#but if he stays silent he doesn't give them ammunition

[adimouze]

suppose i believe the lie that daniel knew. of course daniel knew. daniel knew on sunday and i think he got an idea of it on saturday. that doesn't mean he KNEW before singapore. but then why did lawson know in baku. why was daniel doing the las vegas promo shoots if he knew. why weren't sponsors told? why was the cash app guy crying on main? austin gp didn't even have time to take down daniel's banners. also most importantly.

singapore was two months ago almost. why are we still talking about daniel, red bull? what the fuck? this obsession with dragging his name up everytime there's a GP on the way. why is no one asking them why we're still talking about this? i thought the story was over??? everyday they go on air being like daniel knew this isnt the court of law no one is forcing them to answer these questions.

[xjulixred45x]

Continuing with the series of Platonic Yandere Kenjaku, the user @thecuriousquest give me the idea for this Drabble(thank You again sweetie!)

And kind of the Manga itself

What would happen to (Child Reader) when/if Kenjaku get them Back?

Spoiler, NOTHING GOOD

First of all, when will this happen? probably in the Culling Game arc, when Choso and Yuki have to take care of Tengen so that Kenjaku doesn't go after him.

(Child Reader) in order not to be kidnapped again they would have to stay with Itadori and Megumi (and in this case the twins), but let's say that is not the case, they decide that it would be better for them to stay with Tengen, Yuki and Choso (since They know the latter very well and are confident that Yuki could against Kenjaku).

but it's not like that.

Kenjaku manages to defeat--kill Yuki and Choso is too wasted by the fight to do anything as he absorbs Tengen and takes (Child Reader).

The child cries, kicks, screams for someone to help them, to save them, they curse Kenjaku with everything they have, but far from seeming upset, he seems amused. They still have spirit, he loves it.

He wonders, will they still have that spirit when he's done with them? He'll find out soon!

Now, although Kenjaku's first punishment was "physical" he goes more with the Psychological side when it comes to (Child Reader), more because now he has a lot of ammunition to shoot. (Child Reader) is completely alone, and he makes them get that into their heads, that no one will come for them now that he has Tengen by his side, that they have abandoned them.

all this while giving him a hug so tight that it nearly suffocates them. Yes, it sounds weird, but he really miss them, maybe that's why he don't want to apply physical punishment in the first place.

but if (Child Reader) keeps pressing the wrong buttons, I can see him doing something like putting them into his inventory (yep, the same inventory full of monsters and first-grade curses that could perfectly leave them limbless), he'd be waiting a couple of minutes (maybe 15) and then would pull them out like they were a rabbit from a magic trick (the poor thing would be ten times worse than the first time he used curses against them, with blood, bruises and tears in their face) and ask them if they are ready to behave.

but (child Reader) pouts and just....shuts up. They don't make a noise. Oh? the law of ice? It's okay, Kenjaku can make them talk in other ways.

He proceeds to put them in the inventory a couple more times, alternating the time from a few minutes to longer, each time the child is worse, but they continue doing nothing to talk to him. Kenjaku is very surprised by the child's durability and stubbornness, even amused, but a part of him is worried about accidentally killing (child Reader), so after a while, when the child is barely conscious, he asks them what they want in exchange for talking.

and surprisingly (Child Reader) responds.

they want Kenjakj to be completely honest with them. nothing else. and he wants it to be a deal (that is, one that he is obliged to comply with).

Kenjaku is surprised that the boy is so smart, but accepts. He also takes advantage of several opportunities to not tell him certain information (they never said that he couldn't stay silent instead of answering).

This ends up being a double-edged sword for (child reader).

because on the one hand Kenjaku doesn't lie to them about what he's doing or what's on his mind, which helps them be prepared. but it also scares them away on several occasions.

What I mean by this? that Kenjaku can either say very Wholesome things when Child Reader asks him or very, very shady, creepy things.

For example, once Kenjaku said that he couldn't wait to introduce (Child Reader) into his future plans, when the child asked him what he meant, he gave him a very...creepy answer.

"...it's different depending on the day...sometimes I imagine what you'll look like when you grow up, yes, into a big, strong adult......and other times I just think about how I'll turn you into a Cursed object! That way you would stay cute, small and with me forever! Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

This, along with the horrible inventory experience, only makes the child fear him even more.

