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50cal-fullauto-astarion · 3 months

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!OC / 2.1k words

Soap’s always been a little too comfortable playing at violence, always gone-bright when he can turn the threat of it into a promise. Joke’s on the world at large: Special Agent Bordelon’s into that shit.

Or: Soap pulls a knife on a stranger for being a creep, because he’s from the brutal street stabbing capitol of the UK and that’s just how you say “Hi, hey, hello—back the fuck off.” And a million kisses to @lunarvicar for encouraging my bullshit! LOVE YOU NAT 🫶

It is never hard to run with Soap and keep his breakneck pace—the only thing that had been difficult was adjusting to the fact that someone else could finally keep up with hers. It’s a stomach-thrilling shock to look from the corner of her eye, and find the blur of his burly shape there, winking and clicking his tongue without breaking a sweat.

Bordelon is soft for the Scot sook, god forsake the shit out of her.

He’s landed in D.C. on medical leave, a broken collarbone leaving his arm in a sling, and the first thing he’d done—after kissing his way up her neck to the spot behind her ear that made her skin sing and her palms sweat—was sling his good arm around her neck, pulling her in close, and nibbling her earlobe. “Christ, s’it always pishin’ it doon here, too?”

“Naw,” she laughed back, reaching to tangle their fingers together on her chest, his backpack slung over her shoulder, “just October, couillon.”

“Ohh, talk that dirty, fake French to me, mah cherry,” he mock-growled, which just earnt himself a pap! of the palm to his cheek. All play, no sting, and he beamed.

That night burns down to the coals—traipsing back to her apartment, showing off the ugly bruise that bleeds does from his neck to his bottom-rung rib, kissing and touching and figuring out a way to fuck that doesn’t hurt him too-too much.

(The man likes a little ache in it, here and there. Calls dichotomy in that blessed, rock-fall accent. Ratios of sweet to sour, black to white, sun and night. As if he had any more concept of balance and moderation than she.)

He lies across the bed in that silly-ass sling, watching her bitch her smart TV a blue-streak while wearing one of his threadbare navy t-shirts and nothing else. Rubs the spot at the bottom of his sternum, listening to rain slap heavy sheets against the old windows, and says, “Perdita.”

“Don’t you full name me,” she warns, shaking her head, because it is an ill-fitted address. For him, she is Hen, or Perdie, in much the same way he is her Johnny, Jean, or John-boy. A thing you love is all in how you name it, and their names are softened and held close; in the way of lovers who began as friends, once they were strangers no more.

“We’re getting married ‘fore I ship back tae Glasgow,” is how he finishes his thought, and Bordelon turns on her hips, back and forth, vaguely pointing the remote at the screen. He gives her a challenging tooth-sharp smirk. “Thought I should warn you.”

“Mhm. Yeah.” She wonders if she should count this a proposal, or call his bluff, and then she thinks—might as well nail both options to the fuckin’ wall while she’s got the knife. “We go our way onto the courthouse tomorrow. Keep it simple, ça c’est bon?”

International marriage is never that simple, though, and they’re both the wiser to it. But the sentiment is pretty, and it sparks amongst the hard-bought bonfire that lives in the depths of her chest, flames rising and licking to glorify his name. So, they call it an engagement, and Soap pulls a turn-around she doesn’t expect, turning his phone off to pull a shade of night over only the two of their heads.

He’s no family to call, apart from his 141, and even then, there’s a hesitance to his hands. Her man—her bombastic, beautiful bastard—could not stand to be a burden, no. A nightmare that is for him, himself. Even if he were to reach out with the utterly, desolately rare delivery of good news (a phenomenon grown so rare that Neptune would sooner complete circuits around the sun these days), it would make his skin crawl.

Were he to have his way, his burdens would never leave the span of his shoulders to weigh down another’s back, even something as small as what might be an inconveniently timed but otherwise benign or even welcome call.

Come the gray and misting morning, he’s handsy and all-paws, even short a limb, groping for Bordelon as the woman rolls upright on the edge of the bed, pushing her sleep-tangled hair away from her face before it irritates her to death. His hand is warm, callused, and heavy with insistence as it settles into the dip of her violin hip, trying to pull her back into the warm expanse of his hard-packed body.

“Perdie, Hen,” he grunts, tone shading toward playful complaint, “the fuck’re y’doin’ awake?”

“Startin’ off,” she croaks, shaking her head, pushing at his fingers as they crawl closer to her cunt. “Stop that—arrête ça! You’re mangy this morning, T’Jean,” she laughs, pushing more firmly at his grip. “No, get up. Got a friend, knows her way ‘round immigration policy, and she always got an envie for brunch.”

“Brunch?” he questions, flat as buried flounder, falling back into her mountains of mismatched pillows with a dreadful look on that handsome face of his. “Darlin’, am no getting my fat ass outta bed, even for brunch. Feel kinda fruity even sayin’ it.”

“Even for to get us married?” she darts back, turning to look at him, drawing her fingers in circles through the hair on his lower stomach, cooing ridiculously in her rasp-rough drawl, “Even for me.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, throwing baby-dog eyes her way. “I mean, was hopin’ you’d take it serious—cannae tell wi’ your ass—but.” He swallows, one of those corny, I’m-about-to-fuck smiles threatening the corner of his mouth, the one that makes him all coy and keen, looking down at her pale, spidery fingers drifting closer and closer through his thick, dark body hair to his fattening cock. “Wouldn’t you rather stay in bed? Cold morning like this, I could keep you warm.”

She just barely brushes her fingers over his cock before she’s snap-sliding out of bed, copperhead quick, tossing over her shoulder, “Nope! Already sent an email, she knows we on the schedule,” on her way to the shower.

Soap drops back against the bed, rubbing his stubbled face, grunting, “Bordelon, you arsehole.”

But he can’t withstand the siren call of watching her in the shower, so, ever-faithful and ever-horned up, he follows after.

D.C. is about as filthied up with the sorrows of addiction and homelessness as any other place, Bordelon supposes. Can’t tell if it’s better or worse than any of the time she spent down New Orleans or Baton Rouge way. Colder, mostly. But it’s not all the time you need to know about the homeless or the drug addicts—keepin’ eyes on them, keepin’ them in your ears, at least at the sides.

Sometimes, it’s the fella in the khakis, with a puffer jacket and prescription glasses, his behaviors making his Rolex look cheap shit.

Bordelon and Soap slide last into the car before the doors pull shut, close to standing-room early in Crystal City as lunch hour approaches. All the suits are out their offices, scrounging for edibles, droning loud and monotone on their cells. Whole car is damp and humid from the downpour, human body heat causing an intense mugginess that crawls under the clothes to irritate the skin. It’s damn near enough to make Bordelon’s head spin, neck uncomfortable with sweat the way it was all them years down deep, deep in the south.

“No, sit doon,” Soap says, flapping the good arm great and wide, trying to get her to pop a squat on the only empty seat left, shaking his head. “Dinnae try bossin’ me, talkin’ wi’ that spooky-arse agency voice. Want away from you a minute.”

He dresses up chivalry as dismissal, and she can’t help but grin, even as she dawdles on sitting.

“What? You don’t like how Tiffany sounds? I swear, she’s perfectly nice. And outstanding in her field. She’s an accomplished agent, and her superiors are recommending her for a promotion,” she says, in that self-same agency voice of which he’d complained—rich and clear, dialect: nonregional, speech pattern: nondescript.

“Oof, fuckin’ hate that, stop,” he snorts, faking a shiver, but he does complain, “Hey, what? Where you goin’?” when she actually does move to sit down, tugging her up by the collar of her shirt just a bit to pop a grinning kiss against her mouth.

She doesn’t realize, at least not right away, that the tug at her collar disrupted her shirt. Just enough to make a few buttons slip, exposing more of her right tit under her open coat. Wore a thin top today, loose, but figured the dark fabric would hide any transparency. Hated tight clothes, hated bras, and never wore one; just figured her rack had spent thirty-three years being nothing to comment on.

Well. More than half a tit exposed was enough to catch the attention of the man who cheapens his Rolex by being the one to wear it.

Soap likes strange things because he, himself, is a strange thing, and Bordelon had thought to take him the two hours north to Philly to hit the Mütter Museum to see their medical abnormalities, because once their brunch is out, they’ll have an entire day to themselves. She’s busy showing him pictures, enticing him, when the woman next to her taps her thigh.

Like an alarm hollerin’ in her head, she starts running two tracks instant-like, leaning without looking as she whispers, “Yeah, chere?”

The woman is older, in maroon scrubs—some kinda tech, smell of jelly on her says maybe ultrasound—and nonslip clogs. Can’t quite see her name badge, but that seems on purpose, covered up by her fleece.

“That man over there—he’s takin’ pictures of you,” she whispers back, straightening her jacket needlessly as a hint, “just wanted you to know. Maybe tell your man?”

“Oh, no,” Bordelon hums, smoothly pulling her shirt back into place, “I tell him, he gonna light that stupid bastard up like a candle.”

“Who’s lightin’ me up like a candle?” Soap stage-whispers, all play, and Bordelon knows exactly how the next ten seconds are gonna go, and it plays out picture perfect to her premonition. Bordelon tells him don’t worry, I got it, the Good Samaritan in maroon scrubs informs him of the creep, and the smile on Soap’s face turns into a flesh-ripper grin as all the fun burns outta his gaze like a gas fire in a hyperbaric chamber.

“Oh?”

“MacTavish,” she warns him, “wait til the stop.”

“Naw, naw, naw. I’ll play nice, Hen.” That means, sure as shit, he won’t.

The switch knife he takes out his back pocket is deadly smooth, and so is his broad step to the stranger and his budget, Amazon-bought phone case, pushing straight into his man-spread legs.

The fact there isn’t an immediate uproar, but the man’s face is blanched and staring up at him with a shitload of oh fuck on his face speaks to Soap’s own scary-ass career, and Bordelon can barely see the tip of the knife pressing into the spot just below the stranger’s ribs.

“Hey, pal, mornin’,” Soap says, bright and easy as anything, voice not droppin’ even a note, head tilted real friendly. “Do me a favor, eh? Just drop your phone next t’my boot, yeah? We’ll just get this little creeper session done and dusted.”

Can’t even hear the clunk when it slides out of the man’s limp hand, and it’s even quieter when the heel of Soap’s boot shifts over to destroy the screen, grinding it to dust.

“Good man,” he says, pulling the knife back to close it and slide it into his sling. “Next stop, you’re off. But you’re gonna leave your phone on the floor. Hope you dinnae eat shet on the way home to your ol’ lady.”

Bordelon resists the urge to slap a hand over her face, but when Soap kicks the phone back to her, she catches it under the toe of her boot, catching the expression of the tech to her side, unsurprised but impressed. Must have herself a man like Soap, waiting for her to make it home.

“Sorry ‘bout the screen, Perdie. Think you can get in there and delete his shet still?” Soap asks, tone a bottom lip pout, and Bordelon nods, tucking her fingers into the back of his belt before snaking them up under his shirt, swirling her fingertips into his back dimples.

“Hah. You know it, Johnny,” she hums, looking up at him from under her lashes. It’s a tenderness, sweet and true, taking up space between her lungs. Mad bastard. Crazy motherfucker. Loony bitch. When he looks back at her, he curls his fingers under her jaw, looking relieved. Poor thing knows hit dog hollers, and he long ago stopped yelping when he was struck. He’s looking to be told he didn’t do something bad. But she finds his pace, she always does. Of course, she did.

But that goes beggin’ the question: what’s a hellhole-heart like her supposed to do with a love like this?

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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years

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I Love All Of You

Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Summary : Requested by the Lovely @areynobodytoo

“Bucky being insecure in the beginning of the relationship because of his metal arm. Thinking the reader will not like it becuse of the scares and everything”

Word Count: 869

A/N: IM IN LOVE WITH THIS PROMPT!! I hope you like the way i wrote it! :)

NOT MY GIF! Creds to @capsgrantrogers

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

You knew Bucky had insecurities. You knew what he had been through and what he had overcome, however there was still so much trauma and unspoken emotions that affected him. One of the biggest insecurities was his arm.

He hated the scar tissue, the consistent shoulder pain, always having to be cautious when out in public, coving up his arm and wearing gloves. He even feared losing his flesh arm. Overall Bucky let his insecurities consume him, he was just tired of all of it; he hated his arm.

His insecurities only grew worse as he started a relationship with you. Before everything happened, Bucky was a charming ladies man in the 40s.

He was an archaic confident man and extremely kind and respectful. Since HYDRA, he lost his charming way and it was replaced with terror, anxiety, loathing and remoresful for his victims.

When he met you it felt like his whole world had turned upside down.

He stopped his previous movements of kissing you and his face went stocked at what you had just confessed.

“ Jamie? ” You said softly, getting off his lap to sit next to him waiting for a response.

Blinking his eyes he locked his gaze with your eyes as his own began to water a little.

“Do you really mean it? ” he asked after a couple of seconds of silence had passed.

You nodded your head and reached out for his right hand to hold

“ I mean it bucky, I love you” you lift your eyes to see his face was now deadpanned that caused you to feel humiliated.

“Ohh god, I ruined everything didn't I? ” You let go of his hand, silence filled the room once again before Alpine meowed and it took you out of your thoughts.

“ I should leave” you were about to get up when Bucky out of impulse gently grabbed your arm with his mental one.

You both looked at each other before you looked down and the connection.

That was the first time he had ever used his arm to touch you in the short 4 months you have been dating.

“ Shit! I'm sorry!” he quickly released your arm, his face went flushed, his eyes filled with terror. His breathing began to hitch.

“ Bucky, breathe, follow my breaths” you sat back down.

You held his face in your hands and wiped the tears that were falling. “ There you go breathe in ….. And out ….. In …. Out” His breathing began even out, once he was finally calmed he looked at you.

“ Talk to me bucky what is going on in that pretty head of yours” your hands still remained on his face.

He took a deep breath before he spoke. “ i - i- Damn it! I love you y/n!, I love you too I really do but” he looked at your face as it showed an appealing expression.

“ How can you love me when i have this?” he points to his arm before speaking again. “ And so much damage!, how can you even love someone so evil like me when I can't even learn to love nor forgive myself for the things I have done?” tears began to fall from his sadden eyes

You pulled him into your chest and wrapped your arms around him, he did the same as he let out his emotions. You just kissed his head and rocked him softly back and forth.

Minutes passed until he pulled back and he wiped his eyes.

“ Can I remove this…. Please?” you gesture to his red henley he was wearing. He was hesitant but he nodded in agreement. You slowly pull it off of him.

This was the first time you saw a bucky bare, in the 4 months you two had been dating nothing ever escalated passed kisses and heated makeout sessions.

So the fact he trusted you to see him like this, Vulnerable, Scared and frightened; made your heart melt.

You see the aftermath the scars left from where he got his new vibranium arm put on.

“ Oh James” your voice was soft filled with nothing but admiration which he did not expected.

“ You're not sacred? Or disgusted?” he asked in a mink voice.

You shook your head.

“ Can I touch it?” his eyes looked brooding, nothingless he nodded and shifted his shoulder more towards you.

You gently ran your fingers over the gold and black plates before you traced over the scar tissue and the little scares that surrounded it.

Your touch sent a shiver down his spine which didn’t go unnoticed by you. You then gently place your lips on the scares giving feather light kisses on each one.

You kiss up his neck, to the shell of his ear, across his jawline. You then whisper in a soft voice.

“ You're so beautiful, Bukcy, I love all of you” you leaned in and kissed his soft piller lips.

When you finally pulled away from him, his expression was wide-eyed at your action.

He had never felt what he was feeling right now in this moment with you. He couldn't describe the ecstasy feeling you gave him. There was no judgment from you and he could tell you were telling the truth with how genuine your voice sounded.

When he looked into your eyes, they were filled with nothing but that same admiration now mixed with desire and lust. The amount of softness, patice and care you were showing him right now made him fall even more in love with you.

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msbarrybeeson · 2 years

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Before You Go - P.3 | Future Leonardo X Reader

A/N: I am conflicted over using gender-neutral terms to replace “Mama,” because I haven’t found a single one that holds the same vibe as the initial. If there are any suggestions, let me know! Remember that constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Summary: You’re both adopting-parents of Casey. Leonardo returned from a patrol to find his family surrounding Casey, about to say his first words.

Reader: Gender-neutral pronouns are used, except the terms “Mama” and “mother-figure are used as well. Second POV.

Pairing: Rise! Future! Leonardo X Reader

Warning(s): Insecure of one’s parenting.

Word Count: ~1980

Parts: One / Two / Three / Four / Five / ...

“No way, is Casey saying his first words?” Michelangelo gasped. He was followed by his older brother, coming back from an area patrol together.

That question stopped Leo in his tracks. "H-Hold on, really?"

In front of him, April and his brothers surrounded you, while you sat 2-year-old Casey on your stronger arm. He glanced around curiously at the small crowd, but paid no mind as he played with your hair.

"Bwuah.. bah." Sounds bubbling from his mouth. You smiled. "I have a good feeling, Mikey."

Leo stared from afar.

..It had been so long since he felt this kind of warmth. All the smiles on his family’s faces were enough to give nostalgia.. back to when life was relatively.. normal.

"What'cha doing, standing over there!" April called out, waving her arm up. "This is a moment of a lifetime! Don't tell me you're backing out of being a parent." Donnie snickered from hearing her teases.

Leo shook his head. Then, he rolled his eyes. "Hey hey, c'mon, don't put me down like that, April. I'm not some deadbeat guy."

Being the Doctor Feelings he once proclaimed, Mikey held his hands to his chest. A bubbly smile grew. "Ohh! I’m getting it now: Lee’s having his inner, emotional, father-moment!"

