#- ; Come hither let me smother you with love

[hxzelwallflower]

ooc.♡ˎˊ˗ FUCK IT WE BALL- Like this post for a starter for Eileen's Pokemon verse.

[lipstickghoulie]

•Loss of Innocence (Astarion/female Tav smut, praise kink, dirty talk, deflowering)•

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Astarion crooning out praise to her for being so good and letting him do this to her, reveling in every whimper that shudders out of her and the rivers of arousal that he is coaxing down her twitching thighs. “Oh, darling, you’re taking me so well,” He purrs out, making sure to pitch his voice just loud enough that it can be heard over the lewd noises of him pumping into her, stretching her open with every scissoring motion or come-hither twirl of those nimble digits. “You’re doing such a wonderful job, pet. Such a good girl for me. Maybe you’ll persuade me that you deserve my cock next if you keep this up, hm?”

She’s pleading for more, murmuring out a breathless “Astarion, please” that makes his dick stiffen even further. Precum is already oozing off of his cock head, sticking to her skin while he looms over her, connecting them more primally than the tadpoles linking their brains ever could. Astarion knows that things are getting vocal enough here, even with his tent flap closed, that the others will be able to overhear and the thought makes a slow, triumphant smirk crease his face.

He may have already implied to the rest of the group that there was more going on between him and their illustrious leader than just near-nightly feedings (even if that hadn’t been exactly true before tonight), dropping the most sly of insinuations that went right over inexperienced Tav’s head and made their companions exchange disappointed glances that he had seemingly claimed her for himself. So what harm was it if they could hear their coupling now? Astarion did plan on keeping such a delectable treat all for himself, especially since she seemed so willing to take direction. What man wouldn’t want a beautiful woman that was eager to be taught to please him, that looked at him with such smitten and dumbstruck eyes at just the smallest amount of attention?

It was good to make it clear that she was owned, that she was to be his prize after the last two hundred years of pain and being a sleepwalking stranger in his own body. Shouldn’t Astarion get something sweet and so, so perfect to play with when the mood struck him after all that he’s had to endure?

Oh, how the mood was striking him now, as he slides his fingers out of her slick, snickering at how she goes wide-eyed and whimpering at how empty the motion leaves her. Astarion muses to himself that next time, he might restrain her and tease her, leave her slack jawed with tears of frustration streaming down those pink cheeks for hours, edge her until she is begging him and promising him anything he could ever want if he just makes her cum. Tonight though, he’ll take pity on her and give her exactly what she wants, what she craves, so that she’ll come back for more and think only of him when she gets squirmy and restless in her bed roll at night.

Astarion squeezes his hand over his weeping dick, eyes going half-lidded, pleased, at how she wiggles impatiently and spreads her legs for him, beckoning him in with every glisten of the light on her sodden folds.

“Don’t worry, little love, I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve,” Astarion coos reassuringly before dipping his cock forward and into her, his hips pushing steadily and carefully into Tav as his hands grasp her thighs to keep them open and-

All practiced control and smoothness leaves his brain like air deflating from a balloon. She’s so tight, so molten hot and soaked, his shaft being smothered by her soaked walls in a way that makes every thought leave his brain other than the desperate and animalistic need to thrust into her. His teeth are gritted even as he pushes slowly past her barrier, hearing her gasp and clutch at his back in a way that still indicated more pleasure than pain, but gods alive, it is taking every ounce of his restraint not to pound her into the dirt and see exactly how much he can loosen her up if Astarion fucks her as hard as his mind is screaming at him to.

“By the hells, you- are - so - fucking- tight,” Astarion groans, peppering every word at the end of that sentence with a snap of his hips, his gaze locked onto where his frenzied cock is shoving into her cunt like he’s hypnotized. “It’s like you were made for me, so fucking perfect, it’s like you were created to take me, to be used by me. And I’ll make you feel it all as long as you keep being such a good girl for me.”

Tav reaches out with an unexpectedly soft, tender hand, nearly making Astarion flinch as her nails trace as gently along his jaw as someone trying not to startle an animal that might bolt or bite at any provocation. There’s something powerfully and unapologetically loving in the way that she looks at him, even as her hymen’s blood streaks up alongside the vein that decorates the curve of his dick. Like any other time, he’s causing her pain or at least a small measure of discomfort and she’s taking it, taking him, in stride and accepting it.

“I’ll be good for you,” she whispers, choking back a moan, and Astarion thinks to himself almost deliriously that she already has been. She’s been good for him and to him in a way that he had never thought that would be afforded to him in this lifetime. If he was a better man, maybe he’d tell her that, but he fears that he’s given her too much power over him already even without giving a voice to these murky, panicked feelings that are starting to take shape in the very center of himself.

Instead, he just snarls and puts those decades upon decades of experience to good use for once, tilting her pelvis slightly up and at an angle so he can hit that spongy spot inside of her walls that causes Tav to keen and her hands to scrabble harder at his shoulder blades like she’s trying to overwrite the scars on his back with ones from her blunt fingernails instead. Part of Astarion hopes that she does; he’d rather have a reminder of her to be etched deeply into him like an epitaph on a gravestone than anything of Cazador’s. Being marked with a souvenir of the first partner he’s truly wanted, that he wishes that he could burrow so deeply inside of that he could make a nest amongst her ribs instead of his scavenged pillows every night, sounds preferable over some shitty poem that he’s never even seen properly on his flesh.

Tav is stuttering out squeaky exclamations of his name and he can feel that already vice grip of her cunt starting to flutter, Astarion biting the inside of his own cheek to stifle a groan at the feeling. A fang draws his own blood and it tastes stale, bitter. He could keep pumping into her at this same rate and she’ll cum on her own within a few minutes, he can feel it like he can tell how many tumblers he’ll need to roll from just briefly handling a lock. But he’s never been a patient man, never been one to wait for something to happen when he can make the dominos fall himself, so he rips one of his hands from her leg and licks the thumb, making sure that she can see the showy way that his tongue coats it in his saliva before bringing it over her clit in mercilessly firm circles.

“Come on, let go for me, beautiful. You want to be good for me? Then cum, right now,” Astarion commands, hating how choppy and raspy his own words sound, how he can barely make himself heard over the slap of his sweat-heavy balls against her and his own labored breathing. He’s going to throw himself into the river near camp and hope that some kind of monster fish eats him if he loses control and cums first but gods, he is straining not to with how pussy drunk that he feels in this moment. Every jab of his cock into her feels like he is dipping it into the snuggest heat he’s ever experienced and it’s enough to make his head spin. He’s taken virgins in the past but it’s never felt like this before, like it’s some sort of celestial gift stolen from deities and not meant for mortal (or undead) men.

Thankfully, Tav goes over the edge into her pleasure just a few moments later, screaming out and trying to muffle it by burying her face into his collarbone and neck. If Astarion thought her cunt felt good before, the feeling of it clamping down now is otherworldly, milking him as thoroughly as someone wringing out a rag. Laughing almost madly at how exquisitely that her little core is squeezing him, the rogue gives her a few more shaky thrusts and unloads stream after stream of his cum into her, his testicles twitching as they empty themselves so thoroughly that he’s certain that she will be dripping with rivulets of his seed for a day or more after this.

Astarion slumps over her, his body a weight upon her as if he’s actually as corpse-like as vampires are rumored to be. He is actually reluctant to pull out just yet, to have this be over and allow her to disengage and get cleaned up. So he lets her stroke her soothing, kind touch over his back and neck, his cock softening in the safety of her satisfied and debauched cunt. Has he ever not wanted to flee immediately after sex? Has he ever felt like he had been that much in the moment during the act itself that he had to struggle not to cum too quickly? The answer unnerves him so he nuzzles into the fragrant softness of her hair like it’s a shield from his own troubled thoughts that this may have been more than a strategical move after all.

“I hope that it was still… pleasurable for you, despite my lack of experience,” Tav says falteringly, her tone rife with uncertainty. Astarion could laugh; it’s a pity that he can never tell her that this has been the best time that he’s had intimately as far as he can remember. He reasons that she probably wouldn’t believe him if he did say it but really, he can’t imagine showing his soft underbelly and making himself vulnerable this soon. She might not make herself as available next time if her ego gets too inflated, he tells himself.

Astarion places a toothy kiss under her ear, slipping his emotional mask back on (even if it felt oddly ill-fitting currently) and responds sleekly, “I wouldn’t worry about it, my love. I’m sure that after a few more times of me teaching you, you’ll probably be nearly as skilled at it as someone like me…”

[ellsbclls]

slow missionary sex with abby.. eye contact and dirty talk in a hushed tone is superior ❤️‍🩹

18+ MDNI

i’m not sure if you’re the same anon, but if you are, i’m officially making you my ❤️‍🩹 anon because every time i see the little emoji it sets off my heart like pavlov’s dog

but one thing i need to make clear about missionary abby, in my own sick little head, is that this woman smothers you during missionary. and you’re not sure what it stems from — whether it be some silent, come hither of a signal you send out that yearns to be held, to be protected and encased between her arms. to feel safe, especially at your most vulnerable.

or maybe it’s just the fact that she likes making you feel so small. likes to manhandle you around — a hand stuffed behind your knee, hiking it up her ribcage, or shoulders kissing yours, molding you to her skin till you’re nothing but a birthmark in the soft of her jaw — because she can.

her hand would snake between your trembling frame and the plush of your mattress, locking you into place with a firm hook . the other would be too occupied with keeping you nice and open, placed strategically so that the back of your thigh had no choice but to find purchase in it — so that there was no escaping her, no hiding when she nestles herself deep within your walls, and no desperate keen of your hips when she pulls back out

it’s all up to abby.

abby who encourages you with “who’s fucking cock is this? huh, this yours? go ahead, scout, show me how good you take this cock” and that’s right out the fucking gate. pairs it with the feather light kiss of her tip to your clit, lingers against your hole patiently, baited, until she deems you ready. says “thaaaat’s it — shhhh shh shh, i knew you could take it” sighing something between a moan and a chuckle into your temple, admiring your greedy little hole as it swallows every inch of her cock, stutters around the plastic with how full it is, despite the furrow of your brows, the glossy hesitance deep seated with every furtive glance, the heavy sighs. abby knew exactly how to ease you onto her, sitting nice and pretty at the hilt. but especially “‘love you, i love you iloveyouiloveyou — you and this sweet little cunt” ever so cockdrunk, she brands it into your skin, let’s it spill into your clavicle because it’s the only thing she knows when all her others thoughts fail her.

abby who lowers herself to her elbows so that she can press her forehead into yours, feel you there, wanton and sweaty, sweet pleas of her name dying short and raspy just behind your tongue. who kisses your nose, and thrusts, your cheeks, another thrust, each eyelid, soft and delicate to balance out the absolutely devastating spot she’s bruising. brushes away the tendrils of hair that have stuck to your forehead, all sweat slick and in the way. cares for you when you’re so lost in her.

abby who takes her time during missionary — who fucks you sweet, and slow, and savors the moment because it’s just you and her, a lithe pile of limbs that no one can touch but her, not even the world outside of you two ❤️‍🩹

[sednonamoris]

through the valley and the vale

Pairing: John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: Once Dutch gets a train robbery out of his system and the snowmelt starts, the Van der Linde gang makes its way to Horseshoe Overlook.

Warnings: Strong language, excessive heckling, references to animal neglect

Word count: 1,966

A/N: A fun little interlude to get us to Horseshoe Overlook, where the real fun begins!! Maybe it’s an unpopular opinion but I love Colter lol. Sad as I am to see her go, I can’t tell you how excited I am to dive into the rest of the story <3

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What was only meant to be a few days while the storm blew over has turned into weeks stuck in this frozen old mining town. With the wagons snowed in as they are there’s no choice but to wait for the thaw, and with each passing day you’re convinced it will never come. Each icicle and snowdrift and visible puff of breath taunts you, but you wait, because there’s nothing else to do. 

Except worry.

You’ve done plenty of that.

You worry for Hosea and the cough that rattles his chest, and for John who’s still bedbound after his attack. For little Jack, not big enough to keep warm on his own, and for Abigail who freezes so that he never goes cold. For Arthur, whose broad shoulders still aren’t wide enough to carry the weight of everyone else’s burdens on his back, as much as he tries. 

You even worry for Dutch, though he’s given you no reason to. Maybe that’s what worries you. 

Instead of lying low and using this opportunity to regroup before the law finds you again, he’s hellbent on stealing the O’Driscoll’s score off some train. Whoever this Cornwall fella is he must be rich, but you’d trade all the riches in the world for safety right now. There will be other trains. There won’t be another Lenny or Ms. Grimshaw or Javier or Reverend Swanson or anyone else you’ve come to call family in the years spent running with this gang. 

Still, where Dutch leads you follow. That’s one thing that’s never changed, and never will.

You’re due to leave for the tracks with him and the others in an hour.

“I should be coming with you,” John says. He’s sitting upright on his cot, looking as serious as he can in threadbare longjohns and bandages that cover half his face. 

“Sure,” you scoff. “You can scare the train to a stop with that ugly mug of yours right before you pass out.”

“I’m serious!”

“So am I,” you flick his forehead, and he scowls even as he flinches. “‘Sides, we don’t even have a horse to spare right now, unless you fancy saddlin’ up one of the teamsters.” 

He lets out a frustrated puff of air and looks away. “Could ride double with you.”

