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marivenah · 3 months

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OC Masterlist

This is a full list of my fandom ocs + a select few characters from my original works that I've mentioned or talked about before, in text post format for easier access on mobile! No links included because it would break the post into oblivion. But important tags are fully listed.

Last updated: 18.02.2024

Games

Far Cry 5

— Laurie Devin. she/her { ♡ Jacob Seed } tag; #oc: laurie devin | ship tag; #x: feed the hungry

— Aiden Hunter. he/him { ♡ Faith Seed } tag; #oc: aiden hunter | ship tag; #x: darkest before the dawn

— Toni Hunter. she/her { ♡ N/A } tag; #oc: toni hunter

Call Of Duty (Modern Warfare Reboot)

— Paz "Avis" Acosta. she/her { ♡ Simon "Ghost" Riley } tag; #oc: paz acosta | ship tag; #x: under sunlight

— Arlene "Ace" Harlow. she/her { ♡ König } tag; #oc: arlene harlow | ship tag; #x: two of a kind

— Laura "Lux" Siemon. she/her { ♡ Nikodim "Rodion" Egorov } tag; #oc: laura siemon | ship tag; #x: to see you shine

— Janaína "Omen" Mendes. she/her { ♡ Velikan } tag; #oc: janaína mendes | ship tag; #x: keep it silent

— Emilia Hellström. she/her { ♡ Rodolfo Parra } tag; #oc: emilia hellström | ship tag; #x: back to back

Mortal Kombat 1

— Santana "Serpent" Ruiz. she/her { ♡ Kenshi Takahashi } tag; #oc: santana ruiz | ship tag; #x: snake charmer

— Huo "Phoenix" Liang. she/her { ♡ Kung Lao } tag; #oc: huo liang | ship tag; #x: between wind and water

— Yawen Zhao. she/her { ♡ Tomas Vrbada/Smoke } tag; #oc: yawen zhao | ship tag; #x: underneath it all

— Quhiri. she/her { ♡ Raiden } tag; #oc: quhiri | ship tag; #x: moth to a flame

Pokémon

— Kheira Rane. she/her { ♡ Guzma } tag; #oc: kheira rane | ship tag; #x: my sun moon and stars

— Alysha Faye. she/her { ♡ N/A? } tag; #oc: alysha faye

— Cato Rye. he/him { ♡ Serena } tag; #oc: cato rye | ship tag; #x: something so sweet

RPGs

— Nova Shepard. she/her { ♡ Garrus Vakarian } - Mass Effect tag; #oc: nova shepard | ship tag; #x: no me without you

— Sara Hypatia "Pati" Ryder. she/her { ♡ Reyes Vidal } - Mass Effect tag; #oc: sara hypatia ryder | ship tag; #x: you're someone to me

— Ashalya Lavellan. she/her { ♡ Solas } - Dragon Age: Inquisition tag; #oc: ashalya lavellan | ship tag; #x: var lath vir suledin

— Wendy. she/her { ♡ John Hancock } - Fallout 4 tag; #oc: wendy | ship tag; #x: good morning sunshine

— Yasemin. she/her { ♡ Deacon } - Fallout 4 tag; #oc: yasemin | ship tag; #x: happens great happens sweet

— Valentina "V" Voigt. she/her { ♡ Goro Takemura } - Cyberpunk 2077 tag; #oc: valentina voigt | ship tag; #x: never fade away

— Scarlet. she/her { ♡ Dum Dum } - Cyberpunk 2077 tag; #oc: scarlet | ship tag; #x: chrome blood and roses

— Yunith. she/her { ♡ Astarion? } - Baldur's Gate 3 tag; #oc: yunith

Misc. Games

— Dawn. she/her { ♡ Argus } - Deponia tag; #oc: dawn | ship tag; #x: with you until forever ends

— Magdalena "Mags" Wilhelm. she/her { ♡ Genji Shimada } - Overwatch tag; #oc: mags wilhelm | ship tag; #x: my never ending thought

— Yuna Neuer. she/her { ♡ Danny Johnson } - Dead By Daylight tag; #oc: yuna neuer | ship tag; #x: take my heart

— Paloma García. she/her { ♡ Sam Drake } - Uncharted tag; #oc: paloma garcía | ship tag; #x: where I want to stay

— Aroa Ridley. she/her { ♡ Cayde-6 } - Destiny tag; #oc: aroa ridley | ship tag; #x: your soul is golden

— Evelyn. she/her { ♡ Simon } - Detroit: Become Human tag; #oc: evelyn | ship tag; #x: awakening