And of course, a dark blush appeared on his face, embarrassed he was figured out so easily. Granted, he was talking about his own brother and Doctor Feelings. "Yeah yeah, whatever you say, little brother," he huffed. "Let's not tease me right now, guys. I just got back from a patrol with the others."

Leo strolled closer to you from behind, head leaning on your shoulder. "So.. what’s he’s saying?"

"Yet to find out." You slowly rocked your body back and forth.

“Y’know,” April wondered, “I’ve been thinking: aren’t kids supposed to start talking before they turn two?”

You and Leo felt yourselves freezing at the realization. Supposed to? But what about Casey? Did this imply that you two hadn’t done enough?

Fortunately, Donatello noticed your unease.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, “I mean, we are living in an underground base during an alien invasion. I doubt any of us would own time to cater to a human child full-time.” Donnie raised his “eyebrows” once, giving the message to April.

“Yeah yeah, that makes sense.”

"..Moving on...

Allow me to make a guess: he’ll begin by praising my name and intellect with, 'I love you Donatello Von Ryan and you're the greatest being this universe has to offer,'" Donnie claimed right from his heart and ego.

"God dang, Donnie, I swear," Raph murmured, "if this kid grows up to praise you like some sort of egotistical saint—."

"Scoffs! That could mean one thing for sure, Raphael: Casey will grow to be one of the most intelligent children, taught under by yours truly."

April put her hand on her hip. "Huh. Not gonna lie, I still can't believe Cassandra would name him after herself."

"Doesn't sound far from her, really," you chuckled. "In fact.. I'd be surprised if she managed to make a whole different one."

"Bah.. boo mah.."

"Ooh, ooh!" Mikey leaned his head closer to Casey. "He's going to say something!"

"Putting my bets on 'Mama!'" April raised her hand. Donnie, on the other hand, rolled his eyes and feigned, "Wow! That is so original. Yawn."

"Uh, excuse you." Leonardo looked offended. "Where's the amor for the father-figure?"

You deadpanned. “Since when have we established the ‘Mama’ label?”

"Ever since Leo kept calling himself ‘Papa,’” April chirped. “Sorry, Leo, being the mother-figure, (Name) comes before you."

"Hm. Raph’s gotta agree."

"Seriously? Even my own brother!?"

"No worries, Lee, I got you!" Mikey leeched onto him.

Donnie coughed. “Continuing to believe he’ll say my name.”

Your eye twitched. “Hey, don’t be disappointed if he says a whole ‘nother word, you guys.” The baby laughed, his giggles drawing the attention of everyone from their debate.

"Luh..," he blubbered, "ooo."

“...”

"Oh my gosh!" Mikey tightened his grip onto Leo. It was slowly making him struggle to breathe. "Did you hear—? Are you guys thinking—? I think he just said, 'Love youu!'"

"Sorry to break your bubble, but I'm pretty sure they're random syllables, Michael."

"Don't be so pessimistic! We should be happy! Casey’s finally said his first words to us, and they’re ones of love!" "Ew."

Mikey smacked Donnie.

"..Next word has gotta be 'Mama.'" April crossed her arms.

"Uh, I think you mean 'Papa.'"

You sweat-dropped. “I don’t think the debate’s necessary, guys.”

“Leave 'em,” Raph laughed, grabbing your attention. “This is probably one of the only times we’ll ever have our good moments together.” You smiled, watching Mikey and Donnie getting into a passive-aggressive argument themselves. “How’re you and Leo doing with the kid?” Raph asked, inching his giant finger closer to Casey, who proceeded to chew on it.

“The good thing is.. taking care of him is starting come naturally.. and Leo’s still taking my advice to get some rest before we switch roles.”

Raph found you delaying in your response.

“But. I’m guessing there’s one somewhere.”

“Agh.. It’s just.. Leo seems to be doubting himself again. I was hoping for a chance to talk to him, but maybe.. this time isn’t the right time to do so.”

The snapping turtle moved his hand to your shoulder. “No worries, (Name).” His thumb gently rubbing your nape. “Leave it to me this time.”

“..Okay.”

"Oooh, don't you dare start with me, Leo,” she warned. “It's 'Mama.'"

"'Papa.'"

"'Mama.' Guess you don’t love your lover enough."

“Woah woah, hey!” Leo gasped. Flabbergasted from how April spat that out out of nowhere. "Are you being a mis.. misogynist!?"

“‘Misandrist,’” Donnie corrected.

"'Mama.'"

"Mah-mah!"

“...”

Everyone’s eyes flickered over to Casey, face beaming in the dim cavern.

Out of the stunned group, metallic arms rose from Donnie’s battleshell and tore up a sheet of paper apart. You had no idea where did that come from. "Sigh. Of course, my dreams of raising a follower is demolished once again. Back to the drawing board with my robotic—."

"AWW, he said, ‘Mama!'" The box turtle leaped.

"Woo! Raph and I call for the air-conditioned room privileges!" April cheered, high-fiving the snapping turtle, who grinned. “We called it!”

“Mahmah!”

“Yes, Casey. It’s me.” An upward quirk of your lips and you snuggled your nose with his. “Mama is here.” The toddler squealed.

It was this moment that none of you failed to see how Leo’s so-called smile falter. A distant look in his eyes as he came to lower his gaze.

Raph nodded towards you and April. The both of you returned it, heading into one of the tunnels in silence.

That left the brothers.

It wasn’t until Leo finally tilted his head up that he registered the quietness and lack of your presence. He groaned. “Guys, c’mon. I know what you’re doing, and I don’t need another talk right now.”

“Leo,” Mikey reassured. “It’s okay to talk about your feelings with us, y’know. We’re your brothers! Your family! And family supports each other.”

“Besides,” Donnie crossed his arms, leaving one of his metallic arms to comfort his brother’s back, “it’s about time you quit ruining the mood whenever Casey is brought up.”

Raph hummed. “You’re thinkin’ too much on it, Leo. You know whatever the kid says don’t make you any less of a parent.”

Leo huffed. “I know, I know.”

“Uh huh.” Donnie scoffed. “If you really know that that’s the case, then what’s the actual problem?”

“Nothing.”

“We know it’s not ‘nothing.’”

“...”

“Okay, we can do this then.” Mikey held his brother’s shoulders. The Doctor Feelings side revealing. “I’ll ask the questions you answer by nodding ‘yes’ or ‘no.’

Is it about Casey?” Leo nodded ‘yes.’

“Okay.. Is it about his first words?” He shook his head ‘no.’

Mikey held his chin, pondering. “Is there a specific issue?” Once again, Leo shook his head. The box turtle figured it must be a general conflict. You told him not long ago that his brother was being reserved as of late. You often confided in him your troubles.

“Is this also about (Name)?”

He nodded.

“Is this also about the Kraang?”

..He nodded. This time, Leo proceeded to respond. “Nothing’s the same ever since they invaded.”

“Of course—.” Raph eyed Donnie.

“We could’ve had a normal life. We all could’ve gone for ice cream, jumping to a pool, see snow again.. But look what came to us instead.” A bitter tone. “This isn’t the life I wanted for all of us. This isn’t the life that Casey and (Name) deserves. I-I can’t accept it.

It doesn’t help to think back on their and Cassandra’s words.”

“What do you mean?”

Leo narrowed his eyes. “Cassandra told me (Name) wanted a kid. (Name) told me they couldn’t risk taking care of one in this fucked up place.”

“And they have Casey—.”

“But I know they’d be happier if things were different.”

“Oh? You mean if (Name) doesn’t have fertility issues?”

All eyes on Donnie. “..Huh?”

“Hey!” Mikey exclaimed. “How’d you know that? I thought I’m the one with secrets.”

“Well, Michael, being forced to stick down here and manage weaponry and defenses means keeping track of everyone’s biological systems.”

“..You.. kept trackers on us?”

“Correction: in you. Do I have to remind you that I’m the reason you all managed to survive this long?”

“Ah..” Raph was stunned. “Ah, uh, moving on..

Yeah, we would be happier if we didn’t have the Kraang up on our asses. But even then, this is our reality now.

We can’t go back.

And sometimes, your best option is to deal with it and make the most out of what you have. You got that?”

Leo’s breath hitched. He glanced upon reassuring smiles on his brothers’ faces (much less of a smile on Donnie’s, but the aura was there).

“You may be the leader, Leo, but I’m still your older brother,” Raph spoke softly.

A sigh left the red-eared turtle, and he pulled them all into a tight embrace. “Thanks hermanos.”

"Lee-oh," you pronounced slowly, leaning close to Casey. You hadn’t noticed your leader in blue lingering next to the cavern entrance. You always managed to forget that Donnie built an entire underground system for water and air. Yet, your resources weren’t enough to make decent rooms.

The baby blinked and giggled. "Eeee.."

You wiggled his arms. "Lee-oh."

"Ohh.."

Leo couldn't hold back the wide grin on his face. His heart melted. “I always knew you love me, (Name)," he spoke up.

"God, Leo! You scared me!” you cursed, holding Casey back in the comfort of your arms. "..How are you feeling?”

“Comforted.. thanks to my brothers.”

Once he walked closer to your side, you leaned up to kiss him. “For you to know you’re making a great father-figure. And that you have nothing to worry for about me or Casey.”

Leo blinked and blinked.

Then, being shy, he hid his growing blush behind his blue scarf.

It was one you made for his birthday five years ago from a ball of yarn that Todd found, rummaging through wrecked shops. Even after that much time, Leo still became flustered around you.

“Bah.. lo...”

His left arm wrapped around your waist. “I’m glad to have you here, (Name).” You leaned into his plastron. “The same goes for you, Leo.”

“Ee.. oh.”

“Mhm—. Hold on.” The red-eared turtle sat upright. “Did he—?”

“Ee.. oh!” Casey sounded. Lacked a consonant, but the idea was there.

You chuckled, seeing your boyfriend’s wide-eyed reaction. “He said my name!” he cheered, pulling the toddler from your arms to hold him up. “Leo,” he said.

“Ee-oh!”

“If you were worried about him not saying ‘Papa,’ I’m sure it’s only because April kept repeating ‘Mama’ back there,” you concluded. “Not sure if I’m completely comfortable with the whole label thing.”

“Being called ‘Mama?’”

“Hm.. If I ever feel like changing that up, I can wait until Casey’s a bit older to comprehend better.”

“Ohoho~.” Leo grinned, bringing the baby closer. “Say, ‘Papa.’”

“Ah..”

“‘Papa.’“

“Pa.. wah...”

“‘Papa.’”

“Papah!”

#rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #rottmnt leo x reader #rottmnt leo #rottmnt raph #rottmnt april #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt casey jones #rise of the tmnt #rise of teenage mutant ninja turtles #reader insert #reader imagine #fanfiction #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt

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starchildren220 · 1 month

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I'll Miss You

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my ao3

my wattpad

masterlist

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song!fic, Sparks by Coldplay

you met Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack on a hunt. Bonding with Jack quickly the two of you became inseparable.

this was a quick wrote story so if there’s any mistake pls ignore them, short sorry :’(

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It had been a couple months since you met Jack and you almost never left his side. You stayed at the bunker with the Winchesters cause no matter what you always found a way in, they were 100% sure it was Jack letting you in but Jack was happy so they didn’t say anything.

Most nights you and Jack cuddled in his room, it was like having a sleepover every night, you watched movies, ate popcorn, talked. It was the best thing you could ever ask for.

It’s one of the talking nights, you had your head leaning on his shoulder, sitting next to him, you had your legs thrown across his lap and he held onto your outer thigh. The two of you were talking about what they would be doing without each other.

“I would probably die first.” You confessed your thought to him. He pulled his head back looking at you with furrowed brows.

“Why would you think that?” He asked you.

“Because you’re a powerful nephillim Jack, I’m a weak human. I’ve thought this for a while cause I’m worried about what will happen to you when I die.”

(But I promise you this)

“Hey,” He held your cheek in his hand, turning you to face him. “Let me promise you something.”

(I'll always look out for you)

“I will always be there to protect you okay? No matter where I am or where you are.” He smiled at you sweetly. A tear ran down your face collecting against his hand, then another on the other side, then another, until your face was covered is tear markings.

(Yeah, that's what I'll do)

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I promise.” He repeated his words. You smile back at him eyes blurry from crying. Slowly, to give him enough time to pull back, you hold his cheek and pull him into a kiss. He was shocked at first before melting into your lips.

The two of you pulled back and rested your foreheads together. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too.”

(I say, ‘Ohh’)

Jack was dead. With a snap of Chucks fingers Jacks life was drained out of him. Chuck had declared the end and it turned dark. You had Jacks upper body laying on your thighs. Tears streamed down your face.

“Jack no, you said you’d protect me.” You sobbed incoherently, babbling the words over and over again, rocking back and forth.

(I say, ‘Ohh’)

Jack had Gods powers now and he was leaving you again, it hurt so much.

“Jack please, don’t go. I can’t loose you again.” Tears rolled down each cheek, dampening Jacks coat as you clutched onto him.

“I’m not leaving, I’m everywhere.” He tried to console you but it wasn’t working.

“I have to leave, I cannot become like Chuck I gotta stay hand off. Please understand.” You held your face in both of his hands. “I love you so much, so, so much. But this is something I have to do.” He pulled you into one final kiss.

“I love you too.” With that he turned around and started walking away, slowly dissipating into nothing. Sam pulled you into a large bear hug, rubbing your back just letting you cry it out.

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#supernatural #jack kline #reader #jack kline x reader #agnst

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backpocketkazoo · 2 years

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🌼Honeybee [Cagney Carnation x Reader]🌼

[Summary: When your absent father comes back from the casino in crippling debt it is up to you, his adult child to dig him out of his own grave. Seriously, screw him.]

[Word count: 1,587]

[angst w/ a happy ending; hurt/comfort]

Story can also be found here on Ao3.

Context: (Y/n) is a journalist, writing their own newspaper rather than continuing the family fishing business. It's finally starting to kick off then ding dong! Guess who's back and ready to make their life a living hell!] i wrote this so long ago but every time i read it i go insane

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It was an oven even at 8 in the morning, even with the sea's salty breeze leaving kisses on my cheeks, even with being drenched in sweat. I'm so greasy I'm surprised I haven't started frying yet. I collapsed in my pathetic, wooden rowboat; groaning in exasperation. The waves gently rock my boat, almost pitying me. "God, why me of all people have to end up like this? What exactly have I done to deserve this? Being born?", I scoffed and closed my eyes; head resting on my folded arms.

My semi-peacefulness was interrupted by the voice I least wanted to hear.

"(Y/N)!! I'm back!! You best not've slacked off!", my dad yells from back on shore. I groaned and called back, then heard loud slam of the front door. I sigh and roll my eyes. I sat back up and grab the sun-bleached wooden oars. I held onto them tight enough to make my knuckles turn white. With that I hauled me and the fish back to the pier.

I tied the boat to its post and struggled as I heaved the fishing net (fish and all) onto the pier. I put a foot onto the dock as extra leverage. Geez, who woulda thought fish would weigh so damn much? I dropped the net onto a tarp I previously sat out, and finally climbed onto the dock myself. I wobbled about on my two feet, not used to the stability of land.

Once regaining my land legs, I tug on the end of the tarp, dragging it to the fishes's final resting place. I lead them to a large metal tub, it had been sitting out in the sun. It was probably hot enough to fry an egg, let alone a fish.

I dumped the fish into the tub and watched as they pathetically flopped about. I shivered and the stench alone was enough to make me gag. I sigh and wipe my sweaty brow with the back of my hand. God, glad that's over with.

I'm still immensely pissed that I have to pay off my father's debt. I have to fish to pay it off at that. AND I haven't been associated with the bastard since he left! Then whenever his irresponsible ass gets into trouble he comes crawling back and forces me to do his dirty work! And why am I complying??

I guess I'm scared.

What if he takes the house back?

What will happen after that? Where will I go?? I shakily sigh, anxiety curdling in my stomach like spoiled milk. I stroll over to my little garden, it wasn't much but I loved it. I put my whole heart into making sure each leaf, each petal, didn't go untended to. I squatted down closer to the flower's height. "Just when things were starting to get good, lil buddy."

"(Y/n)..?" My head snapped and I jolted at the voice, partially fearing it was my deadbeat dad. My racing heart calmed a bit when I saw the familiar face of my friend. I give a weak smile towards Cagney. "What're you doing? I just saw you fishing,, you despise fishing. W-what's goin' on?"

"Ohh—" I scratch the back of my neck, I could feel the sweat get scraped up under my nails. "About thaatt.." I fumbled with my words. "Dear Ol' Dad's back from gambling his life away, and making it his eldest (and only) kin's responsibility...hehrng.."

I could feel the vibe change from perplexity to something more anger filled. I could feel it in the air, see it in his facial expression, and hear it in the tone of his voice. "Is that so..." His voice softens in the next line, "Do you need any help?" Cagney's voice was filled with concern.

"Nah,, it's okay. I just finished anyways. Thank you though, Cagney. It's sweet of you to offer."

The day carried on like it would if my absent father wasn't present. As soon as he got home he passed out on the couch. I would like to also mention how much of a wreck the house had gotten since he came back. Granted I wasn't the most tidy person, but this was outrageous.

I had managed to clean up a bit while he was sleeping because god, I couldn't stand it. Later on, I went back to tending to my garden. It was the typical time I would normally take care of them, and I'm used to the routine. I had almost forgotten how my life was currently in shambles.

Almost.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" I jumped and saw dad pointing towards the silver tub of fish, just beyond yonder.

"T-the fish from today??" What the hell was his damage? I did what he demanded.

