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Welcome to the page! I’m Maezi but you can also call me Mae

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I currently write for these characters:

RyGos:

Ryland Grace

Lars Lindstrom

Dean Pereira

Sierra Six/Court Gentry

Sebastian Wilder

Holland March

maybe more. just ask!

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Please keep in mind that requests may take time to be fulfilled. I will write for any theme. ex. angst, smut, etc. I will also take anons

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Saviors of the Universe - Ryland Grace x afab!reader - Fourth of July Special

summary: ryland, rocky, and you celebrate saving the world by having a party on the Hail Mary.

theme: fluff

notes: pet names, some suggestive themes, kissing, use of alcohol, no use of y/n.

a/n I know this is short but please enjoy 😭🙏

The three of you sit in the projector room, fireworks taking up the screens. Rocky lets out chimes of excitement as the fireworks blow up in the dark sky on the screen, amazed by their beauty. However, Ryland notices something even more beautiful than the fake fireworks.

Ryland notices you. Dressed in a white NASA jumpsuit with your name and flag on it, matching his. Your flowing hair resting on your shoulders and your eyes reflecting the fireworks. He notices your smile, how your face wrinkles with joy.

Ryland smiles at the sight of you, pure adoration resting in his blue eyes as he looks at your sitting form. He leans over to whisper to you, even though Rocky can still hear him. “You look gorgeous, sweetheart,” he whispers to you. You giggle at his compliment, covering your mouth.

You compliment him back, stating how his “Savior of the Universe” hat makes him look adorable. His dirty blonde hair ruffled from where it sits atop his head, his blue eyes glistening from the screens around you both.

Ryland’s face turns a soft shade of pink, smiling as you look up at him. You rest your head on his shoulder, taking in his scent of fresh soap and latex. Ryland snakes an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his embrace.

Rocky watches, entertained by the sight of you two. “Is Grace and mate having mating session, question?” he bluntly asks. Both of your faces slightly flush a dark shade of pink. “N-no pal. Just…enjoying each other’s company,” Ryland clarifies.

You laugh at the exchanged words, burying your face into Ryland’s chest. He puts a hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he holds you. He kisses the top of your head smiling.

Pulling back, you straighten your boyfriend’s paper hat before kissing the tip of his nose. He’s smiling and blushing like a school boy, but he’s not the least bit ashamed.

After telling Rocky you needed a moment, Ryland leads you to the storage room before rummaging through some compartments. He pulls out a plastic bag labeled “VODKA.” He turns to you with the bag in his hand, small smirk on his gorgeous face.

“I’ve been saving this for a special occasion. I drank the other three while you were still in a coma…but I saved this one because I thought it’d come in use one day,” he says sheepishly. You smile as the two of you walk back into the projector room.

Ryland unclasps the plastic clamp on the straw before taking a sip. He hands you the straw, still holding the bag. You take a sip through the straw before pulling away, cringing and coughing. It’s been a while since you’ve had alcohol.

Ryland places a hand on your back, steadying you as you cough. “Too strong, baby?” he asks. Eyes watering, you look up at him and nod.

After your coughing subsided, Ryland reaches for your chin, forcing you to look up at him. He admires you for a moment, smiling at the pretty features that scatter across your face before kissing you deeply.

You hold back a whine as he presses his lips to yours, tongues swirling around each other. His hand rests on your neck, yours wrapped in his blonde hair. You both pull back, slightly panting as you smile at one another.

Time passes by as the three of you talk and watch the fireworks plastered across the projector screens, celebrating saving two planets in the wide and vast universe.

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So this happened when I was on Duolingo…

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A bottomx bottom fanfic with Lars and Reader would be so hot. They both want each other so bad that when they are in the moment, they realize they didn't think it through at all, and it turns out they both want to be on the bottom. So they're both a whirlwind of complaints, gasps, moans, aimless rubbing, and tangled limbs searching for a position every five minutes that will satisfy them both. Two whiners in the same room figuring out what they both want for the first time, and in the end, they both look like two drooling dogs rubbing against each other. #NEEDTHAT

ooo yes

theme: fluff, smut

notes: mdni, pinv, kissing, swearing, grinding, unprotected sex, face riding, kinda ooc, changing povs, not proofread

Nights Like These - sub!Lars x sub!reader

My back hits the wall of the garage as Lars presses his lips to mine. I slide my tongue past his lips and swirl it into his mouth. Whimpers and whines spill out of the two of us as we grind against each other. The tent in his jeans rubs against my clothed core beneath my black leather skirt, a wet patch forming on my panties.

Lars guides me to his small bed in the corner, allowing me to sit on the edge as he makes his way on top of me, forcing me to lay down from his weight. I moan into his mouth as he continues to grind into my core. He whimpers into my mouth, face contorting with pleasure.

He lifts my skirt before hooking his fingers under my now soaked panties before pulling them off down my legs. He whines at the sight of my bare pussy beneath him.

Lars stops in his tracks. What if he was on the bottom? “Lars, honey? Are you ok?” I ask, concern making its way onto my face. His face turns a shade of pink as he looks away for a moment, mustering up the courage to tell me his thoughts. “Um…could I…maybe…” he stumbles over his words before finally spitting it out. “Could I be on the bottom?” he asks.

My eyes look into his blue ones, surprised by the request. I’d always liked being on the bottom, getting to feel the pleasurable feeling of being worshiped. “I suppose it would’t hurt to try,” I finally say. Lars smiles down at me, his dark mustache rising along with the smile.

I let him lay beside me as I take my shirt off, tossing it to the floor before making my way on top of him. I straddle him before pressing my lips back into Lars’. I reach for his belt, still kissing him, before unbuckling it. I unbutton and unzip his jeans before sliding them down to his thighs. Lars sits up for a moment to shimmy them the rest of the way down, discarding them into the floor where my forgotten shirt lays.

I take my leather skirt off, tossing it to the floor, my bare pussy on display for Lars to see. He whines at the sight above him, face turning a shade of light pink. As he unhooks my bra, struggling a for a moment, I pull his boxers off before tossing them to the floor with all of the other clothes. He does the same with my pink bra.

Lars traces his hand along my thigh before circling my clit. I can’t help but gasp at the contact and the way he looks up into my eyes. I shut my eyes, grinding into his hand as soft moans spill from my lips. Lars pulls his hand away and I whine from the loss of pleasure. “You could um…sit on me…” he says shyly, trying to hide his face. Confused I ask “What do you mean, baby?”

