I'm low on motivation and inspiration so have a quick read about rocky and Adrian bringing their pebbles around for the first time.
700 words, all fluff, no mentions of having human babies lol
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âRockyâs here!â Rylandâs excited words rang through the house, pulling you from your book with a smile. It had been a couple of weeks since your Eridian friends had visited the biodome, Adrian had come by with Rocky to explain that they were entering a mating phase and wouldnât be around while they had eggs to watch over. You and Ryland spent a few days theorizing what that meant, exactly.
When you rounded the corner, you could already see Ryland crouched down by the front door. Standing in the doorway were Rocky and Adrian, their xenonite suits shining in the late-afternoon sun. Four little Eridians tumbled over each other in front of them, like excited puppies on their first outing.Â
You crouched down next to Ryland, âhey guys! Are theseâŚâÂ
âOur eggs!â Rockyâs sing-song tones rang out happily.Â
Adrian righted one of the babies that had fallen over, patting its xenonite suit with a proud arm. Ryland was a mess already, tears streaming down his face and hands reaching for the closest baby. âGrace leaking on pebbles already,â Rocky whistled, stomping a foot in faux annoyance.
âPebbles!â You and Ryland repeat it back to him at the same time, a laugh bubbling out of you quietly. The little one finally lets Ryland make contact, he slides a hand under it with the intention to lift it up, but it weighs like 40 pounds so he settles for patting the top of its carapace like Adrian had.Â
âTheyâre heavy!â Ryland exclaims through sniffles, laughing when one of the pebbles puts a leg on his hand. You take in the happy parents standing in the light, âcongrats, guys, theyâre adorable.âÂ
âIs many pebbles for one clutch, keep us busy, busy, busy all day and night.â Adrian steps all the way inside and plops down, the action screams tired parent. Rocky follows suit, pushing the little ones further inside and shutting the door so he can sit properly.Â
They tell you about the egg hatching process, knowing you and Ryland were going to ask questions. What were engineers and scientists expected to do when presented with the chance to learn about how babies are made? The pebbles were blocked in on all sides by the four of you, rolling over each other and talking in high tones that you couldnât translate.Â
You asked what their daily routine looked like, what the babies got up to, anything that came to mind, really. Ryland seemed content to listen, too busy letting the pebbles climb his arms and legs. The smile never left his face, even after his tears dried.Â
âWe hoped this would help them sleep,â Rocky said quietly, watching as the biggest one landed upside down, itâs legs going crazy. You help right the poor thing, grunting with the effort. âThey have not slept in days,â Adrian supplies, lying so still you almost thought they were sleeping.
âThey can sleep here, we can watch them,â Ryland glances at you with a smile. You nod, more than happy to help where you can.
âRocky Adrian sleep too, question? You watch.â Rocky sounds so tired suddenly, and you stand to usher them all into the bedroom. âCome on, the bed is big enough for everyone.âÂ
Adrian and Rocky practically throw all of the pebbles up on the bed, climbing up after them and caging them in between their larger bodies. Ryland grabs your hand and pulls you to the pile, sitting with his back against the headboard. You slide in next to him, head landing on his shoulder.Â
A deep rumbling starts in Rocky and Adrianâs carapaces. They were putting the little ones to sleep, it made you smile. The pebbles calmed immediately, all four going still on the blankets. âThey must have been tired,â Ryland whispers, a soft look on his face. âWeâre babysitting aliens, by the way.â He turns to you, laughter threatening to break through the quiet room.Â
âI guess it doesnât matter what planet youâre on, caring for little ones takes a village,â you murmur against his shoulder. âIâm glad they came to us,â he presses a kiss to your temple. âTheyâre going to put me to sleep too, though, with that thrumming.â And he yawns, like heâs proving a point.Â
âGet some sleep,â you run a hand through his hair, feeling him relax under your touch, âIâll watch.â He tugs you down the bed with him, hugging you to his chest. You stay awake long enough to hear his breathing even out, taking a few moments to admire the little family you managed to find lightyears away from home.
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if we could lay eggs i'd totally be open to having kids, crazy how that works
ryland with an oral fixation has me in a chokehold. like he always has his mouth on your temple, the back of your hand, he absentmindedly bites your fingers when he's deep in thought
NSFW below the cut
He realizes that your nipples are so sensitive that you might be able to get off with them alone, so he spends an evening just licking and sucking and pulling and tweaking until he has you moaning and writhing under him. He's patient, waiting your body out instead of trying to rush anything. Your chest is covered in his drool, his warm breath rushing over the wet spots and making goosebumps rise.