— Romy Schulz. she/her { ♡ Mark "Mute" Chandar } - Rainbow Six: Siege tag; #oc: romy schulz | ship tag; #x: silence the sound

— Irene Varano. she/her { ♡ Johnny Slaughter } - The Texas Chain Saw Massacre Game tag; #oc: irene varano | ship tag; #x: written in blood

— Bonnie "Bo" Wulff. she/her { ♡ Luke } - Coral Island tag; #oc: bonnie wulff | ship tag; #bonnie x luke

MOVIES & TV

Marvel (MCU / XCU)

— Luna Richards. she/her { ♡ Loki Laufeyson } tag; #oc: luna richards | ship tag; #x: feel again

— Niteia. she/her { ♡ Adam Warlock } tag; #oc: niteia | ship tag; #

— Brooke King. she/her { ♡ Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto } tag; #oc: brooke king | ship tag; #x: halcyon

— Catalina Cruz. she/her { ♡ Alex Summers/Havok } tag; #oc: catalina cruz | ship tag; #x: light of my life

DC (Watchmen + DCEU + Arkhamverse / Nolanverse)

— Carol "Haunter" Kovacs. she/her { ♡ Bruce Wayne/Batman } tag; #oc: carol kovacs | ship tag; #x: ghost around

— Rose "Virtue" Adams. she/her { ♡ Adrian Chase/Vigilante } tag; #oc: rose adams | ship tag; #x: head in the clouds

— Nadya. she/her { ♡ Edward Nigma/The Riddler } tag; #oc: nadya | ship tag; #x: creative minds inspire others

— Sadia Jamali. she/her { ♡ Harvey Dent/Two-Face } tag; #oc: sadia jamali | ship tag; #x: have all of me

— Harper Ray. she/her { ♡ The Joker } tag; #oc: harper ray | ship tag; #x: your sickening desire

Star Wars

— Shireen Oqir. she/her { ♡ Maul } tag; #oc: shireen oqir | ship tag; #x: to your deepest low

— Kieda Tarnji. she/her { ♡ The Inquisitor (TOTJ) } tag; #oc: kieda tarnji | ship tag; #x: come away with me

— Vayorrah Fen. she/her { ♡ Ima-Gun Di } tag; #oc: vayorrah fen | ship tag; #x: only time will tell

— Kane Desegh. she/her { ♡ Axe Woves } tag; #oc: kane desegh | ship tag; #x: at the sharp end

— Shal'toki Zanarri . she/her { ♡ Tarrek Amai } tag; #oc: shal'toki zanarri | ship tag; #x: try again

— Maina Amai. she/her { ♡ Luvas Kor } tag; #oc: maina amai | ship tag; #x: whatever whenever

— Fala Mox. she/her { ♡ Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios } tag; #oc: fala mox | ship tag; #

— Aho Mox. he/him { ♡ Ahsoka Tano } tag; #oc: aho mox | ship tag; #x: blame it on me

— Gahya Astan. she/her { ♡ Kylo Ren/Ben Solo } tag; #oc: gahya astan | ship tag; #x: set in darkness rise in perfect light

House Of The Dragon

— Aelys Stark. she/her { ♡ N/A } tag; #oc: aelys stark

— Aerenya Targaryen. she/her { ♡ Benjicot Blackwood } tag; #oc: aerenya targaryen

— Rhaegor Targaryen. he/him { ♡ Taryne Strong } tag; #oc: rhaegor targaryen | ship tag; #taryne x rhaegor

— Taryne Strong. she/her { ♡ Rhaegor Targaryen } tag; #oc: taryne strong | ship tag; #taryne x rhaegor

Misc. Movies & TV

— Zoiya. she/her { ♡ Marcus } - Arcane tag; #oc: zoiya | ship tag; #x: you frustrate me incredibly

— Giulia "Juliet" Romano. she/her { ♡ Monty Fiske } - Disney tag; #oc: juliet romano | ship tag; #x: always beside you

— Alexandra Joe "Wraith" Colton. she/her { ♡ Tommy Arashikage/Storm Shadow } - G.I.JOE tag; #oc: alex colton | ship tag; #x: on the other side

— Kayla Johnson. she/her { ♡ Jackson Leung } - Transformers tag; #oc: kayla johnson | ship tag; #x: no matter what

— Michelle Eva Jones. she/her { ♡ Adam Milligan } - Supernatural tag; #oc: michelle jones | ship tag; #x: as above so below

— Manuela "Marie". she/her { ♡ Minho } - The Maze Runner tag; #oc: manu | ship tag; #x: way back to you

