(Thought of this when trying to fall asleep and just had to write it straight away
-Mars/Iris)
Colt Seavers X reader Masterlist
It’s late at night and you are fast asleep. You tried staying up waiting for your fiancée but Colt had to stay way late on set.
So now you are curled up in your bed, arm thrown over your face, one leg dangling off the bed, just dead to the world. Jean Claude is sleeping by your feet with your cat purring beside your torso kneeding into your side.
You stir slightly as Colt quietly walks through the bedroom changing out of his clothes and into some sweats just thankful he thought to shower before leaving set.
He silently and gently crawled into bed to lay beside you trying so hard not to wake you. But his efforts are stopped as his normal spot is taken over but your pets
“Tucker, Jean Claude what are you doing here?” He hissed, slightly offended that his own pets are trying to replace him in his own bed.
Jean Claude lifts his head and just stares at Colt with a curious expression but making no effort to move away from your side. Tucker doesnt even look at Colt and just lays her head down settling in.
Colt scoffs “gosh little spot thieves, trying to replace me in my own bed, trying to steal the love of my life away from me. You little stinkers” Colt mumbles under his breath as he gently picks up Tucker and places her on the unoccupied spot of your pillow. She glares at Colt but settles down anyway and goes back to purring
“Jean Claude, Sers du lit (get off bed)” Colt whispers the command, pointing over to the big cozy dog bed in the corner of the room meant for him. Jean Claude hops off and does what was asked.
His side now free of the animals, he quickly climbs in and snuggles up beside you, holding you close to this chest. “Mmm finally” he happily sighs
“You know, if you got home sooner you wouldnt have this issue” you mumble rolling over so you can now face him
Colt presses a kiss to the top of your head.“Yeah I know, but as you know Tom Ryder makes that impossible”
“Excuses excuses” you softly tease, burying your face in the crook of his neck.
“Listen if I-“ Colt goes to defend himself but quiets when he realizes you are already fast asleep against him. Instead he just presses another kiss to your head and closes his eyes.
Ryland Grace X reader X Bob Floyd SFW Alphabet (pt. 1)
Featuring: No Astrophage AU!Ryland Grace X Fem!Reader X Bob Floyd
Warning: none!!
Words: 1.1k
Note:
Hi!! This is Mars/Iris and Iris/Mars
This was written as part of an event I did with some moots! The goal was to see how much we could write in 1.5hours and this is my submission!! I will link the others below if you are interested in seeing what they have done!!
Link to SFW Alphabet template:
My moots involved in the event: @abbottsdarling @hi-res-tm @theboardwalkbody @lalalunawrites @fandomxo @rhettled
If you want more letters let me know!!)
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
You all are VERY affectionate with each other, Your favorite way of showing affection is through physical touch!
While this is no Astrophage AU, I see Ryland Grace as still so touch starved, that man has been alone most of his life and only found you and Bob much later in his life.
Hugs are like his lifeline. Coming home from work? Hugging whoever he sees first when walking in the door. Bad day at work? Laying down in one of your laps and wrapping his arms around your middle as you play with his hair. Ryland lives for hugs!
Bob loves physical touch and all but he doesn’t need it as much as you and Ryland. He is more reserved with it, it has to come from certain people at certain times for Bob to really want it. These people being his family and the dagger squad but even thoughts have their limits.
The only people he will accept physical affection from at any time are you and Ryland. While he isn’t the one normally seeking out the affection he is more than happy to give you both all the affection you need.
You are more like Ryland, you love physical touch as your way of affection. But not really in a touch starved way you just love that form of contact and connecting with people that way.
You are always touching one of your boyfriends in some sort of way. Whether it be messing with Ryland hair while he grades papers, tracing different shapes and patterns on Bob’s arm while sitting on the couch. Though your favorite is when you are all cuddling in bed, Bob on one side, head tucked into your shoulder with you in the middle and Ryland so close he is practically laying on top of you both.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
I feel all three of them would need to be best friends before realizing their feelings for each other. They all need to have a connection before it develops into something romantic, that way they already have that trust.
I could see the friendship starting one career day at the middle school you and Ryland teach at (You and Ryland already knew each other, as your classrooms were right next to each other but you didn’t get close on a more personal level until Bob came along.) The school invited the daggers to come and give a short presentation about being in the Navy. After the presentation, You and Ryland both went up to Bob, asking him questions about his job and something about the three of you just clicked.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
YES! You all love cuddling, especially you and Ryland!
Look back at ‘A’ to see how you all cuddle. That is usually how it is at night but sometimes the person in the middle switches and the rest adjust accordingly.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
YES!! Yes yes yes this is like the most domestic couple you have ever seen!! You all dream of settling down somewhere nice and quiet and starting a family together.
The moment Bob retires from the Navy you are moving somewhere to a nice small town and spending the rest of your lives together.
Bob is in charge of the cooking, he is used to living alone early in his career he made sure to learn how to cook the basics for himself, which then spiralled into a new hobby of his he really enjoys! He finds it calming and easy and really enjoys seeing people's reactions when he makes them their favorite food. Bob is a very tidy person but his main task is the cooking.
You love love love to bake! It’s been a hobby and passion of yours since you were a teenager and you carried it on into adulthood. You stress bake a lot so it’s not a secret to Ryland and Bob as to why their freezer/fridge gets filled with delicious pastries. That's when they know they should pull you aside and figure out what’s going on. Between you and Bob the kitchen always has some sort of nice smell coming from it that fills the whole house.
While you aren’t really a dirty person, you hate cleaning. You will do it and help out, it's just a really boring task.
Despite living alone most of his life just like Bob, Ryland is a TERRIBLE cook! He’s tried and tried over the past years but it just never turns out right so he leaves ALL the cooking and baking to you and Bob.
Though to not feel useless in the relationship Ryland has assigned himself to be the house cleaner. He is the one who does all those kinds of chores, including the laundry. Over the few years of arrangement he has grown to learn he actually really enjoys cleaning. Something about it is so therapeutic and relaxing. It helps him quiet the constant going ons in his head.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Uhhh this will never happen you all are so sickly in love and will never ever break up. That’s my take on this
(Only reason would be Ryland getting sent into space but as said early this is a No astrophage AU)
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Ok, legally you all can’t get married, you would still call each other husband and wife. But legally you and Bob would be the ones to get married but it’s mainly for the benefits. As you are younger than your boyfriends and a newer teacher at the school you work at you don’t have the same benefits and job security as Ryland does. So it would make more sense for you and Bob to get married that way you would get the military spouse benefits.
This doesn’t stop you though from planning a wedding and getting married even if it isn’t legal. You plan a beautiful small wedding for your family and close friends to attend. With Natasha as your Maid of Honor, Mickey and Carl as best men for Bob and Ryland
(Majority of the wedding budget you all have saved up gets spent on the honeymoon 🤭)
Hi hi! Saw on the server you were open for request so here I am :]
Could you pretty please do like fem!reader being insecure about gaining some weight (cause Lars is just taking care and feeding you so good) and Lars just reassure her with kinds loving words (and eating her out if you are comfortable with that) how much he still love you and doesnt mind it
-Mars/Iris
AAAA of coursee!!! This is such a cute request!!! (sorry it took a while, rehearsals have been running late :P)
a load of lovin'
(guys i'm trying to come up with good titles...)
tags: fluff and smut, chubby reader, chubby Lars as well because that's canon, weight gain, body issues, self-esteem issues, there's one scene where reader hesitates to eat but lars helps her, fem!reader, afab!reader, emotional hurt/comfort, cunnilingus, slight femdom but like soft dom, no ai use blegh, lars is a sweetheart. best boy <3
note: I have not struggled with weight issues (at least, not like in this story), so if I get things wrong, please let me know. I want to make this story realistic and comforting for people who have gone through this. You're all beautiful.
[Reader] stared down at the scale under her feet.
"Have I really gained that much? I swear I was 5 pounds lighter last month." She thought, chewing on the inside of her cheek, recalling how she could've possibly gained this much weight within one single week.
It was probably Lars' cooking and baking.
That man could whip up some of the most delicious meals [Reader] had ever tasted. It was just one more reason why she fell in love with him. Why she moved in with him into the little garage apartment behind his brother and sister-in-law's house.
As if on cue, Lars knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey there, Lovebug. You in here? I- um...I made you some pancakes for breakfast. I was having a bit of a craving for them this morning...hehe..." he smiled.
"Yeah, I'll be out in a sec!" she shouted, sighing as she shoved the scale back under the sink.
She washed her face with a washcloth before opening the door, where she was met face-to-face with her boyfriend.
"Lars! You're still here," she let out a small laugh.
"Of course I am. Where else would I be?" he replied.
He led her to their small table in the garage apartment. Really just a folding table with 2 metal chairs, but for now, it was perfect.
On either side of the table was a plate with 3 stacked pancakes with syrup, strawberries, chocolate chips, butter, and whipped cream.
[Reader] sat down. "Wow. That's a lot of stuff."
Lars just smiled as he took a bite. "I know you have a sweet tooth."
