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So I did a thing lol Using faceapp + changed few details in PS I created young @harrycarlyle as future ref for our ‘HarryBulldogCarlyle’s backstory’ p.s. I did it from my own art I posted long time ago here and here He’s the part of Elements of Ryder series and already full-fledged OC of our small ‘SaHara hell’ community 🤣

Currently @natsora is writing his backstory, you can read snippets she posted by the links [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

She turned her back to Carlyle, a position she had taken so many other times, usually bent over a table. Almost achingly slow, she pulled the g-string on. “Some help?” she asked as winced.

Bending was a little beyond her at the moment. Carlyle sighed and pulled the thin fabric up her legs. The contact between skin was electric. And it went straight to her core.

Oh fuck, this is teasing me as much as it is teasing him.

Usually this motion was done in reverse and definitely never done in such a tentative manner. Her underwear never survive their encounter with Carlyle’s hands, teeth or whatever he used. The strap settled carefully on her hips, Carlyle took care to avoid her wound.

“Thank you.” She could afford some gratitude, after all he stuffed her insides back inside of her.

The jacket was slightly easier. He held it out for her as she threaded her arms into the sleeves. Her jaw tightening as she needed to twist her abdomen for it to work. His hand trailed up her back as he slid the jacket up her arms. It was subtle and it was unlike him.

She turned and looked at the doctor. A question rested on her eyes. His reply was a glare, not at her but at everyone else. “Mine, all mine,” it said, it was wild, feral and primal.

Ryder shivered, heat pooling where she liked it. His eyes flicked over to her. “Cold?” (c) ‘Deadly Star’

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[ OC @mellowcornryder | @harrycarlyle | story by @natsora ] [ this story is the part of the ‘Elements of Ryder’ series ]

#sara ryder #harry carlyle #dr.harry carlyle #Mass Effect #ME:A #saharamea #sara x harry #mellowcornryder #mellowcorn_ryder #harry x sara #me: andromeda #pathfinder ryder #f!ryder

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Ryder chewed on her lower lip. She raised her good hand and wiped the sweat beading across her forehead. Getting cut open wasn’t appealing to her, but she needed it fixed if she wanted to remain combat operative. Then, there was the problem of Carlyle. She had kept the anger close like a dear friend and it had curdled like spoilt milk. It was familiar, but yet she wanted to be rid of it too.

“Do you have a problem with me?” Carlyle asked. “Though I am the designated doctor for the Pathfinders, I can recommend another doctor to take over.”

The air of professionalism that hovered around him was irritating but comforting. Unlike T’Perro, she was offered a choice. Her consent was sought. Ryder turned the question over in her mind and realised the truth was right there all along. All that months ago, it was hurt and anger speaking.

“Yeah, I trust you.”

Carlyle’s eyes snapped immediately to hers. Hazel eyes against her steel blue ones, studying and evaluating. The hard edges to his gaze softened a little. He nodded

“Get some rest, I’ll let the nurses know they can come and administer the treatment.” (c) ‘Returning Ghosts’ | Chapter 2: Go Wild

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[ OC @mellowcornryder | story by @natsora ] [ this story is the part of the ‘Elements of Ryder’ series ]

#sara ryder #harry x sara #harry carlyle #dr.harry carlyle #saharamea #mellowcornryder #Mass Effect #ME:A #me: andromeda

A hand pressed against her shoulder while the other fisted among her hair, holding her still, he buried himself to the hilt between her legs, taking her from behind. Ryder held onto the headboard, savouring the sensations that Carlyle was pouring into her. The tugging at her scalp, the heat of him radiating behind her. A fire lit up at her core, electricity coursing through her nerves as she lost herself to the sensations. It chased the odd way Carlyle had been looking at her from her mind. She couldn’t decide whether or not she liked it. However, as he was stroking the fire between her legs, she couldn’t hold thoughts together long enough to think about it.... (c) ‘Growing Up’ | Chapter 3: The Pathfinder’s Job

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[ OC @mellowcornryder | story by @natsora ] [ this story is the part of the ‘Elements of Ryder’ series ]