speak, turning his head away to stop himself from crying.

You on the other hand couldn't hold in your sobs, the sounds making it hard for Grace to keep it together. He felt a tear rolling down his cheek and quickly went to wipe it away. He took a deep breath, trying to focus on anything else but this. He had to be strong for you, at least that's what he told himself. "Come on...we gotta patch up your leg" he swallowed around the lump in his throat, turning you in his arms to slip his under your legs.

You started to struggle in his grip so he couldn't lift you up "Grace- Grace! Let me down!" you protested. "What- why, am I hurting you?" he panicked and quickly set you back down, analysing your leg "No, but you'll hurt yourself! I can handle it on my own..." you muttered, masking your shame as you scooted back over to Rocky until your back hit the xenonite tunnel.

The blonde scientist tilted his head at you "I'll believe you if you can walk back to the med bay all by yourself" and he said it like he knew you couldn't, and that you knew that as well.

You huffed out, your gaze trailing over to where Rocky slept, hopefully. "But...I can't leave Rocky alone" you croaked, your eyes wide and shining brightly with tears when you looked back at Grace. Your expression almost ripped his heart in two. He nodded softly "Right...yes, stay with him. I'll get everything we need"

You could have thanked the stars when Rocky woke up and Grace found a way to breed the taumoeba so they could be used to save your sun.

It was almost too good to be true. Erid and Earth were rescued and you could even return home to see it with your own eyes. But when the taumoeba began to escape their xenonite prison to feed on your astrophage fuel, and you had to choose between flying back home or to save Rocky, the decision was easier than you thought.

And just like that, you found yourself in a house in the biodome the eridians had built for you. Rocky had asked if you wanted to have a house for yourself, but after living with Grace on the hail mary for such a long time, the silence and privacy would almost feel foreign to you. And while the eridians were determinded to make it feel like you were just on a foggy beach vacation on earth, your feelings wouldn't settle.

While the biodome seemed endless, you felt caged in your own head. You shared every meal with Grace, you went on walks along the beach and even slept in the same bed. You were so close, yet so far away. You yearned to just reach out your hand and pull him close, especially when you saw how cute Rocky and Adrian were together.

Right, you had met Adrian, Rockys mate he spoke so fondly of. He was a bit taller than Grace, a towering blue rock with no face and a wedding band on his arm that matched Rockys copper brown colour and texture.

You instantly befriended the giant. He was part of designing the biodome for you and frequently visited to make sure everything was to your liking and would listen to ideas on improvements without complains.

One afternoon, as the light of the simulated sun filtered through the dome, you found yourself staring at the way Adrian leaned into Rocky whenever the smaller eridian arrived. It was so seamless, the way they loved each other, that's probably what happens when you've been together for over 180 years. You wouldn't even get a small procentage of that time with Grace, even if you had asked him weeks ago.

You shouldn’t waste any more time pondering about what his reaction would be if you told him. You had to do this for your own peace, even if it turned the air awkward between you- Rockys offer with building your own house wasn't off the table completely. But how to approach this?

Rocky and Grace were out of earshot as they chased a frisbee across the beach, tackling each other to get to the brightly coloured plastic disc first.

You could tell that Adrian watched them, even though they were already too far away to see clearly.

"Adrian" you suddenly said and Adrian turned in his near skin tight xenonite suit and looking down at your sitting form, despite not having any eyes or other facial features at all. He hummed in a low tone that you felt in your bones, a sign for you to continue. "You and Rocky...how did you, uhm...who asked the other out first?"

If Adrian had brows, they would furrow in confusion "What Adrian ask out of, question?"

You giggled at that, shaking your head, your nerves easing just a tiny bit "No, I mean, uh, did Rocky ask you to be his mate all these years ago?" you asked again, hoping Adrian would understand your wording better this time. "No, Adrian ask." he stated bluntly.

You nodded, staring out at the waves "And...how did you do that? Did you just...go up to Rocky one day and said 'Hey, I like you a lot, wanna be my mate?' and it worked out ever since?" you huffed out, frustrated that the love life of others always seemed way easier than your own. Adrian seemingly giggled at your childish pout, chirping next to you.

"Adrian sing song for Rocky" he simply stated, though he fiddled with his claws as if the memory still made him nervous, in a good way. "Rocky and Adrian sing beautiful song" he continued, stretching out the word beautiful as he held up his hands. "Rocky and Adrian found matching frequency, so we know we found right mate. Only two erdidians share same frequency"

You hummed at his explaination "So, you and Rocky are some kind of soulmates?"

Adrian chittered "Human mates called soulmates, question?"