The look you give him is meant to be sardonic, but you suspect it just comes off fond. “You’re a stubborn fool, John Marston. Rest. You ‘n me can rob every train from here to Lemoyne once you’re better.” 

“I hate bein’ cooped up in here.”

“I know.”

“I should be out there covering you.”

“I know.” You smile your farewell. “Take it easy, Cowboy. We’ll be back before you know it.”

—

Dusk has already painted the sky in lavenders and golds and soft pinks when you ride back into camp. Moonshine puffs out a pleased snort as you pat his neck in praise. Things certainly didn’t go to plan, but even over a pile of bodies you managed to get the bonds. Hopefully Hosea can find a buyer sooner than later to take them off your hands, once you manage your way down this mountain.

On horseback you weave through the hustle and bustle of everyone else’s earlier arrival. Horses are picketed hither and thither, and Bill has already started passing around drinks. You raise a hand in greeting to Charles and Uncle before sidling up to the empty hitching post beside them, then pause in your tracks when another familiar face tries to greet you. 

John.

He should be inside resting, yet here he stands shivering by the hitching posts. Idiot. The smile that lights his face warms you surer than any fire, but you smother the feeling and fix a scowl on yours instead. 

“Get the hell back inside,” you scold. “Abigail will kill us both if she catches you out here.”

“You were late,” is all he says in his defense. 

You swing down from the saddle and secure the reins to the nearest hitching post. “Had to help Arthur send the train on. He won’t be far behind.”

“Well I ain’t waitin’ for him,” he says, and rubs his hands up and down his arms. “Hurry up, it’s freezing.”

You roll your eyes. “Go on in by the fire. I’ll be quick.”

With a pat to your shoulder he’s quick to do just that, and you busy yourself untacking. At the sound of Charles and Uncle chuckling to themselves you peek suspiciously over Moonshine’s back.

“What’s so goddamn funny?”

“Nothin’,” Uncle giggles, “apart from your little housewife over there.” He pitches his voice high and mocks, “Oh, Ghost, I missed you so much! Hold me close lest I freeze!” 

You level a flat stare. “Fuck off, old man.”

Charles coughs to cover his laugh.

“The both of you! Whole camp to pack and you’re out here gigglin’ like a bunch of schoolgirls. Go on, now.”

They leave, and you press the heels of your palms into your eyes. Most people won’t touch your and John’s friendship with a ten foot pole, but Charles is still new and Uncle… Well, he’s Uncle. You don’t mind, really, but if any of it gets back to Abigail you’re afraid she’ll smother you in your sleep. It’s bad enough the way you tiptoe around each other. 

Still, when you make your way into the warmth of the cabin, the only person John is waiting for is you.

—

Three days of snowmelt later you finally leave Colter.

Most everyone is making the journey by wagon, with the exceptions of Micah, Lenny, and you. Their job is to scout ahead. Yours is to herd the unused horses to wherever it is Hosea says you’ll be able to hide out East. Someplace called Horseshoe Overlook, if you remember right.

John is the last thing to be packed, trundled up and onto one of the wagons in his cot despite several heated protests that he’s fine, and to leave him alone, and can’t he ride with Ghost please his leg is fine now. You just laugh. 

“You’re more’n welcome to ride along,” you tease from atop your horse. “I’ll stick you on The Count and watch him drag you there and back again with one foot stuck in the stirrup. Rub a little dirt on those scars. Makes ‘em heal faster, I hear.”

John groans in defeat.

“That ain’t funny,” Abigail snaps. 

You tip your hat in apology but can’t quite hide your grin when John pulls a face that turns to a wince as the wagon jerks forward and the convoy begins its slow, rumbling descent.

He’ll be fine. With Abigail looking out for him he hasn’t got a choice. 

—

It’s steady going, even with as many of you as there are. You fall behind when the terrain gets rough to set a pace that’s easier on the horses. They’re made of stern stuff, certainly, but with the exception of Brown Jack they’re just not as hardy as the draft crosses that pull the wagons. And anyway, there’s no rush to get there, especially since every day greets you a little more warmly than the last.

Eventually you’re forced to acknowledge that you’re overdressed and pack away the fur-lined coat that’s been like a second skin the past few weeks. You close your eyes and sigh as the first warm breeze of the season kisses your cheeks. The horses are just as pleased by it, kicking up their heels and rolling at every opportune creek or patch of dirt. They also begin to shed that thick layer of late-winter fur they no longer need as the days get longer and lighter. Robins and finches swoop down to snag tufts of it off brambles and bushes - sometimes even off the horses themselves - to use as bedding for the eggs they’re soon to lay.

After the winter you just endured, spring is a welcome relief.

You’ve been camping mostly in open spaces to avoid scavenging bears spooking the herd, but tonight dusk falls while you’re still surrounded by forest. There’s no choice but to head further in and find a spot for the night. You’re prepared to settle for the driest patch of dirt - maybe a little lean-to made of fallen branches if the weather turns - so you really can’t believe your luck when you come upon a cabin instead.

It’s overgrown and unlit, and there’s a hole in the roof, but it’ll do for a night. There’s even a little stable with a round pen beside it for you to put up horses. Although— 

There’s a horse already there.

You ground tie Moonshine and sweep the house for its rider, pistol at the ready. Floorboards creak beneath your boots but no one is there. The barn is just as empty. 

Strange. 

The moment you approach the big gelding he whinnies. It’s a desperate sound that tugs at your heartstrings. Good thing whoever left him here is long gone, or you’d have killed them for sure; he’s in poor condition. Up to his pasterns in piss and shit, and skinny to boot. 

“Easy now, old boy,” you tell him. “We’ll get you sorted.”

You’re quick to hobble the herd for the night and set them up just outside the round pen. Once they’ve settled you get to work cleaning up your new friend. The footing in his paddock is too far gone to bother fixing for a night, so you focus on what you can do. The few flakes of hay that haven’t gone with mold you toss into a relatively dry corner. While he munches away you remove weeks’ worth of muck and grime from his coat. Beneath it all he’s a gorgeous liver chestnut with a flaxen mane and tail. There’s some scalding on his legs, but a bit of salve and days spent on the dry roads will clear it right up. 

It’s not even a question that he’s coming with you. 

Maybe after getting picked up yourself all those years ago you’ve got a soft spot for strays, but you’d never be able to leave a horse behind knowing it won’t make it another week alone. Besides, you know someone in the market for a new horse.

—

You arrive at Horseshoe Overlook two days behind the rest of the gang, motley herd in tow. 

Everyone rushes out to greet you when you arrive and take the horses off your hands, but John is already at the hitching posts, waiting. 

“What took you so long?” he shades his eyes to look up at you and smirks. Cheeky coming from someone who was waited upon in a wagon the whole way here. 

“I got somethin’ for you,” you say. His brow furrows when you point to the big gelding, still underweight but already with a healthier shine to his coat. 

“An underfed nag?” 

You shrug. “Made me think of you.”

“Real nice,” he scoffs, but he can’t hide the thoughtful smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth when he takes a better look. He’s always liked a horse that takes up his leg. This one definitely will. Just needs a few weeks of feed and care, and John’s got plenty of time for that while he heals. 

“If you don’t want ‘im that’s fine, but you better get that thing up to weight before you sell it,” you warn, but you’re not worried.

He’ll keep him. It’s written all over his face. You toss over the tub of salve you mixed and smile fondly after him as he goes up to greet his new horse. He’s still limping, a little, but the concern that’s had your chest in a vice for so long eases off watching them interact.

Things… well, they might turn out alright.

[bbysamu]

🗣NEW SHOW ALERT! 

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EPISODE 1: The OG Story of Hansel & Gretel 

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The more I'm on this platform, the more creative and chaotic I feel so I'm starting a new segment and I hope you’ll be as entertained as me. Thank you to @milkbreadforlife for the 150% love and support for this idea and the beautiful header!

[ibukis-songbook]

[nonrequest] (Dom?)Kiibo having his fem+afab s/o sit on his face

Hi I’m desperate and subby, and horny for the robot, so I physically needed to write this so badly. Istg I’m working on requests, I’m just anxious over making them like, good. When you’ve been requested something there’s more pressure to make it what the anon wants then when you write something for yourself. Not that I don’t enjoy taking requests! I just want them to be perfect. Dumb, I know. And perfect is the opposite of done, I suppose. I’ll post more of them soon lol. Anyways, have some shameless robot smut until I can finish these requests. (Btw two of said requests include kinks I’ve NEVER written so that’s partially why it’s taking me a while. sorry!)

CW: smut, fem+afab reader, use of “good girl” and other pet names/praise/dirty talk, face sitting, oral, fingering, overstim, groping/squeezing/massaging action, thigh based “suffocation”, lowkey body worship?, Kiibo being a robot and having fun robot functions, basically soft dom Kiibo, can you all tell I really love dom roboboy?

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Megan Thee Stalion & Dua Lipa - Sweetest Pie

Kiibo didn’t used to have a high sex drive

Not until he met you

Y’all get into a relationship and suddenly he’s all over you all the time. Hope you have some high stamina s/o, you’re in for a ride.

And one of his favorite things is making you completely fall apart on his tongue. He will eat you out like a man starved and will gladly suffocate in your thighs while doing it, praising you the whole damn time.

He’ll probably start by touching up on you in some way, like massaging or cuddling you, before he starts groping your chest, ass, hips, or thighs.

He really likes your curvier bits, and will give them lots of attention. Sometimes he does it subconsciously or when he’s not even horny. He just finds them so human and so comforting (and very attractive of course).

He’ll pull you on top of him, and drag you down to kiss him roughly (or at least, as rough as Kiibo could get with you), all the while massaging circles into your hips.

He’ll pull you closer to his head by your thighs, and sit you on his chest until he gets your “yes” to sitting on top of him.

“You wanna be on top, sweet girl? Wanna use my mouth?”

Yesyesyesyeysyesyesyesye-

He has this soft, sweet voice he uses for you in the bedroom where it doesn’t even sound like he’s commanding anything (cause he’s not lol). It makes you shiver and your mind gets all fuzzy.

Before you sit down he’ll definitely tease you first. He doesn’t really mean to make it so torturous, he just wants to warm you up a bit.~

He likes to take it slow, watching you hovering over him, soaking up all of your cute reactions and whimpers at his (lack of) touching.

He’ll drag his fingers along your slit with your panties still on, and blow air on it to make you squirm.

He’d take your panties off or push them aside and set his hands on your hips to push your cunt closer to his lips.

He takes that first lick and can’t help but dive right in after. He’d drag his tongue from your entrance to your clit, gathering your slick and moaning just at the taste and feel of you. He’ll buck up into the air as soon as he feels you start to clench around his tongue, and shoves it farther inside of you, making sure to rub slow circles around your clit with his thumb.

The taste of you melting on his tongue like candy puts him in such a daze. He loves being his sweet princess’ throne, and making you feel so so good. It makes him feel so wanted.

He’ll give his mouth a break to make sure he’s praising you, and he’ll keep you entertained by fingering you deep as he smothers you with sweet words.

“Pretty, pretty girl. Are you feeling okay? You’re doing so well, baby. Good girl. Such a good girl. You taste so good. I love when you ride my fingers like that. So cute, so desperate.”

His fingers will hook in a “come hither” motion, and the pads of his fingers will vibrate, hitting your special spot with such vigor. He won’t let you cum just yet though.

He promises he’s not trying to tease or edge you, he just wants you to feel satisfied when you finally do cum.

(But between you and me…yes he is.)

“Shhh, not yet, not yet. I wanna make this feeling last longer. Be a good girl for me, please?”

He’ll go back to eating you out, sometimes doing this cycle a few more times before he lets you cum.

He’ll use the vibrating function in his tongue only at the very end. Once he does this enough times, feels confident enough in his pussy-eating skills that he can make you cum without it, though he knows you very much enjoy the feeling of him cranking it all the way up as soon as you’re on the edge.

He pulls you down onto his mouth by your thighs and takes short bursts to coax you along with his words, inching you ever closer to your high.

“You’re close, aren’t you, honey? Oh, you are. Look at how you’re panting. So cute. You wanna cum? Cum for me baby, come on. Pretty girl. Cum in my mouth, yeah…yeah. Mmm.”

You finally getting to cum is his favorite part. He has no need to breathe, but he pretends you’re suffocating him with your thighs wrapped around his head. He lives to see you whimper and moan his name, grinding your sweet pussy on his face, letting you spill over, him drinking up every last whine and sob as he feels you tighten up and shake in pure ecstasy, all because of him. Him. All because he can do that to you.

He’ll praise you endlessly afterwards, pull you into a long, soft kiss (or three), and pet your head to calm you down as you slow your breathing and bathe in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“Good girl, good girl. Such a good girl. You did so well for me. You always do so well. Come here, let me hold you. I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

He thanks you a thousand times over, grateful to be able to help that sweet, submissive, sexy side of you come out just for him to see. He adores you wholeheartedly.

“Thank you so much for letting me give you that feeling. I love being yours so much. I love you.”

[jbarneswilson]

Hello miss gorgeous Manda 😘 I would love “How come you always end up under my blanket?” for Sambucky please - I think it's a brilliant concept for those two!!

you call ME gorgeous?! ma’am. YOU are gorgeous. but flattery will get you everywhere. and you are right, these two lend themselves to that prompt quite well!

as requested:

3. “How come you always end up under my blanket?”