— Liliana Martínez. she/her { ♡ Steve Harrington } - Stranger Things tag; #oc: liliana martínez | ship tag; #x: skip a beat

— Helena Winter. she/her { ♡ Yuichi Kimura/The Father } - Bullet Train tag; #oc: helena winter | ship tag; #

— Yártien. she/her { ♡ Legolas } - The Lord Of The Rings tag; #oc: yártien | ship tag; #

ORIGINAL WORK

— Sól Guevara. she/her { ♡ Sean Thian } - Snowfall tag; #oc: sól guevara | ship tag; #x: I'll give you everything of me

— Jaye. she/her { ♡ Dex } - Outer Rim tag; #oc: jaye | ship tag; #x: snake fodder

#mymasterlist*#be careful this one is really long

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shysugarwriter · 1 year

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Looking for RP Partners

General Information:

I’m 18 years old.

I do double ups.

I’ve been roleplaying for more than 6 years.

I can collaborate on a plot.

Fandoms I Do:

Queen

BioShock

CupHead

Encanto

Resident Evil: Village

Lore Olympus

What I’m Currently Looking For:

I’m mainly focusing on a Queen role play.

OC x CC.

I LOVE drama in the plot-line.

I’m looking for someone to play as either Roger Taylor or John Deacon.

#roleplay #rp request #oc x cc rp #1x1 plot #Queen rp

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Guardian of Creatures; AU! Queen x oc female x reader Chap. 14

*Author’s note*

Well it has been awhile since I did an update with this series but I finally took some time and finally came around to do this chapter. Now idk when I’ll do the next chapter but I hope it’ll be soon. I really don’t wanna give up on this series and I hope you all haven’t given up either. I know the Queen/BoRhap fandom’s been almost silent lately but I hope we stand strong.

Warnings: swearing, torture, abuse, animal (in this case magical creature) cruelty/abuse

Chapter 14,

Kidnapped, tortured and broken

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@simonedk

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queensdivas

@queen-paladin

@queendeakyy

@glitter-at-the-panic

@geek-and-proud

@kinole009x

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All you saw was pure darkness. All you could hear was the sound of your heavy breathing and you thought you could also hear the shrill of a woman’s voice. Suddenly your vision came back to you however you found out that you were forced down on your knees with your arms behind your back.

“So this is the so called human savior that my foolish nephew Crowley found eh?” you looked up and saw the familiar crazed curly hair of John’s mother Bellatrix Deacon. Seeing her up close and personal was like you were looking at a rapid animal.

Her pupils were so dilated you could barely see the brown color in them, hell if you didn’t know any better you’d say she could pass off having black eyes.

“Indeed it is.” The shadow wizard wearing glasses and had sleeked back black hair and piercing cold light blue eyes said. She scoffed. “Filthy muggles. Thinking they can learn our ways of magic! The world would be better off without ‘em!”

“Madam has such a sharp sense. Clever in every sense…..” a large fat, bald male said.

“Shut up Gollum!” she snapped at the creature. Gollum, oh yeah you remember reading about them in the Magical creatures book. They’re basically slaves to Wizards but never mistake them for weak. They may look fat and slow but they are able to lift things 50x their own weight, and can snap a person’s spine in half if they are ordered to do so by their master. The Gollum submitted and whimpered fearfully at Bellatrix’s fury. “Did you find the others?”

The man snapped his fingers and soon more shadow wizards came in, coming beside them were cocoon-like shadows. One large one stood beside you and the other looked smaller, soon enough the smaller one revealed itself to be Roger and the taller one was Thor. From Thor there was Brian and Seraffel. And from Roger there was John and Ardeth.

“Hello sweetie, you miss me?” Bellatrix said to John.

“I could say a lot of things about you and not one of them would be anything in the ties of family feeling.” She did a slight tick.

“Is that any way to speak to your mother!?”

“I think we have very different definitions of being a ‘mother’.” Her right eye twitched then she slapped John across the face, the slap actually echoing throughout the entire room.

“DAD!!” Thor and Seraffel cried out.

“You psychotic bitch! Touch him again and I’ll freeze your ass so thick that not even a blue flamed dragon will be able to thaw you!” Seraffel growled threateningly. Bellatrix then turned to Seraffel and even gave him a slap across the face.

“You do that and you and your brother will be locked somewhere where not even the crows can land their droppings on you.” She hissed into his face. “What of that snake beast that’s always with them?” she said as she stood back up and paced in front of you all.

“We’re taking care of him. In fact I gave him a special little concoction of my own design. He’ll be out of commission for a while.”

