#i keep reaching for various parts of my body and then go oh dont scratch!!!!!!

[all-thestories-aretrue]

I had a reaction to the sunscreen we bought and now i am ITCHY.

[maybe-your-left]

Kylo doesn't like wearing the skirt? Imagine if he does wear one, you could see his third leg just swinging around.

kylo does NOT like the skirt.

———

“Hey,” you cooed. Running your finger across Kylos broad back from behind the couch. You leaned over the lip, giving him your best puppy eyes, “What if we did something new?”

“What do you mean,” he mumbled through a mouthful of cereal. Kylo didn’t even turn to look at you, staring directly at the screen. History channel was on, its more important than you. You traced your finger up to his ear, brushing his long hair back to expose it. Kylo shuddered as you traced it, giving you a sideways glare before taking another bite of his precious meal.

“I just wanna try some stuff with you...”

“What kind of stuff? We already do enough.”

“Like in the bedroom,” you leaned further, almost flopping into the couch in the process. “I wanna try something new.”

Kylo snorted, “I’ve already fucked all your holes, unless you want me to try and burst your eardrum there’s nothing new to work in.”

“Okay gross,” you sighed, “I was thinking some roleplay.”

“Oh.”

You had his attention now, you climbed over the lip. Perching next to him on your heels and puffing your bottom lip out. Being sure to press your breasts together so he was nice and buttered up. “I wanted to do like a school girl role play.”

“School girl?”

You nodded.

“Angel, we haven’t been in school in like 7 years. I’m almost 30.”

You groaned, slumping into his lap dramatically. Smushing your face into the cushion on the other side of his thigh, “That’s why it’s a role playyyyy.”

Kylo smacked the back of your thigh, “Dont fuckin’ whine. What would it even be? You getting a fucked for an A?”

“Not exactly...”

“You didn’t even get As in college.”

———

Three nights later you executed your plan, laying out a school girl uniform on the bed. Along with various toys, you were wearing a black lingerie set. Looking extra tantalizing for his royal jackass to come see you.

“I’m home,” you heard him holler from the kitchen, you perked up right away. Vibrating from excitement as you waited. Soon he strode through the door, dead in his tracks when he saw you.

“What’s this?” He asked, his eyes dancing across your skin and finally settling on the outfit. He scrunched his forehead, “Arent you supposed to have that on?”

You shook your head, your smile wide across your face.

“Well,” Kylo kept staring at it, “Whose it for then? This isn’t like a threeway thing again, right? Because last time you picked the girl and she didn’t stop calling me for a month.”

“It’s for you.”

Just when you thought he was froze before, he somehow became even stiffer. His smirk falling into a deep frown as he back away from the bed. “Why would I wear that,” he stuttered.

You crawled to the edge of the bed, grasping his collar before he could run away. Bringing him close to your face as you whispered, “Because I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass.”

Kylo visibly gulped, “Are you serious?”

You nodded your head, placing a plush kiss before you whispered again, “Since you’ve been such a slut, needing to get your grades up by fucking your teacher.”

“Oh my god, your fucking serious right now.”

“Get your outfit on,” you pushed him away, “Dont keep me waiting.”

———

“This thing is uncomfortable,” Kylo whined from the bathroom, he had been in there for 10 minutes. You weren’t sure if he spent it cleaning himself or trying to break out through the window, but you were done waiting.

“Come out here or I’m giving you an F!”

“I thought you were giving me a D!”

“Just for that,” you sneered through the door, “I’m not going gentle!”

Kylo finally emerged, face beet red and scrunched in embarrassment. You were so excited, it was so snug on him. Caressing his muscles, every dip and bulge of his skin, right down to his cock. Which was harder than you expected, peaking out from under the pleating.

You placed your palms on his cheeks, sloppy kisses against his mouth. Kylo hummed into you, the tension from before melting away as he wrapped his large hands around your waist. His fingers digging into your skin as your tongues danced. You grinded into him, causing him to hiss as you squeezed his cock between the two of you. “This better be worth it,” he growled into your mouth. Lifting you from the floor and walking the two of you to the bed.

Kylo slotted between your legs, pushing your open with a palm behind each knee. He stared down at your pussy, glistening and bare. Lips parting as he spread your legs more. Kylo gathered some spit, letting it fall on your clit before he rocked his cock against you. The skirt pulled back enough for him to coat him in your juices.

“Baby,” you whined, “I’m supposed to be fucking you.”

Kylo shook his head, “Not yet, professor, I need to be sure your good enough to fuck my ass.”

His hand dropped your leg, popping the tip inside you. You moaned at the stretch, even after all these years together. He still split you, stretching and pushing you apart to make room for his monster cock. Kylo grunted as he sunk inside you, a loud squelch when he was flush with your hips.

“Am I good enough?”

He nodded silently, sucking in a breathe through his teeth before pounding into you. Anchoring himself over you, his stupid skirt covering the image of his cock ripping you.

“You like getting fucked by me?” he growled, “In this stupid outfit?”

You dug your nails into his shoulders, pulling him down to your face. “It’s a mandatory uniform you filthy slut.”

Kylo growled again, slamming harder and harder into you. He latched his mouth to your neck, sucking a deep purple welt. “Everyone’s gonna know you let one of your students fuck you, you’re going to get fired.”

You grabbed his face between your thumb and forefinger, just the way he does to you, “Do you want the whole class to know I fucked you?” Kylo froze, trying to work his jaw close from your steel grip. You brought his real close, “Get on your fucking hands and knees, you need to earn your grade.”

Shockingly enough, Kylo obeyed without a word. The slight whine from his throat was all you heard when he pulled out. Centering himself on the bed and bending over, you smiled when you saw him. His firm, pale ass up in the air for you.

And nestled inside in was a plug, just for you to take out.

You brought a finger to it, taping the base experimentally. “Look at you,” you mused, giving a light tug to it, Kylo shuddered underneath you. Nuzzling his face into the duvet, he let out a lewd moan. “Fuck Angel,” he whimpered, spreading his legs a little wider for you. Even arching his back so you would reward him with more touches.

“Are you eager to get fucked?”

Kylo nodded, “I’m eager to get this skirt off, now fuck me.”