"YOU DIDN'T CATCH NEARLY ENOUGH, WHAT? DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS GONNA MAKE ENOUGH TO PAY OFF MY DEBT? DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO LOSE MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL? HUH, (Y/N)?" He interrogated me. He was degrading me, trying to guilt trip me. Playing the victim card, but even the devil himself knew he was god awful at card games.

I stood up. I was pissed.

"And you're acting like I care. You're acting like you haven't been gone for the past SEVEN years of my life. Sorry I don't care about the stupid family business. Sorry YOU screwed over YOUR life. Not mine, YOURS. If you want something done right, do it yourself. It's not my goddamn problem."

"What did ya just say to me?", his voice was low and dangerous. It was arsenic and I was merely foxglove.

"You heard them!", a voice backs me up. My eyes widen and I turn around, almost forgetting how angry I was. I look up and see Cagney looking almost as pissed as I am. Wonder how much he heard.

"And who might YOU be?"

Before I could say anything Cagney spoke, "Cagney Carnation, whatzzittoya?" He growled.

"He's a friend of mine—", I quickly explained. Not that it mattered, neither were paying attention. They were too busy glaring daggers at each other.

"I think this pansy needs to say out of other peoples business, don'tcha think?" I was getting murderous intent from Cagney. I grabbed his hand in attempt to tell him 'don't'. Being honest, it's a bit difficult to actually grab Cagney's hand. Mine was far too small to wrap around his, but it was still effective, methinks.

"I believe the well-being of my friend IS my business. And that you, as a father, should NOT be forcing your adult child to get you out of the grave you dug."

"I believe you should get off my property." I absolutely hated being caught in the middle of this.

"No Drew, you forfeit this place as soon as you were 6 feet under. And I suggest you get off MY property before you start poppin' up daisies."

He tried to retaliate but I didn't let him, "Leave. Now." His blood boiled and he marched up to me. I prepared for the worst. He looked to have hesitated, as he kicked the dirt ground in front of me and hastily left, muttering curses under his breath. The two of us watched him until he was a mere speck.

The adrenaline wore off and my heart dropped to my stomach. The reality hit me like a freight train. "Oh my god." Was all I could squeak out. I was at a loss for words. And like that, hot tears poured from the faucets of my eyes. I fell to my knees, I had never felt so weak before. My silent tears turned into choked sobs. I tightly grip onto my trousers. My head hung low and I violently shook. The raw emotion was too much for my small, restless form to handle. What the fuck had I done?

Cagney instantly panicked. He was never too good at handling other's emotions, let alone his own. Nevertheless, his sunshine needed him. He carefully scooped me up, sweetly shushing me as he did so. "Cmon doll, let's get you inside." He carried me inside and set me on the couch, he grabbed some nearby blankets and wrapped me in them. My sobs were hiccups at this point and I was gasping for air. Cagney grabbed my hand and rubbed it while going through some breathing exercises.

I clung tightly to him, not quite like a moth to a flame. This was sweet and comforting, something I needed. Perhaps a better example would be a bee to a flower. I mean he is a flower after all, maybe I can be his honeybee.

"I hate seeing you upset," he murmured.

"I know this all sucks.. but it'll be okay, especially since I have you, Cagney." My drained eyes were fighting the weight of sleep, but I still look up at Cagney, eyes with a glint of melancholy, and give him a bittersweet smile. "Promise I'll always have you?"

"Promise." Cagney squirmed a bit, not that he didn't mean his words. He meant everything, just as you mean everything to him. But you make him feel things like he hadn't before. You make his stomach flutter at your touch. Your smile. Your laughter. He felt so vulnerable around you. He wasn't sure how you got it, but you stole the key to his heart. His hold on you tightened, and by this point you had succumbed to sweet sleep.

#cagney carnation x reader #hurt/comfort #all the flower references I made making me go crazy /pos/lh

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cassandrajoybellbittner · 3 months

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All It Took Was One Look - Chapter 45b

*Warning Adult Content*

Aiden

Finally Liam and I were alone.

He walked back to me and grabbed my hand.

"You were sexy up there tonight," he husked and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I was?" I asked and he nodded eagerly.

"So sexy, Aiden. I was as hard as a rock watching you tell them all off," he whispered.

He took my hand he held and pressed it to his hard member.

I gasped in shock staring at him in disbelief as he looked down at me in desire.

We weren't even an inch apart as he made me feel him up.

"Touch me," he growled in my ear letting go of my hand.

I stayed where he put me and I accepted his assault of my mouth and squeezed him lightly.

His tongue traced my bottom lips and I gave him access letting him slip his tongue in my waiting mouth and I moan in delight.

We were having the most sensual battle a kiss could ever bring.

I brought my hand up to the waistband of his jean and slipped it in.

He sucked in a breath as I grabbed him to me and quickly he pulled away from me.

I looked up at him confused.

"Come on... let's take this to the bedroom."

I was so consumed with lust I forgot all about the sensitive noses all around us and nodded in agreement.

He lifted me up and ran up the stairs.

When we got to his room, he threw me on the bed in haste.

We laughed while we discarded our clothes clumsily at the same time.

Once he was naked I was just kicking my pants off.

I ran to him gripping his hair in my hands and smashed his mouth to mine.

He growled as my tongue swept in his mouth.

Suddenly, I was pushed on the bed... I crawled backwards and smiled seductively.

His eyes began to glow with his wolf.

"Here, here... my little wolfy wolf," I taunted him.

An evil smile graced those delicious lips and then he jumped on the bed right on top of me, keeping his weight off me.

I looked up at him and rose up on my elbows a little demanding another kiss.

"Don't hold back, Babe," I whispered against his lips and his yellow eyes stared at me in disbelief.

With a lustful gaze I stared up at him with heavily lids.

Soon I was flipped over on my stomach... I gasped in surprise.

'So we're going doggy style tonight or should I say wolfy style, how exciting.'

He started to trail kisses down my back sending delicious shockwaves down my spine as I arched moaning quietly.

My back was my hot spot and just the feel of his breath against my skin had me harder than ever.

"Hmm."

Liam's hand skimmed up my back until his hand played with the back of my short hair roughly.

His tongue licked up my spine and I bucked against him when I felt him ready at my entrance.

He groaned.

"Hurry," I whined at him... I couldn't take it anymore.

Liam reached over to his dresser and opened a draw pulled out something.

I was too consumed with desire to pay attention.

Again his lips caressed the skin of my back.

"Ahh," I breathed tensing as I squealed when I felt a cold wet sensation at my entrance.

"Shh," Liam cooed and I began to relaxed back on the bed as he started to press against me and slipped in with a little bit of resistance.

I moaned louder matching his groan as he filled me.

He licked between my shoulder blades.

My head fell down on the comforters as he forced me up on my hands and knees.

Then he began to move and I came undone.

He left no space untouched from this position as he hit that ball of nerves from the first thrust.

"Oh God," I cried out and his hands gripped my hips as he thrust harder.

"Aiden," he moaned my name breathlessly and a smile played on my lips he became more aggressive... slamming into me.

I moved back against him since this position made it easier to participate.

It was so hard to stay up on my arms... they were wobbling as he took over and pounded into the heart of my pleasure over and over.

There was no way I was going to last.

Liam's mouth came down on my shoulder licking and nibbling at the mark.

"Ohh," I whimpered riding out his thrust as I came close to my cliff, my pleasure was reaching new heights.

Then he bit me and we plummeted off the cliff together.

Sparks emitted throughout our body as we share the magnificent moment of being one.

Panting we collapsed, Liam fell to the side of me.

I was trying to catch my breath as my body was too tired to move.

My head was turned on the pillow facing him and he smiled, sweat glistening all over his beautiful body.

There could possibly be a round two if he keeps looking all hot and hunky like that.

Leaning over me he kissed me softly.

"Perfect," he whispered pulling me against him and we fell asleep sated and happy.

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im-a-sussy-baka · 3 years

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baby maker

You hear the sound of the front door opening, and

He’s back.

“Baby,” Kisaki calls, “I’m home!” You scrambled to welcome him back, he appeared from around the corner smiling with his outstretched arms gathering you up the minute you were within his reach.

“Hi,” you murmured into his chest, eyes closing to receive a kiss on the lips, a routine he always did upon arriving.

“Hi yourself,” he quips and reluctantly detaches himself from you to shrug off his thick coat from those broad shoulders. Without being asked, you promptly took it from him.

He crinkles his eyes at you gently, and there's a beat of comfortable silence. “Guess what,” he whispered in your ear as if he had a juicy secret he just could not wait to reveal. You grin softly at him. He looks happier than usual - the glint in his eyes was a dead giveaway. You gesture expectantly, spurring him to go on.

“I got the doc’s approval so don’t worry about anything,” he said simply as if merely discussing the weather. You didn't have to guess what he meant or what he was suggesting since you already know. You've discussed it before, and your relationship has established the notion that you're both serious about each other.

You were so young though, just in your early twenties. You do want kids but you weren’t ready yet.

He presses his lips to yours. The kiss intensifies, with him nibbling at your lips and forcing his tongue in and out of your mouth, causing your thighs to squeeze together. You pull your face away from him, breathless.

“Kisaki...?”

The problem is, Kisaki doesn't take no for an answer.

———

“Ki...ah — saki... nngh...” Your weak attempt at communication was immediately squandered.

“Shit, you feel so good—,” he panted like a dog in heat when your folds spread open warmly embracing the crown of his cock as if your pretty pussy was welcoming him home. He shoved your thighs against your chest and slammed into you with increased vigor before you could even process what was going on. This brutal angle had you blacking out with every rock.

Kisaki laid his head on your chest, making you feel every breathless groan right against your nipple. The sloppy slaps of your bodies echo across the room, your hands clenching the sheets as you hold on for dear life when he starts thrusting into you rapidly, hefty balls smacking against your ass, brimmed and ready to unload every drop of cum into your heat.

Without his glasses, you can see how erotic Kisaki looked right now. The way his eyes glazed over as he watched your tities bounce with his jaw hanging open drool trickling down the corners of his mouth. You had no idea such a lewd face exists outside of porn, and seeing how affected he is because of you only added to your delight.

“Fuuuck,” he laughed incredulously, plowing your cunt with a renewed vigor that promised to smash your bones into a fine mush. Every thrust wrenched a shriek from your throat as he increased the speed and power. The combination of vivid ecstasy and stinging aches was causing you to shake from head to toe. Your calves were beginning to cramp as he showed no signs of slowing down.

Peering down, you could see his soaked cock slamming into you, each smack of his pelvis jarring you against the couch which was extremely painful. But, hey, who doesn't enjoy a little pain with their pleasure, right?

If his balls were impressive before, they were much more so now, firm and taut; bursting at the seams with sperm, almost assaulting your ass cheeks with harsh slaps as he pounced on you like a merciless beast. His hands wrapped around your bosom, kneading the doughy flesh. You weren't going to last much longer and by the looks of it, neither was he. Unfortunately, you haven't been doing so well since you first saw his bare cock.

“You’re gonna be such a good mama, won’t you sweetie?

“Wanna get knocked up, honey?”

“Here it comes, baby. You ready to be a mommy?”

You were so out of it. You couldn’t hear or see shit. Your body was overstimulated to the point of dizziness, causing you to quiver and throb all over.

“Uh-huh,” you whispered against his furrowed brow, delicately pressing your nose into his damp hairline as your legs swayed against his chiseled shoulders with each frenzied movement. This heartfelt display of adoration was answered with a vicious yank on your locks, forcing your head into an uncomfortable angle.

“Fucking say it like you mean it,” he hissed.

“Fu—p-please fuck me! Ohhh god, harder please... w-want a baby ...” You groaned, your words slurred and disintegrated into incoherent whines.

Kisaki hauled you up, manhandling you until you were riding him properly. His still-swollen cock was already pressing against your cunt. Fucking hell, you felt like he obliterated your entire lower half, and here he was, ready to go all out again. He pushed past your plump lips, grabbing your hips, and re-entered your needy pussy.

The sounds of you whining in pleasure were lost to the coach's loud squeaking and the thumps of skin against skin as you bounced on his dick. Up and down you go. The brutal rocking of your bodies together was divine. The way Kisaki looked up at you made you feel like you could go on for hours wanting more of the irresistible pleasure of his attention.

“Mm…ohh god…Kisaki, cum inside...”

Your words have him hammering madly into you, but you've gone through worse. He bites your lips, whimpering at your legs that keep him in place and begging him to release his thick seed as deeply into you as possible.

His stomach stiffened like he'd been shot, and then he was tensing his abdomen, grinding his hips with a jerk to batter the tip of his cock up your cervix. Your legs fell open for him, toes curling in bliss as Kisaki cummed into your sticky wetness. As he pushed further, gloops of slick were oozing around his prick.

You didn't react, or rather couldn't, since you were stuck in your own subconscious turmoil. You were gushing wet and slimy with each withdrawal from your dirty cunt, a waterfall of squirt and jizz.

“Baby, you're such a filthy bitch—” He gagged on a raspy chuckle, not sounding the least bit upset. “Why are you making a mess all over my cock? It's a good thing you’re my girl, hmm?”

He was still humping into you like a fucking dog. He said something—not that you could tell in your dazed state, his dick is as rigid as a rod and just as fatal.

And rock-solid.

Are you fucking kidding me?

The quivering twitches of his orgasm leave him heaving out the lightest sighs, a steady trickle of cum flows as he attempts to pull his dick out. Was he finished? Please finish. You cocked your head just enough to inspect his erection.

Negative.

You were totally wrecked, with no strength left in your body as he fervently claimed you repeatedly. He took you again.

And again.

Everything hurts.

The thickness and sheer quantity of spunk dribbling from your pussy overflowed to the couch. You were still catching your breath, when he leaned down and swiped a finger up the length of his cock, gathering up a clump of his spunk and your slick. He locked eyes with you as he held his finger for you to lick it clean.

"So pretty," he murmurs quietly. His eyes are gleaming, as if he's spotted a vintage Rolex watch in the mall. He caresses his nose into your stomach, moving down and licking a wide but delicate line across your labia. You sniff feebly, obviously sensitive from the creaming fest that you had, and wriggle away, but Kisaki grips your waist and draws you near. "Oh, mommy," he explains, "I don't think we're done yet. Let's try again a few more times."

#kisaki x reader #kisaki tetta #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader

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salemwritesxx · 3 years

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ocean paradise

↳ bottom shinso (human) x top reader (merman: blacktip shark)

summary: Just… some merman porn

w.count: 2094

content warning: smut, porn without plot, monster sex, merman x human, double dicks, double penetration, watersports / omorashi / pee, lots of cum, riding

“A SHARK!”

“THERE’S A SHARK!”

“GET OUT OF THE WATER!”

Shinso stood in the middle of the crowd, holding on to his father’s hand tightly, not really knowing what was going on, only for the 5-year old to get picked up by his mother.

“Let’s go Honey, it’s not safe here anymore!”, she said, following the crowd that had seen a shark’s fin in the ocean, thus scurrying back onto the mainland.

As Hitoshi looked over her shoulder though, he could see the shark fin disappeared, and instead, a head broke through the surface – e/c eyes met his lavender ones.

And that’s when he first saw you for a split-second, before you dove back into the depth of the ocean.

Chuckling, he opened his eyes and looked into the starry night sky, before a “Why are you laughing, Toshi?” made him turn his head – he had been floating on the surface of the ocean.

“Just thinking back to the moment I first met you.”

“Ohh, you mean the shark incident?”, now you chuckled as well, your arms tightening around his waist as you pulled him closer against your chest.

“Hmh…”, then he turned around, looking straight into your e/c eyes as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, carful to not touch your gills at the side of your neck though.

“When I told them I saw a mermaid, they all thought I just wanted them to talk to me so I could use my quirk on them… No one believed me…”, tilting his head slightly, he then smiled as you looked a little confused, “But I think in the end, it’s best that only I know you exist, you know?”

“Hmmm, I think so too!”, you then nodded and smiled brightly as well, before leaning in and kissing all over his face.

“Your just mine. My mate. Hehehe!”, the cute, little laugh almost melted Shinso’s heart as he bit his lip for a moment, trying not to get too overwhelmed, only to cup your face, his thumbs brushing over the rather rough skin, and then pulling you in for a real kiss.

Instantly, you held him tighter and leaned in deeper, yet careful that your teeth weren’t hurting him when you brushed against his lips and, in the end, push your tongue inside to play with his, Hitoshi softly moaning into the kiss as your hands slowly wandered down to his hips and then one sneakily slipped onto his ass to softly squeeze.

“Do you have to go already…?”, your purr was so strong it resonated within his own chest, wondering once more if you could actually brainwash him with your singing and drown him.

“Yeah… But… One last time, yeah?”, Hitoshi mumbled against your lips, feeling the grin form on your own, before you pulled back a bit to look at him.

“Hmmm, I like that! I wish I could just take you with me though.”, a sad sigh escaped your lips as you finally let your finger push between his cheeks and against his little hole, earning his blissful gasp as he willingly snuggled closer, whimpering a mere “Me too…” because the thought of living as a merman was kind of intriguing…

Yet, for now, he just lived as a human by your side, visiting you as much as he could and making love underneath the starry sky.

“Hitoshi…”, the little growl that escaped your throat when his nails softly scratched over your chest made him smirk a bit, only to repeat the gesture once more to rile you up as well; all while your finger suddenly pushed inside, his insides fluttering in excitement as he pushed back into your touches.

“Don’t… waste too much time, yeah?”, he whined against your lips.

“But… They’re big…”

“I can take it! You know that…”, was his only answer as he pushed his hips against your tail, immediately knowing that your sheath has also opened as two weirdly shaped cockheads poked out.

“But Toshi-“

Though, he interrupted you as he smashed his lips against your own, both of you moaning almost in synch when he wrapped his legs around your shark tail to rub his cock against yours, spurring you on more and more and feeling your dicks grow underneath the grinding.