“Excellent. And what of little Serafina? Your brothers having their way with her?” she cackled softly with a sickening grin.

Jesus this woman….if you could just move your arms you’d sure would like to wipe that grin off her face. How dare she speak of Serafina like that!

“She was not with us when you sent these mages to collect us.” Ardeth spoke. Bellatrix cackled and she said.

“As if I would ever believe that, Arabic dog!” She leaned down towards Ardeth. She stood back up and walked towards the shadow wizard wearing the glasses and continued, “Now come on enough games where is she? That little wench has been clingy to my poor excuse of a son ever since they could walk. Wherever he goes, she’s sure to follow. Like a good little puppy.”

“I’m—afraid he’s not lying.” She turned to the man. Her facial expression in a stoic gawk. Her eyes wide as she let out a whisper.

“She wasn’t there?” the man shook his head. Bellatrix then began to frantically pace around the nearby fireplace which was roaring with a huge fire.

Then in a flash she raised her wand and fired a green fire blast at the fireplace which made the fire explode behind her, her hair fanning out like a deranged demon. With a flick of her wrist with her wand, a whip came out and attacked the shadow wizard standing behind John.

“How dare you—” a female shadow witch proclaimed but she was silenced when the whip wrapped around her throat. She was the flung out the window before Bellatrix attacked another male shadow wizard that stood behind you. She forced him across the room, hitting the wall.

“GO! FIND HER! FIND HER YOU MONGRELS!!!!!” she roared out in pure anger. Not even wanting to test her again, the shadow wizards disappeared all except their leader. “Corvus! Put the creatures in their cages! I want to have a little conversation with my sonny boy. Mummy to son!” She said as she went up to John and actually pulled him free from his shadow binds, pulling him right up to her face.

You as well as the others were soon being forced to walk out of the room and towards what you would assume would be the dungeons.

“Dad! No dad!” the boys called out.

“John!” you called out.

“I’ll be okay you three. I’ll be okay.” Was the last thing you heard him say to you before the last thing you saw was his mother smirking maliciously at her own son.

You were then pushed into a cage and heard it lock behind you before the shadow wizard known as Corvus walked away after sending the others into their own cages. Already you could hear Thor and Seraffel trying to bust down their cages.

“It’s no use boys.” Brian said.

“What you’re giving up already Uncle Brian! You know who our dad’s with we can’t just leave him alone with her!” Seraffel said.

“I understand your concern for your father ice dragon. But these are not ordinary cells. These have been engraved with ancient ruins. Which means we can’t use our powers and no amount of strength can break these bars.” Ardeth explained.

“So-so we’re just gonna stay locked away down here!?” Thor asked is disbelief. You wanted to agree with them but upon closer inspection you saw that what Ardeth had said was true. Ruins aligned the bars; they were small and faint but you could somehow see them carved into the iron.

You sat down with your knees to your chest and thought about John and prayed to God that he’d survive whatever torture his mother was about to do to him. You also prayed that wherever Serafina was, she’d hear him and come save him as well as the rest of you.

*3rd Person POV*

John collapsed to the ground. His whole body trembling after being hit repeatedly and mercilessly with the Crucio curse. He was then spun onto his back while his mother hovered over him with the very same knife she’d use on him as a child. He once again felt like that frightened child as she held that knife right up against his cheek, allowing him to feel the hauntingly familiar steel blade.

“That wench of yours has never once left your side and now she just pops off to Merlin knows where! You will tell me where you sent that FILTHY HALFBLOOD WENCH!!” she first started off in an icy whisper before finally screaming in his face.

“Don’t know……she went……I swear! I don’t know where she is!” John pleaded with his mother.

“Oh I don’t believe you.” Without hesitating, she held down her son’s head with her left hand and with the right, she began to carve out a word under John’s forearm. Echoing throughout the entire mansion, John’s agonizing screams pierced the air. Mixed in with his mother’s sadistic cackling it was like being in an insane asylum.

Below in the dungeons, everyone could hear the agonizing screams of John and Bellatrix’s insane cackling and demanding screams. Thor and Seraffel shook in pure anger before they decided to hit their cages as hard as they could with their bodies. Slamming against the iron bars trying to break free (even though it was pointless).

*2nd Person POV*

Hearing John’s screams just made your heart stop and your stomach drop. There was nothing you could do. It was almost too painful for you to listen to John’s screams anymore, so you closed your eyes and covered your ears but you could still hear his agonizing screams.

Goddamnit Serafina where are you!? Can’t you hear your husband’s pain? You guys are already connected so you should feel it right!?

