You ever think about how old people have no idea what “survivor bias” is, and take full credit for being excellent out of things where they lucked out?
“Back in my day we didn’t have any of these childhood protective things, we were smart enough not to do stupid shit on our own!”
Except your little neighbour, who got the funniest idea at the age of seven, and got his skull pierced when he slipped?
“Back in my day nobody got divorced, we stuck together and fixed our problems!”
What about your cousin, who was slowly killed by her husband because she had nowhere to escape him?
“Back in my day nobody had ‘mental problems’, we didn’t whine, we just toughed it out and endured life!”
Hey remember that guy you used to work with, who seemed really friendly and normal, and then suddenly hanged himself ‘for no reason’?
“Back in my day we didn’t have any of this ‘gay’ or ‘transgender’ thing.”
You did, but your family cut all ties with her before you were born.
You kinda start seeing it in everything they think, if you start looking for it.
can I please request a Bayverse Tmnt platonic where they find us abandoned as a baby in an alley completely abandoned still newborn little girl and take in as baby sister with some headcanons how they act with baby us since small baby+big mutant turtle= panic of breaking it🫠🥰and like how they raise us since we can’t do shit alone since we’re newborn
Hello! Sorry it took me a while to write, but I hope you like it~ ♡♡♡♡
btw guys, after I finish writing the other two TMNT requests, I'll take a break from writing about the turtles and focus more on other requests like Harry Potter and House Of The Dragon!
A New Family *.✧
The cold air of the night wrapped around the city like a blanket, the streets eerily quiet except for the occasional rustling of a rat or the distant hum of a car. The turtles had just finished their latest mission—fighting off Foot Clan soldiers in a city alley—but as they walked back to their hideout, something unusual caught their attention.
A soft cry echoed from the shadows.
“Did you hear that?” Leo asked, his sharp instincts kicking in as he signaled for the others to stop.
Raph, who was already in his usual gruff mood, frowned. “Probably just a stray animal, Leo. Let’s go.”
But something told Leo this wasn’t a stray animal. It sounded too… human. He motioned for the team to follow him as he carefully made his way toward the sound.
As they rounded a corner, they saw it—a small bundle wrapped in a dirty, torn blanket, a newborn baby girl lying abandoned in the cold. The faint cries were pitiful, and even though they were turtles, the sight struck them all to their core.
“What the heck...?” Mikey whispered with confusion and concern.
Leo immediately knelt beside the bundle, cautiously lifting it to see the tiny face of the baby girl. She was barely a few days old, her skin pale and fragile, and her tiny fists clenched. Her large eyes blinked up at them, confused but desperate, as if looking for a source of comfort.
Raph’s expression softened. “Who would leave a baby out here?”
Donnie checked the baby’s body for any signs of injury or illness. He placed his finger gently on her small hand, and she instinctively gripped it, a reflex that made Donnie pause. He knew this was beyond his scientific knowledge, but seeing this tiny, helpless girl in front of him struck a chord in his heart.
“We need to get her back to the lair. She’s in shock,” Donnie said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “We should take her in. She’s not safe out here.”
Leo nodded in agreement. “We can’t just leave her here. Let's go, Master Splinter can help us too.”
And just like that, a new responsibility was born.
Back in the lair, things quickly became chaotic as the turtles tried to figure out what to do with the newborn. The sight of the tiny girl in their hands, especially with their big, mutant forms, made everyone anxious. The idea of holding something so fragile, so small, seemed impossible to most of them, but they didn’t hesitate.
Leo cradled her in his arms as he paced, muttering to himself. “Okay, okay, we need to find out where she came from, and how we can take care of her.”
Donnie had already begun scanning her with his tech, checking for any signs of health problems and trying to figure out how to get her to sleep. But the sight of the tiny girl in his arms left him almost paralyzed with uncertainty. He’d fixed robots, fought mutants, and even performed surgeries on his brothers, but this? This was a whole new level.
"Guys, what do we do with a baby?" Raph asked, looking at the girl in disbelief. "I don’t know anything about kids. She’s tiny! What if I break her?"
Mikey, who had been excited to help, looked equally confused. “What if she cries for too long? What do we do if she gets hungry? Do we even know how to feed her?”
Leo shot them both a reassuring look. “We’ll figure it out. We have to.”
Leo
Leo immediately takes on the role of a big brother, trying to be the most responsible one. He’s cautious and protective, making sure she’s comfortable and secure at all times.
Whenever she cries, Leo gets anxious, but he always tries to calm her down, gently rocking her and humming soft tunes.
He’s not used to being so gentle, but he soon finds himself enjoying the tender moments. “It’s okay, little one,” he’d whisper, his voice softer than anyone had ever heard it before.
Leo would often be the one to set up routines, checking on her every few hours and making sure she’s warm, fed, and safe.
He may not have any experience with babies, but he’s the one that rises to the challenge.
Raph
Raph is a bundle of nerves when it comes to holding the baby. His big hands seem like they might crush her if he’s not careful, and he’s terrified of making a mistake.
“I’m not a babysitter, Leo!” he grumbles when Leo asks him to watch her for a while.
But despite his protests, he’s completely charmed by her. The moment the baby wraps her tiny fingers around his pinky, his heart melts.
He’s surprisingly gentle, holding her close to his chest as he paces back and forth, trying to figure out what to do when she cries. His tough-guy persona completely disappears when he’s around her.