You scowled at it him.

“Please,” he whimpered.

You reached to your side, grabbing the strap to nestle inside you. Being sure to place the base right over your aching clit, you then squirted copious amounts of lube on the length. Fucking yourself with a fist while you tugged at the plug. Kylo groaned beneath you as the largest part pulled out. Exhaling hotly once it was free, you wasted no time bringing the tip to him. Thrusting your hips slowly, you scratched your nails up his thighs. Digging them into his skin just the way he likes.

“Okay Ky?”

He nodded into the blankets, “Mhm, please move. I’m going to fucking cum if you don’t do something.”

You smiled, snapping your hips into him. Both of you groaning out from the double sided toy. You saw one of Kylos arms fold under his chest, tugging at his weeping cock. Still slick from your pussy, you canted into him. A symphony of smacks, moans, and cries as you fucked him.

Kylo cried out, “Fucking fuck! Cumming... I’m fucking cumming!” His body seized below you, followed by more choking sobs as he sat up on his hands and sank back into you. His cock spurting cum all over the covers, pooling between his legs as he trembled.

You softly pushed into him, trying to move him off so you could get out. Kylo took the hint, wincing as you pulled away. Quickly standing from the bed to grab towels and water for him.

When you came back he was still panting, laying in a u-shape around his mess. A weak had stretched out to grab the bottle, chugging the entirety in one move.

“I’m never wearing the skirt again.”

———

i’m hot and HARD.

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[windup-themis]

hi i feel like talking about 76 avery so *infodumps*

under the cut bc its soooo much. head full thoughts many i love my oc

uhhh. content warnings for mention of cannibalism and descriptions of violence (specifically how avery received the various scars on his face). violence also includes loose description of burned injuries as well as almost-eye gore.

this is like 10 paragraphs <3

okay so. probably a bit of this is going to be repeated from her page on the avatie carrd but anyways:

avery was actually born and raised in vault 76, two years after the door first closed. they have little to no idea what the world was actually like before the war, and didn’t actually know anything about what the nearby world was like. he grew up in the same walls for her whole life and couldn’t completely believe the things people said about the world outside. needless to say they were kind of overwhelmed when he actually went outside and saw how massive everything was - the trees, the mountains, everything.

in her time in the vault, he actually worked under and with the overseer diplomatically to keep the peace inside the vault. people get kinda antsy when they’re stuck in the same rooms with the same people for 25 years! so avery’s job growing up was to help mediate high-strung situations to prevent people from going totally batshit on each other.

he got some minimal training to prepare for the world outside when she was in the vault, but it really didn’t do a good enough job foretelling what the world would actually be like. when she first left he was actually pretty weak and wasn’t all that great at aiming and shooting. over the first few months in the wasteland, they did eventually get stronger from lugging around tons of junk and huge weapons - not to mention the hefty armor she wore for protection.

i know i go “haha funny comic” with the ‘never have i ever eaten human flesh’ but the way i imagine it actually played out was along the lines of avery sitting down at her camp one night and realizing, “oh shit, i dont have any food,” before looking around and realizing. well. there’s a dead body nearby. and subsequently going “fuck it, YOU live in a society, i live in a post-nuclear wasteland” and. well. eating at least part of it. its definitely not something he’s happy about or does constantly, but you gotta do what you gotta do to stay alive.

over time, probably a year or two, avery has become very ... dead inside from dealing with the horrors of the wasteland and the incessant violence. at just about every turn there was someone or something ready to string him up, whether out of pure unjustified violence or for whatever they had on her. he does still try to help people when they can, but she’s a lot more cautious than when they first emerged!

some notable Horrifying Experiences she’s had, aka the stories of his scars, are:

the rashy-looking scars on the right side of his face are from his responders initiation, having to dive into the eternally-burning mine of belching betty. they had to go into the cave to join the firebreathers, and while he was trying to find her way down to where the last crew died, they came across an entry that was full of fire. he couldn’t find any way around it, so she had to barge through the flames to reach their destination. it was an unpleasant experience, and they dislike having to spend time around the ash heap following it.

the scar that goes from their hairline across her right eye was received from a fight with a deathclaw. they were sidelined out of seemingly nowhere by a furious deathclaw that he wasn’t even aware of, and it ended up attacking her and getting a huge swipe across his face. it nearly took their eye with it, but thankfully it was still intact. avery ended up winning that fight if just out of pure unadulterated fury at having their eye nearly taken out.

that eye ended up mostly healing, but she has very poor sight in it now, and subsequently suffers from severe photophobia and has terrible perception in it. prior to the fight, he had been trying to practice and train learning how to aim and shoot better than what they were taught in the vault. needless to say those goals were kind of thrown in the dumpster after the fight happened. after that, they decided to opt for melee weapons, so she could have an at least somewhat better look at whatever he was fighting.

a while after that, he ended up in a close fight with three scorched. they were doing okay fending them off until her weapon broke and had to resort to fisticuffs to try to fight their way out of it. she ended up getting overwhelmed and gouged by the scorched, with plenty of scratches and scars across the left side of his face from it. they managed to take out one of the scorched, but had to scramble out of the fight before they got completely destroyed by the creatures.

the people of the appalachian wasteland that avery is closest with are the settler wanderer, duchess and mort, and sofia daguerre. they have a preference for the settlers over the raiders, but enjoys the company of a few people from crater, like molly, munch, and ra-ra and gail. he particularly dislikes johnny weston and axel. she is partial to jen and penelope hornwright in foundation, but tries to avoid samuel.

the settler wanderer - who i’ve named eva - was the first person that avery met that wanted to actually stick around him for the long run. avery appreciates her presence in their camp, and enjoys listening to her play the guitar. they’re also very fond of duchess and mort from the wayward, and enjoys stopping in there to see how they’re doing and having a couple drinks. he has a bit of a crush on both of them, and has (in her own eyes) embarrassingly admitted to it while he was drunk. they also met and took care of commander sofia daguerre, who they are frankly head over heels for. he’s delighted to help her whenever she needs, and loves to listen to her talk on and on about the unstoppables. she actively tries to find magazines - especially issues of the unstoppables - for sofia. after shutting down athena and helping sofia recover from it, they both admitted to how they felt and are happily together. avery is wary of and has a strong disliking for emerson hale, holding him angrily accountable for the pain that sofia went through. she tolerates his presence because sofia lets him come around with supplies for them.