Footsteps soon came down the corridor, through whatever light could be seen from the moonbeams that shined in the dungeons, you saw that it was the Deacon’s Gollum as well as the glasses wearing Shadow Mage known as Corvus.

“The dragons, the elf and the Nokk. You four are to come with us.”

“Oh yeah? And where’s that?” asked Roger.

“Let’s just say your presence is needed—elsewhere.”

“And just what do you mean by elsewhere?” Seraffel demanded.

“That is none of your concern dragon. Just know that if you refuse to cooperate,” that’s when you felt something beginning to squeeze your heart. Your throat clumped up and you could literally hear your heart beat ringing in your ears, “The muggle will die.”

“You sick bastards let them go!” Seraffel shouted.

“They’ve got nothing to do with this!” Thor tried to reason.

“Oh you’re right. They do have nothing to do with this, after all—they’re nothing to us. Just another, worthless, pathetic muggle born.” Corvus’ eyes turned to you.

From what you could see, his blue eyes were nothing but ice cold as the pain in your chest continued to grow and grow. Your heart racing even faster, pleading for air. You tried to speak but it was as if your voice was silenced permanently.

“Alright we’ll comply!” Brian shouted. Corvus turned to Brian’s cell. “We’ll comply with you. Just don’t hurt them.” Corvus’ lips turned up into a slight grin and just as suddenly the pain was in your chest, it was released and you let out a loud, desperate inhale of air.

You began coughing and felt something warm land on your lips, you raise your fingers to see just what it was only to see the familiar thick red substance of blood staining your fingertips.

“(Y/n), you alright?” Roger spoke to you worriedly.

“I’m—I’m okay.” Soon you heard the cell doors open and out came Thor, Seraffel, Brian and Roger. The Gollum tied up Brian’s hands with rope while Thor, Seraffel and Roger were given chains around their necks. Soon the four of them were led out like dogs on a leash until they disappeared up the stairs.

“Ardeth?” you call out.

“I’m here.”

“Do—do you think…..we’re gonna get out of this alive?” he was silent for a long moment.

“To be honest, I do not know. But we cannot allow them to break us, Shadow mages pride themselves in their arrogance. And harming others is what gives them that ego boost.”

“But what about Brian and the others?”

“I wouldn’t worry about them. All of them are clever and strong. They won’t break as easy as the Shadow mages think they will.” You hope he was right.

*Roger’s POV*

We were lead outside the manor and saw a bunch of other Shadow Mages outside, however unlike the ones that captured us, these guys had a jaguar brands on their arms.

“As promised, four new toys to try out.” Corvus stated. A female Shadow mage with silver hair and piercing honey-like eyes came up to Thor and lifted his chin up.

“The dragons and the Nokken will be most useful. The elf, maybe not so much.”

“As I’m sure you’re aware of Celina, Elves are notorious for their healing abilities. Perhaps he can be used to heal some of your clan members.” Celina smirked before releasing Thor’s chin and she said to Johnathan.

“Alright Corvus, you’ve got a deal.” She gestured one of her boys to come forward and he handed Johnathan a sack of sorts. Johnathan opened it to reveal about 200 pounds. These sick, twisted Mages, they’re selling us like cattle!

“Pleasure doing business with you Felidae.” Johnathan said with a smirk before he and the Gollum walked back towards the manor. Soon each of us were pulled by our binds and forced to walk with these mages now.

My nephews and I were the ones who tried to break free from our bonds. Chaining us up like we were no more than human dogs to them, I especially hated the feeling of being bounded by something. Minus Serafina’s magic, having being bound by something whether it’s magic or chains it’s like—being molested by an unknown force that keeps a tight hold to you and will never let go.

For days we trudged on the open country side of jolly ol England. I don’t know whether they were trying to break us this way or just tire us out, either way it was a foolish way. Once I trekked the entire land that would soon become both North and South America twice without rest. Brian’s kind, they can last several days without rest since Elves have a slower metabolism, basically they’re super human and don’t break that easy if they don’t get food or water for a few days.

And of course with Thor and Seraffel being dragons, they’ll last since Ardeth’s people supplied with a dragon sized meal for them. But I knew their bonds must have bothered them as much as it did me. For the Mages also decided to bind them by their backs, preventing them from spreading their wings once in a while.

You know how you’ll see birds shake themselves out by flapping their wings, well that keeps blood circulating through their wings and keeps them healthy. When dragons are in their human form, they have to every once in a while spread their wings out for the same reason, cause if they don’t it causes them serious back pains and can even paralyze their wings if bounded long enough.

