this is like totes outta what you're writing rn but have you did any regarding ABO verse? I've been thinking bout how hsr women would be in ABO verse and firefly specifically. just thinkin bout reader and firefly both being omegas and helping out with eachother's heat cycles... one cycle eventually being reader mistakenly thinking firefly's an alpha and got so dizzy with firefly's strap that she starts leg locking firefly thinking she can breed reader. i wonder if reader's heat would affect firefly though? im not that knowledgeable in ABO verse but the thought's been in my head for some time now
Note: So I recently found out that the abbreviation people use to describe “alpha, beta, omega” is actually a slur against indigenous Australian people. I know it was definitely NOT your intentions, as I didn’t know until recently either. But I’m just gonna take this opportunity to inform the whole blog if that’s okay! Rather than using the abbreviation outright and thus saying a slur, it’d be best to use “A/B/O” (put slashes in between the letters), or just say “Omegaverse” for the future!
CW: Strap on usage, Omegaverse, Omega! Firefly x Omega! Fem! Reader, terms of knotting and breeding are used, penetrative se.x, possessiveness
Anyways, Omega! Reader mistaking another omega for an alpha? That’s actually a really cute trope! Just imagine it; Reader so lost in her heat and Firefly’s strap feeling so good. It’s just a strap she picked up from some adult store, but the way Omega! Firefly greedily thrusts into Reader’s cunt, gripping her with the same possessiveness as an alpha? For once, Reader’s body somehow forgets Firefly is an omega and starts treating her like an alpha.
Firefly’s strap game is so good that she accidentally tricked her mate’s brain. Now Omega! Reader is whining pitifully and locking her legs around Firefly’s waist, whimpering about how she needs to “breed” her and “knot” her. Firefly is speechless at these cries, looking down at her strap as her body is overcome with the urge to truly mate her girlfriend. The strap on isn’t enough, she wants to breed you too! Knot you and make you hers, stuffing you on that fake knot at the base of her toy so you can be conjoined for hours…
Firefly, despite being an omega, musters up an iconic “growl” that only alphas can do. Only…since she’s an omega, it just sounds very cute and soft. Nevertheless, that sweet attempt of a growl is enough to get Reader soaked. Her body doesn’t mind, the sound of Firefly trying to let her know “she’s mine” is so hot despite it being so weak.
I could see Firefly even attempting to “mark” Reader like an alpha can, but her bite is so small and more like a nip. Reader doesn’t care though, she truly believes Firefly is her “alpha” in this state, so every action she does just sends her over the edge easily.
Why need an alpha when you can have an Omega girlfriend who runs the extra mile for you? Honestly, Omega! Firefly treats you so much better than most other alphas. Her and her strap game are all you need to satiate your heats, she’s just that good <3
thinking abt sub firefly and how cute she would be !!!! even tho she's a stellaron hunter and could kill you at any moment in her sam form she'd still follow ur every command bc of her massive praise kink she's just like that!! 😓😓😓
☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Firefly x dom!Reader
☆ — TYPE: NSFW
☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Reader with a dick/strap referred to as such
☆ — NOTES: I FINALLY GOT TO HER OUGGHGHH ANONNNN I DIDN'T FORGET YOU TRUST MEEEE I love Firefly so baaaaaaad
ANOTHER PERSON WHO CAN KILL ME WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT IF SHE WANTED TO 🥰🥰🥰🥰 oh how I do love power differences
God she's so cute despite being absolutely deadly, nobody can fault me for wanting to bully her a lil bit right??? :((((((
Firefly would do anything for you no matter what (or, well, for as long as the script allows it). You could make an off-handed comment about how you wanted this little thing and she'd come up to you w the exact same thing the next day. You could ask her to do something and she would drop whatever she was occupied with just to cater to you
She's sooooo unbelievably eager to please, it's like you could as her to do ANYTHING you asked and she'd eagerly meet your needs.......and that includes less-than-innocent exchanges too 🫶
Oh she'd be so perfect, always desperate to fulfill your every demand and going above and beyond to please you. If she were giving head, she'd tell you that you don't need to make any moves whatsoever bc she'll be happy to do it for you :(((( this sweet sweet girl ily
You consider yourself extremely blessed to witness the sight above you.
