#«roxy's drabbles»

[ak319]

Lovesick Rich Gf x Fem gp reader

(Headcanon #2)

II Scenarios based, contains implied sexual themes and fluff II

"Where you off to, baby?" Roxi's voice rang out as she watched you shut the fridge door, a choco bar already halfway to your mouth. She eyed you suspiciously as you took a bite, clearly enjoying the sweet treat.

"Nothing, just Teddy called me, for a hangout," you mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate.

"And?" Her tone had an edge to it now, and you could feel her eyes boring into you.

You stopped chewing and flopped down beside her on the sofa, trying to seem casual. "And what?" You forced a grin, glancing past her at the perfect view of the beach outside the window, hoping to change the subject. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.

Roxi’s brows furrowed, and her expression turned from suspicious to outright annoyed. "Are you serious? We have a dinner with Mommy and Daddy."

Oh.

Shit.

You.

Had.

Forgotten.

"Um--"

"And they invited us a week ago!" Her voice grew louder, her frustration bubbling over as she leaned closer, her finger jabbing your chest lightly with each word.

You gulped, adjusting your hoodie as if that might shield you from the heat of her glare. "I know, I know. I just--forgot, alright?"

Roxi's eyes narrowed, her tone growing sharper and almost mocking. "Really? You are bullshitting right now. We talked about it yesterday!"

Right, after that long session when you were too tired to even reply. Of course, that's when she chose to bring up the most important stuff. Always.

You winced at the accusation, knowing she had a point. “Look, I swear, it just slipped my mind! Teddy called last minute, and I thought-”

She cut you off, her lips curling into a dangerously sweet smile as she leaned even closer, practically nose-to-nose with you now. “You thought what, exactly? That I wouldn’t notice if you ditched our dinner for some bro time?”

You tried to keep your cool, offering a weak smile. "Roxi, come on. You know I’d rather be with you. Look, I'm sorry, but I’ll be back before that. Like at 6. It's literally 2 right now."

She let out a sigh, a sure sign she was agreeing, but the hint of a pout on her lips told you she was still upset.

"C'mon, darling. Don’t be like that." You leaned in closer, flashing a playful smile. "Now be a good girl and send me off with a kiss."

She huffed and got up, moving toward the balcony. This was going to be tough.

You followed her, wrapping your arms around her from behind. This time, she spoke, but her words weren’t directed at you, they were for the life growing inside her.

"Your mom has clearly shown where her priorities lie."

"Roxi--how can you even say that?! Look at me." You spun her around, but she refused to meet your eyes.

"Roxi. I’m dead serious. Look. At. Me."

She met your gaze, her expression blank. "You know that’s not true. I work hard for you, for our future, and for our baby-"

"Work isn't the only way to show you care, y'know. There's attention, there's time, there's..." Her voice cracked as she started to sniffle, and your hold on her arms loosened.

"God, Roxi, I am---trying my best here...and I know sometimes I'm just not-"

She cut you off with a small nod. "No, I know. You’re doing so much, and of course, Daddy keeps you busy. I know it's tough and you know how he is but... I just sometimes miss the old you..."

She trailed off, her voice barely a whisper. She missed the time when you served only her before everything became so complicated. And deep down, you missed it too, your simple ass job. You felt like you were caught between two worlds, one where her father demanded the best from you, and one where you were her girlfriend. And now, the unexpected addition to your lives only made things more complicated.

It’s not like you regret any of it. You love her with all your heart, but sometimes you just need a break from all of this. Because she isn’t the only one who misses the way things used to be, you do too. Being rich and being with the rich is not as easy as it seems. There’s so much you have to be careful of, both professionally and personally. And then there’s your own family, who needs your time too. But spending time with her parents will always be a challenge to you, especially her father. God, he loved to give you a hard time.

"I love you, baby, I always will." You held her hand, pressing a kiss to the spot where the ring rested, letting your lips linger against her skin. She melted into you, immediately wrapping her arms around your neck, bringing her forehead to rest against yours.

"I love you too, my baby. Forever."

Without breaking the moment, you scooped her up in a bridal style and carried her over to the couch. The phone buzzed on the coffee table, Teddy’s name flashed on the screen. But right now, that didn't matter. You couldn't leave her like this, still in the haze of emotions from your conversation.

"Imma cuddle you to death for, I would say, 30 minutes, if that's alright, madame."