He will use the indirect threat of the Inventory every time (Child Reader) is doing something even remotely suspicious. but it's not even the worst, The worst thing is that when Kenjaku decides that the Culling Games have to end with everyone dying, he brings (Child Reader) with him. EVEN WHEN HE KILLS THE PARTICIPANTS.

He says that this way he is preventing (Child Reader) from escaping again, but he also wants to scare them even more from him so that they understand that there is no WAY for them to escape. the BASTARD is so sinic that he even says that it could be considered father and child time while the poor child cries because oh my god he blew that woman's head off--

If the child wants to look away, he might give them his cell phone, although - well, it's not much better (those who saw chapter 239 know what I mean).

BUT THEN A RAY OF HOPE APPEARS--something like that--TAKABA.

To be honest, after several days/weeks of being with Kenjaku and with all the recent trauma, (Child Reader) does not want to see another participant die, he begs Takaba to leave quickly, to run! because Kenjaku is going to kill him! The kid is already crying thinking about everything that SINGLE DAY has had to do with him.

Then Kenjaku launches an attack, one that hits him STRAIGHT, and the kid falls apart as Kenjaku carries them around like a soccer ball, telling them that if they stop crying they can have some candy--

AND THEN TAKABA COMES OUT UNHARM!! and insulting Kenjaku saying that he could have killed him and that he will put him in jail 🤣

THIS

THIS IS BEAUTIFULL

Takaba would be also scold him for make cry the poor (child Reader) "YOU EVEN MAKE THE CHILD CRY! HOW DARE YOU, YOU'RE SO MEAN!"

(child Reader) is as shocked as Kenjaku, but for the first time in a long time they feel like they have a slim chance, if Takaba can give them enough time, maybe, just maybe they can escape and find help.

maybe even use the beam up their sleeve they've been saving.

but Kenjaku will not lose easily and they know it, it will remain to be seen who plays their cards better...

Any ask or suggestion for this Series is welcome!

[ghouldnight]

oouughh,,..submissive/bottom cerberus ghost has been on my mind for WEEKS

there's just something about seeing this big scary monster being submissive yknow?????

To be fair, it is a new body, new form. There's a lot of hands, triple the mouths, and a whole lot to learn to work and navigate. After all, having six hands isn't the easiest thing to coordinate in general.

Much when all three of your brains aren't working and you're only thinking with the head below ;)

He knows he can't help his appearance now but he's still worried about hurting you! There's a lot going on, a lot he hasn't figured out how to navigate. After all, its not like he really expected human contact again, much less someone so enthusiastic about everything he has.

Smut under the cut 18+ MDNI. Very tame but still suggestive enough :D

Also I'm SUPER sick right now sorry if this doesn't make any sense

︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶⊹︶︶୨୧︶︶⊹︶

Never had he expected to feel the touch of another grace his skin, much less one so warm, so tender, caressing every little plane of his twisted, chimeric form.

No, he'd told himself after spending many nights alone and avoiding his reflection in the ripples of puddles and mirrors alike with a vengeance, the love of another wasn't something monsters got.

They were cast out, left to rot, driven away with ammunition and scorn brandished in a fist. Fingertips caressing their forms, skimming across skin that no longer fit their bodies as it frayed and tore, with great reverence wasn't befitting of such beasts.

Yet you didn't heed that warning. You didn't look at the common sense signs plastered, urging you to stay away from such things. The embers of your passion singed them until they smoldered into heaps of ash, crumbling away into the wind. No amount of words or warnings alike would go heeded, not even when he argued them himself.

His words fell upon deaf ears when he pleaded for you to leave him, a twisted monster like him had no life left to give, especially not a life that he could give you.

"A life without you is hardly living at all." Fell from your lips the second he tried pushing you away once again.

Now they were written on every inch of his skin with kiss-swollen lips in a silent promise, ceaseless worship poured over him in a way that he dared not protest anymore. Not that he had the mind to, not when your lips found the delicate skin on the base of his throat.

Two of his hands dug into the pillows above while the rest scrambled for purchase on the sheets. A low, rasping keen echoed from deep within his chest, blond lashes flutter as his eyes rolled back.