A blush crossed your cheeks "Yeah, well, some humans believe in soulmates, others don't. Soulmates are supposed to instantly click when they see each other. You know, love at first sight and whatnot" you mumbled, kicking a rock in the sand with your feet before you sat up straighter, absentmindedly drawing shapes into the sand "I don't think soulmates are real, but I guess it's nice to pretend"

Adrian hummed displeased "Human soulmates real" he stated firmly, tapping his claw against the sand. You laughed dryly "Yeah? What makes you so sure?" you retorted back, not expecting an actual answer.

"Adrian see you and Grace. Big, big, big connection!" the large eridian celebrated and if he could actually see colour, he would have watched your face flush a deep pink in embarrassement "Shh! Don't be so loud, he's gonna hear you" you shushed, looking past Adrian to watch Grace fall face first into the sand as he tried to catch the frisbee Rocky had thrown, but it was just too high. A tiny smile formed on your lips at the scene.

"Why Grace not allowed to hear declaration of love, question?" Adrian asked you even louder, to which you had the urge to tackle the huge rock to the ground and shut his mouth, one he didn't have, but you just let out a loud sigh instead, your head held in your hands "Because he doesn't know that I like him! And I don't even know if I want him to know..." you mumbled, wiping away tears before they came.

Adrian visibly shrunk together in pity next to you, his feet scrunching in the sand as he tapped them unsurely. "Why not tell?"

You practically threw your hands in the air "Because he probably doesn't even like me back!"

The blue eridian next to you cooed at your outburst "Why Grace not like only other human on erid, question?"

You point a finger to Adrian "That's exactly the point! Just because I am the only other human on this planet doesn't automatically make him like me that way...and I don't want him to feel like...like he owes me something or that...that we have to be a thing" you sighed deeply, your fingers digging into the cardigan you wore, one Ryland had given you when he noticed there wasn't a jacket in your duffel bag back on the ship.

Adrian could feel you weren't done talking, so he kept quiet, giving you enough space to collect your words carefully. After a beat of silence, you took a short breath "Besides, uhm...I know you guys aren't familiar with this whole earth beauty standard thing, but I'm not...I'm not pretty." You said and gestured down at yourself with a huff "I'm not...not something a guy like him would go for. He looks so perfect, and I look..." you couldn't even finish talking, your throat suddenly feeling too tight to get more words out.

"...smart"

You turned to Adrian with a confused expression "What?"

"Appearance not important to eridians. Adrian see through sound, and I hear smart human" he told you in earnest, making you stop in your tracks "Adrian hear very kind, brave human with big heart"

From Adrians perspective, your chest region was the thing he saw most clearly when looking at you, white soundwaves contrasting around the grey environment around it, a steady beat keeping the imagine of you crisp "Loud, loud, loud heart, lots of love inside"

His description instantly brought tears to your eyes, but he wasn't done "Grace big, big, big, dumb idiot if not hear. Stupid, stupid stupid" he repeated over and over, stomping his feet to the ground to make his feelings known.

You laughed wetly, brushing a hand over your cheeks to wipe away the tears that fell. You went in to awkwardly wrap your arms around the much larger rock, giving him a stiff but thankful hug "Thank you, Adrian" you muttered against his xenonite suit, feeling one heavy arm settle around you.

"Where's my hug at?" suddenly sounded Rylands voice next to you in a joking, deeper tone, holding his arms out, looking so inviting in that fox cardigan that it was hard not to let yourself sink into his embrace.

Just when you were about to stand up with a playful roll of your eyes, Grace was nearly swept off his feet by a very fast Rocky barreling between his legs.

You exploded in a fit of giggles, Adrian chirping next to you and mimicking the sounds. Even though Grace was sure he looked like a mess, he'd gladly look the most stupid if it meant you would laugh so prettily because of him.

Once he was steady on his feet again, he quickly grasped your laughing form and hauled you up against him, grinning with you.

Rocky and Adrian watched you like two proud parents. They knew it was just a matter of time until you and Grace became mates, and Rocky already planned what kind of wedding band he could make you. He was well aware that humans were very inefficient when it came to mating, and that you only got married after years and years of tip-toeing around. He just chose to ignore it.

You on the other hand couldn't ignore the growing ache behind your ribs anymore. Adrian had given you a lot to think, and so had Rocky ever since he joined you on the hail mary.

You needed to get this off your chest, one way or another, even if it meant rejection. Your friendship was stronger than this and would survive, even if he didn't return your feelings. At least you hoped...

You stood in the kitchen, watching him cook some hearty pasta, nothing too fancy, with crossed arms and staring at a fixated point in the wall. Confidence was running thin, and you were already thinking about not doing this today, or ever, just to not ruin the good mood of this evening. But Grace beat you to it when he turned his head to you, his glasses hanging awkwardly from his chin since they became useless from the steam fogging them up.