All while you had added another finger to thrust into his ass, trying your best to “prepare” him, though, to be honest, Shinso was used to taking your cocks and with how impatient he was, it was hard for you to hold back as well.

One hand grabbed your dorsal fin, the other finally slipped down to grab both of your cocks, your high-pitched moans sounded like you were singing, truly beautiful and enough to make him rock-hard and wanting more.

“Y/n… do it…Please.”

“If… you want, then, I won’t hold back, Toshi!”, then you grabbed him, earning his surprised gasp, before he blinked a little in surprise when you swam towards the beach with him.

“Y/n?”

“Hitoshi…? Can you do the thing we did last time?”

Your e/c eyes were almost reflecting the ocean as you looked into his lavender ones, and then, he understood, a big smirk playing around his lips.

“Oho? Do you want to watch me so badly, Y/n?”

“Yes… please.”, pecking his lips over and over again, Hitoshi couldn’t help but giggle – you were more like a puppy then a ferocious shark, really.

“Fine. Only because it’s you, Y/n.”, his deep chuckle made you shiver in anticipation, before you finally reached the shore where you turned around, half-sitting and propped up on your elbows, your shark tail still engulfed by water so you wouldn’t dehydrate too quickly.

Crawling on top of you, his hands were back to rubbing your dicks, one curved, long and rather thin, the other thick with little nubs and bit shorter. Shinso has shown you last time what it meant when he said he would ride you, so it was not even surprising him that much that you wanted to do it again, knowing how much you loved watching him last time.

“You’re really spoiled, Y/n, you know?”, he then laughed when he moved closer, lifting his hips and reaching back to adjust your cocks.

“I just… love you, Toshi. I want to watc-“, though you couldn’t speak much longer when his hot, tight insides suddenly engulfed you, Hitoshi also throwing his head back with a loud, blissful moan as your thick, weirdly shaped cock finally spread him open, the precum you leaked being so much and gooey, making it easy for him to slip your dicks in.

Digging his fingers into your chest, he was gasping your name when he pushed down until, an inch or so down, he reached your second dick, your thick head that had almost spikes around it, though much rounder at the end, spreading him even wider, the long spike-like protrusions almost making him cum on the spot just from entering your cocks and feeling them ‘scratch’ along his sensitive insides..

“Oh God-“, he could only moan out loudly when the little nubs and spikes gave his insides just the right amount of feeling that his cock was bouncing so pathetically without even being touched, almost releasing just from that as he swallowed both of your dicks at last, ramming his hips down onto your tail.

“FUCK!”, arching his back, you simply watched, completely smitten once more as you loved to see him losing himself so much, that’s why you wanted to do it again like last time.

“Hitoshi… You’re so… beautiful.”, you barely managed to choke out as well, his ass was so tight around your cocks, it was almost too much for you too.

“Y/n…”

Shinso vividly felt your cocks leaking so much thick, gooey precum and in the end, he held on with both hands against your chest as he started grinding his hips, first, rather slow, only to lean back, hands pushed into the sand besides your shark tail, and then rolling his hips, showing off everything, just like you wanted him to.

“AAAHnh Look at me- Y/n! AH! MHN! Y/n!”, moaning out your name without restraint, hoping that no one was around at night, though he also didn’t really care that much, as he cried into the starry night, hips slamming against your tail, swallowing your cocks so effortlessly – his own bouncing from all the vigorous movements.

You wanted to grab and hold him, but, with your dorsal fin in the way, you had to keep upright on your shaky arms as you watched him attentively.

Thrusting his hips down, he stopped for a moment, trying to catch his breath as he grinded your cockhead against his deepest spot, making it difficult for him to even stay in this position. Shinso’s arms felt like jelly, he was shaking and shivering, muscles tensing – but he didn’t want to stop, even if he could feel the hot waves of pleasure in his lower abdomen almost overwhelming him.

Once more, he cried out your name in delight when he raised his hips, just to slam them down again, your cocks rearranging his insides, the weird shape and little nubs and spikes making it hard to hold himself together.

“Y/n! I- I- AhNH! Can’t hold-!”, he moaned out, pushing his body back up so his face was close to yours as he started ramming your dicks into him once more, hips shaking vigorously.

You took the chance to lean your forehead against his, breathing a mere “D-Don’t hold… back… Toshi!”, your tail thrashing in the water as your own orgasm was so close.

One last time, Shinso used all his strength, gasping for breath so desperately as he moved his hips against your tail, your cocks stirring up his insides, your thick, gooey precum making everything so messy and wet – it was overwhelmingly amazing, truly.

“Y/n! Y/n!”, he moaned out your name so lustfully, his thighs quivering and a hot, warm feeling seething in his lower abdomen, though before he could realize what was going on, he couldn’t stop.

Desperately crying out loud and throwing his head back, his cock was overflowing with warm liquid that pooled at your own belly, your gasped “Toshi!” only making him sob as he couldn’t stop wetting himself, being impaled by two cocks just felt too good.

And in the end, the mere view of him loosing himself was enough for a violent wave of sheer lust to sweep through your body as well, your cocks moving and throbbing on their own inside of him only intensifying the lustful bliss as he didn’t stop peeing himself.

That’s when you released as well, a siren-like sound escaping your throat, it was high-pitched and yet, it wasn’t unpleasant, more the opposite, only for Shinso to arch his back, his warm liquid hitting your chest as you stuffed him full with your seed – thick, gooey cum filling up his ass as he slowly regained control over his body again.

Heavily gasping, a few spurts of pee were the last thing his pathetically throbbing cock managed to produce; Shinso’s head was spinning, especially as you just didn’t stop squirting your cum into him, his hole already overflowing and covering your tail in the sticky fluids mixing with his own he released.

And then, you stopped and your cocks that were wiggling inside of him came to a halt as well. That’s when he almost collapsed on top of you, thus you quickly managed to grab him and somehow slither and shuffle back into the cold ocean, though with how hot Hitoshi felt, it was just right to cool him off as he barely hung onto you.

Your cum that was still seeping out of his ass, even though he was already stuffed with your cocks, was drifting away in the water as you held him tightly.

In the end, he barely managed to press out a “Fuck… That was… fuck…” as he rested his head on your chest when you laid on your back so he was basically resting on top of you on your chest as you drifted through the ocean, not wanting to part as you kissed his head and face all over.

“You were… amazing, Toshi.”, a dreamy sigh escaped your lips, before you started to purr again while you held him tightly and kissed him all over.

Hitoshi didn’t want to move even one inch, staying with your dicks inside for as long as he could and still relishing your moments together. He didn’t need to rush home anyways.

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writer’s note: day one of mermay already begins with THIS, so… it shows in which direction we’re going hurrhurr though I have a few more kinky shit planned, but for now, hope it was enjoyable! also, was craving some change sooo… new blue banners hehe

#salemswriting.#shinsou hitoshi #shinsou x male reader #bnha x male reader #bottom shinsou #shinsou smut #smut #mermay2021 #shinsou x you

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clusterfuck-misc · 2 years

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ANON ASKS:

May I request Yandere Percy Jackson headcanons? Thank you!!

Can I just say that I had THE BIGGEST crush on Percy in middle school? And it was all because of the overall aesthetic I imagined him having? I’m very easy to sway, LMAO.

Yandere Percy Jackson x reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is gender neutral.

Content warning: Deliberate recklessness, manipulation, paranoid behavior, unwarranted doubt, jealousy, threatening behavior, implied murder, mentioned drowning, implied non canon character death.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

— He wants your undivided attention at all times.

Whether it’s through you listening to him, touching him, or even looking at him, he wants it.

And it’s been like this since you first met.

He was playing volleyball with a couple of other campers when he saw you walking towards the court.

You asked if you could join, and Piper waved you over to join her team (which was the opposing team). Leo was quick to give you a fist bump while Connor Stoll slapped you on the back.

This was the first time he’s ever seen you in Camp Half Blood.

There was something about you…

Something that drew him in…

He leaned over to Grover. “Who’s that?”

“(Y/N) (L/N),” his best friend answered. “A new camper from the (Godly Parent/N) cabin. They arrived while you were out on a quest.”

Percy couldn’t keep his eyes off you as you said something that made Leo laugh.

When you noticed someone staring, your eyes found his.

And the few seconds you two held eye contact felt like electricity.

“Gods,” he mumbled.

Grover gave him a look, but didn’t say anything.

For the rest of the game, he did whatever he could to get you to look at him.

Spiking, diving for saves, being as loud and boisterous as he could, anything.

He just wanted your eyes on him.

And he would continue to do that after the match.

His team won, thanks to Clarisse’s last hit, but he still walked up to you for a sportsmanship-like handshake.

“You’re pretty good at volleyball, newbie,” he said with a stupid grin.

“I wouldn’t say all that,” you laughed. “Most of the hits I got were just pure luck.”

He made a comment about how “luck” was practically his middle name. “I’m Percy, by the way. Percy Jackson.”

“Ohh, the Percy Jackson?” You gestures towards Grover, who was on the other side of the net. “Grover’s told me stories about you. And that Annabeth girl. She has a lot to say.”

His heart fluttered knowing you had a general idea of who he was.

Sure, the stories were probably of him goofing up and being clumsy (especially the ones Annabeth had), but at least they were still stories of him.

“What can I say?” He waved a hand in the air. “I’m kind of infamous here.”

“So I’ve heard,” you answered.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon talking. Topics would change quickly as he made sure to keep your attention.

How you listened so attentively made his ego soar.

— He’ll go to great extremes for your eyes to be on him.

And that’s not exaggeration, either.

There have been times when he deliberately hurt himself for you.

Looked away from him while training in the arena? He’ll slice himself with his sword.

“Jeez, that hurt…! (Y/N), mind walking me over to the river so I can heal?”

Got distracted while cleaning the pegasus stables? He’ll discretely ask one of them to kick him.

“Ow… I think I said something he didn’t like…”

Someone else is talking to you while he’s on the rock wall? He’ll let himself “slip” and fall to the ground.

“I’m okay..!! I just… need some help up…”

According to tales from his friends, events like these weren’t out of the ordinary.

But you still couldn’t help but begin to worry for his safety.

And he wouldn’t want it any other way.

“Careful with your sword, Percy.”

“Try to be nicer to the pegasi this time…”

“Slow and steady up there, waterboy!”

It felt so affectionate to him that you were caring for his well-being.

There are a handful of people who notice how “clumsy” he is around you, like Annabeth and Grover.

They don’t know that he’s doing it deliberately, so they tease him about how “distracted” he gets when you’re in the area.

“Don’t let your sweetheart distract you, seaweed brain,” Annabeth will tease.

“Taking falling in love to some new extremes, prince charming,” Grover will tell him.

He’ll make a sassy quip back at them, but there’s no venom in his words.

He’s just glad you’re doting over him.

— It’s very common for him to feel threatened by other campers.

He’s under the impression that your attention is his and his alone, so it makes him a bit uneasy when you’re spending more time with others.

Maybe you’re on a quest with a camper that also sat next to you at the mess hall.

Or perhaps he feels like someone else is making you laugh harder than he does.

He could even begin to feel anxious about how you look at someone.

A mixture of agitation, insecurity, and paranoia fills his mind.

How dare someone else take you away from him.

Is he not good enough for you?

What if you start to hang out with them more than him??

You pick up on his apprehensive behavior easily.

It’s not like Percy to act like this, after all.

If you ask him what’s wrong, he’ll ask you weird questions.

“(Y/N)… do you hate me?”

“Would you… would you ever leave me?”

“Are you thinking of ending our friendship?”

It surprises you.

Was Percy being insecure…?

You ask him why he would think these things, but he only shrugs.

“I just… I don’t know…”

The sudden shyness he takes on causes you to reassure him immediately.

“Percy, you’re my friend. I would never.”

The euphoric effect your words have on his mind causes him to melt.

Even so, he can’t help but continue to be self-conscious…

— If he feels too threatened by another camper, he’ll resort to desperate measures.

And his method could vary from situation to situation.

Is that person who you went on a quest with still sitting beside you at the mess hall?

He’s sending them death threats to their cabin.

“Stay away from (Y/N) if you know what’s good for you.”

And it doesn’t help that the note has the camper’s home address, too…

What about that individual who made you laugh again?

He’ll probably tell them directly to stay away from you.

“Hey, I don’t think you should keep hanging out with (Y/N).”

If they ask why, they’re met with the wrong end of Riptide…

And that person who you sometimes look at?

He asks if they could help him on a quest, only to come back by himself.

“I… I saw them get ripped a part by a drakon… I wish… I-I… oh, gods….”

You’re so quick to comfort him, you didn’t notice the dark look that flashed across his face…

Though he’s mostly discrete about dealing with these people, he’s not afraid to do act out with witnesses around him.

Everyone knows he created that wave to tip Selena Beauregard’s canoe (after tapping you on your shoulder to get your attention).

And that he threatened to kill Connor Stroll for the prank he pulled on you (which caused him to interrupt you and Percy).

And that he even tripped Charlie Beckendorf not-so-on-accident (when his hand brushed against yours after giving you your sword).

His weird behavior spreads like wildfire through the camp, and a handful of brave campers ask him about it.

“Sorry,” he’ll say with a shrug. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Some don’t believe him, but others decide it’s best to let it go.

I mean, it’s Percy Jackson; the easygoing, loyal friend who would never hurt anyone if he didn’t need to. There’s no way he would actually do those things.

… Right?

— He’s great at making you believe the rumors are just rumors.

Despite there being a lot — and I mean a lot — of rumors floating around about him, he still manages to keep your trust in tact.

Never underestimate Percy’s ability to lie and improvise on the spot.

“Percy… did you actually tip Selena’s canoe?”

“Kind of. It happened because I sneezed. Why, are people saying I did it on purpose…?”

“Percy, they’re saying you threatened to kill Connor Stroll yesterday…”

“Seriously—? It was more of a lighthearted I’m gonna get you later… I bet you Connor made it sound WAY more dramatic than it actually was.”

“Percy, why are they saying you tripped Charlie at lunch?”

“Uh… I don’t know. Who’s saying that?”

The way he earnestly looks you in the eyes and doesn’t stumble over his words is too convincing.

So, every time, you believe him.

“No, I didn’t sabotage Lee’s chariot. Where did you hear that from?”

“(Y/N), do you really think I would throw rocks at people? And that one time Clarisse said hit me, you won’t when I was skipping stones across the beach doesn’t count!”

“Travis says crazy things all the time. Why would you believe him if he said I tried to drown him?!”

Although it’s strange that there’s a new rumor at least once a week, you decide to believe him.

Besides, why would he lie to you?

— Grover and Annabeth will probably begin to notice his… behavior.

Up until the rumors began, they mostly brushed everything off as their friend crushing on you.

I mean, it makes sense; the constant glances, the attention seeking, the clumsiness when around you, it all seemed like normal symptoms of a crush.

And they both thought the rumors were ridiculous at first. I mean, Percy? Using his abilities to drown someone? That didn’t sound like him.

But then they began to pick up on things.

Was that him who followed Chris to the pegasus stables just now? Wonder what that’s all about.

Looks like he’s heading over to the Demeter cabin with a note.

What’s he talking about with Piper over there?

It’s nothing noteworthy, but then certain details about the rumors will stand out to them.

Chris is claiming Percy hit him with a shovel…

A Demeter cabin camper has a threatening note that looks similar to the one another camper received a month ago…

Piper just said Percy told her to stay away from (Y/N)…

They both start to get worried.

“These are just odd coincidences, right?”

Annabeth will shake her head at Grover. “I… don’t know…

The more they pick up on things, the more they realize maybe there’s some truth to the rumors.

Maybe he did throw rocks at that Zeus cabin camper…

Or made a pegasus attack that Aphrodite cabin guy…

Or pulled Riptide out on that Dionysus cabin girl…

But what further cements their belief is how content he look, even when everyone’s avoiding him.

And he looks so content because you’re by his side.

— Talking to him doesn’t go as planned.

They both settled on confronting him after the campfire one night.

(The empty spots around you and Percy was almost humorous.)

They asked him if they could talk and walked alongside the river bed.

“So… Percy,” Grover began, “is everything alright?”

Percy furrowed his brows. “Yeah..? Everything’s great. Why?”

Grover shared a look with Annabeth, who took it as her queue to speak. “Well… what’s with you and…”

“The rumors?”

She gave the child of Poseidon a look of surprise.

So he had an idea of where this was going…

“Yeah,” she confirmed. “We’re just getting worried about you, and—”

Percy cut her off. “I can’t believe this. My own closest friends believe some silly rumors of me being intimidating and threatening.”

“We’re not saying we believe them,” Grover defended. “It’s just that we saw you follow Chris into the stables, and head to the Demeter cabin with a note, and talk to Piper about something, and everything has to do with (Y/N)—”

Percy stopped walking.

Grover and Annabeth slowly followed suite, giving each other uneasy glances.

Something didn’t feel right.

No… something didn’t feel right at all.

Grover debated on asking him what was wrong when a relaxed smile formed on Percy’s face.

“I’m always caught in the wrong place at the wrong time,” he chuckled with a shrug. “That’s just… something I’ll never be able to avoid.”

Annabeth felt a chill go up her spine. She looked up at Grover, who seemed to be experiencing the same thing.

“Okay…” she crossed her arms. “Let’s just go back to the cabins, then. I’m sure it’s almost curfew.”

Grover was quick to agree as he began to trot back towards the campfire. Annabeth caught up to him and released the breath of air she didn’t realize she was holding in.

They barely even registered the sound of something uncapping…

— You couldn’t find Grover or Annabeth the next day.

You asked Chiron if they left camp, but he shook his head.

“No… at least, they shouldn’t of,” he answered. “I actually haven’t seen them since last night.”