Whenever she makes a noise, he jumps. "She’s gonna break any second, I just know it!"
But when the baby finally calms down in his arms, he’s full of pride. He'll never admit it, but the baby is already winning him over.
Donnie
Donnie’s natural curiosity about everything extends to the baby. He examines her as if she’s a new scientific discovery. He’s fascinated by how tiny and delicate she is.
He immediately runs diagnostics to make sure she’s healthy and starts researching what he needs to take care of a baby. His mind is working at full speed, reading up on feeding schedules, baby growth stages, and medical care for infants.
His awkwardness shows when he tries to hold her, though. He’s used to his gadgets and his machines, but nothing prepared him for cradling a tiny human. His hands are too big, and he’s terrified of doing something wrong.
He soon adapts and even tries to make her a small toy to play with, something he created on his own. It’s made of soft, non-toxic materials—an adorable little bunny robot that he hopes she’ll love.
Donnie often falls asleep next to her while he’s researching, just to make sure she’s okay.
Mikey
Mikey is the most excited of the bunch and tries his hardest to make the baby smile. He talks to her like she’s a little buddy, saying things like, “Hey, lil’ buddy! Wanna go on an adventure?”
He’s more laid back than his brothers and has a relaxed attitude when it comes to taking care of her. He’s the one who is most likely to let the baby play with his bandanas or let her ride on his shoulders.
Mikey has the ability to make the baby laugh with his silly faces and funny sounds. Whenever she giggles, he gets so excited that he calls the others over. “She’s got the Mikey giggle! She’s a mini-Mikey!”
His love for her is unconditional, and he’s constantly making her laugh or making goofy jokes to keep her entertained.
ryland putting his hoodie on backwards and carrying rocky and adrian’s sleeping hatchlings around in the hood when he babysits to keep them safe, warm and close
ryland patting and bouncing the hood without even realizing he’s doing it because that’s just what you do with sleeping babies
ryland whispering whenever he has them around his neck and rocky still doesn’t understand why (“why you lower voice, question? they can’t hear when they sleep.” “I can’t yell around them.”)
ryland eating food while carrying them and dropping crumbs on their heads
ryland crying when they get too big and too heavy for him to carry around all at once
brain worm I got at work that I had to flesh out rq. I’m just so enamored with baby eridians and eridian child rearing. m!reader smut coming out later today (probably), a little goofy drabble soon after that, and a part 2 to doctor’s visit in the works!
rude awakening (rocky & gn!reader, slight ryland grace x gn!reader)
summary: your first time meeting rocky doesn’t go well but ryland is oh so happy to have someone to hug
wc: 2.5k
cw: none!
a/n: thank you all so much for the love on all of my fics, your comments make me so happy! here’s a little something goofy for funsies, part 2 to doctor’s visit is up next!
It was dark. So dark.
As the lingering fuzziness of sleep slowly crept out of your head, that was the first thing you noticed.
The rustle of plastic against your lashes was all you felt when you tried to pry your eyelids apart. They felt so heavy, like you had indeed been sleeping for a very long time and for some unknown reason, abruptly fell out of unconsciousness.
In fact, your whole body felt that heaviness. Completely dead weight and useless. The most movement you could manage was a twitch of your fingers. Was this what sleep paralysis felt like? You’d never experienced it before but you figured it probably felt an awful lot like this.
When you swallowed, your throat ached- dry and sore- thanks to whatever was shoved down it.
You managed a whimper, barely audible around the thing in your mouth, and tried to pull your arms up to remove it. They didn’t respond like they were supposed to but you did manage to lift your hand this time. Progress.
Behind the seal of your eyelids, an alternating flashing light of blue and red seared your retinas and a low thrum whirred around you.
You were laying down in a bed of sorts, that much you did know, you could feel the softness of a mattress against your back, but you seemed to be covered in a plastic sheet from your head to your toes.
What was happening?
The loud sound of a zipper followed and you were blasted by the frigid air of a room and bright, bright lights. Squeezing your eyes shut, you wiggled your body some more. You were starting to regain some feeling.
“Body movement detected. What is two plus two?”
A woman’s voice? Except it sounded wrong, too perfect. A computer?
You hummed behind the thing in your mouth.
“Incorrect. What is two plus two?”
You ignored the voice. A whir sounded, followed by a tug on the thing in your throat. The slow drag of the silicone against your esophagus had you gagging, choking around the intrusion. When it fell free, you were racked with violent coughs. For the first time in what felt like ages, you willed your lungs to work on their own without the help of a machine. Chest heavy, choking and still regaining the feeling in your body, you really tried not to spiral. What had happened? Where were you? Who were you?
Your eyes slowly, painfully, began adjusting to the fluorescent lights enough to lift your heavy eyelids.
Shapes were a blur, and all you saw for several seconds was white. After a couple of blinks, a dark blob took form above your head, followed by a web of lines. Tile? A ceiling? It must’ve been.
“Eye movement detected. What is two plus two?”
Blinking your eyes again, you tried to clear them of the layer of film that coated the surface while a soft tune met your ears. It sort of sounded like a hum, a song maybe but there were no words and no distinct rhythm to it. Some clicking followed. Ever so gradually, your vision cleared.