[tera-91]

Monsters part 2

As promised here's part 2! I'm currently writing part 3, my goal is to finish it by this weekend and have it posted by the 27th!

Summary: Patton is afraid of monsters. They might not be so bad after all?

Paring: a bit of prinxiety, logince, analogical

Warnings: monsters, night, attack, let me know if I missed something

Word count: 3524

Please feel free to comment 💜

Roman yawned as he waited for Patton to leave his house, as he did practically every morning. This morning Patton would be leaving around eight to go to work, at least that's what Logan told him Patton was scheduled for. 'Logan better be right about Patton working today. He knows I need my beauty sleep!' Roman thought, knowing full well Logan was always right, especially when it came to Patton's work schedule. Whether Patton was coming down with something or having an off day and not go to work, now that was a different story.

As it approached eight Roman glanced down at himself to ensure he was still covered in beautiful red fur. He sighed, he wished he could greet his blissfully unaware cinnamon roll in his human form. The only one that had done so was Logan the day he updated the Pet Daycare's system and discovered Patton by accident. The genius quietly installed a backdoor into the system so he could remotely access the schedules. Roman couldn't even venture into the place without the temporary and permanent residents becoming unsettled, noticeably, to varying degrees. He had tried one day he certain Patton wouldn't be there.

He laughed to himself. 'Virgil was right, without context we do sound like stalkers. Oh well, it is for his own safety after all he is our -' his thoughts interrupted as he heard the tell-tale click of the lock. Roman eagerly watched Patton take a deep breath as he took a step out the door and turned to lock it. He let out a soft bark to let Patton know he was there.

"Hey bud give me a second." Patton said as he tested the door like he always did.

Roman silently snorted 'Bud? Is that any way to talk to one of your-' Roman's brain abruptly stopped working at the smile that stretched across his freckle dusted face as he turned and squatted down in front of him. 'Oh blast you for being adorable' Roman quickly dropped to the ground and showed his belly. Patton immediately began to tickle him before he pulled out a red and yellow ball from his bag. They played for several minutes before Patton's phone began beeping. Roman knew that sound all too well, his ears involuntarily folded back in disappointment.

Patton's smile fell.

'No! Dont be sad!' A while escaped Roman.

"Sorry Roman, I have to get to work now. " Patton said as he stood up. Roman got to his feet as well, an involuntary whine escaped him at the thought of Patton having to leave so soon. "It's ok buddy, go home." Patton said as he rubbed Roman's ears, causing him to melt. So lost in the sensation he almost missed Patton's hands grab his collar for what must be the thousandth time.

He knew what Patton would see. A dark brown leather collar and a simple golden plate with his name regally engraved into the metal. It had been Virgil's idea. Initially it had been degrading to wear the blasted thing. However because he wore it to see Patton, only when he visits Patton, he at least knew his name.

Roman looked up into Patton's eyes, a look all too familiar to Roman, all but stained his face. Brows knitted together, a touch of sadness in those enchanting light blue bespectacled eyes. Eyes, Roman realized, not too dissimilar to Logan's dark blue ones. He shook his head as soon as Patton let go of the collar. He knew what was going under those nutmeg colored tresses. He knew Patton worried about him, he could practically feel his eyes on his furred body evaluating his body condition. Virgil had over heard Patton call it that one night while he had been on the phone with a friend. Since Virgil told him, Roman did everything he could to ease Patton's worries and made sur3 he knew he was healthy. He even set up a brushing station at their home for when he was in this form and the others weren't around to brush every strand to perfection. His face burned at the thought of said contraption, several large paddle brushes with the handles removed lined one of the many posts of the covered deck attached to their home. It was a good thing his face was currently covered in the. Roman let out a soft huff to bring Patton back to reality. "I know what you want." Patton said, a slight lilt in his voice. Roman watched in slight amusement as Patton pulled out a slice of dehydrated sweet potato. "Potato!" Patton exclaimed in a silly voice. Roman held back a laugh and delicately took the treat. If he could he would have turned into a puddle right then and there at the musical laugh. Also the chin scratch, oh the chin scratch felt amazing. He watched closely as Patton made his way to the bus stop.

Without Patton noticing, Roman followed him and sat down where he wouldn't be seen until the bus came. After the bus pulled away Roman stood up and trotted back home. It was ingrained into him from a young age that it's not safe to change out in the open, no matter how alone you might be. He arrived less than ten minutes later to a three story brick home situated in the side of a hill which backed against the dense woods of Sanders park.

He took a moment to admire the home. It was perfect, well almost. It would be once they were all together. After a quick shake, he rubbed against his brush contraption to get rid of any spurs or leaves from his fur. Once he was confident he had gotten rid of any debris from the woods and wouldn't track anything in he made his way through the, disappointingly generic, dog door and headed for the room devoid of windows.

Virgil's room.

"My perfectly batty emo-nightmare are you still awake?" Roman asked ad he pulled the blankey off the fully body mirror and admired himself once he returned to his handsome human appearance. A groan could be heard behind him, most likely from the pile of blankets on the bed.

"I am so glad Logan figured out a way for you to be able to keep your pants when you transform Rover." Virgil said as he pulled the blankets off him with a yawn. The low light glinting off his, slightly sharper than normal human, teeth.

Any retort Roman may have had vanished from his tongue as he nearly lost his composure at the sight. Virgil's hair stuck up in every direction, natural white roots beginning to peek out from the purple and black dyed mane. "Now now, my adorable citrus blossom you know you like looking at this." He said with a regal sweep of his arm gesturing towards his toned torso.

Virgil rolled his dark green eyes as he lifted the blankets, a blush staining his cheeks. A silent invitation to the taller man to get in the bed. "I'm tired Ro, just get in I need at least a little sleep before I make sure Patton gets home."

Roman immediately jumped into the heavily blanketed bed. Had he still possessed a tail it would have been wagging. His favorite thing about a tired Virgil was that he was more receptive to physical touch. He took a moment to admire his boyfriend's bare back before he reached out and ran a finger gently along the grey wash moon and watercolor night sky tattoo that graced the others shoulder blade.