"I do..." she smiled anxiously, taking a small bite. "Thanks, sweetheart. You're always so good to me."
Lars giggled and kept eating, while [Reader] took smaller bites, unlike her. She usually liked Lars' cooking. What was wrong?
"Sweetpea?" Lars looked at her plate, still mostly full, and then at her face.
"Is there something wrong?" his voice had a noticeable anxious tone. "I'm sorry if you don't like the pancakes. I tried a different recipe to try and surprise you but I don't know if I did it wrong or-"
[Reader] couldn't stand seeing her boyfriend think this was his fault, so she shook her head and took a shaky breath. "No, Lars. It's me." Her eyes met his. "I've gained 5 pounds since last month. I weighed myself this morning. I love your cooking, honestly, I just feel...ugly." she admitted.
Lars' eyes softened. "Oh, sweetheart." He stood up, leading her from the table to the bed. "No. Y- you're not- ugly" he thought his words over carefully. It made him recall when he was teased by Gus and other kids as a kid because he was chubbier than most kids.
"You're the most gorgeous thing I've ever laid eyes on. Truly. I don't know how I could live without you," he said, tearing up a bit, hugging her.
[Reader] teared up too. "You really mean that? I just wanna be good enough for you, Lars."
Lars looked at her, shaking his head. "You've always been enough. You've always been more than enough. You're stunning, you're smart, you're creative, you're funny. You're everything I've ever wanted in a girl," he looked at her lips, and asked for permission. "May I kiss you?"
[Reader] nodded. "Yes, Lars, anytime."
The two fell back onto the bed in a deep kiss.
As they kept themselves entangled, the kiss got deeper, more sensual.
Lars pulled away, looking down at [Reader] from where he was on top of her.
"I wanna show you how much I love you. How much I worship you. How much you mean to me. How you are enough..." he said, kissing down her body.
"Lars..."
"Are you okay with this?"
[Reader] let out a breathy whine. "Yes. Oh, God, yes."
Lars pulled her underwear off in one quick swoop and instantly dove in, devouring her.
"Goodness, sweetheart~" she moans, her hand finding its way to his hair.
Lars only let out a hum in reply to her moan, focusing on sucking her clit into his mouth and licking all around her pussy. He took any chance he got to worship her and show her how much she meant to him.
"You're so pretty," he murmured against her. "So smart, so creative, so kind- baby..." He groaned, and she now noticed that Lars was humping the bed as he ate her out, so aroused by the pleasure he was giving her that he had to give in to his own needs.
"Lars...You're so good to me."
"Of course I am, lovebug; you deserve everything good. You deserve to feel good; you deserve to be loved. Just like this."
As his tongue and lips continued sucking and slurping her clit and her lips, mustache tickling as he moved, she started breathing raggedly.
"Gonna cum." she whimpered, and he let out a whimper in response as he rutted against the bed.
"Me too. Please?"
She tilted her hand on his hair slightly so that she could see his eyes.
"Please, what?" she teased.
"[Reader]..." He whined. "Let me c- cum...please?" he pouted.
God, he was so fucking pretty when he was desperate.
"Go ahead. Make both of us cum, sweet boy." she cooed, and her breathing staggered as she came.
Lars came right after, moaning into her cunt, whining and still buried in her.
After they stayed there for a few minutes in silence, Lars sat up and gave [Reader] a deep kiss. "Thank you," he breathed.
"You're so welcome, darling. Thank you for making me feel good, always."
"You're so pretty." He said, looking at her with puppy-dog eyes. "I'm so lucky to be with you."
[Reader] smiled softly, rubbing his shoulder. "I'm so lucky I'm with you too." She then sat up straighter. "Do you want me to help you clean yourself up in the shower, baby?"
Lars' face flushed pink. "Yes, please."
"Good boy." She kissed him on the forehead before leading him to the bathroom.
She knew there would be other days when she felt unattractive, but she also knew she had the best boyfriend who would always remind her how stunning she was.
a/n: yayy!!! I hope this was good! Sorry again for the late response, been busy... <3
(say it with me: WE NEED MORE COLT X JODY X READER FICS!!!! I am a very VERY strong believer in Dom!Jody if you couldn’t tell
A big thank you to my love @lalalunawrites for editing this despite not being a part of the Ry Gos fandom I love you so dearly 🫶
….may change the name idk)
Word count: 1.2k
NFSW UNDER CUT!!!!
You hear the door slam shut and one of your partners hurried footsteps, “Umm hello?” You call out, sitting up on the couch.
“Go to the kitchen and bend over the counter!” Jody practically orders from the bedroom as she rummages through the dresser.
You frown but get off the couch and do what's told. “Jod are you ok baby? Where is Colt?” You call out a bit concerned.
“I’m perfectly fine, and Colt is stuck on set,” Jody replies with a grin on her face and something behind her back. “Umm excuse me when I ask you to bend over the counter I also expect these off too,” Jody tsked snapping the band of your leggings. You try so hard not to lose it right there, just something about the authority in her voice and her accent that makes you fold instantly.
Your face flushes as you start to feel dizzy with arousal but you push past it, “I know sweetie but first. Are you ok? Did something happen on set?” You ask with genuine concern in your voice as you cup her face searching her eyes. “You don’t usually come home this fired up, that's usually Colt’s thing,” You softly tease.
“I know, that's why I’m doing it, and yes I’m ok darling I promise. Colt pissed me off during filming. You know how cocky he gets after a successful stunt, believing he is the best stunt man there is. Which of course he is right but he can’t know that or else his ego will get too big. Anyway, he kept talking about how he just can’t wait to come home and essentially rail us both into oblivion- again you know how he gets after a big stunt and I mean this one was huge! But anyway I got fed up with his bragging and because I got to come home sooner than he did I wanted to beat him to it,” explains, beaming as she holds up her strap and harness.
You stand there shocked, not by what she’s saying more so shocked that you’re not surprised this is happening. “So Jody… you’re telling me you *need* to fuck me now because you want want to piss off our boyfriend by fucking me first?!” Jody freezes, scared for a second that she upset you. But you quickly put an end to that thought, “God Jod, why didn’t you tell me sooner!” You exclaim, pulling down your leggings and underwear, getting into position.
“God I knew I loved you for a reason.” Jody teases already pressing kisses down your neck, as her fingers find their way to your clit to get you ready to take her strap.
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The door gets slammed shut as Colt barrels through the entry way. “Jody? Sweetheart? Where are you guys?” he calls slightly out of breath as he rushes to take off his shoes. He is going to kill Tom for causing him to stay late tonight.
“In here!” Jody calls in a sickly sweet voice and Colt already knows he’s fucked.
Colt heads into the kitchen and yep, Tom Ryder is fucking dead for keeping him. There in the kitchen you are spread out, bent over the counter clutching the edge as Jody and her strap pound into you from behind. Your eyes are glazed and rolling back into your head while Jody is keeping up a brutal pace and barely breaking a sweat —Colt will never not be impressed by this.
“Oh hi baby! How was the rest of the shoot?” Jody asks casually as she thrusts into you hard causing you to let out a loud moan.
“Shoot was fine…” Colt mumbles transfixed on the way the fake cock slides out of your wet folds with such ease. Colt shakes his head trying to remember what he was going to do. “Ummm what’s- what's going on here?” He stutters, taking in the sight. Colt has to readjust his pants now suddenly feeling WAY too tight, cursing himself and his love of skinny jeans.
“Oh! That’s simple! You got wayyyy too cocky about your stunt earlier and kept bragging to me about some macho-man bull shit about how you wanted to fuck both of us once you came home blah blah blah, so I decided to come home and do it for you instead. You know, put you in your place!” Jody’s words sound friendly but you and Colt know her well enough to hear what she really means. You turn your head and watch as Colt’s strong tough facade crumbles into a sort of submission.
Colt swallows “Oh… yeah that- that makes sense.” He inches closer to the two of you, as if unsure he's allowed near.
Jody eyes Colt with a look of distaste at his hesitation. “God what are you doing? Get over here gosh!”
Colt rushes over to her, his erection now straining against his zipper. He quickly moves himself behind her, resting his head on her shoulder while mouthing at her neck. You let out a moan as you can feel Colt’s arm snake past Jody as his fingers begin playing with your clit, the sensation bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
“Mmm look at you Colt, bringing both me and our girl some pleasure,” Jody praises as she rolls her head to the side allowing him more space to press bruising kisses. “So good taking care of us~ being used for our needs,” Jody purrs and Colt can’t help but let out a high whine at her words, rubbing his clothed cock against her ass.
You feel your orgasm build and build at the mix of the thick silicone cock thrusting in and out of you, Colt’s large fingers toying with your clit too deep in his arousal to have any sort of pattern in his movements, and of course Jody’s praises and teasing that aren't even geared towards you but still turn you on all the same. “Jod! Oh please sweetie sweetie I’m close!!” You cry out, reaching back trying to get her attention.
“Oh yeah? Are you close my darling? Are you gonna come on my thick cock? You just needed the both of us to get you there? Mmm greedy little pussy you have huh? “She murmurs her voice sickly sweet to the point of condescension. “Fine then baby, you can cum.”
