A/N: I have a final exam in like 3 hours which I haven't completely prepared for, but the voices got to me... Also first time writing smut, kinda nervous <3 I'm just practicing for a Colt Seavers fic I wanna write I fear... I also know (very well) there are so many takes on the cockwarming Ryland Grace agenda... and here's mine
Cockwarming Ryland Grace while he works on his lesson plan.
CW: No use of Y/N, no gender mentioned but female anatomy is used
Ryland Grace knew better than anyone else how to turn your mind into mush.
That's what he was doing as he worked on his lesson plan for the next day with you on his lap. Humming softly as he worked diligently, preciselyโ typing in his ideas into his laptop, paying no attention to you except for the firm arm that held your waist in place, as you couldn't help but gasp and squirm in his grasp, his cock settled deep within you.
It was your fault, really. Offering to cockwarm him in a moment like this, and Ryland's will was stronger than you had initially thought. You'd just wanted to tempt him, tease himโ only for you to be the one struggling for any semblance of pleasure aside from the delicious stretch of his cock.
A gasp fell from your lips as you tried to buck your hips one more time.
"Ryโ"
Oh, but he was relentless, not even budging a single bit. If it weren't for the red that coated the tips of his ears and the hidden smirk that played on his lips, you wouldn't even know he was affected by any of this.
"Behave yourself," he murmured. His free hand was kneading the skin of your torso now. "You asked for this, didn't you? So be a good girl and sit still."
You could only try. Swallowing down the urge to move your hips, you tried to relax yourself against his chest.
He was too big, too goodโ
A hand slowly trailed down to your folds, playing with your clit. Pleasure filled your senses as you let out a gasp, flinching in his hold, causing his already skewed glasses to go even further askew.
"I can feel you squeezing my cock," Ryland whispered in your ear, his breath brushing against your ear. "That's it. Don't move, sweetie."
A thought briefly passed your mind as you tried to hold stillโ he was using you like a fucking stressball. And that very thought was what had you reaching your peak, cumming with a loud moan as Ryland's finger persistently kept toying with your clit.
"Already?" his voice dripped with mock disappointment. "I barely even played with your pussy."
That had you burying your head back into his shoulder. You could feel his shallow thrust your quivering walls.
"'m sorry," you gasped, riding out the waves of your orgasm.
He let out a small tsk, before finally thrusting up deep into you. Your eyes could only roll up in response, hands scrabbling to the table to regain a sense of balance.
"Very well, then," he pressed a sensous kiss to the nape of your neck. "It's only fair I get to cum too."
waiting game ; ryland grace x reader (0.7k words) โ rocky has set a meeting with ryland on erid, but ur bf can't seem to leave your lap
โRyland, honey.โย
โHm.โ Rylandโs answer is barely a sound. More of a vibration than an actual response. And it is the only sign you have that heโs still awake, although strewn all over you with his head comfortably on your lap.ย
Your fingers are discarded in his hair, tugging and pulling at the edges gently as your boyfriend sighs in relief, and he has you trapped on the bed the Eridians had so kindly recreated for the both of you in your biodomeโwith his big and strong arms (albeit being a sleeper build) caging you in place and his head still on your lap.ย
โFive minutes until we need to go and meet with Rocky. Come on, get up.โ
โHmmmm.โ He drawls out this second time, a hand blindly reaching out to grab your wrist when youโd tried to remove your hand from where it was in his hair. He doesnโt even bother to open his eyes, doesnโt bother to remove himself from where he has trapped you.
โYouโre not listening to me.โ
Ryland unpeels his left eye open, just a squint, just to see your scolding face at him before he turns his head to press a lazy kiss on the shirt over your stomach.
โFew more minutes.โย
โYou know he gets impatient.โ
โBut this is objectively way more comfortable.โ He argues.
You laugh quietly at your boyfriend, at his persistence, at his need to keep this current comfort. โGrace. We really have to go.โ
โOh no, my last name. Thatโs never good.โ He sighs, choosing to ignore your other hand thatโs currently trying to shake him awake, the one thatโs trying to peel him off your lap so you can take him to Rocky who was probably already at their meeting spot by now.
Instead, he chooses to shift closer to you, pressing his face on your stomach and tightening his grip around your waist. Apparently, being sleepy and a little disoriented doesnโt have an effect on his strength and how heโs able to hold you in place despite your orders against it.ย
โRyland.โ
โHe can wait." He mumbles. "I have my girlfriend right here and sheโs so comfortable.โ
โYouโre making Rocky wait because my lap is comfortable?โ
Rylandโs response is merely a murmur against your clothes, digging his nose deeper and littering a few kisses where his mouth meets you. โLet's just reschedule. Heโll understand I have different priorities right now.โ
โIโm the said priority?โ
โYes.โ
Your heart warms at the silly man on your lap, shaking your head in disbelief at his reasoning. Still, you try to make him understand. โHoney, he might have something important to say.โ
โDonโt think anythingโs more important than this.โย
But who is Ryland if not a little (a great amount, Rocky would argue) stubborn?
โHeโs going to barge in here.โ
โOkay. At least Iโll have the few minutes it takes him to get here to be with you.โ
Ryland finally lifts his head, looking at you with tired but endearing eyes and his messy head of hair, and a smile lazily tugging on his mouth.ย
โHeโs so going to tell us off.โ You sigh, looking down at your boyfriend who is still staring fondly at you. Slow blinking from his eyes and fingers rubbing along where theyโre intertwined behind you.
Still refusing to let you go.
And then, โOkay, okay. Iโll get up.โ
He doesn't sound convincing.
And, despite his statement, his eyes close again.ย
Heโs definitely late now.ย
And you already know Rocky is making his way to where the both of you are, and you know the string of scoldings that will follow, but one of Rylandโs hands has found yours and his thumb is gently running over your knuckles and his warm lips are pressing small kisses on your hand.
You canโt bring yourself to leave anymore. I mean, you were apparently Ryland's priority and how could you possibly deny your boyfriend that?
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A string of notes overlapping each other can be heard outside your clear window, accompanied with banging so he knows he has your attention.
โGrace. Is unacceptable. Science is waiting. Human mate activity must conclude.โ
content: smut, fluff, aftercare, sex pollen, masturbation (both), slight handjob, p in v, clueless ryland
summary: after an accidental chemical mix, you and ryland start to weird... so much so that it's the only thing you can think about.
a/n: this one might be really bad tbh.. I honestly had a lot of trouble with this one.. not sure why, but have mercy
Things had been going great after you found that Taumoeba killed the Astrophage that was killing the sun. You, Rocky, and Ryland had worked long and hard, figuring out how exactly it killed Astrophage, and how to breed it.
And you figured it out. So, now it was just you and Ryland again. You sent Rocky off with his own farm of Taumeboa, and you and Ryland had your own.
You are Ryland were currently working on breeding even more Taumeboa.
It was pretty easy. You just had to introduce a bit of it to nitrogen, kill off the non-resistant cells, and then breed the remaining ones. Pretty simple.
