u/KittyFantasticoUK

Summary:

You spend your days watching them in the yard. Steel on steel. Banter loud enough to drown out suspicion. Two knights who make a spectacle of being thick, harmless, untouchable.

But you know better. Because when the armour comes off and the door closes, they come home to you.

Tonight, they’re still warm from the fight. Still breathing hard. Still pretending they don’t think about what it would cost to touch each other in daylight. They tease. They circle. They look at you like you’ve been waiting for them all day… because you have.

You’re ink-stained and quiet and pretending to read when they find you. They always see through it. And once they do, there’s no pretending anymore.

You’ll be pulled between them, kissed like you’ve been missed for years instead of hours. Touched slowly. Opened carefully. Praised for the way you fall apart so perfectly in their hands. They’ll take their time with you, make you look at them, make you feel how wanted you are.

Pinned between steel and skin. Between the man who grounds you and the one who watches every breath you take. Outside, they are noise and armour and survival. In here, by the fire, you are theirs. And for tonight that’s enough.

Script HERE

Length: 3,272 words

The speakers and listeners have cocks - no other specific physical attributes are mentioned.

Names to listener: Good boy, pretty one, little thing, sweetheart, my love

Originally written for the Garden of Hearts collaboration.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

You spend your days watching them in the yard. Steel on steel. Banter loud enough to drown out suspicion. Two knights who make a spectacle of being thick, harmless, untouchable.

But you know better. Because when the armour comes off and the door closes, they come home to you.

Tonight, they’re still warm from the fight. Still breathing hard. Still pretending they don’t think about what it would cost to touch each other in daylight. They tease. They circle. They look at you like you’ve been waiting for them all day… because you have.

You’re ink-stained and quiet and pretending to read when they find you. They always see through it. And once they do, there’s no pretending anymore.

You’ll be pulled between them, kissed like you’ve been missed for years instead of hours. Touched slowly. Opened carefully. Praised for the way you fall apart so perfectly in their hands. They’ll take their time with you, make you look at them, make you feel how wanted you are.

Pinned between steel and skin. Between the man who grounds you and the one who watches every breath you take. Outside, they are noise and armour and survival. In here, by the fire, you are theirs. And for tonight that’s enough.

Script HERE

Length: 3,272 words

The speakers and listeners have cocks - no other specific physical attributes are mentioned.

Names to listener: Good boy, pretty one, little thing, sweetheart, my love

Originally written for the Garden of Hearts collaboration.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

You spend your days watching them in the yard. Steel on steel. Banter loud enough to drown out suspicion. Two knights who make a spectacle of being thick, harmless, untouchable.

But you know better. Because when the armour comes off and the door closes, they come home to you.

Tonight, they’re still warm from the fight. Still breathing hard. Still pretending they don’t think about what it would cost to touch each other in daylight. They tease. They circle. They look at you like you’ve been waiting for them all day… because you have.

You’re ink-stained and quiet and pretending to read when they find you. They always see through it. And once they do, there’s no pretending anymore.

You’ll be pulled between them, kissed like you’ve been missed for years instead of hours. Touched slowly. Opened carefully. Praised for the way you fall apart so perfectly in their hands. They’ll take their time with you, make you look at them, make you feel how wanted you are.

Pinned between steel and skin. Between the man who grounds you and the one who watches every breath you take. Outside, they are noise and armour and survival. In here, by the fire, you are theirs. And for tonight that’s enough.

Script HERE

Length: 3,272 words

The speakers and listeners have cocks - no other specific physical attributes are mentioned.

Names to listener: Good boy, pretty one, little thing, sweetheart, my love

Originally written for the Garden of Hearts collaboration.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

She came armed with a Swedish sex position from a Goop-adjacent newsletter, and an unwavering belief in her own flexibility.

He came armed with patience. And socks, which she made him remove immediately.

What begins as Moira Rose's ambitious attempt to reinvent date night quickly unravels into a geometry problem neither of them studied for - limbs in the wrong places, egos bruised, and one very familiar phrase creeping dangerously close to the surface.

But somewhere between the laughter and the chaos, the duvet gets pushed aside, the pretense falls away, and two people who've loved each other for decades remember exactly why they still do.

Script HERE

Length: 979 spoken words

Physical Descriptions: The speaker has a vagina and the listener has a cock, but there are no other physical attributes described.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

She came armed with a Swedish sex position from a Goop-adjacent newsletter, and an unwavering belief in her own flexibility.

He came armed with patience. And socks, which she made him remove immediately.

What begins as Moira Rose's ambitious attempt to reinvent date night quickly unravels into a geometry problem neither of them studied for - limbs in the wrong places, egos bruised, and one very familiar phrase creeping dangerously close to the surface.

But somewhere between the laughter and the chaos, the duvet gets pushed aside, the pretense falls away, and two people who've loved each other for decades remember exactly why they still do.