Through the rush of blood in his ears, the faint whisper of a small "Pretty boy," Sent yet another shiver down his spine, his whole body wracking with a tremor as his heart fluttered.

All of his tongues tied in that moment, caught like the noises in his throat as your nose traced up the column of his throat and those lips found his jaw. Nuzzling underneath, you scarcely let him catch his breath before you were trying to push it out again with the sinful swipe of a tongue that traced up his jaw.

At that point, he wasn't responsible for the noise he made or how his fingers twisted further, nails digging into the sheets, threatening to tear them apart with how hard he grasped and trembled.

Tracing your nose up to his, you leaned in, letting your breaths mingle as your warm weight pressed him down further into the plushness of the mattress. Hot breath mingled with his as he inhaled sharply, committing to memory every feeling he thought he'd never deserved. A feeling a monster like him shouldn't-

As if reading his mind, lingering kiss followed suit on all three lips, your hips rolling down onto the insistent warmth that had been pressed against you from the moment you pinned him down. You weren't going to let him think about such things, that much was clear. Not tonight and not ever for as long as you lived.

Your fingers never ceased their movement as they slipped lower and lower, raking through the swath of light curls blanketing his abdomen. Each centimeter further your hand swept was matched with yet another kiss, another taste, another silent plead for him to take the affection you gave.

The promise you made earlier echoed in his mind as you finally took ahold of his length, the last of his breath escaping him in a noise reminiscent of a faint moan. You weren't going to just show him how beautiful he was to you - you were going to make him feel it too.

[agapeeternal]

I'm glad the fandom is starting to see the truth about Gigi (the goodbye posts in November, not being together in December and the photos of her and another man cuddling with martinis in March- CHECK HER TAGGED PHOTOS ON IG If you haven't seen) but I really think the damage is done. She played this perfectly and she gained followers and comments like a pro. The Jennifer Anniston post was the final nail in the "I'm not going to say cheating because that's liable but lets play the rumor mill" game.

Meanwhile Glen is getting shredded on Twitter. His looks, his intelligence, his manners, his family, his politics (which were wrong by the way) and it's sad to me. He's literally playing a losing game. He stays silent and he is a jerk for not apologizing to Gigi. If he says anything to defend himself then he is a jerk and a liar for trying to fight what everyone wants to believe is true.

I'm really curious to see if he goes to the MTV movie awards. Top Gun is nominated and Anthony Ramos, who he is filming Twisters with, is also going so I could see them both making appearances. I wonder if anyone from TGM will talk to him or be afraid to be associated with a "cheater"

Overall I'm frustrated because I see the business plan Gigi is trying to achieve and everyone else online wants to play the poor poor little girl card. Look she is VERY SMART and very beautiful, work with what you can when you can, but burning this bridge and playing coy about the cheating (which again I don't think happened just because of the photos being published by Sydney and Glen), is just not the nicest way to do it.

Also I really need twisters 2 to be great, I was obsessed with the first movie. So we cannot cancel Glen and risk the production of this gem

Thank you for letting me rant

Yeah she dealt him a blow for right now. Nobody likes a cheater. And to all be actually say he cheated is dirty af. She knows what this is doing and she's not helping the situation by just letting the rumor mill go while she watches the followers and comments roll in. That pic from March is just...it's making it hard for me to stay balanced on this, I really am trying. But she's playing dirty pool.

People are tearing him a new asshole over what? Half-assed hints at cheating? A one-sided narrative that's being milked? They were looking for a reason to be able to drag Glen and Gigi gave it to them. It''s a double edged sword to stay silent. If he doesn't say anything then it doesn't give them ammunition to hit him with later on but if he does say something then he's just trying to cover his ass and make himself look good. He can't win.

I'm curious about that myself. I'd expect him to go since the reason he didn't go to the Oscars was because he was in Australia, but now he's stateside. I doubt the TGM cast would shun him for rumors. Miles especially since he knows what it's like to have a rumor mill constantly.

I fell the frustration, it's equally frustrating for me, especially because I know the way PR works and how she's playing the game. She's used this whole shituation to her benefit with no consideration of how it's gonna end up for Glen. She's seeing an opportunity and she's taking it.