She let out a soft giggle as you laid her down on the spacious, cozy couch, settling beside her. "When has that ever been wrong?"

You grinned, nestling against her warmth. "By the way, Ava called, and she wants to meet up too, a couple’s date, y'know."

"Ava... as in Arlo's girlfriend?" Your eyes flickered with curiosity, and she nodded, knowing the memories those names stirred. Arlo and Ava are her old friends from high school. Arlo, now an F1 driver, and Ava, his lively partner, quickly took to you when you were introduced at Arlo's race.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you free next weekend?" she asked, her fingers tracing patterns on your chest. You considered it, then shrugged subtly.

"Maybe... I can't say for sure as of now, but-"

"No ifs or buts." She interrupted you, sliding herself closer, her lips just a breath away from yours. "Now you will be. Sunday’s cool." Her fingers brushed along the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

You felt a smirk tug at your lips as you leaned in, your voice low against her ear. "But what if I had other plans?"

Her gaze sharpened, and she arched a brow. "Cancel them. You can’t seriously think I’d let you spend your Sunday anywhere else when I’m right here." She punctuated her words with a teasing kiss on your jawline, her lips warm against your skin.

"Even if I had plans with Teddy?" You teased, watching the way her eyes narrowed slightly, her possessiveness slipping through.

She huffed, her hands sliding down your chest with just enough pressure to make your breath catch. "Oh, Teddy can wait. Tell him you’re busy... and I’m sure I can convince you to stay." Her lips grazed yours, teasingly slow, sending heat flooding through you.

You couldn't resist her--never could. Not when she was like this, a mix of playful and demanding, a glint of mischief in her eyes. And damn right, Roxi is well aware of this. With one swift movement, you reached over and silenced your phone, tossing it aside. "Teddy who?" you murmured against her lips, pulling her closer, your hands slipping under the hem of her shirt.

She laughed softly, her voice dropping to a whisper as her lips brushed yours again. "That’s what I thought, babe. Now, you’re all mine."

And as your mouth met hers, you both knew there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

・❥・

The evening starts with a romantic drive. You’ve convinced her that it’s just a regular date night, but as you drive her to your destination, she notices you’re taking a different route towards the beach. Roxi, ever curious, raises an eyebrow.

“Babe, where are we going?” she asks, looking out at the setting sun turning the sky shades of orange and pink.

You flash her a sly smile, keeping your gaze on the road. “You’ll see. Just trust me.”

You pull up to a secluded area by the beach, where the waves crash gently against the shore. Roxi steps out, and as she takes in the scene, she spots a path lined with lanterns and rose petals leading down to a private section of the beach. She glances back at you, her expression softening with a mix of curiosity and affection.

Guiding her by the hand, you lead her down the lit path. At the end, there’s a beautifully set-up picnic blanket, surrounded by flickering candles. It’s simple, yet filled with little details she loves, her favourite chocolate, the soft music of her favourite band playing from a hidden speaker, and a cosy setup with pillows to lounge on.

She sinks down onto the blanket, giggling as she sees her favourite flowers on display. “You really went all out, didn’t you?”

You sit beside her, your heart racing as you pour her a glass of a drink. “Only the best for you, Roxi.”

The two of you spend the next hour talking, laughing, and enjoying the sunset together, the conversation flowing effortlessly like always. But as twilight descends, your nerves kick in. You take a deep breath, glancing at her with a tender smile.

“I have one more surprise,” you say, your voice a little shaky. You stand up, and she tilts her head in confusion as you reach into your jacket pocket. Her eyes widen when she sees the small velvet box in your hand.

You drop to one knee, taking her hand in yours. For a moment, the world seems to slow, the sound of the ocean fading into the background.

“Roxi,” you begin, your voice steady but filled with emotion, “I’ve loved every single moment with you. From our lazy weekends to our spontaneous adventures, to those little fights about nothing that make us laugh five minutes later. You make every day better more beautiful, more vibrant, just like you are.”

Her eyes glisten, a soft smile playing at her lips, but she’s holding her breath, waiting for what’s next. What she had been dying to hear from you the moment she met you has finally come true!

“You’ve shown me what it means to love and be loved, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me. And now, you’re giving me the greatest gift, our little one, a part of you and me, our little baby. I know in my heart that they’re going to be so lucky, so blessed, to have you as their mother. They’ll grow up with your strength, your warmth, and that beautiful heart of yours. And I can’t wait to see the way your eyes light up when you hold them, the same way they do whenever you look at me. I want to build this future with you, with our little family. Roxi, will you marry me?”