He thinks for a moment before replying “On my face,” he finally says. My eyes go wide at his courage and the thought of riding his face. “A-are you sure that’s what you want?” I ask. He only nods before scooting lower onto the bed so that I don’t fall off. His calves hang off the end of the bed as I make my way up to his face.

“Tap my thigh if you want me to stop,” I say before settling onto his face. Immediately, his tongue swirls around my clit, sucking and lapping at the juices dripping from me. I gasp and hold his hair. He snakes his hands up around my waist, my other hand resting on his left. He plunges his tongue inside my cunt, swirling inside and drinking up the sweet juices.

My grip on his hair tightens as I get closer and closer to my climax. “God, Lars! Gonna cum!” He groans into my cunt, lapping and sucking even more before my orgasm finally washes over me. I moan and whine, grinding on his tongue as I ride out the aftershocks.

After catching my breath, I move back down to his waist. His face is a shade of pink and glistening with my release. I smile down at him and kiss his lips, tasting myself on him. “I want to be on the bottom now,” I pant. Lars whines at my request, contemplating what to say. “I want to stay on the bottom, love,” he whines.

I frown at his response. “Please, Lars?” I ask with my best puppy eyes. He still resists, shaking his head up at me. I groan into frustration, giving into his want. “Fine but the next one I’m on the bottom,” I plainly say. Lars shoots me a smile I can’t resist smiling back at.

I grind my aching and soaked pussy onto his throbbing cock, whimpering at the pleasure. My thighs burn from straddling him for so long. Lars lays beneath me, whimpering and whining at the pleasure I provide him. Frustrated, I finally can’t take it anymore. “Lars, I need to be on the bottom. My thighs are burning,” I say. Lars still complains.

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Neither of you can seem to find a position that satisfies you both. Cowgirl, missionary, you name it. Eventually, you both find that laying beside each other while facing one another works best.

Lars buries his face into the crook of your neck, whining and moaning. You grip onto his hair, panting and moaning as he thrusts into your soaked cunt. “M’ gonna cum, bug…” Lars whimpers into your neck. His thrusts turn sloppy as he chases his release.

His hand reaches between you two, rubbing circles on your clit, inching you closer to your own release. “Fuck, Lars!” you cry out as you reach your climax, Lars following soon after, his hot cum flooding your insides.

The two of you pant, faces flushed and slightly drooling, coming back down from the aftershocks. Lars kisses your temple before pulling out, your mixed juices spilling out of you.

Lars breathes for a moment before getting up to put his boxers on. He heads into the small kitchen to grab a rag. He runs it under some water before returning to you. “Spread your legs for me, hon,” he tells you. You oblige before he gently clean up the mixed cum from your between your legs.

After he finishes cleaning you up, Lars helps you into some pajamas before laying down back by your side. He clings to you, burying his face in your neck again before whispering a small “I love you,” before you both drift off into slumber.

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this was the winner for this poll

theme: fluff

notes: marriage between character and reader, post mission, phm spoilers, kissing, pet names, use of y/n

part one

Till’ Death Do Us Part - Ryland Grace x afab!reader

The Eridians chime the melody of “Here Comes the Bride” as I walk across the pebbly beach towards my soon-to-be-husband again. The waves crash against the shore with each step I take, heels digging into the pebbles beneath me.

Ryland Grace…the man that I had married on Earth before being sent out into space with him, our entire species counting on us to save the world. He was handsome and charming, his teacher demeanor adding to his never ending charm. He never swore or raised his voice, always giving the impression of a gentleman.

Ryland stands in front of Rocky, his Eridian friend, as he waits for me to make it over to him. His face is a light shade of pink behind his glasses, smile never leaving his face. He stands tall, hands clasped together at his waist. He’s in a black suit the Eridians made for him, a pink flower in his shirt pocket. He’s still wearing his white converse. They’ve seen better days, but it adds to his never ending beauty.

So now, making my way in a white dress and heels, I find my way to his side, standing before him, bouquet in hand. It’s an assortment of pink and white roses. Who knew Eridians had flowers so beautiful?

Ryland smiles from across me, unable to contain his adoration and excitement. Rocky shifts between us, as if looking at both of us before asking the life changing question.

“Grace, please repeat after me,” Rocky speaks in Eridian. Ryland repeats his words. “I, Dr. Ryland Grace, take thee, (Y/F/N), to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish, till death do us part.”

You could cry as the familiar words spill from his lips. Tears prick at the sides of your eyes as you repeat the vows, never taking your eyes off of Ryland. “You may kiss the bride,” Rocky finally says. Ryland takes your hands in his before kissing you, tears falling down both your faces. The Eridians chirp with excitement as the action takes place.

Ryland holds out his arm for you. As you take it, you walk down the beach to the group of Eridians before throwing your bouquet of roses, a young Eridian catching it in disbelief.

After the wedding, Ryland carries you bridal style to your shared, Eridian home. He settles you down on your shared bed before climbing on top of you, peppering your face with kisses. You cup his face in your hands, admiring his beauty. He moves to kiss your neck, making you giggle.

“I’m so glad I married you…” he whispers, still kissing you all over. You stroke his hair, looking into his big, blue eyes before catching his lips with yours, smiling into the kiss. “Me too, baby,” you say as he kisses your neck again.

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hope you enjoyed!

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Lars NSFW Alphabet

this was the second winner for this poll

i’m sorry that this one came out before the first winner 😭🙏 i’m just still working on it and did this one at the same time

notes: mdni, not proofread, pinv, oral, unprotected sex, afab!reader, fingering, pet names, temperature play, post bianca

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Lars is so sweet when it comes to aftercare

He’ll be really tired, laying his head on your chest, catching his breath as you play with his hair. He’ll mumble sweet nothings to you, “Mmm…love you, bug,” before getting up so he can clean you two up.

He’s really gentle when it comes to aftercare and ever so softly drags a wet rag through your folds, cleaning up all the cum he spilled inside you.

After he’s done cleaning you up he’ll fetch you a glass of water for you to share before cuddling up next to you, softly snoring.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Lars loves your hands. He loves that they don’t burn when you trace along his back or chest. He loves to interlock pinkies when you go on walks to the lake. Lars just can’t get enough of feeling your hands, always finding ways to hold your hand. “It’s cold out here, lovebug,” he’ll say before taking your hand in his, taking his gloves off just so he can feel your skin against his.

It can be sexual too though. He loves it when you play with his hair as he drinks from your cunt, whimpering into it as you tighten your grip when you’re close.