Roman lovingly kissed the lightning bolt shaped birthmark at the name of Virgil's neck before completely relaxing. He listened to his breathing deepen before he too fell into a light slumber

_______

"Roman?" A familiar voice woke Roman and broke the silence, save for of course the light snoring that came from Virgil. He gave a low grunt to indicate he was awake, to prevent Logan from possibly waking Virgil. He gently remover himself from Virgil's back and rearranged the blanket to cover him.

Logan stood in the doorway, unfortunately he looked a little more rough around the edges than usual. Roman sighed, what were they going to do with the resident genius. "How's my calculator watch?" Roman asked as he threw an arm over the shorter ones shoulders as they made their way away from the bedroom towards the living room.

The pair sat down on the couch, the coffee table littered with various papers containing calculations and packed with words Roman wasn't sure be wanted to investigate. "I-" Logan hesitated as he looked away from Roman, face slightly redder than before. Roman smirked and laid his head on the others shoulder, already knowing what he was wanting. He could feel it through the polo. Logan carried his stress in his shoulders while Virgil carried his in his lower back.

"If all you wanted was a massage my bespectacled chipmunk, all you had to do was ask." Roman said as he sat back and began to run his hands along Logan's shoulders and pushed his thumbs into certain pressure points. He knew Logan rarely directly asked for a massage, by the time he needed one he would be aware his shoulders were so tight.

A few moments passed in comfortable silence, well almost. It was broken every now and again by Logan's moans as Roman worked the tight muscles. "How was-" his breath hitched as Roman pushed on a particularly tight knot. Logan cleared his throat and continued. "How was Patton this morning?" Roman couldn't help but smirk as he noticed his ears turning pink, he loved when his fetching bookworm became flustered.

"Well" Roman began as he pulled the collar of the polo. "He seemed to be alright." He said as he ran his thumb over the birthmark there. Logan could tell there was a contradictory statement. "I'm worried." Roman's voice trailed off as he went to kiss the other's neck and wrapped his arms around Logan's waist.

"We're all worried about him, that is why we make sure he is safe." Logan said as he leaned back into Roman's broad, still unclothed chest.

"No." Roman said as he rested his chin on Logan's shoulder. "I'm worried that he will be afraid when he finds out about us." He paused as he rubbed a thumb along Logan's hip. "About what we are."

Logan sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose at Roman's confession. "It's irrational for him to be afraid of us Roman. After all, he is our soulmate." Logan said as he lifted his left arm. The skin darkened to a slate gray save fore three, almost white, marks on his wrist. A heart, a lightning bolt, and a crown. Roman let go of his waist to trace the crown, identical to the mark on his own neck.

"We're monsters Lo, he's terrified of what we are." Roman half heartedly said "The moment he sees your alluring ghoulish gray skin at night." He softly said as he allowed his tail free from below his waist band. "If I fall asleep and change to my human form or even just fall asleep and he see my tail and ears." Roman let out a whine as he thought of scenarios. "With Virgil-"

"He-" Logan interrupted "is our soulmate." he repeated to Roman. "Just as you and Virgil are soulmates. Just as Virgil is my soulmate." He paused so he could get in a better position. "Just as you are my soulmate." Logan reached up so his wrist mark matched up with Roman's birthmark. A familiar warm pang blossomed from the contact for both, a silent reassurance Logan knew he couldn't give Roman with words.

"I thought it was my job to worry about things like that." Virgil's somewhat raspy voice startled the two. Roman. Looked up to see Virgil standing in the doorway. He couldn't help but smile as he looked him over. The slightly cocky smirk, half hidden behind the coffee mug, the pale svelte torso peeked out from one of Roman's Harry potter robes.

"Ah my enchanting pumpkin king! You worry too much I was simply trying to take some of the burden." Roman said as he reached a hand out to urge Virgil closer. Logan pulled his hand away from Roman's neck and sat up to clear a section of the coffee table.

"Uh huh, sure princey." Virgil said as he sat down between Logan and Roman. He leaned forward to place his mug where Logan cleaned off. Roman watched as the sleeve of the done hiked up to reveal two pitch black marks, a beaker and a heart. "Lo-lo again?" Virgil sighed as he ran his opposite hand through his bangs causing the done to slip off his shoulders.

"I was simply about to make a break through Virgil." Logan said as he reached over and pulled Virgil's arm around his shoulder. Virgil grunted, obviously not believing him in the slightest.

"Yes dear Virgil, he was about to make a break through yet our resident fairy needed a massage." Roman said coyly as he took Virgil's free hand into his own. "Does my other, bewitchingly batty, soulmate need one as well?" he asked, as he gave Virgil his most dashing smile be could once he found the black crown on Virgil's right wrist.

Roman nearly laughed. Virgil's complexion betrayed his calm expression. His face flushed to the point he was almost glowing. Roman's currently canine ears perked up, moment broken by the sound of a buzzer. The kitchen timer. A quick sniff of the air and Roman practically started to drool.

"You wonderful minxes!" He jumped off the couch and made his was into the kitchen. "Who's idea was it to make breakfast pizza?" He asked, not really expecting an answer as it didn't matter.

Roman pulled the pizza out of the oven and plated his share. He knew the other two were most likely having a moment. He loved it when they spoiled him with his favorite foods. Then again, he loved to spoil then almost as much as he enjoyed teasing and flirting. It took him meer moments to devour the tasty breakfast. He took a few minutes to clean up even the most minute thing Logan might consider a mess, to ensure the half brownie would rest, before he made his way back to the living room.

Virgil and Logan had moved from the couch portion of the seating set to the extra wide chaise lounge that could've passed for a bed. Roman was about to make a quip faining jealousy when Virgil made eye contact with him. He knew to stay quiet as those hauntingly gorgeous green eyes flashed orange. His gaze settled on Logan, the poor thing had fallen asleep.

Roman however, wasn't surprised as he couldn't think of the last time he had seen Logan sleep. He knew he had gone to Patton's last night to watch over him but he hasn't seen him that morning before making sure Patton got on the bus. For one who chided him and Virgil about sleep, he probably had the worst sleep schedule of them all.