After all, it's not every day that someone has a Stellaron Hunter on their lap in pursuit of euphoric release.
So many people were afraid of the entity named SAM and the sea of flames he could bring upon those that needed it per the script that Elio gave him, and yet.. here 'he' was, in much more of a vulnerable state in the form of a lovely lady eager to please.
All you had to do was say it, relay your demands; she would give you the universe if you wanted it all to yourself. But for now?
For now you had settled upon commanding this supposedly feared servant to Destiny's Slave as if she were your own in this little tryst of yours.
(And hell, barring Elio's little group, she may as well be.)
You hear your lover moan, you hear her whimper, you hear her shaky exhales as she bounces on your cock over and over and over. Her pace alternates between a slow, tantalising grind to a fast, hard ride of desperation—the pace switching at the most perfect times due to a mix of your brilliant direction and the mental notes and drilled habits within Firefly's pretty little head from all the times you've done this erotic form of song and dance.
You can't help but stroke her cheek as she moves on you, can't help but to shift your hand over to toy with her hair lightly as she does her best to please you (and herself). And you just can't help but say those two words--
"Good girl..."
--when she reacts so delightfully: her breath hitches as her hips stutter in movement, though she still continues to move; she lets out a loud moan as her eyes nearly roll to the back of her head and her steadying hands gripped onto your thighs with a sudden increase in force.
She doesn't answer you back vocally but that's alright—she hasn't cum yet without your permission and she was still determined to please you.
She's such a good girl, and she'd do whatever it takes to deserve your praise and your praise alone.
She would take WHATEVER you give her. Soft pampering??? By god she's all OVER IT SING HER UPPP!! A rough pounding? She's durable, she says she can take it :3 Overstimming her until she can't think anymore?? Or maybe even edging her until she wants to go batshit wild but can't bc it's you?????? Go right ahead, she's all yours to play with ✌️
Makes EVERYTHING worth it for her, when you constantly praise her for allllll the good things she's done. Tell her that she's been so good to you, tell her that she's the sweetest girl ever, tell her you wouldn't have anyone else to tend to and be tended to, tell her that you love every bit of her and go into detail❗️❗️❗️ She'd go HILARIOUSLY red, both from sheer embarrassment and from the hot manifestation of her lust pooling in between her thighs
All you need is to say that she's fully and utterly yours, that you wouldn't have it any other way, and not only will she respond in kind, she'll go above and beyond....in any way you want her to
In short guys I love Firefly I can't wait to roll for her 🥰🥰🥰
Description: Firefly and Y/n decided to surprise each other.
Includes- Plot Heavy, Lingerie, Oral (C!Receiving), Tribing, Established Relationship
Notes: No Beta Reader. As of drafting these this is the last one. yay! I hope you found at least one of these enjoyable.
Word count: 3 000
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There was one shop in Penacony that Firefly dragged herself past a million times. A little boutique in the corner of the Moment of Dusk, elegant and surrounded by other stores that she couldn’t look at without dying a little inside. Pretty pastel pink curtains shielded the window displays, mannequins standing on rose petals and dressed in pretty little pieces that made her hot under the collar.
She passed it a million times, unable to step inside. The lace on one of the displays looked so soft, and another was covered in shimmery silk. What would it feel like against her skin? What would Y/n think of it?
It was that thought that pushed her in on her last day in Penacony. There wasn’t much she could do to surprise her girlfriend, but this was the perfect collision of just her thing and out of pocket enough to surprise Y/n. She likes cute things and dressing up, even if this isn’t something she would normally wear.