The moment the front door closes behind Sam, Bucky hops out of his bed and scampers across the apartment to Sam’s bedroom. He pauses in the doorway to stare at the navy blue sherpa blanket spread over Sam’s bed. Certain he won’t be interrupted any time soon, Bucky climbs in and burrows under the blanket.

He hums in pleasure as his body heat warms the soft white fleece underside. His fingers and toes begin to thaw out and he uncurls from his fetal position to pull one of Sam’s pillows into his arms. Clutching it tightly, he breathes in Sam’s scent, a heady mix of cocoa butter, sandalwood, and warm skin. It’s the best smell on the planet and Bucky drifts off to sleep, dreaming of holding Sam instead of his pillow.

*

“I have a question for you.”

Bucky does not awaken with a shriek, but instead lets out a very manly noise of surprise as he bolts upright. “Wha? It’s not mine officer!”

At the sound of Sam’s laughter, Bucky blows out a breath and slumps in relief, willing his heartbeat to return to normal sinus rhythm. He runs a hand through his messy hair and squints up at Sam.

“That wasn’t my question but good to know,” Sam smirks down at him and Bucky tries to smother the butterflies taking flight in his stomach but how can he when the world’s most gorgeous man won’t stop looking at him?

Breaking eye contact, Bucky mumbles to the blanket, “You gonna ask your question or not?”

“You’re awfully sassy for someone who’s been caught, yet again, in a bed that’s not theirs. Imma start callin’ you Goldilocks.” At Bucky’s annoyed huff, Sam sobers up slightly, “Okay okay, so. How come you always end up under my blanket? I’ve got a theory and I wanna see if I’m right.”

Since he’d rather die than tell his best friend and roommate why he can’t stay out of his bed, Bucky blurts out, “It’s right. Whatever it is.”

“Oh really?” Sam’s voice goes low and dark, settling at the base of Bucky’s spine. “Fascinating.”

Despite the vague sense that he is walking himself into a trap, Bucky finds himself asking, “Uh, why is that fascinating?”

“Because my theory is that this is some sort of cyborg mating ritual; like, your version of pon farr.”

Startled, Bucky shoots a glance at Sam, expecting to see annoyance if not outright anger on his friend’s face. Instead, Sam is looking at him with something a lot like hope in his eyes. An answering hope starts to kindle inside of Bucky, too, and he leans back on his hands, sending Sam his best come hither smile.

“Why don’t you come on in here and find out?”

send me a fluffy dialogue prompt!

[harlot-of-oblivion]

Watch Me Ignite

You have one helluva good time with a white-haired stranger at some shady bar.

Ask sweetly and ye shall receive what you desire, @thedyingmoon​! 🌺😊🌺

I went the NFSW route with Dante this time and I have no idea if this is what you had in mind 😅 This steamy idea has been brewing for awhile now and I’ve finally decided to write it out! 

Hope you enjoy! 🌹😘🌹

Rating: Explicit

Abandon all pants ye who reads below the cut!

“You’re already this wet for me, babe?”

The loud rock music and clamor of the crowded bar drowns out your soft whimpers. You shiver and bite your lower lip as nimble fingers tease your cunt, still slightly cool from the cold beer he was nursing moments ago. A strong hand squeezes your hip as you fidget in the lap of the white-haired stranger you’ve only just met tonight.

He said his name was Dante. 

But the searing hot breath blowing against the nape of your neck makes you wonder if he’s actually the devil himself.

You expected to spend your night drinking at this shady bar, maybe catch the eye of a fellow lonely stranger. But when you noticed one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen sitting in a secluded booth...you felt a sudden shift in the air. And you knew that this ordinary night would turn out a little more interesting if you broke the ice with a couple of beers. 

The playful quirk of his scruffy lips made your knees weak as you offered him a free drink and some company. Both of you introduced yourselves before launching into some humorous conversation with a lot of blatant flirting. You ended up on his lap before another round of beer, grinding against the impressive bulge hiding in his leather pants. He stroked the top of your thighs, calloused thumbs teasing just above your black miniskirt as you trade some raunchy quips…

But then, you really piqued his interest with a racy whisper close to his ear, giving him a sultry wink before widening your legs in a subtle invitation.

“You strike me as the type that gets off on danger.”

You swear there’s a flash of red in his striking blue eyes as he stared down at you, pupils dilating rapidly as his gaze lingered on your thighs. “You could say that,” he murmured with a wolfish grin, wrapping one arm around your hips as he slipped the other hand underneath your skirt. You tremble in anticipation as his fingers slowly trail up your inner thigh, creeping closer and closer until barely touching your soaked panties. 

Dante leaned in close as he pushed the flimsy fabric aside, stirring your simmering desire with a husky whisper of his own.

“And you must really love playing with fire.”

The sudden sound of glass breaking knocks you out of the heady moment as your head whips around towards the bar. Dante uses the timely distraction to push one finger inside you, making your hips jump as you quickly bring your attention back to titillating the matter at hand. You just barely manage to stifle your moan as he slowly moves his finger in and out of your slick cunt. Your thighs quiver with the restraint of keeping your hips still as he adds another finger before gradually pumping them in time with the rowdy music blaring through speakers.  

“Oh fuck,” you whine softly as your pleasure rises higher and higher with every sly stroke beneath your miniskirt.

Dante lets out a breathy chuckle. “You like that, babe?” he taunts playfully while doing a come-hither motion with his fingers. 

You smother another moan by reaching for your long-forgotten beer and chugging the rest of it down. Dante grunts as your cunt twitches with your immediate release, slightly rocking his confined hard-on against your ass. Your eyes roam around the bar through the haze of your ongoing orgasm, wondering if any of its patrons are aware of the salacious act currently happening in the corner booth.  

It’s right then and there that you decide to up the ante in this dangerous game. 

“My place isn’t too far from here,” Dante points out with a cheeky grin as he carefully removes his hands from between your legs. “How about you ride with me and we’ll pick up where you got off?” he asks while suckling his fingers, softly humming at the taste of you while your hand slithers behind your back.

“Hmm,” you hum, quirking an eyebrow in thought as you quickly unbuckle his belt. “It’s a very tempting offer,” you murmur while unbuttoning the fly of his leather pants. “But I’m not done playing with fire juuuuust yet.”

You relish the spark of aroused shock in his eyes as you stuff your hand deep into his pants and grab the base of his girthy cock. Your hips slightly shift up and off his lap as you pull him out, making sure that your miniskirt is hiding his long and hard member. You bring your lips within a hair’s length of his scruffy mouth, tasting yourself on his panting breath as you move your drenched panties to the side.

“C’mon, baby,” you whisper, getting lost in the flame of fiery gaze while aligning him against your entrance. 

“Watch me ignite.” 

Your tongue flicks out as you slowly sink down on his cock, steadily taking him in with a satisfying sigh while licking his bottom lip. Dante slams his mouth against your own, muffling the husky growl crawling up his throat while squeezing your hips. You smirk against his lips as you settle back down on his lap, squirming at the feel of being completely filled while he pries your mouth open with his teeth.

It looks like your typical drunken makeout session to anyone glancing over at the corner of this shady bar.

But both of you know there’s nothing typical about it as you slowly clench your cunt over and over, savoring every throb of his cock while ravishing each other’s mouths with greedy tongues.

Dante tightens his grip on your hips, digging his nails into your miniskirt as he refrains from bucking up into you. He tears away from your wanton kiss and grabs his neglected beer, acting like nothing is amiss while chugging the rest of it down in one smooth motion. You surreptitiously look around the bar, checking to see if anyone is onto your dangerous game.

“Now that you’re all warmed up,” he whispers, softly nipping at your ear while wrapping one arm around your hips. 

“Time to turn up the heat.”

You’re not even aware of his hand up your skirt until you feel his fingers slipping under your ruined panties. A soft gasp of surprise threatens to escape your throat, but he quickly captures your lips once more as he rubs tight circles around your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the pulses of pleasure building up again, coiling between your legs before unraveling with your blissful orgasm.

Dante softly growls as your body silently shudder in his lap, reveling in every twitch and spasm until he cums with a slight shiver. You feel his seed gush out in white hot spurts as you pull away from wicked lips, letting your eyes wander over the unwary faces of strangers all around the bar. He wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close to his chest, remaining absolutely still while both of your pleasure subsides.

“Damn...that was fucking hot,” you murmur with a soft giggle.

You feel his chest rumble with a deep chuckle in response as one of the waiters comes by your table. “How we doin’ over here?” they ask with a friendly smile, totally oblivious to the shameless act that just occurred. Both of you share knowing glances before giving different responses at the same time.

“Fan-fuckin’-tastic!”

“Great! Uh...check, please?” 

[foularcadebanana]

Smothering You with Love

Day 6 Prompt for the Untamed Fall Fest 2020 is ‘Foliage’.

Summary: It's just another day in the life of Nie Huaisang studying at Gusu. Wei Wuxian gets distracted and gets into trouble, Nie Huaisang sneaks a canary into class, and Jiang Cheng gets smothered in leaves.

Nie Huaisang could spot the exact second Wei Wuxian got bored and distracted during Lan Qiren’s lecture. He noticed Wei Wuxian’s gaze shifting to Jiang Cheng, who was sitting in front of him, for a second, before focusing on him.

He gave Nie Huaisang a quick wave and stifled a yawn, probably to show him exactly how he felt about Lan Qiren yapping on and on in a monotonous voice during the lecture. Nie Huaisang hid a smile behind his fan as his eyes flickered from Wei Wuxian down to his table. Hidden beneath the table was a beautiful canary he had spotted singing on the ground near him before the lecture had started. He had been sitting under one of the thousands of trees planted in Gusu, painting the mountains that he could spot in a faraway distance, when the canary had come to him.

When Nie Huaisang looked back up at Wei Wuxian, his gaze had settled on the Second Young Master of Lan. Nie Huaisang perked up at that, straightening in his seat as he wondered which tactics Wei-xiong would use this time to catch Lan Wangji’s attention. Lan Wangji glared at Wei Wuxian but that didn’t deter him. He scribbled something onto a plain piece of parchment and sent it flying to Lan Wangji when Lan Qiren’s back was turned to them.

Nie Huaisang watched Jiang Cheng’s attention turning to Wei Wuxian as he became aware of what his brother was doing. He immediately rolled his eyes heavenwards and turned back to Lan Qiren to listen to what he was saying. The piece of parchment reached Lan Wangji, and Nie Huaisang was on the edge of his seat, wanting to know what Wei Wuxian had scribbled on it and what Lan Wangji’s reaction to it would be.

The Second Young Master of Lan turned red before standing up and furiously bellowing, “Wei Ying!” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened and he scrambled to stand up. “Come outside right now and fight me.” The paper in Lan Wangji’s hand burst into flames and he began to pull out his sword. Nie Huaisang had never seen him this angry.

“No, thank you, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian had the gal to blink up innocently at him. “I think I would like to listen to Professor Lan Qiren teaching us about the difference between exorcising ghouls and ghosts.”

“Wangji, what is going on? You and Wei Wuxian come with me this instant. Class dismissed!” Lan Qiren said before marching off with both the boys in tow, one of them glaring daggers at the other, who smiled cheekily in response.

“Wei Wuxian can never stop getting into trouble,” Jiang Cheng huffed as he walked back to their rooms along with Nie Huaisang.

“Ah, let it go Jiang-xiong. Wei Wuxian was just having a little fun,” Nie Huaisang said, trying to placate Jiang Cheng’s anger.

“Having fun? Having fun?!” Jiang Cheng seemed to grow even angrier. “Did you see Lan Wangji? He looked like he was about to kill Wei Wuxian! And if he hasn’t already done it yet, I’m sure Lan Qiren will be more than happy to do it for him.”

“I wonder what it was that Wei-xiong drew on that piece of parchment that made the Second Young Master of Lan react in such a hostile way,” Nie Huaisang questioned out loud.

“I drew us kissing,” a voice interrupted the conversation.

“Wei-xiong!” Nie Huaisang delightedly greeted him. “We were just waiting for you.”

“No, we weren’t,” Jiang Cheng grumpily muttered. “We were just leaving you to go back to our rooms.”

He was lying. Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng both knew it. They had been walking across the path that led to Lan Qiren’s office and they had been going slower than usual. They had been waiting for Wei Wuxian, and Wei Wuxian knew it too.

“Oh, my adorable didi. It’s so sweet that you were waiting for me.” Wei Wuxian caught up with them both and put his hand over Jiang Cheng’s shoulder, pulling him close and pinching his cheeks. “Isn’t my didi the greatest, Nie-xiong?”

Wei Wuxian let go of Jiang Cheng, who had been trying to shake him off anyway, to lean on Nie Huaisang’s shoulder. Nie Huaisang and Wei Wuxian shared a look and they both smirked as Nie Huaisang responded. “Of course! Jiang-xiong is the greatest didi and friend. I think he deserves a hug for that. What do you think Wei-xiong?”

The three of them were almost near their rooms which were hidden behind the dense foliage near the entrance to them. The tree leaves had changed colour, going from their usual green to all sorts of different colours, some dark reds and oranges, some pinks, and violets. There were a bunch of leaves fallen next to them, in the shape of the mountains Nie Huaisang had been trying to draw.

Nie Huaisang’s canary chirped from his robes, as if in agreement, before Wei Wuxian even spoke.