Lars also likes to hold your hand in his when he’s fucking you. He just loves the feeling of your hand in his because it makes him feel safe and loved.

His favorite body part of his is probably his own hands too because he’s amazed by how good he can make you feel with just his fingers. “Does that feel good, love?” he’d ask cluelessly as he curls his fingers just right making your eyes roll back with a moan.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Lars is a romantic so he doesn’t like to get messy most of the time.

He just loves it when he’s able to make you cum, unbelieving that he’s capable of it. Lars will make you cum so many times just so he can see how good you feel. “So pretty when you cum, bug,” he’ll whisper as he whimpers and blushes at the sight of you coming undone beneath him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Even though Lars isn’t big on kinks, he has a little thing for temperature play. Living in Wisconsin has him used to the cold, but for you it seems different. He was lining himself up with your entrance until you gasped as he placed his cold hands on your hips. He quickly stopped, looking into your eyes with concern. After you tell him you’re alright and his hands were just cold, he nods before continuing.

After a few weeks, Lars gets curious. He’s talked himself out of it several times but decided to go for it. The two of you came inside after spending time at the treehouse. As you take your clothes off to change, he stops you before you put your pajamas on. “Wait- I-…I want ‘t try something…” he says, face reddened with embarrassment. After you agree, he lays you down on his bed before running his still cold fingers through your slick. You gasp loudly, chest rising with shock and pleasure. He asks if it feels ok before plunging his thick fingers inside you. You let out a gasp, followed by a sharp moan. The cold feels so good inside your warm, wet cunt.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Lars is very inexperienced, but you can’t deny that it’s kind of cute. The way his cheeks redden as he slips inside of you, whimpering and letting out quiet moans as he watches your face contort in pure bliss as you moan his name.

He’s always asking if you’re ok and if he’s doing it right, even though your moans give it away. “‘S that good, hon?”

You’re likely the first relationship he’s had that involved sexual activities. He loves that he gets to experience it all with you and that he gets to learn new things.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

Again, Lars is a romantic so missionary is his go to position. He loves being able to see your pretty face. Lars wants nothing but to see you the whole time because you’re so special to him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Lars is funny in a cute way. He doesn’t do it on purpose though.

The blush that creeps up his neck onto his face, his sweet whimpers and moans. As he slips inside of you, he gasps before softly moaning from how wet and tight you are around him.

He’s generally serious most of the time. Once you’ve both finished, he’ll give you that sweet, goofy smile.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Lars is a natural boy. His light-brown hairs tickle your clit as he thrusts in and out of your pussy, slowly and desperately. He doesn’t mind if you’re natural or shaved, as long as you like it.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Lars is a romantic at heart.

For a date night, he’d make you dinner with some of Karin’s recipes, setting the table with candles and silverware. He’d buy you some of your favorite flowers and place them in a vase in the center of the table. He can’t help but smile while dinner, admiring your features in the candlelight. “You look really pretty tonight,” he’d say with that goofy smile on his face.

After dinner, he’d carry you bridal style to his bed, placing you down ever so gently before climbing on top of you, kissing everywhere your skin’s exposed to him. He’ll help you out of your clothes before discarding his own, trailing kisses down your stomach. He’d be so soft and gentle, small moans and whimpers pouring out of him.

After you’ve both finished, he’ll clean you up and help you into your pajamas before putting on a movie to fall asleep to.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Whenever you’re hanging out with Karin or Margo, Lars can’t help himself. He misses you and can’t help but think about your beautiful body. He’ll let out small whimpers and whines, wishing his hand was yours as he reaches his peak to the thought of you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He loves it when you’re the one in control, taking care of him.

Lars loves to watch from below you, seeing your tits bounce and your head tilt back in pleasure. He places his hands on your hips, holding you steady. He’s a whimpering mess, barely able to form words. Sometimes if it’s been a few days since your last session, he’ll cry from how good it feels. “Mmph, feels t’ good bug…”

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Lars loves to buy you cute little outfits. When he sees you wearing them, he blushes with embarrassment and joy.

Once you two get home from work, he’s taking that pretty little outfit off you and telling you how pretty you are as he slides into you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Lars never wants to hurt you or see you in pain. If he accidentally grips your hips too hard and you wince, he’ll completely stop and ask if you’re ok, pulling out before softly rubbing your sides. He’ll start to cry sometimes, but you assure him you’re ok as he kisses your forehead.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Lars doesn’t even realize how good he is with oral. He’ll settle himself between your legs after you’ve had a rough day. He’ll lap at your juices and swirl his tongue around your clit, sucking on the bud. He whines into your cunt as your hands find their way into his hair.

Lars doesn’t like you giving him head. The sounds of you gagging and struggling on his length make him upset. He can’t get through it without tears streaming down his face, upset that you’re not getting anything pleasurable out of it.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh Lars is definitely slow paced. He likes to take his time with you, kissing you slow and down your body. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so he goes pretty slow. He squeezes your hand with each slow thrust, breathing heavy and whimpering above you.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t like quickies at all. He likes to worship you and take his time to show his love. If you ask him for one he’ll get nervous, but if it makes you happy he’ll oblige.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Lars likes to experiment with different motions and angles, but he’s not all about experimenting with kinks. If there’s a specific one you want to try that doesn’t sound like it hurts you in any way, he’ll try it for you.

He doesn’t like to take risks, his anxiety and nerves getting the best of him. The biggest risk he’ll take is fucking you in the pink room, but only when Karin and Gus have gone to bed. You both have to tell each other to stay quiet when he starts to move. “Shh, honey. Can’t let them hear us…”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Lars gets really tired. Along with chopping wood, sex is one of the few physical activities he does. After cumming inside you, he’ll lay on top of you, breathing heavy. He’ll clean you up and put a pair of boxers on before climbing back into bed with you, making sure you’re ok before burying his face into you.

Lars doesn’t last very long, especially with all the little sounds spilling from your lips. He’ll try to wait until you cum, but sometimes he can’t help it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Generally doesn’t own toys or use them. He’s always done it naturally, using his hands and his mouth on you. If you ask to use toys he’ll get embarrassed at the thought and hide his reddened face in your neck.