Firefly smooths her hands over the sheer lace sides of her babydoll. The body has a split down the middle and meets in a pretty green bow between her boobs, everything else is made of a pale gray sheer lace. Except the cups which are decorated with lacy decals but are otherwise made of a small satin cut out. She’d spent way too long in the store trying to find underwear that matched the color of the bow and had been left with yet another item she would never normally buy for herself.
She’s fine. Definitely not getting a little overwhelmed. She turns slightly to look at the back and the way the fabric just barely covers her butt. It is cute… she just feels so exposed.
She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before meeting her own gaze in the mirror.
“Hey, are you alright?”
“Hm, uh, ya,” Firefly chirped, fingers curling in the hem of the short robe she’d gotten for free with her purchase. It fell an inch or so below her babydoll. “I just… zoned out while brushing my hair.”
Y/n still hadn’t turned from where she was sitting on the balcony, looking out at the glowing city below. Kafka really had great tastes in safe houses, this one was a penthouse in the downtown of a very opulent city. Firefly had joined her girlfriend here– she’d been on a reconnaissance mission– after debriefing from Penacony.
The floor is cool against her bare feet, and the cool breeze makes her shiver slightly. Why Y/n is lounging by the pool right now she has no idea. Hopefully this pulls the other woman back inside. To bed. Where they can be warm together.
“I-” Firefly’s voice cracks and she swallows it down, “I got you a gift.”
Y/n still doesn’t look at her, and there’s an anxious feeling gnawing at her gut. Oh Aeons, is she about to break up with her? Or maybe she wants to leave the Stelleron Hunters? Firefly would raze the earth for Y/n, but she’s not sure she can give up everything she’s built with the Stelleron Hunters.
Then Y/n laughs, soft and happy, and says, “Funny, I got you something too.”
Firefly lets out a sigh of relief and steps over the balcony threshold. That’s when Y/n finally turns around, dressed in loose sleep shorts and a tank top.
“The robe is new.”
Firefly smiles, wide and excited as she nods quickly. Her nerves slowly unravel as she gets closer to Y/n. She smells like her body wash, and Firefly wants to bury her nose in her skin and inhale. What’s stopping her? Nothing, she realizes, steeling herself and placing one hand on the back of the lounge chair to steady herself while she throws one leg over Y/n’s waist and sits on her thighs.
Suddenly the hand caging Y/n in feels like too much and she blushes, dropping her hands to her lap. Y/n is smiling though and sets her hands on Firefly’s waist, toying with the sash of her robe. Firefly begins to play with the ends of it, like she’s about to untie it.
“Firefly?” Y/n bends so she’s looking up at the woman in her lap despite her looking down. “Is this my gift?”
The woman whines, face burning up more, and Y/n laughs as she places a kiss to her nose.
“How about I give you your gift first?”
Firefly’s brows furrow and she looks around. Y/n holds her steady with one hand and reaches down with the other. When she sits back up, Firefly’s breath catches in her throat.
“Do you want me to get down on one knee, or can we stay like this?”
“We can stay.”
Y/n smiles, teeth catching on her lower lip as she tries to keep it at bay. She takes Firefly’s left hand in hers and pops the little box open with her thumb.
“Firefly. There’s a lot I could say right now, and none of it would even come close to what I feel for you. So let me spend the rest of our lives and beyond, showing you.”
There’s a moment of silence, Firefly staring at the thin silver band on a velvet cushion between them.
“You didn’t ask the question,” Firefly mumbles. “You have to ask the question.”
“Firefly,” Y/n lets go over her hand and cups her chin, tilting her head up so that their eyes meet, “will you marry me?”
“Yes.”
The words had barely left her lips, a whisper even then, before Firefly surges forward and kisses Y/n. She cups the other woman’s chin, holding her tight, and Y/n laughs into it. Their teeth knock together and Y/n slides a hand into Firefly’s hair.