The two of you were sat in the lab, the rhythmic hum of the Hail Maryโs being the only sound between you. Ryland was carefully adjusting the nitrogen levels in a containment jar, while you were wiping down the metal workbench with a heavy-duty isopropyl alcohol pad to prep the next batch of petri dishes.
"Okay, nitrogen introduction complete," Ryland muttered, tapping the glass. "Now we just wait for the non-resistant cells to die."
He leaned over to pass you the glass vial, but his fingers, slick from working under the warm lab lights, slipped.
The vial dropped, shattering right into the small puddle of wet cleaning alcohol on your workbench.
"Wait, don't touch it!" you warned, but it was already too late.
The glass didn't just contain Taumoeba. There were trace, unwashed specs of active Astrophage still stuck to the inner rim. The moment the microscopic organisms flooded into the puddle harsh alcohol, a bizarre chemical chain reaction took off. The Astrophage began violently dissolving in the solvent, releasing raw, volatile alien proteins. The aggressive Taumoeba cells tried to consume that sudden flash of frantic energy, but the alcohol immediately attacked their lipid membranes.
Instead of staying a liquid puddle, the mixture hissed. A sudden, flash-drying crystallization occurred right before your eyes.
A cloud of fine, shimmering yellow powder puffed upward, caught instantly by the lab's intake vents.
"What the fuck-" Ryland started, coughing slightly as the fine dust filled the air between you.
You coughed, waving your hands as the powder filled your lungs.
It took about 20 seconds for the powder to disappear. Then it was gone.
"Okay... that.. certainly happened." He mumbled, grabbing a dry hand towel out of the cabinet above him before wiping the lab table down.
"Yeah.. let's try to be careful next time?" You teased softly.
"Shut up, it was an accident." He rolled his eyes.
"I'm messing with you, Ry."
The two of you cleaned up the mess and decided that you'd done enough for the night. You closed up all the petri dishes into the Xenonite containers that Rocky had given you.
"You wanna sleep?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I was planning on it.." You nodded.
The two of you had been taking turns sleeping. The both of you were slightly paranoid that the ship would spontaneously explode if you both slept at the same time.
"Okay, go ahead. I'll be out here reading or something."
You nodded and then the two of you went your separate ways.
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It was only 30 minutes into your sleep that you woke up sweating.
Your body was hot, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the ships temperature. You lifted your hand, feeling it with trembling fingers. You weren't warm, but your body was tingling with something you'd never felt before. Something intense.
You pushed the sheets off of your body, sitting up in your bed. As you did so, you realized how sensitive your skin was. The slight brush of your shirt on your chest making you shiver.
What the fuck is happening to me? You thought.
You sat there for a moment. Taking in the way your body felt. That was when you realized the deep pooling heat that was settling in your stomach.
You shifted your legs slightly, just trying to get comfortable, but you couldn't help but gasp and let out a whine.
Okay something was definitely wrong with you. Maybe you were like.. ovulating very intensely? Maybe you were having a wet dream that you didn't realize.?
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to push away the thoughts that were beginning to fill your mind. It didn't work at all. You shifted again, and all that follows was the hitch of your breath and an electric shiver down your spine.
This was too fast. Too intense.
There was absolutely no way this was ovulation or a wet dream. What was it though? You weren't sick.
You carefully pushed yourself to the end of your bed, trying so hard to ignore the burning of your sensitive skin. You felt the cold floor against your feet, feeling the difference in the temperatures.
That's when it hit you.
A sudden image of the lab incident flashed through your mind. The chemical reaction must've caused some type of weird airborne byproduct.
You sighed. This couldn't be real. That was what you thought until you felt another wave of heat pulse through your core, forcing a moan out of you.
You were being completely taken over by an alien sex pollen.
You whined softly, covering your face with your hands as you tried pushing everything away. You laid back down, body twitching as you did so. You would go back to sleep. Everything would be fine when you woke up.
But you were so, so wrong. You couldn't even sit still for 30 seconds.
You sighed and gave in. Hopefully you could give yourself some relief. You slid your hand under your sweatpants, then past your underwear. Your fingers were trembling, and you were absolutely dripping wet.
You lightly pressed your fingers to your swollen clit, letting out a moan as you did so. You circled your the bundle of nerves, biting your lip to silence yourself. You did that for a small moment before moving your fingers down to your entrance.
You slowly pushed them in.. you fucked them into yourself once.. twice.. a third time.. and then white hot pleasure crashed over you.
You moaned softly. You had cum in under a minute.
This was torture.
You sst there, panting softly as you frowned. It was still unbearable.
You needed to do something about this.. and clearly masturbation wasn't the answer, nor was sleeping.
You tried thinking about what to do, but to your surprise, the only thing that came to mind was Ryland.
You'd had a crush on him for a while, sure, but you'd never thought this deeply about him. Visions of him you had never in your 12+ years on this ship had thought about.
But then you realized... if you were feeling an effect from the powder.. so was he. He was right beside you. He would be going through the same exact thing.
You took a deep breath before swinging your legs off your bed, standing up. You legs were shaking horrendously.
You had to grip onto the side of the wall just to keep yourself up, but eventually you made it to the door.
You quickly pressed the buttons on the door panel, and it hissed open softly.
The sight that met your eyes was absolutely shocking.
Ryland was pressed against a wall, head tilted back with one knee propped up, and the other laying flat on the floor. His jeans were pulled half down his thigh and he had one hand buried in his underwear, clearly trying to rub his problems away.
His free hand was gripping his hair as he softly whimpered. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him.
"Pleasepleaseplease go away-" He choked out, a tear falling from his eye.
Oh he was absolutely fucked.
You didn't have to think about what you were about to do. Your body was screaming with heat, and the sight of him almost completely unraveled right in front of you overode every shred of hesitation you had.
You took a single step forward and his head snapped in your direction. His hand stopped, but he didn't pull it away. He was probably unable to. He stared at you for only a second before looking away. He was both embarrassed, but also scared his feelings would become even more unbearable if he kept looking at you.
"I- I'm sorry- I tried to get away from the dormitory room but I couldn't breathe- I-" He stuttered, eyes shut as he laid his head back. "I don't know what's wrong with me-" He said.
You didn't answer immediately, you just walked over to him and dropped to your knees beside him. He opened his eyes, looking at you.. shocked at your proximity.
"D-dont get too close- I-"
You shook your head, thighs shifting softly. You reached out, hands shaking. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist. He tensed, a soft sound coming from his. You pulled his hand out of his boxers gently.
"It hurts so bad-" He whined.
You nodded. "I know.." You said and pulled his hand, pressing it to your chest. Your heart was pounding intensely beneath your clothes.
"Y-you-"
You cut him off. "It was the powder, Ry.."
He met your eyes again, tilting his head. "T-the powder?"
You nodded. "The mixture caused this.. weird- unbearable feeling." You said, shifting your thighs again. "And doing it yourself is.. not going to fix it I'm afraid."
He was shocked. He hesitated for a moment and then shook his head. "N..No we can't- I.. I'm not gonna make you have sex with me just b-"
You cut him off yet again, your hand slipping beneath his boxers.