If you do end up buying a toy, he’ll cum so fast from the overstimulation, burying his face into you as he whines from the pleasure of the vibrator on your clit, sending waves of vibrations through you and him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Lars doesn’t like to tease much, but he’ll trail kisses down your body before making it to your heat, warm breath fanning over your soaked folds. His face goes red when you gasp as he places kisses along your thighs.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Lars is loud but tries to hide it. He whimpers and whines into your neck as he thrusts in and out of you. If he’s really pent up and needy, he’ll cry after his release.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Whenever Lars comes in from chopping wood, sweaty and breathing heavy, he’ll go to take a shower. The first time you showered with him he was so embarrassed, but he learned to love it with how gentle your hands scrub shampoo into hair.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

Lars didn’t even know he was big until he got with you. When he showed you the first time, all you could do was stare, making him blush with embarrassment. After telling him his size isn’t a problem, he calms down after that. The stretch was definitely uncomfortable, but Lars lets you squeeze his hand to distract you. “It’s ok, love. ‘M here.”

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Lars likes to do more than just sex. He loves to have movies nights with you where you cuddle up to each other. He’ll make you your favorite snacks and feed them to you as you lay on his chest.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex is something that takes a lot of energy out of Lars. After you both come back down from your highs, he’ll pass out, softly snoring next to you.

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Pilot detected 😏

oh my god if the pilots are fucking... who's flying mary 😧

Closer by NIN was a big inspo for this one and was on repeat a majority of the time wheheheohohoh🫪🫪🫪

No close ups since it'll get flagged hhehehehe you'll have to click on it to see it better

@larsandthewritergirl you can stop chewing on those nuts and bolts now 😅🫶🏽

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Oh sweet Lars who deserves the world 😌

Requested by the lovely @ken-dom 🫶🏽 This also goes out to the biggest Lars lover I know @larsandthewritergirl hehe

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Do you ever wonder if there's something you were meant to do in life, and you feel as though you're just waiting for that to happen? (Please don't attack me for asking this-)

I don’t bite much :p Anyways, I feel like life is something that I just need to get through at my own pace. I feel like I was just meant to live out my life the way God intended me to.

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need ideas for writing so here’s some options:

what should i write?

ryland x reader living on erid (fluff)

dean pereira nsfw alphabet

lars nsfw alphabet

sebastian wilder nsfw alphabet

sierra six nsfw alphabet

dean pereira taking you to the future room (nsfw)

lars taking you to the treehouse (fluff)

sebastion taking you to a jazz bar

Voting ended onJun 28

I’ll most likely do the top 3 answers

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New playlist! Songs from Ryan Gosling movies!

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Ryland Grace NSFW Alphabet

notes: Please mdni. oral sex, pinv, kissing, mentions of sending explicit material, masturbation, semi-public sex, pet names, no use of y/n

Please keep in mind that sending explicit material can result in consequences and is not recommended

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Sometimes you swear the aftercare is better than the sex.

He’ll rub soothing circles on your hips where he left marks as he catches his breath, laying on top of you.

He’ll ask if you want him to run you a bath. He’s always willing to. If you say no, he’ll grab a rag from the bathroom to clean you up gently.

He’d ask if you’re ok and if he was too rough or not before kissing you and getting you water and snacks.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands. He loves it when you put your hands in his hair as he kisses you or eats you out, groaning at the feeling.

He probably likes his biceps the most because of how you moon over them. He loves to just pick you up and throw you over his shoulder, taking you two to the bedroom.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Loves it when you cum all over his face.

He’ll eat you out several times just so you can cum on his face. When he finally tips you over the edge, he groans into your cunt, sending vibrations through your core. “Mmm…fuck you taste so good sweetheart.”

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves it when you send him dirty pictures or texts while he’s at work. He denies it but it gets him so needy.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows exactly what he’s doing.

He’s had lots of experience in his own time, but also researches to find new ways to make you cum.

If you have an age gap, he’ll tease you about it. “No boys your age can fuck you like this huh, sweetheart?” He’d say above you, groaning as you moan and clench around him at his words

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

This man lives for missionary.

He loves to see your pretty face beneath him as he makes you feel good. “Fuck, you look so pretty when I fuck you, baby.” He also has access to suck on your nipples and your neck so that’s a bonus for him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can go both ways.

If he’s in a romantic mood he’ll be super sweet and loving, asking if everything’s ok and if you want him to go faster. “This good, honey? Want me to go faster?” If you’ve been a tease all day he’ll definitely go down on you. “Frickin’ tease. This what you wanted? Me to fuck you just like this?”

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Probably just trimmed.

It’s scientifically proven that having hair is healthier than shaving, so he keeps it trimmed instead of shaved.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

This man is the most romantic you can find.

He’d do so much just to make it romantic, lighting candles and putting on brand new sheets. He already has a bath ready for you when you’re done.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Didn’t get into it much until he met you.

The dirty pictures you send him while he’s at work definitely temps him.

If he’s with you, he’ll cum on your face or your stomach, groaning at the sight of his cum all over you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Likes to finger you with latex gloves on.

He’d be working on Astrophage until you walk in. He’d sit you on the table and spread your legs, standing between them. He’d spread your lips with one hand while the other spreads around your slick. He’ll do it slow and teasingly, watching you get frustrated.

He’d finally put a finger in, curling to hit that spot deep inside you as you moan. “That feel good, baby?” Once he’s made you cum, he pulls his gloved hand out that glistens with your juices. He’ll smirk down at you before lapping it up.

Also knows that you love it when he keeps his glasses on. (the glasses stay on!)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Ryland’s a romantic so your bedroom is definitely his favorite place. For anniversaries, he’ll put roses all over the bed and place candles of your favorite scent all around the room.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your interest in his experiments has him so excited.

He’ll get caught up in talking to you about why Astrophage doesn’t react to anything. Your interest and attention makes him feel so loved and happy. When he sees you looking into his eyes innocently paying attention, he’ll bend you over the lab table and eat you out like a man starved.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d never hit you or fuck you around harsh materials in the lab.

He likes to fuck you in the lab sometimes, but only if it’s safe for the both of you.

He’ll spank you if you ask him to, but nothing else.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Oh this man loves giving you head.

He’d have you come so many times on his face you’d loose track of how many orgasms you’ve had. He loves it when you pull on his hair and buck up into his face, grinding yourself on him. He’ll grind himself into the mattress, holding himself back from just fucking you stupid.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Ryland starts out slow and teasing and gradually quickens his pace. He starts out rough if you’ve been a tease all day, sending him suggestive text messages while he’s working, forcing him to teach from his desk.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t prefer quickies but he’ll do it on his lunch break sometimes.