You could see that what you’d thought was the oddly patterned tile of a ceiling was actually some kind of barrier above you. Clear like glass but held together with some sort of darker adhesive that created a geometric hodgepodge of triangles. Beyond the clear barrier, a normal looking white wall could be seen, along with the source of the annoyingly bright lights. You weren’t focused on the lights or walls for long.
On the other side of the glass right above where your chest lay, was a pile of… rocks?
Rough in texture, a mixture of browns with teal green spots and some leathery bands. It was unlike any pile of rocks you’d ever seen. But when the rock moved, tilting this way and that, tapping part of itself against the clear barrier in three distinct taps with something that looked an awful lot like a finger, you realized that the pile of rocks was alive.
You tried to scream; tried to back away. Unfortunately, your raw and scratchy throat was barely able to make a squeak and your body remained prone.
The creature stood from where it had apparently been sitting down, revealing 5 rocky appendages attached to a larger rocky body. A stream of musical sounds erupted from it- somewhat whale like and mixed with trills like a bird. It was dancing around, spinning in circles above you and waving its arms in the air. It didn’t have a face, not one that you could see anyway, so you weren’t sure what emotion it was conveying.
You’d been abducted by aliens?! Oh, God… had you been probed? Experimented on? You couldn’t remember. Hopefully you were unconscious for all of it if you were. In fact, you couldn’t remember much of anything- just your name and basic facts about yourself.
Your tormentor seemed to be talking to you; gesturing to you, to itself, to the room. Your chest heaved in fear. What was it going to do to you? Were more of its kind going to rush in and start conducting ruthless experiments? You could barely move, unable to defend yourself or run away. You would be completely at their mercy.
You pleaded for your body to move, barely able to find the strength in your arms to press against the mattress and push your body up. Doing so, you were able to get a good look at yourself. Tubes were everywhere. In you, on you- electrodes covered your major muscle groups and you were wearing some kind of skin colored, translucent plastic body suit.
What?!
The alien moved some more, walking back a step so you could see it better. It held up a hand (?) and held up one finger (?), repeating a two-noted sound. You shook your head and frantically moved your heavy head around to look for an escape route.
“I don’ kn’w wh’ y’re sayin’,” you coughed, your throat painfully dry and scratchy. Your words were barely words. “Wh’r ‘m I? G’ ‘way fr’m me.” You tried to look over the side of the bed to see how far of a fall it would be if you tried to roll off. You sort of felt drunk… or high… maybe both.
The rock seemed to get a little frantic, again holding up a finger and repeating the notes with more urgency this time. Was it telling you to wait? Well, you weren’t about to wait for some alien scientists to come in and cut you open.
Your head was pounding as you moved to sit up properly, vision swimming as blood rushed from your head for the first time in what felt like years. It didn’t help when your forehead knocked against the clear barrier that separated you from the rock with a loud thunk.
The alien made a sound of alarm and pawed at the glass next to your head like it was worried. You groaned and pressed a wavering hand to the clear surface to avoid hitting your head again as you tried to get your legs to respond. They stayed limp and useless.
“C’mon,” you cried, pounding at your thighs with a fist. You felt like you were running out of time. If the alien was trying to get you to stay, that meant it probably notified the others that you were up and trying to flee. It did make you feel a little better that, for whatever reason, the creature stayed on its side of the barrier and didn’t venture into yours.
No time to ponder! Blinking rapidly to get rid of the stars that danced in your vision you moved to grasp your calves and physically lift them over the side of the bed but pounding footsteps rang through the room and you knew it was too late.
Tears sprang to your eyes as you looked in the direction of the sound, waiting for a hoard of aliens to charge at you to tie you back onto the bed. Instead, a single figure ran into the room from the depths of whatever facility you were in. And it was a man.
A normal looking, human man.
You instantly felt like you recognized him but couldn’t remember how or where. He was tall, wearing a tight t-shirt and what looked like the bottom half of a jumpsuit with the arms tied around his hips. Glasses sat over the bridge of his nose and his hair was damp and wild, like he’d just gotten out of a shower and ran a towel through it. If you weren’t terrified for your life, you would’ve ogled at him.
“You’re awake!” He smiled, a cheesy excited grin that had you momentarily forgetting why you were even scared of him in the first place. He approached your bedside in quick strides and gripped the edge. “I thought you were brain dead in there and the system was malfunctioning thinking you were still alive. I would’ve tried to wake you up earlier but I didn’t want to risk any complications of pulling you out of your coma prematurely so I just held out hope that you were ok in there and-” A disbelieving laugh. “-you were!”
He seemed so happy to see you, this man you maybe knew but didn’t remember. And… a coma? You’d been in a coma? Were you sick or something? Recovering from some horrible injury?
The guy must’ve noticed your racing mind because he nodded like he could read your thoughts. “It’s a lot in the beginning, but I promise your memories will come back with time. I’ll explain everything but I promise you’re safe here… er- I won’t hurt you at least. If that’s what you’re worried about. We can discuss our situation later but for now you need to take it slow and eat something.”
Now that he’d mentioned it, you did feel hungry. And tired. And gross. He seemed trustworthy enough so maybe it would do you well to listen to his advice. You calmed just the tiniest bit and he seemed to notice that too because he suddenly rushed forward to fold you into a hug.
If your legs weren’t useless piles of mush, you would’ve kicked him. But when you felt him sigh, shaky and relieved, you stopped yourself from shoving him away. The way he held you, gripped at the back of your plastic bodysuit and tucked his face against your dewey shoulder, had you wondering how horribly he needed this hug. From how tightly he was doing so, it was probably a lot.