“Look Jiang Cheng, even the canary agrees,” Wei Wuxian said, pointing to the bird cage as Nie Huaisang put it down on the ground next to him gently. “Now we have to give you a big hug.”

“No!” Jiang Cheng yelled as Wei Wuxian threw himself at his brother. Jiang Cheng, taken by surprise, couldn’t handle Wei Wuxian’s entire weight and the both of them toppled straight into the collection of leaves that had fallen onto the ground. “WEI WUXIAN!!!” Jiang Cheng roared as he fell face first onto the leaves and Wei Wuxian fell on top on him. “You are dead. You’re a dead man.” Jiang Cheng stated as a few leaves entered his mouth.

Wei Wuxian didn’t move from where he was sprawled on top of Jiang Cheng, laughing too hard to respond. Nie Huaisang thought, what the hell, things couldn’t possibly get any worse for Jiang Cheng, and if anyone was going to be on the receiving end of Jiang Cheng’s wrath, it was going to be Wei Wuxian.

Besides, Nie Huaisang had promised Jiang Cheng a hug. So, he quietly walked over to the two boys covered in colourful leaves, spread his robes wide, dramatically—

“No, Huaisang, don’t!” Jiang Cheng called out in alarm.

Wei Wuxian, on the other hand, made a come-hither gesture. “Come on, join me. Let’s smother Jiang Cheng with love.”

“It isn’t your love that’s smothering me you fucking—” Jiang Cheng responded, but he cut off with an “—oooff!” as Nie Huaisang fell on both of them and joined the smothering of love. “Ugh, I hate you both,” Jiang Cheng muttered from underneath them both.

“But we love you, Jiang-xiong!” Nie Huaisang sang with a smile on his face.

“Yes, we do,” Wei Wuxian cheered as they both continued to smother him with love and their entire bodies. He could never hope to escape them or their unending love for him.

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[wlwreader]

Teacher’s Pet

A/N: Alright, it’s only about 2am as I type this out and I’ve spent the majority of today working on this fic. Tho I’m honestly not sure how I feel about it, it feels a bit messy. Mainly because I had too many ideas for this fic and I tried to fit too many of them together or at least that’s what I’m telling myself. Also the reader has like no dialogue 🤷‍♀️ but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless

Summary: Classroom shenanigans and a few close calls.

Warnings: Praise kink if you squint, public sex

WC: 2k+

Pairing: Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

The room was deadly silent despite how full it was. The only sound that could be heard was that of your Professor’s voice as she went over what to expect on the upcoming exam. Your peers were enraptured with every word that came out of her mouth and you couldn’t blame them. Wanda Maximoff was gorgeous and everyone on campus seemed to agree. You watched her with a dreamy expression, admiring the wisps of hair that framed her lovely face.

“I hope you all were paying attention,” Professor Maximoff eyes you pointedly with a knowing smile, “because this will be the only time I go over it in class.” She walks back to rest in her desk chair and you sit up straighter in your seat with anticipation when you see her rummaging in her purse. 

You can’t help the soft whimper that escapes you as the vibrator stuffed into your cunt buzzes to life. The students seated around you shoot you varying looks before Wanda has their full undivided attention again. 

“Now, I suggest you use this time to review and if you have any questions about the material, I encourage you to come to me.” You sigh in relief as the students near you return to their work, seemingly forgetting about any noises you may have made.

You barely catch her fiddling with something behind her desk before you jerk in your seat as the vibrations grow more intense and you have to choke down a moan. You hide your flushed face in your folded arms that lay across your desk and clench your legs together as the pleasure quickly begins to climb. Bottom lip caught between your teeth, you desperately try to keep silent in the quiet room.

The feeling of being watched overwhelms all other senses and you peek from your small shelter, eyes nervously searching for the culprit. You cast your gaze downwards and catch your Professor watching you. The small, secretive smirk she sends you has your cunt clenching around the toy stretching you and you almost cum right there.

Muffled whimpers slip past your lips as you rock your hips as subtly as you can. The vibrator shifts inside of you and you can’t stop the groan that escapes you when it buzzes against your g-spot. Your orgasm continues to build and as you get closer to climax you realize with excitement and horror that she wasn’t going to turn it off. She wanted to watch you cum in a room filled with your classmates.

That thought alone is enough to tilt you over the edge. With your face buried in your arms, you cum. Your body trembles and a moan slips past your lips as you squirm in your seat. When you come down from your climax, the toy continues to vibrate inside you and your pitiful whine has your classmates eyeing you with a mix of worry and shock. The buzzing finally dies down and you sit with your face still hidden for the remainder of class, too embarrassed to face anyone.

It feels like forever before Professor Maximoff is announcing the end of class and you listen to the shuffles of students as they pack up all their belongings. You hear someone clear their throat and sit up, watching as the last few of your classmates trickle out of the door. Wanda calls your last name and you eye her as she crooks a finger in a ‘come-hither’ motion, a small smile on her face. You obey (of course you do) and once you reach her, she’s quick to pull you into her.

“You did so well for me sweetheart.” The words are cooed into your ear and you melt into her arms. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss before her tongue swipes across your bottom lip and you happily welcome the intrusion with a moan. Your fingers toy with the button of her jeans as you trail kisses across her jawline and when you move to tug down her zipper, she pulls away. You whine and she laughs softly as she leads you to her desk.

“We’ll get to that darling. Just let me get comfortable.” As soon as she’s seated in her desk chair, you eagerly kneel between her parted legs and she laughs again. You waste no time in tugging her pants and underwear down, you clit throbs at the sight of her glistening cunt. You can’t help but stop and admire, hands caressing the soft skin of her inner thighs.

“Well? You have to earn that A somehow, printesa.” You roll your eyes at the statement. At this point you were way passed doing this for the sake of your grades, but you don’t speak your thoughts. Instead, you dive straight in, desperate to finally taste her again. Her hand threads through your hair as you trail your tongue through her folds. A quiet sigh of appreciation slips past her lips before she’s pulling you closer. “Come on, you know what I want.”

You do and you happily oblige. Your mouth attaches to her clit and you suckle, the moan you’re rewarded with has you clenching around the toy still stuffed inside of you. “Yesss, just like that, baby. Good girl.” The last word is groaned out and you whimper against her, hips grinding down against the floor. Wanda laughs breathlessly at the sight and reaches for the remote she’s left on the desk. Soon the pleasant buzzing returns and you practically start humping the ground in earnest. The classroom is filled with the sound of heavy breathing, soft moans and the slick noise of you devouring her cunt.

Just as your fingers tease against her entrance, a knock on the door has her hastily pushing you into the small space under her desk before pulling herself as close as possible to hide her naked lower half. All just in time for her to see the head of one of her students peak around the door to the classroom. 

“Professor Maximoff?” 

She clears her throat before responding. “Yes, Alex?” The quiet patter of your classmates feet get louder as she walks closer to the desk.

“I’m a bit worried about my grade in this class and I was hoping that you could give me some,” she trails off and you wait with bated breath for her to continue, “extra credit.” The tone of her voice leaves her intention clear and a sickly feeling fills you. You tune the rest of their conversation out (and the virbator still buzzing inside of you), shaky hands reaching out to spread Wanda’s legs again and take her clit into your mouth. Her voice wavers above you and she reaches down to grip your hair tightly in warning, but she doesn’t pull you away. Your tongue rolls over the nub as you softly suck and you hear her cover a moan with a cough. 

There’s an awkward silence before they continue speaking and you note happily to yourself that your Professor is giving actual work to your classmate. Two of your fingers tease her entrance and she spreads her legs further apart before the digits sink easily inside. The slow push and pull of your fingers paired along with the warmth of your mouth and tongue on her clit has her legs trembling soon enough. Excitement races through you as you realize she’s close, the rhythmic flutter of her walls a dead giveaway.

“Professor Maximoff are you alright? You look really sick, should I come back later?” 

“I— Y-yeah, I had the flu a few days ago and I,” she stops to clear her throat before speaking again, “I thought it passed but clearly it h-hasn’t.” She uses her fingers tangled in your hair to pull your mouth off her clit and you move to kiss the insides of her thighs, fingers still curling inside of her.

“Okay, I hope you feel better soon Professor. I’ll see you next class.” Soft footfalls fade quietly as the student walks towards the door.

“Thank you, Alex.” As soon as the sound of the door closing echoes throughout the classroom she’s pulling you back into her puffy cunt with a groan.

“Ohh, you naughty girl. I should fail you for trying to make me cum in front of her like that.” You mumble a sorry into her lips before you’re rolling your tongue over her clit, pulling a keening moan out of her. Her hips roll into each thrust of your fingers, her grip on your hair keeping you close to her pussy, almost smothering you between her legs. “God, your mouth feels so good, baby.”

The pulsing of her walls returns quickly and it’s not long before she’s cumming, the desk chair squeaking as her back arches. Her hips grind against your face as she rides out her orgasm and then she’s slumping in her chair, chest rising and falling quickly with her heavy breaths. Her hand runs through your hair, gently scratching at your scalp while the other turns the vibrator off and you hum contently, enjoying the small, intimate moment. The peacefulness lasts only a few seconds longer before she’s urging you back and you watch as she walks towards the door to lock it. 

“Bend over the desk, sweetheart.” You don’t hesitate to obey, always eager to please your Professor. Kicking off your shoes and tugging your jeans and underwear off, you wiggle your butt in the air as she walks up behind you. You’re not prepared for the slap that lands on your ass and you hiss at the lingering sting. Wanda trails her hands along your ass, messaging each cheek before she’s gripping the toy still stuffed inside your aching cunt. 

She slowly pulls the vibrator out and replaces it with two of her fingers and you whimper loudly. “You have to be quiet, printesa. We don’t want to get caught.” You nod quickly and she hums a good girl as she curls her fingers, pressing into your walls. She leans herself over your back, her free hand reaching around to grope your neglected breasts before she starts thrusting into you in earnest. Your moans echo throughout the room and when you feel her pull away you can’t stop the pathetic whine that passes your lips. “Open your mouth.” 

As soon as your lips part, she stuffs your ruined panties into your mouth. “You spit those out, I stop. Understand?” A muffled yes is all it takes to have those heavenly fingers curling into your heat once more and you push back to meet each thrust. She grabs the toy again with her free hand after turning it back on and presses it to your throbbing clit. Your knees buckle under the vibrations, the desk supporting a majority of your weight as your walls clench around the fingers pumping into you. 

“I should give you an A just for how pretty your pussy is. So puffy and red. Absolutely perfect.” The last word is purred out and you groan into the fabric in your mouth. She presses the vibrator harder against your clit, a third finger stretching your aching cunt. You grip onto the edge of the desk as the coil in your lower stomach grows tighter, your muffled moans flowing carelessly.

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” You barely manage a nod. Her fingers press incessantly into your g-spot as she continues to talk, “Do it. Cum for me printesa.” And you do, your walls gripping Wanda’s fingers tightly while they continue to curl inside you. Your whole body trembles as you climax, toes curling and the muscles in your stomach tensing. She pulls the vibrator away from your clit and you finally slowly start to come down from your orgasm. Your panties are removed from your mouth and you lay against the desk panting as she trails her fingers across your back gently.

 It’s not long before your breathing returns to normal and you can feel the smile against your skin as she leans up to trail kisses along your neck. “There’s one more thing I need to grade, baby.” 

“Mmm and what would that be, Professor?” Her hands move to grope your butt and you feel her breath ghost along the shell of your ear as she whispers, “Your ass.”

[bitchloveskcbaseball]

Flirt

This is in response to @wackydrabbles​ prompt this week:  Let’s be honest with ourselves, we knew this was going to happen.

A/N: In case anybody was wondering, this is in the same universe as my fics Surprise and Home. 8-D

Characters: Bryce Lahela and Casey Valentine All credit to Pixelberry for their characters.

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“Oh. My. God. Are you serious?”

“Um… do you really want me to answer that?”

Casey pinched the bridge of her nose as she muttered, “I uh, lord I don’t know if I do or not.”

“Well I –.”

“Nope. No. Just…no.”

Bryce whined, “Casey!”

Casey had to look away from the pitiful look on her boyfriend’s face before she either caved or burst out laughing. “I just, god Bryce,” she paused to stifle a chuckle bubbling up her throat, “This is your mess. I can't even…” She smothered giggle, barely keeping her carefully crafted neutral expression in place.

“C'mon. You gotta help me babe! I didn’t mean for this to happen!”

Finally unable to contain herself any longer, Casey burst out laughing so hard it doubled her over. “Oh, love. Let’s be honest with ourselves, we knew this was going to happen eventually. You flirt way too much for this to not happen.”

“But everyone in the hospital knows we're a couple!”

“Bryce. She's new. Like today’s-her-first-day new. How the hell would she know you were only goofing around when you started giving her that come-hither look of yours?”

His face fell and he refused to make eye contact with her as he asked, “Are you mad?”

Casey could practically feel the worry rolling off of him, so she finally took pity and sat down next to him. When he didn’t even glance in her direction, she reached over to lace their fingers together and pull their hands into her lap. Using her free hand, she started drawing random patterns on his arm and soothed, “Of course I’m not mad.”

He tentatively turned to face her, his eyes searching her own. “Are you…sure?”

A smile pulled at Casey's lips as she reached up to play with the hair at his temple. When his eyes slid closed, she leaned in and placed a soft kiss against his lips because, especially with Bryce, actions speak louder than words. Still, she wanted him to hear it, so she whispered against his lips, “I'm not mad. Promise.”