Roman sat down on the other side of Logan and carefully shifted him so Virgil was able to get up. He lightly ran his fingers through Logan's unruly hair as he watched Virgil slip from the chaise and made his way to the kitchen. Logan groaned and cuddled into Roman's side. He couldn't help the low chuckle that escaped him as he pulled Logan closer.

No sooner had Roman got comfortable did the smell of citrus began to tickle his senses. Virgil could never stay away from those blood oranges once they came into season, especially when Patton unknowingly began to spoil the fruit loving monster. A gasp involuntarily escaped him as said spoiled monster reemerged from the kitchen, approached him from behind and rubbed behind one of Roman's ears. The pout was quickly wiped from Roman's face when Virgil crawled back onto the chaise and cuddled up to him as well.

"You look worn out Princey. They must be working you to the bone at the studio." Virgil said as he lazily ran a pale, especially pale against his own tanned skin, finger along the intricate stained glass window tattoo on Roman's upper arm. Roman could only him in agreement, this was the first full day from photo shoots and filming he had off in nearly a month.

"Its good to have a lazy day." Roman admitted, wanting to curb any anxiety that may be brewing in Virgil's thoughts. A grin made its way to his face "Cara Mia, let's have a spooky marathon." Roman said.

A blush made its way from Virgil's face down to his neck. Had Roman just made a pun? Yes, yes he did and he knew Virgil loved it.

"How can I argue with that request." Virgil rolled his eyes before he kissed Roman on the cheek and turned the television on. Without hesitation Virgil selected the Addams Family and settled back into Roman's side.

Halfway through the next movie Roman sat up straight as his hair stood on end. Something was wrong. His heart dropped. Patton.

Roman looked over at Virgil. He had felt it too.

Virgil practically jumped up while Roman carefully moved Logan so he was laying in a comfortable position. He turned and made his way to the hallway, his robe on the floor caught his eye. Virgil must've changed. Another jolt of fear ran down his spine to the tip of his tail. In one swift movement he jumped as if he were diving into a pool and landed on four paws.

When he entered the lower level with the dog door he felt Virgil land on his back. Sure Virgil was holding on tight enough he slipped through the flap and outside. The crisp night air caught him off guard, was it really that late already? Patton surely wouldn't be at the daycare. "Would he be at home?" Roman asked, torn between which direction to go.

"He left me the last blood orange yesterday and Logan came home with that look on his face again. I'm sure Patton would've needed to go to the store." Virgil said as he still held onto Roman.

"You don't think he would've walked home would He? With it being dark already? He's terrified of the dark!" Roman started in the direction of the store he was sure Patton would go to. A third jolt shot down his spine and caused him to take off in a full sprint.

As he ran Roman couldn't help but think of Virgil still on his back. If something were to happen to Patton he knew Virgil would never forgive himself especially since he usually made sure Patton got home safe.

Roman stopped once he reached the edge of the park. Virgil took off in search of Patton ad he sniffed trying to find the unique blend of cinnamon with vanilla and honey that was Patton. He had been here Roman realized, fairly recently with how strong the scent was.

A high pitch noise caught Roman's attention. He turned and took off to the left. Of course, the bridge path that led to Patton's house was that way! How could he not think of that? "Roman! We have to help him!" came Virgil's distressed voice.

Roman stopped dead at the sight. There was Patton, pressed up against a house by some man. A man that wasn't any of them and he had his hand on their precious Patton's face. 'He will regret that' Roman thought and he was going to make sure of it. A low growl started deep in his chest. Without thinking Roman leapt forward and made it across the street in a matter of seconds. Virgil was already ahead of him and swooping around the man's head. In typical human fashion, the mad freaked out and stepped away from Patton.

Roman immediately jumped and tacked him to the ground. Face to face with Patton's attacker Roman bared his fangs. A glint caught his eye as he realized the man had a knife. The growl in his chest became more threatening upon the realization that the man had actually planned to hurt Patton.

In a stupid move on his part, the man tried to nick Roman with the knife. Roman however, was always quick on his paws and went for the wrist that had the knife. The two struggled for a few moments. Roman got in a couple of good bites, enough to hurt but wouldn't cause anymore damage than a normal dog would be able to. After all, he had a secret to keep.

With one final bite Roman shifted himself so the coward could get up and leave. Fortunately, he did but Roman didn't let him go without snapping at him for good measure. He panted and attempted to calm down. That's when he heard it, Patton's light voice break the silence. "Roman?"

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[rogsclogs]

A Kind Of Magic (Roger Taylor x Brian May x Reader); Part 2.

Y’all this is pure filth, please don’t read if you’re under 18. 100% smut and nothing else, part 3 will be pretty much the same.

Enjoy!

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They all got to Brian’s apartment in record time, speeding through traffic like Roger never had before, he couldn’t wait anymore and Y/N looked hot as hell in his backseat (admittedly he’d taken his eyes off the road to look at her a couple of times).

Brian had his lips on Y/N’s before they even closed the bedroom door, astrophysics books were scattered all over the floor and she almost fell over a bunch of times, her heels and the alcohol in her system not helping her keep her balance.

“Leave some for me too, Bri.” Roger was getting increasingly impatient with the lack of physical contact, especially considering his two friends had not taken their hands off each other the entire drive there and he’d had enough.

“I’m sorry Rog, I’ll make it up to you, I promise” Y/N purred into his ear as she detached herself from Brian and wrapped her arms around Roger’s neck, grinding on him and finally giving him some of the friction he craved so badly. 

“You better, baby girl” he said back to her as he pressed a deep and harsh kiss on her lips. Meanwhile, Brian had taken off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, and while his two friends made out, he took Roger’s jacket off his shoulders and did the same with Y/N blouse, not wanting to waste any time.

“Someone’s a bit eager, aren't they?” Roger couldn’t believe he had agreed to having sex with a girl and one of his best mates, he’d had naughty thoughts about Brian before, but he was sure he’d never actually get to experience his soft, intimate touch in real life, and he’d always kept his fantasies to himself. He couldn't wait to have a taste of both of them, and his whole body was on fire, causing his erection to become more and more prominent through his leather pants. 

