I lowk think sleeping in a bed with ryland grace would be a nightmare for him- for the SOLE reason that he is TERRIFIED to wake you. cause he’d feel awful.
If he needs to roll onto his other side, he does it with more concentration and care than any experiment he’s ever done or any paper he’s ever written.
And if you fall asleep while snuggled up to him? while cuddling? Oh babe, it’s over. It’s the same situation as when your pet rests on you and you become too frozen to even think of moving a muscle because you’d rather die than disturb their precious, peaceful little soul. you’re the pet.
No but imagine it's your first time making out with Lars, like you have kissed before but never really more than a peck and you just couldn't stop yourself this time and ended up sucking at his bottom lip. All of a sudden he pushed you off saying he has to go chop wood, and you just sit there dumbfounded before you noticed his raging hard-on. Lars who felt like such a pervert from getting hard from just kissing and had to get rid of it somehow.
Dumping my brain worms here so I can go to bed. I need to sleep. You don’t have to do anything with these.
Driver and Ken dating and then stalking Reader together.
Or just Driver and Ken stalking each other. I think it would warm Drivers heart to see Ken try so poorly to steal his stuff and take photos of Driver without being noticed. Not knowing Driver was trailing him all the time.
-fanfichubcircuit
Driver knowing what to do. He’s stealthy, he’s quiet, he takes his time. He’s clever about it. He savours every moment he watches you without you knowing, memorising it all for later, and relishes in the interactions he manages to force with you.
Ken… isn’t quite as subtle. He doesn’t know when to stop talking, he gives them both away, asks too many questions and gets distracted easily.
Driver backs Ken against a wall and quietly threatens him more times than Ken can count (11) to keep him quiet, and Ken likes that perhaps a bit more than he likes following you in the end.
He also likes watching Driver kiss you. You don’t know he’s there, of course, hiding in the shadows as Driver makes his meticulously planned moves on you, slow and commanding and putting on a real show for Ken, who he knows will be seeing this and salivating for the moment they return home so Driver can silently show him how you kissed back.
Ken’s left breathless and hard and begs Driver to kiss him his way too. He obliges of course, and before long they’re both rutting against each other and moaning your name into one another’s mouths.
Driver might find Ken kind of annoying when they’re tailing you, but he’s sure good for kissing practise, especially with Ken’s thigh pressed right between his…
synopsis ; you're second to none when it comes to flying. you've volunteered to be the hail mary's captain, leading the world's best to hopefully save humanity, then die. so why are you waking up from your coma with a cuff on your hand, and eva stratt by your side?
or: eva grows too attached to the hail mary's captain, and foregoes prison in favour of having you all to herself.
cw ; dove is mildly bloody, probably don't eat it but you can pet it. arm cuff, drugging, dubcon? like yeah you're both in love but she's being a weirdo about it, german eva, general obsessive tendencies, the end ties into the title wow im so smart, will probably have a separate part 2 that i couldn't quite tie into this but REQS FIRST SHIKI
taglist for eva fics ; @coldestmourning @aspenlovescinema @oh-look-my-junkbox
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you feel groggy.
that makes sense. but not groggy enough.
the ship looks nicer than you remember, too.
you're seeing doubles of everything and it's all quite blurry, but it's fine. it'll return to normal in a little bit, you think. where's the nannybot, anyway?
you decide to try to sit up. you use your left hand to test out your movement. opening it, closing it, wiggling individual fingers. huh, okay, that level of control is surprising.
when you try the same with your left, it's pulled back. you try to pull on it again, and look at your hand in confusion when it refuses. there's some sort of clinking sound, you vaguely recognise. your vision starts to merge into one, lines focusing.
it's a metal cuff. one of those handcuffs that police use, you think.
“oh, good.”
is that... stratt?
you move your head over to look. there she is, sitting down next to a table, and setting down her book and coffee on it. she stands up, walking over to you.
you squint your eyes and try to blink a few times to correct whatever your brain thinks you're seeing. it's still stratt. that's concerning.
