#ohh my god when he held the rock...

[gilliontidestriderchampionoftheu]

yeas i went into apotheosis knowing that peter dies and gets brought back to life yes im still crying after episode 12

[amandagardendee]

Confession Booth

I’m a whore for priests. I wanna bang John Ward from Faith so bad. Anyways, uhh, DO NOT READ if you’re not into priests, places of worship, mpreg, birth, etc.

Summary: a heavily pregnant priest gives birth in a confession stand. Enjoy.

A sinner. Matthew was a sinner. He had forgotten how it happened, but he had this huge belly to remind him it DID happen. He kept it on the down low: kept insisting it was just weight gain so no one would find it suspicious. That was until today.

Of course he didn’t see a doctor about it. Of course he didn’t know his due date. But he knew he needed to get out of there when he started having contractions during a sermon. The feeling of his stomach tightening was almost alien like. His words were cut off with a choked back groan as he gripped the stand, his knuckles going white. “Hoo…” he breathed softly, glancing down at his huge stomach, hidden beneath large robes. He ended the sermon early as he ran off as fast as he could (more like waddled). Contractions were coming faster and so was this baby.

“Hnngh! Gh!” He leaned against the door of a confession stand and groaned as a contraction ripped through him. As quickly as he could he got inside. “Oh, Lord… please— AGH!” He let out a yelp and flung his head back as fluids gushed out of his asshole, staining his clothes. Shit, was that his water?!

“Ohhh!” He fell back into the seat of the confessional, not bothering to hold back his moans anymore as he felt the baby’s head sitting in his rectum. Desperate, he undid his belt and black pants and pulled them down, spreading his legs as he felt more juices coming out. He heaved and pulled up his shirt, looking at his pulsing belly. Another contraction hit and he felt the urge to push.

“Hooooohh…” He moaned as he pushed down, feeling the baby move further into his ass. Desperate, he took out the cross necklace he wore around his neck and gripped it tightly in his fist. He situated himself onto his knees, cramped between the door and the chair as he clasped his hands together and looked up. “Oh, God, please- NGGHHN! I can’t- ohh…” He began to pray in broken words as he grunted and continued to push, spreading his legs farther apart on the ground. “My Lord- AH! S-Save me… Oh-“ He gripped the necklace tighter again as he felt his asshole widening to let the baby come out. He whined softly as he took a hand down to his ass and spread his cheeks, allowing the baby to move out easier.

“Oh, Jesus- HNNGGHH!” He gritted his teeth and bore down again, his tight asshole spreading more as he moved his other hand down to rub his belly, the beads of the neckless rubbing against his skin and the cold metal of the cross making him shudder. He panted as his eyes, still raises to heaven, began to water with the pain. His shaking fingers reached his asshole, where they could feel the head of the baby trying to make its way through.

“Please, Lord- Ple-“ He was cut off as another contraction tore through him, causing him to drop his cross as he flung his head back and loudly groan, both hands pulling apart his asscheeks as the baby spread him further apart. “Ohhh! Oh, God- Oh, God— No- please-“ He whined as he took off his robes and held them under his birthing asshole. He folded his arms over the chair of the confession stand and laid his head into them, his groans muffled as he rocked his hips side to side to help ease the pain in them.

He let out another low groan as he pushed, trying to spread his legs further apart but his pants around his ankles making him unable too. “Lord- Ah! Lord above, my God- I have sinn-NNGHH!” He bore down again, gripping the waistband of his pants as he felt the baby near crowning.

“Please- Fuck- It’s coming—“ He situated himself again and bore down, sweat pouring down his face as the baby began to crown. There was a pop than a gush of fluids that stained his robes as he finally crowned.

“Oh!” He yelped, feeling the head with his shakey hands. He whined soflty and muttered a soft prayer. “Lord- Lord, my God, forgive me- Nghh! For- using your house of worship for- GHH! s-such a sinful deed. Forgive- meee- Ohhhh!” He bore down again, the shoulders lodged against his asshole.

Panting and trembling, he desperately reached for his cross again that had fallen to the floor. But before he could reach it, a scream tore through his throat as his hands reached the babies head as the shoulders slipped out, along with the rest of the baby.

The poor priest gasped in relief as he caught the baby, wrapping her in the robes that were stained with his bodily fluids. He slumped against the door of the stand, panting as he looked at his pale, bloody, wailing baby girl and questioning everything in his life. Was this all he really got?

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The author of this captions decided to stay anonymous. Enoy!