She’s already tearing up, her hand covering her mouth, and for a second, you feel the world hanging in the balance. Then she laughs a sweet, joyful sound and nods, her eyes sparkling.

“Yes! Yes, of course, I will!” she says, practically launching herself into your arms, almost knocking you over. You catch her, both of you falling into the sand as you hold each other tightly, her lips meeting yours in a deep, breathless kiss.

When you pull back, still holding her close, you slip the ring onto her finger. It glimmers in the candlelight, but not nearly as much as her smile as she admires it. “You did good, babe,” she whispers against your lips, giving you a teasing smile.

"Anything for you, darling."

[dad-sun-and-moon]

Freddy loved having late night conversations with all of his friends, even though they often times went off the rails. Oh, well. He loved them all more than anything.

[acidxinxwonderland]

before the show

Roxanne Wolf x GN!Reader drabble (NSFW)

MINORS DNI!

It's 4 am, what am I doing with my life lol

Kind of opened ended if she has a dick or a strap that stimulates her. You can decide! Enjoy!

"Keep your eyes on me." Roxy growled as she thrusted inside of you with little to no mercy.

Your vision was blurred from tears of overstimulation as you stare up at her with pleading eyes. You unabashedly moan into the large hand that covered your mouth, securing your legs around her waist as she lowly grunted with every push and pull of her hips.

"C'mon Rockstar, I know you can take it." Her voice was low, not wanting anyone outside of the small closet to hear what she was doing to you. Because you were hers, she leaves no doubt in your mind with the way she uses you so frequently.

"Don't I make you feel so good? Love when I fuck you hard?" Her words come out as growls, leaning in closer as simulated huffs leave her voice box. Her hand leaves your mouth without warning, giving you the space to answer her question.

"Y-yes," You voice is broken, wavering as you tried your best to keep your voice hushed. "Love it s'much, l-love when you use me." You are in shambles, your body trembling as her hips stuttered from your words.

Roxy chuckles darkly, satisfied with your answer. "I know you do babydoll, because who wouldn't go crazy for this?" Despite the brutal fucking, her muzzle brushes against your lips in the form of a kiss. "But only you get this, only you. My number one, my perfect Rockstar- ah." With one final thrust she reaches her climax, and so do you.

You bite your bottom lip so hard you're worried you tore skin as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed down upon you, head bashing against the wall behind you as you convulse around her.

"There we go." She sighs out, clearly satisfied with ruining you before her big show. "Melted the stress right away." She pulls out of you with a satisfying pop, making you whine from the loss.

Roxy pulls your pants up and soothes out your hair before placing a kiss against your forehead. "Thanks baby doll. You did a good job." You melt from the praise, something she was getting better at every time. "You'll be there for the show right?" Her voice had that small hint of doubt, ensuring your eyes would be on hers while she performed. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." You breathe out. As soon as you give the reassurance you notice the slight wag of her tail.

"Perfect!" She says once she puts herself away. "Love ya, see you after the show." With a wink she leaves you in the closet, allowing you a chance to recover.

There's a smile on your lips, enjoying the way your legs trembled. You knew exactly what was going to happen once she was done performing.

[xemily-similex]

Mechanic VS Glamrocks

It's dark and damp where you are cornered, the only light you can actually see with coming from the bright overhead light in the protective cylinder. Your breathing is quick, and your pulse quickens. You thought that working with the Glamrocks would be fun. Cool, even. This is something from straight out of your nightmares.

Three of the main four have you surrounded in Parts and Service. Roxy and Chica are standing guard on either side of the door to the cylinder, but the angry green gator is the one that has you trapped here. Freddy is nowhere to be seen, but you know if the fatherly tempered bear was here, you wouldn't be subjected to this!

You wipe the sweat forming on your brow and squirm. You just wish for this, this torture to end!

"Monty, please!" Your plead and it falls on deaf ears… microphone? Whatever the animatronics use to hear with. You could almost cry. The unshed tears of strife were stinging, and threatening to fall, but you had just enough pride to keep them at bay…for now.

You couldn't keep doing this, you couldn't take it!

Monty looks at you cruelly and bellows a laugh that echoes within the metal of his casing and the cylinder itself, amused by your apparent discomfort. Chica and Roxanne are cackling at your expense, as if your pain were funny to them. It probably was, thinking about it. They wouldn't have been so amused otherwise, you think to yourself.