By day 5, I could already see from the lads that their backs were starting to ache them as they would shift their shoulder blades, roll their shoulders, anything to try and ease the aching muscles in their back.

It even got to the point where Thor was so uncomfortable, he actually created a thunderstorm right over us. Not any rain but there were definitely some thunder and purple lightning flashing the sky.

“Oi Storm dragon! Yah might wanna cease this yammerin in the sky yah?!” one of the Shadow mages spoke with an Irish accent.

“He would if you would allow us to stretch our wings out you damn eejit.” Seraffel defended his little brother. The Irish shadow mage turned around and was about to punch Seraffel across the face when he was forced to stop mid-walk by none other than Celina.

“My husband paid good money for these beasts. If any of them are harmed, it’ll be your head Seanie do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.” She freed him which made him drop to the ground.

“Keep moving, I promised him we’d be back in 6 days with his prizes.” She ordered the rest of the shadow mages. They obeyed her with a ‘yes ma’am’ and forced us to continue walking.

The next morning I smelt something in the air. It smelt like—brimstone? And…..horse manure? As we came over a hill that’s when we saw it.

A fortress like structure with walls well over Thor’s dragon height, steal iron and it even had runes on them. What do I mean by runes, well I mean magical ruin, symbols that date back to the Anglo-Saxon era of man. Serafina told me that only the witch or wizard that cast them can use their magic. So even if you are the most powerful creature on earth, if you’re trapped within a rune binding, you’re basically a sitting duck.

We got closer and closer to the fortress, meeting some other Shadow mages with the same Jaguar symbol branding on their arms, and even the fortress walls bared the Jaguar shadow symbol on a flag.

One shadow mage took control over Brian’s body using his shadow sorcery, 10 men came up to handle Thor and Seraffel (five shadow mages each took care of them) while 4 handled me.

I shifted into my white horse form trying to give me some more weight for them to try and drag them down but they held my chains firm.

“Open the gates!” Celina called out and when they did, we were greeted with an awful sight.

Obviously this place was bigger than it looked. A fight ring on one side of the fortress, a corral on the other, and a stable that went all the way around the entire fortress. Dragons from fire drakes, to the peaceful Asian water dragons were kept in cages, being whipped or forced to submit to the Shadow wizards that stood at their cages.

Elves in chains forced to be slaves as they walked back and forth making weapons or potions to probably benefit Grindelwald’s followers and maybe even harm us magical creatures. I turned around and watched as the gates were sealed shut and lit up with the runes, locking the doors permanently.

“Separate them!” the Irish mage Seanie said and soon the boys were taken towards the East end of the fortress while Brian was forcefully escorted to the upper levels of the fortress to be put to work. Meanwhile I was forced to walk straight ahead, and that’s when my heart dropped.

As we walked along further into the fortress, I could hear the sound of thunderous footsteps. But they didn’t come from any dragon or giant, not these steps I knew all too well.

That was the sound of a Nokken army.

And that’s when I saw them. All of my brothers being ridden on like actual horses, all of them walking as a single unit, looking down and obeying these Shadow mages commands. My younger brothers were now slaves to these brutes.

All of them—broken.

I let out a frantic, desperate neigh as I called out to them hoping they would recognize me. That’s when a tall, skinny black stallion looked up and nickered surprisingly. Tommy, my youngest brother in the pod. Back before I left the pod to join Fred and his cause, he and his twin brother Nikki were just colts.

But now he was practically a juvenile standard of Nokken. Black stallion (contrary to popular belief, we have to earn our white coats with age and experience. We’re first born as black stallions, then slowly become brown before finally we turn white).

That’s when I saw that bumping behind him was none other than his twin brother Nikki. No just how many of my younger brothers do they have here? What did these shadow wizards’ need us for? The Shadow Mage riding on top of Tommy gave him a whip to his behind to get him back in position.

I pleaded one more time to my brothers but this time none of them even looked up at me. They just kept marching, and marching, and marching.

Rage boiled up inside me till I just lashed out and tried to make a break for it. The shadow mages that held onto me, tried to pull me back but I was a true fighter, I wasn’t gonna obey them. I bucked, kicked, reared, stomped, anything I could to intimidate them.

That’s when a Bombarda spell came down just barely a foot in front of me stopping me in my tracks. Before me was (who to me) looked like the Shadow mage in charge.

He had sleeked back dark brown hair, piercing cold blue eyes much like Johnathan Corvus did, he wore a fancy black dress suit and tight leather gloves on his hand. Around his neck was a silver broach with (you guessed it) the Jaguar family crest. I huffed at this wizard as I bared my teeth at him, flicking my tail angrily telling him I meant business.