“sit up.” she tells you casually.
you look back at your hand and figure, fine, maybe something happened and... yeah, there's no real explanation for this. okay, sitting up should still work. you use your right hand as support, and slowly make your way up. you feel a bit woozy, but you can handle it.
you think the room is still spinning. or maybe it's just you.
stratt makes you lean into her stomach, holding you by the shoulders. she mutters, like a scientist figurine out an experiment. “hmm.. okay, better than expected.”
she puts a hand under your chin, tilting your head upwards to look at it. the sudden action makes you a bit dizzy, honestly. you slowly breathe in and out to let it pass. she seems happy, for some reason. if memory serves you right, her being in the same room as you means that she either boarded the hail mary, or that you didn't.
you're really hoping it's the first option, despite it being the unlogical one; stratt never showed signs of suicidality, and she definitely wasn't needed on the mary. you squint at her again. she seems just a little amused, if you're reading her right.
“speak.”
you open your mouth, but nothing comes out. it takes you a few long seconds to manually figure out words again. all you can eventually manage is a hoarse “what?”.
she leans down and gives you a kiss on the forehead. huh? “very good. i'll go ahead and order our food. just rest up, honey.”
no, what the fuck is happening? ‘honey’? she kissed you?
you're starting to really panic. “w—what's,” you begin. you have to breathe deeply to keep the energy to speak. “what's going on, stratt?”
she takes your right hand, and brings it up to her lips. she presses a gentle kiss to it. “don't worry. everything's okay.”
that's not an answer. well, definitely not one you want to hear. you try to pull away from her, pushing yourself closer towards the wall. “no, what's going on? i'm supposed to—” you inhale again. “be on the hail mary. not with you.”
she just looks at you like you're some scared animal. you don't like how calm she is. “as i said, don't worry about it. captain yáo will do a great job, i assure you.”
yáo?
that can't be right. he's the secondary captain, who'd only be on the mary if you were suddenly unable to. you're fine, you're sure of it, so why in god's name is he going?
she slowly makes her way closer to you, letting a leg rest on the rather large bed while moving to be on top of you and acting like this is all normal and fine. she brings a hand to your hair and honestly pets you like a cat. she shakes her head disapprovingly, despite. “calm down, darling. you're fine.”
you desperately want to pull away again, but you're not sure she'll take it well. is she having delusions, right now? she thinks you're in a romantic relationship with each other. that's incredibly concerning. and she made a nuclear wasteland out of Antarctica while still in her right mind.
so you sit there and let her treat you like a pet. it's annoying, but definitely not your biggest issue. she seems satisfied at a certain point, stopping, and moves to sit in front of you. she takes out a walkie-talkie. “stratt to kitchen, you can start preparing my order now.”
you hear a short “copy!” before she puts it back into her pocket. so, the situation is... very really bad.
you're not on the hail mary. yáo is, despite you being the primary crew. stratt is delusional, but still has the power to command people. so the mary hasn't launched yet, then? can you convince her that she's being insane, and that you need to be on that ship?
“stratt.”
she nods at you, raising her eyebrows. “i... it's my duty to go on the mary. i'm perfectly fine, like you said, so mr. yáo shouldn't go.”
she shrugs. “he's already on his way to tau ceti. it was your duty, but it's not, anymore. you can just relax, now. with me.”
she brings her hand up to you again, but you catch it, sighing. “stratt, what the fuck is going on with you? you're risking the success of the mission. for what? your crush on me? you're behaving...” you stop to think for a second about your words, biting out the last one while you tighten your grip on her hand. “irrationally.”
your thumb is digging into her wrist, fingers wrapped around her arm tightly. please realize what you're doing, stratt.
she lets her fingers drop to touch your own arm, softly trying to soothe you. she leans her head down again, now kissing you on the lips. your head is already leaning against the wall, so there's not anywhere to escape to. she ignores your little sounds of protest, and holds your face with her free hand.
“don't i deserve this?”
the question catches you off-guard. “...huh?”
she continues, her face a bit too close to yours for comfort. she sounds... vulnerable? but a bit frightening, too.