You're getting to a point where you are uncomfortable. You thought the Glamrocks were supposed to be nice. Kind. Cared about the feelings of others. The treatment you're getting now is nothing short of cruelty, of barbaric-ness, of insanity!

It was like they had all gone mad, and their only objective was to kill you.

Monty blasts Take Me On louder from his speaker. You bite your lip.

"This is so stupid! You always pick the songs I can't resist!" You whine, your arms elbow deep in robotic gator guts. He had fallen, again, into the marsh in Gator Golf and had filled up with dirty, disgusting water. Monty was now propped up on the huge chair in the protective cylinder and you were doing your damnedest to dry him out and save him from any lasting water damage.

"Go ahead, Mechanic, you're gonna lose anyway." Monty says cockily with a laugh.

You and the Glamrocks were playing the usual game of 'IF YOU SING OR DANCE ALONG TO THIS SONG, YOU LOSE A KIDNEY!'. Except no actual kidneys are in danger. Only your pride.

"You're getting a free show, stop complaining so much." Roxy quips after she rights herself. She begins primping, fluffing her fluffy white hair and using the glass of the cylinder like a mirror. She began effectively ignoring everyone in favor of admiring her reflection, losing her amusement in anything outside of herself.

Chica squawks loudly after a couple minutes, and flaps her arms like her real life counterpart, knocking over cans of oil, paint and air duster, startling everyone. "Ohh! Oh, Monty play this one, play this one!" She stills, sending him a link through the animatronic only network, you assume. It was the only time they go unnaturally still like that, unless they are charging or powered off. You just got done checking over Chica, so you know she had full battery and no cause to just randomly turn off at the drop of a hat.

Monty nods, wicked smile forming on his minimally moving maw. You don't think you're going to like what's to come.

Music and theatre have always been your thing. You were still a theatre kid at heart, dramatic and over the top, and you sung like a canary, especially when you were alone, down in Parts and Service by yourself, flittering around after closing. Trying not to disturb the public with your 'off tune screeching' as Moon liked to call it.

You would just belt out whatever song was wracking around in your brain. It was almost like you had a playlist in your head, cocked and loaded for you to pick and choose from. The Glamrocks, on stage and off, have only added to your growing list. You still love it though, and it's one of your favorite things about working with literal rockstars.

It's also you're least favorite.

Even if you don't really know a certain song, if it has a good enough beat, you kind of have to just vibe with it. It puts you in the mind of Freddy and his programming to jam out on DJ Music Man's dancefloor. You have joked that you have the same programming.

Did that mean you were any good at it? Absolutely not. You admit, you are mid at best. Try telling your heart that, though. You heart believed itself to be a rockstar of the same caliber you're working on.

So now, you were wiggling in place, trying to stay still and stay focused while getting the water out of Monty's deep chest, and dry out his wiring before he started short circuiting. That meant very delicate work, which meant that you had to take your time which meant that your head had to be next to his speaker, where he could blast every song you loved and you wouldn't be able to get away, lest leaving him to rust.

You flex and curl your toes and do controlled breathing to try and work through it.

You were a third of the way done by the time he finds the next song.

"Damned copyrights." Monty curses while the song loads. He, along with all the animatronics, are hooked up to the Plex's WIFI and can access any music streaming app there is. The only catch is that they may access any music but can't play any music. Labels being afraid of the Band stealing songs for their shows or something. So, Monty had to go and find some unofficial lyric video or fan-imation project so he could play the song.

You start to laugh, calming down enough to effectively work. "Yeah, you almost had me the-"

Careless Whisper plays. Loudly.

You scream. You cry. You gag. You beg.

You lose yourself to the tune of Careless Whisper. Twice.

You slam Monty's chest plate shut. It took you an hour and a half to finish a twenty minute job. You are still a little bit proud of yourself, given such harsh working conditions.

The Glamrocks go to leave, filing out one-by-one and you go about cleaning up your mess. Monty pops his head back into the cylinder. "Hey, Mechanic, you want some singin' lessons? You were a lil' flat back 'ere." You throw the shop towel in your hand at the gator. He catches it flawlessly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever! Don't try to fall into the swamp water next time." You quip with a smile.

The towel hits you in the back of the head forcefully enough to knock you forward.