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“Oooof… hand me the oil would ya son?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch spreading his legs and undid his belt and zipper to make room for his big heavy belly to rest in between. I handed him the coconut oil and watched as he took a hand full and rubbed the sides of his big achy stomach. He was 9 months along now with quads and was due any day now. “They get bigger and bigger by the day! I don’t know how much bigger i could possibly get.” He says as he slaps both hands at the sides of his big round oily belly and rubs in big circles . “Ooh oof ungh” he grunts and moans as the babies kick and protest at the pressure of his rubbing. “You should be due any day now. Need any help?” I offered. Truth be told I enjoyed watching him sit on the couch everyday unable to get up from the size and weight of his heavy and perfectly round gut that protruded so far that he had no choice but to let it rest in between his tired legs spread out wide. In the mornings he’d eat and engorge until his belly was tight and full. After all he was eating for 5. In the afternoon I’d sit and watch tv with him and sometimes when the quads were less active I’d rest my head atop his round firm stomach while rubbing his underbelly gently to lessen the pressure. I’d help him up and he’d waddle around the house holding his heavy belly from underneath and picking it up to lessen the weight. At night he’d sit in bed and rub his belly for hours to relieve the aches and stretching until he knocked out but today he needed my assistance to reach every inch of his big round achy belly. The quads were heavy, each weighing approximately 8 pounds. “Yes please! Ugh I can only rub so much myself. Please be gentle… ohh ooof… my belly is feeling especially heavy and sensitive today.” He held his under belly and picked it up to relieve the weight of it for a few seconds and then let go and as it plopped back down it jiggled and the babies again kicked and squirmed in protest. I took the oil in my hands and eagerly walked over to his immense gut. I started with rubbing his outie belly button and then went to the top of his mound and ran my hands up and down the middle of his big pregnant stomach. His moans and grunts are what I really wanted to hear so I ignored his direction about being gentle and rigorously rubbed the sides of this big belly with a moderate amount of pressure. It was softer than it looked so I was able to really get in there. “Ooohhh it hurts… ugghh… but it feels so good…don’t stop…. keep rubbing… ohhh the babies hate it…. ohhh wow ughhhng” he moaned and grunted in pain and pleasure. I enjoyed rubbing this big ball of a belly until his tight skin absorbed all the oil. “How was that?” I said as I gave the last rub and took one hand away and gave him a couple pats in the middle of his belly followed by a playful slap at the top of his ginormous ball gut. “That felt amazing. But… ooof..Babies didn’t like it from the looks of it” the quads kicked and made his belly bounce and sway and jiggle. "Ahh! Oh! Ooof… oh… I think it’s time" he screamed in pain as he held his now tightening ball gut. “Time for what !? They’re coming? Was I too rough???” "I don’t know but I feel my belly tightening up! Ahhh!“ He roared in agony. I didn’t know how to deliver! Wtf was I supposed to do? So I stripped his pants off and helped him lay down on the carpet. He held his big belly and clenched at the side and under of his giant mound in pain. His belly was tightening up. I gave it a quick poke and it was hard as a rock. Suddenly I heard a gush of liquid. His water broke. “Help me!!! Tell me when to push! Oh god please son you’ve gotta deliver the quads!ahhh ohhh..! ” he screamed. I took a look and could see the first head crowning. “You’re crowning! Push! Push now! Hard!” "I can’t! It’s too much pressure it hurts!“ So I helped him push. I pressed down as hard as I could on his big hard stomach full of life until I could feel the first of the babies. I helped push them all out one…by…one.

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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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[sissyndfw]

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.

[starchildren220]

I'll Miss You

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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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~The Price~Chapter 12~

Moodboard made by @badwolf-in-the-impala none of the pictures are ours

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Warnings: Smut

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Taddie stared up at him, blinking a few times before her lips parted with a soft inhale, her hand dunking under the water. Taking his, she guided it down and between her legs, pushing it past her waistband. “I want you to touch me.”

“As you wish, kitten.” Thatcher growled back at her. He crushed his lips to hers as he dragged her panties off, pulling them out of the water in a soaking ball, tossing them away. Taddie gasped as the warm water met her exposed sex and washed over it. She let out a soft moan and tugged at his arm, trying to guide it back down. He quickly plunged his hand back into the water. Taddie’s head tipped back with a sigh as his fingers stroked over her folds, quickly finding her clit and circling it with his thumb. His head ducked down, licking at the water droplets on her neck before sucking a kiss to her skin, leaving a trail up to her jaw. She let out a loud moan and gripped his arm and shoulder as he said, “Good girl. Moan for me, Princess. Gud, I’ve been dying to hear what you sound like when you come.”

“Thatcher-God. Please make me come.” She panted as he teased her entrance before pushing his finger inside her, pumping slowly. Taddie moaned and pushed her shoulders against the wall, pushing against him as she rocked her hips against him. Thatcher slid his hand to the back of her head, curling his fingers around the roots to control her head, moving it around as he licked the water from her face and neck, adding a second finger and curling them inside her as he sped them up. Taddie gasped and moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders as she whimpered.