He’a more of the romantic type, so he’d rather take his time with you, kissing you senseless before finally bottoming out.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’ll definitely experiment with some of your kinks (experimenting’s what he’s known for)

Sometimes if he’s working late at the school you’ll come by and sit under his desk with his cock in your mouth as he grades papers. After he’s done, he’ll reward you by fucking your brains out. “Such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Ryland can last a while. He’s already made you cum 3 times before he finally goes over the edge, groaning into your neck in pleasure.

He can go for a few rounds if you ask him to. He’ll probably get a glass of water first before pounding into you again.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Has definitely bought you a vibrator.

He’ll pull it out on nights he’s really needy. He’ll pound into you, holding the device on your clit as you squirm beneath him. The vibrations make him groan louder than he normally does.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ryland loves to tease you.

He loves to watch your face contort in pleasure and frustration as he hardly touches you with his fingers. He likes to study your different reactions to different paces and movements.

When you buck your hips up to gain more pleasure, he’ll go even slower. “Uh uh sweetheart, you know better than that.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Ryland’s pretty vocal.

He groans as he pushes in, sighing at how tight you are. “Fuck, baby. So tight around me.” When he’s close he can’t help but moan and whine as he releases.

If you’re on top taking control, teasing him, he’s a whining mess, begging you to let him cum.

W = Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Loves shower sex.

If he’s too tired after work, he’ll jump straight in the shower. You’ll come in after him, washing his hair as he washes yours. Once he gets to washing your body, he can’t contain himself any longer. He’s got you up against the wall, pushing into you deep and slow as water drips down the both of you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He’s definitely packing.

It surprised you at first, the stretch unforgiving. He talked you through it, praising you while he kisses you to distract you from the uncomfortable feeling.“Doing so well for me, darling.”

Once he starts to move, you see stars. He drives deep into you, hitting that spot he knows gets you over the edge.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

When he’s on his lunch break, all he can think about is eating you instead. He can’t help himself.

When he gets home, finding you sitting on the couch reading, he’ll kiss the top of your head from behind you before settling himself between your legs. “What are you doing?” you’d ask “Just missed my favorite girl,” he’d say before slipping your shorts and panties off.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Ryland will stay awake for another round if you want to, but otherwise he’s out like a light. After cleaning you up, he’ll slide into bed with you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, softly snoring.

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request: reader being sent to tau ceti in earths scrap effort to save the planet, but she gets stuck in the very outer rings of the gravitational pull on tau ceti. she cant get out of it because her fuel is gone but isnt being pulled into tau ceti because there isnt enough gravity, so she is just stuck. then rocky and ryland come along and the hail mary detects her ship and rescues her and it follows cannon. BONUS- 1. if eva told ryland about reader and ryland then became a huge fan of hers because he admires her bravery even when barely anything was prepared for her ship. 2. eva kept reader a secret from everyone besides the astronauts, so ryland doesnt know, and ryland is excited, since there is another person he can be with and someone who is able to help save earth, but sad because reader has been by herself this entire time while he has rocky. which also means reader is probably a little off and awkward because they havent interacted with another person in probably a year or two.

I really like this idea! i went with the second bonus

Theme: angst, fluff

notes: mentions of death, movie spoilers, changing povs, inaccurate timeline, starvation, mentions of suicide, panic attack, kissing.

Beyond the Stars - Ryland Grace x afab!reader

I can’t take this anymore. I’ve been trapped in space for what’s felt like eternity. In reality, it’s been 2 years for me and 5 years for Earth. I was sent by Eva Stratt to see “what’s up with Taú Ceti.” I made it to Taú Ceti E, but something got into my fuel lines and sucked it all up.

Stratt sent me in a simple spaceship with an alternative fuel substance than what was normal, and now it’s what’s keeping me stuck here. I’m trapped in orbit with Taú Ceti E, and without any fuel, I can’t go anywhere. I’m trapped and I’m going to die here. Alone.

I float down to my bunk room and find some jerky sticks in my compartment. It’s teriyaki flavored. I unwrap it and take a bite out of it. The meaty flavor hits my tongue, spreading across my taste buds. I don’t have much food left. I was sent here to collect samples around Taú Ceti E to see why it’s protected from the alien substance. I was supposed to be back by now so I’m going to eventually starve.

The sun is gradually being eaten by said alien substance. Stratt didn’t know what it was, so she sent me to find out. And now I’m going to starve out here. I’ve got 5 burritos, 12 jerky sticks, and 10 bottles of water. The small space garden hasn’t grown fruits yet, so that’s out of the picture. I probably have a week until I die. Lovely.

There’s no logical way I can make it out of here. I’m out of fuel so I can’t just fly out. If I eject my fuel tanks it could give me some kind of force, but it wouldn’t be enough and then I’d be even more stuck due to the loss of mass. So I’m fucked.

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“How long until reach Taú Ceti E, question?” Rocky asks me as I eat a cup of ramen. “4 days, 37 minutes, and 23 seconds,” Mary answers for me with her robotic voice. “Thank you Mary,” I say sarcastically as Rocky chirps with laughter.

Rocky’s still working on the chain for collecting samples from Taú Ceti E. It’s made from Xenonite, and we’ll have a ball at the end of the chain to collect the samples. Kinda like fishing. I’ll have to go out to retrieve it. Fun…

I walk into the lab and pull out some blue latex gloves from a drawer. I blow into them to stretch them out before putting them on. I sit in a rolling chair and roll over to the Astrophage samples. I use a pipette to suck the sun-eating-demons up before squirting them out onto a slide. I place a cover slip over it before looking into the microscope on 4x.

“Hey Rock, come look at this,” I say. Rocky rolls over and puts his crystal thing that creates surfaces to the microscope. It’s interesting how that works. “Astrophage bad. Bad, bad, bad,” Rocky says. I nod before showing him how it barely reacts to anything. “Grace experiment boring. Rocky experiment on Erid was better,” Rocky says. “Boring? This is brilliant!” I say before he rolls away back into the control room. I could really use some more company…

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My stomach growls as I sit in the pilot’s seat, looking through photos Stratt had sent with my belongings. After I look at them, I let them float around me. Is that what’s going to happen to me? Am I just gonna…float around forever? The question sits in my mind as if the growing hunger sitting in my stomach isn’t a problem. I finished the last of my food two days ago. All I have left is two bottles of water.

I unbuckle myself from the pilot’s seat before floating down to the storage room. I rummage through everywhere I can find, looking for food. The hunger starts to become overwhelming as the thought of food fills my mind.