I loved the first one too so I need Glen to give it to me good. (wow that didn't sound right.....)

[forensicated]

04x05 - All In Good Faith

A weapons amnesty has been called and a mother forces her son to put his catapult inside the donation bin. The young boy only gives in when Viv and June eyeball him as they enter the station grounds.

It's worth noting that this is the first episode that shows the front of the station as being Clement House in Dalgano Gardens. The 'David' hair salon sign across the road didn't disappear until late 2017.

Neither officer wants to update Ted on the case as he's been so uptight since becoming acting DI. Viv preferred it when he was an alcoholic DS as 'at least he was a laugh then!'

Tom, Jim and Mike are having a look at what has been handed in in the amnesty bin. Mike ends up with a knuckle duster stuck on his fingers through their messing around and Ted has to shout at them to shut up when Jim starts singing loudly whilst he's on the phone.

Ted is on the herbal teas. June asks if things are getting 'a bit much' He's not amused. He's even less amused to hear of another bogus gas man doing the rounds conning the elderly.

Christine calls Pete in for a little chat in her office, saving him from Yorkie's questions of how he can "afford to run a porche when [he] can't afford to run a pushbike."

Christine says she likes to get to know her officers and work out what makes them tick. She doesn't like to refer to other inspector's notes 'I find them boringly repetitious' she says with a small knowing smile. "You like to give the impression of being the strong silent type. The macho image. Am I right?" "If you say so..." Christine asks how many punch-ups he's been involved in since joining. Pete can't remember so she elaborates. "How many allegations of assault have been made against you by members of the public?"

June heads out with Mike. Mike thinks Conway is be holding Ted responsible for the conman jobs. June is surprised, she thinks Ted is doing a good job. She's also surprised when Mike tells him that Ted is teetotal in his efforts to become DI! As they're driving, a call comes in to report another old dear has been conned by the bogus gasman.

Ted goes up to Derek to tell him three guns have been handed in as part of the amnesty. As part of forensic tests, one has turned up as having been used in two robberies five years ago at Delmont Dairies. Pat Duffy was the prime suspect but Ted and Roy had to let him go because they couldn't prove it. However, a fingerprint belonging to Duffy has shown up on the ammunition clip of the gun. Ted is absolutely made up - he's wanted to nail Duffy ever since.

Christine tells Pete he's had 7 accusations of assault made against him just that year. He claims it's normal because he's frontline. She warns him not to be impertinent. He claims he's stating facts. She suggests his attitude causes the incidents and asks if he's considered how he speaks to people? "I treat people the way they treat me." He replies flatly. Christine tells him to consider what they've discussed as it would make him a better officer and all-round better human before she dismisses him. Pete smirks to himself as he walks out.

Derek tells Ted that different rules apply to arresting Duffy as the gun was handed in under an amnesty. They can't undermine the public's confidence in the police by acting rashly. It could also discourage further 'donations' of weapons. Wanting advice on how to proceed, Derek contacts the force solicitors department to see what can be done. He warns Ted to wait for further instructions.

Mike and June speak to the old dear who was scammed. The 'gasman' told her to stay downstairs whilst he checked her gas pressure upstairs "as gas rises so he'd get a better reading upstairs."

Ted's not heeding any of Derek's warnings. He orders Mike to meet them opposite Duffy's last known address. Dashers arrives before Ted and Jim and leaves his car outside. Jim questions if they really should be doing it given how they've got the evidence in the first place. Ted warns him not to question him.

Christine goes to speak to Derek about Pete but before she can he explains about Ted and the Amnesty situation. The solicitor's department calls back whilst Christine is there. They had to consult the Department of Public Prosecutions who in turn went to the Attorney General's office. Sun Hill are not to take action because it's not in the public interest given the crimes were 5 years ago and the gun hasn't been used since. It would serve no real purpose but could create a lot of legal problems as well as upset the local community. He rings CAD and asks them to contact Ted to get him in.