You let him sit there for a while, let him breathe and feel the warmth of your skin under the plastic while you blinked away his hair that poked at your eye. You felt all sorts of awkward but let the stranger do his thing. Wondering how long this hug would last if you didn’t put an end to it yourself, motion caught the corner of your eye.
The alien- you’d completely forgotten about it. Maybe it was a weird trick of your imagination after you’d been asleep for so long and the alien wasn’t real. It was probably some ceiling fan you’d mistaken for a- nope. It was still there. The rock alien, standing close by and, you supposed, watching this long, intimate hug with interest.
Fear kicking back in, you made a sound that sort of resembled a yelp and gripped at the man’s t-shirt. “There’s n’ alien-” you fell into a coughing fit, feeling as the man finally released you to press a comforting hand to your spine. He asked for water- asked a cluster of robot arms that you hadn’t even noticed in your panic, and a pouch was pressed into your palms.
He didn’t seem near as worried as he should be, looking perfectly at ease in the presence of the creature. While he helped you open the pouch and sip water through the straw, he scowled at the alien.
“I told him not to put his tunnels above your bed like a creep but he didn’t want to hear it- he said I wasn’t watching you well enough so he was going to take over. He’s been pretty concerned about you.”
You couldn’t decide what part of his sentence you wanted to mull over.
The man waved his hand at the alien who chirped something and balled one of its claws into a fist. “Sorry, I left the laptop in the control room. Don’t know what you’re saying.”
The alien spun in a circle and sat down again with a thump, looking agitated at the spectacled man’s words, a stream of chords spilling from him. Some that sounded much harsher than others. Your head was truly spinning now.
“I tried to explain what medical comas are but I don’t think he really understands so he’s been pretty diligent at keeping an eye on you when we’re not busy. Rocky’s been watching you sleep to make sure you’re safe. It’s an Eridian thing, I’ll explain it later. He’s been very excited to meet you, by the way- has been ever since he realized there was another human here besides me. He’s interested to see how other humans compare.”
Eridian? Watching you… while you were unconscious? This man talked about this alien, Rocky apparently, like they were best friends. They bickered like best friends. Or an old married couple. You felt like you were going to puke.
“Enough about that, let me go get you some actual clothes. Can you move your legs?”
Right. You were sort of naked. “I-”
“Here, let me help.” The blonde tucked an arm under your knees and helped turn your body so your legs dangled off the edge. Your grip stayed steadfast on his shoulder. When he moved away from you, you didn’t let him go. He paused to look at you in surprise.
“Don’t leave me with…” You didn’t say his name, but you glanced at the thing in the glass tube.
“Oh-” The man blew out a laugh, “Rocky? He wouldn’t hurt a fly. He might run your toes over but other than that, he’s harmless. Don’t try to have a private conversation around him though, because he can and will eavesdrop. Give me two seconds, be right back!”
You had no choice but to let go of his shirt, watching helplessly as he hurried out, but not before turning over his shoulder to yell out, “My name’s Ryland by the way! If you don’t already remember!”
You didn’t.
As the sound of his footsteps faded, you warily turned to look at ‘Rocky’ who’d scooted closer to you again, perching right next to your head. He let out a sound, a coo, and rested a little claw against the barrier.
Tap tap tap. Then a thumbs down.
You had to give it to the guy, he was kind of cute now that you looked at him with a little less fear. Still cautious but… a little less guarded. And the thumbs down was kind of funny.
Rocky perked up and swayed back and forth with a chirp of definite happiness when you hesitantly gave him three taps back.
a/n: what if i said i watched lars and the real girl and lars has charmed me
Permission to freak with u in ur asks?? Ok walk with me… imagine edging Ryland/grinding against him and getting off with that. YUP yup. Not a request just freaking out. I can imagine reader just toying with him and grace just taking it bc lord knows he will. Head just thrown back, mouth open, as reader does their thing.. yyup yup
I'm quite frankly gnawing at bars, barking UNCONTROLLED.
Title: Go Softly Into the Night.
Pairing: ( Established Relationship ) - Ryland Grace x Reader.
Rating: M. ( NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. Ryland is a whimpering baby. )
Words: 1.3K.
Summary: You find yourself in your boyfriend's lap, doing something you never dreamed of doing.
☆Ryland Grace Masterlist☆
The worn denim of Ryland’s jeans and the thin cotton of your underwear did little to temper the heat radiating between your bodies. The hard line of his erection pressed insistently against the tight fabric holding it back, a more delicate pressure against your core as the scent of pure sex and arousal filled the air.
You rolled your hips against him in a slow, painfully deliberate circle, a movement designed to torture Ryland, and to torture yourself. Your hands, splayed wide on his chest, could feel the frantic, stuttering beat of his heart beneath your palms.
“Please.” He breathed out, the word barely audible as you ate up the raw, ragged sound that was more prayer than plea.
The friction of battling fabrics sent a jolt of pleasure through both of you, drawing a ragged gasp from Ryland’s pretty lips that made your own breath catch, a fresh wave of warmth pooling in a coiled whirl in your lower belly. You slid your hands up his chest, your fingers tracing the line of his collarbones before tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, using the grip to anchor yourself as you ground down harder.
“Oh, great goodness.” Ryland groaned hoarsely.