Nothing. There really is nothing left. Did Stratt ever thing of coming up with a rescue team? Probably not. Even if they did make it here it’d take hours just to find me. I’d be dead by then.

I try to deny that I’m going to die here, but my mind betrays me. Tears well up in my eyes before they fall, well, float away from my eyes. I laugh at the sight, finding some amusement amid the darkness outside the window waiting to swallow me whole. Nothing is out there. Only stars and the growing darkness around me.

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“Blip A detected,” Mary announces. Rocky and I successfully retrieved samples from Adrian and found out that a certain form of life, as I call it Taumoeba, is the key to getting rid of Astrophage.

“Blip A?” I say, looking to Rocky in question. He just shrugs two of his now black arms. He still needs to heal more after we barely made it out of Adrian alive. I walk to the window and look back to Adrian. I don’t see anything at first but then something catches my eye.

Another spaceship. Immediately, several questions pop into my head. What are they doing here? How did they get here? Is it another alien? It seems to resemble human-made materials. Did Stratt send someone without me knowing?

“Holy cow,” I say, not taking my eyes off the other potential human spaceship orbiting Adrian. “Cows can be religious, question?” Rocky asks. I hold back a laugh before replying. “No buddy, it’s a figure of speech. A metaphor.”

“What is metaphor, question?” Rocky asks. “I’ll explain later pal. Right now we’ve got another mission on our hands,” I say before heading back to the pilot’s seat, strapping myself in before heading in the other ship’s direction.

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I wrap my arms around my stomach, curled in a ball floating around the ship. Tears still float from my face as the overwhelming feeling of hunger takes over. I feel lightheaded and all I can hear is my own stomach growling. I clench the lethal syringe in my hand, turning my knuckles white as my hand shakes.

“Incoming object detected. Current speed: 298,000 kilometers per second,” my ship says. This is it I guess. An asteroid’s gonna end it for me. It’s going to end my suffering. “Current object speed: 200,000 kilometers per second,” my ship announces. What? Why is it slowing down? I rub my eyes and flick the tears into the zero g as I float to my window.

“Holy shit,” I say. There’s another ship! A real ship! Stratt did send someone to rescue me! I float down to the airlock and put on my spacesuit. It’s simple white with a NASA and an American flag logo on each shoulder. I open the airlock and hook myself to a metal rail inside before floating out into the darkness.

The ship’s coming straight towards me. I wave and flail my arms around, hoping they see me. I hold back tears again, hope settling in me. Could this really be happening? Am I going to be saved? All of the sudden my lightheadedness takes over. Everything goes as black as the darkness before me.

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I gasp, sitting up, my eyes going wide. There’s something on my face and I claw at it, screwing my eyes shut. “Hey, hey it’s ok,” a voice says. Wait, a voice? I don’t have time to think before gentle hands take the mask off my face. It’s only then that I open my eyes, looking up at my savior. He has big, blue eyes, ruffled dirty blonde hair, and wired framed glasses.

“You’re safe,” is all he says. My vision clears further and I can tell that I’m sitting on some sort of medical table. A robotic arm faces my direction. There’s tubes in my arms and I’m in nothing but a pale yellow hospital gown.

“Where am I?” I manage to say, looking up at the man in front of me. He pauses for a moment before rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re on the Hail Mary. I’m Gra- er Ryland. I was sent by Eva Stratt to figure out why Taú Ceti isn’t dying, and I found you.”

Oh my God. This isn’t a rescue team. Instead, Stratt sent someone else to potentially die. I should’ve known. Of course she didn’t care if I survived or not. She probably didn’t for-

A hand resting on my shoulder snaps me out of my thoughts. “Hey, you’re alright,” Ryland says to me, making me look into his pretty blue eyes. The feeling of his hand on my shoulder feels so nice I nearly started crying again. I put my hand on his, relishing the feeling of another being. “When I got to you, you were unconscious. Armando said that you were malnourished so you have tubes that are giving you the nutrients you need.”

“Ar-Armando?” I ask, looking around for another person. “Oh, uhm. Armando’s a robot,” Ryland says. “Oh,” is all I’m able to respond with.

“Grace say other human unconscious. How is human now, question?” another voice says. Ryland turns his head in the direction of the voice, removing his hand from my shoulder. The loss of contact makes me hold back a whine.

Something rolls over in what seems to be an enlarged hamster ball. I can’t quite make out what’s inside it because it’s so short. “This is Rocky. Please don’t freak out. He’s an Eridian,” Ryland tell me. I sit up some to get a better look. My jaw drops. What the hell is that?! My eyes go wide and Ryland clearly looks uncomfortable. “Hello Grace friend! I am Rocky!” the Eridian chimes, waving one of his…claws? Hands?

I nervously wave back, my mouth still hung open. Ryland smiles at me. I realize my mouth is still open and I close it. “So uhm,” I start, “Where are we going?” Ryland hesitates for a moment before replying. “We’re going home,” he says. Tears well up in the corners of my eyes as the thought of actually going back to Earth floods my mind. I cover my mouth with one of my hands. I can’t help but let the tears fall. Wait…fall? The question stays in the back of my mind as I continue to sob out of relief.

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A few days have passed and I’ve gotten more used to everything. Rocky, living in 1 g, actually getting to go home. I sit in the control room, watching the seconds tick by on the ETA to Earth. I’m wearing some of Ryland’s clothes, my own left on my ship. It’s a red shirt that says “Ah! The element of surprise.” I’m wearing a pair of Ilyukhina’s shorts that were in her compartment. Ryland said the rest of his crew died on the way to Taú Ceti from the feeding tubes clogging up.

I can’t help how my thoughts keep drifting to Ryland. I’m sure it’s just because I haven’t seen another living being in so long. However, I can’t deny that he is rather attractive. His ruffled blonde hair, his glasses on the tip of his nose, those nerdy shirts he wears that barely hide how muscular he is. I can’t help but to glance in his direction every now and then.

I get up and head into the lab, much bigger than the one that was on my ship, to find Ryland using a microscope. “Whatcha’ lookin’ at?” I ask. He turns his body to face me giving me a smile. “The Taumoeba,” he says. “It’s pretty interesting that something so small can kill a predator like Astrophage,” he tells me. I nod.

I don’t know what causes me to say it, “Did you have anyone waiting for you back on Earth?” He hesitates for a moment, making me even more nervous. “Oh uhm- this was uh-“ he struggles to get the words out. “This was supposed to be a suicide mission,” he finally tells me. “Oh,” is all I’m able to say. “Thanks to Rocky, I’m able to go home,” he says.