"S-shit" He moaned softly as you wrapped your fingers around his hard, twitching cock.
You began flicking your wrist, thumb rubbing his tip, just overall making him see stars. He was an absolute whimpering mess in only seconds, but he grabbed into your hand the second he saw you shifting helplessly against the heel of your foot.
"S-Stop-" He whined.
Your heart stopped, but you complied, slowing your hand.
"A-Are you sure you want to d-do this?" He asked.
"M-hmm," you nodded, still shifting your hips. "There's nothing else t-that's gonna fix this."
He sighed, nodding. "Okay.. but le-ts do it the right way.." He said, pulling your hand from his boxers.
He lifted his hips and slid his boxers and jeans down, kicking them off when they were by his ankles. He nodded towards you, and you only took seconds to follow.
Once you were both bare from the waist down, he waved you closer. "Come here.." He said.
Of course, you immediately moved closer, and it was only moments before he pulled you onto his lap.
You shivered, his cock was right between the two of you, pressed into his stomach and leaking with precum.
"Ry-" you whispered, his hands gripping your hips.
"I know, sweetheart hold on.." He said, lifting you with a tight grip on the backs of your thighs.
Very very slowly, he pulled you in and positioned you on his cock. Both of you let out a moan, his head falling back on the wall as yours found place on his shoulder.
He slowly sank into you, twitching as he tried not to fuck up into you.
"Ryland, why are you holding back? You know this is just as unbearable for me as it is for yo-"
You didn't even finish your sentence before he began bouncing you on him. You whimpered, gripping tightly onto his shirt.
He was fucking up into you all while you were bouncing on him and it made your eyes roll back every. single. time.
It was only a minute when you were moaning his name repeatedly and clenching around him.
"Fuck- I'm gonna cum-" He whined.
You nodded, legs tightening around his hips as you moaned into his ear. You both came at once, panting relentlessly.
You sat there for a moment. It still wasn't gone.
The brief rush of the release should have cooled the agonizing fire in your skin, but the heavy, radiating warmth under your flesh flared right back up a mere second later.
Your chest heaved, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against Rylandโs as you remained straddled securely in his lap.
Beneath you, Ryland let out a low, shattered groan, his forehead dropping heavily against your shoulder. His large hands were still locked onto your hips with a trembling grip, his fingers twitching against your skin.
He wasn't softening. In fact, as another wave of the heat hit him, you felt him instantly twitch and harden right back up inside you.
"Oh god," Ryland choked out, his voice a rough, broken whisper against your neck. He shifted his hips upward in an involuntary, desperate jerk, a gasp escaping his lips as the friction hit him all over again. "It... it didn't fix it. It's starting again."
You whined, your head rolling back as your own compromised body eagerly melted right back into the heat. The absolute exhaustion of the first round was completely overridden completely.
"Here let's-" He sat up straighter, only to move to he could lay you back onto the floor.. meaning he had to pull out.
As he did, both of you whimpered from the loss of contact, but it didn't last long. The second you were comfortably laying on your back with your legs around his waist, he inched back inside you.
His hips twitched again, but he still needed to make sure you were okay. So he held himself back despite the burning urge. "You doing okay, sweetheart?"
You nodded, looking up at him. He let out a soft exhale and then tilted his head down, kissing your jaw, and neck before starting up his pace again.
With this new position, he was hitting that spongy spot every single time without fail. He was filling you up justtttt right.
Your hands slid around under his shirt, your nails digging into the back of your skin. You were 100% leaving marks on his back, but that only made him want to fuck you harder.
As you moaned in response to his quicker thrusts, he spoke, "I- It's okay, honey. Don't worry- I'm gonna make it go away I promise.." He said.
You whimpered in return, and came on the spot. God his sweet talking just made everything so much deeper.
He followed only a few seconds later, but he didn't stop. He remained thrusting into you, his legs shaking, but he knew the heat wouldn't stop with just two orgasms.
"Ry-!" You whined, leaving crescent shapes in his shoulders as your heels dug into his lower back.
"I know, I kno-w- I'm gonna make it all better." He assured you, his fingers twitching from where they were holding him up beside your head.
The two of you came a total of five times before the excruciating heat finally left your system.
All you could feel was the sweat and leftover release between your legs that hadn't been repeatedly fucked into you.
He panted softly before pulling out and rolling onto the floor beside you. He pulled you into his chest, your body molding perfectly with his.
Now that the heat was gone, you were shivering softly against the cold floor.
"C'mon.. let's get cleaned up, okay?" He said, but you just let out a soft, weak whimper as your legs trembled.
He smiled softly and sat up, only to crouch down and pick you up, despite the shake in his own legs. He carried your half naked body to the sleeping cot, lying you down in it before walking off.
He came back with a wet rag and a bottle of water. He handed you the bottle, told you to drink, and began to clean up the mess between your legs.
He was very gentle about it, making sure not to touch anything sensitive without saying anything first.
Once he was finally done cleaning both you and him off, he tucked you into your bed and went over to his. You frowned.
"What're you doing..?" You asked.
"Going to sleep?" He said.
"Why are you over there.."
"Oh I just.. figured you.." He paused. "You.. had to do that against your will... it was either that or suffering."
"Ryland.."
"Am I wrong?" He asked.
"Okay sure it was against my will.. but that doesn't mean I didn't like it.. or that..." You hesitated, "..or that I don't like you."
He tilted his head at you. "You.. like me?"
"Is it not obvious?"
"No.."
"Wow men really are clueless. I've literally been flirting with you since we woke up from our comas."
"Oh." He said, ashamed that he hadn't noticed. He walked back over to your bed. "I'm sorry.. I.. I had a vision.. of the past." He admitted.
"Okay? How is this relevant?"
"I'm getting there, relax," he said. "I saw.. you. It was a month before the launch. You were.. dancing in the lounge and I just was thinking.. I wish she was mine."
You were shocked. You took his hand. "Ry... why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you wouldn't believe me..." He said.
You shook your head. "You men are so silly." You said, pulling him into the bed.
He fumbled forward, but quickly crawled into the tiny bed beside you.
Once he was settled in, he couldn't keep his eyes off you.
"Hey" You said.
"Hi."
You smiled, moving to fix his crooked glasses, but he pushed your hand away and pulled you in by your neck, kissing you.
You froze, but soon melted into the kiss, hands sliding up to his face.
You kissed for what felt like years until he pulled back.
"I'm really dumb." He breathed against you lips, foreheads touching. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears. "I spent all this time.. worried about if you actually liked me.. That I didn't notice the obvious signs."
"Better late than never, Ry."
He hummed in agreement. "You're right."
You sighed, settling into his chest. shivering still, but that was changed when he wrapped his arms around you.