“Easy, Princess. Easy…” Thatcher cooed in her ear. He slowed his fingers and  kicked his legs to make them drift along the wall until his toes hit bottom, then the balls of his feet. Once he got a good stance, he rushed through the water to pin her to one of the steps. Taddie gasped and felt around to grip the metal rails that ran alongside her, staring up at him with large, pleading eyes, as he pressed his hand against her stomach and rocked her hips as he pumped her rapidly. “That’s my girl, look at me and just relax…Oh, you’re gonna come soon, aren’t you? You are. I can feel your pussy squeezing around my fingers…Fuck, Princess, you feel so good-So soft and slick…I wonder how wet you were before I started touching you.”

“V-V-Ve-Ve-Very--Thatcher-Oh!” Taddie arched her back, stabbing her breasts out of the water and into the air as she came against his hand, hard, and moaning his name. Thatcher held her against him, half lifting her out of the water as his fingers jackhammered inside her, riding her through her orgasm. As she went limp, Thatcher sunk back down into the water and cradled her against him, his thumb stroking her throbbing clit, slowly, as his fingers slowed to a stop and withdrew from her. Panting and with her head slowly turning from side to side, as she moaned out, “Don’t-D-Don’t stop, Thatcher. Please, don’t stop.”

“Not until you tell me to, kitten.” Thatcher growled against her neck, sucking light marks into her skin. Taddie pushed her fingers into his hair and moaned, rocking against his hand as he continued to stroke her clit. Kissing up to her lips, he sealed them together before he muttered against them, “Come for me again, Princess. It sounded so sweet--By the fuckings gods, I can’t want to hear what you sound like when my cock fills you up. Tiny little thing, you are.”

Taddie cried out, softly, then whimpered as she clung to him, planting her hands on the sides of his face, turning him to face her, smashing her lips to his. He kissed her back, pushing his tongue through to war with hers as he slipped his fingers back inside her, pumping her to push her over the edge, tumbling into another orgasm. She broke the kiss and moaned out his name, arching against him, rubbing her chest against his.

“Th-Th-Thatcher...O-Ohh…” Taddie panted as he pulled his hand from between her legs and to her hip. He trailed his nose along her jaw as he held her against him, walking back until he was fully standing, but they were still under water. Her lips found his and she sighed, pleasurably, as she clung to him in the water. She giggled into the kiss before he broke it and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead to his. She panted softly, swallowing hard as she tried to catch her breath. Thatcher kicked off the bottom and they floated into the deep end, suspended together in the water. With a soft giggle, Taddie shook her head and breathed, “Holy shit…Um, alright, then?”

“Still want to go swimming? Or is it bedtime now?” Thatcher asked, opening his eyes to look at her. Taddie gazed back at him and she bit her lip as she pulled back. “If all you want me to do is touch you, I will. We’re not having sex until you tell me to go that far.”

“I’m ready to go to bed.” She breathed, softly. He nodded and nipped at her lower lip before he growled out, “Good girl…Now, you’re going to get out of the pool and wait for me to bring you a towel, or you may follow me.”

“Naked?”

“That’s fucking right. So I can come back and see every beautiful inch of you…We’d sleep naked every night, if I had my way.” He murmured against her skin. He pressed a heated kiss to her lips before he released her and turned her toward the stairs, giving her a light push. Taddie giggled softly and swam back to the steps, Thatcher behind her. His hands slid over her legs and cupped her ass as she got out, Taddie giggling and swatting at him, tossing a look over her shoulder at him.

Once they got out, Thatcher pulled her closer for another passionate kiss, then let her go to walk around the pool, to a small, wicker ottoman, opening the top and pulling out a large, fluffy, white towel. Taddie shuffled to the corner as she pushed her fingers through her wet hair, pulling it over her shoulders and letting her hands slide down her wet, naked body. He unfolded the towel as he walked back, opening it and spreading out his arms for her. She turned and backed into him, Thatcher closing his arms and the towel around her, nuzzling into her cheek. Taddie giggled and leaned into his touch, shifting the towel down under her arms and tucking it around her. She turned to him and kissed him, deep and slow, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

Thatcher broke the kiss and took two giant steps back, catching her hands and pulling her along with him. He snagged a towel for himself as they walked out of the pool room, drying himself off as they went. Taddie went to her closet once they reached the bed, opening it and grabbed a smaller towel she’d brought with her, gently plopping her hair with it to dry it a little more. Thatcher absentmindedly folded the towel as he watched her drop both towels, then turn to go through her clothes. A wicked smirk crossed his face before he rounded the bed and crowded her against her closet, gently grabbing her hands to stop her. Taddie gasped and stilled for a moment, then leaned back against him with a soft sigh.