“i've done everything i possibly can for the world. don't you think i deserve this much, sweetheart? after all of it?”
okay. she's still deep in her delusions, you confirm. before this, stratt wouldn't have even thought of it like that. she accepted the position of director, despite knowing the consequences that would follow. you admired her, for that complete willingness to do anything to save humanity.
you give it a final chance. “it doesn't matter. it doesn't matter whether or not you deserve this, stratt, it's not right.”
she responds quickly, nodding. “that's okay. i don't need to be in the right.” she gives you another kiss, wiggling her trapped hand out of your loosened grip. it doesn't take long. you think you're going to give up on this... whatever this is. this attempt at convincing stratt she's being fucking insane.
you let your hand just fall onto the bed. you could overpower her. you could, but you don't know if she still has armies at her beck and call. you're strong, yes, but nowhere near the level of a trained soldier — let alone a hundred of them. even her bodyguards could probably force you back on their own.
she sighs contently, laying her hand on yours and intertwining your fingers, tracing over the edges of your hand with her thumb. “and anyway, call me eva, won't you? it suits your voice much better.”
when she's leaning almost all of her weight on you, she gently kisses your cheek and whispers, “i really do love you. more than anyone, or anything.” she pauses, looking downward, before tilting her head back up to gaze at you reverently. str—eva is speaking slowly, voice soft and sweet. “ich liebe dich so, so, so sehr, mein schatz.”
she lets herself fall onto you, head coming to rest on your shoulder. her arms wrap around your waist, just a little too tightly for comfort. you think she takes a deep breath through her nose, and tightens her grip on you just a little when she finds the familiar scent of you.
you hate the part of yourself that actually feels bad for her.
she looks utterly exhausted when she glances up at you. dark circles under here eyes that have worsened since you last saw her, and the absence of any of the walls she usually puts up make it easy to see just how tired she is. you deeply want to comfort her, but you can't bring yourself to.
she's breathing you in, slowly, and you can't tell if she's trying to fall asleep on you or stay awake until the food gets here. eva's hair is covering all of her face, or the parts of her that she isn't burrowing into you, at least. it's always been easy to tell with her, but you don't trust your judgement now.
still...
you slowly lift up your hand behind her. you think you feel the flutter of her eyelashes on your shoulder, but she makes no move to force your hand back down. she trusts you, you know, despite her previous vigilance.
there's two knocks on the door.
you nearly slam your hand onto the bed again, just realizing it was creeping towards the back of eva's head. she exhales, giving you a quick peck on the lips before lifting herself off of you and opening the door. three men, all dressed in kitchen uniforms, stand with outside. she nods, steps out of the way, and lets them set the food down onto a table.
they avoid your eyes like their lives depend on it.
once they're stepping away, you recognize some of the dishes they'd brought in. the scent hits your nose gently, like a butterfly landing on a flower. in the center is something you used to beg your parents for, and on stressful or stormy days, they indulged you. you remember sitting at the table and watching the steam rise, waiting impatiently for your mother to fill up your plate.
eva brings the plate to you and sets it down on the bed. she takes a spoon full of food and brings it up to your mouth, which you raise your eyebrows at. “eat up. you're tired, right?”
she smiles when you eat from her spoon. is this a power trip, to her? or does she think this is romantic? you can't quite tell. maybe it's both. you don't think it matters, with food this good, and the gentle hand holding your hair out of the way.
you get done with the dish eventually. she pats your head and, just for good measure, in case you'd forgotten, adds, “i love you.”
was supposed to be a lil drabble but it turned long accidentally so no usual decorations lol
“it's okay, dr. grace, you can handle it.”
your tone is so sweet that it hurts. grace is trying, he swears, but rocky won't let him take a break! you're both just being so mean right now, hasn't he given rocky enough evidence for his study on human arousal by now? he can just look up the rest on the computer later. he feels one of his hands being intertwined with yours, and as much as he'd like to appreciate it, he just can't focus right now. he thinks he's letting out pathetic whines into your lap, laying on his side while rocky continues to "study" him. god, this is torture.
you just smile down at him, continuing to run your gloved fingers through his hair softly while he squirms and writhes under rocky's xenonite touch. his free hand is somewhere in the sheets, he thinks, and he grabs them tightly like a lifeline. rocky stops suddenly. he taps grace's leg twice and lowers himself slightly, displeased. he grunts in a low tone.