You let out a loud moan as you shatter around the fake cock buried inside of you as your clutch on to Colt’s wrist for dear life. You are gasping and painting and whining out a mixture of Jody and Colt’s names as you come.
Colt, already worked to the brink simply from thrusting against Jody’s ass and from what's happening in front of him can’t hold off anymore and quickly follows behind you. His teeth sink into Jody’s shoulder as he feels himself come in his jeans with one final thrust.
Jody eventually slows down and gently pulls out of you and slumps back against Colt, all three of you needing to catch your breath.
Once you catch your breath, you start leaving teasing kisses on the other side of her neck that Colt missed. “Mmm seems me and Colt need to show you how much we appreciated that,” you purred with a nip.
“Oh you don’t need to-“ Jody started to argue but Colt quickly shut her up with a kiss.
“Oh but we really do Jod, especially after how good you took care of the both of us,” Colt says, already picking Jody up and over his shoulder as you lead them towards the bedroom.
“It's your turn.”
(Soooooo do we want a part two of taking care of Jody? Yes or no 🤭)
Busy thinking about Lars walking in on his partner.
Pairing: Lars Lindstorm X AFAB!Reader
(Wasn’t expecting to write on vacation but one sleepless night while ovulating I guess and here we are, enjoy!!
Words: 1.2k
NFSW BELOW CUT!!!!
It was completely unintentional to start off!! He was returning to your house despite already saying goodbye but he had realized he left his blanket at your house —don’t ask how he managed to make it all the way home before remembering he left it— but the moment he realized he began to panic and immediately got in his car and drove back
Lars made it to the door and let out a loud knock and waited. And waited, waited, waited, minutes feeling like hours without his blanket now he knew he didn’t have it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small key. He knew he should wait for you to answer the door but he figured you were in the shower if you weren’t opening the door.
He briefly hesitated, this being the first time using the spare key you gave him but he unlocked the door and made his way into the living room where he would practically see the small blanket.
As he walked through your house he tried to hear sounds of rushing water or something to indicate a shower but all he could hear was a heavy breathing?
Lars scanned the room now confused and worried looking for where you may be. He locked in on your half shut bedroom door with faint light spilling out of it. As he walked closer the breathing sounded louder and he could make out small whines of “Lars~”
Lars quietly opened the door trying to see what you were doing. All thoughts rushed out of his head at the sight in front of him.
You were sprawled out on your bed, on top of the covers. Your shirt pushed up exposing your braless chest and your hand making its way into your underwear with a sigh. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your breathing so loud you couldn't tell Lars had walked in.
Lars stood incredibly still. So scared to make any sound and scare you, disrupting the gorgeous view in front of him.
Lars knew what sex was. He knew what masterbation was as well. Sure he was inexperienced and the two of you technically haven't done anything, and while Lars hadn't done anything to himself, he still knew what it was…roughly. He had unfortunately been shown plenty at work due to his annoying desk mate so he knew the basics. Which allowed him to know enough to know what you were doing and the fact you were doing that while saying his name?! God Lars would have thought he was dreaming if it weren’t for the tightening of his pants.
Your hand made its way down to your clit and began a small circular rhythm you always did when you wanted to get off quick and simple, too tired and sexually frustrated to tease and draw it out. You huffed struggling to get a right angle, with your eyes still closed, imagining it was your boyfriend’s large, calloused hands and not your own, you dragged your underwear down your leg revealing your pussy to the cold air and allowing you to spread your legs wide enough for that perfect feeling.
This also revealed your pussy to Lars for the first time and he nearly came right there just at the sight. He was surprised he swallowed down his whimper at the sight. Took everything in him to remain silent as he was just in awe of what was in front of him.
With your legs wide enough you continue your precise pattern, your finger tracing delicate circles on your clit with the right amount of pressure. You throw your head back in a moan at the sensation as you grind against your own hand.
“Lars please~” you whimper, needing more. You give up with the circular motion and just gently rub at your clit in a diagonal line, your hand speeding up the closer you get.
You are so lost in your imagination and chasing your high you could have sworn you heard the small whimpers and whines that would come from Lars in this situation and it just spurs you on more. Your finger moves faster with more pressure as your hips begin to lift off the mattress. It’s so close you can taste it “Lars please please please baby please” you beg into what you assume is an empty room.
You clutch onto the bedsheets feeling yourself close to coming as you continue that delicious rhythm. You squeeze your eyes and picture Lars awkwardly above you, kissing down your neck as his finger frantically works at your clit.
When you finally tip over the edge you cry out Lars’ name as you work yourself through the pleasure until you start feeling overwhelmed. You flop back onto the bed, one arm thrown over your face as you let out a long sigh. “I wish you were here Lars…” you mumble to yourself still panting.
That’s when Lars decided to reveal himself. He coughs loud enough to get your attention. You shoot up off the bed, eyes blown wide, face flushed. “Lars?!” You squeak. “What the fuck are you doing here!!”
Lars takes your surprise as anger and quickly rushes to explain himself. “Apparently I left my blanket here and I only realized I left it at your house once I got home to my house so I had to drive back because you know how important the blanket is to me! I get to your door waiting for you to answer but you don’t and so I assumed you were in the shower so I used the spare key you gave me and let myself in” Lars barely lets out a breath in between sentences. “But once inside I didn’t hear the water running and I heard heavy breathing and I wanted to make sure you were ok. And once I got closer I heard you say my name like that and well…” Lars doesn't look up from the floor as he apologizes. “Please don’t hate me…” he whispers so gently.
“God Lars I could never hate you! You just scared me, but there is nothing you could do that would make me hate you.” You say with a reassuring smile. “Especially if it’s me giving you an unintentional show~” you tease, throwing him a flirty wink.
“I- you can’t-“ Lars tries to speak but he's too flustered. His eyes look up to meet you but drop just as quickly at your intense gaze.
You take in his sight, still at the door, and you can’t believe that he was yours, he loved you and you loved him. As your eyes scan down his body they stop at his belt. There is a very very obvious patch of cum in his pants allowing you to know just how much he enjoyed your little performance. Along with that it was also clear he was starting to harden up again at the sight of you still bare in front of him.
“You want me to help with that?” You tease gesturing towards his semi hard dick as more blood rushes down from your fixed gaze. “I want to make you feel so good Lars” You practically pur.
Lars hesitated trying to decide whether he was ready to take this new step in your relationship. He lets out a long breath before walking towards the bed.
cw: fluff-smut, FILTH, MDNI‼️, established relationship, post PHM, alien cultural misunderstandings, biology gone terribly right, enthusiastic scientific observation, Sex Ed with Dr. Ryland Grace™, science-induced horniness, unintentional voyeurism (non-sexual intent), consensual observation, exhibitionism awakening, not your usual morning sexy time, praise kink, fingering, oral m!receiving, protected sex, breeding kink (fantasized), pregnancy discussion (no pregnancy), mutual pining, excessive affection, somehow still touch-starved Ryland, Ryland completely forgetting how to remain objective.
summary: Adrian is trying their absolute best to care for Erid's only human pair. Rocky supports to the fullest.
The million dollar question: Why does Erid's only human pair keeps performing mating behaviors when they have no intention of reproducing?
Adrian insists that only a live demonstration can provide the missing data. After all, the most important thing is the health and wellbeing of the only endangered species on Erid. Proper care requires proper research.
Unfortunately for Ryland and you, the endangered blue macaws in question are... the two of you.
Both of you swear it’s just a normal morning.
As usual Rocky and Adrian stop by during breakfast, the conversation drifts from crop yields to the newest improvements in the biodomes, and for a blissful hour, everything feels perfectly ordinary.
Then Adrian chirps. “My Love, question.”
After months of hearing Ryland call you nothing else, the Eridians had simply concluded that My Love was apparently your name.
“Yes?” You replied, still chewing on your breakfast.
“Ooh…” Ryland visibly shrinks to himself. “That’s never a good way to start a sentence.”
“Adrian has reviewed the human educational materials.”
“Okay…”
“Anatomical diagrams are excellent.”
Ryland sighs in relief.
“However.”
“There it is.”
You glance nervously at Ryland and he doesn’t look any better.
“Demonstrations are insufficiently detailed.”
You blink. “What do you mean, demonstrations?”
“Anatomical lecture video is informative.” Adrian continues.
“Good.”
“The reproductive process remains… incomplete.”
“…Incomplete?”
“It explains gametes, fertilization. It does not explain why bonded humans repeatedly perform reproductive behavior but intentionally prevents fertilization, why no complete explanation for behavioral sequence, question?”
You nearly choke on your drink. Beside you, Ryland quietly closes his eyes, accepting his fate.
Then Adrian continues, earnestly.
“Current hypothesis: pair-bond maintenance.”
Silence.
“Secondary hypothesis: stress regulation.”
Ryland rubs a hand over his face.
“Third hypothesis: recreational.”
“…No.” Ryland already knows where this is going.