โNothing, Absolutelyโ Rocky probably felt so vindicated when Ryland and Y/n told them that they remembered that theyโre married lol He would be like โKnew you were mates statement! Humans stupidโ๐๐
Also Ry would probably feel a little sad that Y/n gave up her life to go to space with him and heโd also feel so much love for her too๐ฅบ
OMG I totally should've made him sad at the end!!
and yes rocky would absolutely feel that way, 100%
Hi again!! Can I please request a professor!Ryland Grace x nurse!reader where back before Ryland was ostracized by the science community, he also taught a molecular biology class for grad students at a university and Y/n was his star grad student and she amazed him. They both had also completely fallen head over heels in love with each other. But when Ry is shunned by the science community he leaves to become a middle school science teacher without telling Y/n where he was going, even though she was very supportive of him๐ฅบ It devastates her so much she leaves her grad program and becomes a nurse instead. Later on Stratt hears about this amazing nurse who happens to also know a lot about astrobiology (Y/n) and after Y/n says no, Stratt forces her on the mission similarly to how she forced Ry. Y/n would be so pissed at Ryland when she wakes up and remembers everything and heโd do everything he can to get her to forgive him and love him again๐ฅบ
content: fluff, some crying, flashbacks, some mentions of needles
summary: when you wake up on the hail mary, you are absolutely clueless. the man on ship with you doesn't know who you are, and neither do you. eventually you learn after many flashbacks...
a/n: hi!!! this one took a bit of time, but I tried my best. some of the parts might be a bit jumbled and bad so please excuse that!!! also please ignore that the timeline is completely wrong, it's for the plot. hope you enjoy
this is a request from @kpopgirlbtssvt !
The first thing you realized about yourself was that you didn't belong here.
The second you opened your eyes, you were met with a blinding sterile light. There was a robotic arm that retracted away from you.
"Eye movement detected. What's three plus three?" A feminine voice asked.
You tried to speak, but all that came out was a jumble of words that didn't exist.
"Incorrect. What's three plus three?" It asked.
Before you could mumble out another gibberish phrase, a voice came from behind you.
"Leave her alone, Mary, let her wake up." Someone spoke.
The voice was coming from a man.. and adult definitely, but it was... familiar. You weren't sure why, but the sound of it made your heart race.
You tilted your head, looking in his direction. "Hey there," He said. "I wasn't sure if you were gonna wake up."
He was very handsome. Shaggy blonde hair, glasses, stubble. Very put together. You trailed his body... Jeans.. Converse.. and a T-shirt that said "I had potential." Alright then.
You tried to speak again, but nothing came out. You started to panic, noticing all the wiring that was attached to you. You shifted, trying to get up. You couldn't feel a single thing.
"Hey, hey don't panic.. Just give yourself a minute. Let me explain everything." He said.
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The two of you had spent at least an hour talking. His name was Ryland Grace. He had been awake for at least two weeks he said, and he didn't know much about his life, but he knew what he did and what the mission here was.
Basically, you were on a giant space ship called the Hail Mary, in the middle of fucking space, and you were apparently trying to save the sun from dying. Cool.
He was a scientist and a teacher. It fit him, you thought. Especially the science thing. He knew basically everything about every single tool and machine in the entire spaceship. It was honestly really impressive.
You however had absolutely no clue what you were doing here. None of the equipment made sense to you, and from what you could tell, you were absolutely terrible at math.
So what were you doing here?
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You slowly discovered that you did, in fact, know this man. You had a vision of your past, and there you saw that Ryland was a scientist. He had figured out that the sun killing chemical, Astrophage, could be breaded. The first thing he did when he found that out was hug you. You told him you were proud and that was pretty much it.
That's all you knew.
He must've been a good friend of yours, or a coworker.
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Another thing you noticed was that you knew exactly how he liked to do things.
It wasn't major at first. Whenever he was hunched over something, with tense shoulders, you immediately found yourself wanting to soothe him.
You walked up behind him, watching carefully. He groaned softly, his head laying onto the lab table in front of him. Without asking, you brought your hands to his shoulders, gently massaging them in a way that felt completely right.
He let out a grunt, his shoulders rolling back as you worked out the knots in his body.
Once you were done, he turned to look at you. "You are really good at that." He said, tilting his head at you.
You shrugged it off, but for some reason.. it felt really good to hear him say that.
Other things would happen too.
When he asked you to make him coffee, you did. You didn't have to ask him how he took it... because you already knew, but you had no idea how.
Maybe you were his assistant? That would make sense.. but why did you still feel such a strong pull to him.
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About a month after you'd oken up from the coma, you had another vision of the past.
You were at some sort of party.
There were lots of people there, including Ryland. He was sitting at a bar, his elbow resting against it while he rested his chin in his palm. He was staring at you with.. adoration. You smiled at him before walking over.
You found your way to him, sitting beside him.
He slid a drink in your direction, the one he had just taken a sip of.
"You look exhausted. Stratt stressing you out?" He asked, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
You nodded "Yeah. She's.. really pushing this whole.. Ryland needs to go to space thing. I told her you're not... that you don't want to." You sighed. "I don't think she's letting it go, Ry."
And then you were back.
You sighed out loud as you snapped back into reality.
"You alright?" Ryland asked, currently working on something science related that you didn't understand at all.
"Yeah.. just.. I keep getting glimpses of my past, but it's never the full thing. It's like there's something missing, I just can't figure out what it is." You said.
The whole thing was getting tiring. You just wanted to know the truth. Wanted to know why you were here.. and what you were important for on this mission.
"It's okay, you'll get to it eventually, I'm sure." He said, placing his tools down. "Come get your mind off it. Let me teach you something."
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It had been almost three months since waking up. Today Ryland was determined, but incredibly frustrated.
He was pacing back and forth, stressed about God knows what. You had not a single clue about what he was rambling about.. it all sounded gibberish to you.
The sight of him flustered and confused made your heart heavy. Like you needed to do something to help him.. and without even thinking about it, you walked up to him.
He met your eyes, looking utterly confused. You took his hands, rubbing your thumb lightly against them.
"Ryland, you're stressing yourself out. You need to take a deep breath." You said, tilting your head at him.
His eyes trailed your face, before he sighed, taking a deep breath in followed by a deep breath out.
"Is that better?" You asked, one hand sliding up to rub his shoulder.
"Yeah.. Thanks." He said.
"Mhm," you nodded. "Tell me what's bothering you.. I'm not a scientist, clearly, but maybe I can help."
He sighed, looking into the lab. The harsh fluorescent lights brightening his face.
He laughed.
"I don't even know where to start." He said, looking back at you with a smile.
You nodded, unable to help the way the corners of your mouth curved up. "I mean.. we are in the middle of space with intense memory loss.. I can't blame you."
He nodded back. "Yeah.." He murmured, his voice softer than before. "If we're going to figure out.. what we need to do, then we need to figure out where exactly we are in the universe. Because I have no fucking clue." He chuckled.
Before you could say another word, an alarm started blaring through the ship. Both of your smiles instantly faded as you looked around, flashing lights surrounding you.
Just as Ryland was about to say something, Mary spoke first.
"Approaching Tau Ceti Orbit. Prepare for Engine Cutoff."
"What?" He asked, pulling his hands away from you as he ran to the flight control panel. You followed quickly behind.