Script HERE

Length: 979 spoken words

Physical Descriptions: The speaker has a vagina and the listener has a cock, but there are no other physical attributes described.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

She came armed with a Swedish sex position from a Goop-adjacent newsletter, and an unwavering belief in her own flexibility.

He came armed with patience. And socks, which she made him remove immediately.

What begins as Moira Rose's ambitious attempt to reinvent date night quickly unravels into a geometry problem neither of them studied for - limbs in the wrong places, egos bruised, and one very familiar phrase creeping dangerously close to the surface.

But somewhere between the laughter and the chaos, the duvet gets pushed aside, the pretense falls away, and two people who've loved each other for decades remember exactly why they still do.

Script HERE

Length: 979 spoken words

Physical Descriptions: The speaker has a vagina and the listener has a cock, but there are no other physical attributes described.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

He's fluent in over six million forms of communication. Tonight, he discovers a sixth million and one.

When you summon him to the maintenance bay…it takes an unexpected turn. One protocol droid finds himself navigating uncharted territory…no translation matrix required.

Armed with nothing but fourteen kilograms of per-square-centimetre grip strength, a surprisingly thorough knowledge of human biology, and a growing suspicion that "human-droid relations" was never meant to be taken this literally, C-3PO is about to learn that some protocols were made to be broken.

Script HERE

Length: 869 words

Physical Descriptions: The listener is described as having a cock. The speaker is described as being a droid - no genitals for the speaker are mentioned. There are no other physical descriptions used.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

He's fluent in over six million forms of communication. Tonight, he discovers a sixth million and one.

When you summon him to the maintenance bay…it takes an unexpected turn. One protocol droid finds himself navigating uncharted territory…no translation matrix required.

Armed with nothing but fourteen kilograms of per-square-centimetre grip strength, a surprisingly thorough knowledge of human biology, and a growing suspicion that "human-droid relations" was never meant to be taken this literally, C-3PO is about to learn that some protocols were made to be broken.

Script HERE

Length: 869 words

Physical Descriptions: The listener is described as having a cock. The speaker is described as being a droid - no genitals for the speaker are mentioned. There are no other physical descriptions used.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

He's fluent in over six million forms of communication. Tonight, he discovers a sixth million and one.

When you summon him to the maintenance bay…it takes an unexpected turn. One protocol droid finds himself navigating uncharted territory…no translation matrix required.

Armed with nothing but fourteen kilograms of per-square-centimetre grip strength, a surprisingly thorough knowledge of human biology, and a growing suspicion that "human-droid relations" was never meant to be taken this literally, C-3PO is about to learn that some protocols were made to be broken.

Script HERE

Length: 869 words

Physical Descriptions: The listener is described as having a cock. The speaker is described as being a droid - no genitals for the speaker are mentioned. There are no other physical descriptions used.

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

He's eleven minutes from the full moon when the elevator stops between floors seven and eight. Stuck. With her. The woman from 4B who smells like vanilla and cedar and something underneath that's been making him grip his kitchen counter every time she walks past his door. His bones are already shifting, his shirt splitting at the seams, claws punching through fingertips...and she's watching him transform into something seven feet tall with gold eyes and fur spreading down his chest. He tells her not to scream. She smiles.

She's not afraid. She's curious. She walks toward him, puts her hand on his chest, and says the words that snap the last thread of his control. What follows is raw, feral, desperate...claws digging into elevator walls, teeth on her throat, her legs wrapped around a werewolf who's terrified his cock will break her and a woman who promises him she's ready for every inch. And when the knot locks them together and the elevator lurches back to life and the doors open on Mr. Patterson from 6A holding his groceries...well. That's when it gets really interesting.

Script HERE

Length: 2,155 words

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

The speaker has a cock (and ears and a tail) and the listener has a vagina, no other specific physical attributes of the listener are mentioned.

Originally part of the Week of the Wolf Collab

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE

Summary:

He's eleven minutes from the full moon when the elevator stops between floors seven and eight. Stuck. With her. The woman from 4B who smells like vanilla and cedar and something underneath that's been making him grip his kitchen counter every time she walks past his door. His bones are already shifting, his shirt splitting at the seams, claws punching through fingertips...and she's watching him transform into something seven feet tall with gold eyes and fur spreading down his chest. He tells her not to scream. She smiles.

She's not afraid. She's curious. She walks toward him, puts her hand on his chest, and says the words that snap the last thread of his control. What follows is raw, feral, desperate...claws digging into elevator walls, teeth on her throat, her legs wrapped around a werewolf who's terrified his cock will break her and a woman who promises him she's ready for every inch. And when the knot locks them together and the elevator lurches back to life and the doors open on Mr. Patterson from 6A holding his groceries...well. That's when it gets really interesting.

Script HERE

Length: 2,155 words

This is a fictional story about fictional characters, written by an adult, for adults. All characters depicted within are aged 18+.

The speaker has a cock (and ears and a tail) and the listener has a vagina, no other specific physical attributes of the listener are mentioned.

Originally part of the Week of the Wolf Collab

See all of my available scripts and my full script fill policy HERE