“I want you naked tonight…Will you do that for me, Princess? I’ll wear my boxers if it makes you comfortable…But, please, my love, let me have all of you tonight.” Thatcher purred into her damp hair, sliding his hands over her body, her hands wrapped around his arms as her breath hitched. He laid a trail of hot kisses across her neck as he let out a soft groan against her skin. Taddie tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder as she let him sway them from side to side, then she said, “Yes, Sir…”

Thatcher buried his face into her skin with a deep groan, then sunk his teeth into her shoulder before he gave her ass a smack, making her cry out, softly. Releasing her, Taddie turned to him and he brought her closer, smashing his lips to hers in a heated, needy kiss. As she moaned softly into it, Thatcher broke the kiss, keeping his lips on hers, as he whispered, “Get in the bed and wait for me. Touch yourself if you want to-Hmmm…What a sight that would be to come back to…But you don’t have to, kitten. Just wait for me.”

Taddie nodded and said, “Yes, Sir…Don’t keep me waiting long.”

His lips curved into a smirk before stealing another kiss and giving her ass another, lighter smack. She bit her lip and gripped his hips until he pulled away, stopping at his closet to grab a fresh, dry pair of boxers. As Taddie turned to get under the blankets, Thatcher had quickly changed, tossing the wet boxers into the hamper as he rounded the bed, going to the kitchen. Taddie sat back, watching him leave, then chewed her lip as a smile broke across them. Her hands curled around the blankets as she shifted her legs, feeling the ghost of his fingers still inside her, and needing to feel them again.

Taddie desperately wanted to give herself over to him and spend the night wrestling with him between the sheets, but she forced herself to wait. Despite being acquainted with him for the last several months, she still felt like Thatcher was more or less a stranger, just one she was comfortable with now. She’d continue with their night and fully intended on letting him make her come more than one more time, but that was where it stopped, at least for now. Tomorrow, she went back to work and had to somehow lie to her entire team about this and continue on with her life. She felt that taking this small period of time to feel good about herself for once, no matter how fleeting, was her consolation prize, at least.

Her thoughts were thankfully interrupted as Thatcher appeared by the bedside, two mugs in hand, one he set on the nightstand, the other he handed to Taddie. She took it with a sweet smile, bringing the cup to her nose and sniffing it. Thatcher crawled on next to her with a chuckle, picking up his cup and taking a small sip. 

“Try it. It’s a tea we drink in Sweden-Very popular, we get it shipped from home.” He said, sliding his hand over her thigh, watching her glance at him as she blew over the steaming beverage, then take a small sip. She gave a small jump, mostly from the near scalding water, but also from the explosion of flavor. It was hard for her to separate and describe it, but she knew it was delicious and didn’t care how hot the water was, taking another small sip. With a light laugh, he asked, “Do you like it?”

“Mm-hmm--It’s really good. Far too hot, but it’s good.” Taddie said, scooting closer and snuggling into his arm, sliding her around his with a sweet smile. Thatcher chuckled and leaned down to press a slow kiss to her lips, then brushed his nose against hers. She rested her chin on his shoulder, smiling up at him as she cradled the mug to her chest.

“Did you want to watch a movie? I can turn off the music.” He asked, his hand drifting over her legs, his long fingers massaging her thighs, lightly. She shook her head and said, “No, but can we change it? Something less clubby? Turn it down, like…S-Set-Set the mood?”

“Yeah? Alright, love.” He said with a small smirk. He stole another kiss before getting out of the bed and moving around it, going to the second nightstand and grabbing the remote, pressing a few buttons and the music changed to smooth rock sounding jazz. It was such an odd fusion, Taddie assumed he had personalized all his music, being a musician himself. Leaning a hand onto the bed, he reached for Taddie’s mug and took it, setting it on the nightstand before he crawled on and to her. Her hands slid over his arms as he descended on her for a deep kiss, his own hands gripping her hips and tugging her down beneath him. After she gave a small squeak, she nuzzled into his cheek as he kissed down her neck and across her shoulder as he muttered, “Tell me what you want, kitten…I have many ways of pleasing you.”

“Is that so? Such as?” She cooed back, pressing light, sweet kisses to his cheek and jawline as he pulled back, a wicked smirk crossing his face. Her lower lip slid between her teeth as she gazed up at him, sliding her hands down his chest.