He slid into the pilots chair, Mary counting down from 20.
"Pilot detected."
Ryland quickly pulled himself out of the chair, "Still not a pilot!"
You sat in the chair beside him, watching as the timer slowly ticked down. "Ryland, what do we do?!"
"I don't know!" He shouted back.
"3... 2... 1"
Nothing happened..... That was until you realized that your hair was slowly lifting from where it usually laid. "Uh.. Ry..?"
He looked over at you, eyes widening as he gripped into the pilots chair.
"You are now orbiting Tau Ceti."
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The air in the room was cold. You and Ryland were sat beside each other, right across from a woman with long ginger hair.
"Ryland, I know you have a life here, but that will be gone if you stay on Earth. The world will freeze in about 30 years, including your life. I'm not asking you. You are my only hope." She said.
You felt an intense string of pain in your heart as you looked to Ryland. He had tears streaming down his face.
"Stratt. You know I'm not an austoranut... I can't do this. I'm not made for this. I'm a school teacher." He said, shifting in his chair.
Stratt.. That name was familiar from a past vision of the past.
"Please don't act like this is about your job. It's insulting. You are a scientist, Dr. Grace. You are going on that ship."
"No..no no you.. you can't make me do that. My mind is made up. You can't talk me into this." He said, rubbing his nose as he slid his glasses back onto his face.
"I'm... not trying to talk you into anything. I'm preparing you for what I'm going to do next."
Your heart dropped as she waved someone into the room.
"What?" You asked, standing from your seat, Ryland looking up at you with panic in his eyes.
"Mission plan will state that we induced his coma early to induce his safety. He will be remembered as a hero."
"No.. come on-" Ryland said, his pitch higher as tears welled up in his eyes. "Come on we can talk about this."
"Please don't make this harder."
And then he ran. He ran straight out the door.
"Stratt.. you can't do this!" You said, following her as she stepped in the direction of her window, phone held up to her ear now.
"Yeah, he's running." She said before hanging up. She looked to you. "I did what has to be done. He's the only option."
Your vision began to blur as you shook your head. "You're a monster."
You took off, following the guards that were chasing after Ryland. Just as you managed to get behind them, Ryland was tackled to the ground.
"No! Please don't make me go-" He cried, his arms being held behind his back.
You were next to him in an instant, crouching on your knees despite someone pulling you away from him.. and then you saw it. They injected him and seconds later he wasn't awake.
They freed you, causing you to fall forward for a moment before you crawled over to him, sobbing.
"Nononononono-" You cried, breath catching in your throat as you brought your hands to his face, lifting his head into your lap.
"Please.. please Ry, wake up.." You begged, tears slipping from your face and on to his cheek.
You pressed your forehead down onto his, silently pleading that he would wake up.
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"Hey, wake uppp" Ryland said, shifting your shoulders. "That ship sent us a weird capsule thing." He said, holding a metal cylinder in his hands.
You groaned softly, stretching before you sat up. "Is there something in it..?" You asked.
He shrugged in return. "Can't open it."
You nodded, getting out of your sleeping cot. Over the past day, your engine cut off. You found a gap in the Petrova Line, found an alien spaceship that helped you regain gravity, and now it was sending you guys a weird contraption... Cool.
You hadn't told Ryland about what you'd seen in your flashback. You were still trying to pick it all apart on your own. Clearly Stratt had sent Ryland on this mission without his consent, but that still didn't explain why you were so upset about it.
He could've been your friend, sure, but why were you that upset. You were sobbing, shaking, and not to mention, there was no reason for you to be in that meeting unless you had a really good connection to Ryland.
You were still missing something.
He snapped his fingers in your face. "Are you okay? You've been real.... spacey lately." He said, followed by a laugh. "See what I did there?"
You offered a gentle smile and nodded. "Yeah just.. thinking." You reached out, grabbing the cylinder from his hands. "What.. is this thing..?" You asked, examining it closely.
"I think it's some kind of message." He said, watching you.
You handed it back and nodded. "Alright then.. let's try it open."
The two of you worked on it for probably.. an hour and a half. You tried to pull it, twist it, smash it. Nothing worked.
Ryland groaned. "What is wrong with this stupid thing. Every time I check it, it still says it's Xenon. That's not physically possible."
You nodded. If you remembered anything from your highschool science classes, it was the periodic table. Xenon was in fact a gas. "That's so weird.."
He hummed in anger, pacing around the lab as he threw his hands around, animating every word he said. "Up is down, left is right, Xenon's a solid, aliens are real! I'm wrong about everything and everything is wrong." He slid into his stool again.
You sat across from him, your chin in your palm. The two of you looked at each other for a moment.
"Lefty tighty, Righty loosely." You said in unison.
He picked up the object and twisted one end to the right. It opened.
"I mean, come on." He said, smelling inside the container. "Oh no!!!" He slid over to a glass chamber that had gloves attached. He opened it, placing the object inside and put the gloves on.
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Stratt slid her gloves on, preparing to step into the cold air. You were right beside her, bugging her with something.
"Stratt please. Leave him here.. he's not.. he's not meant for this." You begged, voice hoarse.
"I understand your concerns for him, but the decision has been made. There's nothing you can do to change my mind."
"Please.. I can't- I can't live without him." You said, a tear slipping down your cheek.
"I apologize. This is just how it has to be." She said, walking out her office door with you following closely behind.
"There has to be something? Somebody else."
"There is no one. It's too late now."
You paused for a moment.
"So let me go with him." You said.
She stopped in her tracks and turned to face you.
"What?"
"If you won't let him stay.. Let me go with him." You repeated.
She didn't answer immediately. She scanned your face, looking for anything that told her you weren't being serious.
"You would throw your life.. your safety.. away for a sentiment?" She asked in a whisper. "This mission requires absolute focus. There's no room for dead weight."
You scoffed. "I won't be dead weight. I've been right beside him at every meeting. I know the protocols. I know the risk. If he goes alone, he's going to spiral. I know him. Don't you want to guarantee that.. that he actually saves the world? I am the guarantee."
She stared dead into your eyes for a very long time. She sighed and adjusted her clipboard in her hands. "Pack your things. Your coma will be induced in 24 hours."
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It had been roughly two days since you and Ryland had opened the mysterious alien cylinder.
The alien showed you where it lived in the galaxy, and Ryland had even met it. You didn't because you were far to terrified, but he came back with news.
He said it was a rock with practically the same problem that Earth was having.
Ryland was currently working on creating a makeshift translator out of a computer while you sat in your sleeping cot, trying to figure out why you had been so persistent to get on this ship with Ryland.
You could've been his best friend. Maybe that was it.
You seemed to know him pretty well.
You sighed, placing your hands on your face.
Nothing made any sense.
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So, the alien was moved in now. Ryland called him "Rocky." He slept right next to you and Ryland which seemed to be some type of alien culture... weird but okay.
Mate? Why would he think you were his mate? Your face went pink. Sure he was handsome, but..
"Rock, she's just a friend." Ryland said, snapping you out of your thoughts.