When they pull away panting, Y/n takes the ring from its cushion and picks Firefly’s left hand back up to slide it on. The band shines in the city night lights when she holds it up to the sky to examine it. Meanwhile Y/n wraps her arms around her waist and rests her chin on her collar bone to stare up at her. The sound of the city is so far below that the soft lapping of the pool’s waves almost drown it out.
Y/n closes her eyes, picturing a beach wedding. A white sandy beach and crystalline waves dressed in flowers and white furniture. Firefly would look stunning in whatever dress she chose. She opens her eyes, admiring the way Firefly is bathed in the reflection of the city lights, she looks stunning now.
Y/n slides her hands down Firefly’s sides and under the robe, soft smile morphing into a teasing grin at the thin lace that tickles her fingers. Firefly’s head snaps down, pulled back awkwardly to look at Y/n, and she looks like she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t be.
“Can I see my gift now?”
Firefly looks around frantically, like they’re not closer to the stars than the road.
“Inside. Please,” she whines, pushing lightly at Y/n’s elbows. “I feel so exposed.”
Y/n wraps her arms around Firefly’s knees and lifts her up, making her squeal. She swings her legs off the side of the chair and stands, taking Firefly with her, to carry her fiancee back inside. Firefly’s nails scratch at Y/n’s shoulders as she tries to hold on, giggling the whole way to the bedroom.
“My finacee is so pretty,” Y/n coos, and Firefly goes almost as red as her flames.
Firefly yelps as Y/n suddenly drops her on the edge of the bed. She falls back with the momentum, and Y/n is leaning over her before she can sit up. One knee is braced on the edge of the bed between Firefly’s legs, and her hands are braced on either side of her head.
“Now can I see my gift?”
Firefly pouts, embarrassed more than annoyed, and reaches for the tie at her waist.
“Back up. I went through a lot of trouble to pick this out, so you better let me show it off.”
Y/n scrambles back off the bed, laughing, and laces her hands behind her back while Firefly sits up. She stands up and slowly pulls the nice little bow undone. The robe shifts, opening just a bit, and Firefly toys with the hem.
Her face feels warm, and there’s a throbbing between her legs that makes her rub her thighs together. Behind her back, unbeknownst to Firefly, Y/n’s grip on her own fingers tightens in self-restraint. Firefly’s shyness was always adorable, but this was a special kind of embarrassment reserved only for her. The kind reserved for moments like this where they are, or will be, as bare as the day they were born. Where Firefly is on the verge of tears because she’s so sensitive and it’s all too much but she wouldn’t have it any other way.
Y/n is so focused on admiring the flush on Firefly’s face and the way her lashes flutter as she stares at the floor, that she almost misses the first slip of the robe. It falls off of one, seemingly bare shoulder, and Y/n swallows hard. She knows Firefly isn’t completely naked under the robe, she’d felt the lace on the lounge chair, but whatever she was wearing must have been thin to be covered by her hair.
Worst of all, she was still left with nothing but her imagination.
Firefly looks up at Y/n through her lashes and laughs. It’s a huff and then full body laughter as she takes in the hypnotized look on her girl- fiancee’s face. With the way her body shakes, the robe falls from her other shoulder until it’s cradled in her elbows.
When she opens her eyes, finally trying to catch her breath, she’s startled to find Y/n barely a step away. Her hands are hovering out in front of her, waiting to touch her. Firefly could tell her to back up again, insist on a little fashion show, but the thought makes her queasy with embarrassment. So instead she lets the robe drop to the floor and takes Y/n’s hands in hers, placing them on her hips.
“Do you like it?”
“It can stay on, right? I mean- yes! Yes, I like it. I love it. Please tell me it can stay on?” Y/n rambles, eyes flicking from the sliver of exposed abdomen to her boobs, to her eyes, and back to her boobs.
Firefly looks away and nods mumbling, “It can stay on.”