"You're looking at me like a grew two heads" he grinned, snapping you out of your pity party near the kitchen counter. You stared even more befuddled then, making Grace furrow his brows. "...I haven't grown another head, have I?" he asked a bit panicked then, raising his hands to squish his face and neck to check if he was growing a lump with a tiny face on it. Who knew what all the eridian atmosphere did with the human body over time!

You giggled at that, your nerves easing out of your shoulders as you approached, grasping his wrist to remove his hand from his face so you could replace it with your own instead.

His breath hitched as your warm palm made contact with his stubbled cheek. "Don't worry, I only see one handsome face" you muttered, a faint blush dusting your cheeks. In that moment, Grace cursed himself for not wearing his glasses. He wanted to see you clearly so badly right now.

As if you read his thoughts, your other hand went up to catch his glasses from his chin, lifting it to bring it to his eyes.

While you slowly slid them onto his ears, you leaned closer, slotting your lips against his when his glasses sat perched on top of his nose. Rylands eyes fluttered shut immediately, a sound leaving his lips that reminded you of a thirsty many who found water after years of drought.

Oh, how long he had waited for you to do this so he was finally able to sink into your soft warmth.

Your hands left his glasses and slipped behind his head, one hand sliding beneath the collar of his shirt, the other crawling up into his unruly dirty blonde hair, softly pulling at the strands. Your touch sent a violent shiver down his spine, forming a whimper in the back of his throat that instantly settled to pool low in your belly.

Just when he was about to open his mouth further to let your tongue slip inside did you pull away, as if you had burned yourself.

Rylands eyes slowly blinked open, unfocused and dazed through his glasses that now sat on his face crookedly, the crimson colour of his cheeks matching the one of his plush kissed lips.

His lips were still slightly pursed and his mouth agape, as if his brain wasn't really registering yet that the kiss, unfortunately, had ended way too soon. "I'm sorry" you muttered to him, your heart falling to the pit of your stomach. "...what?" Grace mumbled breathlessly, his eyes squinting through his glasses at you.

"That was...shit, I didn't even ask if I could kiss you, I-" you groaned frustrated, brushing a hand through your hair as you avoided his gaze like the plague. "I...uhm, this was not how I planned this to go..." you muttered under your breath. Grace was still all the way up in the clouds, his jaw too slack to stop your rambling "I actually wanted to tell you that I...that I- fuck, why is this so hard?" you whined helplessly into your hands.

"I like you!" you blurted out then, your heartbeat pounding in your ear "I really, really like you and I've felt like this for quite a while. I just never wanted to make things awkward between us and there were more important things we had to deal with than my stupid, stupid crush on you." you played with your fingers nervously, your cheeks burning up from nerves and embarrassement "I just...I know you don't feel the same a-and that's okay! I get it!" if you had looked up in that moment instead of somewhere behind Rylands shoulder, you would have seen his eyebrows shoot up at your claim. Him? Not feeling the same? That was like saying earth was flat- a painfully wrong statement.

"And I totally prepared for rejection-" you didn't "because yes, this is stupid, and I don't know why I even let myself feel this way! All I want you to know is that I'm sorry, but I just had to get this off my chest somehow and-" finally, your ranting was cut off by Rylands lips on your own, sweet as could be, as if he tried to show you that him cutting you off wasn't anything personal. He didn't want to make you mad.

He could never make you mad.

Now it was your turn to look dazed "The only thing you gotta be sorry for is that you didn't kiss me sooner" he purred, his voice turned gravelly, almost flirty. That line made you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck "Okay Dr. Charisma" you teased, already leaning close for another kiss "That was real smooth, huh?" he grinned, trying not to sound too proud and hopeful, though he was very pleased he came up with it so quickly. "Oh yeah" you grinned, sealing your lips in another kiss. You felt him cheer behind you with his fist in the air then clutched tightly, as if this was he biggest triumph he accomplished, even bigger than saving his homeplanet and erid.

You broke apart again and Grace followed your lips eagerly, though you covered his mouth with your palm, smiling up at him despite the doubt creeping into your chest "And you...y-you really want...this?" you muttered, vaguely gesturing down to your body.

Grace took his time you admire you then, not that he hadn't done that before, from afar, but he'd never get tired of seeing you up close like this. A tiny smile tugged at his lips. Then suddenly, he bent down and wrapped his arms around your thick thighs and hauled you up against him.

You shrieked in surpise, holding onto him by wrapping your arms around his neck, squeezing his face right into your breasts. Oh, he could get used to that...

"See? At least zero gravity didn't mess with my muscles" he grinned, wriggling his brows up at you. You were too taken aback by the fact that Grace could just lift you up like this, so all you did was bark out a disbelieving laugh, giggling as he brought you up the stairs to your bedroom, which you had shared since coming here.