Weird…

Besides Percy, Grover and Annabeth (and Tyson) were the only people who talked to you anymore.

And, speaking of Percy, he was AWOL as well…

The only time you saw him was at breakfast.

He looked slightly disheveled and tired, but he was acting normal and goofing around with his brother just fine.

After that, he excused himself for something and went to god knows where.

You tracked down Tyson at the forge and asked if he’s seen Percy at all.

“No,” the cyclops responded. “Have not seen Percy.”

You were getting slightly frustrated.

First Annabeth and Grover, who you haven’t seen all day, and now Percy dipping after breakfast?

Where the hell could they have gone…?

You decided to stay at the forge all day with Tyson, helping him out and keeping him entertained.

Eventually, the cyclops’ eye brightened up and ran past you.

“Percy!!”

You turned around to see him picking up the son of Poseidon in a bone crushing hug.

“Percy,” you whined. “Where have you been all day?!”

“Had to contact Poseidon,” he shrugged after being put down by Tyson. “Got held up by some story about a sassy dolphin.”

You scoffed. “Sure he wasn’t just telling a story about you?”

Before he could make a remark, your face contorted into a more serious expression. “By the way, have you seen Grover or Annabeth at all?”

“Can’t say I have,” he simply responded while picking up one of the swords.

You furrowed your brows. “Chiron said he hasn’t seen them since last night… I’m starting to get worried…”

“Eh, I wouldn’t,” he reassured, swinging the sword in his hands playfully. “They’re probably fine.”

“Still… it’s kind of concerning.” You looked down at your lap. “I mean, they usually tell us beforehand if they’re going somewhere, and—”

A wince of pain suddenly came from Percy’s lips.

You looked up to see his hand had a good sized gash on it, blood leaking out of the cut.

Tyson dropped his hammer. “Percy!!”

“Oh, gods,” you muttered, taking his hand and looking at the wound. “What did I tell you about being careful, man?!”

“Sorry…” he gave a strained chuckle. “Wasn’t really watching my swings…”

“Water,” Tyson yelled, frantically looking around. “Get water!!”

“We can take him to the river,” you suggested.

“Actually, can we go to the beach?”

You looked up at Percy. “But the river’s—”

“I want to go to the beach,” said Percy.

The stone cold look he had on his face was… unnerving.

Deciding not to ask about it, however, you slowly nodded and turned to Tyson. “I can take him. You should stay here just in case something happens.”

Tyson hesitantly complied, watching you and Percy walk out of the forge and towards the beach.

The whole trip over, Percy stayed silent and steered you away from the river’s bank. Despite your attempts to convince him that it was easier to go to the river, he continued to drag you north.

It was almost like… he was avoiding the river.

Something happened there.

You knew something did.

You also knew Percy wasn’t going to tell you, though.

So, pushing away the alarm bells that went off in your mind, you continued to walk with the son of Poseidon towards the beach.

You decided you were gonna tell Grover and Annabeth about Percy’s current strange behavior.

… If they ever show up again.

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sissyndfw · 2 months

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Derek and His Big Irresistible Cock

There I was on the couch with my skirt hiked up and a big black dildo in my ass. I was surfing Tumblr looking at all the cute guys imagining how good their cock would feel as I pressed my ass down into the silicone balls on my fake cock when I heard the doorbell. Ohh fuck, who the fuck is this, I thought to myself. I almost had a fucking orgasm as my ass squeezed the dildo when I saw it was Derek, Sarah's boyfriend. My mind went into a spin as I had flashbacks of him fucking my brains out a few weeks ago. Hold on Derek, I said, I didn't know what to do so I posted a questionnaire on Tumblr for advise. yes--my--sir messaged me immediately "It is already too late. You might as well enjoy it one more time before things turn south. 🥰" and then Daddysawesome93 said "Take his cock". Everyone was hitting the fuck him option on the questionnaire. I guess that settled it.

I thought to myself, fuck it, yolo, so I pulled myself up off my big toy and made my way to the door adjusting my skirt as I walked slowly, my legs were shaking from bouncing on my dildo. I opened the door and said hi Derek as I bit my lip, do you want to come inside, I reached out and took his hand and we walked inside. What are you doing over here I asked. I had lunch with my friend Thomas in downtown, he responded, he lives in the building so I thought I would stop by and say hi. Ohh cool I replied, do you want to chill with me for a little bit or do you have to go? I'm off work today he said, I can hang out. I felt myself blushing as I realized we were still holding hands.

I turned and led him into the living room pulling him down onto the couch next to me. What's this he asked as he held up my big black dildo. Looks like I interrupted some fun, he laughed. Ohh my God, I'm so embarrassed, I exclaimed. It's okay Jessica, I know you're a horny little slut, he responded. I giggled as I grinned at him, I can't help it, I said in an innocent voice. Show me, he requested as he held it in his lap, pretending it was his cock.

I pushed him back on the couch as I climbed up on all fours. I dropped my head down into his lap and started sucking the dildo. He was holding the base above the balls so I could only get half of it in my mouth so I pushed my lips down against his fingers and let my drool leak out all over his hand. You're so good at sucking cock Jessica, he said. The other day when you gave me head, that was the best blowjob I've ever had in my life, he went on, the way you took my whole cock and swallowed my cum, it was fucking amazing. I popped the dildo out of my mouth and looked up at him, will you let me do it again, I begged. Ohh you want some more of my big black cock, he asked cockily. Take your fucking pants off, I demanded as I grabbed the dildo from his hand, I want to drain your balls.

Derek stood up and began undressing and I flipped over on my back. I took the dildo and slid it back into my boipussy pressing the balls up against my ass as I rocked my hips up and down letting the tip rub into my prostate. I licked my lips as Derek pulled his boxers down exposing his big thick cock, it was just swinging back and forth as he climbed on the couch with me. He was on his knees hovering over my face staring down at me as I played with my ass. He rubbed his tip across my lips as I turned my head upwards. I kissed the bottom of his cock and ran my tongue down his tip along the bottom of his shaft.

Derek's big cock was starting to get hard as he slid his big swollen tip into my mouth . My lips stretching around his head as he moved back and forth letting me wrap my tongue around the end of his dick. The taste of his precum was making my little sissy cock get hard as I rocked my hips up letting the dildo slip deeper inside me. You're not wearing your sissy cage, Derek asked, pulling his cock out of my mouth so I could answer. I didn't know you were coming over, do you want me to put it on, I asked. No, he replied, I like watching your little gurl cock throb as he slid his BBC back into my mouth pushing it to the back of my throat.

I moaned with excitement and I tilted my head further up. I let go of the dildo causing it to pop out of me and I reached up grabbing Derek's hips and pulled him all the way into my mouth. His big balls landed right on my face as he buried his massive cock in me. I slapped his ass and he started rocking his hips driving his cock in and out of my throat. My mouth was making loud gagging noises as Derek started groaning and his cock started throbbing.

I wasn't ready for this to end so I pushed him back to catch my breath and his throbbing cock popped free from my mouth, thick spit dripping all over my face. I grabbed his cock and started stroking him, sucking his tip with my lips. Fuuuck, Derek exclaimed, you are such a beautiful cocksucker. Use the toy on my ass while you face fuck me, I begged as I grabbed my knees and pulled them up to my chest.

Derek slid his wet cock back into my mouth and reached down grabbing the dildo. I wiped some of the thick slobber from my face and smeared it across my boipussy getting it really wet. He slid the big black dildo into my ass and started thrusting the full length in and out as he drove his hips forward pushing his balls back into my face. I moaned in extacy as he sped up, slamming the toy dick right into my cum button over and over. My cock was throbbing so hard as I started to orgasm. I pulled my knees further up and I let go with one hand grabbing my pulsating cock as thick waves of cum streamed out hitting Derek's abs and my face, it coved his cock as it thrusted in and out of my mouth.

I could taste my cum as Derek exclaimed, ohh shit. He slammed the dildo into my ass balls deep and was using it as a handle, he started fucking my throat as hard as he could moaning in pleasure. I could tell he liked having my cum on him as he fucked my sloppy mouth. My cum was everywhere now as his sticky balls slapped into my face smearing it all over me.

Derek's big black cock swelled as he cried out, I'm going to cum. He wrapped his arms around my waist collapsing on top of me in a 69 position as his hips convulsed driving his cock deep into my throat. I relased my legs and grabbed his ass. We both moaned together as he started pumping hot cum into my tummy. He pulled the dildo hard driving both it and his dick as deep as they would go at the same time as he flooded me with even more cum. I couldn't handle it as another orgasm hit me, my soft cock squirting another thick load onto my stomach. Derek took my little clitty into his mouth and sucked the last few spurts of cum out of me as he slid his big black cock out of my mouth.

He raised up and looked down at me, you are fucking hot, he said as he grabbed the base of his cock and pressed his balls, pumping one last big glob of sperm right into my mouth. I swallowed his cum and looked up at him, I love your fucking cock. I reached up and kissed the tip, we made a fucking mess, I said, let's go take a shower.

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plentyoffandoms · 3 years

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WELL, SHIT!

Pete Davidson x f/Reader

Like all my other stories, this has not been proofread.

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During an interview, Pete tells the story about how he fell in love with his long-time best friend.

PETE'S POV:

*During the interview with Charlamagne Tha God.*

"Pete, we have talked about pretty much everything during the interview, but what every one is wanting to know, do you have any one in your life right now? Like romantically?" Charlamagne asked the question I knew would be coming up.

"Yes I do have a girlfriend. We have been together for almost a year and half now but we have known each other since we were fucking kids."

I took a sip of water and continued.

"Her name is Y/N and we have known each other since before my Dad died. Besides Colson and Mulaney, she is my best friend. We grew up down the street from each other and like my Dad, her Dad was a fire fighter as well."

"Was a fire fighter?"

"Yeah, he also died because of 9/11 but he died due to an injury a few days later. Either way, our Dads were best friends and did every thing together. So it was not a shocker to any one when Y/N and I grew up to be best friends. But after losing my dad, I lashed out at every one and I lost most of my friends. Y/N, who was going through the same shit I was, stood by me and tried to make sure I was okay."

"Even at the age of 6 or 7 she was trying to take care of you?" Charlamagne questioned.

"Oh fuck yeah. Long before I was diagnosed with BPD, she was always there to pull me out of my thoughts. Y/N was the one who found me after I pulled all my hair out. Pulled my hands away from my head and held them in her hands and called for my mom."

I cleared my throat and continued.

"Y/N was the one who pushed for me to get tested to see if anything was wrong with me when I couldn't get out of bed. She was the one who mentioned maybe it could be crohns disease as her mom also has it."

"What made her think it was crohns to begin with Pete?"

"She asked her mom and her mom listed off the symptoms she had. Couldn't maintain body weight. Couldn't get out of bed due to the lack of energy, etc. All the same shit I was going through."

"Ohh okay. That makes sense."

"Yeah and sadly she was the one who noticed all the cuts on my chest. Broke my heart to see her cry, but that was one of the many times she has seen me at rock bottom. When people laughed at my dreams of being a comedian, she was right there, going to all the comedy clubs and gigs to support me."

I can feel my chest tighten as I continued.

"When she went away to college, we kept in contact most of the time, but I literally could not handle alot of shit. I started to use harder drugs and ended up in the hospital."

"You don't have to continue if you don't want too Pete." Charlamagne said after I stopped talking.

"Nah, I'm good. So I ended up in the hospital and I woke up to a hand on top of mine and the person was sleeping. I thought it was my Mom or my sister, but it was Y/N. I was confused on why she was there but then I remembered where I was. I moved my hand and she woke up. I questioned why she was there when she was supposed to be at school."

"You never said what school she went too. Was it close to Staten Island?"

I let out a laugh and said, "nope. She was actually going to Stanford University all the way in California at the time. My sister was the one who called her. They are very close, and Y/N got on the next available flight home. We were about 19 or so when that happened. My own girlfriend at the time did not even show up and I stayed with her for a bit after that."

I shook my head at myself and how stupid I was.

"Besides my own family Y/N was one of the first people I told about joining SNL. She was home for the summer and we were having our weekly movie and pizza night. She was so excited for me that she jumped and the two of us landed on the couch with her on top of me. She kept telling me how happy she was for me and that she knew I will be amazing."

I let out a laugh. "Charlamagne, it was at that moment I was like well, shit! I am in love with my best friend, but I couldn't say anything to her then. She was dating some one else at the time and I also did not want to ruin our friendship."

"Makes sense man."

"After that, we were never single at the same time. I was in more relationships than she was. Her boyfriends did not like me and how close we were and same with every girl I was with. Our then partners could not understand the bond we had and many tried to break our friend ship and one almost did."

"This is getting pretty deep. Y/N okay with all this being said?"

"Yeah, 100. We discussed this before I came on here. We knew people would want to know if I am with any one. So it is all good."

I took a few gulps of water and continued on.

"When I was with Ariana, Y/N was with someone as well. I knew it was serious between Y/N and him. I proposed to Ariana and then he proposed to Y/N. Well we all know what happened between Ariana and me. I became extremely suicidal with every thing that happened and I ended up going to rehab."

"Yeah, I remember that. Not many people talk about going to rehab."

"You are correct Charlamagne. But anyways, after my stint in rehab, every one who I consider important in my life was at the small welcome home party my mom and sister threw for me, but Y/N was not there. I asked her mom where she was and her mom informed me that she was trying to get a hold of Y/N all morning but it kept going to her voicemail."

"I tried to call her, my mom, Colson. Even got my sister to try as Y/N always picked up the phone for her. Colson and I went to the apartment that she shared with her now ex. The place was destroyed and I found her phone, which was dead, found her charger and charged her phone for a bit. Colson called the cops while I looked for Y/N."

I had to calm myself down before I exploded with anger.

"I found Y/N laying in bed with bruises all over her body, well at least I could see. She had a fresh black eye and looked like she was bleeding due to some cuts. My mind went in to over drive and Colson who heard me scream came running into the room and saw her and called 911 again to make sure an ambulance came as well. I collapsed beside the bed and made sure she was breathing. The cops got there almost right after that and the paramedics took Y/N and Colson and I followed the ambulance in my car. Colson drove as I called my mom to tell her what the fuck was going on."

"Where was the asshole who did that to her?"

"Her ex-fianceé came home and was arrested. I was later told he beat her in a blind rage after she informed him she was coming to see me."

"What a piece of shit Pete."

"Yes he is. But I hardly left the hospital as for once it was the other way around. Every single time I was in the hospital, she was there. Every stint in rehab, Y/N was there. The Doctors kept her sedated so her body could heal. Broke my heart to see the woman I love laying in bed beaten because of a piece of shit abuser."

I continued on. "After a few days, Y/N woke up but was in the hospital for almost a month. The only time I left was to go home to shower and change my clothes. My sister, me and Colson went to her apartment and grabbed what was not ruined and brought it all back to my Cave. Y/N came out of the hospital and I took her home with me and I hardly left her side. If I wasn't home, some one was always with her."

"When did you finally confess your feelings?"

"Probably two months after all of this shit. We were having our weekly movie and pizza night. Sitting on the couch, cuddling like we have always done, and I couldn't stop staring at her and I just blurted it out."

Charlamagne broke out into laughter. "After all this time, you just blurted it out?"

"Well yeah man. I was staring at her and she was smiling. Not a fake smile that she was giving to people when they asked her how she was doing, but her honest to goodness smile. I said 'I love you.' and I waited for her to be like oh I love you too but like a friend."

I know couldn't keep the smile off my face.

"This woman literally turned her head, looked at me in the eyes for a moment and pulled my head down to her and we kissed and as she pulled away, she leaned her forehead against mine and said I love you too Pete. Always have."

"Now that is some romantic shit. She seems to be good for you Pete."

"Yeah she is. She makes sure I take my medications, that I am eating and pulls me out of my dark place. It is like she has some sixth sense about when that is going to happen. Unlike the other women I have been with, who believed they could 'fix me,' Y/N just knows to be there for me. She has stated that I do not need to fixed but just need some one there for me and she is right...like she usually is on most things."

"That is quite the romantic story there Pete. Got anything else going on?"

My smile was wide as a spoke. "Well Charlamagne, I am going to be a father in about two months."

Part 2

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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A heavenly reunion pt. 1; Queen x reader

*Author's note*

This is it guys. After almost 3 years of writing this series it's FINALLY come to the end. Like all good things, they must end eventually so here it is. The LAST chapter of my Rock Angel series.

I first want to point out the YEARS (except Freddie's death date) DON'T MEAN ANYTHING. I'M NOT TRYING TO PREDICT THE FUTURE OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT. I just picked these random years to represent when the remaining members of Queen will pass, AGAIN THESE AREN'T REAL DATES AND I HOPE THEY AREN'T.

Pt. 2 will be up in just a few minutes so until then, enjoy this first part.

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*3rd Person POV. June 23rd, 2051*

Rock star, animal rights activist, founder of organizations like ANGELS CURING AIDS, WORDS CAN HURT TOO; Victims and survivors of emotional and verbal abuse, and the ANGELS AGAINST STALKING that helps protect people from violent stalkers. Also apart of charities like the Mercury Phoenix Trust foundation. The Rock Angel (Y/n) Kline had lived a full life.

She continued to tour with Queen as they got many other partnerships throughout the years. But she most enjoyed collaborating with Adam Lambert as he reminded her of him, bright and ambitious just wanting to share his music with the world and he knew he could never fill in Freddie's shoes but he sure as hell made a name for himself in his own way.

She was also a part of the "Bohemian Rhapsody" film that had been made and got to know the actors playing the men that she had grown up with and came to see them as her true family. Ten years after the film released, her own story got to be told thanks to the rights of Paramount and the brilliant mind of Dexter Fletcher, who had directed the story of her boys and Elton John, another one of her dearest friends and mentors.