Then she places a hand on Y/n’s shoulder and pushes down, not that she could actually force Y/n to her knees like that but Y/n gets the hint. She sinks to one knee, pausing to take Firefly’s hand from her shoulder and kiss the ring before sinking all the way down to sit back on her calves. Y/n holds on to Firefly’s thighs, pulling them slightly apart and rests her forehead on the woman’s abdomen.
“So pretty,” Y/n mumbles, sliding her hands up to the hem to Firefly’s underwear. “Firefly?”
Her hands still, one finger brushing out across her folds and flicking her clit.
“Yes?”
Y/n looks up, chin digging into the firm muscle covered in thin lace.
“There’s no crotch on these panties.”
Firefly’s not really sure if that’s a statement or a question, but she chooses to answer it anyways.
“It was the only one that matched the bow,” she pouted, looking at the floor just behind Y/n.
A cheshire smirk spreads across Y/n’s face. “I don’t have to take this off, at all. Aeon's, it's like it’s my birthday.”
She buries her face into Firefly’s stomach, littering the skin with kisses before leaving a small nip just above the waist of her underwear. Then she uses her forehead to nudge Firefly back against the bed so that she’s sitting. Firefly leans back on her hands, and Y/n looks up through her lashes just in time to catch her eye as she places a trail of kisses over the front of Firefly’s underwear.
Firefly squirms, breath shuddering as she clings to the soft bed sheets.
Y/n kisses her clit, and Firefly’s thighs snap down around her head. She flicks her tongue over the bundle of nerves, making her whimper, and then moves further down to lick at her folds. Infrequent kitten licks turn into long licks with the flat of her tongue, tip poking into her twitching hole every so often. Firefly moans.
It’s too slow, and Firefly hates to rush Y/n but she can’t help herself from rocking down against her tongue. The muscles in her abdomen are strung high with tension, and at this rate she’ll find her way to a mildly unsatisfying orgasm. So she, reluctantly, releases the sheets and tries to push Y/n’s head away.
The fingers pressing into her thighs dig in until Y/n’s nails leave marks, making Firefly gasp. She can feel the smirk on Y/n’s face as the woman slides her tongue into her dripping hole, moaning when Firefly’s walls clamp down on her. Y/n presses forward, knocking Firefly off balance. The Stelleron Hunter falls back, gasping from both the stimulation and the way the air is knocked from her lungs.
Y/n pulls Firefly’s thighs further around her head and curls her tongue up.
“Please,” Firefly begs, voice edging into a sob, “please it’s not enough!”
She looks down, tears collecting on her lashes, and finds Y/n staring up at her. The woman pulls away with a wet smacking sound and licks her lips, panting heavily. Firefly’s cunt clenched at each puff of air, whining at her slowly receding orgasm.
“Don’t be like that,” Y/n cooed, standing up and pulling her shirt off.
Firefly pushes herself up on her elbows and moves further up the bed, stopping somewhere in the middle when Y/n grabs her ankle. Having removed her shorts, Y/n kneels on the edge of the bed and lifts Firefly’s ankle so she can kiss it. One kiss turns into two, and two turn into a trail up to the edge of the babydoll.
Once her nose brushes the lace fabric, she sits back on her calves. One hand takes Firefly’s left and places it over her heart as she leans down until their noses brush.
“Will you marry me?” She whispers, shifting so that she’s straddling Firefly.
“Yes.”
Y/n smiles and lowers herself down until her clit brushes the fabric of Firefly’s underwear. Her breath hitches, and then she rocks her hips back until she feels Firefly’s cooling arousal. Firefly gasps as their clits brush and her already fraying nerves are met with Y/n’s cool arousal.
“You’ll be my wife?”
Y/n rolls her hips, the walls of her cunt clenching around nothing, and lowers herself to her elbow. She closes her eyes to keep from straining them and takes in a shaky breath when Firefly rolls her hips back.
The metal of Firefly’s ring is cool against her skin, and her fingers trace the small stone inlaid.
“Yes.”
“Can you wear something-something like this, on our wedding night?” Y/n whispers, finding a steady rhythm to roll her hips with Firefly’s.