"Where is all that cockiness coming from?" you asked as he threw you onto the bed. He cocked a brow in that specific way that always made you laugh, his lips pursed "Oh I can show you where all that cockiness is coming from" he rasped, heavy on the cock, and you stared at each other before you both burst out laughing, Grace falling face forward into your chest in a fits of giggles "You're so stupid" you chuckled, holding his face in your hands.

"Yeah, stupidly in love with you" he teased with another grin and you rolled your eyes with a loud groan "No that's it, I'm leaving" you said, though you couldn't hide the smile that stretched across your face as you tried to roll off the bed, but Rylands strong arms wrapped around your soft stomach and pulled you back under him.

Your little giggles only stopped when he leaned down to kiss you, his tongue parting your lips to lick into your mouth, the wet suction of lips echoing between you.

Your head was emptied immediately, and you were only able to moan as he claimed your mouth, your hands inching up his firm biceps. When he pulled back to breath, you panted softly, your pupil completely swallowing the colour of your iris "Okay...maybe I'll stay" you whispered breathlessly, staring up at Grace.

"Let me keep convincing you" he muttered, dipping low to push the strap of your tank top down your shoulder, his lips trailing down your neck, kissing the pulse point that fluttered wildly beneath your skin. His fingers found the hem of your shirt, and he paused, looking up at you with an expression that screamed with the pure need he felt for you.

"Can I?"

You just nodded, not trusting your voice right now, your throat tight with anticipation.He pulled the shirt up and over your head, carelessly throwing it behind himself, revealing the soft, full curves of your breasts and the gentle swell of your belly. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he just stared, his eyes tracing every inch of you like he had waited his whole life to see you like this, scrambling to push up his glasses to make sure he saw you properly.

You felt a wave of warmth spread through your chest, chasing away any lingering selfconsciousness in your body. How could you feel bad about yourself when you had Grace looking at you like that?

He leaned down, pressing open mouth kisses across your collarbone and slid down the valley between your breasts with his tongue, his hands gripping your hips with a tenderness that made your eyes sting. But you couldn't bear to be the only one exposed like this, so you sat up to find the hem of his goofy sience shirt, tugging it upward. He leaned back on his haunches just long enough to help you pull it off, revealing his lean, but toned frame. It shouldn’t have surpised you as much as it did, considering how big his biceps were, but you weren't about to complain one bit.

You reached up, tracing the line of his collarbone, the dip of his sternum and how his abs raised under your fingertips. He shivered under your touch. But only when your hand started to wander over his v-line to follow the prominent vein that disappeared into his pants did he stop you, grasping your wrist.

"Lie back" he said, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone you didn't expected coming from him, your thighs clenching desperately "Wanna make you feel good."

You obeyed, sinking back into the soft mattress as he settled between your legs. His hands slid up your thighs, pushing the pants you wore down your legs and revealing the damp fabric of your underwear. He let out a low groan, pressing his forehead against your stomach like he couldn't believe he was allowed to do this.

Finally.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear and pulled them down slowly, his blue puppy eyes never leaving yours, it made you squirm impatiently under his gaze. When you were completely bare before him, he let out a shaky exhale, his hands gripping your thighs, spreading them wide.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to taste you" he muttered more to himself, though you heard him, but before you could reply, he lowered his head.

The first touch of his tongue against your folds made you gasp, your hips bucking into his face instantly. He let out a low, guttural sound of approval at your eager movements, his grip on your thighs tightening as he licked into you with a slow, savoring rhythm. He was thorough and unhurried, even when his glasses slipped up his forhead, like he had all the time in the universe and he intended to spend every second of it worshipping your body, just to make up for lost time.

Then he found your clit, and everything else ceased to exist.

You moaned, your fingers finding a sturdy grip in his full hair and slid off his glasses, pulling deeply at his roots. A pleasent shiver ran down his spine and coiled at his tailbone to make his hips grind into the matress below. "Oh fuck" he almost whined, the first curse word you ever heard from him muffled by your pussy, followed by a wet slurp of his lips. And my god did it do it for you. You had never heard him curse before, not once in all your time together. Just the surpise of it, that just the taste of your cunt could make him lose all of his composure and principles, sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

He hummed pleased into your pussy, as if he hadn't noticed himself slip up, and he might as well hadn't with the way his face was shoved up right between your folds, licking and slurping at your hole, while his nose squished itself against your clit.

"Don't stop" you begged, your legs lifting to cage his head between your soft thighs, quivering from the onslaught of pleasure "Please, Grace"

He would never dream of stopping now that he got what he desperately wanted for so long. When you wrapped your thighs around his head, it was over, and he was straight up sent to heaven. He moaned into you in a way that could only be understood as keep going, and you continued to rake your nails over his scalp, keeping his head secure in place when he finally circled your clit with his tongue in tight, precise motions that made your vision go white around the edges.