[laurasauras]

for tha drabbles: rose and roxy havin a tea party :3

ROSE: Please tell me that the milk in the jug is not the kitten milk I saw in your fridge. ROXY: lmao no thats just for our guests ROXY: bein a good host means not givin cats the shits just coz they look cute af at a tea party ROSE: I think I may take my tea black anyway. ROXY: ur hat is supes presh btdubs ROSE: Thank you. Fashion is worth prioritising over one’s ability to easily navigate doorways. ROXY: how many of these tiny cakes do u think i can fit in my mouth? ROSE: Four? ROXY: i got a bigass mouth rosie prepare to be impressed

[thrilmalia]

Drabble advent calendar: Door 4

"When I was young, my family would go on a long ride through the snow on Boxing Day," Harry had said.

Nowadays, Roxy didn't know how secure he would feel riding a horse, one-eyed and out of practice. Not to mention the unexpectedly heavy snowfall around the cabin they were staying at. But Roxy didn't give up easily.

"Where are you leading me?" Harry laughed, walking blindfolded through the snow.

Once the blindfold came off, all the effort of organising a horse sleigh to the middle of nowhere was worth it when Harry looked like a child on Christmas Day.

@ess-jay-oh @agentdagonet @killer-kelp

[diddlybob900]

dirk strider crafting a flesh homunculus to test if his homemade estrogen works to send to roxy

[arachnidiots]

liam , i'll tell you when you get your soft, italicized "oh."

THE LATE NIGHT TALK

oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy… it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed.

tagged by : @morteuse @danversiism / tagging : @mcmorare @osb7 @stcrgirl @hellsputina

[psycheterminal]

Calliope and Roxy, possible post-canon discussion

Non-explicit discussion of intimacy and intercourse below and brief mention of alcohol addiction. Cut for length.

I haven't read any of their dialogues for quite some time, so apologies if their characterizations are a bit off!

CALLIOPE: does it ever bother yoU that well. we'll never be intimate? ROXY: what do u even mean haha ROXY: we like ROXY: cuddle every single day!! it is COMPLETELY wonderful. CALLIOPE: bUt that isn't hUman intimacy. we'll never... yoU know... do the deed? ROXY: oh, that. you mean. sex? CALLIOPE: yes, i mean that! well. we do roleplay it... ROXY: hmmmmm. so, let me make sure i understand what youre worried about: ROXY: youre worried that roleplay and cuddling ROXY: which is the most awesome thing ever ROXY: isn't enough for me? CALLIOPE: oh, i sUppose it soUnds silly now. nevermind, i'm jUst being stUpid.... U_U ROXY: u are wonderful and not even a little bit dumb at ALL ROXY: you remember how i mentioned that i grew up in another 'timezone' from jake and jane right CALLIOPE: oh yes, yoU did! yoU were raised separately from the rest of yoUr kind! ROXY: yep yep ROXY: the only other person in the WORLD was dirk and he was busy with jake stuff. ROXY: that and lots of troll robots who would have been a huge problem if they found me CALLIOPE: yoU mentioned that yoU are rather glad to not be in that sitUation anymore, many times! i am, too! ROXY: u are and always have been so so sweet ROXY: so i know that you consider yourself a girl but that gender for ur species is uh ROXY: negotiable and stuff on gender. CALLIOPE: close enoUgh! ^U^ ROXY: i find ever1 cute ROXY: *every1 ROXY: every time i see u again after being apart u take my breath away ROXY: with how much u amaze me just by being you ROXY: ur shy, ur not what my people call feminine but like ROXY: i only care about that to the extent that those things make u YOU ROXY: now prepare for this mind blowing revelation ROXY: i love cuddles. no surprise right? ROXY: but the idea of like. ROXY: being intimate with another human being makes me go like ROXY: mehhhhhhhhhhhhhh ROXY: maybe that doesn't make sense but like ROXY: i totally don't think about it 90% of the time CALLIOPE: bUt the other 10%? what about that? how does it coloUr your experiences? ROXY: i had to rely on old records of humans to understand how it worked ROXY: bcuz I'd never experienced those things and never met my mom ROXY: she died so long before we could even meet ROXY: so I couldn't ask her abt shit i was curious about ROXY: it's part of why i am such a badass hacker lol ROXY: but one thing from before the end was something called bambi lesbians ROXY: i don't think i need a label because they are LE DUMB ROXY: but they weren't interested in sex ROXY: my intimacy is my feelings! and the awesome cuddles ROXY: i think about it sometimes but like ROXY: its more that i am not opposed if i had the opportunity with a friend or partner so long as all involved were ok with it! ROXY: i am not repulsed just disinterested ROXY: you are enough calliope! CALLIOPE: i am enoUgh....? ROXY: yeah!!! we're two rad people enjoying our lives ROXY: that's all i really need ROXY: you talk to me and you treat me right ROXY: you came to me when you were feeling insecure and that is so amazing ROXY: my addiction was something i felt terrible abt sometimes and ROXY: it was HARD ROXY: not to get down on myself about it!!! ROXY: so i can understand feeling like shit about urself ROXY: so i am telling u ROXY: u are enough and i am enough ROXY: so long as we keep working at our relationship! CALLIOPE: thank you, roxy. i always appreciate yoU and what we have. i am so glad we finally got to meet. ROXY: so am i!!! let's get some more cuddling in bcuz you are the best cuddle partner a bambi bisexual lesbean can have!