Ted speaks to Duffy's ex-wife who tells him he doesn't live there anymore. He left her for another woman four years ago. He'd tried to get his friends to collect his things but she wouldn't let them in. She felt his things still hanging around gave her false hope so she donated them to Oxfam and the like and admits she dropped the gun in the amnesty bin. She suspects he now lives on the Mountjoy Estate with his other woman. Ted sympathises when his ex says she gave him everything she had and he never wanted for anything. "Some men are like that."

Ted and Mike head over to the Mountjoy estate. Mike says he could have moved again but Ted doesn't care - he'll keep digging. He wants CID to get 'at least one good result under [him].'

June is asked to attend another old lady who has had the bogus gasman call. The old lady makes them a cup of tea and explains that she knew he was fake because her husband was an Inspector for the Gas Board. He forced his way in and tried to go upstairs but she said the meter was in the basement - so off he went down the stairs only for the wily old girl to lock him in. He's still down there! "Do you think he'd like a cup of tea?" she asks June who laughs.

Yorkie can be heard in the background trying to urgently get in touch with Ted as Jim drives but Ted's too fixated on the fact he can see Duffy about to get into his car. Duffy makes a run for it with Ted right behind him. Unfortunately for Duffy, he runs into a dead end and can't get away, not least because there's hidden barbed wire on the top of the wall that cuts into his hands. Duffy claims he didn't know they were coppers. He ran because three blokes ran at him. He now recognises Ted and tells him that he's been straight ever since he left his ex-wife. "That's what the love of a good woman does!"

June contacts Alec who comes down and heads into the basement with Robin. He appears to have had a fecal accident whilst waiting. Malcolm is doing his best not to breathe through his nose as he searches him once brought in. Whilst he does, Christine orders that Ted report straight upstairs as soon as he arrives. She's horrified to hear from Bob that he's arrested Duffy and also requested a doctor.

Mike is reunited with his car after leaving it to travel with Jim and Ted. It's not a happy reunion. Duffy tells him only a fool would leave a car unattended 'around here'.

Christine reports everything upstairs to Derek. "Idiot!" Conway cries.

Bob warns Ted that he has to go upstairs and tells him he better have a good cover story. Upstairs, Ted tells Derek that he didn't go out intending to arrest Duffy. He calmly says that, if Duffy isn't to be arrested, he must be asked about the incident so that it can be treated as a clear-up. "He's right. The guidelines are clear...." Christine sighs. Ted goes on to explain that it was Mrs Duffy who put the gun in the box to get rid of it after he left her 4 years ago. She still had all his belongings and saw the amnesty as a good way to safely get it out the flat.

Ted claims Duffy wants to plead guilty and that he must go and deal with his prisoner, leaving the two Inspector's behind him. "I'm not naive..." Derek insists, aware that Ted directly and deliberately disobeyed him. Christine says she doesn't agree with how he went about it but his motives were right. She's positive he'd make a good DI. Derek explains that his cards are already marked by Brownlow - he won't get above DS as long as Brownlow remains at Sun Hill.

In the canteen, Sun Hill wind Mike up about his car having had its wheels stolen. Jim offers him a lift home. "You can sit on the crossbar and I'll pedal." Mike doesn't find it - or any of the other jokes - in the slightest bit funny and neither does Ted who comes to his senses, bins the herbal tea and heads to the pub for a proper drink.

[futurefind]

he waits until cyrillo and kaiya walk away, waits even longer until he's sure they probably won't hear him over the chatter of all the people roaming outside. then ciaran turns to the mercenary, eyes narrowed. he almost doesn't want to ask. he knows cyrillo, and he knows how charming the grand vampire can be. he's pretty sure he's been " charming " sasume, if their behavior is anything to go off of ( gross gross gross -- that's his... not dad, but gross!! ). " ...what's going on with you and cyrillo? you two're acting different. " weird, he'd like to say, but he's got better manners than that.

unprompted / always accepting! // @tvrningout

Fuck, she thinks distantly.

Then: Fuck.

And then: Wait, that's how she got into this mess, isn't it—

For what she thinks is the first time in her entire life, Sasume's glad for her acquired coldness. It's much easier to hide shock and surprise when she's scarcely expressive at best, after all.

Which means when her heart goes from stable and silently soft (as it's wont to do with her ever-increasingly familiarity with Cyrillo and his lot, and not at all hurt by Ciaran's age) to slamming into a brick wall and careening off of a cliff's edge, she knows the sudden flood of raw and hysteric panic is nowhere near displayed on her face.