He sucked, licked and devoured you like a man starved. Oh god, the sounds he made, low and desperate, were the hottest thing you had ever heard. With every hot pant of his, every wet smack of lips made you gush even more into his mouth.

"That's it" he murmured against you, his voice thick and muffled from your thighs. "Cum for me, please" he whined, and you could barely hear his slurred words over the blood rushing in your years. When your foggy mind registered them, you arched into him, suffocating Grace between your slick folds. You didn't think he'd be able to talk this filthy, but you never wanted him to stop now that you knew.

The pressure built and built, coiling tightly in your belly like a spring. You were trembling, grasping his face firmly to desperately rock against him. The way you used him to work yourself closer and closer to the edge almost had him cumming into his pants. His eyes were closed in bliss, his mouth open, tongue out so you could hump against his face without care, your clit getting caught on the tip of his tongue and nose, his lips dragging along your folds with a shaky breath.

When you finally shattered, it was with a cry that echoed off the walls of your newfound home, your body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, crushing Rylands head between your thighs.

He didn't stop until you were boneless, your legs falling off his shoulders from exhaustion, your fingers that had locked tightly into his hair finally loosening.

Then he crawled up your body, kissing a trail up your stomach, between your breasts, up your neck until he was hovering over you, his forehead pressed against yours, his sweaty strands of hair sticking to your skin. "You're so pretty" he muttered, utterly enarmored by the dazed look in your eyes. When you came back down from your high, you could feel him pressed against your leg- hard and aching in his sweatpants. You trailled your hands down his chest and finally slipped past his waistband, your fingers wrapping around his length, and he let out a shuddering breath, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Want you inside me" you said, your voice hoarse and raw. "Please, Ryland, I need it"

You've never seen someone move this fast to remove their pants. You gasped as his cock sprang free. He wasn't excessively thick, but my god he was long. You were sure you'd feel him all the way in your throat, and you couldn't wait.

He quickly positioned himself at your glistening entrance, pausing to meet your eyes. "Tell me if it's too much. Tell me if you want to stop, okay?"

You quickly shook your head, grasping his face between your hands "I don't want to stop" you whispered, pulling him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. "I want all of you." you muttered against his teeth, before he shut you up with his tongue invading your mouth.

As the wet muscle pushed between your lips, so did Rylands hips, pushing his cock inside you slowly. You both let out shaky moans at the sensations, your bodies adjusting to the intimacy of being joined after not being this close to another human in ages. Grace stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to the overwhelming fullness, his breath coming in ragged pants.

"C-can I move? Please, let me..." he begged, his voice so thin you barely registered it. You felt his cock all the way in your guts, your throat tight like your pussy around his dick, so you only managed a frantic nod.

He sighed as if you had granted him salvation, beginning to move in a slow, deep rhythm that had you clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He was careful, so so careful with you regardless, but there was a desperate edge to his movements, a hunger that he was barely keeping in check. You weren't sure if you wanted him to.

"Been so long" Grace panted into your face, his voice breaking. "I don't know how long I'm gonna last." he confessed gingerly, and his claim was underlined by a whorish moan that left him as your pussy squeezed him as he hit that perfect spot inside you.

"Don't care" you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly deeper. "Just- right there! Don't fucking stop!" you whined, your head thrown back as he brushed it again. He groaned, shifting his angle to hit it again and again, his movements growing faster, more urgent as he fucked into you.

The pressure built again, faster this time, your body tightening around him. He was right there with you, his thrusts growing sloppy, his breath hitching. He quickly went to draw right circles around your clit with his thumb.

"Cum inside me" you whispered, your mouth remaining agape "Please, fill me up"

A visible shiver ran through him at your words, and his fingers itched to lift your legs over his shoulders to press and pound you into the matress, but he shook his head "I-I can't...what if I-" he wheezed, allthough both of you knew he was barely holding on. "You can, and you will" you breathed, locking your ankles behind his back.

He shook above you, closing his eyes tightly as if he could will himself to resists, but he was helpless against your sweet begging, and when you pulled his face to the crook of your neck, whispering into his ear how you wanted to be full of him, he didn't last another second.

Grace keened against your neck as you both tumbled over the edge, your bodies shuddering together. He spilled inside you with a broken moan, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. You panted into each others shoulders, the sweat cooling down your overheated skin. For a long moment, neither of you moved, just basking in the bliss of your shared orgasms.

Ryland pulled out gently, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, wrapping his arms around your waist. He pressed a sweet kiss to your shoulder, then your neck and lastly your lips. You smiled into the kiss- you totally had to thank Adrian the next time you saw him.

Just when you both got into a comfortable position to cuddle, a loud beeping could be heard downstairs, followed by Armandos robotic voice.