Rocky processed his words.
"Grace stupid. Statement."
You couldn't help but laugh. It was funny because realistically, Ryland was smarter than you.
"I am not stupid!" He scoffed, flicking random switches on the control panel.
The three of you were currently on your way to the planet called Tau Ceti to find out why the Astrophage wasn't killing it. It would take about 11 days.
"Grace fingers too slow. Grace is pathetic. Statement," Rocky's translator buzzed, his torso tilting aggressively toward his side of the plastic barrier. "Rocky is faster."
"I am moving at the maximum speed allowed by human anatomy, Rocky!" Ryland fired back, his hands darting across the console with a rhythmic, frantic precision that made absolutely no sense to you. "Cry me a river."
You sat in the corner jump seat, holding a pouch of freeze-dried space sludge, watching them bicker like two angry toddlers. "Wow. Look at you two. Two absolute geniuses speaking the secret language of spaceship knobs. Meanwhile, I've been sitting here for the past ten minutes trying to figure out what in Earth is in this pouch."
Ryland didnโt even look up from his monitors, a smug smirk plastered across his face. "It's beef stew. And for your information, we are currently executing flawlessly."
"Correct. Grace did not mess up. Is shocking. Statement," Rocky added, clacking his claws together in a rhythmic beat. "Human friend just sits and eats sludge. Dead weight. Question."
"Hey!" You pointed your spoon threateningly at the plastic barrier.
It hit a nerve since clearly you weren't here just for dead weight according to your most recent flashback.
"I provide morale, okay? I keep Ryland from talking to himself, which we all know he does the second we leave him alone."
Rocky paused, his carapace bobbing as if genuinely considering the point. "True. Grace speaks to walls when alone."
Ryland threw his hands up in defeat. "Great. Wonderful. Now you've officially turned my alien best friend against me. Eleven more days of this. I'm going to sleep."
You giggled as you watched him leave and you quickly followed behind him. "C'mon, Ry it was a joke!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever." He rolled his eyes as he made it to the door of the sleeping quarters. He turned to you and pointed his finger in your face. "I'll remember this moment. Just you wait."
"Oh come on, don't be dramatic." You said, grabbing his finger.
He stared at you for a moment, letting you hold his finger gently in your palm. He was staring at you like he was trying to figure something out. His eyes scanning your face over and over again.
"What?" You asked, the teasing smile not on your face anymore.
"Nothing.. sorry I just.. spaced out." He said, pulling his gaze away from you and turning around. He looked past his shoulder. "I'm going to sleep, goodnight."
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You were sat in a sterile office, it was different from the one before. Maybe a clinic of some sort. Stratt was sat in a stool in front of you, one or two doctors walking into the room. It was definitely a clinic.
"You will be put into a coma and placed on the ship. You will not remember anything when you wake up. "
"What..?" You asked. A doctor moved beside you, prepping a needle for you. "Why is my memory being wiped?"
"It is a side effect of the heavy life-support sedatives," Stratt stated smoothly, "The medical coma is the only way your body can survive the extreme physical forces of the voyage, but the drugs will scramble long-term cognitive pathways upon waking. You will relearn your identity. Earth does not have time for your personal sentimentality."
A soft exhale escaped your lips as the doctor pressed a cold, sterile alcohol wipe against the skin of your arm.
"H..How will we remember?" You asked, hands shaking.
"You just will. You and your husband will find your way back."
"Relax your arm." The doctor said.
You took a deep breath and the doctor injected the needle into your arm. You felt it, cold through your skin. Your vision became blurry, fingers twitching lightly on the arm rest.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Grace."
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You were still standing where Ryland had left you. Only now there were tears falling from your face.
"Grace, (Surname) is leaky." You heard from the sleeping quarters.
"W-What? Rock I'm trying to sleep." Ryland groaned.
The doorway hissed open and Ryland stepped back out into the corridor, looking completely disheveled and blinking sleepily against the dim light. His groggy expression vanished the instant he saw you, his posture stiffening in immediate concern.
"Hey," he said softly, stepping closer to you. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
You shook your head, wiping your face. "I.. I remember now.. I know why I'm here." You said, breath shaky.
"Come here.. Tell me." He said, wrapping his arms around your body. You took a deep breath settling your cheek against this chest as he brushed your hair with his fingers.
His embrace was warm, holding you with the instinctive, protective strength of a man who cared deeply, even if his conscious mind didn't understand why yet. The familiar scent of his skin and the steady, reassuring thrum of his heartbeat beneath your cheek felt like home.
"Take your time," Ryland murmured, his chin resting gently on top of your head as his hand continued its slow, soothing rhythm through your hair. "Just breathe. Tell me what you remembered."
You gripped the fabric of his shirt, squeezing your eyes shut as more tears fought their way up your throat. Holding it back felt physically impossible now.
You gently pushed back from his chest, forcing yourself to look directly into his eyes. Your hands trembled as you reached up to cup his face, your thumbs tracing the now familiar line of his jaw.
"I remembered why I'm on this ship, Ry. I wasn't drafted. I wasn't an astronaut," you whispered, a fresh wave of tears spilling over your eyelashes. "I... I chose to be here. For you.. I.. I'm your wife. And I couldn't live without you."
He paused. You saw something in his eyes as he looked down at you.
"My.. My wife." He repeated.
You nodded.
"This whole time.. I thought I just.. had a wife back home.. who gave me her ring to remember her.. now I realize that was an incredibly stupid assumption." He said, pulling his arm back. He pulled a chain from under his shirt... and their hung a ring with a diamond attached.
You stared at him, the memories softly flowing back. Late night dinner dates, library runs, you coming in to surprise him at work. You remembered it now.. and it looked like he did too.
You smiled for a second, but couldn't help the laugh that left your lips. Your head pressing into his chest.
"Ryland Grace you're such an idiot."
He laughed with you, shaking his head as he wiped his face.
"I know. I'm sorry."
The two of you laughed for a moment before you finally looked back up at him. There he was. Your husband. Your life. He met your gaze.
Ryland really would be the best girl dad ever!! Like imagine Ryland and Y/n have a surprise baby while on Erid and she wants to be a scientist just like her Dad and she had play dates with the Eridian children๐ญ
AHH THATS ADORABLEEEE.
definitely making this into a fic trust
also currently working on the other request you sent me! <3
content: smut, fluff, aftercare, sex pollen, masturbation (both), slight handjob, p in v, clueless ryland
summary: after an accidental chemical mix, you and ryland start to weird... so much so that it's the only thing you can think about.
a/n: this one might be really bad tbh.. I honestly had a lot of trouble with this one.. not sure why, but have mercy
Things had been going great after you found that Taumoeba killed the Astrophage that was killing the sun. You, Rocky, and Ryland had worked long and hard, figuring out how exactly it killed Astrophage, and how to breed it.
And you figured it out. So, now it was just you and Ryland again. You sent Rocky off with his own farm of Taumeboa, and you and Ryland had your own.
You are Ryland were currently working on breeding even more Taumeboa.