“What seems to be the problem cousins?” he spoke in a pure, rich British tone.

“We got us a wild one this time Malcolm.” Said one of the shadow mages that held me.

“Deacon and Black’s pet Nokk cousin.” A Scottish shadow mage spoke up.

“Really?” Malcolm piped in arrogantly. He walked up towards me, took out his wand and lifted my chin with it. “We’ve broken many stubborn Nokkens in our life time. This one will be no different.” How dare he……

I then took his wand between my teeth and snapped it in half before spitting it down to his feet. For someone who takes their shadow abilities based off the animal of humans, he definitely wasn’t no jaguar. Malcolm smirked at me, picked up his wand and snapped it till it was completely in two before carelessly tossing it aside.

I stomped my front right foot as a challenge for him but he looked at me as if I were nothing but a worthless dog, all bark and no bite.

“Conduct him like the rest of his brothers.”

“Yes cousin.” Just looking into this guy’s eyes alone I was thinking—sea snake. I huffed and snarled at him, keeping my eyes on him till he left me alone with his cousins.

I was dragged towards some sort of preparation stable. They placed me between these two iron-plated gate and wrapped my chains around the poles of them.

“Alright Graham, he’s all yours.” Said another Irish shadow mage. I reared my head downwards giving him a snarl as he jumped back trying to dodge my teeth. “Be careful though, he’s a wily one.” A deep chuckle came out from a blacksmith shop nearby.

A pudgy, fat old wizard soon came out wiping his hands of the grease and grime. Thinning white hair and a little tache above his upper lip and he spoke with a thick Irish accent.

“See ‘ow wily he is once I’m through with ‘em.” He took out a pair of scissors. Oh fuck no! he came right up to my mane and was about to cut a chunk of it off, but I quickly turned and bit him in the hand. He jumped back grabbing his hand and checked it out. I huffed and gave him my best stick eye.

No one but Serafina Deacon-Black touches this mane.

“A fighter eh?” next thing I know, my head was forced down into a bagged muzzle and I could only watch as each strand of white horse hair fell down onto the ground. The fat bastard chuckled as he continued to cut my mane but then another idea came into mine.

They may have pinned my neck and head, but these mages sure as hell didn’t take my whole body into consideration. So I simply just leaned a bit to the left, pinning his hand against my body and the iron cage. The fat mage cried in pain as he tried to free his hand and fell to the ground in the process.

Once he was free, I nickered out a laugh through the bag as I looked him in the eye. He gave me his best glare as he muttered.

“Alright.”

*3rd Person POV*

After completing their marching exercise, two of Roger’s brothers that he had seen Nikki and Tommy took notice of their older brother’s games with the old fat bastard (as all the Nokks referred to Graham). Nikki nickered curiously as Tommy turned and followed his older twin’s gaze.

Due to that little stunt, the shadow mages now used a spell to paralyze Roger’s whole body so that Graham could continue his work. Now taking a small knife, he picked up Roger’s front right hoof and began cleaning out all the gunk, dirt, coral, anything that could be trapped underneath his hooves.

Now he wouldn’t know at the time, but he managed to move that leg out of Graham’s grasp and quite literally, kick him in the ass. Leaving a well deserved hoofprint on the old geezer’s trousers. Roger laughed again through his sack-like muzzle. From their spot, Nikki grinned while Tommy whinnied out a laugh, remembering just how much Roger loved to toy with wizards, especially the male ones.

A shadow witch came and bound Roger’s leg that kicked Graham with a chain this time.

“I told yah, good ol iron will always do the thing instead of relying on magic too much!”

“And I told you yah old geezer, we don’t know how his leg got free! No one is ever able to break our shadow paralyzing spell.” The younger witch snapped at him before leaving. As Graham went back to work, this time hammering a new horse shoe onto Roger’s hoof. Roger nickered softly and soon felt his back foot raise up ready to kick Graham right in the face.

“Graham watch it!” another witch called out to him but it was too late. The second he looked up, Roger’s back leg socked him in the eye sending him onto his back. Nikki and Tommy both let out whinnies of laughter at their older brother’s games which soon caught the attention of the other Nokks as well, including Roger’s twin brother Vince.

Graham grunted and rubbed his head before glaring back at Roger who glared at him. This was the last straw for Graham, playtime was over.

He had all of Roger’s legs triple chained up to ensure that he couldn’t escape this time. In his shop, Graham was pumping up the brand of the Felidae family and was going to brand Roger with that very mark on his side.