You looked over at Grace with a shocked expression. He looked equally surprised "I forgot to take the food of the stove..." he admitted then, more to himself than to you, rubbing his neck in embarrassment.

You groaned, falling back into the pillows.

"You think Rocky knows anything about Uber eats?"

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Special thanks to Ryan Gosling eating pussy in "Blue Valentine" (2010) and inspiring this smut <3

After watching Project Hail Mary, I realised that i've been living under the rock and that Ryan Gosling is so fucking hot what is going onnm

“For science!” Adrian chimes in, “you are first humans we’ve known, we want to study everything.”

“You watch Rocky eat, this seems like fair trade,” Rocky states, tapping a claw against the sand. You choke out a laugh, willing the heat in your cheeks to dissipate. “Sorry,” you start, glancing at Ryland to see the pink dusting his cheeks, “you want to watch us… have sex?”

“Yes, observe sex,” Adrian settles a little further down, tilting their carapace toward Rocky. “I know is private ritual,” he hums, “but could be good data to have.”

Ryland nods slowly, staring at his knees while he thinks. Finally, he sighs and faces you, “we would ask the same thing if we were in their position.” He purses his lips, biting back a grin at the shocked look you shoot him. “You’re thinking about it?” You ask, disbelief coating your words. 

He laughs, throwing himself back to lay in the sand. “I’m just saying I don’t think it’s such a crazy thing to ask.” He gestures to the aliens next to him, “like, they’re hundreds of years old, they’re intelligent beings, they’ve got a brand new species of equally intelligent life living in a terrarium on their planet, surely they’d want to know.” He lifts his head just enough to look at you, trying to gauge your reaction to his thoughts. 

Before you can form a response, Rocky stands proudly. “Rocky already heard all noises on ship, human mating very loud.”

You groan, kicking Ryland’s leg when he lets out a belly laugh at that. “Can’t you just like, watch porn on your laptop?” You’re grasping at straws at this point. “No,” Rocky says immediately, “Grace said porn isn’t realistic. Rocky want to see real thing.” Ryland laughs again, covering his face with his hands, “I did say that.” He peeks at you over his fingers, snorting when you roll your eyes and flop into the sand beside him. 

“Hey,” he turns his head to you, “only if you’re comfortable with it.” You think for a moment, trying to find a reason to deny the advancement of science other than sheer embarrassment. “It does feel a little like we’re zoo animals,” you sigh.

“We are zoo animals,” he whispers, hand finding yours, “but we have a choice.” His thumb strokes over your knuckles, “besides, they could learn so much about our biology, think of the studies they’ll be able to do with a few samples from us.” 

“Samples?!” Your eyes go wide, “you’re already thinking about jerking off in a cup for them?” He turns away with a cackle, “they’re already studying our bodies,” a quick point to a bruise on his arm from the most recent blood draw, “why wouldn’t they want to learn about reproduction? They already know how it works, we tag-teamed so many of those conversations on Mary.”

You groan, squeezing your eyes shut like you can make the conversation end if you can’t see any of them. “Come on,” Ryland whispers against your cheek, “let’s be guinea pigs.” The grin he cracks is thrilling, like he’s finally living out a fantasy he didn’t know he had. “You’re a fucking nerd,” you breathe quietly, smiling when he buries his face in your neck. “Is that a yes?” 

“Yes, fine, we can do it,” you mumble, laughing when he throws a fist in the air and turns to Rocky and Adrian, still sitting quietly beside him. “Okay, we’re in,” he’s all business suddenly, “how do you want this to work?” 

“Just want to watch, we go now?” Rocky stands and starts heading in the direction of your little house. “Wha - now, now?” You stammer out, eyes flying to Ryland when he stands and offers a hand to help you up. “Yes, now,” Adrian answers, launching into a list of positions they researched and ranking which ones they wanted to see the most. 

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The house is quiet, late afternoon light filling the space with a nice glow. You stand nervously in the bedroom, watching as Rocky and Adrian make themselves comfortable on a bench Ryland dragged in. You set your boundaries on the walk back: the Eridians wouldn’t talk, if either of you were uncomfortable at any point you’d stop, Ryland wasn’t allowed to teach while actively fucking you. All the normal stuff.

He sidles up to you slowly, hands coming to rest on your waist. “Really? A cuck bench?” You laugh, gesturing to the other side of the room. He laughs too, winking while he draws closer, “a scientific, observational cuck bench.” He stops before he kisses you, “just focus on me,” he breathes against your lips, feeling your body release a little tension at his proximity. 