With a smile on your lips, you leaned forward, pressing your chest against his as you captured Ryland’s mouth in a searing kiss. The only logical response was to reciprocate with hunger, one of his hands moving from your hip to tangle into the hair at the back of your head. His long fingers tightened just enough to send an immediate shiver down your spine as you swiveled your hips against his, a moan pulling from the deep recesses of your throat which Ryland ate happily.
He deepened the kiss with a tilt of his head, his tongue exploring with a desperate curiosity that made you clench in pure, undiluted desire. You shifted your weight, pressing down more firmly, the drag of your underwear against his jeans creating a delicious, maddening friction. When you finally pulled away, the need for air too much, you watched in erotic amusement as his head fell back against the couch, mouth propped open helplessly as he panted for breath.
Ryland's yummy throat was exposed and vulnerable in the dim light, and you drew your bottom lip in between your teeth. God, you wanted to bite it, to mark him, to leave a physical reminder of this moment. There was nothing stopping you.
“I love watching you come apart like this…” You murmured, dropping your mouth to his jaw, sliding your slick tongue against the sweaty skin before nipping at the spot right where his mandible met his skull. Your hands left his hair, trailing slowly down his chest until they rested on his thighs, your fingers digging into the hard muscle there. Ryland reacted with a tiny yelp as you massaged.
“G-gosh…” Was all Ryland managed to say, his azure eyes squeezing shut as you continued your calculated movements.
Deep down and instinctually, it was only fair of Ryland to help. He raised his hips, his jeans gaping a bit in the back around his waist before he settled back. He just needed more. Friction… pressure… whatever you were willing to give. Ryland whimpered as that spot between your legs kissed him again, almost relishing in the sensation the rough denim gave both of you simultaneously. The dual feeling of your weight pressing him down and the relentless grinding against his clothed cock was clearly unraveling him, piece by brilliant piece.
You slowed your movements, giving the blonde beneath you a long, lingering press of your hips against his. That drew a frustrated whine from him, a smile of satisfaction curling onto your face as he drew his hands back down to grab your hipbones as if demanding to take command but there was no power in his grip. It leaked determined desire.
“W-what do you want, Ryland?” You whispered breathlessly.
As if on cue, his eyes fluttered open, pupils blown wide but his eyelids only halfway open as if that was the only thing he could manage as he looked at you through his thick eyelashes. Something in you prickled at the sight of his baby blue eyes almost completely consumed by black dilation.
“Y-you…” He choked out, adams apple bobbing for your hungry eyes to devour. “Just… ple-please don’t stop.”
Who were you to deny such a kind statement? You resumed your movement, setting a pace this time that was faster and watched your boyfriend tense beneath you. Your hands slid up from his thighs to grip his waist, your thumbs stroking the sensitive skin just above the waistband of his jeans, trailing along the silken hair. His eyes fell shut again, a groan of desperation leaving his parted lips as he bucked partially into you.
His fingertips dug into your hips hard enough to bruise, but that was all the more thrilling. You loved it. Knowing you could bring this calculated, composed man to nothing more than a whimpering mess with just your body. The wetness pooling between your thighs caught on your underwear, was evidence of how much this was affecting you too, an undeniable ache that demanded attention. But… not as much as Ryland needed at the moment.
Ryland’s breath hitched in the hollow of his throat as the pace increased. You ground down harder against him, imagining how hard his cock must be and how much you wanted it buried in you. The sounds he was making were becoming more uncontrolled, a disgustingly guttural tangle of choked moans and murmured pleas, sweetly dancing along with your name falling from his lips.
You could feel Ryland getting close in the way his muscles tightened, his air capacity severely limited as he tried to erratically capture air in his lungs.
“C-close…” Ryland gasped out, his eyes rolling back as you shifted slightly, changing the angle just enough to hit that perfect spot that caused stars to burst behind his eyes. “I d-don’t want to… Mmm… in my jeans..."
You leaned down to whisper in his ear, your voice a low promise. “It’s okay, baby… I-I’ll buy you a new pair. Just… cum…”
Ryland whimpered again as you brought your mouth down against his jugular, feeling his heavy heartbeat under your grazing kisses. One of your hands left his waist to cup his stubbly jaw, your thumb stroking his cheek as you held him in place.
That’s all it took.
Ryland’s body arched beneath yours, a strangled cry escaping him as he orgasmed, the warmth spreading through his jeans as he pulsed and strained pitifully against the now stained fabric. The sight of him… God, Ryland’s head tossed back, blonde hair splayed, mouth opened in a yummy silent scream and face completely contorted in pleasure behind his glasses was the epitome of perfection.
You didn't stop. You continued to roll your hips, a slower, more deliberate rhythm now, milking every last drop of pleasure from his overstimulated body. Each movement drew a fresh, choked whimper from Ryland’s pink lips, his hands weakly gripping your hips as if to push you away, but his fingers only tightened, holding you in place.
You could practically see his cock twitching beneath you, a final, lewd motion to seal the deal. You craned your head down, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his swollen lips, swallowing Ryland's final, breathy gasp. You finally came to a more languid pace, resting your forehead against his, his ragged breathing the only sound in the room as he drew his hands up your back to press you against his still wanting body.
"Wow. “Ryland breathed out when he finally found his voice, his soul now returning to his body. "Just… wow."
You smiled, pressing a small kiss to his forehead. “Yeah. Wow.”
em we need to know since your the closest to canon is ryland an ass or boobie man
You know you right let's ANSWER THIS LIKE MEN.