“Are you leaving it up to me? You need to use your words, Princess…” He rumbled down at her. She nodded and swallowed hard as she said, “Yes. B-But…But don’t--N-No tying or--”

“No, no, kitten. Just toys tonight. Lay back and relax like a good, little girl. I’ll make you feel good, baby girl.” He said, brushing his lips over hers before stealing a heated kiss then breaking away to dig through the second drawer of the nightstand. Taddie’s chest heaved in anticipation as she watched him rummage around and pull out several things, laying them on the bed. A shocked gasp escaped her throat as she stared at all manner of sexual toys he’d laid out, making him laugh, softly. A rose, a bullet vibrator, a larger vibrator, a smooth and shiny egg that was connected to a remote, even a goddamn dildo. Regret suddenly washed over her, accompanied and started by her anxiety, but it was brief, as her lust quickly overrode it and filled her. “Take your pick. Let’s start with two tonight…Ease you into things.”

Taddie shot him a look and said, “I’m not a virgin. I’ve used toys before. I-I just…Was not expecting that. Whatsoever.”

Thatcher snickered softly as he watched her pick up the rose and inspect it, suspiciously, prompting him to say, “They’re brand new. I, um, I kind of…Hoped?”

“Why did you buy so many? What were you hoping for exactly?” Taddie asked, looking up at him and raising a brow at him, a small smirk on her lips. He chuckled and leaned closer to ease his lips over hers.

“That you’d at least let me find out…Which you are--I believe I told you to lay back?” Thatcher growled at her. A light moan caught in her throat and she nodded, gripping the rose in her hand as she eased herself back against the pillows, watching as he scooped up everything but the dildo, making her eyes go wide as she stared at it. He quickly put everything away, closing the drawer, before he climbed onto the bed and tugged her closer.

“Thatch-” His name was cut off as his lips sealed over hers in a passionate kiss. She dropped the rose and pushed her hands over his arms, to his shoulders and over. Slowly, he tugged the blankets away and knee’d her legs apart before inserting himself between them. The kiss deepened as their tongues stroked over the other and she moaned in need. Her hands drifted down his chest, to his hips where she gripped, trying to rub against him.

“Ahh-ah-ah. Hands off. This isn’t about me, baby girl.” Thatcher rumbled at her, tugging her hands away and gently pinning them above her head before dragging his hands down her arms. Taddie sighed as her eyes fluttered closed, letting her body relax, slowly. As Thatcher kissed his way down her neck and across her chest, he muttered against the sides of her breasts, “Good girl--You’re such a good girl for me, Taddie. Can you reach the headboard?...Yeah? Hold onto the bars, don’t let go until you come.”

“Mm-hmm…Hmph-Y-Ye-Yes, Sir…Thatcher-” Taddie gasped, softly, feeling his fingers between her legs as her fingers found the slim metal rods that made up the middle of the headboard, gripping tight. One hand slid up from her hips, covering a breast as he fondled it, brushing his fingers over her nipple as he kissed lower, across her stomach and smothering her scar in kisses and soft caressing strokes of his fingers. She shivered and surprised herself as she felt her lips tug into a smile as he touched and kissed the scar, arching against him, slightly.

Moving on from the scar, he kissed over her hips and pulled his hands down to press into her thighs, then drag his fingers to her center as he kissed over her mound. Her breath hitched in a gasp as he flicked his tongue out at her clit, then steadily stroked it over her it until she moaned and squirmed around beneath him. The sweet, soft sounds she was making was enough to send Thatcher over the edge, but he held himself together as he slipped his fingers inside her, pumping her slowly. Taddie’s hips bucked as she cried out, softly, then sighed as she rocked her hips against his face.

“Gud, du smakar så sött, Prinsessa-So fucking sweet and dripping for me…” Thatcher growled against her as he sped up his fingers with a groan. Taddie whimpered and moaned as she rolled her head from side to side, slowly rocking her hips back and forth in time with his fingers.

“Fuck--I love it when you speak Swedish and French, Thatcher. It’s so goddamn sexy.” Taddie moaned. With a wicked snicker, Thatcher buried his face in her as his Swedish was muffled, but the sound rumbled through her and his tongue brushed against her clit until she cried out and came against his face and on his fingers. Thatcher groaned against her, licking up all her juices before he kissed up her body and captured her lips with his. Taddie moaned into the kiss and released the bars, wrapping her arms around his neck. “More-Please-Thatcher--Fuck…”

“My Princess is so needy. Yes, my love, I’ll give you more. Are your ready?” He purred against her skin, reaching out to feel around for the dildo. He wrapped his fingers around it, dragging it closer and flipping it around in his hand as he panted against her neck, still pumping his fingers inside her. Taddie’s head bobbed up and down as she nodded, furiously, spreading her legs wider for him as she whimpered out his name. She pushed her fingers into his hair, curling around the strands as he dragged the dildo down her stomach and pulled his fingers from within her. He sat back, forcing her to pull her hands back, dragging her nails down his chest as she gazed up at him, panting softly. He lifted his fingers, slick with her juices, to her mouth and slipped them in as he pressed the tip of the dildo to her entrance.

