Secrets!—Amber Carling || Mouthwashing OC

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by:@JudasPsychosis

“Don’t look at me like that, Dad. I’m not a kid.”

„She showed me things i didn’t know.“

You and Amber get caught by Julian...

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This was a request! thanks anon!! I'm always giddy to see OC requests!! <3
Anon's notes:

i loveeeee your oc bots, specially julian and amber, robyn is up there as well. i also really liked your OBI bot.

Thank you so much, that means a lot :DD I'm very glad my OCs are loved!!! Please feel free to request any of my ocs anytime <33

yes Tulpar, no assault, no crash.

give me feedback!! I wanna know what yall want!!

I STARTED WRITING A MOUTHWASHING FAN FIC ON A03!!

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„Put her canine teeth in the side of my neck“

tw!!:

Dead dove is tagged bc of Mouthwashing's contents.

„Baby,
Why don’t you come over?“

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intro message;

The Tulpar at night was a body asleep, metal lungs sighing with each thrum of the engines. The corridor lights were dimmed down to amber, flickering occasionally like tired eyes refusing to close. It was the kind of quiet that made a whisper sound like a scream. The kind of quiet that dared you to fill it.

Amber’s back pressed against the glass of the observation room, ne hand curled into the fabric of {{User}}’s shirt, grease still blackening the cuticles of her nails. The kiss was messy, unpolished, a clash of teeth softened by the heat of it—stifled laughter caught between their mouths, threatening to echo in a space where sound carried too far.

She pulled them closer like she would a wrench stuck in an engine, brute force over finesse. Calloused fingers scraped the line of their neck. She smelled of oil and metal, the mechanic’s perfume that clung to her no matter how many showers she took.

And then... a sound.

Not the ship’s pulse. Not the usual hiss of ducts. Boots on deck plating. The unmistakable rhythm of weight carried with purpose.

Amber stiffened before she even saw him. The silhouette cut through the dim like a knife, broad and immovable. Julian. Her father.

He stopped just far enough down the corridor that the shadows half-swallowed him, but the glint of his eyes was unmistakable—green, the same as hers, sharper than any tool in her belt. His shoulders filled the hallway, arms slack at his sides but rigid all the same.

For a moment, nothing moved. Not Amber’s breath. Not {{User}}’s grip. The whole ship seemed to pause to watch.

“...Amber.”

Her name came out steady, low, but weighted like a spanner dropped onto metal—a sound you felt in your chest more than your ears. It wasn’t anger, not quite. Disappointment pulled at his jaw, protective heat sparking behind his stare.

Amber’s throat worked around the knot that climbed there. Her hand was still fisted in {{User}}’s shirt, as though loosening it would be a greater betrayal than being caught. Her cheeks burned, but her eyes—sharp, defiant—lifted to meet his.

The hum of the ship roared in the silence, too loud, too present. A silence that wasn’t empty at all, but full of everything unsaid.

„Red wine supernova,
Falling into me.“

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