You melt into him when he finally presses his lips to yours, trying to push your nerves to the back of your mind. Ryland takes his time, kisses you slowly, passionately, like he’s trying to draw out every insecurity from your body, like he wants you to enjoy it with him. Gentle fingers slide under your shirt, spreading over the warm expanse of your back. He pulls you against him tighter, groaning quietly when you roll your hips against his. 

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers in your ear, teeth nipping the sensitive skin below it. You tilt your head to give him more access, breath hitching at the way he sucks marks on your neck. You can already feel his erection against you, pressing insistently as he sinks his hands under the waistband of your pants, fingers squeezing the plush flesh of your ass. You palm him through his sweatpants, feeling him shiver against you when you get the pressure just right. 

He chokes on a whine, pulling away from your neck just long enough to get his shirt off. Your hands trace over the expanse of his stomach, you can’t help but admire the extra weight he’s put on. He grins against your lips, big hands cupping your face before he’s moving to pull your shirt off too. 

The cool air against your skin suddenly reminds you that you’re not alone. Ryland feels the tension return to your frame, shifting so your back is to the aliens in the corner. He strokes your arms and kisses you soundly, his tongue claiming yours in an attempt to keep you in the moment with him. 

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmurs under his breath, feeling the goosebumps that raise under his fingers. “Cold, sweetheart?” His smile makes your heart skip again, he looks at you like you hung the moon. You nod and he twists his mouth like he’s thinking of the best way to warm you up. “Want me to help?” He’s teasing now, clearly getting a thrill out of making you grin despite yourself. 

“Lay down for me,” he kisses you again for good measure. You climb on the bed, laying against the pillows while he sheds his pants with a wink. “Love you,” he whispers into your skin as he works his way up your body. You arch enough to let him unhook your bra, accepting the deep kisses he gives you when he throws it to the ground. 

A soft moan makes its way out of your throat when he licks down your neck and chest, slowly working his way to your breasts. He looks up at you from under his lashes when he takes a nipple in his mouth, eyelids fluttering when you stroke a hand through his hair. He sucks on your breasts like it’s his job, drawing out sounds from you that are almost embarrassing in current company. 

When you tug his hair with a murmur of his name, he groans, tongue vibrating against your sensitive nub and pulling a whimper from you. He pulls off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your nipple. The sight sends a shock to your core, your hips rolling against him and head tilting back. He smirks to himself, shifting so he can get your pants and underwear off. 

He sits back on his knees and takes you in. Soft hands lift your leg, his lips leaving sweet kisses from your ankle to your knee. He lays flat, dark eyes locked on your pussy, not even trying to hide the growl that claws its way out of him. Seconds tick by with no additional contact, you reach for him, tugging his hair again. 

“Please, Ry,” you whisper, moaning when he licks a stripe up your core like that’s all he was waiting for. The first taste has him groaning against you, his eyes rolling back and fingers flexing on your thighs. “S’ good,” he whines into you, pressing your legs further apart.

You throw your head back, grinding your hips when he bumps your clit with his nose. It’s a little exhilarating knowing that you’re being watched in such a vulnerable position. Ryland between your legs, slowly taking you apart with his tongue, encouraging you to take what you need. And it doesn’t help that Ryland seems to be working twice as hard as normal, like he’s trying to show off to aliens who don’t know any different.

You feel a hand leave your leg and soft fingers prod your entrance. He looks up at you without breaking his rhythm, waiting for permission that you give quickly, willingly. You feel more than see the smile that pulls at his lips, then he pushes in and squeezes his eyes shut. “Oh, baby,” he groans into your skin, “so tight, so warm. This all for me?” Your breath hitches, you love his mouth in these moments. 

“Just for you, Ryland,” you moan, back arching when he slides a second finger in. He growls again, speeding up his movements and chasing your release like it already belongs to him. A curl of his fingers has you bucking into his hand, spreading your slick against his chin and cheek. You clench down, guiding his head to exactly where you need him to tighten the coil in your stomach. 

He flicks his tongue and sucks just right, staring up at you with wide eyes as he feels you building. Little groans of, “mhm, mhm,” fall from his lips, spurring you towards the edge. A gasp pulls from your throat and your whole body tenses, heat rolling through you in waves. You grind against his face, feel him lick up your release as it spills around his fingers still nudging that spot inside you. 

You flop down in the bed, breath coming in harsh pants, and take a second to assess your body. Your legs were tingling, vision a little fuzzy, core spasming as Ryland slowly pulls out. He stays where he is, pressing kisses to your thighs and hips, whispering praise until he sees your face relax fully. When you reach for him, he moves quickly. 

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling when you let out a small sound. “Doing okay?” He asks against your jaw, fingers intertwining with yours and lifting above your head. “Yeah,” you breathe, “I could go for another one.” It’s your turn to wink at him.