His own free hand came up to the back of her neck, gently pulling her even closer so he could deepen the kiss, relief easing the tension she had been able to feel in him. After several long moments, they broke apart and Casey chuckled softly.

“What?”

“I may not be mad, but this is funnier than shit.”

“Casey,” he whined again, “it isn’t funny! How am I supposed to get out of this date? She’s a surgical nurse! If I piss her off, all the rest of them are going to turn on me, too!”

“B. C'mon. It isn’t the end of the world. I promise.” She paused, trying to fight off the smirk threatening to break out across her face. “I mean, I made it through a shift without the nurses help, during my intern year no less. I think you can survive now.”

“Case….” Bryce groaned as he turned his big, brown, puppy-dog eyes on her. He knew she could never resist that look and he was taking full advantage of it now.

Casey let out a long-suffering sigh and rolled her eyes at him before finally giving in, “Oh fine. I’ll help you break it to her gently. But your ass so owes me after this. I’m talking a huge IOU sitting in my wallet.”

“Anything, babe. Absolutely anything.”

Casey let her devilish smirk pull the right corner of her lips up as her eyebrow arched at Bryce. When he audibly gulped, she let out a low, sardonic chuckle, before warning, “Careful what you promise, love. Never know when it'll bite you in the ass.”

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Congratulations on 200 followers dear! Requesting a Carolina Reaper with Shakespeare and Natasha as Romeo and Juliet

And the last of the follower celebration flash fiction. Word count limit? We don’t need no steenkin’ word count limit.

The gentle patter of soil against the window pulled Natasha’s attention from her journal entry. She laid down her pen and stoppered the inkwell before crossing to open the casement, grinning with anticipation.

“Soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” The tall figure lurked in the shadow of the trees in the garden. His voice was not loud, but pitched to carry to her ears alone. “It is the east, and Natasha is the sun.”

Natasha smothered a giggle behind her hand. “What man art thou, thus bescreened in night?”

“I know not how to tell thee who I am.” William Shakespeare emerged from the shadows to stand in the light spilling from the window. His gold right eye caught the light and gleamed up at her. Natasha leaned on the window skill to smile down at him.

“I know thee, William, and well. How camest thou hither?” The archaic cadence came easily to her lips after weeks of conversation with the man below her. 

Vampiric speed and strength served him well; a running jump and he had caught the sill next to her elbow. A moment’s pull and he swung himself up to sit next to her, feet dangling into the bedroom. “With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, for stony limits cannot hold love out.” He leaned down to brush his lips against hers in chaste greeting, but Natasha had other ideas, sliding her arm over his waist and pushing up against him to deepen the kiss. He was flushed when at last they broke apart, with surprise and yearning.

“Fair lady, thou hast stolen mine initiative and the scene. ‘Tis I who should be the aggressor.”

“William, thinkest thou the only one here who craves the other? Wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”

He grinned at her, his hands sliding around her waist as he slid off the sill. “What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?” His fingers twisted in the laces of her corset and pulled tight, forcing a gasp. Natasha knew the lines of the scene they quoted to each other now turned to marriage and commitment, and . . . it wasn’t that she didn’t want those things, exactly, but her goals for this evening were more immediate. From the gleam in his eye, she surmised Will felt the same.

“It depends, my love. Wilt thou permit me to abridge the script?” Natasha could feel her pulse pounding in her temples as Will tugged at her laces. His expression was conflicted, the playwright’s faithful adherence to his story warring with the man’s desire to plunder. She decided to take the decision out of his hands. A flick of her fingers, then another, and the buttons straining over her bosom released, her breasts forced upwards by his tension on her corset. His gaze was dragged down to the newly exposed flesh. His lip twisted; Natasha could see him tongue the tip of a fang.

“My lady, tempt not a desp’rate man,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear and ran his tongue down her throat. Will’s breath came warm on her clavicle before the pinprick of a descending fang sent searing heat through her chest. Natasha clutched at his hair, her own breath coming faster. 

“Will!” He released her laces only to wrap one arm around her and lift her against him, carrying her to the bed as if she weighed no more than a doll. 

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand,” he murmured as he laid her on the bed and began unlacing her corset, “this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:” Almost delicately he pulled the corset apart and lifted her blouse over her head and arms. “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.” His lips and tongue trailed a fiery path between her breasts and down her stomach; Natasha could feel her abdomen clench under his touch and her fingers still in his hair followed suit, dragging him back up to meet her lips with his own and crush his weight against her.

“Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,” she panted into his mouth when they broke apart. She could feel him hardening against her thighs, and canted her hips up to press into him. The catch in his breath gave her all the invitation she needed to yank at his vest and shirt until he was bare against her to the waist. They paused in their frantic disrobing for another tumultuous exchange of kisses, Will grinding against her like his last hope of salvation. 

At last he rolled, pulling her on top of him, and Natasha grabbed at the opportunity to divest him of his trousers as well, revelling in the velvety molten press of his erection beneath her skirt. As she slid up his length, Will grabbed her hips and held her, poised motionless at his tip, where he could suckle at her hanging breasts. Each nip made her twitch against his adamant grasp, until she could feel her need dripping onto him, caught in an unending writhing shiver.

Finally, Will took pity on her. “Then move not,” he gasped against her skin, “while my prayer’s effect I take.” His cock slid into her wetness unhurriedly, forcing a moan as she stretched around him. Only when he was fully sheathed did he release her hips, hands sliding down to grip her thighs as she moved against him. 

Natasha shuddered blissfully over him, burying her face in his neck as she adjusted to this most intimate of intrusions. “Sweet, sweet William,” she mumbled into his skin, pressing her hands into his ribs until he caught one and dragged it to his lips. 

“How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues at night,” he whispered against her wrist and let his fang catch against the fragile vein, sipping at her lifeblood. “Like softest music to attending ears.” As she began to shudder against him, Will rolled again to drive himself into her heat.

It would be the first of many times that night.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Taking a Ride (baon)

Summary:   The weather is sunny and Edge takes Stretch out for a ride on his motorcycle for the first time.

Notes: Yeah, there is still one chapter left of ‘Reaction Shots’ that is giving me havoc, but I really needed some of my sweet, soft boys in love. So we got this. 

Tags: Spicyhoney, Original Undertale Characters, Established Relationship, Fluff, Motorcycles

part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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The polished body of the Harley gleamed as Edge walked it out of the corner of the garage, closer to the opened door. He set it on the kickstand, then worked to fasten the cooler above the saddlebags, strapping it down firmly.

He’d already taken the bike out a few times this summer. Not to work, although that was less about being concerned over a professionalism and more about not wanting to give the protesters outside the Embassy an easy target.

This would be the first time he’d ever taken Stretch out and the combined excitement and trepidation over it was fluttering in his soul. Confident as he was in his driving skills, that knowledge battled with his need to keep Stretch safe.

And, well. He wanted Stretch to like this, he really did.

That morning he’d spent too long making far too much food for two people on a picnic. He didn’t care; he wanted Stretch to enjoy their lunch, to enjoy the entire day, and yes, his first ride on a motorcycle. He wanted Stretch’s joy more than anything.

Still, Edge didn’t look up at first when the door to the house open, taking a moment to finish with the cooler.

“how do i look?”

Edge glanced up and went still, driven to speechlessness. He finally had to turned away because otherwise the only trip they'd be making was back up to the bedroom.

Stars, he looked good.

He never had an issue with whatever Stretch chose to wear. Clothing was for his comfort and if he preferred sweatshirts and tracks pants, then the only request Edge had was that they were clean.

But to see Stretch in his clothes, simple clothes to be sure, a black t-shirt that clung in a way that his usual shirts did not, outlining his rib cage, emphasizing the delicacy of his bones. Tight jeans hanging low on his pelvis, held up with a borrowed belt, the skull buckle carelessly settled off to one side. And in a pair of Edge’s boots, the dark leather encasing his legs all the way up to his knees.

He looked like an invitation but unfortunately, they didn't have time for Edge to accept it.

“You look fine,” Edge said, gruffly, and Stretch’s grin told him that he was not fooled. Edge wagged a finger at him in a ‘come hither’ gesture. “Over here, please.”

Obediently, Stretch did, and if there was any illusion of him being a mirror to Edge, it was quickly broken in his stride, too eager by far and he bounced on his toes as he waited impatiently. From the bike seat, Edge picked up a leather jacket. It was plain, with several zippers, but no studs or engravings, nothing declaring him to be a ‘road hog’ or anything else ridiculous.

Stretch gave him a questioning look but slid his arms in when Edge held it up. “I know, it’s warm out, but we’ll be going at a decent speed and I don’t want you to get chilled.”

“thanks, mama bear,” Stretch laughed. He let out an exaggerated yelp when Edge flicked him on the back of the skull then let his fingertips trail tickishly down his cervical vertebrae.

His outrage melted into laughter as Edge held up a helmet. There were plenty of excellent helmets on the market and Edge nearly bought one of the sleek ones that would have matched his own, only in Stretch’s preferred shade of orange. But the moment he’d seen this one, he knew that no other helmet would do.

It was a full-face helmet, with all the safety features that should be demanded in any helmet, but this one had a cartoon chicken detailed on the top, looking as though it was clinging for dear life.

Stretch stood dutifully still as Edge slipped it over his skull, fussing with the buckles and straps until he was satisfied it was on properly. It brought their faces within kissing distance, but for once, Edge didn't bridge it. A kiss would lead other places and today, they already had someplace to be.

He stepped back, studying his handiwork.

“Is that too tight?”

“nope, it feels okay, babe.” Some of the sparkling humor in his eye lights melted into seriousness. “are you sure about this? you’ve never wanted to take me out in your bike before, i won’t be mad if you changed your mind.”

“I’m sure,” Edge said, firmly. It would be far too easy to take Stretch up on that entirely too generous offer and he was not going to allow himself any further down the path of overprotectiveness than he already was. The flutters of his misgivings were not going to hold them back.

He quickly fastened on his own helmet, then swung a leg over the saddle of the bike, settling in, “All right, love, right behind me now.”

Stretch did, much more awkwardly than Edge, and his booted feet found the pegs that Edge indicated.

“Arms around my waist,” Edge told him. He exhaled as Stretch wound his slim arms around him, his hands clasped just above his belt buckle.

“isn’t this called riding bitch?” Stretch asked suspiciously.

“Are you going to argue the term doesn’t apply to you?”

He could hear the grin in Stretch’s voice. “nah, just wanna make sure the terminology is gonna be right on my twitter post.”

“Hang on, love,” Edge said. He hesitated, then added, softer, “I really hope you like this.”

He started the bike before Stretch could say anything. The roar was loud as a gunshot in the enclosed space of the garage and Stretch jumped a little, his arms tightening. Edge gave him a moment to relax, booting up the kickstand then goosing the gas and they were off.

On the residential roads of New New Home, he kept to a slow pace, scooting along at the posted speed limit. Once they were past the security checkpoint and he turned onto the main road, Edge twisted the throttle and the Harley roared in approval, leaping to follow his direction and speeding down the road.

The motor thrummed between their legs with the promise of its power, the wind cascading past them and even over the noise, Edge could hear Stretch’s delighted laughter.

“I knew you’d like it,” Edge called. Perhaps Stretch heard him, perhaps not, but after a time, Edge decided that liking it was probably not the correct phrase. Stretch was very obviously loving it, leaning easily with him into every turn and swerve as he navigated along their route. The roads were still fairly empty, the hour was early yet, and traffic was never terrible out by the Monster territory, anyway. It made it easy to give into the urge to go faster, not recklessly so, never that, but the blow of the wind encouraged him as much as Stretch’s delight, the convulsive way his hands tightened above Edge’s belt goading him on.

Around them, the scenery blurred by, far different even than in his convertible. He followed the dark strip of asphalt beneath his wheels, the flash of the dotted yellow line, and around them were trees heavy with greenery, houses giving way to fences and crop fields as they made their way further from the city, and their shadow followed behind them.

At one point, they slowed behind a truck laden with hay bales and Edge passed it with a roar of the engine. If the driver was startled by the skeletal hand that Stretch waved at him as they passed, he didn’t show it. He only waved in return, a glowing cigarette clenched in his teeth and the dog sitting next to him watched them pass with ear-perked interest.

The truck was left quickly behind them and Edge felt a soft weight as Stretch settled his head lightly between his shoulder blades. The entrance to the park was in sight, so if he was getting weary, the timing was perfect.

The booth at the entrance was unoccupied and there was only a weathered sign with a list of rules nailed up on it, remind guests that no glass containers or alcohol was allowed, and asking visitors to discard their litter appropriately. None of that would be an issue for them and Edge guided the Harley down the unpaved road, the wheels kicking up a little gravel as he followed the path to the place he’d discovered a week before. He’d been careful to plan every aspect of this trip, leaving nothing to chance, and when he pulled up to the copse of trees and picnic tables set up beside the shimmering vista of the lake, he was glad of the planning.

The view was a lovely one, a field of shaggy green grass and Queen Anne’s lace surrounding the tables and metal barbecue grates. The lakefront was more stones embedded in mud than beach, somewhat uninviting for a swim but perfect as scenery for a picnic, the blue water met the sky in a blur and small, weedy islands dotted the shimmering surface.