Firefly finally stops tracing Y/n’s blissed out features and lets her own eyelids flutter shut. Her unoccupied hand cups the back of Y/n’s head, holding her close.
“Mhm. AH!” Y/n jerks her hips forward suddenly before returning to her steady pace. “I’m gonna-”
“Get another pair of crotchless panties, please,” Y/n begs, rolling her hips a little faster.
“Wh-why?” Firefly pants.
“So, so many reasons.”
Y/n leans down to rest her forehead against Firefly’s collarbone, and then tilts her head up again to kiss at her neck. Firefly’s nails scratch at her neck and she lets out a shaky breath as the knot in her own gut tightens. Her movements become erratic, and Firefly tries to get a word out but it’s useless.
Sputtered syllables turn into incoherent moans, and Y/n lets out a breathless laugh as Firefly claws at her chest and neck. Her hips spasm as she cums, soaking Y/n’s cunt in her release.
The added lubrication makes her movements smoother, and Y/n gasps while Firefly continues to shudder beneath her. She whines, squirming underneath her and accidentally adding to her overstimulation. Firefly’s head falls back further into the bed as her back arches and her feet scramble for purchase.
“I wanna slip off to the bathroom like we did at that art thing, and I wanna hide out on the balcony like we did when we had to share that safe house with everyone.”
A choked whine escapes Y/n’s throat as she finally cums, movements turning erratic and slowing down. She collapses against Firefly, their chests pressing together and trapping their hands between them. They can feel Firefly’s ring digging into their chests, and it brings a small smile to both of their lips.
“Think you can go again?” Y/n mumbles, pressing gentle kisses to Firefly’s shoulder.
“Can you?” Y/n whines, and it’s Firefly’s turn to laugh. “My finacee’s been working so hard, she deserves a good sleep.”
Firefly can feel her lips curl into a smile against her skin as Y/n hums.
“I should be saying that to you. Let me wash your hair at least, then we can sleep.”
“You know the… lingerie, has to come off, right?”
Y/n giggles, poking Firefly’s nose as she whispers, “So cute. I think I’ll live, but this isn’t the last time you’re wearing it.”
Firefly laughs, nuzzling the finger against her nose.
hi, good day to you, miss! uhm, can you put these as firefly hcs?
SFW
- firefly being the type of girlfriend that will constantly shower you with her affection whenever she can
NSFW
- firefly being gentle and caring towards you as she pounds her cock into you
Transfem!Firefly SFW and NSFW Headcanons !
cw: mentions of sam, softswitch!firefly, consensual sex, firefly has a cock, men and homophobes dni.
pairing(s): firefly x fem!reader
a/n: good day to you, too, anon! I hope this satisfies you <33
SFW
whenever firefly has the chance, she would hug you from behind because she loves to see how you’d react to her advances.
most of the time, she gets shy whenever she initiates physical touch, as she’s used to you initiating them. however, she recovers as soon as she sees the way you react to them, so she’d get a confidence boost.
she’d be the type to ask you for cuddles, too! she loves being in your arms. <3
either big spoon or small spoon, it depends if you want to be either, she doesn’t mind!
if you sit on her lap without warning, expect to hear a small squeak from her as her face gets so red from how sudden it was.
she quickly recovers though, as she wraps her arms around you while pulling you close. she would hide her blushing face into your hair afterwards.
she loves to kiss you on your cheek or the corner of your lips to see how you’d react. if you get all flustered, then she will kiss you on your lips. at some moments, I can see her getting just as flustered as you.
if you feel insecure about yourself, she immediately reassures you as she showers you with kisses and whispers praises in your ear until you feel better.
she always does her best to show you how much she loves you <33
nsfw under the cut! read at your own risk.
firefly is absolutely gentle in bed.