It was pretty easy. You just had to introduce a bit of it to nitrogen, kill off the non-resistant cells, and then breed the remaining ones. Pretty simple.
The two of you were sat in the lab, the rhythmic hum of the Hail Maryโs being the only sound between you. Ryland was carefully adjusting the nitrogen levels in a containment jar, while you were wiping down the metal workbench with a heavy-duty isopropyl alcohol pad to prep the next batch of petri dishes.
"Okay, nitrogen introduction complete," Ryland muttered, tapping the glass. "Now we just wait for the non-resistant cells to die."
He leaned over to pass you the glass vial, but his fingers, slick from working under the warm lab lights, slipped.
The vial dropped, shattering right into the small puddle of wet cleaning alcohol on your workbench.
"Wait, don't touch it!" you warned, but it was already too late.
The glass didn't just contain Taumoeba. There were trace, unwashed specs of active Astrophage still stuck to the inner rim. The moment the microscopic organisms flooded into the puddle harsh alcohol, a bizarre chemical chain reaction took off. The Astrophage began violently dissolving in the solvent, releasing raw, volatile alien proteins. The aggressive Taumoeba cells tried to consume that sudden flash of frantic energy, but the alcohol immediately attacked their lipid membranes.
Instead of staying a liquid puddle, the mixture hissed. A sudden, flash-drying crystallization occurred right before your eyes.
A cloud of fine, shimmering yellow powder puffed upward, caught instantly by the lab's intake vents.
"What the fuck-" Ryland started, coughing slightly as the fine dust filled the air between you.
You coughed, waving your hands as the powder filled your lungs.
It took about 20 seconds for the powder to disappear. Then it was gone.
"Okay... that.. certainly happened." He mumbled, grabbing a dry hand towel out of the cabinet above him before wiping the lab table down.
"Yeah.. let's try to be careful next time?" You teased softly.
"Shut up, it was an accident." He rolled his eyes.
"I'm messing with you, Ry."
The two of you cleaned up the mess and decided that you'd done enough for the night. You closed up all the petri dishes into the Xenonite containers that Rocky had given you.
"You wanna sleep?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Yeah, I was planning on it.." You nodded.
The two of you had been taking turns sleeping. The both of you were slightly paranoid that the ship would spontaneously explode if you both slept at the same time.
"Okay, go ahead. I'll be out here reading or something."
You nodded and then the two of you went your separate ways.
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It was only 30 minutes into your sleep that you woke up sweating.
Your body was hot, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the ships temperature. You lifted your hand, feeling it with trembling fingers. You weren't warm, but your body was tingling with something you'd never felt before. Something intense.
You pushed the sheets off of your body, sitting up in your bed. As you did so, you realized how sensitive your skin was. The slight brush of your shirt on your chest making you shiver.
What the fuck is happening to me? You thought.
You sat there for a moment. Taking in the way your body felt. That was when you realized the deep pooling heat that was settling in your stomach.
You shifted your legs slightly, just trying to get comfortable, but you couldn't help but gasp and let out a whine.
Okay something was definitely wrong with you. Maybe you were like.. ovulating very intensely? Maybe you were having a wet dream that you didn't realize.?
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to push away the thoughts that were beginning to fill your mind. It didn't work at all. You shifted again, and all that follows was the hitch of your breath and an electric shiver down your spine.
This was too fast. Too intense.
There was absolutely no way this was ovulation or a wet dream. What was it though? You weren't sick.
You carefully pushed yourself to the end of your bed, trying so hard to ignore the burning of your sensitive skin. You felt the cold floor against your feet, feeling the difference in the temperatures.
That's when it hit you.
A sudden image of the lab incident flashed through your mind. The chemical reaction must've caused some type of weird airborne byproduct.
You sighed. This couldn't be real. That was what you thought until you felt another wave of heat pulse through your core, forcing a moan out of you.
You were being completely taken over by an alien sex pollen.
You whined softly, covering your face with your hands as you tried pushing everything away. You laid back down, body twitching as you did so. You would go back to sleep. Everything would be fine when you woke up.
But you were so, so wrong. You couldn't even sit still for 30 seconds.
You sighed and gave in. Hopefully you could give yourself some relief. You slid your hand under your sweatpants, then past your underwear. Your fingers were trembling, and you were absolutely dripping wet.
You lightly pressed your fingers to your swollen clit, letting out a moan as you did so. You circled your the bundle of nerves, biting your lip to silence yourself. You did that for a small moment before moving your fingers down to your entrance.
You slowly pushed them in.. you fucked them into yourself once.. twice.. a third time.. and then white hot pleasure crashed over you.
You moaned softly. You had cum in under a minute.
This was torture.
You sst there, panting softly as you frowned. It was still unbearable.
You needed to do something about this.. and clearly masturbation wasn't the answer, nor was sleeping.
You tried thinking about what to do, but to your surprise, the only thing that came to mind was Ryland.
You'd had a crush on him for a while, sure, but you'd never thought this deeply about him. Visions of him you had never in your 12+ years on this ship had thought about.
But then you realized... if you were feeling an effect from the powder.. so was he. He was right beside you. He would be going through the same exact thing.
You took a deep breath before swinging your legs off your bed, standing up. You legs were shaking horrendously.
You had to grip onto the side of the wall just to keep yourself up, but eventually you made it to the door.
You quickly pressed the buttons on the door panel, and it hissed open softly.
The sight that met your eyes was absolutely shocking.
Ryland was pressed against a wall, head tilted back with one knee propped up, and the other laying flat on the floor. His jeans were pulled half down his thigh and he had one hand buried in his underwear, clearly trying to rub his problems away.
His free hand was gripping his hair as he softly whimpered. Your breath caught in your throat as you watched him.
"Pleasepleaseplease go away-" He choked out, a tear falling from his eye.
Oh he was absolutely fucked.
You didn't have to think about what you were about to do. Your body was screaming with heat, and the sight of him almost completely unraveled right in front of you overode every shred of hesitation you had.
You took a single step forward and his head snapped in your direction. His hand stopped, but he didn't pull it away. He was probably unable to. He stared at you for only a second before looking away. He was both embarrassed, but also scared his feelings would become even more unbearable if he kept looking at you.
"I- I'm sorry- I tried to get away from the dormitory room but I couldn't breathe- I-" He stuttered, eyes shut as he laid his head back. "I don't know what's wrong with me-" He said.
You didn't answer immediately, you just walked over to him and dropped to your knees beside him. He opened his eyes, looking at you.. shocked at your proximity.
"D-dont get too close- I-"
You shook your head, thighs shifting softly. You reached out, hands shaking. You wrapped your fingers around his wrist. He tensed, a soft sound coming from his. You pulled his hand out of his boxers gently.
"It hurts so bad-" He whined.
You nodded. "I know.." You said and pulled his hand, pressing it to your chest. Your heart was pounding intensely beneath your clothes.
"Y-you-"
You cut him off. "It was the powder, Ry.."
He met your eyes again, tilting his head. "T-the powder?"