Both Adrian and Rocky tilt their carapace.
“No?”
“No.”
Another thoughtful pause.
Rocky joins the conversation. “Would additional—”
“ROCKY.”
“Adrians need details, can’t understand from Earth’s science video.” Startled Rocky clicks in confusion.
Ryland being Ryland, keeps trying to avoid explaining any further, but his curious friends won’t stop asking either.
“Grace.”
“No.”
Neither Eridian seems remotely discouraged, they simply exchange a series of thoughtful clicks before Adrian tries again.
“Observation also insufficient.”
Ryland frowns. “…Observation?”
“Cannot understand from only listening to Grace and My Love.”
The room falls completely silent.
“…What?”
“Why humans so noisy while mate, question?”
“…Excuse me?”
You clasp a hand over your mouth as a loud gasp of realization hits you, Ryland looks like he’s considering launching himself out the nearest airlock.
“Wha—how did you—”
He points accusingly between the two Eridians.
“You’ve been watching us?” Now he actually sounds horrified.
“Listening,” Rocky corrects. “Not watching.”
“That is not better!”
“It was not intentional,” Adrian says. “Biodomes transmit sound efficiently.”
“Very efficiently.” Rocky added as an agreement. “Eridians incredible hearing, why Grace keeps forgetting, Grace dumb.”
Ryland’s face drops at that.
“Your resonance frequencies are impressive.” Adrian added.
Ryland groans loud enough to make both Eridians click in concern. But oblivious to the source of his distress, Adrian asks their next question.
“If offspring are not desired, why perform reproductive behavior? Grace and My Love performs frequently.”
Ryland makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a dying star.
You finally realize what the problem is. Embarrassment simply… doesn’t translate across species.
You clear your throat.
“You’re approaching this like it’s only biology.”
Adrian tilts their carapace. “Clarify.”
“For humans, reproduction and pair-bonding overlap, some behaviors have biological functions, but they’re also shaped by emotion and personal relationships, a way for us to express how we feel for our…mate.” You try so very carefully, explain to them.
“Curious.” Adrian pauses for several seconds before chirping. “Adrian wishes to improve understanding. Can Grace and My Love demonstrate now?”
“…D-demonstrate?”
“Yes, demonstrate humans mating ritual.”
Ryland swallows at the thought, immediately understanding what Adrian is asking for.
“Grace and My Love explains better than Earth’s videos.”
“Yes, like puppet show.” Rocky chitters happily, completely missing the weight of the favors they are asking for.
“They’re not judging us.” You sigh, looking towards Ryland.
“No.”
“They’re not making fun of us.”
“Nope.”
“They’re literally writing biology notes.”
“…Yes…We’re the only humans in their system.” Ryland groans, dragging a hand down his face. “That somehow makes it worse.”
Silence settles over the room. The two of you steal uncertain glances at one another.
Finally, Ryland clears his throat. “…You’d have to ask her. I’m not making that decision for both of us.”
Lies.
You know him well enough to catch the flicker in his eyes. Curiosity, embarrassment. And beneath both of them, the unmistakable excitement he’d been trying so desperately to hide.
Ryland likes the idea.
Your own thoughts aren’t much better, it should horrify you. But for reasons neither of you expected, that doesn’t repel the two of you. Instead, it got you pressing your legs together.
Ryland caught that, his hand finds your thigh beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze and you lace your fingers through his.
The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly.
Neither Eridian misses the exchange.
“Grace’s heart rate has increased,” Adrian observes.
“Body temperature elevated and behavior consistently indicates Grace ready to mate now.”
Both Rocky and Adrian clicks happily.
“Agreement!”
Ryland nearly chokes.
“W-What? No—that’s not—” He gestures helplessly between the two Eridians. “I-…I, of course I’m aroused, s-she…she’s my mate and both of you just put the thought in my mind so early in the morning.”
Heat rushes to your face.
The worst part is knowing neither Rocky nor Adrian means anything by it.
They’re not voyeurs.
They’re scientists.
They’re trying to understand.
To them, this is no different from asking how human lungs work, or why humans laugh, or what makes a pair bond last a lifetime. No judgment, no hidden motive. Simply another scientific question
That makes it so much harder to say no.
You sit there in silence, feeling so caught red handed, cause you know very well, to you and Ryland it’s entirely something else. Your eyes slowly find Ryland’s.
There it is. Neither of you really needs convincing anymore.
“We…can,” Your voice comes out much quieter than intended. “I-I guess?”
“…What?…” Ryland blinks.
“We can…” You swallow, forcing yourself to finish the sentence. “…demonstrate.”
For a heartbeat, he simply stares at you.
The words have barely left your mouth before Ryland is pulling you into him. His lips crashing onto yours in a hurried kiss, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other wraps securely around your waist.
You instinctively circle your arms around his neck, melting into the familiar warmth, answering his kiss without hesitation.
Desperate. His tongue pushes past your lips as he tilts his head to the side to kiss you deeper, his hands are quick to under your shirt, wandering over your skin in slow, affectionate strokes, lingering wherever they land, hesitant to move.
He pulls off the kiss, just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath as he creates the smallest sliver of space to speak. “You see?” He never takes his eyes off you. “What you call a human mating ritual isn’t just for reproduction.” His thumb lazily traces your cheek, he can’t help touching you.
“Speaking for the two of us…specifically.”
A fond smile softens his voice. “We do this… frequently because it makes us feel the closest to each other.”
His nose brushes yours. Featherlight. Lingering there for a heartbeat before nosing against your cheek with a quiet, contented sigh, rubbing himself against you in the most habitual gesture that seems almost beyond conscious thought. “It feels good,” He whispers, the words swallowed by the warmth between you.
“Pleasurable.”
As if he still isn’t close enough, he nuzzles fully into you, cheek ghosting slowly along yours before settling into the curve of your face, smiling to himself when you instinctively lean into the touch. “And…” He kisses softly under your ears, sending shivers down your spine.
“I love making her feel good.”
His confessions so soft it leaves you speechless, you can only hide your face against the crook of his neck, far too shy from his actions. Especially, knowing that in just a few moments, your sweet alien friends will be diligently documenting everything that follows in the name of science.
“My Love is responding to Grace’s touch, mating behaviors reciprocated.”
Ryland lets out an awkward chuckle. “…Right.” Then he shifts his attention back to you.
“Up.”
You don’t hesitate.
The moment you jump up, Ryland sweeps you into his arms effortlessly, holding you close enough that your laughter brushes against his neck.
“Ry!”
“Couldn’t wait,” He admits with a sheepish smile as he hurries toward the bedroom.
Rocky and Adrian exchange an excited series of chitters before following several steps behind, dutifully continuing what they believe to be an extraordinarily important scientific observation.
Ryland sets you gently back on your feet before turning to face the two Eridians.
“If we’re doing this…” He rubs the back of his neck. “…We’re doing it properly.”
“Exactly.” Ryland points at him. “…Scientific method…”
He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he reaches for your hand. “This,” Intertwining your fingers with his, he begins. “comes first.”
Both Eridians lean forward. “Humans don’t begin with reproduction.” Adrian chimes.
“Yes, we begin with trust.”
Ryland smiles at you before continuing. “Everything starts with communication. Consent. Making sure both people are comfortable.” His thumb traces slow circles across the back of your hand. “Touch isn’t just physical.” His voice soft. “It’s reassuring.”
Then he lifts your hand up to his face
“I’m asking even though I already know the answer.” A faint smile tugs at his lips before he tilts his head just enough to brush a lingering kiss on your knuckles.
So impossibly tender.
“Repeated confirmation.” Rocky notes to himself, Adrian continues. “Must indicate mutual willingness before progression.”
Ryland nods.
“That’s one of the most important things about humans.” He looks back at you, his expression softening. “And honestly…” Another sheepish grin spreads across his face.
“I just really like holding her.”
You can only blush upon his statement.
“Human mating consists of numerous affectionate behaviors before, during, and independent of reproduction.” Adrian clicks happily.
Ryland chuckles. “…That’s actually a pretty good summary.”
“They really are just writing biology notes.”
“I know.” Ryland sighs. “…I still can’t believe I’m teaching alien anthropology with my own relationship.”
“In the name of science?” You ask teasingly, biting on your lips to hide the smile.
“In the name of whatever they are trying to conclude.” His reply makes you laugh, cupping his cheeks in your hand, holding him softly as he slowly kneels in front of you.
“May I?” He asks, pressing a lingering kiss to the waistband of your shorts.
A smile tugs at your lips as you nod in reply.
He carefully slid them down, letting them pool around your feet.
Then slowly, so slowly, his fingertips trail upwards from your ankles, tracing a slow path over your skin until they reach the hem of your shirt. He gently lifts it, easing the fabric higher before pulling it over your head, his lips following in its way with absentminded kisses, he can’t bear to leave an inch of you untouched.
He guides you to the bed, helping you settle comfortably between his legs. He pats his chest, silently asking you to lean back against him.
You do, resting against him while facing Rocky and Adrian.
The two Eridians remain completely focused, watching with undivided attention of scientists attending an important lecture.