Y/N took notice of the discomfort in his lower region and immediately dropped on her knees, sliding the sticky material of his pants down his skinny legs, realizing he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Roger, you naughty boy, going commando in leather pants?” She had a mischievous smile on her face, not even trying to hide how pleased she was at his choice and at his impressive dick size. Not that she’d doubted that before.

“What can I say, I was hoping I’d get lucky maybe” that was all she allowed him to say before she spit some saliva on the tip of his dick and took it in her mouth as deep as she could, causing him to groan from the pleasure. 

She pressed her tongue flat on his shaft and bobbed her head slowly, to make sure he could feel her mouth around him inch by inch.

“Fuck, I’m already about to come, I feel like a fucking fourteen year old virgin, you’re so good Y/N” he said as he threw his head back and ran his fingers through his long blond hair.

Brian took advantage of the situation, sliding his own pants and underwear down his legs and tossing them somewhere in his room, then attaching his lips to Roger’s, caressing his soft face with his rough and callous hands. He’d had wet dreams about a similar scenario months before, and he wanted to bring every fantasy of his to life.

Roger intertwined Brian’s fingers with his own and took his other hand away from Y/N’s hair to place it on Brian’s semi erected dick, pumping him with slow and sensual moves. He'd never had experiences with Brian before, but he remembered talking to him about some of his sexual adventures and Brian confessing to him that although he was into rough sex, he loved the slow and passionate act of making love. Roger had laughed at him back then, calling him a bunch of names and whatnot, but he had to admit that he found it kinda hot now, and he was ready to take it slow with him.

Brian was over the moon about the way Roger’s hand felt on him and he wasn’t sure how things would be between the two of them after the night was over, he probably wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes anymore, but he tried not to think about it too much.

After a minute he felt himself getting too close to his orgasm for his liking considering they had only just begun.

“Stop it Rog, I don't wanna come yet” at his words Y/N stood up from the floor, cleaning her mouth and face with her and taking the rest of her clothes off, except for her panties. She wanted her two gentlemen tear them off her body.

She walked over to Brian’s bed and threw away all the shit that was on it, including various books and leftover food from god knows how long ago, then she laid on it. She started teasing herself, rubbing her hands all over her soaking underwear then pushing them aside to run a finger along her folds and the sight drove the two men insane. 

“Do you have a spare condom I can borrow, Rog?”

“You can always rely on me for that, Bri” all three of them laughed at his words as he went to remove a bunch of condoms from his wallet, passing one to Brian and keeping a couple for himself.

“We might need more than one for tonight” he said while looking straight into Y/N’s eyes and stretching the sticky material on his length, Brian doing the same. The two boys looked so gorgeous to Y/N, they were standing there in all their glory and she thought she would come just by looking at them touching themselves.

Roger was quicker than Brian at putting condoms on, it almost came natural to him, so he took advantage of the few seconds he had to himself and quickly hovered over Y/N on the bed. She looked stunning like that, naked and ready to take him, all he wanted to do was please her over and over.

She spread her legs for Roger while Brian kneeled on the mattress beside her head, pumping his dick and watching their friends interact.

“What do you want baby?” Roger’s voice had dropped at least an octave from his usual bright tone and the slight roughness of it turned Y/N on even more.

“I want you to use your mouth on me, please Roger” he didn’t even let her finish before he tore her panties to shreds and attacked her clit with his rough tongue. She wasn’t even phased about her panties and let out a very loud moan, probably waking up the whole apartment complex, then opened her eyes again trying to fight against the pleasure coming from her lower abdomen to take Brian’s cock in her mouth, wrapping a hand around what she couldn't fit down her throat.

Brian tugged at her hair with his right hand and kneaded her breasts with his left one, paying attention to her nipple area and slightly scratching it with his nails, making sure he left marks.

Meanwhile, Roger was still eating her out like a starved man, brushing his nose on her clit every time his tongue parted her folds and driving her absolutely wild. She knew about his reputation about how skilled he was in bed, Tim had talked to her about it a couple of times, and she could finally understand what the fuss was all about, the boy definitely knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing women. She tried not to let it distract her too much from pleasuring Brian with her mouth and she allowed herself to moan on him every time Roger hit a soft spot inside her, knowing the vibrations of her voice would only make the experience even more pleasurable for Brian.

“Are you ready, baby?” Roger let his tongue take a break to talk to Y/N but slid a couple of fingers inside her to compensate, feeling her tight and soft walls around his fingertips, making him want to waste no time taking her.

“Yes, please take my body and do whatever you want” she was talking to both Brian and Roger, letting them know she was okay with whatever they wanted to try and they didn't need to worry about it.

“Is it okay if I go first?” Brian asked Roger, he was getting so impatient and so impatient it was starting to hurt him physically.

The other boy nodded, he was okay with waiting for his turn knowing it would be worth it anyway.

Brian didn't need to be told twice as he grabbed Y/N’s thighs, spread them apart and pushed himself inside her entirely, not giving her a second to adjust and sighing from relief. Her body was thrusted back and forth on her bed as he put all the energy he had in his body into fucking her well, leaving her a moaning, sweaty mess as he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder so he could reach a deeper spot inside her.

“Right there, oh my God Bri, right there” at this point she was seeing stars and she wasn't the only one.

Brian’s hair was sticking to the back of his neck and there was sweat running down his whole torso, and for whatever reason Roger thought that that was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He started to jerk off while staring at his best friend fucking Y/N like that was his only purpose in life, watching his cock pushing into her deeper with each thrust. This was better than any porno magazine he’d ever bought himself, and he wished he would have brought his camera to take a picture of that moment. He was about to come and he could tell, but all he wanted to do was come inside her so he forced himself to stop pleasuring himself and he went back to kissing up Y/N’s neck and torso, leaving love bites on her breasts and collarbones. 

“Is it okay if I take the condom off? I want to come on your beautiful boobs” Brian was almost begging, but he didn't care how desperate he sounded, watching his friend leaving marks on her body had made him want to release all over them.