You nodded. "The mixture caused this.. weird- unbearable feeling." You said, shifting your thighs again. "And doing it yourself is.. not going to fix it I'm afraid."
He was shocked. He hesitated for a moment and then shook his head. "N..No we can't- I.. I'm not gonna make you have sex with me just b-"
You cut him off yet again, your hand slipping beneath his boxers.
"S-shit" He moaned softly as you wrapped your fingers around his hard, twitching cock.
You began flicking your wrist, thumb rubbing his tip, just overall making him see stars. He was an absolute whimpering mess in only seconds, but he grabbed into your hand the second he saw you shifting helplessly against the heel of your foot.
"S-Stop-" He whined.
Your heart stopped, but you complied, slowing your hand.
"A-Are you sure you want to d-do this?" He asked.
"M-hmm," you nodded, still shifting your hips. "There's nothing else t-that's gonna fix this."
He sighed, nodding. "Okay.. but le-ts do it the right way.." He said, pulling your hand from his boxers.
He lifted his hips and slid his boxers and jeans down, kicking them off when they were by his ankles. He nodded towards you, and you only took seconds to follow.
Once you were both bare from the waist down, he waved you closer. "Come here.." He said.
Of course, you immediately moved closer, and it was only moments before he pulled you onto his lap.
You shivered, his cock was right between the two of you, pressed into his stomach and leaking with precum.
"Ry-" you whispered, his hands gripping your hips.
"I know, sweetheart hold on.." He said, lifting you with a tight grip on the backs of your thighs.
Very very slowly, he pulled you in and positioned you on his cock. Both of you let out a moan, his head falling back on the wall as yours found place on his shoulder.
He slowly sank into you, twitching as he tried not to fuck up into you.
"Ryland, why are you holding back? You know this is just as unbearable for me as it is for yo-"
You didn't even finish your sentence before he began bouncing you on him. You whimpered, gripping tightly onto his shirt.
He was fucking up into you all while you were bouncing on him and it made your eyes roll back every. single. time.
It was only a minute when you were moaning his name repeatedly and clenching around him.
"Fuck- I'm gonna cum-" He whined.
You nodded, legs tightening around his hips as you moaned into his ear. You both came at once, panting relentlessly.
You sat there for a moment. It still wasn't gone.
The brief rush of the release should have cooled the agonizing fire in your skin, but the heavy, radiating warmth under your flesh flared right back up a mere second later.
Your chest heaved, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against Rylandโs as you remained straddled securely in his lap.
Beneath you, Ryland let out a low, shattered groan, his forehead dropping heavily against your shoulder. His large hands were still locked onto your hips with a trembling grip, his fingers twitching against your skin.
He wasn't softening. In fact, as another wave of the heat hit him, you felt him instantly twitch and harden right back up inside you.
"Oh god," Ryland choked out, his voice a rough, broken whisper against your neck. He shifted his hips upward in an involuntary, desperate jerk, a gasp escaping his lips as the friction hit him all over again. "It... it didn't fix it. It's starting again."
You whined, your head rolling back as your own compromised body eagerly melted right back into the heat. The absolute exhaustion of the first round was completely overridden completely.
"Here let's-" He sat up straighter, only to move to he could lay you back onto the floor.. meaning he had to pull out.
As he did, both of you whimpered from the loss of contact, but it didn't last long. The second you were comfortably laying on your back with your legs around his waist, he inched back inside you.
His hips twitched again, but he still needed to make sure you were okay. So he held himself back despite the burning urge. "You doing okay, sweetheart?"
You nodded, looking up at him. He let out a soft exhale and then tilted his head down, kissing your jaw, and neck before starting up his pace again.
With this new position, he was hitting that spongy spot every single time without fail. He was filling you up justtttt right.
Your hands slid around under his shirt, your nails digging into the back of your skin. You were 100% leaving marks on his back, but that only made him want to fuck you harder.
As you moaned in response to his quicker thrusts, he spoke, "I- It's okay, honey. Don't worry- I'm gonna make it go away I promise.." He said.
You whimpered in return, and came on the spot. God his sweet talking just made everything so much deeper.
He followed only a few seconds later, but he didn't stop. He remained thrusting into you, his legs shaking, but he knew the heat wouldn't stop with just two orgasms.
"Ry-!" You whined, leaving crescent shapes in his shoulders as your heels dug into his lower back.
"I know, I kno-w- I'm gonna make it all better." He assured you, his fingers twitching from where they were holding him up beside your head.
The two of you came a total of five times before the excruciating heat finally left your system.
All you could feel was the sweat and leftover release between your legs that hadn't been repeatedly fucked into you.
He panted softly before pulling out and rolling onto the floor beside you. He pulled you into his chest, your body molding perfectly with his.
Now that the heat was gone, you were shivering softly against the cold floor.
"C'mon.. let's get cleaned up, okay?" He said, but you just let out a soft, weak whimper as your legs trembled.
He smiled softly and sat up, only to crouch down and pick you up, despite the shake in his own legs. He carried your half naked body to the sleeping cot, lying you down in it before walking off.
He came back with a wet rag and a bottle of water. He handed you the bottle, told you to drink, and began to clean up the mess between your legs.
He was very gentle about it, making sure not to touch anything sensitive without saying anything first.
Once he was finally done cleaning both you and him off, he tucked you into your bed and went over to his. You frowned.
"What're you doing..?" You asked.
"Going to sleep?" He said.
"Why are you over there.."
"Oh I just.. figured you.." He paused. "You.. had to do that against your will... it was either that or suffering."
"Ryland.."
"Am I wrong?" He asked.
"Okay sure it was against my will.. but that doesn't mean I didn't like it.. or that..." You hesitated, "..or that I don't like you."
He tilted his head at you. "You.. like me?"
"Is it not obvious?"
"No.."
"Wow men really are clueless. I've literally been flirting with you since we woke up from our comas."
"Oh." He said, ashamed that he hadn't noticed. He walked back over to your bed. "I'm sorry.. I.. I had a vision.. of the past." He admitted.
"Okay? How is this relevant?"
"I'm getting there, relax," he said. "I saw.. you. It was a month before the launch. You were.. dancing in the lounge and I just was thinking.. I wish she was mine."
You were shocked. You took his hand. "Ry... why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought you wouldn't believe me..." He said.
You shook your head. "You men are so silly." You said, pulling him into the bed.
He fumbled forward, but quickly crawled into the tiny bed beside you.
Once he was settled in, he couldn't keep his eyes off you.
"Hey" You said.
"Hi."
You smiled, moving to fix his crooked glasses, but he pushed your hand away and pulled you in by your neck, kissing you.
You froze, but soon melted into the kiss, hands sliding up to his face.
You kissed for what felt like years until he pulled back.
"I'm really dumb." He breathed against you lips, foreheads touching. He pushed a strand of hair behind your ears. "I spent all this time.. worried about if you actually liked me.. That I didn't notice the obvious signs."
"Better late than never, Ry."
He hummed in agreement. "You're right."
You sighed, settling into his chest. shivering still, but that was changed when he wrapped his arms around you.