Edge stopped the bike, taking a moment to retrieve his kickstand pad so the bike wouldn’t sink into the soft ground. The moment it was secure, he climbed off, turning to help Stretch…who nearly flung himself into Edge’s arms, almost sending them both to the ground.

“that was so cool!” Stretch gushed and even through the tinted visor of his helmet, Edge could see the bright, delighted glow of his eye lights. Quickly, Edge unbuckled his own, setting on the bike saddle as he helped Stretch with his. The ridiculous thing was still in his hands when Stretch began smothering him with kisses. Edge let the helmet fall to the soft ground, cupping Stretch’s jaw in his gloved hands and deepened those too-quick touches. The slide of Stretch’s tongue against his own was like coming home, he could almost taste his husband’s joy, sparkling in the sweetness of his mouth. Until Edge finally drew away with a gasp, stepping back for a little necessary cool air.

Deserted the park might be, for now, but they were still in a public place.

Stretch didn’t chase after him, the bright delight of his eye lights had muted into hazy desire. It was asking too much of Edge to look at that without taking hold of it, and he turned away, focusing on catching his breath as he turned back to the bike.

“Picnic,” Edge started roughly, then paused to clear his throat, “I packed a picnic, give me a hand?”

In no time, they unfastened the straps holding the cooler and Edge carried it over to the picnic table that was shaded by a large tree, the long feathery fronds trailing from its branches sheltering it from the sun.

He watched in amusement as Stretch hastily tugged off his boots and socks, rolling his pantlegs up to his knees. He winced his way across the rocks in bare bone feet to the water, splashing his way in. From his yelp, it was still chilly, but it didn’t stop him from wading into his ankles, bending over to inspect the water with interest.

“there’s tadpoles!” Stretch called, and Edge shook his head, pulling off his own boots to join him. After a moment of thoughtful hesitation, he stripped off his gloves as well. The growing heat of the day was making the leather uncomfortably sweaty already.

The smooth pebbles lining the shore kept the bottom from being too muddy. Edge dutifully inspected the tadpoles while Stretch chattered about their lifecycle, waiting until he was engrossed to cup a handful of cold water, applying a judicious amount of blue magic to keep it from seeping through his bones long enough to drizzle it into the back of Stretch’s collar.

His yelp was inspiring, as was his outraged glare. His sudden smirk was better and then it was a war.

They were both dripping by the time they made their bedraggled way back to the picnic table, Edge having taken the brunt of a blue-magic induced wave of water, surely calculated to be high enough to soak him to the top of his skull. Meanwhile, he’d simply pushed Stretch backwards into the water and his indignant yowl as he fell would be a fond memory for some time.

Stretch shook himself like a dog, stripping off his t-shirt to reveal a tantalizing amount of gleaming damp bone before letting it plop wetly to the ground. “thought we were having a picnic, not swimming.”

“Why not both?” Edge shook his head, wringing out the t-shirt to hang it on the end of the table with his own. “Helped to work up an appetite.”

“i was already hungry,” Stretch retorted, but his grin was one of pure happiness. “all right, edgelord, show me the goods.”

“I am,” Edge said, lightly, running a finger over his exposed ribs. It was worth it to see that soft haze rising in Stretch’s eye lights again, but he relented. “However, if you mean food, then sit down and we’ll eat.”

First, he handed over a bottle of hand sanitizer, which made Stretch roll his eye lights, but he used it obediently. Edge was unrepentant; who knew what microbes were in that water? They’d both be showering when they got home, but for now, sanitizer would do.

Next, he pulled out the food he’d prepared, and he knew why Stretch was giggling before he was done. There was more than enough for the two of them and then some, sandwiches and three different kinds of salad, strawberry-lemon cookies with bright pink icing and jug brimming with lemonade in the same shade. There was even a small plastic container of deviled eggs and Stretch quickly popped one into his mouth, sighing happily as he chewed.

“hope you don’t mind leftovers for the next few days,” Stretch said, already reaching for another egg.

“You mean I’ll have to eat with you again? The horror,” Edge murmured, but Stretch was already two bites into his sandwich. There was less leftover than he might have guessed, fresh air and exercise lending them both an uncommon appetite. While they ate, the return of the silence after their horseplay must have been a signal of sorts to the wildlife. Squirrels returned to the tree branches, chattering and watching warily from above. From the rustling underbrush came a squat bird, light brown feathers tipped with a darker shade, and chicks followed behind it. Stretch stopped chewing, watching with wide sockets as it walked on, unconcerned about the skeletons at the picnic table even when Stretch carefully took a picture, and soon they vanished into the field on the opposite side.

“that was a pheasant,” Stretch whispered, fingers tapping furiously on his phone as he uploaded the picture.

“Are you afraid she’ll hear you?” Edge asked, amused. “Let me assure you, she knows she’s a pheasant.”

“you’re such a shit,” Stretch grinned. His expression turned to a pensive one, “you know, you can raise pheasants, i hear the eggs taste lighter than chicken ones—”

“And we will end that discussion on a no, you can’t,” Edge interrupted sternly. He softened it by carefully picking up Stretch’s free hand in his own, a rare moment of their fingerbones bare against each other as he drew it up to his mouth to lightly kiss his knuckles. “Only think of how jealous the chickens would be.”

“yeah, good point.” Stretch turned his hand in Edge’s grip, fingertips brushing his jawline before he pulled it back and finished his sandwich. By the time they were done eating, two other cars had passed them going down the road, one of them honking while the occupants waved excitedly at them. None of them stopped, but Edge was unwilling to wait for one that might, packing up the cooler with the leftovers.

“time to head home?” Wistfully, but without argument as Edge nodded. They were far from New New Home and Edge wasn’t about to risk meeting any unfriendly Humans today.

Stretch was already pulling his shirt back over his head. Their t-shirts were dry, their jeans mostly so and the wind on the ride home should finish that job. All too soon, they were in their boots and jackets, Stretch pausing to take another picture of the lake and trees, and the climbing sun cast the shoreline in golden warmth.

It was all too easy to step up behind Stretch, wrapping his arms around his husband and murmuring against his skull, “I’m glad you had a good time.”

Stretch tipped back his head, their faces close enough that Edge struggled not to let his eye lights cross. Teasingly, “i never said i did.”

“You never need to,” Edge whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his mouth, another, “I can see it all over your face.”

A soft contented hum answered that and stealing another kiss was irresistible. Finally, Edge sighed and let him go, walking back to the bike. That was enough, already almost too much, and he thought ruefully that the first few miles were going to be uncomfortable ones for his jeans.

“edge?”

Something about the way Stretch said his name made him pause, turning back to him. There were so many ways Stretch had to smile, the sharp, sardonic one when they’d first met, his wide grins, his amused smirks. The softer, shy one he wore now was a rare treat, gifted only in solitary moments between them.

“i had a good time.” Quiet sincerity, as rare as that smile.

The rush of love that Edge felt for him in that moment was dizzying, overwhelming in its sweetness. He stepped forward, sealing it with another kiss, trying to wordlessly import the depth of his emotions, felt the echo of it returned to him.

Then he drew away, murmuring to his love, “Let’s go home.”

In moments they were back on the Harley, the wind howling past them. Stretch was warm pressed up behind him, his arms tight around Edge as they rode off, the sun following along beside them.

-finis-

[mirkwoodshewolf]

We’re a chain that will never break; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Hate to have kept you all waiting for the next part but I wanted to make sure it was to the full FLUFF max after what I made you guys go through with the previous chapter. So I hope this chapter makes up for all the heartbreak I have caused in the previous one, I tried to fill it with as mich fluff and cuteness as I could, and I hope the ending is to ya’ll liking cause I felt like I didn’t end it very good with this chapter.

Anyways I’ve also included some gifs that I know you all will like and I would greatly appreciate it if you all would listen to the song I have linked to you in this chapter to help put you readers in the actual chapter, I promise it’ll be worth while and secretly it’s something that I could imagine our Disco Deacy dancing to with either his wife or to embarrass his kids lol. Okay enough chatting, hope you all enjoy this chapter lovies :) 

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The next morning I woke up to feel someone softly tucking some strands of my hair behind my ear.  When I opened up my wet, teary eyes instead of Brian sitting beside me, there stood Deacy.

“She lives.” He teased with a slight grin spreading across his face.  “How are you feeling?”

“Really hungry.” I bluntly stated.  It finally began to hit me just how hungry I was due to my stomach growling and knowing at me.  Deacy chuckled and said.

“Well lucky for you I’ve made some breakfast for you downstairs.”

“Are Brian and Roger still here?”

“No they stepped out for a bit.”

“Oh.” I said as I looked down.  I could feel Deacy’s eyes on me as I refused to look him in the eye.

“It’s not at all what you’re thinking if that’s why you’re so worried. In fact I was the one who told them to take a breather after what happened yesterday. Plus it’s been awhile since you and I had a little one on one time together. Roger’s always stealing you away from me.” That statement got a smile out of me and said.

“Yeah he does get a little obsessive.”

“A little, please instead of calling him your second father, we should just call him the ‘smother’.”

“Can’t argue with that.” I chuckled out.  Deacy wrapped his arm around my neck and brought me close to him and said as he playfully gave me a noogie.

“But now I’ve got you all to myself for a while.” I let out a squeak and shoved him away playfully and that’s when I finally took notice of my hands bandaged up.

I began to get worried that I might’ve severely damaged them from all the glass punching I did yesterday, and that they were all scarred up and that if Jack ever saw then he’d never want to put the official wedding ring on my finger with hands like these.

“They’re not that severe (y/n). The doctor only had to pull out four pieces out of your hand. We were given some ointment to put on your hands and within a week or two they’ll be good as new. You’re lucky you know how to throw a good punch, if you hadn’t then this could’ve been a lot worse.”

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that Deacy. I was just—”

“I know love, I know.” He said softly as he leaned his head against mine.  His arm now wrapped around my shoulder while his other hand came up and stroked down my head.  I felt him kiss my temple and he continued, “But we can wallow about this later, right now the most important thing is to get some food in that belly of yours.” He emphasized his last point by playfully poking me in the stomach making me curl up and giggle.  “Come on kid, let’s get you downstairs.”

He untucked me out from the blankets and helped me out of bed and escorted me down the stairs with his arm wrapped around my shoulders.  We walked into the kitchen and he pulled out a chair for me to sit in and I gladly sat in it while Deacy went over to the kitchen and picked up a tray and brought it over to me.

On the tray were some pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs, and of course Deacy’s favorite cheese on toast and a tall glass of orange juice.  I thanked him for the breakfast and began eating the eggs first.

Bit by bit my breakfast began to diminish, but it wasn’t until I held onto a piece of the toast as I was eating the last couple of bites of my pancakes when Deacy cheekily leaned over and took a bite of the toast.

“Oi!” He grinned at me his shoulder shaking as he tried to hold in his laughter. “Great now it’s got your germs all over it!” I whined out and he said.

“Should’ve immediately ate it then and not held onto it for so long.” He said after swallowing the piece of toast.

“How Veronica puts up with you I’ll never know.”

“Don’t you bring my wife into this conversation. She loves me, I even wrote the song to prove it.” He praised.  I shook my head and handed him the toast and he gladly took it and finished it off.  

That crazy Deacy and his cheese on toast I swear.

I went and grabbed another piece of toast and as I bite into it Deacy suddenly spoke up.

“Brian told us why you were screaming yesterday.” I stopped midway from my chewing and sighed heavily through my nose.  I finished chewing before swallowing and took the last sip of my OJ and leaned against my chair.

“So you and Rog know about the dream I had?” I could see Deacy nodding softly from my peripheral vision.  “You know I actually had another one. But the second one was way worse than the first one. It started off like any other work day, just us at the studio making music. At first everything was going well and then you guys turned on me telling me that I had no taste in music, that I was worthless when it came to making music, telling me that Queen would be better off without me. I didn’t even wake up from it so I had to keep hearing you guys say it over and over again until my dream just vanished by morning.”

“Oh (y/n),”

“I don’t get why my brain is tormenting me like this? I mean I know in my heart that you, Rog and Bri would not do what Freddie did, but in my mind, with what I had to endure for the remaining years of my childhood into teenage years……God I just—”

“It’s not something one can get over so easily (y/n). We cannot imagine the verbal abuse you had to go through with Joanna and Graham. We’re not expecting you to just let it go just like that. And Freddie he—he was a bastard for saying those things, and it’s forcing you to relive that pain once more.” Deacy cupped my chin and turned my head around to face him, “It doesn’t matter how many times or how long it takes. We’re gonna make sure that you are as happy as any future bride should be, and the only stressing out you should be doing is figuring out what wedding dress you’re gonna pick out.”  I smiled at him and said as I hugged him.

“Aww Deacy, I love you.”

“I love you too. I’m always here for my little sister.” I felt him kiss the side of my head as he held onto me for a bit longer.  He then separated from me and stood up and held out both of his hands to me.  I looked at him confused and asked him.

“What?”

“Just take them love,” I placed my bandaged hands into his and he delicately gripped them as he helped me stand up and took me out of my kitchen and into my living room.  I took notice that some of the furniture had been pushed aside, all except for my record player that stood on a drawer right by the window.

“Deacy what is all this?”

“The one sure fire way to get that true (y/n) smile back on your face.” He said as he knelt down by my record collection and picked up a random record and placed it into the player.  He flipped the switch before taking the needle and placing it down on the record.

