Hurt: Comfort:
Day 1:
☁️ phobia ⚡️ touch
☁️ cut off ⚡️ tea
☁️ knights au ⚡️ coping rituals
☁️ poisoning ⚡️ safe space
☁️ hidden illness/injury ⚡️ therapy
☁️ wreckage ⚡️ carrying bridal style
Day 2:
🍀 phantom pains 🌏 gifts
🍀 overworked 🌏 bed sharing
🍀 drowning 🌏 cooking
🍀 emergency services au 🌏 art/music
🍀 pregnancy complications 🌏 bath
🍀 grief 🌏 quality time
Day 3:
💔 hospitalization 🌈 aftercare
💔 scars 🌈 boundaries
💔 undiagnosed 🌈 orgasm
💔 hypothermia 🌈 reading
💔 blood/voice/vision loss 🌈 affection
💔 hostage 🌈 medical help
Queen hurt/comfort weekend is open to all ships, friendships, and to all creators. It runs from July 1st to July 3rd
Tag @queenhurtcomfort in your posts for a reblog. Use the collection: queen_hurt_comfort
Moderate comments and delete all hate. Message the organizers if you need assistance
Stick to the prompts, but feel free to combine and mix them up
Don’t forget to balance the hurt with plenty of comfort. The concept of the genre is that the comfort always follows the hurt
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I've written something for @fem-queen-week !
It's not very polished (let's call it a draft) but I had another look at the Day 2 prompts yesterday and was suddenly inspired so I wrote a short fem!joger thing overnight. This might end up on ao3 eventually, we'll see!
Details: Roger = Rose/Rosie, John = Jane/Jen/Jenny. (Freddie and Brian are still boyz.) Adult themes between the lines. Approx 940 words.
Prompts: "New Skill" & "Second-Hand Embarrassment" (Day 2)
Summary: Brian has come to Rose for help mending his clothes, but an appearance from Jane means he might find out more than he bargained for. A ficlet in two styles, starting with Brian's description-heavy point of view (help him).
NB. This is actually a follow-up to something else I've written, which is rated mature and can be found on ao3 here, but is not essential reading for the ficlet below.
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"Right, okay, yeah I see your problem. You've done a nice running stitch here – really very nice, these stitches are tiny..." Rose squinted, nose twitching as she held the fabric almost comically close to her face.
Brian sighed. "But...? What's the problem then?"
"What you want is a backstitch – much stronger." She plonked the jacket back in its owner's lap.
"Grand. Marvellous. I'll just stitch backwards next time then, shall I?" Brian grumbled.
"Er, no actually, you'll backstitch it forwards – and you'll do it this time," said Rose, reaching for her sewing basket.
Brian pulled a face at his bandmate's back. 'Do it this time,' he mimed silently, indulging in a bit of childishness to offset his annoyance.
There was quiet but wicked cackle from across the room and Brian jumped, whipping his head towards the sound.
"When did-? Where the hell did you come from?! Bloody hell, Jane don't do that to me. Lord. I didn't know you were here!"
Jane – who it seems had been leaning against the doorframe for goodness-knows how long – had the courtesy to at least look a little sheepish, ducking her head and pressing a hand to her lips. It did nothing to hide her grin, but she did try to apologise all the same. "Sorry, Brian. Sorry," she said. "I was... around, you know, just..." she waved in the direction of another doorway, "in the bathroom."
Brian nodded, still a little bewildered.
He was not, however, too shaken to notice that the doorway Jane had been gesticulating towards was certainly not the bathroom.
There were three doors at the top of the staircase on the tiny landing which comprised Rose's bedsit. One led to the shared not-quite-kitchen, where he was currently seated, increasingly uncomfortable and about to receive a sewing lesson, apparently. Another door did lead to the toilet – he had staggered in there many a time after a night out, taking the opportunity for a comfort break before continuing his journey home. This left the third door, the one to which Jane had waved, the one he hadn't ventured through himself since helping Rose to move in last year.
So, unless there had been a swift, radical and completely inexplicable change of layout in the flat, Brian could be fairly certain that the third and final door led to Rose's bedroom. He could assume, then, that from some point prior to his arrival with a poorly-patched jacket bundled into his satchel, all the way up until a few moments before he'd had his life expectancy shortened for him by such a sudden appearance, Jane had been in the small bedroom – Rose's room. Combining this information with the fact that these two bandmates had each said they didn't feel like a trip to the pub that evening, Brian felt his cheeks begin to heat up as he considered the very real possibility that Freddie had been right after all and that it might actually be the case that Rose and Jane really had in fact been f–
"Ow!"
Rose had prodded him in the leg with the blunt end of a sewing needle. "Brian, mate, I haven't got all day. You recovered yet? We okay to continue?"
"Hm?"
Jane giggled again. "Oh dear, I have given him a fright haven't I? Here, I think you'd better have some water."
She moved to the sink. Rose watched her. Brian watched Rose watch her.
"Have you finished distracting my pupil?" Asked Rose as Jane placed two glasses atop a stack of magazines.
Jane nodded, still smiling widely. Very widely. "I'll go to the shop – you're out of milk."
"Thank you Jenny," Rose sang after her.
Very domestic.