Nonetheless the muscles in her face go taught all the same, and her eyes widen at the only overt sign of surprise.

"Ah," is all she says at first, banking on her icy reputation for it to come off as aloof rather than anything but. She's knows it's not her place to get too involved with Ciaran, but for as much as she may be aware of Cyrillo and Kaiya's proverbial toes about him, she also knows he'd waited for them to leave, first.

Which. Fucking gods is she glad she's not smart enough to unpack everything going on here immediately.

"...Bonding," she offers blandly, more of a statement than a question— but not completely so. She knows she can't fire back too much (like his behaving even less than Kaiya in staying home as they went to the free army), lest she give him even more ammunition to go on the offensive himself, but—

"Or were you expecting me to only know him as 'that rich vampire who helps me find jobs' forever?"

She can deflect to hell and back, if nothing else.

Sasume can only hope that that, her general privacy, and the (far briefer than anticipated) time away from the others from Cyrillo's estate will be enough to sate the kid's curiosity. After all, when one's as about as emotive as a brick and also about as social, perhaps just friendship alone would serve as the perfect cover...?

(Distantly, she has an even more horrifying realization: Thank gods... whatever they have is casual, or else she'd have to tell Shida—)

[cost-of-chaos]

All you Need is Love (Chapter Two)

Roger Taylor x OC

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: swearing, smut

Chapter One

“Rog! What’s taking you so long I told you I could bring the case down the stairs” I called up to the open door leading up to our apartment as I sat on the hood of his sporty red car.

My shouting caused even more unwanted attention from the strangers walking along the busy street. One sleazy git gave me a wolf whistle and a once over and I’d finally had enough waiting of the cold street for Roger to bring down a suitcase I really could have lifted myself.

“I’m coming down now! Don’t get your knickers in a twist love! Anyone would think you actually DO want to get away from me!” He shouted as I walked into the front door. After a quick search around our small apartment, I found him. I leant against the door as I watched him from afar and it slammed against the wall making him jump. I couldn’t help but let out a laugh of frustration at the scene in front of me.

“Rog.. what exactly are you doing with my bag?”

He looks at me, with a cheesy, toothy smile, “Ronnie! I don’t know what you mean?”

“My bag was all packed, zipped up and ready to go, and then you insisted you’d carry it down the stairs for me…. but here you are rezipping it up?”

“I wanted to pack you something to remember me by, you’re going for two weeks, after all, you might forget just how much you love me”

I closed the distance between us and straddled his thighs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rested my forehead against his, brown hair, mixing with blonde,

“I could never forget you Roger”

“You won’t find some posh American bloke making millions in the stock market and run off with him?”

“As if I would ever leave you and our one bedroom walkup?” I kissed his forehead, smiling at the preposterous thoughts going through my boys head. “Besides who would get custody Mitchy” I joked, as if on cue, he jumped onto the bed beside us and I climbed off of Rog’s lap to give him one last cuddle.  

“I suppose I should get you to the airport now, I don’t want your mother to hate me more than she already does” He exclaimed dramatically as he picked up my suitcase and walking out of our flat.

“How could she blame you if I missed my flight?” I said, locking the door behind us.

“We both know it doesn't’ take much to find more ammunition to loathe her degenerate boyfriend”.

I laughed at his accuracy, “Yeah you’re right, let’s hope there isn’t any traffic!”

The drive to the airport was perhaps the slowest Roger had driven in his whole life, but it became ridiculous as I noticed an old lady, wheely bag in tow, actually go faster than us on the footpath. But I don’t think either of us minded having a few extra minutes in each others company. There wasn’t a single quiet moment for the whole drive. We talked about his tour and what I was going to be getting up to in the states, and how he was driving down to his mums tonight to drop of Mitch for cat sitting while we were away.

We finally come to a halt outside of the terminal and Roger turns the car off the sounds of led zeppelin comes to an abrupt halt. And we looked at each other hesitantly, I wrapped my arms around his neck and he hugged my waist tightly.

“I love you Veronica, have a safe flight and remember to call me from the airport when you land!”