But now at the crippled age of 90, the Rock Angel now lived in the privacy of her home in London. She was forced to stop touring because just 3 years ago she was diagnosed with a form of dementia.

It was hard on her family and her 4 children and dozens of grandchildren even great-grandchildren to see the once strong woman they had once admired for so long and looked up to as a role model not only in music, but life.

In their current home of London, her husband of over 70 years Jack who had made a name for himself. After the whole stalking incident, Jack joined the ranks of the LAPD. He worked himself all the way to the top and became Chief for over 30 years before he retired by the time he was in his 60's.

He sat there by his wife's bedside stroking her long white hair as she lay there forced into bedrest. She looked up at him and whispered.

"Jack?"

"I'm here baby."

"Where are they? Where are my boys?" she asked.

"Our sons? They're just downstairs."

"No, no. I meant my boys." At those two words, Jack's heart broke as he looked at his wife sympathetically.

"Baby they've—they died. It's been so many years since they all left this world." At hearing her boys were dead, tears fell down her face but Jack held onto his wife and kissed the top of her head. "But I can show you their videos, if you'd like."

"Please. I need to see them. To tell them goodbye." Jack then reached for the I-pad and opened up the Youtube app and began typing in the very song that he knew he would need.

He knew his wife didn't have long and he wanted her to have one last happy memory of hearing the perfect song written by her boys.

Together they held the I-pad and soon the music video "These are the days of our lives" came on.

"Why does Fred look so sick?" she asked worriedly. Jack swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to explain.

"He was suffering from AIDS, and it—really affected him love."

"I wish I could've taken care of him." She said as she stroked the screen every time Freddie came on screen. At the instrumental break as she watched Brian skillfully play the guitar, she smiled and said. "Bri....he was such a good guitar player."

"He was, but nothing compared to you." Jack praised obviously playing favorites. He then took notice of his wife growing tired as the song ended.

It was time.

"It's okay baby, you can rest now." And she did just that. Her breathing slowed right as Freddie spoke the last 'I still love you' line and the video ended. "Goodnight my Rock Angel. Be with your boys once again." He then let out a sob as he leaned against his deceased wife.

At 10:45am on June 23rd, 2051 (Y/n) Kline was pronounced dead at the old age of 90.

Everyone who had collaborated with the Rock Angel or had looked up to her all gathered at her funeral. Close friends and family all came to mourn at the loss of the last of the greatest Rock and Roll singers. She was buried in her birth town of Leicestershire, right next to her real parents.

*My POV*

I felt peaceful. My mind was no longer hazy. I could remember everything once again, but what confused me was where I was. I found myself walking through a long corridor but as I passed a mirror, I stopped and backed up to find a shocking surprise.

I was young again.

I looked to be about the age of 19, when I first met the guys. My hair was in the same long wavy fashion I once had before I cut it. I stroked along my cheek just to see if this was real or a dream, but as I stroked it I found that it was. Suddenly a door opened before me and I don't know why but I found myself walking toward it.

Now I was in what looked like an office with everything you would see. Filing cabinets, a large desk filled with paperwork but what caught my attention was the abacus that stood at the front center of the desk.

"Ahh (Y/n) Kline, please come forward." I turned to see a man around his 60's with short black hair, a grim like face with sharp cheekbones and icy blue eyes. He wore a black business suit and he was intimidating but for some reason I came forward toward the desk.

He sat down and pulled out a file and began reading through it humming to himself then he said.

"Place your hand over the abacus." I looked at it to see that the color code was white and black. White at top and black at the bottom.

"What is this?"

"This shall determine your next step. Just place your hand over it and let fate do the rest." I didn't know what this was gonna mean but again I saw myself place my hand over it and the second I did, it started going frantic.

Moving up and down frantically with no one even touching it. It was mostly balanced most of the way until it finally majority of the counters went white. The man smiled and said.

"Give my regards to those Rockstar friends' of yours. I'll be looking forward to your next concert." He then snapped his fingers and everything went bright.

Next thing I knew, I heard the sound of birds chirping and felt the sun beaming down on me. I was then greeted with wide open fields and a giant house along with several barn-like homes. It was like Garden Lodge and Rockfield farm mixed into one.

As I stood a few feet away from the main mansion-like house I swore from the second window of the white satin curtains I saw movement. I walked towards the house and placed my hand on the doorknob, I paused for a few seconds before I finally opened the door. I walked in and it was exactly like Freddie's home of Garden Lodge.

I walked through the threshold to see the grand staircase to my right, the long corridor ahead of me and the entrance to the living room to my left.

"Hello?" I said as I stood there. It was then I felt something nuzzle between my legs and I heard a meow. I heard it again and I looked down to see a very familiar face. "Hey, Delilah." I picked her up and held her as she purred and nuzzled my face. I scratched under her chin and she lowered her head to lick my hand.

"No it should be more like this." I heard a low, smooth baritone voice say.

"No, no and no Mr. tuxedo! Bernie has it like this and it shall remain this way. He and I are the genius piano and songwriting duo and it'll stick to this rhythm and timing." Another voice boasted out.

Oh my god.....It can't be. I set Delilah down and she took off running up the stairs as I crossed the living room into the parlor where Fred kept his piano to see two men that I had not seen in forever.

"David? Elton?" I spoke up. The two men turned toward me. David looked so much healthier than last I saw him and he looked younger just like me, in fact he looked about the same age he was when he did Live aid as well as working on the Jim Henson project 'the Labyrinth'.

Elton on the other hand looked about the age from when he was first starting off, back before he began experimenting with all the drugs and all that. The vibrant ginger hair but he still had on those flamboyant sunglasses he always loved to wear.

"Is that—really you?" I asked bewildered.

"Oh shit it can't be. The high angel herself, the Rock Angel?" Elton dramatic tone.

"Yes, it's me."

"Ohh darling. Welcome home." David greeted me with a wide smile and open arms as he walked up to me. He embraced me as he chuckled warmly and said, "Did you have a good life darling?"

"Uh-huh. I had the best life." I said, my voice muffled within his blue suit.

"It looked like you did love." We separated and I couldn't help but admire just how healthy he was.

"How have you been David?"

"Much better darling. No more chemo, I can finally breathe again."

"That's good."

"Alright you overgrown smooth talker, let me at her now." Elton proclaimed as he shoved David aside and immediately came up and kissed both of my cheeks before embracing me. "Oh darling we sure have missed you."

"And I you Elton. Life just hasn't been the same without your music."

"Been practicing those scales I taught you?" he asked pointedly.

"Yes, whenever I could."

"That's my girl." He hugged me again and I buried my face into his shoulder.

"(Y/n)?" a choir of voices soon rang up. I felt my heart stop as I lifted my head, not believing what I was hearing. Elton let go of me and both he and David with soft smiles on their faces told me to go and see who it was. The four voices called out my name again.

I crossed through the parlor, ran across the living room until I came to the door and just halfway up the staircase, I felt my smile widen and tears fill my eyes.

"My boys."

"You're finally here!" Freddie proclaimed. My legs raced directly up the stairs and Freddie, Brian, Roger and John all gathered me at the center in a long awaited Queen group hug.

All I felt were arms wrapped around me tightly, kisses all over my head and face and gentle hair and back strokes. I don't even know how long we were in that hug for but I didn't care, all I cared about was the fact my boys were here all together. When we finally separated I finally got a good look at all four of them.

They were all so young and vibrant just like how I first saw them back in concert long before I became an intern, I would like to think they were now the same ages they were when they first played at the Rainbow back in 1974. Long hair and all.

"I can't believe you four are here." I praised.

"And we can't believe you're here. And with your long hair again, was this when you were most happy?" asked Brian.

"If by that you mean when I first became Miami's intern? Yeah, best day of my life. Do you guys hate it?"

"No darling we've loved you no matter what your hair length is." Freddie said as he stroked the ends of my hair.

"I only just hope you didn't bring along any extreme surprises. Belly button rings, more tattoos." Deacy teased me. I chuckled but felt tears fall down my face.

"Aww lovie what is it?" Roger cooed as I felt him rub my shoulder. All four of them looking at me with those concerned puppy dog eyes they all knew how to do.

"I'm sorry. It's just—I missed you four so much." They all awed as Freddie first took me in his arms and said with his head leaning against mine.

"I know darling. It seems like it's been forever since the five of us were together."

"Coming from you Fred you have no idea." I wept as I gripped onto him as tight as I could, burying my face into his long black hair which softly tickled my face.

God if there's anything I missed about Freddie, it was his warm hugs. They were always so warm and inviting, anyone who was lucky enough to be given any sign of affection from this loveable man was considered lucky, and I was fortunate to be one of those people, and now finally after almost 60 years, I was able to feel that affection once more.

We were now upstairs in the master bedroom to do some private catching up.

"Alright sister dear, come here you." Deacy said. I smiled and immediately went into his arms and he embraced me. As all of you know, after Freddie's death, Deacy was the one to take it the hardest. So much so that he hardly played at any Queen gigs except for maybe three occasions then by 1997 he officially retired and no one had heard from him since.

The guys and I respected his decision so in order to make sure he was alright, I kept in contact with Veronica and would occasionally ask how Deacy was doing as well as the kids. I had learned that the two of them had two more kids, Luke and Cameron and the two of them had been successful in their own ways, all of the Deacy kiddies had, especially Luke who followed in his dad's footsteps and played in a band of his own.

In fact with the permission of the parents, I had allowed my nephew Luke to play at a few of my tours, and god just seeing him play reminded me so much of his dad, not to mentioned he looked so much like him.

And it was an honor to play with a second generation of Deacon.

The sad news of Deacy's passing came to Jack and I from Laura on a cold November day in 2035. Out of the two of us, Jack was the most heartbroken because he not only lost a brother but his idol and mentor.

We were invited to the burial by decree of the Deacy clan but I made sure that through some makeup and wigs that Jack and I weren't recognized by press because we wanted this to be private. As Deacy would've wanted that.

"Ohh I've missed you so much (y/n)."

"Not as much as I missed you brother mine."

It was then my attention turned towards the last 2 members of Queen, the remaining members I kept working with till the end. Brian May and Roger Taylor.

Together in our lives after Freddie's death and Deacy's retirement, I had been there for everything Queen got to accomplish, and they did the same for me. In fact it was Brian who bestowed upon me my plaque to be initiated into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame before I was given my star right above Queen's.

I was also involved with some of the work they did for a little movie called "Bohemian Rhapsody", and they helped become a part of my movie "Set it all free Angel". I first turned my attention to Brian.

It had been almost 10 years since my movie came out and 20 for Queen's film Bohemian Rhapsody. I was in my home studio working on my next upcoming album when I had received a call from Anita telling me that Brian had passed away at the age of 93. It was a peaceful passing so he wasn't suffering or in pain which I was thankful for in a way, he's suffered through so much that if I wanted him to go out, it would have to be peacefully in his sleep.

The world was devastated at losing such an inspiring man. Not only in the music industry, but for his work in astrophysics, as well as the animal programs that he's helped funded and laws he helped raise awareness for.

When he died, I took over the business in his name and within 3 years; I finally helped get laws of abusing, harming or killing animals to be illegal and anyone caught doing that wouldn't get misdemeanors. They would face legal full sentencing of 20-50years in Federal prison. On the night the laws passed and I along with Brian's partnering animal rehab centers signed off on the law, I went to Brian's grave and told him everything.

I immediately glomped him into a hug and held onto his waist tightly. He embraced me back just as tight as I was holding him, me humming lovingly as I buried my face into his chest feeling him stroke down my hair. After what felt like forever, he separated from me and stared down at me with those loving hazel blue eyes of his as he placed both his hands at the top of my head before stroking them downward against each side of my head and ending by cupping my face in his hands.

"I am so proud of everything you've done (Y/n). I saw it all, thank you for continuing my legacy for animal rights."

"You taught me everything I needed to know about being kind and caring towards all creatures, so much so you helped inspire me to do my own animal rehabilitations and rescues. I just—wish I could've been there for you when you......"

"It was beyond your control love. But I didn't suffer. I knew you loved me, and would've done anything to come see me had you known. I never blamed you, so stop blaming yourself." I nodded as tears slipped down my face but with his thumbs he wiped them away before hugging me once more. I felt him kiss my temple before cupping the side of my face once more to kiss my nose.

Even as I got older and we were both in our senior years, he never once stopped with the nose pecks. I smiled and Eskimo kissed him before he pressed his forehead against mine. It was then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned to my right to see Roger standing before me.

Besides Freddie's death, I think the most devastating thing for me was when Roger died. It was about a year after Brian's death when I had gotten a frantic call from my godson Rufus that Roger had been taken to the hospital because of a stroke. Without hesitating, I got into the car and raced to West London Medical Hospital, where I met up with the Taylor pride.

I was frantic with anxiety and fear that I would lose yet a 3rd member of Queen. Over 48hrs passed when Rog finally regained consciousness and I was sitting right there by his bedside holding his hand. He spoke so softly it was like whispers on the wind and the only thing he wanted to do was go outside.

Reluctantly the doctors allowed it so my godchildren, and his wife Sarina took him out to the hospital garden and allowed me some one on one time with him. But I didn't know that that would be the last time they would ever get to talk to him. The last words he ever spoke to me were and I still remember it to this day, even up here in heaven.

"Brian and Freddie have come to collect me, they send out their love to you and Deacy. Look after the old bastard for us." And I literally felt his life slip away from my hand as he died right there in front of me.

For months I was depressed. I was allowed to go to the funeral and speak my eulogy and I sang at his funeral, this time my own rendition of Phil Collins' song 'You'll be in my heart.' It was also because of his funeral that Deacy and I got even closer than we had in years.

He had secretly gone to both Brian and Roger's funeral but it didn't take till Rog passed for him to physically approach me and we both just wept and cried from losing a father, a brother, a great friend together.

Finally when I finally gained the strength, me and the Taylor children all took a picnic up where Roger was born and just looked out beyond the fields of where his childhood home was and reminisced on all the wonderful memories we had of our father.

And it was from his death I produced my album 'Papa Lion' and dedicated it to him; 'To my Papa Lion, and all the other father lions out there. Keep protecting your children no matter what'.

"You gonna get into these arms or what love?" he asked me. I spoke not a word but felt tears in my eyes as I raced up and buried myself into his neck and dirty blonde almost brunette hair. He held me and spun me around, kissing all over my face humming and moaning lovingly.

When he finally set me down, he cupped my face just like Brian did but he gently leaned forward and very gingerly headbutted my forehead and the two of us nuzzled each other, rubbing our noses together.

Like a father lion and his cub reuniting with each other at last.

I held onto his wrists which still cupped the sides of my face and just allowed my tears to fall out but I couldn't stop smiling.

"I hope those are happy tears." He said to me. I sniffled and nodded.

"Yeah the—these are....ha-happy tears." I choked out.

"You know you don't have to be so strong around me, right lovie?" It was then I just broke down and wept as I embraced him. "Shhh, shh. I'm here my lion cub, I'm here. Papa lion is here." He whispered in my ear.

"God I have waited so long for you to say that." I whimpered out to hear him softly laugh and just hug me tighter.

"Oh my darlings.....my heart.....it's too full!" We heard Fred exclaim out dramatically. We both laughed as I nuzzled deeper into my papa lion's chest, happy to finally be reunited with them.

After finally calming down, we were all just sitting around the master bedroom. I was up against the couch leaning against Deacy's legs as he was currently brushing and braiding my hair.

"So you guys continuing to rock it out here in Heaven?" I asked.

"Don't you know it darling. Every good singer who has helped made a difference comes up here and we continue to live a peaceful eternity doing what we were born to do. Be performers." Freddie stated.

"In fact we just had our concert the other night. We got to perform alongside the Beatles." Said Roger.

"Shut up! The Beatles?!"

"You know it love, Lennon, McCartney, Harrison and Starr." Said Brian.

"Wow, I wish I could've seen it." I said.

"You will darling, we perform our concerts every single night. And it's always a mix mash of artists and bands collaborating together to perform the Greatest Heavenly Rock 'n Roll concert." Said Fred.

"Now that you're here poppet, you'll get the chance to perform with the best of the best." Said Deacy. I was flabbergasted.

"Holy......" I couldn't even finish it because I was just so shocked to think that I would be performing with the greatest artists long before my time and bands I wish I had the chance to record or perform alongside with. The guys all chuckled at me and I said.

"So that's why David and Elton were here."

"Mm-hmm. We're all performing together in tonight's show. Three artists of the 70's decade for the first time ever sharing the stage together." Said Brian.

"Ohh man what people would've killed to see that in person. I mean yeah you guys performed at the same venue like we did with Live Aid or did some recordings together but never all three of you guys on stage at once." I said.

"That's how it works around here." Spoke Deacy as he finished the last strand of my braid. I thanked him and observed the braid he had done and I commented.

"You've gotten better Deacy."

"Laura was good practice. My baby girl always wanted her hair braided."

"She may have gotten that from me, sorry." He playfully scowled at me but I cheekily stuck my tongue out at him. "Say Fred, where's Jim at? I figured if you were here, he would be too."

"Oh that man of mine, he's out tending the garden, come have a look." He escorted me to the back window and there I saw a field of flowers as far as the eye could see.

"Whoa. He's done all of that?"

"Been doing it since 2010 darling. Always a hard worker my husband. When he first came, I was worried he wouldn't like this appearance of mine, after all I didn't have my tache and my hair was much shorter than when I first met him."

"Jim loves you Freddie. He loves you no matter what you'd look like."

"And I did know. Turns out he's got a long hair kink." He whispered to me which made me choke out a laugh.

"Seriously?" He nodded ecstatically and that's when Deacy spoke up.