“What about you? Did you have anyone waiting for you?” I think for a moment. Most of my family is gone except for a few cousins. I just shake my head. I open my mouth to speak but decide to not speak. Ryland senses my nervousness and walks toward me. I look into his blue eyes. God, he’s gorgeous.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You’ve still seemed stress lately,” he says as he gently puts his hand on my shoulder. I nod at his question, relishing the feeling of his hand on my shoulder again.

It happened quicker than I thought. My lips press to his because I can’t take it any longer. He hesitates but decides to kiss me back, his hands resting on my hips. I pull away. I can’t do this. What if he turns back? What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if-

I don’t have time to think before he kisses me again. Utterly shocked, I kiss him back. One of my hands rests on his neck and the other combs through his hair. He sighs into the kiss before pulling back, eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. “God, I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he says, resting his forehead on mine. I smile up at him.

“I’m so glad you found me,” I say smiling as I look into his eyes. “I’m so glad I found you,” he says before kissing me again.

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This took way too long😭🙏 a tornado came by my house and I lost power while I was writing so all of my progress was lost. Still glad I wrote it though

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my power went out and I lost over 1k words on a story i’m working on 😭🙏

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Request: ok ok so soulmate AU were tattoos match for soulmates and ryland never was able to find his soulmate while on earth. And the usual story of him being forced onto the ship but Eva found rylands soulmate as a sorry and goodluck to ryland then sent her with ryland onto the ship. Reader probably isnt mad at ryland for what happened and instead has a intense hatred for Eva. i have a feeling ryland would be so distraught over the fact his soulmate was forced to go into space because of him, so this is a good angst one!

ooo i feel like this could also make ryland and rocky have another thing in common because of the mate tattoos rocky has.

Fate of the Stars - Ryland Grace x afab!reader

Theme: Angst, fluff

notes: book references, movie spoilers, angst, crying, mention of suicide, trauma, use of y/n, panic attack, kissing, not proofread

“This may seem like me betraying you, but it’s actually me believing in you,” Stratt says, trying to keep her composure. “Sure feels like you’re betraying me,” Ryland says, nervously laughing. He stumbles away, running from the several guards chasing after him. “Yeah he’s running,” Stratt says over the phone, watching the scene play out from her window. “Bring me his soulmate.”

You walk in Stratt’s office, accompanied by two guards. There’s some chairs strolled around from where Ryland moved them to escape the guard. “What is this?” You ask, confused on why you were forced out of your home to come here. “I’m sending you to space with Dr. Ryland Grace. You’re his soulmate and since he will be gone for decades I’ve decided that you will go with him. Consider this a way of me thanking him.”

You laugh nervously. “You expect me to just go to space? Right now?” you ask, waving your hands in the air. You don’t know anything about this mission. “Yes,” a simple bit stern answer from Stratt. “No. No I can’t go to space I- you don’t understand I have friends a- and a job I can’t just-“

“You can and you will,” Stratt says, growing impatient. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Tears form in your eyes. The thought of possibly dying in space taking control of your mind. You try to escape, running out the office door into the field Ryland previously was before getting put into a coma.

You fall to the ground, Russian soldiers by the gate hold you down while a doctor jabs the syringe into your neck. You let out a choked yelp, watching Ryland as he’s put into the Hail Mary. Your vision starts to blur, the world drowning out around you before it all turns black.

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“Eye movement detected,” a robotic voice says. You squint at the bright lights surrounding you. A robotic arm comes toward your face, removing a tube from your throat. You gasp for air before coughing. “What is two plus two,” the robotic voice says. You try to respond to ask where you are, but you find you can’t speak yet. “Incorrect,” the voice responds.

Your vision is still blurry, but you can see a figure, appearing to be a man standing near you. You blink a few more times and your vision clears up some. He has dirty blonde hair, a little ruffled. He has wire framed glasses and he’s wearing a shirt that says “I had potential,” with a red jumpsuit wrapped around his waist, acting as pants.

You try to say something, ask where you are or even who you are. Who are you? Who is this man standing in front of you? “It’s ok, you’re safe. I’m not gonna hurt you,” the man says, coming closer.

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“So this is really happening?” you ask Ryland. He summed up what had happened before you two were launched into space together. You’ve remembered your name but not much else. He nods, taking a bite of his spin drive heated burrito. “I don’t know why Stratt sent you. There were two others but they died on the way here. I’m sure you’re a scientist, pilot, engineer, something like that,” he explains. “Right now our mission is to get to Taú Ceti and figure why it isn’t dying.”

Ryland goes to the small storage compartment and finds a bag with your name on it. “Here, maybe you can find something more comfortable in here,” he says, handing you the bag. You give him a small thanks before heading to another room to change.

You notice a small mark on your right shoulder. It’s three straight vertical lines with a horizontal one crossing through the middle. It must be your soulmate mark. You haven’t remembered much about your previous life yet, but the mark doesn’t matter. You’ll probably never find your soulmate anyways.

After changing, you walk back into the lab to find Ryland looking at Astrophage? You can’t remember what he had called it but it was the substance killing the sun.

“Oh, hey,” he says, turning in your direction. “Uhm- I think there’s another…important thing you should know about the mission. You sit beside him, waiting for him to explain. “This mission…it’s…” he struggles to get the words out. “We’re not going back to Earth,” he finally says. You don’t know if you heard him right. Not going back to Earth?

“What?” you finally choke out. He sighs, knowing that you’re both going to eventually die out here. “This is a suicide mission. Once we’re done here we’re going to die,” he finally says.

You turn to look down at the table. Tears form in your eyes, threatening to fall. You cover your mouth, eyes screwing shut as you finally give in to the overwhelming fact that you’re going to die out here.

Ryland tries to comfort you, as he wished someone was there for him when he found out. “Hey, it’s ok. We’re gonna get through this. Together.” You don’t know what makes you do it but you stand and hug him, crying into his chest. He’s stunned for a moment before wrapping his muscular arms around you, rubbing your back. “It’s ok. I’ve got you. Just let it all out”

Once you’ve calmed down some, you remove yourself from Ryland, immediately missing his warmth. You wipe a tear from your eye, sniffing. “Sorry I-“ you start before Ryland cuts you off. “It’s ok. I know what it feels like.” You muster up the smallest smile you can before return to unpacking your things.