“I can get back down there if you want,” he teases, licking into your mouth when you laugh. “Mm, Ry, I wanna come with you,” you hold his face with your free hand, thumb swiping against his cheek gently. That sweet pink shows itself on his skin again, making you giggle as he drops his weight into you. 

“I think we can make that happen,” he groans, shoving his boxers off with one hand and kneeing your legs farther apart. You spread easily, so wrapped up in the man above you that you forget there’s been an audience here the whole time. 

He wastes no time, slotting his tip against your entrance with a whimper against your shoulder. You roll your hips just right, feeling him slip in. He shudders above you, “sl-slow baby,” he begs, “y’ got me so worked up.” A sharp nip lands on your neck, causing your head to drop back again with a moan.

“Love those noises you make, so sexy,” he’s talking to distract from the fact that he’s not moving. “Can feel you squeezing me already, god, you’re amazing,” he slides in another inch, gasping and groaning when he feels your walls give way for him. “Oh- oh baby, fuck.”

You try to relax, try to make it easier for him, but the sounds falling from him are so hot, you can’t help the occasional clench that rocks you both. It takes him a while to push all the way in, he does everything he can to keep it together when he bottoms out and you gasp right in his ear. He’s not usually so sensitive, you briefly wonder if being watched is doing it for him that much. He did agree to it pretty quickly, after all. 

He gives a testing thrust, panting above you with the effort. You roll your hips when he finds a rhythm, feeling how he squeezes your hand still in his above your head. He builds speed, practically fucking you into the mattress with the depth of each thrust. You’re a mess beneath him, moaning and gasping, head tossing and turning, free hand sinking nails into his back and neck. 

A steady string of “yes, yes, yes,” punches out of him, like he couldn’t keep the words in if he tried. Without breaking his pace, his big hand grabs the back of your thigh, heaving it up towards your chest. The new angle makes your eyes roll back, his cock reaching deeper and deeper. A growl rips from his throat, low tones vibrating against your chest. You hug him to you tighter, taking everything he gave you with barely concealed elation. 

He feels you clench around him particularly hard, feels how close you’re getting. He releases your hand to grab your other leg, pushing it up to match the other one. The position pushes the air out of your lungs, your legs shaking under his hold. “Give it to me, sweet girl,” he rumbles, “come on my cock, baby.”

You slip a hand down to where you’re connected, gathering some slick and rubbing your clit in rough circles. Your fingers brushing against his length almost makes him cum, he whimpers into the air and grits hit teeth to stave it off. 

The sensations build, your body going taut as you finally crest the wave. A broken cry rips from your throat, legs shaking against his strong hold. It shatters through your whole body, heat and sparks for what feels like an eternity before you can suck in a breath. You clamp down on him and it tips him right over, a loud groan signalling his end before you feel warmth flood your walls. 

He fucks you through it, dropping your legs in favor of leaning forward and kissing you messily. It's all teeth and tongue, he’s practically drooling into your open mouth. Your body relaxes against the sheets again, letting him press you into the mattress with grounding weight. He places sloppy kisses all over your face and neck, eyes half lidded in his own daze. 

“Jesus, okay,” he laughs with his face hidden, “I was really into that.” A surprised laugh bubbles out of you, your hands cupping his cheeks to lift him up where you can see him. “I could tell,” you smile at his blush, “it’s been a while since you went for a mating press.” He grins into your palm, “Adrian mentioned it and I couldn’t stop thinking about it,” he sighs, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of your thumb.

He rubs your side soothingly, turning his head to Rocky and Adrian, “you guys, uh - you got what you needed?” You look over to see them stand, stepping off the bench like normal. “Rocky has questions, statement.” 

You and Ryland burst into giggles, “yeah, of course. Just give us a few minutes to clean up?” They amble towards the door, “Rocky, Adrian wait on beach, have much to discuss.”

You don’t have a chance to ask what that means before they’re gone. Ryland turns back to you slowly, “I know they don’t have anything to compare that to, but is it weird I wanted to impress them?” He looks shy, like he can’t believe that just happened. “They’re actually talking right now about how much of a beast Grace is in bed,” you laugh, squeezing his cheeks when he goes bright red. 

He groans and rolls off of you, covering his face with a pillow. “You’re never gonna let me live this down,” it comes out muffled but you hear it anyway. You shift to lay against his side, “hey, I was as much of an eager participant as you were.”

“Besides,” you skim your fingers over his chest, “it was kinda hot, seeing you so lost in it.”

“Lost in it?” He snorts, pulling the pillow away. “Mhm,” you hum, “like you were drunk on me.” He grips you tightly with both hands, sliding you up his body until he can kiss you properly. 

“We should ask them to make alcohol so we can do that again tipsy,” he whispers against your lips, smiling when you push his head away with a laugh. “Adrian’s got more positions they want to see, anyway.”

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