Ryland clears his throat. “Next step,” Effortlessly switching into teacher mode despite the growing heat in his body, “you make sure your…mate is ready to take you.” Referring to you as mate got him feeling some type of way, actually and verbally claiming you. He says it so naturally, and you like it, for all you know you are his.
You tense with anticipation, mentally preparing yourself for what’s coming.
“Relax,” He murmurs, offering you a reassuring smile as his hands gently guide your legs open. “Show them My Love, they can’t observe if they can’t see.”
Now that this is actually happening, embarrassing excitement floods through you. Something about Ryland explaining this as seriously as your eager audience sends different kinds of thrill through your body.
His hand remains intertwined with yours, easing you as he continues his demonstration, he slowly runs his fingers along your heat, breath shaking slightly the moment he feels your wetness.
“hhnnh—Ry…”
Two of his fingers gently spreading your folds open.
Never in your life have you felt this exposed, and to your own amusement, your body refuses to hide how affected you are by leaking more of yourself.
“You like this don’t you?” Ryland teases as he never stop tracing over your entrance.
You can only answer him with muffled moans, stuffing your face against his neck. It’s impossible to keep looking at Rocky and Adrian, too ashamed of how much you are enjoying yourself in this situation.
Ryland lets out a soft breathy laugh before returning to his explanation. “The human female body is just…amazing…” His voice lowers with admiration.
“Extraordinary.”
Ryland softly nudges on the hood of your clit, exposing them. “You may already recognize this structure from the anatomical video,”
“This…this is the clitoris, It’s one of the most densely innervated structures in the human body, containing thousands of sensory nerve endings. Unlike many other parts of the reproductive system, its primary biological function isn’t reproduction itself, but sensory perception.” He glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian before continuing.
“So by stimulating it…she’s going to experience a great deal of pleasure.”
He does exactly as he’s describing, his finger starts rubbing slow circles on your little nub making you writhe from the contact, panting softly into his skin.
“Everything we’re doing right now has a purpose.”
Your fingers tighten around the hand intertwined with yours while your other hand finds his wrist, holding on through the overwhelming vulnerability of the moment.
“We call this foreplay,” Ryland continues. His voice is calm, but every sentence carries a little more enthusiasm than the last, clearly enjoying whatever is unfolding upfront. “It’s part of how humans prepare physically and emotionally before reproduction becomes possible.”
He lightly pinches on your clit and a tiny yelp escapes you.
Adrian chirps. “Mating noises increase. Therefore, mating noises indicates to experiencing pleasure, question?”
Ryland lets out a quiet laugh. “Well… not all humans are particularly… vocal.”
His eyes drift back to you.
“But lucky me, she is.”
A helpless whine escapes you at his words. Ryland bites his lower lip, unable to hide the smile threatening to break free. He looks almost unfairly pleased with himself, every little sound you make is another reminder that he knows you and your body by heart.
“I like how expressive she is,” Ryland continues working on you, somehow not losing the almost lecturer-like tone. “Her reactions tell me whether she likes what I’m doing or not, if what I’m doing is welcomed, and if I’m taking care of her the way she needs.”
Rocky and Adrian exchange a thoughtful series of chitters. “So vocalization functions as communication.”
“For many humans, yes,” Ryland replies. “It’s not universal, but it can be an important part of how partners understand one another.”
You lift your face up to find his eyes never looking away from you. There’s unmistakable hunger in his eyes.
“I’d say, she’s enjoying herself.”
The contrast between his composed explanation and the way his finger doesn’t stop toying with you leaves your thoughts in complete disarray. If this is his version of talking dirty to you, you need him to keep talking this way.
A push of his finger past your entrance breaks your busy thoughts.
“Now, I need to make sure she’s relaxed enough to continue.”
Soft whimpers slip past your lips the moment he pushes a second finger.
“That’s it,” He murmured warmly.
You never quite get used to how he just seems to know exactly what you need.
“Open up for me...”
So skilled with his movements, his fingers perfectly in tune with how he moves his hand, opening them as he goes inwards, closing them as he goes outwards. In and out just like that, the pad of his fingers rubs against the warm spongy walls inside of you.
“Kiss…” You whisper, voice trembling. “W-want kiss.”
You need him to kiss you. To ground you. To give you something to hide behind, because being so completely exposed as the center of his lesson for your sweet, unsuspecting audience that are diligently taking notes is almost more than your flustered heart can bear.
Every explanation he gives seems to make it worse. Speaking about you with such quiet admiration, each sentence carries the tenderness of a love letter that is whispered gently against your skin.
“Mhm.” Ryland glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian, unable to hide the quiet pride in his smile, proudly showing off how good he takes care of you. He kisses you slow, a little messy, humming softly into the kiss when he feels you biting on his lower lips.
You can’t stop moaning into his mouth as he swallows them whole. Especially when his knuckles deep fingers curl inside you, hitting exactly on your sweet spot, making you twist in his hold. You jerk off the kiss, breathless.
“R-ry! please…”
He feels it immediately, the way your walls flutter before clamping hard around his fingers, he answers you with a moan, somehow feeling the pleasure himself just from watching you.
“Come on Lovey, you’re so close.” He murmurs.
Your body trembles against him, broken sobs of his name spills off your lips. You bury your face in the crook of his neck again, squirming helplessly in his embrace as wave after wave of high crashes over you.
Ryland slows down his finger, talking you through it by whispering soft praises by your ear.
“There’s my girl.”
The words are followed by featherlight kisses along your temple, soothing you as your breathing slowly begins to steady.
Adrian chirps delightfully. “My Love has reach climax. Does this count as a successful mating, question?”
Ryland lets out a quiet chuckle. “Not quite.” He continues easing you, his lips brushing your cheek between explanations.
“As I said, the human female body is extraordinary, they are capable of reaching climax more than once and that doesn’t necessarily mean reproduction has occurred. Before we start the intercourse, it’ll be more comfortable for her this way.”
Rocky and Adrian diligently noting down the new information.
Ryland gently withdraws his fingers, taking them in his mouth long enough to steal a lingering taste of you before a quiet, helpless groan slips from him.
His eyes flutter shut for the briefest moment.
Just how much he’d rather be doing you properly right now, going down on you, feasting on what’s left of you for him. Instead, he exhales a breathless laugh, acknowledging the fact that his face would be in the way of the demonstration, when the whole point was for Rocky and Adrian to actually see what he was explaining.
It will only complicate things and raise far more questions than it answered.
With visible unwillingness, he pushes the thought aside and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You okay?” He asks softly. “Good to continue?”
“Yes…” You answer almost immediately, nodding eagerly, still tucked safely against him. “Please, Ry~”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Atta girl.” He presses soft smooches across your cheeks. “Help me out will you?”
You pull yourself from the comfort of his embrace, shifting to kneel beside him, your gaze never leaving his as you kiss your way down, all while pushing on the hem of his shirt. The shirt is in your way.
You give it a small, impatient tug. “Take it off,” Your whine sounds almost annoyed at how the shirt is covering him.
Ryland chuckles under his breath, unable to hide the amused smile spreading across his face. “Bossy,” He whispers under his breath, already reaching for the hem of his shirt.
You answer by kissing the smile right off his lips, your hands fumble with the waistband of his pants tugging the fabric down hastily, just enough to free him.
Ryland lets out a shaky breath as his cock sprangs out all tall and ready, the heads throbbing angry red, leaking shiny beads of precum.
You too can’t help the embarrassingly needy whine at that sight, one that never fails to make your mouth water.
He is just so pretty everywhere, all for you.
“Well…” He looks down at himself and laughs under his breath, clearly trying to slip back into his teacher mode. “I…I don’t really have much to explain about the human male. Specifically myself.” His sentence falters as your touch steals the rest of his thoughts. “I’m just—”
Your hand wraps around him, leaning into the curve of his neck, you lick on his skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses. You playfully nip on his skin, sucking on them softly as you hum in contentment, unable to resist leaving your mark.
“F-fuck…” He cries out. The softness of your lips on his neck paired with the way your thumb is circling on his dribbling tip. All the sensation steals the last of his composure, his head tips back against the headboard as a shaky moan escapes him.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment before forcing himself to continue. “While some human males… need more time to become physically ready…”
Another breath catches in his throat.
“I’m…” Ryland laughs breathlessly. “I’m just always like this with her.” The confession earns warmth across his cheeks that has nothing to do with embarrassment anymore. “I-I think…” He exhales another quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I t-think you’ll explain m-me…much better Love,” Meeting your eyes with an utterly helpless smile.
“I… I can’t.”
Gone was the composed lecturer tone. All that’s left is a hopelessly, thoroughly, and utterly undone Ryland.
Rocky clicks several times, spinning around in rapid succession. “Grace incapable of objective scientific observation.”
Ryland snorts, though it quickly catches in his throat. “Yeah, well—hnngh…” He struggles to gather a sentence together. “You… have no idea how incredible she is.”
Adrian pauses from taking notes.
“Grace’s explanations contain an unusually high frequency of compliments.”
