hello, my name's vivianne, i'm 18 years old and a scorpio. i'm pansexual & genderfluid. i go by any pronouns aswell. i'm a huge cinephile and music lover. i love books and collecting physical media too! that's just some about me, anything else you'd like to know feel free to ask for i don't bite (unless you ask)
GRAB A BEER (masterlists)
budlight / one - marauders
coors / two - the 100
budweiser / three - harry potter
michelob / four - stranger things
corona / five - criminal minds
guinness / six - yellowjackets
heineken / seven - misc.
and....
TEQUILA!!!!! (my cooler)
!READERS
rockstar!reader
muggle!reader
bunny!reader
artist!reader
RECS
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Just so you know, some people could probably tell thay you write with AI because of the tone and quotation marks in your work. If you look closely, some quotation marks ( " " ) are curled ( “ ” ) while the others are straight. And you so write with AI, don't you? That's okay honestly. Just fix the quotation marks so people don't jump you for it.
omg no its different from when I write with my phone or my computer stop
a work by @vivsribbon | 🪐 | warnings - unprotected pinv, praising, breeding k¡nk, submissive!grace, fingers in mouth, semi-public sex (?), cursing uhh thats all i think
synopsis - When Rocky innocently questions why Ryland and you aren’t a “mating pair,” an awkward conversation forces feelings and more to show themselves
smut fluff angst | side note - me and my friend have been obsessing over him so i had to... for u mwah @metricrapier
The control room was quieter than usual.
Not silent—nothing on the Hail Mary was ever truly silent with pumps humming behind the walls and Rocky clicking faintly somewhere nearby—but calm enough that Ryland could hear the soft scrape of your sock against the floor as you drifted beside him.
Rocky was in his tunnel, working on something metallic and complicated that neither of you fully understood. Every few seconds came the sharp tap tap tap of his claws against the hull.
Ryland squinted at a spreadsheet floating on his screen. “Okay. If this culture dies again, I’m officially resigning from science.”
“You can’t resign from science.”
“Watch me.”
“You’re literally in space.”
“I’ll resign harder.”
A pleased chirping sound came from Rocky’s tunnel. “Rocky agrees with me,” you said.
“Rocky thinks eating metal is a personality trait.”
“Is it not?”
Rocky suddenly emerged from the tunnel opening, carrying what looked like three wires and half a wrench. His carapace clicked thoughtfully.
“Question,” Rocky said through the translator.
Ryland pointed dramatically at you. “They’re in charge of questions today.”
“You are both in charge,” Rocky replied.
“Terrifying.” Rocky tilted his body slightly, which you’d learned meant curiosity. “Human mating question.”
The room went still. Ryland froze with one hand halfway to his tablet.
You blinked once. “Oh no.”
“Yes,” Rocky said cheerfully. “Oh no.”
Ryland coughed into his sleeve. “Buddy, that sentence has historically never ended well.”
Rocky ignored him completely.
“You two are not mating pair,” he said matter-of-factly. “But you behave like mating pair. Explain.”
Your face instantly went hot.
Ryland made a noise somewhere between a choke and a laugh. “Rocky—”
“You share food. You sit near each other always. You become distressed when one is hurt. You make many stupid jokes only for each other. Mating behavior.”
“That is not—” you started.
“It kind of is,” Ryland muttered at the same time.
You turned toward him so fast you nearly drifted into the console. “Whose side are you on?”
“I don’t know! Rocky came prepared with evidence!”
Rocky’s claws clicked against the floor in satisfaction. “Correct. I observe.”
“Please stop observing,” you said weakly.
“Cannot. Scientist.”
Ryland pressed both hands over his face. “I’m going to eject myself out the airlock.”
“You would die,” Rocky informed him.
“Thank you, Rocky.”
“You are welcome.”
There was a horrible, awkward silence. Then Rocky asked, completely serious: “So why not mating pair?”
You stared at him. Ryland stared at him. Rocky waited patiently.
“I—” Ryland started, then stopped immediately.
Your heartbeat felt embarrassingly loud. Finally you pointed toward the tunnel. “Rocky. Go work on your thing.”
“But—”
“Now.” You said in that demanding tone that Grace would never admit turned him on.
A disappointed trill echoed through the room, but Rocky eventually disappeared back into the tunnel, muttering something in Eridian that the translator refused to interpret.
The second he was gone, silence crashed over the room again. Ryland still wouldn’t look at you.
You focused very hard on a random bolt in the wall. “So. That happened.”
“Yep.”
“Cool.”
“Super cool.” Another pause. Then, quietly: “I mean… he’s not completely wrong.”
You looked over.
Ryland was staring at the floor now, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. Nervous. You realized suddenly that you’d almost never seen him nervous around you before.
“What part?” you asked carefully.
He laughed once under his breath. “You really wanna make me say it out loud?”
“Maybe I do."
That finally got him to look at you.
And the expression on his face made your stomach flip unexpectedly—soft around the edges, uncertain in a way Ryland Grace almost never was.
“I think,” he said slowly, “if we weren’t trapped together millions of miles from Earth, I probably would’ve asked you out a long time ago.”
The air suddenly felt too thin.
"So why didn't you?" You asked with a quirk of your brow.
That sure got Grace to shut up. His eyes widened, looking around to make sure he wasn't hearing things.
"Why, did you want me to?"
"Yes."
Now his face was as red as a lobster. You wanted him to ask you out?
"Oh. Well I– I just assumed you'd say no."