[roxy-m-drawzz]

Rahh sorry disappeared for a bit lolz

I will bring more ATHF soon

Also how do y'all do it to ask for art trades/requests man, I'm too anxious for that 😔💔 (this is a silly dw, love y'all besties!)

Here's some random doodles I've done that r unrelated

[royalseacrets]

This royal Peixes had found herself, for the first time in what felt like forever, with her arms pinned above her head and legs trapped between another one's legs. The look upon her face was one of submission, but not entirely as there was still a hint of defiance left in her eyes. She tested the strength of their hold of her wrists. Wriggling and bucking up against them. They were strong, not faltering in their hold of her. In fact, her resistance only caused them to grip onto her wrists even tighter.

It excited her to no end that she had been overpowered. Which was made apparent on her cheeks, as their fuchsia colour intensified, along with the heavier breathing now coming from her. Her large breasts heaved up and down, squishing up against their chest. Her hips were ever so slightly moving, desperate for her slick and now throbbing cunt to rub against a hand. A cock. Anything really.

Not yet would she be rewarded with anything to rub against. She whimpered and whined as her legs were forced apart one at a time, only for her warmth to be met with cold air. Her needy sounds were of no use. She had to say the magic words. Admit her defeat. It didn't matter how much she tried to squirm against them or what else she'd say.

Once she'd finally start to utter those words they would reward her by starting to rub her slit and clit with their hard member. Slowly, up and down it went. Teasing her hole and coating it with her juices, getting their cock lubed up for entry. The movement spurred her on to finish telling them exactly who owns her and what she really was. A whore. A slut. A cocksleeve. Theirs to use as they please.

A sudden gasp stopped her mid sentence. Their tip had been pushed inside, spreading and splitting her glistening pink lips apart. Her hips moved up against, eager to swallow every inch of them. She wanted it buried deep within her and she wanted it now. So very desperate to have her hole filled up. Of course, since she hadn't finished telling them all about how she was theirs, they slid the tip back out, leaving an even more aching hole behind.

With one hand they kept hold of both her wrists and moved the other to her throat. With a firm grip under the chin they forced her to meet their eyes again as they commanded her to say it. She didn't need to be told twice. The words came out easily. Far too easy for her to admit. It would have embarrassed her greatly if she hadn't been so high on lust in the moment.

Pleased to hear her fully submit herself to them, degrading herself just for the chance to be fucked by someone of a lower rank, they would release her wrists to once more guide their cock to her entrance. Still keeping a hold of her throat they finally pushed inside, not stopping until fully sheathed within the royal cunt. The former heiress moaned loudly in turn with a smile on her plump lips. Finally, the aching void had been filled. She would not waste any more time and started happily begging for them to fuck her and use her as they pleased.

With one swift move they released her throat and moved her legs up against their torso, feet on their shoulders and hands firmly gripping onto her hips as they began to thrust hard and deep. Each stroke made her moan louder and louder. Waves of pleasure washed over her, coaxing her further and further toward the edge of her own climax.

The sound of thighs slapping and her soaking wet pussy being used filled the room alongside her desperate whimpers. That and the constant tight squeezing around their cock clued them in on her incoming orgasm. Not yet allowed to cum though, they slowed down almost to a stop. Feferi's whines were much more desperate than before and immediately started to beg and plead for more.