"We're still here Fred, no need to hear any of that."

"Oh god Deacy don't act so innocent. After all you were the one who wrote a song about pre-ejaculation." Deacy's mouth just gaped before turning stoic, and of course Rog and Bri were laughing their asses off. He turned to me and I shrugged saying.

"He's got a point."

"Okay yeah ha-ha fuck all of you."

"Oh come off it John. We mean no harm by it." Roger teased

"At least it's better than a car fucking song." Deacy fired back.

"That's not funny!" Roger proclaimed.

"It is kinda funny." Deacy sassed back.

"Okay, okay enough both of you. I had enough of your arguments to last an entire lifetime. I don't need to relive it now when I just got here." I stated.

"Sorry love." They both choired out.

"Oh (y/n), I do have a surprise for you though." Brian spoke up. I looked at him and said,

"What kind of surprise?"

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" He said as he walked right up to me.

"If you tell me, I'll still act surprise." He chuckled and wrapped an arm around me.

"C'mon love, let's head outside." We soon went down the stairs and headed out of the house.

Brian lead me to an open field about a half mile away from the house. There was nothing but green for miles ahead.

"Brian what's this about?"

"You'll see." He then took his index finger and thumb and curled them inward like pinchers before placing them against his lips letting out a loud whistle. We stood there for a moment that was until I heard a bark. A very familiar bark. No it—it couldn't be.

Soon jogging up the hill about a mile away was a German Shepherd. His familiar traditional fur coat shined under the sun as he looked right at me. He let out a couple of barks and soon several more dogs came running up beside him.

They consisted of a golden retriever, 2 pit-bulls, 3 huskies (1 traditional black and white, another grey and white and the last one an auburn coloring), a collie, and 4 Labradors (2 blacks, a tan and one brown).

With each dog that this pack had, I knew every single one of them. I turned to Brian baffled and he just grinned at me before nodding telling me that they were who I thought they were. I turned back around and the German Shepherd let out a bark. I then let instinct take over and ran as I cried out.

"Bucky!" He soon came running after me, as did all the other dogs barking and panting as they all ran down the hill towards me. "C'mon kids! Come on!" I proclaimed. Each dog was running as fast as they could but Bucky and the black and white husky Shasta were leading the pack. "C'mon kids!" Bucky let out some barks as he raced ahead of Shasta and we met half-way.

Bucky leapt with both paws to my shoulders knocking me down onto the ground.

"Ohh Buck. I can't believe it's you! Ohh look at you boy! Good boy Buck!" A second later Shasta came up to me whimpering happily as his tail wagged. "Oh Shasta baby boy look at you! Hi~ Hi baby boy~." Soon enough my entire dog pack was all up on me grunting and whimpering happily as they all began to tackle me, wanting my attention and love.

Now while you all know I've had Bucky and Sammy as the family pets for Jack and the kids. The other dogs have a different story. The two pitbull brothers that I had named Titan and Bear were rescue dogs when I was a part of an actual rescue mission with one of my animal charities in saving dogs from a Mexican dogfight.

Whenever I was free from touring and recording, I made sure they were well taken care of and even let them stay at my home for awhile before they were finally adopted by a good family.

My triple threat huskies Shasta, Maya (the grey and white) and Eevee (auburn) were actually Kelly's dogs. Shortly after she left for college, she wanted to fill her house with dogs so she adopted these three and very often when she would visit or we would visit her, these troublemakers were always there. Sweet and loveable but stubborn little buggers but I wouldn't take them either way.

The Labradors were also rescue dogs that I helped out. The black one Raider and white one Rowdy were just left abandoned tied up in the backyard of their owners homes. The owners had abandoned them and left them for dead in the hottest summer of the year. But thanks to my team we got them out, sheltered and good homes but I occasionally checked in on them since I couldn't let them go.

The brown lab Cleopatra and the other black lab Midnight were once stray dogs till my son Freddie found them and gave them some food and water. Since he didn't have the heart to turn them to the shelter he adopted them. They even started their own little family since Midnight and Cleopatra were mates together and had many puppies together.

And finally the beautiful Collie was Jezebel. Jezebel was something special because she was actually my nana's dog. I hadn't seen her since I was probably five years old, she was already an old girl growing up but from what I remember, she was so maternal with me.

Whenever my nana was busy with something, she knew she could trust Jezebel with me.

After giving every single dog my attention I finally managed to stand up and see all the dogs in my life standing in a row.

"Jezzy, Bucky, Sammy, Titan, Bear, Shasta, Maya, Eevee, Cleo, Midnight, Rowdy and Raider. I don't believe it. Good doggies. My lucky dog pack. I can't believe you're all here. How did you find them all?"

"I was out strolling wanting to observe the stars when I found Bucky and Sammy. They immediately recognized me and just came running right for me. Soon enough they brought me to meet the rest of the dogs you've known and rescued. I was surprised about the collie but I knew she wouldn't be among them if she wasn't a part of your family."

"Yeah, Jezebel was my nana's dog. I called her Jezzy cause I couldn't quite pronounce her name. She was like my guardian dog angel. Always maternal until she passed away of cancer when I was just 5 years old." I walked up to her and pet her head and she leaned up against me. "She even saved me from almost being attacked by a stray dog one summer."

"Well I'm very glad she did." Brian said as he walked up and stroked her head and she gave his hand a friendly sniff and lick.

"And you took care of all of them?"

"Well I'm an animal activist through and through. If Freddie takes care of every cat that comes to Heaven, I thought I should take care of the animals I've grown fond of, but also the animals my little protegee has taken on herself. As well as the family dogs." I smiled and Brian and thanked him with a hug and he gratefully hugged me back.

As the day drew to a close and nightfall came, the boys had escorted me over to the Heavenly Concert hall. If we want to look at it scale wise, imagine it as Wembley Stadium during the time of Live Aid back in 1985. We drove in a royal golden carriage fit only for her royal majesties themselves.

"Wow, it's just like Wembley stadium."

"It is in a way, but it can fit an infinite amount of people. Any and all are welcome to watch us perform." Said Deacy.

"And we won't need to do soundchecks or anything?"

"Nope. This is heaven darling. Up here everything works to the full capacity and capability. No have to worry ever again about sound checks or power outages." Freddie stated. Our carriage soon stopped at the back entrance and the doors magically opened.

I stepped out first followed by Deacy, Roger, Brian and Freddie. Deacy wrapped his arm around me and guided me into the building and the five of us followed the sign down to the basement level where the dressing rooms were.

And it was like they said, I saw dozens of stars with the names of so many artists and bands before and during my time. Elvis Presley, Janis Joplin, the Beatles, David, Elton, Led Zeppelin, REO Speedwagon, George Michael, Phil Collins, Bob Dylan, and everyone and anyone you could think of.

"And here we are darling, your dressing room awaits." Roger said as he stood before a red door with a golden star with wings on each side that read in bold black letters my stage name ROCK ANGEL. He opened it up and I was in awe.

Inside was a very large room filled with furniture, a huge makeup station with large mirror decored with lamplights around the perimeter of it.

On the left side of the dressing room were hundreds of different outfit's I've worn throughout the years. Everything was there on hangers along with some of the hats I wore, fedora's, cowgirl, and my famed flat caps of various different colors and styles.

While on the right; I could see just music instruments like the Red Special Brian had made for me up against a special holder up along the wall right by my makeup stand.

"Is this my....."

"Go on and have a look darling." I heard Freddie say in my ear.

"Okay. I finally have my own mall." I walked in and was just in awe at everything. It looked like heaven had taken my master bedroom from my first home I had after becoming the Rock Angel and just put it all here.

I walked inside and said.

"Ooo, very nice shoes." I pointed out on the shoe wrack seeing some of the styles of shoes I've worn. From combat boots, to Adidas', flats, and even the high-heeled boots that Deacy always wore during the 1970's.

"We're glad you like them darling. Why don't you go around that corner and press the black button along the dresser." Deacy said. I walked further in and reached a dresser and found the black button. When I pressed it, a couple of shelves slowly opened up revealing almost every pair of sunglasses I've always worn.

"Oh my god! I've missed wearing these." I picked up a pair of my ray ban black and gold framed sunglasses. "Didn't I make these look good?" I quickly turned to see the guys were gone. "Guys?"

"Over here love." I heard Brian's voice say. I walked towards the right to see my boys standing or sitting along some of the foot stools.

"Oh there you all are. Ohh nice amps." I couldn't help but see the amps up along the wall. "I—I'm just...." Before I could continue a remote was tossed over at me by Roger as he said.

"Before you even say anything else. Type in combination 2-1-2." I muttered the combination to myself as I pressed the numbers and soon the closet before us opened and soon revolving around were various guitars and bass guitars, shelves soon opened revealing several pairs of drumsticks each imprinted with my name on them.

I had no words.

"Umm....this is.....I can't—" I jumped back a bit as the top shelves suddenly opened revealing two different microphones. One was a basic black but it was bedazzled with red gems while the other one was pure gold with golden gems.

"Elton and I had a little hand of having your microphones designed." Said Freddie with a modest shrug.

"I mean....guys this is......unbelievable. And this is all mine?"

"Oh darling you should see ours. It's practically the entire mansion back home."

"Each star that comes here is given the full custom of what they've enjoy back on Earth. And since you've favored how you once had your rotating dressers back in 2011, it's all here for you but advanced into your instruments as well." Said Roger.

"And if anyone has any suggestion like if they're close to another artist, they can submit some suggestions of what should be in said artists dressing room." Brian spoke up.

"Aww you guys, I love you." I said as I came up to them and we got into a group hugged.

"We love you too (Y/n) darling. Now hurry up and get ready, the concert is about to begin." The boys left me to my own business. I walked up to my clothes rack and went through every style and decided that if I was to do my first concert in Heaven, I might as well wear exactly what I wore for my first concert as the Rock Angel.

After getting ready and doing my makeup the same way Freddie had done for me that day in Madison Square Garden, I picked up my Red Special and put it around my neck and left my dressing room.

"The Rock Angel is back." I looked up to see the boys standing across me in front of their dressing room, dressed to the T like they had at the they did at the Odeon theater Christmas Eve 1975. I smiled and said.

"Well look at you guys, it seems like only yesterday I was sneaking my friends into the house while Joanna and Graham were at their Christmas party just to watch you guys live at the Hammersmith Oden theater." I sassed.

"Thank you love, now c'mon time to head to the stage." Roger said. The lads cheered and I followed behind as we all walked back up the stairs and went through the corridors of backstage. Hundreds upon hundreds of artists were getting themselves ready to go up and perform.

I watched as the boys did their typical body warmups to get themselves pumped up when I felt a nudge at my arm.

"You seem quiet poppet, everything okay?" I looked up to see Deacy standing beside me.

"You said anybody whose anybody comes to see these shows right?" He nodded and I said solemnly, "Do....do you think my family, like my mum and dad know that I'm here now? That I'm here performing?" I felt him wrap his arm around my shoulder and he said.

"It's possible. Anytime a new artist or band comes here, it's fully announced far and wide throughout Heaven. So there's a good chance they might be out there in the audience."

"I hope so. I just want to show them what I've achieved, I want them to be proud of me."

"They are poppet. Just like we are." He embraced me in a one armed hug leaning his head against mine.

"I really have missed these moments between us Deacy."

"So have I. And I've got a hell of a lot of comforting to catch up on."

"Well now's a good start."

"Oi you two! Are we going to perform or not?" The two of us smiled as we heard Roger's voice cry out to us. My brother looked down at me and he said.

"C'mon, let's go do our thing." I nodded and we headed towards the guys.

*3rd Person POV*

Once again it was concert time. Every soul that had passed into heaven that was a fan of Rock and Roll or music in general came from far and wide to come to the concert of concerts, even bigger than the Earthly event that Live Aid gave the world.

Generations of artists and musicians that had come from around the world from many different backgrounds came to this very stadium to give the performance of their afterlives. Thousands, almost a million people poured into the stadium as the lights were flashing and doing their test run for each artist that would perform that night.

Soon Bob Geldof came onto the stage and everyone applauded for him.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome once again to the Heaven's Rock and Roll concert." Everyone applauded and cheered holding up signs of their favorite artists or bands that would be performing tonight. "It gives me great honor to announce that we recently were given a new arrival, but I won't give it away on who it is." The audience crowd because they wanted to hear who it was as Bob continued, "I'll leave that to the band who know her best. So without further ado I would like to bring up on stage the first band performance of this evening's festivities. These lads I knew personally and they helped make one of the biggest rock concerts even greater than I could ever imagine. These four individually talented young men rose to the stardom in the early 1970's before exploding into the worldwide phenomenon by the 1980's. Ladies and Gentlemen please bow before her royal majesties that is Queen!"

The crowd roared with applause as Bob left the stage and the stage grew dark. Soon the opening notes for "Now I'm here" began playing and everyone cheered louder as they began clapping in rhythm. Those who have seen and grew up seeing Queen live, knew exactly how to react and behave during a Queen concert and those who got to know Queen up here in heaven got a taste of what it would've been like had they seen them in person with all four of them up on stage.

Soon Freddie's silhouette and voice echoed through the speakers as he began to sing the song. When the song began to pick up, the lights on stage exploded as did fire from the sides of the stage as all four members of Queen were finally revealed to the crowd.

Freddie lead with the vocals and his mates and brothers backed him up on not only the vocals but their instruments, and ever the frontman he was, strutted the stage like it was his as his voice overpowered and reached out into the audience with a force unlike anything.

By the end of the song, Freddie proclaimed into the microphone.

"Thank you! Thank you, good evening everybody!" The crowd cheered as Freddie continued, "Oh it looks magnificent out there tonight. Okay my darlings, right now. Right now, we're going to take you for the first time ever we're taking you all to the battlefield. This is called Ogre Battle!"

The boys continued to play a few more songs like 'White Queen', 'Killer Queen', 'Bohemian Rhapsody', 'Don't stop me now' and 'Son and Daughter' included with Brian's famous guitar solo giving Deacy and Freddie enough time to change clothes for the next half of the performance. Freddie now wearing the famed black satin outfit with his chest exposed and diamond fingernailed glove as well as the chain glove on the other.

"Yes thank you, thank you very much. Featuring Brian May on guitar!" Brian took a bow as the spotlight shined on him and the crowd cheered. "Now then my darlings, as I'm sure everyone's heard we have a new arrival. A very special girl to all four of us. How would you all like to meet her?"

The crowd roared with applause and soon Roger began doing one single rhythmic beat. Hearing the beat made the entire audience clap in that single beat rhythm.

"She first rose to the spotlight in the summer of 1981. A bright, charismatic young woman whose music has touched the lives of millions. To us she wasn't a shadow of our fame, she was an equal partnership. The like of which we had never knew we could ever ask for. Ladies and gentlemen and everyone up in the balcony give it up for Heaven's very own Rock Angel, Mrs. (Y/n) Kline!"

From up on the catwalk above the stage, the silhouette of the Rock Angel herself came up and it appeared that she actually had angel wings sprouting from her back as she began the first verse of her famed song "Set it all Free".

By the chorus, the screen lifted up and she hopped off the catwalk and gratefully fell from the 10ft catwalk onto center stage playing her Red Special as her boys backed her up as they always did whenever they performed this song together.

And seeing the two artists perform together, Queen and the Rock Angel, the crowd was in pure excitement bouncing up and down and crying out the lyrics to the well known song that the Rock Angel's 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.

But none were more happy to perform once again than the artists that were on stage. It had been forever since it was the five of them together up on stage and they couldn't help but look at each other. As the guitar solo came up, it turned into a guitar battle between the Rock Angel herself and Brian May which got the crowd really pumped up.

By the end of the song, everyone was chanting out 'Angel! Angel! Angel!'

"Hello Rock and roll heaven how's everyone doing tonight!?" The crowd welcomed her with a roar of applause. "God I can't believe I'm here performing with my boys once again. And right now we'd like to bring out a special guest for this next number." She turned to Deacy who nodded and began playing his bassline for "Under Pressure" which got the crowd applauding louder.

"This man is a well-known legend and the birth of a true 'flamboyant' hard rocker. And a very close friend of mine." Freddie started.

"Six time Grammy award winner, 4 time Brit award winner, actor, musician. Everyone put your hands together for Mr. David Bowie!" (Y/n) proclaimed into the mic.

It was then Freddie and (Y/n) began singing the first part of the song as at the center stage a circular hole began to open and soon rising up onto the stage was David Bowie himself. He wore a royal blue suit with a black undercoat suit shirt as well as the business white shirt. A light blue tie and black shoes.

He soon began his line of the first bridge as Freddie and the Rock Angel backed him up. When the second part of the song came up after Freddie's little vocalization, David gave the gesture for (Y/n) to take the second part of the song. And as she always performed it, she would lowly sing in her alto range before suddenly belting out to the perfect volume as she would hold the note out for as long as she could letting the two legends back her up.

Just like the record Freddie and Roger softly sung the first part of the break, then David came in before (Y/n) belted out the why vocals before the song picked right back up. It was something that could only be seen in Heaven. Three legendary singers performing one song.

David Bowie, Freddie Mercury and (Y/n) Kline the Rock Angel.

The three lead singers stood side by side with each other with David on the left, Freddie in the middle and (y/n) to the right. The three in almost rehearsed synchronicity began to sidestepped across the stage as all three voices blended the bridge that it could give one an eargasm.

Agreeing with each other and knowing what she could do to close the song, both David and Freddie stepped back with (y/n) completely unaware as she just allowed the song to consume her.

At the final note, she let out a proud controlled belt that was first heard at Freddie's tribute concert and it almost seemed like the sun was rising as the stage was lit up in a heavenly glow as she held the note. The entire audience was in an uproar as they gave a standing ovation to the Rock Angel herself.

