#cricket oc

[thesightstoshowyou]

Mess

- Into the Cricketverse - Part IDK This Is Just Porn -

Asa Emory (The Collector) x Cricket (OC) (NSFW)

Warnings: Bondage, dacryphilia, anal play, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, Jesse’s a perv

A clatter from the storage room draws Jesse’s attention. Condensation from the glass of whiskey in his hand drips from his fingers and marks his trail as he leisurely saunters to the open door. He shoulders the doorframe and takes a slow sip before pulling out his phone.

‘Whatcha looking for?’ it shrieks. Asa shoots a petulant glance over his shoulder before he continues to dig through the toy closet.

“How you find anything in this fucking unorganized mess is beyond me,” he snaps as he shoves a box of collars to the side. “Where’s the spreader bar?”

Jesse perks up at his words and pushes away from the door. ‘Oooo, Sir’s feeling kinky,’ screams the cell.

“Either help or get out.” Chromeskull chuckles silently and waltzes over to a wardrobe. He reaches up and plucks the bar off the top before holding it out to Asa, a shit-eating grin twisting his scarred face. He’s the only one tall enough to see where it was.

The Collector rolls his eyes and snatches the implement out of Jesse’s outstretched hand before stalking away. Under his breath, he mutters something about “freakish height.”

‘You’re welcome! You kids have fun.’

**

Soft leather cuffs encircle Crickets wrists and ankles. They are tight enough so she can’t slip out of them, but not too tight as to cut off circulation. The Collector must be feeling generous.

She shifts slightly, wiggling a little in feigned struggle. He likes to see her squirm, so she does. Truthfully, this position—completely nude, face down on the plush rug, ass up, legs spread wide, arms between her legs, all four cuffs hooked to the metal bar—is not the most comfortable, especially on her still-tender face. She turns her head carefully to the side to keep pressure off her healing nose.

It could certainly be worse, she will admit.

Footsteps muffled by the rug gradually approach. Cricket can’t see Asa with how her head is turned and he purposefully hovers just out of sight. The skin of her back prickles and she jolts when he skims his knuckles along her hip. Lips follow, then teeth, brushing, grazing, but not hurting. Not yet.

Warm breath fanning across her cunt is the only warning she receives before Asa drags the flat of his tongue from slit to hole. A squeak leaves her and she writhes, but scarred palms rest on her hips to keep her still. He licks again, then again before settling on her clit, slow, deliberate flicks of his tongue that leave her mewling and clenching on nothing.

The pop of a cap reaches her ears. She jerks again and a shudder ripples up her spine when chilly, lubed fingers circle her asshole. Cricket snaps her eyes shut, her back arching with the simultaneous stimulation by tongue and fingertips. A noisy cry tears from her throat when Asa sucks her clit into his mouth and eases a finger into her ass.

“S-Sir—

Cricket shivers at the feel of his breathy laugh against her cunt. He gives her one more slow lick before responding, “Already?”

Her toes curl and her cheeks blaze. “Please,” she whispers, fear of cumming without permission overriding embarrassment. Asa hums as though he’s considering it and carefully curls his finger. At the same time, he plunges two digits from his opposite hand into her dripping channel. He crooks them and begins to rub fast circles into her sensitive walls that force Cricket to scream in desperation.

“Cum,” he orders. The words are barely out of his mouth when that taut, wild pressure in her belly bursts and she gushes her orgasm onto her thighs, his palm, and the rug. Undeterred, Asa adds a third finger and starts to thrust both hands simultaneously. Over the slick squelch he commands, “Do it again.”

“SIR—

Her voice lodges in her throat when every muscle contracts with the force of the ecstasy that wracks her body. Mismatched eyes roll back, nails dig into palms, tears spill over lashes, and a strangled keen echoes around the room when Cricket barrels over the edge once again. More ejaculate sprays the rug, drips from Asa’s wrist, and wets and knees of his jeans.

“What a fucking mess,” Asa growls, but his tone is ripe with heat and approval rather than admonishment. Strength leaves her in a rush and Cricket slumps as much as her restraints will allow. Her chest heaves and sweat glistens across her skin. She does her best to stammer out her gratitude.

“T-Thank—thank you, S-Sir.”