They bent forward, folding her legs over herself til her own feet were on either side of her head. They would hold onto her thighs, pressing her legs down and slowly start to fuck her deeper than before. She'd utter a thank you with each thrust in between the whimpers til they got too quick and all she could do was lay there, taking their cock like the good slut she was.

She would cum many times, completely drenching herself and them with her fuschia coloured squirt. Always thanking them for using her and letting her cum. Eventually she'd be so lost in her own pleasure she'd lose track of time and space. Until it was all done and her sore legs finally got let down to rest. Her hole over-filled with their genetic material, spilling out onto the covers and the floor. She was going to need to spend some time cleaning up after this but that was not on her mind. There was no thought. The only thing to do was rest.

[reactivatedrockstar]

😢 (Me finding Bonnie crying?)

Random Symbol Meme (Accepting!)

Bonnie wasn't much of a crier. That much was pretty common knowledge. He almost always had such a positive upbeat outlook and attitude about almost everything that the few times his closest friends has seen him cry was caused by frustration.

He was such a force of good for the others, a strong rock of support, that not many even really thought about Bonnie ever crying: like two concepts that would never possibly intertwine. Unless, of course, he'd laughed himself to the point of sobbing.

In the five years Roxy had known him, she'd never once seen or heard Bonnie cry. That's how rare it was. So when she could see his figure, through the wall, slumped into a ball, hands covering his face, and shoulders dipping up and down, she had to do a double-take. She listened closely, and sure enough, she could hear the softest of sobs and whines. That pit in her chest came back, as it so often did, Bonnie had always been there for her, and to see him like this... it was the most painful thing she could have imagined.

Roxy went around to where Bonnie was, rather than talking to him through the wall. Bonnie was one of her closest friends, and she knew he'd want or need a hug. Whether or not her casing would survive was still up in the air.

"Bonnie?"

"Mmp-!" He squeaked, jolting upright as if nothing was wrong. "Ah, Rox. Do you need something?" Roxy only offered a glare at his words.

"Yeah. I need you to tell me what is bothering you! After everything you have helped me with, you do not think you can come to me?!" Bonnie's ear flattened out to the side at that.

"Ah... you... saw that?"

"Bonnie!"

"S-sorry, sorry! I just..." He hid his face in his legs and looked at the floor.

"What is wrong?"

"I... I am just frustrated." Roxy blinked at the confession- Bonnie wasn't great at lying, so it seemed genuine. Moreover, frustration wasn't uncommon with the rabbit, never had been. He was a chronic perfectionist, and held himself to a much higher standard than anyone else, so it was also pretty believable.

"At yourself? For what?"

"For once, no. I am frustrated at..." He gestured to the scratches in his chest, and then to Roxy, "this! The situation! I see you rushing yourself because of how many kids want face paint, and you cannot possibly get to them all before the next performance, and- and it is making you late, some kids are missing out, you are drowning, and there is not a single thing I can do about it!!" Roxy watched Bonnie's movements: he always spoke with his hands when he was frustrated, but she could still tell this wasn't the only thing he was upset about. She opened her mouth to speak, but Bonnie continued his rant. "It is unfair to you, to the kids, and to the others! And I am back here, doing absolutely nothing! Because I cannot! If I go, I would probably traumatize the children!!"

"I would not go that far."

"It is a possibility!"

Roxy could tell this wasn't why he was crying, but maybe it was just the easiest thing to complain about. If Bonnie had taught her anything, it was how easy it is to slip once one started venting.

Even still, her ears flattened, because she wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it, and she wasn't sure what to do.

She sat down on the floor next to him.

"Bonnie, it is okay."

"It is not! Not to me!"

"Do you want to tell Freddy?"

"Would that even fix anything?!"

It didn't seem like he wanted advice.

"Do you need a hug?"

Bonnie pulled his face out from his legs at the words, looking to Roxy. She wasn't much of a hugger, maybe for a bit, or to tease Monty, but she was never one to offer or give hugs. After that second of realization passed, Bonnie wraps her into a tight bear hug with a soft whine. Roxy couldn't help the soft yelp of pain that escaped when she felt her back bend the wrong way slightly, but she didn't mind. Instead, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms around her shoulders as tight as she could manage... which wasn't very tight with Bonnie's hold on her. Good thing animatronics don't breathe.

Luckily, she didn't have to risk damage for long. Bonnie pulled away on his own accord, looking back at Roxy with a warm, appreciative expression.