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“Dirty, dirty, dirty. Why room so messy question?” Rocky says, rolling through yours and Ryland’s sleeping room. “Well I wasn’t expecting company, was I?” Ryland responds. You laugh, the whole situation playing out before you. Rocky had been communicating with you and Ryland through a computer that Ryland put together. Rocky wanted to join the Hail Mary to go to Taú Ceti E.

You and Ryland finally get Rocky to calm down, the two of you lying in your makeshift bed. You two decided to join mattresses to make a bigger bed. The two of you lay in bed, processing what just happened.

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“You got a mate?” Ryland asks, surprised by Rocky mentioning he has a mate. You’ve successfully obtained enough Taumoeba to stop the Astrophage from killing Earth and Erid’s sun. To celebrate, Ryland set up a firework show in the screen room. “Yes?” Rocky says with a tone of “are you really asking me that?”

“You and (Y/L/N) mates?” he says. “Oh, no pal we’re just…friends,” Ryland replies. “But you two have mating mark?” Rocky says. “What?” You both question. “On shoulders. Same mark. Grace and (Y/L/N) mates,” Rocky plainly says.

You and Ryland turn to each other. Ryland looks to you for permission, to which you nod, before lifting your sleeve. His jaw drops, not knowing what to say. You lift his sleeve, and sure enough, he has the same mark. “Holy shit,” you say, trying to muster something else to say. “Rocky, you knew this whole time?” Ryland asks. “Yes? Grace stupid. How long since last sleep, question?”

You close your eyes, memories of Stratt sending you on the Hail Mary flooding back. How she forced you onto the ship, how you were chased down, how they put you in a coma with no remorse. Your breathing hitches, tears forming in your eyes. You feel strong arms picking you up, carrying you before setting you down on a soft surface.

You feel hands cup your face, turning your head. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s ok. I’m here,” Ryland says. “Breathe for me. Just like that. You’re gonna be ok,” he praises, helping you calm down.

You open your eyes, looking into Ryland’s blue eyes, shielded by his wire framed glasses. He holds your hand. “You’re ok, I’m here.” You squeeze his hand, not wanting him to let go. “I-I remember…” you start. “What?” Ryland asks, confused on what you’re trying to say. “I remember what happened. Why I’m here. Why Stratt sent me,” you say as more tears stream down your face. “Stratt send me as a thank you…she wanted you to have your soulmate before yo- we die.”

He thinks for a moment, processing what you said before anger floods his face. How could Stratt do this? Sending someone to their death just so someone could have their soulmate before they die in a few years? He couldn’t believe it. Sending him was one thing, but you? You weren’t even a scientist.

“I’m sorry,” is all he can say. You sniffle, touching the mark on his shoulder. “I’m just glad that I get to be with you,” you reply. Ryland doesn’t know what to say. You cup his face with one hand from the medical table, rubbing his face with your thumb. Ryland puts his other hand on yours, leaning into your hand.

You both lock eyes before he finally leans in, closing the distance between you two. His lips are soft, moving against yours as he deepens the kiss before pulling away for air.

He blushes, clearly flustered and surprised he was brave enough to do that. You smile, running your hand through his ruffled, blonde hair.

“See? Rocky told you that you are mates,” Rocky says, watching the scene. You both laugh, turning to face him. “Thanks pal,” Ryland responds. Rocky chips, giving Ryland jazz hands before rolling back into the control room.

Ryland kisses your cheek before resting his forehead on his. Your hands cup his face. “Maybe Stratt sending you here wasn’t such a bad idea after all,” he says before kissing you again. “It’s fate,” you say, smiling. You both go back to the control room, heading back to completing the mission fate decided you and Ryland would share together

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ahh i don’t know how to end these but thank you for reading!

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Ahh! Lego Rocky and Grace!!!

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Hiya! I was just thinking about how adorable and beautiful it would be thinking of Ryland and Reader being re married on Erid (Not that they were divorced previously) I just thought that it would be super cute and stuff

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Ahh yes! I love this!

A Lovely Night - Ryland Grace x afab!reader

notes: fluff, kissing, marriage between ryland and reader, use of y/n

part two

The stars surrounded you and Ryland as you sat by the shore of the artificial beach Rocky and Adrian made for you both. The soft sound of waves crashing fill the area, fog falling over the ocean.

Rocky had asked Ryland about human mating while aboard the Hail Mary. “Do humans have mating mark, question?” he asked, pointing to the green tattoo on one of his many arms. “Well…” Ryland thought for a moment. “When humans decide they want to be together forever they give each other rings. Like this” He shows Rocky his gold wedding band you picked out for him. “Oh yes yes yes very unique. Will show Adrian when back on Erid.” You smile at Ryland, adoration in your eyes.

Rocky had made you two rings from Xenonite. Ryland was so excited he nearly burst into tears.

And now you’re here, on Erid. Ryland had been planning with Rocky to have a wedding on Erid. Rocky was really excited. Maybe even more than Ryland. “Yes Grace! Smart smart smart.” Ryland was nervous, hands clammy against yours as you both sat along the shore.

He stands as you give him a questionable look. He puts his hand out toward you. Smiling, you take it as he helps you up, putting one hand on your waist and keeping the other in your hand. He gives you a soft smile before kissing you softly.

He hums a small tune before he starts to dance with you. Spinning each other around and Ryland occasionally dipping you. You both smile through it, eyes glistening in the artificial moonlight.

He stops taking something from his cardigan pocket. “I brought you out here tonight for something…special,” he says before getting on one knee.

You gasp, hands covering your mouth as you look at the beautiful ring in his hands. It’s in a translucent Eridian-made box. It’s Xenonite with some green material resembling a gem. “I thought it’d be nice to do this again. I love you and I want to make it official again. Here. On Erid,” he says before locking his blue eyes with yours. “Will you marry me? Again?”

You don’t say anything. You run to him, falling into his open arms, crying into his chest. He kisses the top of your head and strokes your back.

“So is that a yes?” he says, smiling. “Yes Ry. Yes a million times,” you say before kissing him, holding his face. He sighs into the kiss, wrapping his arms back around you.

You pull back and he slides the ring onto your finger before kissing the back of your hand. “It’s lovely,” you say, admiring the detail. “Rocky made it,” Ryland says, sill holding your hand.

“Yes yes yes! Grace and (Y/L/N) mates!” Rocky comes over. He had been watching from a distance, his hearing incredible. You and Ryland laugh before kissing one last time

You couldn’t have asked for a lovelier night.

~

part 2?