The rustling of denim fills the space as he raises up behind her and rips his zipper open. “You’re not done. I’m going to fuck a few more of those out of you.” The weak little whine she emits only serves to make him groan louder when he finally sinks into her sopping warmth.

Bound as she is, Cricket can only submit and take it when Asa begins his assault. Her hips ache where he grips them and pulls her back into his vicious thrusts. Still, moans tumble freely from her lips as every punishing thrust sends wanton sparks shooting through her gut.

The heat of his chest envelopes her back when he leans over her to drag his fingers through the tears streaking down her cheeks. He shoves them in her mouth and strokes the taste of salt and her own cum onto her tongue. Now, she’s forced to speak around the digits, garbled begging when pleasure miraculously twists and tightens within her.

“Give it to me, Cricket,” he hisses. It’s nearly painful, the way the third climax is wrenched from her body, but—god—does it make her every nerve sing with rapture.

“One more.” She barely registers the rumbled words through her haze. Then, a calloused finger brushes her clit and pleasure collides with pain as her cunt clamps down on the cock pummeling it so exquisitely.

Cricket doesn’t hear the strained curse Asa grits out or her own wrecked cries, but she feels the teeth that sink into her shoulder and the twitching of his length as it paints her insides. Her ears ring and she must blink several times to clear her bleary vision. Oh, will she feel this tomorrow….

“Good girl, fffuck,” Asa breathes against her damp cheek. She wants to collapse in a boneless pile, but she can’t with the bar keeping her in place. A towel would be nice too; her thighs drip, soaked as they are with their combined fluids.

Just as Asa gets his arms under him and pushes upright, the penthouse intercom beeps and an automated voice crackles through the speaker, ‘Keep going, I haven’t finished yet.’

“God dammit, Jesse!” Asa snarls. Cricket can’t stop the delirious laugh that bubbles up out of her throat.

[factorii]

cricket but under the influence of illegal substances

[stuffiednose]

My current Jellycats!!

Iris the Siamese cat - pearl, they/them (transfem)

Brooke otter - Myora, she/her, cis butch lesbian

Medium bashful goat - cricket, he/they/it/she (bi gender)

I basically treat these guys as my ocs,, they r my little dolls that I give personalities and put in situations,, sometimes I draw them sometimes I take pictures it’s a mixed bag whatever I’m feeling lol

I will try my best to put image ID in the alt text

Just want to reiterate that this blog isn’t always SFW (but I will be tagging posts appropriately), that’s just bc these guys are also ocs and at some point I may explore adult topics and scenarios with them

About me

Name’s Ray I’m an indigenous, trans leftist - currently taking a break from uni,, in the meantime I’m doing this lol

I <33333 ruminants,, specifically sheep and goats :]c

My favourite Jellycat is the bashful goat

My first Jellycat was a small drake the dragon I got him in 2019,, though I only got into collecting jellycats recently :]

This is a sideblog and if you know me from my main blog I’m sorryyyy

No dni, I’ll just block you if you’re bigoted/annoying

[geriaunelysk]

"Cricket is the name with which I greet thou"

[softichill]

[zillychu]

did u know! rats do lil hops when they're happy! it's called "popcorning"! cats do not do this

[wars465]

Thiere X Cricket part 1

A/N: just a cute little story may be a kiss on the end!

The Coruscant Guard is on their last rounds before bed until something unexpected happens. Tsunami walks in pushing one of her many sisters as well. Fox groans, Thorn chuckled, and Thiere, he just looked up from his datapad. He looked at the two medics.

“I wonder what’s this about.” Said Thorn.

“She needs a job!” Tsunami yelled.

“But we already have a medic!” Fox snapped.

“I wouldn’t mind having another medic, plus Med needs help.” Said Thiere.

Fox looked at him if he were crazy and Thorn was smiling.

“Ok here you go!” Said Tsunami leaving.

“Now wait.” Said Fox chasing after her.

“And I will leave you two alone.” Said Thorn walking away.

There was a long silence between him and the medic.

“I am Thiere by the way.” He said.

“Cricket.” She said.

“What?” He asked.

“That’s my name Cricket.” Said the medic.

Cricket looked at Thiere, her sea-green eyes meeting his brown eyes.

“So what did he mean ‘I will leave you two alone’?” Cricket asked.