A harsh bite and sharp tug make your hips roll, and you feel the slow build of your release heating up your core. Your whine is familiar to him, he knows you're close. He bites again and flicks his tongue over the tip of your nipple, nimble fingers pinching and pulling the other one until your back arches.
You come with a cry, gentle waves of pleasure rolling through your body. When you open your eyes, he's looking at you with an annoying mix of awe and smugness. "That's a crazy party trick," he mumbles, flattening his tongue and soothing over your sore bud.
He brings you a cold compress in a towel later because he feels bad about how swollen and raw your skin is from his mouth and beard
a few of us had this idea, I couldn't get it out of my head so here's the next morning.
1.6k words, smut
summary: the morning after your birthday, ryland asks you to ride him and your necklace makes him lose it
part 1
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Morning came quietly, soft light shining through the gaps in the curtains, ushering in the day. You were warm, back pressed against Ryland, his arm resting heavily across your bare stomach. A deep breath fanned across the back of your neck, his voice coming out rough, âmorninâ baby.â He presses a kiss to your hair, eyes still closed.Â
âGood morning,â you answer softly, working your fingers between his and bringing his hand up to your lips. You kiss the back of his hand, the inside of his wrist, the tips of each finger. He hums, running his thumb over your bottom lip and pulling just a little, feeling how pliant you already are. âI wasnât too rough last night, was I?â
You roll over to face him, âmm-mm,â your eyes land on his lips, âwas actually thinking you could be rougherâŚâ His breath hitches and his brows raise, âoh yeah? Is that what you want, sweetheart?âÂ
You nod, teeth sinking into your lower lip, finally making eye contact with him. âI like when you take charge, makes me feel.. I donât know, floaty.â
âFloaty?â He asks quietly.
âYeah, like I donât have to worry about thinking, you always know what I need.â Your smile is shy, peering up at him from under your lashes. He melts a little, fondness settling over his features. âIs that what you need, baby?â It comes out as a whisper, notes of desire tinting his voice. You nod and lean up, kissing him needily, letting him feel how much you want him.Â
He meets your lips happily, threading a hand through your hair to tilt your head just right. He keeps the pace slow, basking in the feel of your body against his, free hand skimming up your side teasingly. He presses forward, rolling you to your back, forearm caging your head in. When he finally slips his tongue into your mouth, it draws a moan from both of you.Â
He dominates the kiss, drawing every movement out, letting you feel everything he could give you. Your hands find his shoulders, nails scratching lightly over his back. He groans at that and pulls away. The way your arms press your breasts together frames that damn necklace and he canât look away. Warm lips slide down your throat, small licks and light suction over the dip of your collarbone have you squirming. âKeep your hands on me,â he murmurs against your skin.
He catches the blue stone hanging from the chain with his teeth, tugging once before he drops it in favor of working across your breasts. Heâs still going so slowly, you feel a heated flush over your whole body, soaking in the attention he so willingly gives every inch of you. When he licks a nipple into his mouth, biting gently before flicking his tongue over it, you canât help the needy whine that rips from your throat.Â
âYou know, every time I think I have you figured out, you throw a curveball,â heâs talking around the bud still in his mouth. âI have layers,â you answer breathlessly. âLike an onion?â He lifts his head with a smile. âLike an onion,â you laugh.Â
âDo you want me to tell you what I want now, or do you want me to just do it?â His pupils are blown, tongue sliding out to wet his lips. You consider it for a second, then ruffle his hair and whisper, âtell me?â He drops a kiss to your chest, your neck, the blue stone shining on your skin. âI want you to come on my fingers first,â he keeps his head down, like heâs fighting back his own embarrassment. âThen I want you to ride me while I play with these perfect tits.â He thumbs a nipple when he says it, just to prove his point.Â
Your moan is answer enough for him, he slides a hand down to cup your core, fingers spreading you open with learned precision. He keeps up his sweet attention on your neck and chest, reveling in every hitched breath and quiet gasp he pulls from you. His fingers dip into your wet heat for just a moment, then he drags his hand up to his mouth. His tongue darts out to taste, a groan escaping around the intrusion. That hand drops back to your folds while he leans up to kiss you properly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.Â
Your hand tightens in his hair, pulling just a little, and he circles your clit with two fingers. It makes you gasp into his mouth and he drinks it down, mumbling, âyou always taste so good, baby. Drives me crazy.â He adds more pressure to his fingers, feeling how your hips roll against his palm.Â
He switches between playing in your wetness and rubbing your clit, working you towards the edge slowly. Your hands find purchase on his back again, the grip giving you enough leverage to really ride his fingers. He groans into your mouth, âthatâs it, get what you need. Use my fingers, sweetheart.âÂ