“friend grace moving so much, rocky can not hear body reactions! bad bad. other friend can help, question?” he comes up higher again, tilting his carapace at you. you nod happily.
“of course! one second, hun.” you tap grace on the shoulders. he opens his eyes shakily, blinks to get rid of the tears. you wipe them off for him, “c'mon, dr. grace, let's have you sitting up, okay?”
he swallows, breathes, and makes an effort to use his elbows to slowly get up. you help him out as much as you can, pushing against his back to get him higher, and rocky holds down his legs to stabilise him. eventually, he's sitting up and leaning against you, hand tangled in the sheets again. “s-sorry, bud,” he breathes out. rocky chirps.
“rocky forgives friend grace.”
“how sweet,” you muse. you gather grace's hands in your own and put them behind his back. he has to use you to hold himself up a bit more, but you don't mind. you hold them there, tightly, wrapping a free arm around grace's waist. “hey, rocky, can i participate too?”
rocky almost topples over grace when he rushes towards you. “yes yes! all friends participate! all make grace happy! how, question?”
you hum in consideration. you don't want to interrupt the two of them, but you'd definitely like to do just a little more. “how about i use his neck? you see, it's also a sensitive area for humans. i can kiss, lick, and bite it. that sounds fun, right?”
rocky sings in a higher tone, shifting around. “good good good! rocky agree! rocky want to hear all areas of grace body!” he lowers himself back to grace, holding his thighs in two arms to keep them separate and still. huh, all it takes is this to make him think kissing isn't disgusting?
grace sputters, “i-isn't there someone you're forgetting t— mmph!!” he forces his mouth shut again when rocky wraps his hand around grace's dick again. you tut at him and raise your arm from his waist to his shoulder, two fingers landing on his lower lip while you start trailing your way up to his ear with kisses. rocky starts to use his vibrations again to make grace bite down on his lips harsher.
“now now, dr. grace. it's unkind to hide yourself when someone is trying to study you. just focus on me, okay?” he whimpers, but opens his mouth enough that you can push your fingers inside swiftly. the gloves make them a bit rough, but he knows you'll be gentle with him. he licks at them, coating them in saliva. his mouth is being forced open, so he's much more vocal now. good. you give his neck a soft bite as a reward, then drag your tongue over the spot slowly to soothe his little cry.
he can't help but let out all of his cute and desperate whines now. every hitch of his breath makes him all the more embarrassed, so he shuts his eyes tight and just does his best to suck on your fingers. rocky chirps again, “very good! grace so good for friends now, rocky very proud and happy.”
you think grace tries to lift his hips, but the hold rocky has on him makes that impossible. so he's getting close again. you take the chance to tease him just a bit more, nipping at whatever spots on his neck you can find. “yes, dr. grace is being so very good. what a good boy, hm? always so eager to help you, rocky. how kind of him. and so obedient, too, even when it's so hard.”
he's red enough to pass for one of the baby tomatoes in the ship's green room now. he whines against your fingers and tries to shake his head to get you to stop, but you just giggle at him.
“it's okay, honey.” you nod, and kiss his cheek. “aww, you're just so cute. i just want to keep you here forever. wouldn't that be nice? an eternity in me and rocky's arms? you can just be good and cute, you wouldn't have to worry about a thing.”
rocky seems particularly thrilled by the idea, seemingly turning his vibrations up. “good good good idea! will take care of grace forever, make happy forever, grace should consider!”
his dick releases a burst of white liquid with a loud moan. rocky jumps a bit, but quickly gets close again to watch it. grace tries to squirm away when he realises, but you're both keeping him in place.
he finally lets himself fall against you while you soothingly rub his skin, cooing words of praise at him. maybe... maybe a bit more of this would be nice. just one round though, he tries to convince himself. the glint in your eyes assures him it's much more than just that.