Rocky clicks knowingly. “Bias detected.”
“It’s called…” Ryland breathes out another shaky laugh. “…being in love, Rocky.”
You bite back a smile, delighted with his response. “Okay,” You say sweetly. “Let’s stop teasing him.” Saying that while you proceed to do the exact opposite, never actually moving your hand and only toying around his tip.
“My Love also demonstrates mischievous behavior,” Adrian notes.
You grin. “There are lots of ways humans approach foreplay. While Ryland used his hand on me…” You glance up at him with a look that promises trouble. “…I’m going to use my mouth.”
Ryland exhales sharply, hips jerking up at your words.
“He prefers that,” You tell the two Eridians with a knowing smile. “You two just watch him,” You continued. “You’ll understand.”
And despite his flushed out situation, he smiles at your remarks.
You give him a long lick from the base back to the head, suckling softly on them before slowly taking him whole.
Ryland’s whole body shudders instantly at the feeling of your warm mouth around him.
You start bobbing your head pulling out soft whiny grunts from him before he can stop it.
Rocky chirps excitedly. “Grace equally vocal.” Adrian immediately added to the observation notes. “Pair demonstrates reciprocal vocal communication.”
Ryland, looking thoroughly dazed, manages to lift one hand just enough to flash Rocky a weary thumbs-down. Then his hand slides down into your hair, tugging on them softly when you start gagging on him. “S-slow down…” He breathes out. “You’re gonna hurt yourself…and I’m—” A choked moan cuts him off.
“I’m not gonna last…”
You hum pulling off him with a soft pop, wiping the corner of your mouth before reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. To this day, neither of you knows why the Hail Mary had an emergency supply of condoms tucked away in the storage. Guess whoever packed them had somehow anticipated some scenarios.
You silently thank them every single time.
Holding it up for Rocky and Adrian to see, you explain, “This is one of humans contraceptives. It goes over the male reproductive organ and acts as a barrier, preventing sperm from reaching the female reproductive tract. That way, pregnancy doesn’t occur.” You press one last lingering kiss on his length before carefully rolling the condom into place, earning a quiet hiss from him.
“We’re…actually running low on these,” You admit, cheeks warming as you realize just how quickly the supply has dwindled.
Ryland lets out a breathless laugh, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face at your flustered confession. “Back on Earth, we had plenty of different contraceptive options,” He adds, slipping back into his lecturer’s cadence. “But here… our choices are a little…limited…”
You glance hopefully at Rocky and Adrian. “If… you two wouldn’t mind helping us…” The request alone makes your face burn. “I could mark a few possible ways that might be possible to recreate…here.” And you just can’t withstand your own request anymore, instinctively folding yourself into Ryland’s embrace, letting out an embarrassed sound as you do so.
He catches you immediately, laughing softly as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Another reason why humans separate intimacy from reproduction.”
You nod against his chest. “Our situation just…” You trail off before quietly finishing, “…isn’t one where having a baby would be responsible.” The words linger heavier than you expect. Not because you’re unhappy, quite the opposite actually.
You have Ryland.
You have Rocky, Adrian, and everyone else.
A home, strange as it may be.
But if circumstances had been different, if it had been back on Earth, living an ordinary life together. With a man like him? You’d spent half your life pregnant and the other half wondering how you ended up pregnant again. You are definitely having his babies, constantly. The man wouldn’t stand a chance, Ryland would’ve looked utterly bewildered every single time.
You know yourself well enough to admit the truth. You will never find yourself not pregnant.
The thought makes you smile into his shoulder, but some dreams simply belong to another world.
Ryland notices the change in your expression immediately. “Lovey...”
“You okay?” He brushes a thumb across your cheek.
You nod, smiling a little wider this time. “Just thinking.”
Before either of you can say anything else, Rocky’s excited clicking fills the room. “Okay. Now showtime! Hurry, hurry!”
The quiet moment dissolves instantly.
You slowly lift your head from his shoulder. “Uh…Ry…” Your voice comes out even smaller this time. “You should explain this part…” There is simply no way you’ll be able to. The moment he starts, it will be impossible for you to state actual sentences, you are not going to embarrass yourself by trying.
“Of course,” He kisses the top of your head before looking at you with a smile that barely hides the need in his eyes.
“How would you like to have me?”
“The one where I c-can lean on you…” You trail off, already feeling your face burn more and more. “You know which one…or just however you think is… s-suitable for the observation.”
Your answer earns a fond smile.
“You are adorable.”
Ryland clears his throat. “Intercourse,” He begins, “…well the real deal.” attempting to gather what little composure he has left. “This is the actual reproductive act.” His own thoughts have become an absolute mess.
Of course they have.
He’s about to fuck you and he needs to explain it in a very biologically proper way as he do so. That too in front of two alien scientists who are watching with the enthusiasm of graduate students attending a guest lecture.
Without another word, you settle where he asks you to, following his lead. He gently raises your legs, draping them over his own to keep you comfortably in place. The position leaves you spread open all for the two researchers to see and they still have absolutely no idea why humans find any of this embarrassing.
“This part,” Ryland says, stealing a quick glance toward Rocky and Adrian, “isn’t that different from the educational material you already reviewed.”
Both Eridians chirp in agreement.
He lets out a nervous laugh. “So… I guess this is mostly for completeness.” His scientific tone remains remarkably steady, though you catch the tiny stutter that slips into his words. He grabs himself by the base, aligning his cock with your entrance to slowly glide through your folds, coating himself with the slick already waiting for him. “As we’ve already explained, a proper foreplay and preparation make the process considerably more comfortable. To simply say it, the wetter she is…the better.”
“Ry—nhh…i-inside…” An impatient whine slips past your lips as you instinctively buck your hips forward, trying to coax him to push in.
Ryland only chuckles under his breath.
“Patience, My Love…” He murmurs, tightening his arm around your waist just enough to keep you still. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, lingering there for a moment before smiling against your hair. He then continues his explanation.
“It’ll still feel snug, just not uncomfortably tight. She is relaxed and that makes it easier for her to r-receive…me.” He swallows. “…easier for me to slide in, because the body naturally provides lubrication.”
You know him well enough to hear the cracks beginning to form beneath the composed explanation.
He’s losing the battle with his own desire.
The two of you are trying.
Desperately trying.
Holding back so much, to present this like a proper, respectable scientific demonstration. Instead of whatever exploration this has become. Fighting every urge to just go rabbits at each other the way you usually do, where the second you’re alone together, any remaining dignity gets launched straight out the nearest airlock.
None of this is normal.
Both you and Ryland are doing your absolute best to pretend that it is. As if any of this could possibly be considered ordinary.
It isn’t.
And somehow, that’s exactly what makes the whole situation feel so ridiculously exciting.
With one smooth push, he is in.
“Ry!” You yelp helplessly, as if he hadn’t been inside you for months instead of less than twenty-four hours.
“I know…I-I know, Lovey.”
His hand smooths over your hips in slow, reassuring strokes, seemingly meant to calm you down. But the shaky breath that follows, gives him away almost immediately.
He’s just as much trying to calm himself.
Slowly, he starts moving his hips, pulling back just enough to settle right back in.
The drive is just crazy, it’s almost comical how impossible it is to keep your hands off each other, or maybe you’re just a little too sexually compatible.
It doesn’t help that life on Erid is alarmingly peaceful.
No emails.
No jobs.
No bills.
No taxes.
Just the two of you, hopelessly in love, with far too much free time on your hands. The odds were never in your favor.
He pauses, catching his breath. “I—… I need a second.” The groan that leaves Ryland borders on feral as he buries his face against your shoulder, huffing and puffing, trying to collect himself to continue his very serious, very scientific lecture.
Rocky tilts his carapace. “Grace respiratory efficiency decreased.”
“I’m aware.”
“Teaching quality also decreased.”
“…T-thanks.” He chokes out.
“She just—feels good…” He admits with a shaky laugh. “…Too good.” Every word comes out as heavy as the roll of his hips. Pumping in and out of you in deep slow thrust, the measured pace lasting around two seconds before he starts ramming into you.
You? you’re gone, stupidly moaning and babbling his name at every sweet graze of his length, you’re no longer capable of forming words.
One of his arms remains securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while his other hand drifts upward to fondle on your breast.
“The breasts…” Ryland manages between uneven breaths. “Their primary biological purpose is lactation, b-but…” He swallows “…like the clitoris, the nipples also contain numerous sensory nerve endings. Stimulating them during intimacy can… increase pleasure.”
You gasp loudly when he tugs on them between his fingers, sending shivers through your whole body.
“Y-yes!…please~”
Ryland’s composure cracks into a dazed lovestruck smile. “You’re so pretty hmmm…” He practically whines out the words. “So, s-so pretty Lovey…you’re so pretty.”
The admiration in his voice is so genuine it makes your heart squeeze.
Rapid clicking.
“Grace deviates from lecture.”
Ryland grunts. “I know.”
“Compliment unnecessary for scientific accuracy.”
“It is for me.”