“Who! Thorn don’t worry bout him.” Said Thiere.

Cricket smiled and so did Thiere. Then, she kissed him on the lips.

“I think this is a start of a beautiful relationship.” Cricket said.

“I think it is.” He replied.

For the rest of the evening they talked about their lives until they had to part. This is a very beautiful relationship Thiere thought walking away.

THE END

[leona-florianova]

Dan "Cricket" Periwinkle

After years of working as a camera technician at the Golden Globes in New Reno, he decided hes had enough of dealing with the producers, "directors", "writers", other cameramen and The Stars of the studio... And left along with most of the cameras, film material and knowledge. Essentially leaving the New Reno porn industry in shambles*...At least for a while

He currently works as freelance war photographer for NCR. Its not better work but he enjoys the action.

*mercenaries were tasked to fetch him dead or preferably alive and to retrieve the cameras, but so far hes managed to dodge them.

[zerogutzz]

Constructive Criticism, Part 1

GITM by @venomous-qwille

[pyjamac]

hang on st christopher, now don’t let me go

[myokk]

Sebastian Sallow's List of Priorities (in no particular order):

Figure out what the hell I'm going to do when I graduate;

Figure out how the hell I'm going to finish this bloody Charms essay before tomorrow; and

Figure out what the hell is going on between us

Sebastian sits in an undisturbed corner of the library - nobody ever comes to this table because it's tucked away between shelves of incredibly dense magical theory books - and is twirling his quill in his fingers, watching the ink splatter on the list he spent his precious time writing instead of the Charms essay he should be working on. He's far away from the first-years who like to congregate by the windows and watch the leaves fall softly to the ground rather than study for their classes. He's made especially sure that he is far, far away from her.

It's not his choice, mind you, but he needs to be a gentleman about these things. If she needs some time and space to figure out that she's as crazy for him as he is her, fine. But even Sebastian Sallow's patience runs thin, and he's not sure how much longer he can give her to come to her senses before he snaps and takes matters into his own hands. If things were up to him, the two of them would be sitting far too close together now in this secluded corner, and maybe he would need to put a hand over her mouth to ensure her complete silence as he runs a hand up her thigh.

Now that he knows what delicious sounds can come out of her mouth - sounds that he caused - he's been having a hard time concentrating on, well, anything. Sebastian surreptitiously glances across the library to where she's sitting and studying with his sister and Imelda. Ever since the events after their Divination class, Sir Cadogan has taken it upon himself to follow Sebastian around the halls of the castle, tripping through frames and disrupting their inhabitants as he lectures Sebastian on love. The tea party women had managed to convince the knight that he had disrupted an amorous exchange, and Sebastian fervently wishes they hadn't.

The whole school is abuzz with rumors about who it could be. Nobody has even come close so far with their guesses, but Anne and Imelda are having too much fun teasing him about it. Somehow, she has managed to avoid suspicion - he wonders how this is even possible, since she's never been able to hide what she's thinking. He makes eye contact with her - has she been staring at him this whole time? - and she flushes before looking over to Imelda, who's laughing too loudly at something Anne's just said. Sebastian can't tear his eyes away from her profile, his eyes following the curve of her eyebrow, the slight upturn of her lips as she smiles at her friends, her eyes as they dart back to him, her cheeks as she turns an even darker shade of red as she realizes he's still watching her. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, and rests her chin on her hand as she tries to look absorbed in what Anne is saying to her.

Sebastian wonders if she's thought about him as much as he's thought about her. Judging by how she had snogged him back, he's positive that she feels the same way, but then he remembers how she had looked at him before she fled, and he's not so sure. He sighs as he looks back to his list, bringing his quill back to the third item and ripping the paper as he crosses it out again. His mind has been going in circles since that moment and he doesn't know what to think. He slowly puts everything into his schoolbag before heading out of the library for yet another freezing cold shower that hopefully tempers his now-permanent state of arousal whenever she's around.

He doesn't notice her eyes following him as he walks out of the library.

He doesn't hear her hurried excuse to Anne and Imelda as she shoves her things into her bag and rushes to follow him.

He doesn't hear her light footsteps as she gets closer to him.

When she puts a hand out to touch his arm as he waits for the moving staircase to stop, with a soft, "Sebastian" accompanying it, he nearly jumps out of his skin. He was so absorbed with thoughts of her, that to see her standing at his side, closer than she had been since they kissed was almost his snapping point.