“Of course I’ll call you, you’ll call me when you’re in Japan won’t you? I can’t believe I’m missing out on Japan goddammit!”

“I wouldn’t miss talking to you for the world, angel” With that I climbed out of the car, picked my case up from my feet and slowly walked towards to doors of the terminal. Behind me, I hear some sort of a commotion but ignore it for fear of looking back to Roger and becoming unnecessarily teary. Just as I made it through the big glass doors I felt a hand grab my forearm, causing me to turn around. It was Roger, holding out his fur coat. He gave me a hard kiss before handing me the coat and walking back outside to someone yelling about his illegal park.

“Excuse me, excuse me, pardon me” I made my way through the aisle of the plane, all the way to the back. As I made my way past three businessmen coughing up lungs and a crying baby before finding my cramped aisle seat, I began to really miss the luxury of travelling with Queen.

Flashback

I remember the first time we had travelled on a private plane like it was yesterday. It was a red eye on the way back home after a tour. On the way to the first concert, the boys were swarmed by fans for the whole flight asking for autographs and hoping to get a glimpse of the ‘rock stars’. It was the first time that it really sunk in how famous they were getting and although I was incredibly proud of them, the peace and quiet of being on a private plane was almost as amazing as the sheer luxury.

The executives and big wigs groups up at the back of the plane, deep in discussion while the rest of us slumped down on the big seats towards to front of the plane. Glasses of whiskey were poured all around and after a piss poor game of scrabble, Roger and I had found ourselves to be the only ones still awake.

“Hey Ronnie…”

“Uhuh” I said, not lifting my eyes from the book in front of me.

“You wanna have a little fun?” Alright, that got my attention.

My eyes widened at his proposal, but I didn’t give him the satisfaction of looking up at him, “We aren’t exactly in private darling, how ‘bout you keep it in your pants until we get home?”

He scooted closer to me so we were touching and he began brushing my hair with his fingertips, instantly relaxing me. “What are you reading?” He asked in a husky whisper, how could he be so sexy talking about literature? He nuzzled into my neck and kissed the sweet spot on my neck. I bit my lip and couldn’t resist leaning further towards him, he started sucking and even though it was sure to leave a mark I let out a moan and dropped my book on the floor.

“Love, wanna accompany me to the bathroom?” He whispers into my ear.

“But the guys!” I protest, pointing at our sleeping friends across from us.

"No, they won't hear us, hun, not if we’re quiet." He flashed a smile and stood up, reaching his hands towards out to mine to coax me into standing up.

I took his hands and we began the short walk to the bathroom, feeling incredibly naughty. We’d done things in bathrooms, his van and hell, even dressing rooms before but here? With such thin walls and a deathly silent airplane, it just felt scandalous which spurred me on even more.

He locked the door behind us and quickly closed any distance that was between us, kissing me with so much need and desire that I was already feeling a warmth grow inside me. I reached down to his crotch, groping him through his jeans. He let out a deep moan into my mouth and the kissing halted for a second, he tore his face away from mine and looked at me intently with eyes clouded with lust.

He cupped my ass and lifted me up so I was straddling his waist and he walked a few steps and sat me down onto the marble counter. He ripped open my silk buttoned up and licked his lips as he admired the sight before trailing sloppy kisses down my chest.

Before I knew it he was on his knees pulling my knickers down and pushing the hem of my skirt up before diving his head between my legs. He began to softly lick my core and I couldn’t help but to grind into his face and I let out a high pitched moan. His pace picked up with my moan of encouragement and I could feel myself already getting closer to the edge.

“Rog...baby...keep- keep going” I breathed out as I rested my head against the mirror behind me, he reached up and groped my breast and I looked down to watch him. It was a sight I doubt I will ever tire of, the sight of his messy blonde locks between my legs, the way he would look up every now and again to tease me further and to watch me start to unravel before his eyes.

Just as I felt myself about to go over the edge he stopped and looked up at me and I whimpered in protest.