“…Fuck.” He lets out another helpless laugh. “They’re so pretty...” He can’t resist giving them a teasing little bounce.
“Everything…e-everything about you is so pretty My Love.”
Adrian’s claws never stop moving. “Grace repeatedly interrupts explanations to compliment My Love.”
Rocky clicks. “Pattern consistent.”
“Can we not… not put that in the paper?”
“Already documented.”
Ryland groans.
The hand on your waist travels down between your legs, back to circle your clit. “And…” He says, pausing to steady his breathing as he feels you clenching harder immediately from the stimulation. “…since pleasure is the goal for us,” Another shaky inhale. “Again, the special little button.” By the end of the sentence, even Ryland sounds unconvinced that he’s still giving a demonstration.
“Fuck—that’s it!” He groans out. “I—I can’t anymore.”
His face disappears into the crook of your neck, muffling another helpless sound as he sucks at your skin, hard enough to leave an obvious mark. “I’ve explained…all that I can.” He forces himself to look towards the two Eridians, his eyes glassy with the strain of holding himself together. “I want to f-focus… on her.” Another shaky breath escapes him. “Just… save your questions for later...”
“Please.”
It’s almost funny. How he is begging them like they force him to keep talking.
A chorus of giggly chirps answers him, clearly amused by how thoroughly the great Ryland Grace has fallen apart.
“Reason, Grace no longer capable of coherent explanation.”
“Both of you…” Another breath catches in his throat. “…are absolutely paying us back for this.”
“Not a problem,” Adrian replies without hesitation. “Adrian and Rocky will compensate Grace and My Love appropriately.” Followed with another round of cheerful clicks.
Neither Eridian realizes they’re teasing him.
Which somehow makes it even worse.
His thrust grew more and more erratic, growing closer and closer from how you’re clamping mercilessly on him. Every ounce of composure he’d been clinging to, slips through his fingers.
“I wish…” His voice catches, and the confession escapes before he can stop it, “wish I could b-breed you like they said.” He shuts his eyes for a moment, as if he immediately regrets saying it aloud.
He swiftly flips both of your bodies, pinning you down against the bed as he snaps his hips harder. “…Wish I could fuck you full of my cum.” One admission becomes another. “You’d look perfect carrying my babies…all swollen and pretty.” The impossible dreams he’d kept buried slips free before he can stop himself, before he can think better of it.
“W-want too…Ry! hnnngh—” You breathe, the words breaking apart between uneven breaths. To your own embarrassment, you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. “want y-your babies~”
It feels ridiculous to be on the verge of crying now, of all moments. But the longing beneath his words reaches somewhere far deeper than either of you expected.
“You’d be beautiful…I know you would,” His voice trembles, laced with wonder and heartache. “I wish we could have a family.”
The words force both of your breaking points.
Your body convulses under him, crying out his name as you milk everything he got in him. He buries his face against your neck, making you catch even the littlest desperate sound out of him as he spurts ropes of white cums into the condom, clinging to you like you’re the only thing anchoring him. Your face pressing against the mattress, muffling the sounds of you falling apart.
The tears finally spill off your eyes, not from sadness. But the overwhelming ache of loving someone so much that, for one fleeting moment, the impossible feels close enough to touch.
Ryland peppers open-mouthed kisses along your neck before trailing them slowly down your spine, every lingering kiss meant to soothe you through the last waves of your high as he carefully pulls out of you. He drops his body beside you, pulling you in his embrace.
“Such a good girl..” He whispers, “Always did so well for me Lovey.” pressing a tender kiss so lovingly on your cheek. “I love you…”
His soft kisses continues all over your face, brushing away the tears clinging on your lashes before gently fixing the hair that’s sticking on your forehead. Simply holding you close until your breathing gradually evens out beneath his embrace. Only once he’s certain you’ve settled does he finally lift his gaze to the two Eridians.
“You…” He clears his throat, still sounding delightfully wrecked. “Both of you.”
Rocky and Adrian perk up immediately.
“There’s a procedure back on Earth called a vasectomy.” He gestures vaguely, his thoughts clearly still scrambled. “If you can recreate something similar…”
You don’t quite catch where he’s going, your mind still floating somewhere in the haze of your high.
He doesn’t even hesitate. “I just— I really need to be able to finish inside her.”
“…Yes…” You answer absentmindedly, before your own words register, heat immediately rushing to your face.
“If you can figure out a permanent contraceptive, anything that makes me sterile, please…” He lets out a tired laugh. “yeah…forget the payment talk, just give me that.”
Rocky responds with a rapid burst of amused chitters. “Grace exceptionally desperate.”
Another click.
“Grace wants permanent solution because Grace leaks too much.” Rocky chirps.
“Leaky space blob.”
Ryland groans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder.
“…I walked right into that one.”
Rocky chirps triumphantly while Adrian quietly adds another line to the growing stack of observations, sounding almost pleased with themself.
“Conclusion,” Adrian chirps. “Grace requests sterilization to increase mating frequency.”
Ryland lets out the longest, most defeated sigh of the day.
“…That is, unfortunately, an accurate conclusion.”
afterwords: I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HOW IN LOVE ROCKY IS WITH ADRIAN ughhhhhh…
i just hope this doesn’t freak you guys out, i think it’s so funny and hot at the same time, AND YEAH IDK RYRY FELT SO ASSERTIVE AND SASSY, I JUST CAN’T STOP WRITING HIM AS A SOFT DOM, I WANNA DO THINGS FOR HIM…ANYTHING, woof woof~
English isn't my first language, so there might be a few awkward phrases or grammar mistakes here and there. If you spot any mistakes, feedback is always appreciated.
Thank You so much for reading this -actual Grace ❤︎
I was reading your fic about Colt and nippleplay (it was absolutely amazing and so hot my god) and now I can’t stop thinking about Teasing him like that until he cums in his pants and it’s just the hottest thing to reader 🤭
-Mars/Iris
Girl thank you sm ily 🥹 the sensitive chest Colt propaganda needs to be spread.
You’re sitting behind him, legs wrapped around his waist and spreading his legs apart. You rest your chin on his shoulder, doing so to leave soft kisses and tease him with your hot breath.
Your hands are sending waves of pleasure through Colts body, making him jolt and twitch in place. You’ve reached around from underneath his arms are circling his nipples from atop his shirt.
He groans, leaning his head back out of pleasure as you begin to softly flick at his nipples, feeling them harden beneath the fabric.
You can visually see them now they’ll way they poke through the fabric, allowing you a great visual in order to gently pinch them between your pointer finger and your thumb, rolling them back and forth.
Colt is loud.
He’s whiney and moaning under your touch, chanting out your name and various pleas.
His chest rises and falls haphazardly, he’s panting hard as he can’t believe the stimulation you’re giving him.
His eyes are squinted shut and when you glance up at his face, you notice the trail of still beginning to form at the corner of his mouth.
You haven’t even begun to try and stimulate his aching cock, which strains hard against his light-wash jeans.
Suddenly, with a harsh tug on his nipples, he jolts with a long drawn out moan, his hips and strong thighs stuttering as they jut up helplessly into the air.
With his teeth gritted, his hands grasp anywhere, holding onto your wrist and the other gripping your thigh as if your about to disappear as he rides through his high.
A dark patch begins to soak through his jeans around his crotch, evidence of the hands-free orgasm you just gave him.
Worn out and exhausted, his body is putty on top of you, leaning his full body weight against you.
His nipples, puffy and swollen from the stimulation, poke out against his tight white T-shirt, and unfortunately (and fortunately) for Colt, you can’t resist the temptation they have.
In total, you would make him cum 3 times without stimulation that night, all by various ways of playing with the sensitive nubs on his chest.
Ummm all I can say is I love Colt Seavers and I’m on my period and thats all I’m going to say
Very VERY loosely inspired by @kenstimetoshine and their Driver period sex fic cause It made me wanna write a sorta period sex fic
-Mars/Iris
Words: 1.4k (this was meant to be like 0.4k what the hell happened)
NFSW BELOW:
“baby?! Pretty girl, where are you??” Colt’s calls sound throughout the apartment, loud enough you can faintly hear them despite being in the shower.
“I’m in the shower!!” You call out, the sound of the shower running muffles most of the sound, but Colt was already making his way over once he heard the shower.
“Can I come in?” Colt asked more as a formality than a question already knowing you would say yes. He opened the door and could see your beautiful silhouette through the shower curtain. “Hi sweetie, how was your day?” Colt asked as he hopped up on the counter.
“It was ok, work as normal than went to the gym after hence the shower”
Colt hums “mmm I see I see…” you could tell he wanted to ask something but was trying to be polite. But you knew him well enough to respond knowing exactly what the question is.
“Yes Colt you can join me in the shower” you tease. “fair warning though I started my period today” you add.
“I don’t care, you know I don’t care” Colt murmurs as he rushes to get his clothes off and join you in the shower.
Once in Colt grabs your waist and pulls you in for a kiss, feeling a bit needy after not seeing you all day. The adrenaline coursing through his veins from the successful stunt he did today was definitely contributing to the neediness as well.