She turned around and saw the five older men smiling at her and applauding her for a phenomenal performance that they have missed so dearly.

The concert continued as Elton John soon came up on stage and together he, Freddie and (y/n) sang 'I'm still standing' a song that was personal to all three of them in some shape or form but they knew this was the perfect song for them all to sing.

After a few more Queen songs, with the allowance of their beloved Rock Angel since her set was about to come up after theirs, she allowed them to stay and be her band as she would perform her hit songs before the souls of Heaven.

Songs like 'Who I am', 'So good,' 'Bridge of light', 'Rock angel', her rendition of 'Somebody to love', 'We'll be together', and with her boys already up there with her they did a few more duets of Queen songs like 'Friends will be friends', 'Spread your wings', 'Fat Bottomed girls', and 'Jailhouse Rock'.

Finally their time was up and as 'God save the Queen' played through the speakers, all five of them stood side by side each other and bid the crowd a goodbye and thank you.

After watching several performances from backstage, and when the concert finally came to a close it was time for the after party. So just outside in the back a beautiful garden was set up with refreshments and plenty of drinks to fit everyone's needs and all the performers of the night came out to talk amongst one another and to celebrate another well-performed concert.

As well as to welcome their newest achievement.

*My POV*

Oh my god. That was a thrill rush, and now being here at the after party I saw literally everyone. Elvis, Janis, the Beatles, Little Richard, Elton, David, Hendrix, everyone in rock and roll big names were gathered around this beautiful garden.

As I went to go grab some water I felt a hand tap my shoulder and there stood John Lennon himself.

"So you are the famous Rock Angel?" I swallowed my water and was completely star-struck.

"Y-yeah I.....Mr. Lennon I....."

"Please call me John."

"Okay, John. Can I just say.....just between us that you were always my favorite Beatle out of the group."

"Coming from you that's a huge honor. And now I can finally rub it into Paul's face the bugger." I laughed and that's when I heard a female voice say.

"Alright let me at her, where is she?" And there donned with her famous fur coat, tall Russian-like hat and red circular shades was Janis Joplin herself. "And there she is. The one female rocker better than me." She spoke as she came up to me.

"Oh no Mrs. Jop—"

"Ah-ah. Mrs. Joplin is not my name. Call me Janis baby girl." I blushed and she wrapped an arm around me and said, "You know, you and I aren't so different kid."

"How so?"

"Well we both struggled in our families and personal lives, got together with some male rockstars to form a partnership before splitting off to have our freedom. The only difference is, is that I wish I had your strength. I decided to call it quits with heroin being my way to kick the bucket."

"You were someone I did look up to. I mean yeah you had your struggles, but hell you didn't take shit from no one. When conservative minds at the time wanted you to do it their way, you said....."

"'Fuck you. I'm doing it my own way!'" She finished off which made the two of us laugh. "Yah know something baby girl, I like you. Promise me for Lady's night you'll do a song with me?"

"It would be an honor Janis." She smiled and hugged me tightly.

"Alright my darlings, may we have everyone's attention?" Freddie's voice soon spoke up as he was now standing on top of a table. Everyone looked up and as the boys of Queen stood up front Freddie continued, "First of all magnificent show all of you. So cheers my lovely darlings." Everyone of us raised our glasses in the air saying 'cheers'.

"We'd also love to specifically say a wonderful show for our newest arrival," Brian spoke up. He turned to me and extended his hand out for mine. I took it and he gently pulled me up front so that everyone could see me.

"Our beloved Rock Angel herself, (Y/n) Kline." Roger spoke up as he smiled warmly down at me.

"To the Rock Angel!" Deacy stated as he raised his cocktail glass in the air.

"To the Rock Angel!" Everyone choired at me. I bashfully smiled and said.

"Thank you, it was an honor to see most of you perform tonight, and it was great to perform with someone of you once again after so many years. I hope I have the privilege to perform with every single soul here." I said.

We then raised our glasses once more and the mingling and partying continued long into the night.

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The Morning After The Night Before - Chapter 12 of Bacon Bits A William "Ironhead" Miller Fic

Pairing: Will “Ironhead” Miller x F!Reader

Notes – So this chapter has a small section from Will perspective so hopefully, it makes sense when you read it

Warnings - Smut, Oral M!receiving

Word Count: 3.3K

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As I started to wake up the first thing felt was the ache between my legs. The next was the arm that was wrapped around my waist. Will had his hand sprawled over my stomach. His breath was fanning the back of my neck. I then felt his half-hard dick resting against my arse. So I shifted back slightly and rocked against it. I felt Will’s breathing pick up on the back of my neck. Will then grabbed my waist to stop me.

“Morning.” He said in a voice laced with sleep. I hummed in return. He slowly slides his hand up and down my abdomen. I shifted and flipped to lay on his chest. Looking up I could see that Will hadn’t quite woken up yet. He looked good in the morning. Moving my leg I slide it over his groin.

“Morning to you too,” I said then leaned up to kiss him. “What time is it?”

“Early.” Will said while looking down at his watch. Slowly I moved my hand which had taken purchase in his chest to the middle of his abdomen. Looking up at him I slowly slid it down under the covers and to his rapidly hardening dick. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” I said while stopping just shy of his member. Looking up through my eyelashes I asked. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No but you don’t have too.” He asked.

“But I want to.” with that, I slide my body down his. I kissed my way down his body I reached the tufts at the base of his dick. Stopping there I slowly wrapped my hand around his now fully hard dick. Looking up I watched as Will’s face contorted in pleasure. He had his eyes closed and tilted his head back. Testing the waters, I pumped my hand a few times before stopping at the top and rubbing my thumb over the precum which had started leaking out. This caused Will to clench his hands into fists by his side. Taking it as a good sign I moved my mouth to cover his member and took it in. The salty taste is the first thing to hit me. As I took more of him I could hear Will’s breathing pick up as I used my tongue to press against the vein on the side of him. As I started to bob up and down, I used my hand to grip the part of him which couldn’t fit inside. As I picked up the pace Will started to buck his hips up to meet my movements. He took one of his hands which was by his side and gripped onto my hair. I slid my one free hand and cupped his balls.

“Ohh shit.” Will moaned out as I give him a squeeze. And that must have been enough because he came without warning down my throat. I could feel as ropes and ropes of his cum hit the back of my through. I continued to suck and lick him until he pulled me off him by my hair. Looking up at him I used my thumb to whip the excess cum and spit which had leaked out of my mouth. Placing my thumb in my mouth I sucked it clean. Moving back up to him I laid myself flat on his chest. Looking up at Will he was still blissed out from his orgasm.

“God, you are beautiful.” He said while sliding his two large hands up and down my back. Leaning down he kissed me on my forehead. I could feel him drawing circles over my hips and we laid there for a while. It was nice. Peaceful. Well, it was until someone knocked on my door.

“Y/N have you seen Will he isn’t in his room?” Benny asked from behind the door. Thankfully I locked it last night. Looking up Will gave me no help.

“I have no idea,” I said. “He might have gone for a run.”

“Maybe. I tried calling him but he didn’t answer. Well anyway, breakfast should be soon. We have a lot to do today.” He said before I heard him walked down the stairs. Looking up at Will I saw a slight smile on his face.

“You’re lucky I can think on my feet,” I said while moving to get up. Sliding off the bed I leaned down I grabbed one of the many pieces of clothes littering the floor. Sliding it over my head I got up. Just as I went to walk off, I held a hand slap at my arse. Looking back, I saw Will had moved to lay on his front with a large grin on his face. “You better work out how you're going to go on a run.”

“I’ll climb out the window. Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done it.” He said while pulling his boxers on. Walking over to the bathroom I started up the shower. Turning around I saw Will standing in the doorway. He only had his boxers on. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. So, I walked over to him.

“Penny for your thoughts.” I asked bring my hands to settle on his chest.

“I wanna keep this between us.” He said while gesturing between the two of us. “I don’t want to rush this.”

“Neither don't I. Last time I rushed it all went to shit.” I said while moving my hands to cup his cheeks. "We just keep it between us till we are comfortable."

Turning to look at the rapidly steaming up mirror I saw that Will hadn’t left any marks which I couldn’t cover-up. Lifting my shirt, I could see a few purple marks around my chest and on my hips. I should be able to hide those. Will moved to stand behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle pulling the shirt back down. He nestled his face in my neck. I could feel his bread scratching me. Turning my head to face him to look at him. He pulled me into a slow kiss. It was gentle and telling of the conversation. Of all the things unsaid at present. Pulling away Will rested his forehead against mine. Like he really didn’t want to break the little bubble that the two of us made in this room last night. Away from the world.

“I should go be for Benny sends a search party.” Will said. He moved to the main part of the room and put this shirt on from last night. Pulling the top, I was wearing off I could feel Will’s eyes on me. Looking over my shoulder I could see Will sat on the end of the bed doing up his shoes while looking at me. Flashing him a smile I opened the shower and got in.

Making my way downstairs I was meet with the smell of coffee and bacon. Frankie was at the hob making food while Lindsey was sat at the table with Benny. Grabbing a cup, I poured myself a cup of coffee. Moving next to Benny I grabbed the sugar out of the holder.

“Did you find Will?” I asked before taking a sip of my coffee.

“Yeah. He got back about 10 minutes ago. I think he’s gone for a shower.” Before I could say anything back a woman appeared from the stairs. She was still wearing her clothes from last night. She gave us all a small smile and went out the front. It looked like she had called herself a uber and got in. Looking over a Benny he held his hands up. The next thing we all saw was Santi walking down the stair. He had a big grin on his face. Behind him was Will. He had changed into a loss fitting shirt and shorts. His hair was still wet from his shower. He walked into the room and grabbed a cup of coffee.

“So it was you that made all that noise last night?” Frankie said. Looking over at Will as he choked on his coffee. Santi looked like a dog who just got the biggest bone.

“Well, she was a loud one,” Santi said while walking over to Frankie. Looking over a Will I saw a wash of relief take over his features. They were talking about Santi and not us. “But she very much enjoyed it.”

“He could of any anyone in that bar last night.” Benny said while patting Santi in the shoulder. “Will you should have come you might have gotten laid for once.”

Trying to hide the smirk as Benny slapped Will on the shoulder. I could see Will over the rim of the cup going the same and trying to ignore Benny. Looking across the table I saw Lindsey giving me the death stare. Mouthing “what”, she said nothing and returned to her breakfast.

“So Benny. What are we all doing today?” I asked.

“We are going up to one of the lakes that me and Will went to when we were younger. So, get your swimming costumes and be ready soon.” He said and then walked out. Frankie followed suit with Lindsey trailing behind him. Santi finished his coffee and went upstairs too. Which left just me and Will. I watched as he moved to stand next to me.

“That was close.” He said while leaning down to meet my ear. “For a second I thought he was talking about us.”

“We weren’t loud were we.” I asked looking up at him.

“I don’t think so. But I was a little distracted to think about how loud we were being.” He said in hushed tones. “But the amount of time I have slept in a room next to Santi it doesn’t surprise me that he was louder.”

“Remind me never to share a wall with him then.” I said while a slight laugh. Looking down and seeing that my cup was empty I put it in the sink and went to walk upstairs. I was stopped by Will grabbing my arm.

“Wear the red one.” He said with a smile. “The one you wore to the beach.”

With that Will let go and I went upstairs. Walking into the room I opened my suitcase. I know the exact swimsuit he was on about. Luckily, I chose to pack it. I nearly didn’t. Changing I wore the swimsuit with a hoodie and shorts over the top. Grabbing a bag I put some sunscreen, a towel, and few other bits.

Heading back downstairs I found Lindsey in the front room. She had a dress on over the top of what I could guess was her swimsuit. Hearing me walk in she looked up at me. She had a smirk on her face.

“What?” I said to her.

“So you and Will?” she said while walking over to keep her from shouting.

“Me and Will what?” I questioned. I knew where she was going but I needed to dance around this as best I could before she got suspicious. And as if sent by God himself the rest of the boys came barrelling down the stairs. They had all changed into shorts and shirts. Looking into the kitchen I could see Benny filling a cooler with ice and drinks.

Getting outside I saw Will climbing into the driver's seat of the same truck we took last night. Taking initiative, I jumped into the front and sat on the bench seat. I saw Will look over. Then Benny opened the door on my side and made me move over. So I was like the meat in a Miller sandwich. And with that, we set off. Looking in the rear of the truck I could see Lindsey was in the same situation as me. She was stuck between Santi and Frankie. Looking forward with a smile I reached and turned the radio on. It started to play rock music.

“Didn’t take you for a rock fan Will.” I said.

“Well, there is a lot you don’t know about me.” He said while looking away from the road. This cause Benny to scoff next to me.

Will turned into what looked like a secluded road. It looked a bit like the road Will had taken me the right previous. Looking out the front though I was meet with a huge lake surrounded by mountains. It was stunning. There was a small little pebble beach with grass surrounding it. Will stopped the car and Frankie pulled in beside us. Sliding out of the car I walked over to Lindsey to give her a hand with some of the stuff. Taking one of the big blankets in the bed of the truck I laid it out on the grass.

By the trucks

Will looked over and saw you stripped of your hoodie (well actually it was one of his) and shorts. He spotted the red fabric and had to readjust himself. It probably wasn’t his best idea to ask you to wear that, but he likes it. Frankie and Benny went over to the two of you to help set up the BBQ and set down the coolers. That left Will with Santi. See Santi wasn’t blind, he knows exactly what was going on between the two of you. The girl he brought home last night was quiet, he was covering for Will.

“So how long have you been sleeping with Y/N?” Will tried not to make a face. The question really caught him off guard.

“We aren’t.” Will studdered out. He thought the two of you were careful last night. "What makes you think that?"

“The two hickies you’re trying to hide under your shorts. The scratches on your back.” Looking down Will saw two small purple marks by the waistband of his shorts that he was now pulling up. He didn’t even know about the scratches. “And the two of you aren’t very quiet.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Will looked over to you. Lindsey was helping you put sunscreen on your back. He had been so careful not to leave any marks on you. “What made you sure?”

“You choking on your coffee his morning.” He said while giving Will a slap on the back. “I won’t tell anyone. You deserve this Ironhead. You deserve her.”

“But I don’t want to lose her.” Will said while looking up at Santi. He and Santi had always been close. Santi knew Will inner demons because he had the same. Will knew you wouldn’t leave like she did, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake that thought. Santi must have caught the look on Will’s face.

“You won’t. Have you seen the way she looks at you?” Santi said as he got the rest of the stuff. “Just be honest with her and let her in.”

With that Santi make his way over to everyone. He knew Santi wasn’t wrong that’s what scared him. He was scared that once he let you in. Full let you in he would hurt you. And that was his worst nightmare. This morning he didn’t want to leave you in that room. He wanted to just stay in bed and ignore the world. He pulled out of that though by the sound of you laughing. It was like honey. Lindsey had been chasing Frankie trying to get him to put sunscreen on. You were clinging onto Benny’s arm to keep upright. With that Will made his way over.

A few hours Later

After having some lunch me and Lindsey had decided to do some sunbathing while the guys had been throwing around a football. It was nice.

“Did I tell you that me and Frankie are thinking about having a kid?” Moving to sit up I looked over at Lindsey. She looked genially happy.

“Really.” I said.

“Yeah. We have been thinking about it for a while. Frankie’s shop is busier than ever, but he had guys which can do the work. And I’m not getting any younger.” Pulling Lindsey into a hug.

“What am I going to do at work. You’re the only reason I don’t miss things or forget things.” I said while pulling out of the hug.

“I will just have to show you. Just don’t tell the other. We want to keep it between us till we do.” She said while looking over at the guys. They were running about still. Will had the ball while Benny was chasing him.

“Your secret safe with me.” I said. Looking over at the guys I couldn’t see them. Wondering where they were me and Lindsey got up. Suddenly Frankie came running behind Lindsey and Will behind me. Just grabbed us and threw us over their shoulders. So I held on for deal life and they both walked over to the water. Behind us, I could see Benny and Santi. Benny was whistling and shouting at us. But Santi was just looking. He looked like he knew something. Before I could think Will throw me into the water.

“Frankie, I am going to kill you.” Looking over Lindsey was chasing Frankie out of the water. She wasn’t very quick but she was agile. Will on the other hand started to splash me.

“Ohh your on.” With that, I splashed with all the force I had. But Will had other ideas. He swam up to me and grabbed me by my hips. He pulled me out above the water and throw me. Landing in the water I resurfaced to find Will staring at me. He had the same look he had last night. It was a dangerous look. Thinking about the conversation this morning I swam to shore and out. If I had stayed I wouldn’t have been able to help myself. Grabbing one of the towels I watched as Will waded out of the water.

The air had started to cool down at this point in the day and Benny thought it would be a good idea to start a bonfire. Getting comfy I allowed the warmth of the bonfire to dry off my skin. It was nice. It was peaceful. It was good seeing all the guys in their element. They were chatting and laughing and telling stories. Making eye contact with Will I saw his features soften as he saw me. He mouthed “You good?” which I nodded in return. He smiled and turned back to the story Benny was telling us all about how the guys got stuck somewhere. I wasn’t really paying attention. I was looking at Will. He looked so carefree and calm. This was something I could get used to. Looking over I saw Santi get up and walk over to sit next to me.

“I know about you and Will.” He said in hushed tones. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me. All I wanted to say was that he really cares about you he just struggles to share that with people. I have never seen him like this. Not even for his ex-fiancé.” Santi paused. “All I know is that he would do anything for you. He deserves someone like you after everything he has been through.”

“And who is someone like me?” I asked curiously as to what he meant.

“You see his demons and aren’t scared of them.” Santi said while looking down at me. That thought stuck in my head. I had never been scared by Will and hopefully never would.

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