NSFW
however, when she gets all riled up, she will go rough on you WITH your consent. she doesn’t want you to get uncomfortable. consent is sexy.
if you’re lucky enough, she might even fuck you as sam.
she’s slow and gentle with you but she couldn’t help but to thrust her cock into you deeper and faster if you keep moaning her name with that flushed, desperate face of yours.
she would always ask you if you’re okay, if the pace is okay for you, if it’s too much for you, if you want more, etc etc.
she prefers to prioritize your pleasure rather than her own so she always asks if you’re close so she could get you to cum faster.
on days she feels needy and wants to be taken care of, she shyly asks you to take the lead, like riding on her cock. she’d get all whiny if you tried to tease her.
if she’s too needy, she switches positions, having you on your back instead and pounds her cock into you with an urgent pace, her eyes never leaving your face.
firefly would tell you to use the safe word if she’s being too much.
during aftercare, she gets gentler with you and whispers praises into your ear, telling you how well you take her.
she cuddles you close and waits for you to fall asleep. when you do, she takes her time to admire your peaceful face and falls asleep right after <33
Stumbling upon the Salesman playing his game after missing your train, and after watching for a while you ask to play next.
Guards
Parapet*
A private in moment in a public place, just out of sight you're on your knees for a guard.
Alcove*
Playing the games is all stress and terror until you trip on the stairs, then its even worse, or is it?
Solution* [New dec 17]
The soldiers are frustrated, one square has got a solution, Her.
Jurassic Park
Ian Malcolm
Last Moments?~ Part 2*
injuries getting in the way? quite the opposite
X-Files
Fox Mulder
Mail Mix-up*
Mulder gets your delivery and is just a little creative with decoration while getting it back to you.
Quirks~
Dana wants some advice about dealing with certain quirks of Mulder's, unluckily for her the only other person who could understand wasn't really ever going to be much help.
Cutting Lunch... Short?*
Coming back early from lunch was a choice. A tension snapping HR nightmare of a choice.
Peacemaker
Adrian Chase
Mural*
All you wanted to do was decorate the side of your house, but Vigilante does not tolerate graffiti.
Sir Coolius~
Adrian's new/old Facebook friend could be a bot, could be blackmail... or they could just be really going for it.
Northern Exposure
Chris Stevens
Bed of Grass*
When you arrived in Cicely you ended up in his arms now seasons later the grass is much longer but that's the least interesting change.
Farmer's Market*
Chris' stall has a new and insufferable product for sale, your copy is free and comes with some... bonuses.
Bridgerton
Benedict Bridgerton
Brush Name*
The new gallery space was open, and under everyone's noses a local artist was featured and studied by a enthused debutante.
Ted Lasso
Ted Lasso
Railroading and Ruin~
Ted finally hears your initial thoughts about him almost a decade later, too bad he is really out of the loop in regards to certain slang.
Firefly
Simon Tam
All The Luck In The Verse~
A bounty hunter seeming lost adrift in space runs into an old friend and wastes no time before flirting with the handsome doctor.
The Quack~
reader is an herbalist medic picked up by the team that constantly butts heads with Simon over how wounds should be treated.
The Quack Pt2*
Things get heated...
SAS: Rogue Heroes
Jim Almonds
Thighs In The Desert*
He truly is such a gentleman, even as he's got you so close to where he wants you.
911
Evan 'Buck' Buckley
Come where?~
Buck was never great with typos. You were never that great at making jokes. Thank God!
Ghostbusters-CU
Lars Pinfield
Nothing yet
DC
Dick Grayson
The Mysteries Of Dick Grayson~
“Now as far as I know this rooftop is neither yours nor in a city you have sworn to protect. So what, pray tell is a little birdie doing up here in the dead of night?”
Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, temperature play (duh), light bondage, blindfolds, hot oil, fingering
Notes: I had the most HELLISH day ever, but writing this was fun fr, enjoy the fic!!!!