Play video

And with the volume turned up almost to it’s loudest setting, Kenny Loggins’ song “Footloose” began playing.  He swerved around grinning at me as his head bobbed up and down to the beat as his Disco moves began to take over.  I tried to fight back the smile and he grinned as he pointed at me.

“Ahh I see it! You can’t hide it now sweetheart, I see that smile.”

“Dick move Deacy. You know I can never stay depressed with this song.”

“I know, that’s why I picked it. Now come on poppet, let me see those moves I taught you.” He said as did the ‘come hither’ motion with his index finger.  A smile just spread across my face as I walked towards him and he took my hands and began to playfully move them like the motors of a train trying to get me to dance.

I just let out a series of giggles but just like the first time I ever heard this song, I just let the music control me as my body became possessed by the music and I freely danced.

Dancing like crazy people and bursting out the lyrics, Deacy and I spent the whole song dancing.  Doing some of his little dance moves he does on stage or mixing up some dance moves I made for the song like the foot twist.  That’s when you only move left to right by first moving your heels then the soles as you just scoot across the rug.

There was also spins, turns, playful dips, bunny hops, twists, anything that Deacy loved to do or that I loved to do when it came to dancing as we both just let the music take over us.  When the song came to an end, Deacy held my right hand in his left as I was striking a poise before being spun into his arms and when the music stopped I ended up with an arm wrapped around his neck as we ended in a slight dip.  After all that, Deacy and I just couldn’t stop laughing.

“Well Jack’s definitely got himself a good dance partner.”

“Guess I had a good teacher.” I said as he lifted me back up.

“Now what do you say? You up for round 2?” he asked me.

“What have you got in mind, Disco Deacy?”

“Now why must you insist on calling me that?” he said as he went back over to my record collection.

“Everyone calls you that, it fits you because of your dance moves that you do at your shows. Everyone also loves your moves, so don’t you dare try to get people to stop calling you that.” I said as I walked up to him and knelt down beside him and playfully nudged his shoulder.

The rest of the morning with Deacy was spent by dancing to “Disco” music, dancing with each other, singing to the songs very loudly and off key.

At around 20 till noon, Deacy and I were having a cup of tea when he said as he took something out of his pocket.

“Ohh I almost forgot,” I took the piece of paper from him and I unfolded it and it read as followed.

My lovely angel,

Today is all about you. The boys and I agreed that after yesterday’s events you deserved to see that we are your family. And we always will be. Deacy should’ve already taken care of the morning shift and now comes my turn (about bloody time).

Meet me at Hyde park at 12:30 on the dot. Dress casually, no need to get dolled up.  I’ll see you then.

Your papa lion,

Roger Taylor

I quickly looked at the clock and back at the note and I said.

“Damn it Deacy why wasn’t I given this earlier?”

“Must’ve slipped my mind.” He shrugged.  If this is what it’s like to truly have an older brother then I truly feel your pain if your brothers act like this to you.

Racing back up to my room, I changed out of my old clothes and got on some fresh ones. I cleaned myself up, did my hygiene stuff and raced down the stairs.  Deacy stood at the bottom of the stairs and I said to him.

“Hopefully I can still get there in time.”

“Even if you don’t it’ll maybe teach Roger a lesson in the future about being late.” Deacy sassed out.  I scoffed at him and shoved his arm making him chuckle.

“Thanks again for this morning Deacy, I really appreciate it.”

“Like I said, I’d do anything for my sister.” He said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder bringing me close to him in a one armed hug and I felt him kiss the top of my head. “Okay I won’t keep you longer, go and meet up with Rog and have a good time, but be safe.”

“Don’t worry I’ll be sure to keep an eye on him.” I said as he released me.  I began walking towards the door but I stopped and said as I turned back around towards Deacy.  “Last hug.” I embraced him and I felt his chest softly rumble as he chuckled.  He wrapped both his arms around me leaning his head against mine.  I separated from him and said, “Love you Deaks.”

“Love you too poppet.” He cupped my cheek and kissed my forehead and I walked towards the front door. “And don’t worry I’ll move the furniture back.”

“You better.” I teased as I opened the door and waved bye to him and he waved back and soon I was out the door and on my bike.  I turned it on and revved it up and soon took off riding for Hyde Park.

I managed to get to Hyde Park just before the meetup time.  I parked my bike and put my helmet away into the compartment seat and walked into the park entrance.  As I walked along I soon saw Roger sitting down on a bench with his black shades over his eyes.  He looked down at his wristwatch probably wondering where I was.

Feeling a bit playful, I walked around towards the back of the bench where he was sitting at.  I tried to surpass my giggles as I silently stalked up towards him and stood there for a moment or two and just before I could scare him I heard him say.

“Don’t even think about it!” I groaned out and said.

“How’d you know it was me?”

“I know everything when it comes to my number 1 girl. I knew you’d try to do something like this given the chance.” He said as he turned towards me.  He lowered his shades and said, “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you young lady?”

“Well sorry Deacy didn’t give me the note till almost noon.” I said.

“Typical Deacy, of course he’d want to keep you longer than what was agreed.”

“Well I deserve to spend some quality time with my brother figure, besides he said the same thing about you.” Roger smirked playfully at me as he now stood up and came around me and wrapped an arm around me.

“Alright kiddo I’ve got lunch reservations for us in about 20 minutes, what say we both head on that way and then spend the rest of the afternoon getting lost in the mall. Maybe even pick up a yacht as a wedding present.”

“Where in the hell would we put a yacht?” I asked.

“Just by the decks, I know Jack would appreciate it.”

“I doubt that very much. He’s more of an ATV guy than anything.” We both soon walked through the park that would take us through a short cut to the restaurant that Roger said he had a table reservation for us.  All the while the two of us were just talking about anything and everything.

Once we came to the restaurant I noticed that it was one of my favorite seafood places. We walked up to the restaurant and we were escorted to our table booth in the corner.  I ordered up my usual homemade fried shrimp with a side of chips while Roger ordered up the “King crab special”.

“So have you and Jack picked out the groomsmen and bridesmaids yet?”

“Well don’t tell Deacy but Jack was sorta hoping he could be the best man.”

“Really?”

“Yep.” I popped the ‘p’. “As for my bridesmaids however I’m not having such luck. I mean I’ve asked Gen and Dani who are Jack’s cousins wives and they’ve agreed but I still don’t have enough to do the walk, I was maybe hoping that your wives could be a part of it.”

“I’ll run it by Dominique, I know she’d love to be in the wedding.”

“Thanks Rog, but I’ll tell her myself. I was planning on getting together with the wives of Queen either way to help me pick out a dress while I’m still here in London.” Pretty soon our food arrived and boy Roger definitely had his work cut out for him.

His crab was truly worthy of being called king.  It practically fit the entire plate length and width wise, there was also his side order of grilled shrimp and chips.

“Geez Rog you really have your work cut out for you there.”

“What you doubt I can eat all this?” he mocked.

“I mean don’t you old people have to pace yourselves?” I teased.  He then dipped his finger into some marinara sauce and bopped my nose playfully making me squeal out and stare at him in shock.

“You’re lucky we’ve got witnesses, otherwise you’d get your usual punishment.” Thank god we were indeed. I didn’t feel like being tickled to oblivion till I either passed out or surrendered. “And now you understand why I keep you away from Deacy. He turns you into a savage mini-him.”

“How do you know I haven’t always been like that?” I teased as I took a bite of one of my shrimp.  He shook his head chuckling softly and we proceeded to eat our lunch.

All throughout lunch there were jokes, playful banters and even a small mini drum war that I first started by taking his crab mallets and just did a random beat on the table.  Roger observed me before taking them right out of my hands and I cried out playfully.

“Oi!”

“Alright step aside kid and let a real drummer show you how it’s done.” He mocked then he began to perform his drum solo for “Keep yourself alive”.  I bopped my head along to the beats before taking my spoon and fork and holding them upside down and I began to drum along with Roger copying his movements, soon making the drum solo into a drum duet.

But when Roger tapped onto the back of his crab, bits of crab juice squirted out making me shriek and laugh as I wiped away two juice drops away from my face while Roger just laughed.

After lunch, Roger paid for our lunch and the two of us left the restaurant arms wrapped around each other and we walked back through the park.  Along the way though we came to a quiet little playground. There weren’t really any kids around so I asked Roger if we could just sit on the swings for a bit.  He agreed and the two of us went over to it and sat down side by side on the swing set just slowly rocking back and forth or swaying side to side.

“So even though our afternoon’s barely begun, how are you doing so far?”

“I’m doing good. My belly’s full, I’m with my favorite Queen member, and quietly sitting in the park on a swing set feeling like a child again. Swings were always my favorite thing to do in a park playground. My dad always used to push me on the swings trying to make me go higher and higher and then I’d jump right off to see how far I would go. Scared my mum to death but it made my dad proud.”

“I can see you doing that.” He said.  The two of us laughed softly and then I looked down at my feet which were gently kicking the mulch covering the playground.  

“Deacy told me that Brian told you guys about the nightmare I had last night.” I suddenly said out loud.  I heard him sigh and he said.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you—”

“No, I’ve already gotten my comfort from Brian and Deacy about it, and I need to hear it from you. Because—I thought from all that Freddie said the other day and hearing him say it again in my dreams was bad enough, but…..what truly hurt me was what nightmare you said.” I looked up at him sadly and he looked down at me and asked.

“What did the bastard version of me say to you?”

“You said…..that you never understood why you’d call me your daughter. That you’ve never been proud of me, and neither was my real dad. I felt—so betrayed and hurt at hearing you say those things I just…..” I sighed deeply and looked down at my lap.

“(Y/n), please look at me,” I turned back towards Roger.  His blue eyes piercing my soul as he spoke, “I won’t repeat what Deacy or Brian had said to you, because I know you’ve probably heard it one to many times already so you don’t need to hear it a third time. But the day I ever say that I’m not proud of you or that I regret seeing you as my daughter, is the day that I am shot dead where I stand. I made a promise to your father’s grave that I would be the father you needed, and when I make a promise like that, it’s never broken. I may come across as a bastard at times but never to you. Because no matter what you are always gonna be my number one, and I would never turn or be against you.”

“I know you wouldn’t.” I choked out. He smiled softly down at me and that’s when I felt his fingers graze mine and I soon felt his pinkie wrap around mine as a promise to the very end.  

Our hands soon faced each other’s until we gently gripped each other’s palms and I looked up at Roger and softly smiled and he smiled back.

“I’m sorry you had to see me…..”

“Let’s not worry about that now—”

“No Roger I have to say it. I may not have been awake to see you guys but I know it couldn’t have been easy for you to see me like that. Thinking that I was—dead or whatever. I shouldn’t have done that to you, it was selfish of me.”

“You were betrayed love. And angry, heartbroken, anyone would’ve punched out their posters like that or windows or even walls hell I know I’ve done that before. You deserved to release your betrayal in any way possible. But….I will admit I was petrified to see all that blood on the glass. I was so scared that I—that I had found to you too late.”

“But you didn’t. You, Brian and Deacy came back for me, and are willing to make up the day for me when you don’t even need to. Thank you Rog.” He smiled and said as he gently swung our entwined arms.

“Anything for my best girl.” He raised our hands up and placed a kiss at the back of my hand.  We stayed there for a about a couple more minutes until Roger stood up and went behind me and began to gently push my swing, just like my dad used to do for me back when I was a little girl.

After spending some time in the park, just as Roger promised we were now going through the mall just going from store to store and Roger spoiled me with new clothes and accessories and new instruments for my upcoming concerts.

The afternoon passed and now Roger and I were currently in Trafalgar Square, we had grabbed a cup of coffee from a nearby coffee shop and was now just sitting by a curb drinking and chatting away about anything and everything to clear our minds.  Just a few feet behind us, a guitar street performer was randomly singing covers of popular songs on his guitar hoping that people would leave him some cash to get by in the day, and if they wanted to, people came up and asked for requests and he would play them.  Roger turned his attention to the guitar player and he said.

“You know, we haven’t picked our song yet.”

“What?”

“For the father-daughter dance at your wedding. It’s only the most important dance besides the bride and groom’s.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah. And we need to pick one before the big day. Tell you what,” he fully turned to face me setting his coffee down before gesturing toward the guitar player, “Whatever he plays next. Whatever he plays, that’s our song for your big day.”

“Rog you do realize this could go really, really wrong you know?” We turned around and soon a group of girls all dressed up in semi-fancy clothes all gathered around the man giggling and chatting with him.  Roger stood up and held out his hands.

��C’mon love, come on.” He then leaned forward and took my hands in his and helped me stand up onto the sidewalk and I said as we got into dancing position one.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this!”

“Shh wait, wait.” Already with his right holding my left while his left hand rested on my waist.  We heard the guitar strum and soon the song turned out to be the tune for “Happy Birthday.” The girls and the man then began singing as Roger led me into a dance. “What?! No!”

“This is our song.”

“Oh god this is awful!”

“So on the day of your wedding, our father-daughter song will be Happy birthday my little lion cub.” Roger said as he twirled me around wrapping his arms around me from behind swaying us back and forth before turning me back around and allowing my arms to wrap around his neck.

“You’re such a geek dad.” I giggled.  Suddenly I realized what it was that I had said.  Roger separated from me and just looked down at me.