"Thank you, Roxy. I really needed that."

[pararennial-archived]

well... I wrote 3/5 of them and out of order mind you...

[fierylittleniece]

Johnnie: Hey so I'm taking over. Mun said so. Roxy: You can't just- Mun: *shoots Roxy* Courtney: Oh god she's doing death exercises again...

[raindrenchedstories]

Random drabble 2, Fairy strange

Prompt: A main character is transformed into a fairy. Characters: Roxy, Richter (Originally ‘main villain’ but I can’t see either of these characters being evil. So let’s get some RnR)

Getting past the inevitable panic attack and legitimate terror, Richter found his new perspective on life interesting. He’d already enjoyed hiking and mountain climbing. He even had fun from time to time. And learning to use his new dragonfly like wings to well, FLY was pretty amazing.

Only, he’d flown himself right into the window of a neighbor he didn’t actually know. In a moving vehicle, and now he was in a mechanic’s shop. Never in his life had Richter feared vacuum cleaners before, but there was a first for everything.

“Wait wait HANG ON MADAM!” He clung to the seam of a fabric covering with vigor. Something was on his side, because the hell vortex that was the mighty shop vac stopped. The woman wielding it eyed the diminutive man with outright confusion.

She gave a long suffering sigh and grumbled. “It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it? Hey little guy. Uh... Nothing personal there with the vacuum.” She was quick to offer a hand out though she wasn’t really sure it was the appropriate response.

Still he climbed happily into the red head’s hand without her asking, and sighed. “It’s all good. I think a tiny person in the vehicle isn’t typically a mechanical issue anyhow.”

“Typically no. So uhh, no fairy curses?” Roxy used as much care as she dared with the tiny man. She wasn’t self conscious about much, but the rough texture of her well worked hands were one of those things. Especially now that she was supporting a whole person in those hands.

The man just gave a half chuckle. He shouldn’t have felt so at ease being toted about like a pet mouse, but there he was casually observing the  scenery. “No nothing like that. Couldn’t even if I wanted to.”

“Ah So uh... Do you like tea? Maybe cookies?” Roxy shielded the man from the view of her employees until she passed her receptionist. The woman blinked casually up from her paperwork and opened her mouth to ask.

“INTERDIMENSIONAL BULLSHIT! I’m on break!” That was the only explanation she could give her friend. It was the only one she needed to. They’d both seen enough of it. From actual breathing dragons, to fish flying in the sky. They’d lived it long enough to just not question each other.

Richter on the other hand, had thirty questions. He’d lived in the small town for only a short time, and he’d only just met this woman. She whisked him away into a break room, and locked it,

“Uh. Cookies sound good... I haven’t really... eaten. Does this kind of thing happen often around here?” He pointed back to the door with a little surprise. Perhaps this could be his ticket to returning to normal size.

Roxy placed a few cookies down for the small man and dropped into a well worn, yet still comfortable chair. “Yeah, ever since that weird library showed up and ate Pam’s house, we’ve had a lot of weird stuff happen. Now apparently fairies in cars.”

“I mean, does it make you feel better to know I was human before two days ago?” Richter broke a piece of cookie off, dipped it in it’s filling, and munched contentedly on it.

Roxy groaned and dropped her head into her arms. “I’ll... talk to a lady about a spell on that. Do you need help until then? Like with food and stuff?”

“Probably. Though I’m not really sure what to ask for. Maybe something to sleep on and-” Richter perked up.

Roxy listened as long as she cared to, to the small man’s overthinking. Eventually she scooped him into a loose hold, cookie and all. She made a soft little place in a cabinette and left a small fake candle in there. She didn’t fully ignore the man’s protests, but she did partially do so.

Once Richter was set in place, he turned to see her put a finger to her lips. “Look, we’ll hash it all out when I close up shop. For now, don’t make too much noise, there’s cookies and water, some clean shop rags for sleeping. There will be a sign so you’re not disturbed, but don’t make human sounding noises okay?” He only nodded in response.

Roxy shut the cabinet and left a sign saying ‘bat trapped inside, do not open. Animal control called.’ After that, Roxy just focused on fixing cars and yelling at belligerent clients that stuff made sense.

Richter on the other hand, was having a hell of an internal war about possibly staying a fairy. Life was just... handed to him with sugary goodness. Perhaps being little wouldn’t be to bad. Especially as he could fly where ever.