Taddie’s eyes went dark as she suckled on his fingers, licking them clean of herself before he pulled them out and pressed his hand just under her breasts, lightly. Thatcher’s eyes slid over her, taking her in; Naked, sweating, and wet, wanting even more from him. He saw the lust on her face and in her eyes, surprised to feel a twinge of disappointment in his chest, but he wasn’t sure why. The woman beneath him wanted him, maybe more than he wanted her, and he had her close to begging for him in any capacity. Then it suddenly dawned on him-He didn’t want to see the lust for him in her eyes, he wanted to see the need for his love in her eyes. Still, he was going to give her what she wanted.

“Please, Thatcher.” Taddie breathed, rolling her hips, almost willing the member into her. His lips tugged into a wicked smirk at her plea and decided it was enough-He’d make her beg for his cock instead-Then slowly pushed the dildo inside her, both of them gasping as it slipped right in and making Taddie moan.

“Ohh, fuck, kitten…Are you kidding me? You take this so well…I can only imagine how easily you’ll take my cock.” He groaned against her neck, nipping behind her ear before sealing his lips over hers and steadily pumping the fake cock in and out of her. Taddie gasped and moaned into the kiss, struggling against him as he quickly gathered her wrists in his hand, pinning them to her chest and her to the mattress. He grunted and groaned into her mouth as he rocked his hips against the base of the rubber dick, both of them imagining him inside her.

Breaking the kiss, Taddie let out a loud cry, then moaned before she panted out, “Oh, God-Oh, God! Th-Tha-Thatcher, f-faster, baby, please. Please, Sir, please-Please--Hmph…”

“Fucking hell, baby girl--Keep begging. It sounds so sweet--By the fucking gods, you have me so fucking hard right now.” He growled back at her, speeding up the dildo as he dropped his lips to her neck, sucking more marks before moving onto her shoulder. Taddie let out soft grunts and whines of pleasure as her orgasm blossomed over her, twice, before she blinked her eyes open and tugged at his hold on her hands, momentarily forgetting where she was and what was happening.

“Thatcher-Please-” She begged, the arousal gone from her tone and her fear rising. He quickly released her hands and she let out a relieved sigh, snaking one arm around his neck, the other under his arm to grip his shoulder from behind. Her awareness returned and she kissed up his neck, burying her nose and mouth into his cheek, panting. “I-I’m-I��m gonna come…Sir, please--”

“Come for me, min söta.” He demanded, the roughness in his voice making her shiver and moan, arching off the bed with a light cry before collapsing back and going limp aside from a few leg spasms and her hips bucking a few extra times as she panted. Thatcher groaned against her shoulder before kissing up her neck, to her lips, and sealing them to his in a passionate kiss. Taddie’s hands slowly fell from his shoulders, down his chest and to his hips where they gripped, lightly. “Ma belle fille. Mon précieux petit truc--You’re fucking perfect, Taddie. I can’t fucking wait to be inside you, Princess…Are you okay? Are you sore?”

“I’m-It-I-I’m, um…Hi. Yeah-Wait-N-Ye--What?” She panted, letting out a soft giggle. Thatcher laughed and pulled the dildo out of her as he pressed a deep kiss to her lips. Taddie giggled and kissed him back as she pushed a hand into his hair. “I’m-I’m okay. I’m-Fucking hell, I’m more than okay.”

Thatcher chuckled and kissed across her cheek before he sat back with a soft groan and got off the bed. Taddie closed her eyes with a sigh, letting her fingers drift over her body, shooting awareness and pleasure down to her clit, still pulsing from its hood. Thatcher cleaned off the dildo, quickly, tucking it back in the drawer before he slipped back on, easing himself down beside her and shifting the rose between them. He eased his arm under her neck and pulled her closer, rolling her toward him and tilting her head back to press his lips to hers. She kissed him back and let out a deep, pleasured sigh as she pushed his hands up his chest.

“Turn around, kitten. Close your eyes.” He whispered, sliding his hand over her side to shift her. Taddie let out a tired sigh then shifted around until she’d turned her back to him, then Thatcher snaked his arm under her neck, across her chest, dragging her back until she was flush against him. She let out a soft gasp, then slid her hands over his arm, pressing kisses across his skin. Thatcher nuzzled his nose into her hair as he flipped the rose around in his hand, getting a good grip with his thumb over the button, then slid his arm around her hip, pushing her legs apart. “Just relax, love. When you’re too sensitive, tell me to stop.”

“Yes, Sir.” She breathed, curling her leg over his hip as he rubbed the top of the rose against her folds and clicked the button. It began moving and he shifted it up, fingering around to feel for her clit, then slid the center of the rose, over it. She let out a soft moan and gripped his arm as she felt his hot breath at her ear, panting softly.