"Can we talk?" she asks, looking almost embarrassed as she avoids his eyes. She instead looks determinedly at his collar. He thinks she probably notices that he swallows nervously before acquiescing, but she says nothing as she turns and starts hurrying away from him without waiting to see if he follows her.

She must know that he would follow her anywhere at this point.

from my oneshot🫶🫶🫶

I just really wanted to draw these two idiots😭💘

[thesightstoshowyou]

maybe a snippet of the times asa/cricket had sex without cricket bleeding 👀👀👀

👀👀👀👀👀

Good choice.

I also got this one so I think they go together well:

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“Shhh. Slower.” The hushed words ghost across quivering lips. Teeth snap together to trap the pitiful sounds threatening to spill past them. Toes curl and thighs seize in an effort to slow the urgent rolling of hips.

Asa adjusts his grip and cups his hand tightly around Cricket’s jaw. His other hand grasps both her wrists firmly together before her, as though in prayer. The pressure reminds her to keep her mouth shut, lest the people working on the other side of Asa’s office door catch wind of what’s happening within.

Cricket knows to keep her hands right where they are when Asa releases her wrists to hike her dress further up on her hips. The callouses on his palm scrape against the flesh of her ass when he possessively squeezes a handful. With his new grip, he urges her to gradually raise herself up before sliding back down his length. The methodical, controlled movements keep the squelch of her leaking cunt a secret only they can hear.

“A-Asa…” she utters in a choked whisper. Her legs shake with the demand of the measured bounce. Quietly, Asa chuckles, though the sound is a bit strained as it leaves his throat. He knows if he gives into the nearly unbearable urge to hammer up into her, she will shriek and alert the entire campus of their activities.

Leaning closer, Asa brushes his lips, feather light, against her own and murmurs, “That’s my good, little Cricket. Are they going to hear if I make it hurt?”

Her answering squeak gets caught in her throat. Hastily, she shakes her head and whispers a tremulous, “N-No, Sir.”

“Do you need my help to stay quiet?” The corner of his mouth curls up in a knowing smirk. Cricket meets his heated gaze, her own eyes watering, her cheeks flushed a lovely shade of pink. She pleads with her eyes, uncertainty in her expression, ‘Yes Sir, No Sir, please Sir, don’t, but do….’ Asa can see it all, plain as day. She doesn’t even have to speak it aloud.

Finally, she nods. A single, overwhelmed tear slips past down her cheek as she mutters, “Yes, Sir.” The hand on her jaw slips down to her neck and squeezes. Strong fingers cut off air, circulation, and her ability to scream.

Asa plants his feet on the floor and slams his hips up, up, up. Cricket’s jaw falls open, but any sound remains trapped by his palm. The chair in which they sit squeaks noisily, but neither of them notice over the mind-numbing crush of climax.

Cricket’s eyes roll back and close when her slick walls clamp down on the cock brutalizing them. Asa hisses through his teeth as glorious, tight warmth milks him of all that agonizing pressure. His hand goes slack and Cricket splutters and inhales like she just broke through the surface of a lake.

“Good girl,” comes his hushed praise, his voice a deep rasp.

“T-Thank you, Sir—

A knock at the door interrupts her shaky reply. Cricket jolts, eyes growing wide as saucers as she scrambles off his lap.

Asa clears his throat. “One moment,” he calls, voice now astoundingly even. Briskly, Asa rights his clothing and opens the window above the file cabinet. Cricket bites her lip and buries her burning face in her palms, which pulls an amused chortle from him as he crosses the room.

The door creaks as it’s swung open halfway, hiding Cricket from view of the student hovering on the other side.

“Professor Emory, I’m sorry, I know it’s not office hours, but I just had a quick question about one of the examples from Thursday’s lecture….”

[factorii]

anyways.

Ann kristoph pfp

[trashgremlendoesart]

@a-crickets-art ‘s oc clementine!

She’s a bit tired 😴

Hope you like it!

[ovrrdogg]

Old family photograph

[wtfforged]

updated the design of a sorcerer i made for a oneshot two years ago. hes a half elf who answers to the name cricket and he casts magic by eating things like theyre spell components