The coil building in your stomach snaps, your body jerking and arms tightening around him. He praises you through it, picking up speed where you lose it. âSo fuckinâ sexy when you come like that, love feeling you fall apart for me.â He presses sweet kisses to your lips and jaw, wet fingers coming up to tweak your nipple playfully. It makes you jump and he smiles against your skin.Â
You wrap your legs around his middle and twist, flipping him to his back. He lands with a surprised noise, hands gripping your hips. You feel his hard length under you, grind your hips just right to pull another gasp from him. âGod, youâre a sight,â he breathes. And you are, cheeks flushed, hair wild, naked body perched on top of him - itâs all he can do not to blow his load right there.Â
Your hand skims down his stomach, landing right where he wanted you most. You give him a few pumps, watching how his breathing goes ragged, his chest heaving and eyes locked on where youâre touching him. You lift your hips and look to him for approval. His voice is rough when he finds it, âgo ahead baby, take all of it.â And you do.Â
You lower yourself down, taking him to the hilt in one go. The movement pulls moans from both of you, his hands flying to your ass and yours falling to his chest. âHoly shit, baby, yes.â His head falls back, you take that as your cue to move. A roll of your hips makes him squeeze his fingers, pressing into your supple flesh like he owns it. The first bounce brings his attention back to you, eyes watching your face before the silver necklace catches his eye. Every time you drop down on him, the blue stone shimmers in the light. He uses one hand to press against your back, bringing your chest close to his face.Â
The pendant hits his chin and you finally realize what heâs looking at. He plants his feet and thrusts up into you, both hands back on your ass to control your movements. It feels incredible. He forces you down on his cock, sticking his tongue out to catch the stone. He pulls it into his mouth and leans his head back, forcing you closer to him. Itâs almost feral, the way heâs rutting into you and whining around the necklace.Â
You do your best to keep up with his manic thrusts, eventually settling on holding his shoulders and doing what you can to keep your balance. You lift up and the pendant falls from his lips, he watches it for a moment before he grabs it gently, a stark contrast to the rest of his movements. âOpen up, baby,â he commands softly. You donât even think before dropping your mouth open, watching as he slips the necklace between your lips. He closes your mouth and pulls you down for a kiss, tongue darting out to trace the warm metal.Â
Itâs so hot you forget that youâre supposed to be moving your hips, but he picks up your slack easily, amusement glimmering in his eyes when he pulls away from your lips. You canât help how hard you clench down on him, your moans increasing in pitch. âYou close? Gonna come for me?â Heâs watching your face so intensely, deciding now was the time to slide a hand between you to rub quick circles on your clit. His other hand lands a sharp slap to your ass, gripping hard enough to leave fingerprints.Â
It doesnât just throw you over the edge, you feel like youâre falling from a cliff. You shudder and moan, throwing your head back. The heat feels all-encompassing, your arms giving out at the apex of your orgasm. He catches you easily, thrusting a few more times before he stills, a broken whimper falling from his lips. Heâs shaking under you, trembling limbs hitting the mattress as a quiet moan breaks in his chest.
He holds you for a few minutes, gentle hands stroking heated skin, massaging tired thighs and skimming along your spine. When you have a handle on your breathing, you crane your head up with a smirk, âthe necklace really does it for you, huh?â He goes beet red, hand flying to cover his face with a groan.Â
âI told you last night,â he stifles a laugh, âI like that itâs from me.â You pull his hand away and press a sweet kiss to his lips. âYouâre cute when youâre embarrassed.â He huffs a breath and you lay your head back down against his chest.Â
âYou came so hard, is all Iâm saying,â you smirk into his skin.Â
âOh god,â and he throws his hand back over his face.
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i feel like I'm wandering farther and farther away from his actual character but no one's complaining, right?
how has the fanfiction you've written or read changed/evolved over the years ?
ooh this is interesting. okay, i've only just started writing it but i've been reading everything from marvel to anime fics since the beginning. I remember a lot more real people fiction back there than there is now, there used to be a lot of youtuber fics that would float around.
this, like any kind of art, is ever-evolving, and will continue to change as we all grow and learn. I also remember a lot of toxic communities around certain fandoms but since i've grown up and usually have a job, I fell out of the fandom thing for a while. they might still be toxic (I saw the spn people butting heads just today lolol) but it's way easier to set boundaries for myself now bc literally who gives a fuck
Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.
Thinking about the comment someone left on the Picnic saying it was the first thing they've read on ao3 and feeling a little emo bc people are still discovering fics for the first time and mine are out there for them to find đ