NSFW BELOW, MDNI, 18+.
THIS MAN IS AN ASS MAN. And you'd have to pry that answer out of Ryland, if we're being honest. Doesn't matter the size, small, big, medium!!! He loves 'Em.
Ryland begins watching you walk. His brain, he wants to convince himself, is gone straight to science. Blue eyes are watching the way your muscles move while simultaneously he's imagining how you'd look bent over his desk, his hands playing along the curve of your ass. He's mentally calculating your center of gravity while also thinking about how it would feel to have your thighs wrapped around his waist, his hands on your ass. His analytical mind and primal despires are colliding in a weird shape of self-torture.
Ryland likes to tuck his hands into the back pockets of your jeans during little makeout sessions. The contracts between your plushy flesh underneath the denim drives him crazy. His lips are against yours and he's just murmuring, "I'm studying the wear patterns and fabric degradation over time... Very... very important." As he grabs a handful and pulls your body harder against his.
Literally gets to the point where he'll tuck his hand into your pocket while walking down the street together. Keeps you close, and another form of self-torture he's sort of into because, due to social boundries, he can't do anything about the thoughts running in his mind until he gets you alone.
Starts really obsessing in quiet and lonely moments about it. How your hips felt under his fingers, how you let him grasp at you, how your breathy moan sounded to him. Ryland starts getting distracted at the most inconvenient times because aesthetic attraction like this never really appealed to his brain until he met you.
Ryland likes doggystyle for this reason. I think that's enough said. Especially once you gain enough confidence in bed with him to start griding back against him instead of relying on the jagged thrusts he gives you. He makes a joke during it about the human pelvis being an engineering marvel but you're unable to do anything about it as he angles his own hips to thrust deeper, really letting your ass conform against him in a way that accentuates how the flesh ripples with his movements.
Will compromise and be the big spoon just to feel your ass pressing against him ( otherwise he likes to be little spoon lol. ) This brings with it the ultimate form of sex for him. Something that just makes Ryland's brain short-circuit everytime. The heat of your ass against the scape of his lower stomach as he buries his cock into you, is almost enough to get him to come undone. He holds off though, for the intimacy and closeness it brings.
Rocky in his little ball coming onto the Hail Mary, he's running through the ship. Ryland is trying to catch up with him, he's shouting your name and that there's a rogue alien on board.
It's too late.
It's a blur, one moment you're on your feet, secure, in the corridor of the lab and worst of all, you see it coming. And you HEAR it coming. But there's nothing you can do and the xenonite ball collides with you. Next thing you know? You're tumbling to the floor.
"You can't just run people over, Rocky!" Ryland cried.
"Sorry. Rocky new to ball."
"There's gotta be traffic rules!! You just T-boned (Last Name)!"
"No understand."
And you're just sitting there on your back, staring at the ceiling and wondering what the absolute hell just happened.
so anyway imagine ryland using you as a model for human anatomy to rocky ( HEY MODELS ARE BETTER FOR HIM TO OBSERVE ) and he's fumbling around your body like an an absolute dingus lmao
"These are uh..." He's gesturing. At your chest. "B.." His mind goes straight middle schooler. Boobies.
"They're called breasts, Rocky." And Ryland just nods, pushes his glasses up and looks over at Rocky who is surely taking mental notes during all of this and we can move to another part of the anatomy, one where Ryland wasn't ahem... staring at your chest. And gesturing at your chest. And dreaming... about your chest. WAIT who said that.
There's a beat.
"(Last Name) take off cloth, cannot see structure proper---"
"WOAH WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!!" Ryland is SQUEAKING.
"No understand."
You're blushing and Ryland is just tossing himself onto the lab table, "Humans like........ clothes. We don't like to be.. Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn...."
"Naked?" You offer.
"That's the word." Ryland lifts up a finger and almost slams his head onto the table.
I'm crying into my coffee this morning thinking about Rocky really focusing his echolocation on your stomach when you're pregnant on Erid and 'seeing' the baby's heart beat for the first time.
And he's silent for a few minutes really listening, "Amaze, amaze, amaze. (Last Name) is engineer."
You raised your eyebrows at that, "An engineer?"
"Build with mathmatical, creativity of design and science, equal new human. These are engineering qualities."
Ryland's mouth opens, "Hey! I contributed."
You glance at him, "For two minutes."
"And they were a great two minutes." He sighs very content, looking out at the beach.
I'm also crying at the idea of holding a class for Eridians and teaching them about the important points of Human pregnancy ( Literally they would find it AMAZE that there's a real life example ).
And it's held every week and you keep notes of things that were big like your fundal height, movements, viablity, and even the smaller symptoms like morning sickness, cravings, heartburn, swelling ( there are so many others but let's not list them all lmao ) and they sit there and talk amongst themselves why this symptom happened and stuff.
All this to counter the quieter moments with Ryland when you're alone. Sitting on the beach between his legs, his hands lightly stroking your stomach and you feel them roll in your stomach, "Huh, they must like the sound of the waves."
"Hm. Obviously has nothing to do with me touching you." Ryland murmurs cutely.
You smile softly as he presses a kiss to your temple, "Nah, I think it's the waves."
I keep thinking about a oneshot of just You and Rocky like he finds you in the cupola window on the ship, just staring out into space thinking about home and just sort of mourning your life
He doesn't say anything for a few seconds until you acknowledge him like, "Rocky I know you're there."