At first, he muttered in French, then Swedish, before switching to English as he cooed out, “-I’m going to pamper you and spoil you so bad. Anything you want, is yours. You’re my princess, my queen. Precious, beautiful, little thing. You’re mine, Taddie. No one else is ever going to touch you. Only I get to touch your pussy, only I get to kiss your lips and suckle your breasts. God-I can’t wait to fucking bury my cock inside you and make you come. I can’t wait to feel the velvet pussy around my cock, pulsing and spasming the way you do when you come…”

Taddie moaned and whimpered as she squirmed around in his arms, panting as she pushed his hand from the rose, taking it in hers, then guiding his fingers inside her. Thatcher groaned against her, tightening his hold around her as he pumped her slowly. “Yes-Yes-Ohh, my God, Thatcher--Baby, yes. Faster, please.”

“Come now, Taddie. Come for me, kitten. Let me feel you again.” He panted in her ear, groaning out her name. Taddie whimpered and moaned, arching against him as her mouth dropped open with a long, drawn out moan. She came against his hand, hard, making him sink his teeth into her neck, gently, lifting her off the bed, lightly as his fingers pistoned inside her. When she went limp, her hand dropping from his arm and dropping the rose from her clit, Thatcher pulled his hand from her, picking up the rose and carefully pulling his arms from around her. He reached for more tissues, wiping the rose off and setting it on the nightstand before stopping the music and turning on the white noise before he turned back to her, licking his fingers clean of her with a smirk.

Taddie sighed and felt around for a pillow, wrapping her arms around it as she half rolled onto her stomach with a light moan. Thatcher slid his hand over her backside, slipping his hand between her thighs to pull her back and wrapped his arms around her. She slid her hands over his arms, kissing over one, as she mumbled, “Thank you. Thank you, Thatcher…Mmm-My God, promise you’ll do that every night? Fuck-Talk about putting my ass to sleep.”

Thatcher let out a bubbled up snicker, rubbing his palm over her hip before he sent his fingers out over her stomach, drifting over her scar. As she shivered, Thatcher nipped at the shell of her ear before he said, “I’ll make you see stars anytime you want, Princess. How do you feel?”

“Mmm-” Was all she offered him as his drifting fingers quickly lulled her to sleep, her hands slowly falling from his arms. Thatcher chuckled and gave her a tight squeeze before tugging a blanket from under them, tucking it around them both before he settled himself against her, soon slipping to sleep as well.

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Ohh god, i can't just move on from that response im so back! I love info dumps, and boy do you deliver 😭🙏

Okay, the previous draft you had for the girls are fighting is so big brain, and honestly as a concept goes waaay too hard! But I see how it would look awkward in practice. You know, i really like that we can see Tetsu's face i think that was a good move, and it really does carry forward. I mean this is a moment that lowkey shaped the way Yusuke views Tetsuya and the Usagi at large (and arguably himself).

I kinda feel like your original idea still comes through though. I may be talking out of my ass, but hear me out: to Yusuke, Tetsuya exists as a living symbol of the Usagi. Having Tetsu literally stand above Yusuke places him in a weak submissive position, he's completely helpless and is being fully judged in what's probably one of his weakest moments. In Yusuke's mind, he IS being judged by the Usagi. We're literally watching Yusuke be turned away by THE symbol of the usagi. 

and by his brother…

It's almost biblical dude. And i think THATS why the outside framing hits. This is an incredibly intimate moment that feels…wrong to watch. The scene around us is practically Begging the audience to turn our gaze and spare Yusuke the embarrassment of being watched. but we still choose to push those bushes aside and take a peek…

i think you really nailed the vibe. and this is the OPENING CHAPTER??? this goes criminally hard, Rhin need to be LOCKED UP for this 😭

and…about the paws.

I feel youuuuuuu, the rabbits are so fluffy and soff i neeeeed to touchhhh. Im in the corner of a room rocking back and forth with my arms around my knees thinking about fluffy bunnies. 

I LOVELOVELOVE the rabbit shapesss, im gonna talk about it every time!!!! the paws, and their rabbit feet?? And their twitchy wittle wabbit noses 🥺🥺 their ears are probably sooo soft…just like…imagine how supple the skin under their ears are. I might explode.

two sexy furry-adjacent OCs getting dirty in the sheets? AWOOGA BARK BARK AWOOOOOO!!! and tetsu reaching for that cake?? honestly same, Toshi’s a baddie 😭🙏 but like…it's Genuinely a really pretty piece. i'm not educated enough on this stuff to really put what I'm thinking into words, but it really does look good, kudos!

