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My take on Eridian reproduction from my Scientific Method fic. Feel free to use in your own fanworks; credit is appreciated but not necessary <3 please cred if you repost the diagram though

Sorry in advance for the terrible dialogue:)

Tw: kinda dub-con???(soft tho,they love each other), love confessions kinda

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Can eridians purr??? They can now!

• just imagine rocky cuddled up with his limbs around Grace's waist and Adrian all big and warm as they lean against them for support

• It was supposed to be just cuddling, a way for them all to bond and reacquaint himself with touch again

• He was nearly asleep with a hand absentmindedly trailing along the planes on the glossy suit when a vibrating rumble that he feels more than he hears surrounds his lower half

Purr, it was a purr, rocky was purring.

• It would be adorable and grace would coo in adoration but instead Grace was holding back a shocked gasp in his throat because Rocky was purring on his lap, although it was more bone-deep vibrations coming from the eridian than anything

“Rocky-!” Grace startled “I-uh- didn't know you guys could–purr…” he finishes weakly

• The eridian hums thoughtfully, rocky momentarily (mercifully) stops the rumbling vibration as his fourth leg taps on Grace's ankle in question

“No understand word, what is ‘purr’ question?”

Oh Lord…

• grace wishes he would sink into the soft blankets and disappear with the way his cock was starting to stir, he needed to distract himself quickly before this got out of control

• “Oh-! Uhm..purring is a thing some animals can do on earth, it's sounds like a low rumbling vibration like what you were doing earlier” grace rambles on hoping that it will be enough distract rocky and himself from reacting anymore

• Adrian seems to perk up at the explanation, their low sonorous voice always sent a pleasant shiver up his spine “understand now Grace, yes eridians ‘purr' when content or happy or with mates”

•Happy? Oh well he understands that part but his brain latches onto ‘mates’ no matter how much he tries to shake the thought away

They were just cuddling, they are just cuddling-!

• Slowly taking a shaky breath doing his best to act normal (he's failing miserably) Grace smiles leaning into the bigger eridian even though he knows he should be sprinting away, making up some–any excuse

they can't know how much he loves–

They couldn't–

• “Adrian and rocky happy to be with grace, statement” the words are slightly slurred from Adrian’s rumbling, like the roar of a tiger grace can feel it in his soul along with his red stained cheeks

• As if to spite his growing dilemma rocky trills in agreement before the purring come back with a vengeance, and he's back to square one

Stars, help him–!

They might be the death of him

• Grace tries, god he tries, to subtilty keep rocky and Adrian talking but it doesn't work with the eridians only humming or chirping in answer brushing the hair away from his face, caressing his body in a way that leaves him dazed and confused like being hit over the head

Grace wished that was the case, at least a concussion would make more sense than whatever this is

• his own body betraying him, horrified to feel his blood keep traveling south under the unyielding pressure and torturous purring, Grace couldn't say anything without giving himself away and he couldn't move because Rocky and Adrian (although he loves them dearly) were heavy

Without grace telling them, they would hold him there until they were good and ready to move

• though the thought shouldn't have, it made his cock twitch with interest and he bites the inside of his cheek

• Eridians had an egregious hearing range let alone being right next to them, he's doomed–

It-It just feels so- good…

• He snapped back to reality when a claw sweeps through his messy hair with a gentle tap to his hip

“Grace heartbeat elevated, Grace okay question?”

• “Yea-yeah! I'm fine just tired..” but he's never been more awake–aware but he just squeezes his eyes shut silently praying for mercy that he knows won't come

• Grace can't stop the little squirm he does trying to lessen the pressure of Ricky's bulk (it doesn't work) "Is okay, rocky and Adrian watch grace sleep, keep grace safe” the merciless purr only seems to deepen somehow and rocky holds him tighter

“We take care of Grace, statement”

• A whine slips past his lips as his cock throbs with need, he's trapped on all side and he's never felt safer- never felt so good

He want to cry, feeling his eyes prickle behind closed lids

• his cock now painfully hard pressed against the unforgiving xenonite suit jumping with each purring interval, they must know–they have to-

• Rocky must be able to feel his every twitching muscle being pressed so close, the tension pulling his body so taut he needs to forcibly relax himself so he doesn't start shaking

(His thighs are trembling around rocky)

• “Grace ours, statement”

• Grace's heart isn't exactly steady at the moment but it damn near stops

•“Rocky what— do you mean?” His voice has taken on a whimpery tone, half-panic half trying not to outright embarrass himself

• His touch-starved body didn't have any restraint, it's been too long since he–

Oh God they're doing it on purpose–

• His legs jerk underneath the heavy eridians but they trill softly holding him still until he whines helplessly, Adrian petting his chest with large claws that he grips in his own hands

“Is okay Grace, Grace is ours now, statement” they coo melodically

And grace…He can't, he can't–!

• It feels like the world's most intense subatomic massage, his lungs can't fight the vibrations which are involuntarily sputtering out pathetic noises

• weakly grinding his cock against the hard surface grace trembles as he comes body seizing with a watery mewl, faintly hearing the chest-deep purr of Adrian and rocky as they hold him while he whimpers from overstimulation

• It doesn't feel like they're going to stop anytime soon with how tightly he's squished between them, he's not sure if he wants to..

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The author's proudly displayed fetish

The author's fetish you're pretty sure they don't realise they have

The author's fetish which they're firmly convinced everyone has and is just pretending otherwise

The author's non-sexual special interest which just sounds like a fetish because of their habitually unfortunate phrasing

The fetish the author is making a well-meaning effort to cater to in spite of clearly not understanding it themselves

The author's fetish that never quite makes it into the text because they keep getting sidetracked by the requisite worldbuilding

The author's utterly pedestrian sexual preference which the text treats like a bizarre fetish because they've got shit to work through

The author's seemingly innocuous recurring trope they're going to have a personal revelation about ten years down the road

like grace, you did NOT watch (movie) rocky stuff food up there and NOT go “oh my god what would it be like if that was my cock in there??”