And it's just a sweet tender moment between the two of you, and for a moment, Rocky isn't analytical as you just lay your soul bare about things back home you're going to miss, and you're crying and he's just... listening to you. Not observing or taking notes, just. Listening.
It ends with Rocky almost curled in beside you, 'staring' out the window as well as he shares a bit about his life too, maybe he actually opens up to you about how severely losing his crew was for him and the massive load of survivors guilt he has, and you having to explain that it's actually a very valid emotional state after he explains to you that he doesn't understand why it affected him so much and he feels a bit better about it.
and IDK just love the idea of you two bonding outside of Grace bc your relationship with Rocky is just as important adkflask
I feel like Rocky ( and eventually Adrian ) would really like it when you or Ryland read to them. ( A La audiobook inspo lol ).
Like the emotional infliction of your voices are soothing to them, as well as the cadence and it becomes a fixture in your double dates.
The four of you just sitting on the beach in the biodome, Rocky and Adrian curled next to each other, your head on Ryland’s shoulder as he’s reading, almost on the cusp of sleep.
He looks down at all of you, heart swelling. Ryland still can’t believe he found where he belonged.
Rocky is really interested in how you and Ryland show affection like. Kissing. May be disgust, but it's disgust in that way that Rocky can't look away.
And most of the time, you and Ryland actively avoid kissing in front of Rocky ( and other Eridian's once you're on Erid ) but then one day, you happen to and there's no Rocky there watching you. No third party trying to figure out what the heck kissing is and why Humans decided that was a good means to show love.
And while you're sort of relieved it's also really weird? Because you'd spent so long with Rocky watching, observing and such and now? Nothing? You and Ryland just look at each other before laughing because it's so weird.
Imagine like one day you’re just chilling with Rocky and you say something out loud like “wow Grace looks hot” like it just happens one of those word vomit moments and the absolute PANIC Rocky would go into like
“What wrong with Grace internal temperature, question?”
“Grace sick, question?”
“GRACE DYING, QUESTION?”
So you have to explain what you actually meant and Rocky’s all like “Eridian word for that is ♩♩♬.”
You put it into the computer with a smile and a nod and a second later—-
"You die soon, question?!"-Rocky learns about periods.
Ryland Grace x DFAB!reader
Would Rocky absolutely flip his pebbles learning what a period is?
Like, imagine this. You and Grace living in your beachside cottage on Erid, the weather is always perfect, the sound of the waves against the shore calms your every nerve, and you get to live peacefully with the man of your dreams.
However, of course, you are a woman. Which means nature must punish you.
Grace rolls over in your shared bed to hear you grumbling and groaning. The blue-eyed scientist didn't have to ask. Actually, he was scared to. He knew what those groans meant.
If he was honest with himself, he was ashamed to not have thought of this sooner. You had just arrived on Erid, and it wasn't a huge problem on the ship, because there were SOME supplies for this specific situation.
For a limited quantity, anyway.
Grace runs his hand through that mess of blonde sitting atop his head, grabbing his glasses and placing them lazily on the bridge of his nose.
"You okay, babe?" he asks in that absurdly attractive morning grumble of a voice. At the sound of his tone, you turn your head to him. And without you having to say a word, he presses a gentle kiss to your temple and pulls the covers off himself. "Don't worry. I'll figure something out."
You return to your cocoon of quilts, of which now you have abundance thanks to your partner leaving you lonely. However, your body was suffocating itself too much to be bothered. Ryland would be back, eventually.
Grace slips his shoes on, lazily throwing on something more acceptable to be seen in, despite his only potential audience being yourself and a pile of rocks. He steps out the door, breathing in the false wind, before making his way down the stairs to rummage through whatever supplies they may have had left for this particular situation. And, of course, there wasn't a pad or a tampon in sight. Not even a menstrual cup? These assholes could afford to launch a giant ship into space, costing millions, but they couldn't send a piece of silicone for the women on board? Come on.
It is then Ryland hears the clumsy, strides across the sand leading up to his home. He smiles, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Hey Rock," he greets, still slightly groggy.
"What Grace doing, question?" Rocky chirps, practically squeezing his way under Grace as the blonde lay his knees on the ground, rummaging through the supply boxes. "I'm looking for some stuff to help Y/N, bud," Grace states, now wide awake.
"What Grace mate need help with, question?" He inquires, curious. Before he began explaining, Grace realized that when he DID explain this to Rocky, it would not allow any room to protest the whole "leaky, squish-blob" thing he'd been on about. Oh well. Rocky would only keep pestering if Grace never told him what was going on.
"Well, uh... How do I explain this," Grace trails off for a moment. "On Earth, you can be born with this thing called a uterus. And it has this lining around it that kinda makes it like a nest, for an egg. Remember that from when I told you about human reproduction?" Rocky nods.
"Okay good," Grace continues. "Anyway, if the egg isn't fertilized, the 'nest' sheds and it... kind of just falls out, I guess is a good way to put that... all the blood and tissue that was used to make the lining isn't needed, because the egg isn't needed, since it never got fertilized with any sperm."
Rocky pauses for a moment, processing Grace's explanation. From what he had been previously informed, blood and tissue is like, most of what makes up a human. And.. you were LOSING it?