“Yeah... yeah go ahead” she was barely able to talk at that point, her mind consumed by the infinite amount of pleasure she was experiencing. Brian then quickly pulled out of her and slid the condom off, throwing it away carelessly, then pumped himself a couple of times and spilled his come on her upper body, making sure to force every last drop out of himself.

“Holy shit this is so fucking hot” was all Roger was able to say and as Brian let himself fall on the mattress beside Y/N out of exhaustion, he licked some of the cum off her boobs while maintaining eye contact with him and making him blush profusely.

“Do you want me too, Brian?” He didn't know if he was misinterpreting the flirty side of Brian with something else, but somehow he knew that he wanted to try it too. He was just as curious as Roger was.

“I.. I don't know if I can...” Brian was intrigued by the offer, but also scared that it would hurt and scared that it would inevitably ruin their friendship forever, and he didn't want to lose one of his best mates. 

Roger pumped himself for a bit before pulling Y/N towards himself by her ass and pushing his dick slowly inside of her, trying not to overstimulate her.

“Well, think about it, my offer will still stand in a while”

[hedgewolf-hunters]

Silence is golden

Drake: Hey you guys want to see one of my adventures from last week? Than take a seat and open those ears up cause have i got a story for you.

In the city of Etrinitat on the corner of main and etheral st a two story old-fashioned wooden establishment sits. The sign a top the doors reads, Alpha & Omega, Bar and grill. Inside was a bustling collection of mobians big and small from avians to deep diggers to the deepest underwater divers. A female dark red wolf is behind a bar counter serving older customers liquor drinks and scaring off under age kids. She has two blue stripes under her sea blue eyes and her hair like fur is done in a single massive braid. Shes wearing a sleevless leather jacket with a tank top underneath, dark blue skin tight jeans and spiked boots on her feet.

"Mom im cutting out early today." A maroon colored male wolf with hedgehog quills barely extending from his head says to the female. He has a black stripe going down the only two quills he has and the same matching blue stripes under his glowing amber eyes. The male is in a sleevless parka, black zipper boots, and gloves with a slightly raised bump on the knuckles.

"Yeah and do what my son?" She asks. Turning to him after serving another customer. The boy places down a crystal double tapping it so a hologram of a bounty appears. Its of a raccon with a list of crimes.

"Drake this guy is an sociopath with a hard on for killing hunters and civilians. Not to mention he probably has a following with him." The woman says.

"Mom i know this. Its the reason i took the job in the first place. You know physical attacks either don't connect or do any real damage, not to mention I'm probably one of only two other people in this building who can actually get close to him." Drake says.

"Sky let the boy go. He needs to learn to take care of himself anyway, and he cant do that if you hold him back from jobs or doing them alone." A purple hedgehog says from the door leading to the kitchen. Her eyes are normal amber compared to the boys, her quills done in a ponytail are greying slightly at the tips as they stop just past halfway down the door. She has a single white stripe on top of her head down her middle quill and a black stripe down each of her outer quills. Shes dressed in sports top and short, and hightop shoes with a chef outfit over it all.

"Thank you Aunt Aura. See mom even Auntie thinks i should give at least one solo job a shot. Look if it doesnt turn out to well than i will not ask again to take a solo. But if it does than can you please just let me do my own every now and then?" Drake asks his over protective mother. Sky bites her lip wanting to say no but knowing they both have a point.

"Fine. But if you get into any trouble trigger the flare and your brother will be there to back you up." Sky says locking a braclet around her second sons wrist.

"Will do ma. Alright ill be back in a couple days. He's in the grassland plains. How he hasnt been caught already, besides his psychotic nature, ill be finding out soon enough." Drake says picking up the crystal and running out the door. He kicks into high gear once outside the bar and runs across the city in a minute flat to the west wall gate.

By nightfall Drake has finally escaped the great forest that surrounds his home and the city. He groans stretching.

"Damn i really wish i had dads super speed, but no, it went to Scarlet and Inferna only. Me and Bane gotta push just to keep up and i have to push harder since Bane can clear the forest in minutes thanks to his wings." Drake grumbles to himself as he stretches his sore legs. A orb flies out from his jacket.

"Oh stop complaining. Your compensation for these little differences is me and our shared abilities. After all none of them can use the Astral plane, like i told you to use, to travel nearly instantly." A feminine voice says from the orb.

"I got excited and forgot ok. No need to chew my head off Aster. Besides wheres the adventure in instant travel? If we had we wouldn't had to chase away those pups from the cargo transport and kept supplies running to the city." Drake says to the orb. The feminine voice huffs and returns to his jacket.

"Fine but when this job is done we go home my way. Last thing we need is for you to lose your prey fending off adolescent feral wolves again." Aster says before going silent again. Drake chuckles as he starts running again headed to the city of the plains Primous.

Day break arrives and Drake yawns from his room inside a old fashioned inn. He arrived around midnight in the city and could only find this building to rest in. He stretches getting a few pops in his back from sleeping on the lumpy mattress. He grunts as he gets up off the bed and walks to the sink in the room. He spashes ice cold water in his face and reaches into one of his inner jacket pockets. Seemingly deeper than it looks he pulls out some morning hygiene tools.

Half an hour later Drake heads down to the main floor and walks out waving bye to the shop keep. The town is now bustling with buisness, cars driving by pedestrians walking around and kids heading to schools nearby. Drake smiles as he jumps up onto the roof and takes in a birds eye view of the city. Whistling as the crowded busy streets clog up in the mornng traffic. A few sky scrapers litter the city and a few cathedrals, his targets usual dumping sites. Smirking Drake jumps from the building and lands on the sidewalk, he heads into the deeper parts of town blending in as much as he can.

Three hours later Drake is stopped at the last cathedral in the city.

"The place where it all started. A city inspector came to check on the building and found several dead bodies placed in various forms of worship. The cops caught video footage of the raccoon in question shortly after the bodies were found in other cathedrals. Mobians have been scared of this place ever since and the neighborhood has been evacuated do to that fear." Aster says while Drake stands by the doors.

"And some mobians have come to worship him as a new messiah with the messages he's left with the last seven victims. I wonder why is it than that they cant trace his signal during the 'Prayer' as its been labeled. Someones gotta have a clue to where this loon is." Drake mumbles as he stares at the gothic doorway of the church. He scratches his head as he turns around and bumps into a young female raccoon.