IM LOVING H&H. I’m such a big fan of your stuff and i'm definitely on the H&H train 💗🙏 

anyways, as always thank you for sharing ur rabbits (and hares) i love the RRCU and i'm having so much fun watching you and Rhin play with the dolls!! There's so much to talk about, and i wish i had the brain power to do so 😭 but trust me, I'm seeing everything you guys put out and I'm having a ball!!

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WAAAAHH I love your take on that chapter and the illustration!! You're so right. At the time, Kyouhei (their dad) was still holding the Usagi-sama title, so in a sense they were both being held against the wall, but as future Family Head, Tetsuya had to make a decision to stand for the Usagi name. Regardless, Yusuke had always seen Tetsuya as a role model more than anybody else, and being rejected by their father didn't hurt nearly as much as being rejected by him. They're brothers, but they're twenty years apart and Yusuke spent much of his childhood at his house and under his care, so Tetsuya has practically been a father to Yusuke too, more so than Kyouhei was. You might have noticed we actually tend to refer to Tetsu as his brother-dad sometimes hgfgjh you'll be seeing more of that in the latest Sword Lifted chapters.

And also I agree with you! Chapter 1 goes criminally hard, it's so so poignant and still makes me absolutely insane, it actually hasn't changed significantly from how it was back in December 2023 when it was first written and most family lore was in progress/very vague. Fun fact, what is now Chapter 1 of a 45-chapter fic was actually a little one shot thing Rhin had meant as a gift for me, after a sudden collective episode of insanity and me drawing their Apoc Miyamoto (now Yusuke) with my own rabbits Yuki and Jojo.

Check out my genuine reaction:

There was plenty of screaming, plenty of "OHMYGOSH THEY'RE RELATEEEDDDD", plenty of gushing about each other's characters, plenty of lore-adjusting and giggles about there being two Jotaros, and before we knew it we had a whole plot staring at us in the face. At the time, Rhin had been meaning to write something about their version of Usagi in the Good timeline, where he was not Leo's partner but Kenichi and Mariko's. All of that converged into the RRCU as we know it today!

The reason we're each taking care of a different "timeline" is merely that Leo's established partner in each of our canon verses (Run O' The Mill Verse and Covetverse) was different, as well as other stuff going on with the Hamatos, so in Run O' The Mill Rabbit, Leo ends up as Yuki's partner, whereas in Covet (the Good one), Leo's partner is a human named Juan, and in Soft Apoc (Covet's Bad one) Resistance Leader Leo is dating an older, rugged Yusuke who goes by the name of Miyamoto. That means in the Covetverse, and by extension SL, Yuki's romantic partner is Cooper the dog instead. It's an adjustment that just needed to happen, BUT! Save for a couple of events, the canon lore of the Usagi family remains consistent and exactly the same. In fact, everything that's been written so far in H&H and everything we know about Yusuke's life before meeting Yuki at the bar, including the Girls Are Fighting scene, happens in exactly the same way. The timeline thing adds a big element of fun because Rhin and I can both build from the same lore but still surprise each other about how things happen and do it our own way, hehehe~

Man, now you got me infodumping about timelines and stuff- It's a bit confusing, I know! But there's really not that much of a difference when it comes to the rabbits, they're the same characters in just slightly different circumstances. H&H will only diverge from SL's canon in its very last chapter, and I'll add a little note about it when that happens. ANYWAY! That was all to say that SL's chapter 1 went criminally hard for a REASON! It was meant to be a standalone thing to narratively cement the connection between all our characters, and I hold it forever like the freaking treasure it is!

Moving on to paws/feet, I LOVE drawing them, and in fact I love it so much that I keep drawing my characters barefoot even when it would make a lot more sense for them to wear shoes dfjghjhh in fact Rhin often writes them wearing and taking off their shoes and in my art I always gracefully ignore the shoes, apologies for that! Other times I'll put sandals on them, or otherwise shoes that leave their toesies free, which is honestly hilarious but also HAVE YOU WATCHED ZOOTOPIA?? They know what I'm talking about. We deserve to see their cute giant feet and I'll stop now before I get pointed at-

Actually hold on, that "tetsu reaching for that cake" made me cackle jdfgjdjkg HE DOES LOVE SWEETS okay I stop now

Always and forever thank you for the interest you show and for these wonderful comments, it TRULY makes us bounce off the roofs every time! I often find myself posting stuff and wondering "what Sunny will think of this one", hehehe

Have a delightful day, friend!! <3

[casspurrjoybell-32]

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.

[lokiandbuckysdoll]

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. 

Taglist; @areynobodytoo

@justasecretwriter 

@peachyymallows

[msbarrybeeson]

Before You Go | Future Leo X GN!Reader (Part III)

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 / ...

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“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!”

[im-a-sussy-baka]

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.

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."

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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.

[salemwritesxx]

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.

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

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

[clusterfuck-misc]

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.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

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.