"...NO!" He was devastated. How could this be happening?! You were losing all your matter and Grace didn't even care! "Bad! Bad! Rocky help Y/N now?! Why Grace do nothing?!"
Grace was flabbergasted by the response of his igneous friend. "Wh- well, Rock, uh-" "It's normal for us, babe." Your voice chimes in, from the window above the two boys. You have messy, frazzled hair, and you kind of looked as if you were still fighting sleep.
Ryland Grace had literally been across the universe and had never seen something so beautiful.
You smile, albeit quite pained, and made your way opposite the window to shuffle yourself out the door and bring yourself around the cottage to grab hold of your nerdy man. "It happens all the time, it just has the potential to hurt like a bitch. And this time it does." "Which is why you should be in bed, love..." Ryland says softly, intimately. You cup his cheek with sentiment, kissing it gently. He knew you could handle it, but he didn't want you to have to. All things considered, some things should be easier on Erid. He just hadn't considered this small factor. Well, more like one, almost lifelong factor.
It wasn't the first time, and it would not be the last, but in this moment, Grace considered himself a fool. And in his defense, you hadn't really thought this over either. There were much more pressing matters at stake for a while.
As for you, you were okay with figuring something out a little later. You tug on the taller man's sleeve, signaling you wished to return to bed with him. Once careful glance at your eyes, and he knew that was just what you needed. At the moment, anyway. So, he scoops you up, pecking your jaw sheepishly, carrying you back inside without a care.
"We'll talk later, Rock."
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A/N: obviously this is meant to be sweet and cute and all that but the thought of Rocky being one of those people that’s like “I HATE periods! LEAVE HER ALONE!” (6’5 btw) is hilarious to me.
Reader who started calling Rocky pet names out of habit and, after explaining, Rocky loves it. But then reader and Grace start dating and you call him a pet name and suddenly Rocky is seething with jealousy.
“Rock, honey, be careful,” it slips out when he barrels past in his ball one day.
You’re writing on a white board when he squeezes past, knocking into the leg of the table and causing it to shake, sending some utensils flying. Obviously he’s incredibly sturdy (…rocky…), but he can be kind of reckless sometimes.
“No understand second word.” At least he stops rolling around to ask.
Grace looks up from his work bench, glasses sliding down his nose to where they’re almost falling off, and glances between the two of you. He’s in one of his stupid pun shirts that grip his biceps too tight, and you can’t think about that too much or else your mind will wander.
You realize what you said and that now you have to explain pet names to an alien. “Oh uh…” you look back at Ryland for assistance, but he just throws his hands up in a this-one-is-on-you gesture before returning to his work, slipping his pen between his teeth as he thinks.
You look back to Rocky who is eagerly awaiting your explanation.
“…It’s a pet name. A term of endearment,” you decide to go with, “Like something you call someone you care about.”
He’s quiet for a moment, then, “care about Rocky? Question.”
You’re shocked that it’s a question. You squat down to be semi-level with him, hand finding the top of his ball, “yeah. Of course I do Rocky.”
He extends himself so his carapace bonks the tops of the ball where your hand is. The ball does a great job at insulation, but you can still feel a little more heat seep through when he does.
“Amaze amaze amaze. Rocky cares about humans too, statement.”
You smile, but then remember something else, “Oh! Honey is also a food, though.”
He shrinks back down, you assume because he’s put off by the mention of eating. He takes a single step back, ball rolling a small amount.
“Rocky food? Question.”
You burst out in laughter, Ryland can’t help but join too.
“No! Rocky not food! Honey is sweet, so you call someone honey when their personality is sweet too.”
“Oh, understand. Rocky sweet!” He does his little happy chirps and jazz hands that always make you get a little cuteness aggression.
“…debatable…” you hear Grace murmur from his station, probably because Rocky rolled over his toe this morning.
“No, Rocky sweet, statement. Other human said so, Grace is dumb dumb dumb human, smart smart smart human call Rocky sweet.”
You stand and laugh, happy to gang up on Ryland with Rocky, “yeah, Ry, I’m smart smart smart.”
It’s months later after you and Ryland finally stop pretending that you only love each other as ‘crew mates’ that it gets brought up again.
“Ry, can you pass the p20,” you’re running more experiments on the taumoeba, at this point more out of boredom than anything.
He hands the pipette to you from across the bench. “Thank you, honey.” The word slides out without you even realizing it, but someone in the room definitely takes notice.
Rocky stops his ministrations with his xenonite, dropping it and rapidly tapping on the barrier.
“What. Grace not honey, Rocky is honey! Only Rocky get pet name, statement.”
You look up incredulously, unaware that Rocky felt so strongly about his pet name.
Grace seems fairly shocked at his insistence too, but he’s not one to pass an opportunity to tease Rocky. He tilts his head like he’s thinking before looking over at Rocky, “Well, no bud, I’m pretty sure I’m honey. Maybe when you can pass a pipette…” Ryland teases.
“No no no, Rocky honey, Grace is leaky space blob, other human knows Rocky better.”
You can’t stop your giggle. It feels a little mean because clearly Rocky is actually passionate about this, but his possession is cute.
“Okay! I’m sorry!” You say through the giggles, “It was an accident. Rocky is honey. Ry, you…we’ll workshop it.” You’re not sure if he even likes pet names, let alone which ones.
He pouts across the lab bench to you.
“No workshop. No special name for Grace, only Rocky.”