Imagine being Ryland’s optician. The amount of abuse his glasses take blows your mind. Every time he comes in, the frames are bent, the lenses are scratched, and you wonder how he hasn't walked into a wall. Maybe he has. It is a miracle he isn't completely blind, but it is always the most entertaining appointment of your week.
He sits in the exam chair, staring blankly ahead. “Alright, Ryland. Read the top line for me” you instruct, pointing towards the screen.
He cannot see a single letter on the screen. But instead of just admitting his eyesight sucks, he leans forward, his eyes squinting in efforts to see clearly.
“Um...K? Is it a K?” he mutters.
“Ryland, that’s a C” you deadpan.
“Oh, like the grade? I get a C on my eye exam? That’s a passing grade, so I’ll take it” he says with an awkward, but adorable chuckle.
You scoff playfully, “No, Ryland. It’s the alphabet. For your actual eye exam grade, you’re getting an F”
“That’s unfair” he protests, “The lighting in here is reflecting on the screen. It’s not a me problem. Plus, the-”
“There is no reflection on the screen” you interrupt, stepping closer, in front of his face “Your vision is just terrible. Stop making excuses”
“Not making excuses” he mumbles, though he gives you a sheepish smile.
You step into his personal space to swap out the testing lenses. You get a perfect view of his gorgeous blue eyes. You try to focus on the dials, but your fingers accidentally brush against the soft hair resting on his forehead.
Ryland freezes. His rambling comes to a halt. He gets distracted by the light touch, he looks up at you through the lenses. You click the final lens into place. You step back, clearing your throat to break the sudden tension.
“Okay” you say, your voice a little softer than intended “can you see now?”
But Ryland isn’t looking at the screen. His head is very obviously turned in your direction, his eyes focused on your face.
“Yes, I can” he says softly.
Your heart races, and you quickly gesture toward the screen, trying to play it cool, “The letters, Ryland. Look at the letters”
He blinks, realisation hitting him, making him flush a little, “R-right. Letters. Of course”
Anyway, once you start dating him and witness firsthand the way his glasses dangle off his ears, or how they constantly slide down his nose causing him to look over the frames more than actually looking through them, you realise why his prescription keeps getting stronger.
A blurb in which Grace and Rocky fall into the innate masculine desire of digging a gigantic hole in the sand while you and Adrian watch.
“Is digging large hole in ground part of human mating ritual?” Adrian asks as you both sit on the artificial beach watching Grace and Rocky hard at work on said giant hole in the sand. You think about that question for a bit before answering “I don’t know.”.
Adrian turns towards you, “So what is the purpose of Grace informing (name) on progress of hole if it is not some sort of display of worth?” they ask. “Your guess is as good as mine.” you shrug, “It’s just an innate desire that all human men have in them for some reason.” you remark as you watch said man and his rock companion continue with their meaningless task.
“Is digging a hole a mating thing on Erid?” you ask.
“Creating gifts and simulated nest making to show that eridian can provide for mate, yes. Creating large hole in ground, no.” Adrian answers as they turn back to look at Rocky coming up from the hole and using his two front legs to dig and his back leg to push the sand out of the way at the new spot. “Do not know why Rocky is doing this and also updating Adrian on progress.” they claim.
As if on cue, Grace looks up to both of you a little ways away and calls out “We’re making it wider!” with a big smile on his face. “Cool!” you call back in approval and watch them go back to their labor.
“Men are such fascinating creatures. You can spend years with them and never know what’s going on inside their brains and why they do half the things they do.” you remark, focusing on the way his muscles move and flex as he does his work. You stare for a while, admiring the show for a while only to hear Adrian letting out a long rumbling hum. A sound that you have learned is the hum of an Eridian basically checking someone out.
“Grace and Rocky look good digging hole.” their translator relays.
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