You let out a scoff, running a hand through your hair before standing up and walking near to him. You stopped just before his chair, his stupidly submissive eyes looking up at you.
"You're a scientist. I thought rule one was to never assume?"
Your tone and close presence sent a chill down Grace's spine. His hands hovered close to your hips, still not ballsy enough to actually touch you. You were right, just like you always were.
"Yeah.. yeah, no, you're right. Shouldn't have assumed." He sounded nervous now, like there was a lump in his throat due to proximity.
Your finger hooked under his chin to keep his eyes on you. "What're you thinking about right now?" Of course you had some sort of idea as to what his answer would be. You'd been on the Hail Mary for a month now, no sex, no touching yourself, and now you were teasing him and you can yell he was pent up.
He let out a low groan before talking, his words shaky. "You... here, on my lap. On my lips, on me... please." He was breathing hard now, so needy and pathetic it caused you to chuckle a little.
Instead of teasing more (because God were you needy too) you sat down on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs but not putting all your weight on him yet.
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, yes, more than okay," he nodded frantically.
Suddenly he crashed his lips into yours, his hands apparently having a mind of their own as they found their way to your face, cupping your cheeks to keep you from pulling back.
You kissed him with equal intensity, grinding down onto him just once to be cruel, making him whimper under you.
"Can't wait. Waited too long, please, ride me, something."
He was begging.
It was adorable, really. And you would've made him beg further if you hadn't been so wet for him already. You couldn't wait it out either.
Since words were too hard to form right now, you lifted your hips and unbuckled the jeans you had on, letting them fall to your ankles.
Ryland watched with a burning intensity, his eyes locking on the wet spot on your panties that made his throat go dry.
While there was still space between you, you quickly unfastened his pants too, tugging them down mid-thigh.
He was bulging through his boxers, the dark blue ones with planets all over them. They were so him it was endearing but Grace's face was flushed pink when he saw you noticed.
And because he couldn't take it anymore, he pushed down his underwear so they were met with the pants he wore dangling from his legs. His cock bounced from them, his tip hitting his stomach.
You, ever the impatient, looked up at him just once like asking for permission. It didn't take a verbal response. When you saw the need in his eyes your head darted to his neck, sucking and kissing while you pushed your panties to the side and guided him to your entrance.
Grace's bottom lip with bitten in so hard he thought he might break skin, trying to keep quiet due to Rocky's annoyingly impeccable hearing.
When you sunk down onto him, he couldn't hold it in anymore. A loud moan erupted from him, his head falling back onto the headrest of the chair. You bit his neck hard to stifle your noises.
His hands went to your waist, lightly moving you back and forth on his dick. You released your teeth from him and whined when his girth rubbed against your gummy walls just right.
You looked at him, jaw slack with endless huffs coming from your mouth. The sight was one Ryland wanted to keep forever and one that made his groans all the more prominent.
"Fuck, fuck, sweetheart–"
His words were cut off with your fingers in his mouth. He immediately folded, sucking on your digits lightly.
"Sound so pretty, baby, but you gotta be quiet, okay?"
He just nodded, his hips jerking up instinctively making his tip hit your cervix hard. You hiccuped a moan, instantly shutting yourself up by biting your lip at a bruising strength.
Rolling your hips down onto him made you further and further reach your climax. "I'm so close. Need you to come in me, please Dr. Grace."
And that title was all it took for him to spurt his seed into you, leaking white, sticky liquid dripping out of you. You came after, so hard you practically saw stars. You couldn't help but whimper, the sound high pitched that made Ryland bite your fingers harder, but not enough to silence the groan that erupted.
"So good.. you did so good for me, baby." He whispered to you, letting your hand fall.
Once both of you had caught your breath you removed your fingers from his mouth and looked at him with attention for the first time since having him inside you.
"Next time... we're going to the back and I'm gonna hear all those beautiful noises you make, yeah?"
"Next time?"
"What, you don't wanna do that again?"
He shook his head ferociously. "No, no I absolutely do. Need to."
"Good."
After giving him a quick peck to the cheek, you rose up from his slick cock, whining when his length slid out of you completely. Your legs were wobbly but you found your balance, kicking your panties off and wiping yourself with them because of lack of material and water for a shower.
"God, you're hot."
The words made you giggle a little, throwing the underwear at him. He caught it, shocked just a bit. Pulling his pants up now and shoving your intimates in his pocket.
Grace stood, standing behind you with his hands on your waist and kissed your neck once. "Fuck, you even smell like sex. Damn irresistible."
And of course, because God forbid you have a good moment, Rocky pushes through the door of the shuttle. Ryland immediately fumbled back, one hand scratching his neck nervously.
"Hi Rocky," you said awkwardly.
"Why Grace make noise when mate, question?"
"What?!" He turned a bright pink at the accusation, only making you laugh harder than you were.
"You laugh. You make noise too."
Well. That shut you up.
Of course Grace chuckled, to which you reached your hand behind and slapped his torso and he instantly zipped his lips.
"You two are mates now, question?"
"We haven't talked about that yet, Rocky." You sighed, running a hand along your face.
"You are."
Ryland huffed loudly, stepping a little closer to you again. "Well, if Rocky says..."
At night before going to sleep, Sirius gets closer and closer to Remus, whispering 'Mine, mine, mine' until he is practically on top of him with all of Remus's limps wrapped around him.
That's the best position he can sleep in. No bad dreams or trouble to fall asleep.
Remus just lets him because he also sleeps better with Sirius all over him, cuddling like a dog on top of him.