Brian pouted in thought. He'd always been pleased with the bashful, contented smiles he received when a woman left his bedroom, but the way Jane had been beaming? He felt somewhat put to shame.
Soon, Rose shoved his leg.
Brian tried desperately to close the door on the line of thinking he'd started going down, and forced himself to make eye contact with his friend. "Hm?"
"Do you want to know how it works or not?"
"How it... works?"
Rose gave him a hard stare. He was really testing her. She picked up the scrap of fabric and sighed. "Look, backstitch is quite simple, really..."
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"So," Jane began, "Brian was weird today."
"Yeah," Rose pulled her close. "I think it was mostly– well, I reckon he knows."
"What, really?"
"Well, I think so. He kept using backstitch as an analogy for–"
"Stop! I don't want to know."
"No, no, I mean, 'doing things differently from what he'd assumed'? Or something... and about there being a garment you think you know, then finding there's other layers to it..."
"...But I thought he already knew you're into women?"
"Yeah he knew about me – you're the garment, silly."
Jane laughed. "Oh I'm the garment, okay I'm with you."
...
...
"His face when he saw you though..."
"I know, I thought I'd short-circuited him!"
"Well you do have that effect on me, so it's not hard to imagine the same happening to him."
"Please, we do not need to imagine that happening–"
"No," Rose snorted, "no you're right... because we know you'd blow his mind."
"You've got a funny way of flirting with me, Ms Taylor. You know that?"
"Oh, like I ever need to flirt with you anymore. I bet you didn't even bother putting your knickers back on earlier."
"...Yeah okay you're right," Jane grinned, radiant. She flopped back onto Rose's bed once again. "Come on!" She said, "get your kit off and let's finish what you started."
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Thanks for reading! Comments welcome, but no pressure. I know my pacing is a bit off, but I hope it still hangs together!
The main story/'part one' is here:
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could you do one where trans!deaky gets fucked by the rest of the band? like they eat him out, they fuck him, etc
omg i love this 😭😭
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"how ya feelin'?" roger asked as john was getting violently eaten out by brian.
"i-im feeling o-ok~" john whimpered out. his pussy has never felt this good before.
the band was currently in the rehearsal studio, doing, well.... you know. this had all been freddies idea, of course, to gangbang john. so here they are, having the time of their lives. john pushed his shirt and sports bra up to start toying with his nipples. his hips bucked up as he squirted inside brians mouth with a moan.
"did he taste good?" freddie immediately asked when brian pulled off.
"really good..." he muttered.
"alright! my turn!" roger exclaimed and swapped spots with brian.
he started lapping at deakys clit at a decent pace. deaky let out little whimpers and groans while bucking his hips. roger held his hips down, clearly wanting more of his tastiness. he continued lapping at his clit, sliding his tounge inside every now and then.
"god... s-shit.." he breathed out. roger then stuck two fingers inside of deakys hole, making his eyes roll back.
after a little while of this, the brunette squirted on rogers face and fingers.
"freddie, you wanna try?" the blonde man asked.
"no, i think ill just fuck him from behind." deaky swore he couldve came again as soon as those words left his mouth.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ soon enough, deakys ass was against freddie with him fucking his asshole. roger was underneath him, with his cock inside of his wet pussy. brian was in front of him while he sucked his cock. this was an unusual situation for deaky, let alone anyone to be in. but john had agreed to be their little slut for the day, and he would be lying if he said he wasnt enjoying it. as the brunette was deepthroating the curly headed man, roger said something that changed their relationship.
"we should do this again." of course roger would suggest that, but it did happen once, twice, hell, a lot more times after that.
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ahhhhh this sucked 😭
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Congratulations on your new milestone!! You deserve it 1000 x
Can I ask: 💻 + Joger 👀❤️
Congratulations again
AMORE! 🥺❤️ Thanks for the kind words hun, you're a sweetie.
And well you gave me my fave ship dwtpfibdggdubwtpsidneqadiiwodjejwj 🥰 !!
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That was their special day. John didn't forget it. He woke up early and started to prepare a special breakfast for his boyfriend. He tried to be as silent as possible so Roger didn’t wake up earlier than expected. John knew that Roger would love to have a delish breakfast in bed, they talked a lot about to surprise to the other with a homemade breakfast and anniversary would be a nice opportunity to do it.
He took the special tray for bed and started to put the whole breakfast, among his own breakfast. John was hungry but he decided to wait to take his breakfast with Roger.
He opened the room’s door and entered to the room slowly, taking care to not throw anything to the floor. When he was near to the bed, he left the tray on the floor and opened the curtains. Roger started to awake, feeling uncomfortable for the sudden light presence.
“What the fuck Deaky…” Roger said sleeply, covering his eyes with his right forearm.
“Happy anniversary, you jerk” John said, a bit dissatisfied. “Open your damn eyes”
Roger quitted his forearm over his eyes and took his glasses. When he saw John with his favorite breakfast, started to feel bad for his response.
“Sorry John, I-”
“No biggie, you fool” he replied, smiling. “Now let’s eat our breakfast together before the coffee is lukewarm”.
John sit on the bed and started to enjoy the breakfast with him, on bed.
"I love you, John" Roger said suddenly. "I didn't deserve such a kind and romantic partner like you"
"Bollocks, I love you as you are". John added.
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Event closed.
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