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You wait there in trepidation, shrouded in darkness. The blindfold sits fixedly on your face. You lean forward, hands tied above your head. Excitement and dread lingers around you as you hear the gravelly chuckle of Garfield Lynns
“Feelin’ restless?” He asks, teasingly, from across the room.
“Let’s cut the shit,” you reply, keeping your voice low to hide any signs of anticipation. “What’ve you got planned?”
Your ears perk up as you hear something being placed on the table. The familiar click of a lighter being lit fills your mind with any possibilities of what you may be in for. However, with Garfield Lynns, anything having to do with fire was always a guarantee, sexually or otherwise.
“Now, sweetheart,” he drawls. “If I told you the plan, that would ruin all the fun.”
His voice sounds closer to you now, much more so than it sounded before. You can’t pinpoint how close until you feel his scarred hands trailing up and down your sides. His touch is slow, which is surprisingly different for him, catching you off guard. Garfield was always very rough with you, to feel him touching you slowly, sensually was a little unsettling, but certainly not unwelcome.
“Fine,” you sigh openly, “don’t tell me, just know that I’ll be able to take whatever you have to throw at me,” You huff. You want to say more, going on about whatever hell (or heaven) that Garfield wants to put you through will be something that you will be able to take, but the words are lost on you when you find ally discover what he was hearing that bowl for.
The hot oil, borderline scalding, causes you to tense up, shuddering as it hits your skin. You let out a restrained moan as his hands glide over your nipples, extremely hot and wildly sensitive. His hands linger around that area, groping you, feeling up every region that Garfield knew would make you squirm.
“You were saying?” He playfully comes back. You can’t see his face, but judging by his voice, you can already tell that Garfield is going to have a good time tormenting you.
“F-fuck,” you stammer. “Don’t tease.” Before you can thinking of any witty comebacks, a strangled whine escapes your lips as more hot massage oil pools in between the crevices of your shoulder blades. With even the smallest of movements, the small amount of oil welling in each curve began to drip down your back, cascading in a fiery waterfall of delicious agony.
The added simulation of the heat and Garfield’s ministrations to your sensitive flesh sent a spike of arousal down to your sex. Garfield’s hands began to trail down your body, lower and lower. Being in such a vulnerable position allowed him to much more easily have access to the parts of your body you wouldn’t so easily let anyone feel up, but god, if it didn’t feel so fucking good.
As his hands sneak their way into the waistband of your underwear, you feel yourself become almost boneless at your aching core, knees shaking, becoming more drenched not only with the oil, but with your fluids.
“You ready for it?” Garfield asks, voice low and husky.
“Please, touch me,” you nod your head frantically, almost pleadingly.
“I should almost not, you know, just because you talked such a big talk,” you can feel the breath of his voice, dancing across the back of your neck and into your ear. “But I can hardly resist…” his hand is now directly on your arousal, making you shudder from the drastic temperature change, stroking you slowly, gathering any fluids that were dripping down. “… I love it when you squirm for me.”
You clench your legs together, desperate for any friction from the excruciatingly slow simulation Garfield may have been giving you.
“Easy now,” he hushes. “I want this to be a slow burn.” His hands now teases over a particularly sensitive area, causing you to buck into his hand. He tsks at you, who does not seem to be catching his drift. “From just a small little candle, will soon evolve into a towering inferno…” you can feel him tease around your entrance. “…Engulfing you with heat, feeling nothing but the scorching…” his fingers slip inside you. “…Scalding…” fucking you steadily. “…Smoldering…” you cry out a shameless whine, his fingers hitting you exactly where you ache. “…Fire, transforming you until you have nothing left but to…” the friction is driving you wild. Garfield’s touches are leaving you breathless so close to the edge. His fingers curl within you, leaving you to writhe through your orgasm. “…explode.”
Pulling off the blindfold, you’re greeted with the sadistic grin of Garfield Lynns. He stares at you, expectantly, bowl of hot oil in hand. By the look of it, your heated escapades surely aren’t finished. You can only wonder what else is possibly in store for you.