“Wanna feel you come around my cock my love.” He said before standing up and wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt before kissing me again. His lips collided with mine harshly and I poked my tongue into his mouth needing to be closer to him, the taste of me on his tongue made me even wetter, I needed him inside of me now. I pulled his shirt off him in a similar fashion that he’d done to mine and made quick work of his belt before springing free his erect length, after stroking his throbbing member a few times we both knew what we wanted, I reached into his back pocket and grabbed a condom out of his wallet and gave it to him. He slid it on as I sucked on his neck, causing him to let out a quiet whimper.

He positioned himself at my entrance, and gently pushed himself inside of me, I grip his shoulders with my nails as he pulled out and thrust slowly again, but this time deeper, filling me up.

“Fuck Roger” I whispered into his ear, he chuckled and kissed my neck.

“Shh, angel, we don’t want anyone to hear us do we?” I shook my head but he increased his speed, and I had to bite my lip to suppress more moans, I really didn’t want this to be all the boys talked about for the next couple of days but the risk of it all was making this so much hotter.

He changed his angle slightly and began hitting my g spot in a rhythmic pattern and I had to bite down on his shoulder to stay quiet. After leaving me so close to the edge before, it wasn’t taking much to get me to the same point again.

“Yes Rog, keep going… keep going” Our kisses were becoming more and more sloppy by the second as we both were reaching out climaxes.

Just as I was reaching my peak, he brought his finger down, rubbing my clit in a circular motion while thrusting, he was now moaning a deep moan which was resembling a growl and I knew he was close too.

His thrusts started to get sloppier just as I released and I felt him twitch inside of me as my legs shook with the intensity of my orgasm. We rode our orgasms out with kisses fuelled with love instead of passion.

After a quick cleanup, I pulled up my knickers and buttoned up my dress as Roger also redressed, still panting slightly. He turned around to open the door but I held him back, I needed a for more seconds of alone time with my love. I looked up at his swollen lipstick stained lips, and I rubbed off the marks with my thumb. His angelic eyes were staring down at me with the same intensity they were just a few minutes ago and he grabbed my face with his two hands and gave me a gentle kiss.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He said after pulling back and tucking a strand of loose hair behind my ear. God, he was a smooth talker.

“You know just because that was amazing, doesn’t mean we’re going to do this all the time, this is a one-time thing, Mr Taylor!” I said, fully intending on keeping my word. However a few months later and we’d already become two-time members for the mile high club.

I blush with the memory as I’m brought back to reality by the stewardess walking down the aisle offering drinks. I ordered a gin and swigged it down quickly before opening my book to try to push aside the erotic memories swirling around my head. As the plane took off the ground I was already looking forward to seeing the wheels touch back down on the way back home.

“Oh finally Veronica, how did you manage to be the last person off the plane? For heaven's sake we’ve been here for hours, don’t you realize how busy we are with the wedding tomorrow?”

“Mum, I have no control over the order the bags come out at the baggage claim,” I said, while trying to smooth my hair into a bun, I really didn’t need any more ammunition for this woman.

“Hmm,” she said, with so much disdain I felt the hairs on the back on my neck rise up. I felt like I was twelve again. Was it too late to walk back through security and get on the next plane?

“Come on, let's go” Bea said, trying to diffuse the situation between me and mother. “You need to meet Thatcher Veronica! He’s a dream!” She said while pulling my arm to guide me out of the crowds.

“I still can’t believe you came over here for college and now you’re getting married! You’re my baby sister, it’s insane!”

“Yes, isn’t it wonderful, she doesn’t need any more education, she can finally be a wife, and a mother soon I should expect.” I looked over at Beatrice, surely mums lying, but I was faced with a broad, honest smile plastered on my sisters face.

“Thatcher makes enough money to support both of them, you know. He provides her a stable income, Veronica. You might think of looking for a decent man for yourself, instead of that drummer you’re ‘shacked up with’.” Mum continued on, distaste dripping from her words as she expressed her obvious displeasure with our her eldest daughter has turned out.

I looked towards Beatrice and back at mum, I didn’t want to cause any fights, I just wanted to get this whole dreaded thing over and done with. I decided to bite my tongue and slid into the car, sinking into the deep seats letting the fur jacket come up around my chin. As I watched the countryside pass us by the window I inhaled the scent of Roger lingering on the fur, desperately wishing it was him I was with. Only 2 more weeks...

tags: @perriwiinkle