There’s a huge difference from telling someone that you see them as something else and actually calling them that. Even though for years he’s treated me like a daughter and I’ve seen him as my new father-figure, never have I once called him dad because I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

“I—I’m sorry Rog I-I-I-I-I didn’t mean to I mean I….it just slipped and I….” he cupped my cheek before embracing me tightly.  It wasn’t a constricting hug, but more like a protective yet comforting hug, like the ones he’s always given me for years.

“Is it horrible for me to say that I’ve only been dreaming for you to finally call me that?”

“Really?” I asked.  He separated from me and said as he cupped my cheek once more.

“Yes. I didn’t tell anyone this detail, but the day after your 21st birthday after I had visited your father’s grave. I asked for a sign that I would have his approval for being the father-figure you needed in your life. I had no intention of replacing him in your eyes and I felt I needed to ask before I went any further with how I’ve seen you since the beginning. But that night at my house, a picture got knocked over and at first I thought someone had broken in and wanted to do harm, so I went over to where I had all my pictures and went to pick up the picture that fell, and it was the one of us at Hyde Park, your first big concert before your first world tour. The one I had Brian take of us, and I knew deep down that that was my sign from your dad. I know it could’ve been a coincidence or an accident but I believe the former to be true, that it was your dad answering me and wanting me to be the father you needed for all the rest of the years to come.”

I looked at him in shock as tears were forming in my eyes.  I smiled up at him and embraced him back as I felt his arms wrap around me.  I felt him kiss the side of my head as he held onto me closer.

“So does that mean I need to call you dad from now on?”

“Only when you want to, I won’t force you to say it all the time. But I will gladly enforce it when it’s just us two.” We both looked at each other smiling softly and he softly kissed my nose before pressing his forehead against mine as we swayed to an acoustic version of “My Girl” by the Temptations.

It was now almost sunset when Roger brought me back to the park and the two of us spent the rest of the afternoon walking through it.  Going deeper and deeper into it until we reached the open acre area of the park.

“Unfortunately my dear this is where we part ways and I must give you a way to one last member who has something he knows will help put the events of yesterday far behind you. Just keep walking down this path and you’ll soon come across a fork, take the left path and you’ll meet up with him. I’ll take all this stuff back to your house.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure love, go on best not keep him waiting. He’s been completely bored out of his mind all day and was rather pissed that he had to get stuck with the night shift.”

“Well best head that way then, thanks again…..dad.” I said with a smile.

“Anytime, my best girl.” He brought me close to him and kissed my forehead before walking away and headed out of the park.

I then began walking down the path and soon enough I reached the fork that led either left or right.  I took a deep breath and muttered to myself.

“Follow the yellow brick road Dorothy.” I then went to the left fork and walked on that would soon lead me to the area where Brian used to take me all the time back when I was stressed, and the same spot I once took Jack last year at around the time of the Summer fair.

I arrived at the rolling hills and when I went down one I began to hear the strums of an acoustic guitar and I saw just ahead of me the light of a lamp or something. I walked up another hill and there sitting along a blanket was Brian.  He turned towards me and said.

“Ahh Ms. (l/n), good to see you’ve arrived on time. Guess I won’t need to deduct points for your tardiness.” I smiled softly knowing his game.

“Been a long time since we’ve met like this Dr. May, what shall we be learning today?” I asked as I walked up toward him and sat down beside him.

“It’s not what I will be teaching you, it’s what you will be reviewing for me.” He said as he set his guitar to the side and patted a spot on the blanket for me to sit down.

I walked towards him and sat down beside him.  Since it was starting to get a bit cold on this spring night, Brian picked up his coat and placed it over my shoulders.  His body heat that was still trapped inside the coat warmed me up and his excess cologne soothed my senses making me more relaxed.

As the sky grew darker, Brian turned off the lantern and lay down on his back and said.

“Now then Ms. (l/n), remind me of the process that helps powers the stars.” I racked my brain trying to remember all the lessons he had given me and the science classes from when I was in secondary school as well as University.

“Is it…..nuclear fission?”

“Close, it’s nuclear fusion.” Brian said.

“Gah! I’ve always gotten those two mixed up.” I groaned out.

“Alright well tell me this; The final stage for the most massive stars is either a massive explosion known as a supernova or gravitational collapse into a….”

“Black hole!” I exclaimed.

“You are correct.”

“Yes.” I muttered successfully.

“Now tell me this, what is the name of the invisible, radio wave-emitting object at the center of our galaxy that astronomers suspect is a supermassive black hole?”

“Ahh oh don’t tell me! I know it I know it I know it!” I began racking my brain again trying to remember what it was exactly.  “Oh god it has something to do with a letter in the name!”

“You give up?” Brian teased.

“Give me a second uhh…..Augh okay I give up, what is it?”

“The answer is Sagittarius A.”

“Damnit I knew I was on the right track!”

“Seems you’ve been lacking in your studies Ms. (l/n).” he said as he sat up and sat shoulder to shoulder with me.  I lowered my head softly laughing and I said.

“I’m sorry, some things have been coming up that took me away from my studying.”

“And what pray tell could be more important than your studies?” he said with that well-known head tilt of his and raised brows of his.  I looked up at him my innocent doe eyes and shrugged my shoulders at him.  He smirked at me before suddenly pulling me close to him and tickled around my waist making me shriek and squirm.  He softly chuckled as he stopped and I was now leaning against his chest.

“I’ve missed nights like this with you Bri.”

“Me too darling.” He said as he stroked a strand of hair away from my face and behind my ear.  “You always were my best student.”

“Bri I was your only student.” I chuckled out.  He smiled down at me and kissed my forehead.

“So did the guys and I succeed on making this day any better for you?” I looked up to him and said.

“You boys always know what to do in order to make me feel better. I got to dance like I fool with Deacy, got to spend the afternoon with Roger and do some shopping both for myself and for the wedding, and now I’m star gazing with my favorite professor. I can’t thank you boys enough for what you all did to try and do for me after what happened yesterday.”

“Well we couldn’t very well leave our Rock Angel depressed just months before her big day. So we hoped we’d at least give her a make-up day to feel better and to let her know that we still love her. Just because one Queen member goes back on what he once claimed, doesn’t mean that it’s the same for the rest of us.”

“And I know that now after today. Thanks Brian.”

“Anytime love,” he wrapped his arms around me bringing me closer to him.  His head resting on top of mine as his right hand gently stroked up and down my upper bicep.  I placed my hands on top of his wrist and snuggled further into him, if that was even possible to do.  “Oh I almost forgot, I have something for you.”

He released me from his embrace and handed me what appeared to be a wrapped up present. It was a rectangular shaped box, I took it in my hands but before I opened it, Brian stopped me by saying, “Before you open it though, do you remember where the constellation Leo is located?”

“Remind me again.” I asked as I set the present down in my lap.  Brian took my right hand and guided it as he stated softly.

“Eastward lying right between my sign of Cancer the crab and west of Virgo the Maiden.” It was then he stopped and gently extended my index finger out and said, “Do you see him?”

“Yeah I can see him now.”

“Good. Now,” he then slowly guided my hand to about 45 degrees away from the head of Leo as he continued, “At about 45 degrees Northeast of the head of Leo, I want you to now open up your present.” I took back the present and began opening it and inside it was a manila folder.  I looked to Brian in confusion and I said to him.

“What is this Bri?”

“Just open it up love, it’ll be clearer once you see it.” I unfolded the silver tabs and opened the folder up and reached in it.  Soon I had pulled out a photograph of a bushel of stars.  Already I saw the head of Leo and on that picture one of the stars was circled.  I saw Brian’s index finger point to the circled star as he explained, “That star right there was best known as Star #02118D243. But now, it shall be forever known as ‘The Rock Angel’.”

I looked up at him in shock.

He turned toward me and said.

“I was planning on this being a wedding present, but I figured now was a better time to give it to you.” He gently tucked away some hair behind my ear once more and I said.

“Oh my god Bri I—I don’t even know what to say…..”

“There’s nothing you need to say. Just know that like the star that’s named after you, never stop shining bright. And the reason why I chose your star to be by Leo and not by your own zodiac is because of Roger,” he fully turned toward me placing his hands on my shoulders giving them a gentle yet firm squeeze as he stared into my eyes, “For a while I thought him calling you his lion cub was just some sort of little codename you both have for each other because of the bond you two share, but now I can see why he truly calls you that,” he cupped the right side of my face and continued as he brushed his fingers across my temple before placing it over my heart, “You have the heart of an angel. A well-known warrior of heaven. And the soul of a lioness”.

His hand went back to my shoulder and he said as he very slightly shook my shoulders as he leaned his head toward mine.

“The hardships you’ve faced have only made you that much stronger. And Fred…..he’s just another one we know you’ll overcome, our brave lioness Queen.”

His hand cupped my face as I could feel his thumb stroke my cheekbone gingerly, wiping away the tears that were probably running down my face.  I silently looked down at the picture of my star and it was almost like it was telling me to listen to Brian.

I inhaled deeply before exhaling and I turned back towards Brian and said.

“Never did I think that my idol would use the same words that I have been told for the second half of my life. And I feared that you guys would do the same to me, I feared that I would spend the rest of my life with people faking around me. But like you said when each star dies, another is born in its place. And I’m done being letting people get me down. I’ve done what they once said I couldn’t do. I got the courage to get up on stage instead of turning away, I managed to get me a number 1 hit single before I reached my 20’s. And now I’ve managed to find someone to spend the rest of my life with. It’s time I finally let go of the past, learn from the hurt, and get back up on my feet and tread on.”

“That’s my clever girl.” Brian said with a proud smile.  He cupped my face once more and kissed the tip of my nose and brought me close to him as the two of us stared up at the stars, especially the direction towards my star.

As the night dragged on I felt myself getting sleepy.  So Brian packed up all the stuff back into the bag and put it over his shoulder and escorted me back to his car parked nearby the park’s side entrance into the acre field of the park.  He set the stuff in the trunk and allowed me to sleep in the backseat.

I laid across it and got myself as comfortable as I could in the backseat of his car.  The soft purring of the engine sent me into a lulled sense of peace as I felt my eyes drop like they were lead and I began to fall asleep.

Next thing I wake up back in my house in the bedroom with not only Brian but Deacy and Roger surrounding my bed.

“Go back to sleep love, okay?” Deacy said as he stroked away my hair and tucked it behind my ear.  I nodded tiredly and soon I fell back asleep feeling three kisses along my temple, cheek and nose respectively.

[damien-ward]

Spirits of the Dead: supernatural, night, mystery.

It reaches for him in the darkness, a clawing sensation that seems like a lover's caress at first, but becomes something much more sinister— gnashing and scratching and ripping against the inside of his head.  It’s too loud to bare and yet silent all at once, a simultaneous torture; a nightmare of the highest caliber.  A battle rages, one for which he is both present and not; seen yet unseen, he is here but nowhere.

In the distance, sailors shout and pistols fire, salt-stained wood splinters and masts come crashing down, smothering poor men beneath their mighty weight.  They’re screams deafen and echo and then become just another instrument in the music of that gruesome orchestra.  Beautiful and horrible.

It is sudden, the next sensation— a glimpse of light which ripples and fades until there is nothing left, until the abyss has swallowed every last drowning body, every last bit of debris.  There is nothing here, only the silence in which he is suspended.  He cannot breathe and somehow the pervasive lack of any sound is all the more terrifying.  It seems almost certain that he will drown here, at the bottom of the ocean— alone in that endless dark.

His body makes contact abruptly with something; dropped unceremoniously upon an obsidian slab; the first step of many.  A temple.  Here, ash rains and fire lights the sky; obelisks and eyes make up his only company, until there in the distance— a figure.  Sinuous and lissome, it begs him closer.

“You can’t stay here,” breathes a warning, from the dulcet voice, a stark juxtaposition to the come-hither lilt which sings, the luring language of body.  An incandescent glance and a frame housed in chains, glimmering like scales of a fish, is all that can be gleaned of this strange creature, “Run.”

But, there’s nowhere to go.  Lead in his limbs and clouds in his brain.  He can’t run.  He can’t speak.  He cannot even cry.  

When he wakes, it is with the feeling of talons still sunk deeply into his heart, the dream vanishing into the nether detail by detail with each rousing blink he takes.  As he strains to recall, it hurts to remember.  It hurts worse to forget.

Something is coming.

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After blinking several times Dardillien finally sat up I'm his bed, sweat running down his head, he brought a hand to his chest clutching at his heart. He let out deep breaths and grunted at the pain that lingered.

"What the hell.." he muttered under his breath. Was that a dream? A nightmare? A vision? He couldn't tell, but it felt so real nonetheless.

He brought his other hand up to his head to rub his temple, trying to ease the pain as he thought more on the nightmarish vision or dream. He slid the covers off and set his feet on the floor taking deep breaths in and out.

The grey wolf that was sleeping on the floor now got up and walked over and began sniffing the man, as if checking to see if he was okay. Dardillien lowered his head into his hands before taking one and stroking the wolf's head, "I'm okay, Dax."

His mind however was still reeling from whatever he had just experienced, and who was the woman he saw, if it even was a woman, whatever creature it was baffled him. Was she the cause of all of this? Was she there to save him? The Gilnean had no idea. All he knew was he wasn't going to be able to go back to sleep so instead he decided to go for a walk to clear his head and forget about the nightmare.

(Thank you for answering my ask anon and sending this to me! It's great and I love it considering what is coming in 8.3! )