“Good day at work today I assume?” You tease, nipping at his lip as your fingers gently tug at the nape of his neck.
“Uh huh how you know…” Colt mumbles against your lips, pinning you to the shower wall. You wince at the cold tile and arch into his warm body trying to get away from it. Colt groans at the contacts and grips your waist hard enough for indents, pulling you in closer.
“You get a little handsy after a really good stunt~” you tease your hands trailing down to squeeze his large biceps before you move in and begin to kiss and suck on his neck.
“Mmm fuck” Colt moans folding in towards you, his legs starting to feel a bit shakey. One hand comes up and gently caresses your hair as you leave marks along Colt’s neck. “Feels so good…” he whimpers
Colts hand trails down your body to the apex of your thighs gently brushing the patch of hair there. You try to angle yourself away letting out a small hiss “Sensitive…” You pull back so you can clearly see him. “I’m on my period remember…”
“Mmm I really don’t mind sweetie” Though he moves his hand to your hip gently rubbing your hip bone waiting for your response.
“Colt I- it’s blood. My blood, you really want that all over your fingers” You huff, a bit confused why he's not disgusted by that thought. Colt’s pupils dilate at the thought as a response gets stuck in this throat for a second.
“Oh pretty girl I really really don’t care” Colt whispers, moving your hand to grip his hard length to show just how affected he is by the thought. Sure you felt his semi-errection against your thigh the whole shower but now he was rock hard and steadily leaking pre-cum. “I want to do this for you if you’ll let me, what's a little blood to your pleasure huh. So please Sweetheart I really really want to if you will let me” Colt practically begged.
You can’t help but whimper at his words. God how could you say no to that. Your only hesitance was how Colt would feel about the blood but since he didn’t care there was nothing stopping the need coursing through you so happily give in.. “Oh please Colt your fingers fill me up so well” You beg, gripping his wrist. “Need you so bad” —god how easily you fold for this man—
“Mmm gladly pretty girl I’ll give you exactly what you need.” Colt teased gently nibbling on your ear. His fingers move down and coat themselves in a beautiful mixture of slick and blood before slipping inside your drenched pussy. You moan at the pleasure and grip tightly onto his wrist.
“God you make such pretty sounds~” Colt whispers in your ear. His thumb moves to make gentle strokes on your clit as he curls his fingers hitting the spot inside that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.
“Mmm don't stop Colt don't stop!!” you whine, feeling way closer than you should. You bury your face in his neck, feeling yourself fold in.
“Mmm wasn't planning on it” Colt groans, loving the way you pulse around his fingers. He slightly adjusted so his throbbing cock was brushing against your thigh creating the perfect amount of friction.
Colt moans as you buck forward creating more friction on his cock. He can’t help but time the way he curls his fingers to his thrusting against your thigh and soon you both are bordering on the line of release.
“Fuck baby I’m close” Colt whines in your ear, doubling down on his efforts to make sure you cum first.
“Me too! God Colt please please please!” You chant feeling breathless, Your orgasm is so close, just barely in reach.
“I know baby I know I can feel it, the way you flutter around me, your quick gasp and moans…Fuck like you you came straight out of a wet dream, absolutely perfect and…god just perfect” Colt rambles struggle not to tumble over the edge but the way you grip onto his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin just feels too damn good.
Colt’s thumb applies the perfect amount of pressure as he finds the right rhythm to your clit despite his thrust against your thigh turning sloppy as he loses control.
Something about the mix of sensations, the sensitivity and taboo of doing this while on your period, the hot steam of the shower, and the gorgeous man melting into you causes an orgasm so strong you almost pass out.
You bite down onto Colt's shoulder as you feel wave after wave of pleasure course through your body. Your knees wouldn't be able to keep you up if it wasn’t for the help of Colt. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you feel dizzy as Colt fingers still work you through your orgasm.
The sting of your bite hurts so good Colt can’t help but come all over your thigh. He slumps forward weakly humping your leg as he comes whispering your name over and over again like a prayer as pleasure spreads across his body.
Once you guys are slightly shaking from overstimulation you gently pull away. “Sorry” you mumble with a slight flush as you gently rub the bite mark you left on Colts shoulder.
Colt snorts “I’m not! That was hot as fuck!” He enthused trying to get a better view of your little claim on him. —not that you needed a claim, he was your the second you said yes to a date— “I’m just sorry I didn’t end up lasting to fuck you like you deserve” Colt cringes gestures to his cum now dripping down your leg
“I’m not, that was also hot as fuck, the way you just could control yourself, hot as fuck!” you gush pulling forward for another kiss. But you slightly wince as you move, forgetting all about Colt’s fingers still deep in your pussy.
“Mmm sorry!” Colt gently removes his fingers from inside you but is mesmerized by the sight left on them. He quickly moved his fingers out of the spray of the shower to admire them. His thick fingers were covered in a mix of cum and bloody creating a sort of pale red on his fingers and something about it was just so…incaptivity..
“Oh jeez, wash your hands… this is why I didn’t want to do this” You groan feeling embarrassed, taking his silence for disgust.
“When can we do this again…” Colt whispered, voice turning low and husky. “Preferably me fucking you with my dick instead… god I need to see this completely covering my dick…” Colt groaned at the thought, more so speaking to himself.
I- Colt you can’t be serious there no way you-“ You try to protest but Colt cuts you off.
“I have never been more serious when I say this was one of the hottest moments of my life- now please I would like to know if and when I can fuck you like this”
“Right now… if if you really want.” You stammer feeling dazed at the feral way Colt was looking at you.
Colt didn’t even bother to respond. He just threw you over his shoulder, shut off the shower and made his way to your bedroom making sure to grab the darkest towel he could find.
How different Ryan Gosling character would show their love and how they would want to be loved
(featuring: Holland March X Fem!reader and Ken X Fem!reader)
Words: 0.4k
Holland march:
Holland loves and wants praise. That man knows he’s the worst but pretends he’s the best, but when you compliment and say kind words about him he is cocky, he says he’s well aware and already knows these things. But in reality he can’t believe you actually like him and believe these kind words so he holds on to what you say dearly. He can’t help but think, maybe he’s as good as you say. But he can’t let you know that, he can’t let you know how pathetic he is for your kind words.
Holland is very very clingy. He hates that fact so much, he thinks it makes him weak, why should he rely on you for comfort. He is a strong, tough man, he shouldn't have to rely on being in your arms to feel safe. So he often gets in his head and tries to push you away. He avoids your usual hand holding, he doesn’t flop into your lap after a long day he all but ignores you thinking he's not man enough. Though you quickly put an end to that, reassure him you want his touch, you love having him in your arms and it doesn’t make him weak or pathetic all it shows is he actually likes his girl. As soon as you give him this go ahead he instantly collapses into holding you so tight. (That one short day without touching you was one of the worst days of his life)
Ken
Ken LOVES gifts so much! He just loves collecting fascinating human things, especially if it wasn’t available in Barbieland. He especially loves getting new clothes, his favorite kind of date with you is going to the mall and trying on different outfits even if you don’t buy them (But lets be honest Ken couldn’t leave a story without buying something) . But mainly that man will love anything and everything you give him. He will keep it and treasure it forever because it was given to him by YOU!
Ken is very very blunt and honest because he doesn’t really understand human social cues yet. So he will say whatever is on his mind. So often when it comes to you, his stunning wonderful amazing girlfriend all he has is compliments. You help him with something he couldn’t understand? He is telling the whole world how smart and wonderful you are. You are wearing a new dress? He is telling you how sexy you are in it and can’t wait to take it off of you regardless of who is around to hear his words. You blush anytime he does this in public not really appreciate all the attention on you. He tries to tone it down for your sake but he doesn’t understand really. Why would you not want him telling the world how perfect a girlfriend you are.
(Listen this had been sitting in my WIP for way longer than intended so sadly Lars got sacrificed to the writers block gods so if I said he was meant to be in this shhhh no he wasn’t)
(Can’t sleep so fuck it we write angst at 3 in the morning)
You can’t sleep. No matter how hard you try it doesn’t work. You have barely slept in the past 2 weeks and it’s really starting to affect you.
You close your eyes but your brain doesnt turn off, your body doesnt relax despite how exhausted and drained you feel.
You try taking pills for it, you have read every tip and trick you can find but nothing works. Not even crying yourself to sleep works all it does is remind you of everything you lost.
So tonight like every other night you lay huddled in a ball clutching his pillow, inhale his fading scent, squeezing your eyes tight and try to trick yourself into believing this is your husband.
Maybe if you try hard enough, wish and pray enough Than the pillow will magically turn into Ryland Grace. Have it be as if he didn’t get forced into space on a suicide mission. —you know for certain he didn’t go up there by choice but with no proof you seem crazy—
you lay in a too big empty bed, sobbing till you can’t breath, clutching the pillow and wishing this was all just a dream.
“I miss you…so fucking much” you whisper through broken sobs before mercifully passing out from exhaustion
(You ever fall asleep holding a pillow wishing it was someone? No? Just me ok)