"My bad little lady didnt see you there." Drake says taking a knee to help her up. She shakes her head with a small smile as she takes his hand of help. Drake smells the blood and goes wide eyed for a second before passing out from a needle in his neck. Aster stays silent as Drake passes out.

"See momma I caught the bad man after daddy." The raccoon girl says pulling the needle out and waving at a bush. The female fox that ran the inn Drake slept at walks out.

"Good girl. Now lets get him inside before anyone sees." The fox says grabbing Drake by his feet.

An hour later Drake groans awake strapped to a table with a light glaring down at him. He thinks back to what happened before he fell out. The flash back coming back he sighs and grinds his teeth a little.

"Seems someone is noticing his mistake." Aster says. Drake glares at his jacket quickly and than lays back.

"Cant blame you for that one, i deserved it. Guess the bait was too good for him to pass up." Drake mutters under his breath to Aster. She snorts in reply and Drake feels something hovering over his hands.

"Not yet, let the bait settle a little more. But if you feel like im in trouble...feel free to get dirty." Drake says the sensation leaves his wrist as Aster sighs. Drake whistles a tune from his childhood as he waits for the next half an hour till his target appears. A four foot tall raccon with well built frame wearing a priests robe.

"Hello my little sheep. Glad to see your comfy in your protective bindings." The raccoon says.

"Well you left me on this slab with nothing to get comfy with so i made do." Drake replies.

"Heh you are quite the talkative type arent you little sheep." He says.

"No shit Sherlock, I've been stuck up here for half an hour with nothing to do but whistle an old lullaby." Drake says

"Hmm, do you know why you are here little-"

"Call me little sheep one more time and I'm gonna tear a hole through your windpipe." Drake interrupts the raccoon getting tired of that comendering tone that follows the words.

"Fine than hunter, i assume you are here for my head but it seems you're about to lose yours." The raccoon says dropping the fatherly tone to his true thug accent. He walks towards a table with a bloody cloth over it and powerlines leading out from underneath it.

"You assume I'll lose my head here, but let me ask you, do you know why i didn't tear your daughter in half before the needle touched my skin? Or why I didn't drag your wife out of the bushes when they hid behind me?" Drake asks making the raccoon stop in his tracks. Aster uses the moment to slice the straps lightly, enough that they can be broken with even the slightest move. The raccoon turns around glaring at Drake.

"Dude you think I didnt notice the table setting in the back of the inn? Or that i was being followed from cathedral to cathedral? Not to mention your ladies eyes when she heard me say i was a hunter." Drake says. The raccoon looks confused.

"Than why did you allow yourself to be captured?" He asks walking over to Drake puzzled now.

"Honestly i didnt know you would send your own flesh and blood to capture me, that threw me for a loop for a second. But its just how I hunt by myself. I dont go looking for prey i let them come to me." Drake finishes with a grin freeing his hand and grabbing the raccoon by his robe and tossing him over the table with the power tools. Drake quickly curls into a spin dash to free himself and stands up on the floor. Two gunshots in his direction make him turn towards the firing squad of the wife and child. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Drake summons Aster in physical form. A scythe blade with a gap where its connected to the curved staff, a smaller blade growing out the opposite side. Gold trimm visibly and bulbously formimg a drip down pattern down the staff till it reaches the bottom where the gold turns into a spear point.

Drake spins the scythe around in his hand as he walks towards the two females. Bullets bounce off the scythe like rubber as Drake gets closer to them. Once the ammunition is out Drake stops spinning the scythe and grabs a point on the foxes collar bone that sends her to sleep. He back steps the small Raccoon and slams the wood down across her back before striking her several times with his fingers in specific locations to immobolize her and put her to sleep as well.

"Now that the peanut gallery is take care of, where were we?" Drake asks gibing Aster one final spin before resting her against his shoulder. The male Raccoon has stumbled back on the floor.

"You are some sort of Demon, you must be!" He exclaims. Drake snorts as he grips Aster with both hands.

"Hear that Aster, he thinks we're demons." Drake says. A shimmer from the balde makes the Raccoon back up more.

"Ah if only he could hear me, id havea few choice words for him to show him how demon like we are." Aster says to Drake. Drake grins watching as the man scrambles for a knife. He stops a few feet away from the raccoon whos now on his feet with a serrated blood covered machete. Drake leans one foot forward and one foot back, lowering Aster to hover above the floor he holds her with both hands at the ready to swing. The raccoon charges at Drake like a scared child wildy swinging the machete. Drake waits till hes within two feet of them and swings Aster in an upward arc going right through him, than coming back down in the opposite direction. He side steps as the raccoon passes him still swinging scared. Drake finishes by slicing aster through his neck. All three attacks leave no mark on the raccoon whos confused as he felt the blade go through him all three times.

"Im gonna give you two options now psycho. Come quietly and live out your days in a jail cell nice and comfy. Or." Drake says snapping his fingers. The cuts slowly form where the blade touched, not deep like they should be but enough that they are drawing faint amounts of blood.

"I let your cuts form fully to the point of no return." Drake says making a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat. The raccoon gasps in pain feeling the sensation of the two across his body getting deeper agonizingly slowly.

"Please, just stop the pain! Take me in but stop this torture." He begs. Drake raises a brow and steps over to the writhing raccoon.

"You think this is pain? You think i should show you mercy that you never showed to twenty others? No this isnt pain and suffering, this isnt torture yet little sheep." Drake says makimg the raccoon look up at him for a moment. In that moment drake showed him something few others see unless he wants them too.

"Remember you know nothing of suffering, pain, or torture. I'll take you in but you nore your family will remember the other. Of that i will make sure of." Drake says lifting Aster and slamming the spear point down onto his targets head.

Drake: No i didnt kill the guy. Aster can sever bonds and memories with her spear point. I simply took all threes memories of being together from the point of the killings. The wife thought he had left her and the child and thats the way it will stay while the shit rots his life away in prison now. And quick note from the mun that no more stories this week. He'll have more ready next week but this week he will be focusingnon his other project. If you want to Rp with us we can do that or answer questions. But no stories for the next six days.