hello!!! so like Ryland has been in space, he’s seen thousands of stars only through the glass of his EVA suit unpolluted by manmade fluorescence. but his fav sight is still you on top of him, riding him until he’s dizzy :)
Hello good morning smile anon!! I'm so glad you asked about Ryland cause I have a lot of thoughts about that man
I think a bit too much about riding him in that damn pilot seat so here's some Ryland x afab pilot!Reader and ONCE AGAIN I got carried away heheh
Music inspo 1 + 2 and bonus visual that I think about a lot that is very fitting
"Sweetheart I- Ohh fudg- fuck..." Ryland hissed as his head careened back against the headrest. Words tangled in his throat as you wrapped a hand around his length and lined the tip of his cock with your entrance before taking him in inch by inch, pacing slowly as he stretched you out.
Good lord the stretch... for being such a smart man he was blissfully unaware at how big he really was. You almost choke before remembering to breathe as you bottom out, forehead now buried into his shoulder and nails digging crescents into his biceps as you immediately honed in on the little clicks and creaks that resonated from Mary's hull to ground yourself.
Sitting in the pilots seat was your comfort zone, a place where every other time you didn't need to focus but right now, the thought of riding Ryland in a place you considered a space sacred and special to you, only you, was a whole new experience to the senses that warranted a moment to take in what was happening.
Neither of you move, only able to sit there in silence breathing heavily in sync as you adjust to his girth that quite frankly, took you very much by surprise.
"Give me a second, Ry... jesus, you're so fucking big-"
"No yeah, no I'm- you're all good."
A smile beaming with pride quietly left his lips, a little secret kept between him and Mary as he gazed up at the hull high off of how good he felt just sitting there with his cock being warmed by you.
His trembling hands hovered over your hips, hesitant to touch as if the two of you hadn't secretly wished you'd somehow end up in this exact situation for months now after waking from the coma.
The quick looks the of you exchanged along with fumbled apologies and flushed cheeks when his hand accidentally landed on yours while you handled the flight stick as you showed him how to pilot Mary... The way you showed a little too much concern for his safety everytime he went on a EVA walk or tripped over the bulkhead door...
"Oh my go- are you sure you want to do this, I mean- yeah I want to, but do YOU want-"
He can't be fucking serious right now...
You quickly lift your head from his shoulder only able to let out a breathy chuckle as a response. He truly never shuts up and does not think clearly at all when he's flustered.
Placing a hand on his cheek, thumb on one side, four fingers on the other, you lift his head and manage to land a kiss between his words, teeth clicking together as he was mid ramble and still would be if you hadn't intervened.
Pulling back you notice his face was now bright red and eyes looking every direction but yours, trying to find something to say but failing each time he opened his mouth.
"Ryland Grace, if I didn't want to do this I wouldn't be sitting on you in MY pilot seat with your dick in me right now. So please, for the love of God, just shut up and let me ride you."
His attention quickly snapped back to you at your words, accidentally shifting his hips in the process.
The next breath you took hitched in your throat as you felt his cock twitch between your walls, your hand now leaving his cheek to thread your fingers in his hair, tugging at the cowlick on the back of his head that you loved so much. His hands now gripped tight on your waist before relaxing to help guide and keep you steady as you begin to rock your hips.
Your hand left the back of his head to brace yourself on the headrest to better angle your hips in a way that allowed him get a deeper reach in you. Ryland wrapped his arms around you now, pulling you even closer to him, desperate for full contact with your body and let out a gutteral moan into the crook of your neck the moment he felt his tip brush against your cervix with the rut of his hips.
"S' pretty.... holy moly you're beautiful taking me so well, sweetheart"
Ryland sat back in the seat, studying the soft features of your face, the way your eyes lovingly gaze into his keeping steady eye contact, analyzing how your head rolled back every now and then to call out his name and putting to memory the way it rolled off your lips with a soft moan to his ears like honey.
You know that look and have seen it many times before. The look he gets when he's lost in thought, his mind running a million miles a minute running every hypothesis possible and you can't help but smile taking in the sight below you. Pupils blown, glasses askew and his mind rapidly dizzying from the way your movements were now synced together, two undernourished egos that have been starved for this moment.
Rylands expression softened as the reflecting light from Mary's control panel in your eyes turned into dazzling, almost hypnotizing, stars. A sight he would come to love even more than the very stars that shined brightly outside every time you rode him in the pilot seat. A place now shared and sacred to the both of you.
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