“Yah bloody wanker this ‘ill teach yah to mess with me.” He muttered. Nikki cringed out a worried nicker while Tommy lowered his head bending his ears back so that he wouldn’t hear the painful roars to come.

In Vince’s stable he lowered his head, many Nokks, including him have broken once they’ve been branded. Being water creatures, any source of heat is painful for them if it gets on their skin, and this guy brands this in blue dragon fire which makes it twice as painful and more torturous than any Nokken could ever take.

Graham came onto Roger’s right side, holding the flamed poker with the brand at the end, chuckling arrogantly. But Roger wasn’t going to go down without a fight. He wriggled and wormed his head around until finally he got free of his muzzle, his head hovering straight over Graham’s entire body.

He let out a gasp while Roger smirked at him before giving him a well-earned, hard, painful headbutt, knocking Graham out cold.

“Graham, you alright mate?” asked a shadow mage as Roger snorted at him, claiming his victory. Nikki, Tommy and Vince all whinnied out laughter at their brother’s play.

“This Nokken is unlike any of the others. He’s even managed to slip pass our spells.” Said one witch. “How is this possible?”

“I don’t know.” Said another female witch as they both stared at Roger, who raised his head up high, glaring at anyone who dared try to brand him next.

“Elizabeth, Robyn, you two rally your brothers and—tell them to take this Nokk to the stables.” Said a male shadow wizard.

“Not the stables James.” Malcolm’s voice soon spoke up. The three of them turned to face the head of the Felidae shadow clan.

“Malcolm?” James asked.

“The corral. It’s time we broke this beast.” Malcolm’s final command was. And whatever the head of the house says, the others must obey.

*Roger’s POV*

The corral huh? Break me? Heh, good luck with that. I was taken to the corral and as if I were a normal horse, they saddled me up and forcefully tried to pry my mouth open so that I was forced to feel the touch of their shadow reins.

Let me tell you it felt and tasted revolting. Try to imagine a thick stripped down rag being gagged between your teeth that felt as hard as steel itself. I gave them a fight but one of them just had to cheat and give me a good, hard shock to force my mouth open.

I reared and shook my head as I felt the first shadow mage get on top of my back. All right, you Mages think you can break me? Well come on then, let’s ride!

The second that gate opened, I bucked madly which shook the young male wizard on top of my back like a ragdoll. I made an erupt stop and he slammed right into the back of my neck making him disoriented. I quickly spun around before giving him one final buck, sending him flying into the air and landing right on his stomach in the dirt.

I gave him an arrogant huff before turning to Malcolm who only gave me a glare. Next in line.

The next rider was a slightly older male shadow mage sporting both a tache and beard. Arrogantly he thought he could last longer than the other guy, yeah right. I took him out quicker than the last one, sending him right on his arse.

Of course as I walked away he shouted a profanity at me. Calling me a ‘lousy piece of horse shit’. And like hell I was just gonna take that lying down, I charged head on at him to which he ran for his life. Barely making it out of the corral before I gave him a quick bite to his arse. From the nearby stables, I could hear some of my brothers laughing out, I turned to see it was none other than my brothers Tommy, Vince and Nikki.

I nickered to them thanking them before trotting back, my tail flicking with pride and my head held high. Once I got back to my so called ‘kennel’ I snorted out at the witch who stood in front of it, making her reel back in disgust as I got back into place, nickering arrogantly. Next!

“This one will break ‘em.” A Welsh witch spoke as a big Scots shadow mage came at me with a horsewhip in hand. Please like he’ll be any different. I threw that big lug off of me under just one second. All it took was one good leap and he went soaring through the air, even knocked another wizard who was sitting on top of the corral fence.

Even some of the witches tried to ride me but just because they were girls didn’t mean I gave it to them any easier. In fact I made sure to buck those bitches off of my back even harder, because like I’ve said before.

The only witch who I allow on this stallion’s back is Serafina Deacon-Black.

Now to really show these bastards I meant business. I charged at one end of the fence baring my teeth and stomping my hooves aggressively. I then charged towards another section of the gate, scaring the shadow mages there, even knocking some of them into a trough. Finally my eyes turned to Malcolm, I charged head on right towards him.

The mages around him backed up but he stood firm with his hands behind his back and his eyes narrowed with hate as I growled right in his face, my breath even making parts of his short hair flow freely from its sleeked back form.

I stood face to face with Malcolm panting heavily. My eyes piercing red at this point, my blood boiling and my heart racing. You have proof yet you cocky little shit? I don’t go down without a fight.

“Celina!” Malcolm called out.

“Yes Malcolm?” the woman who brought us here stood by Malcolm’s side.

“Take this Nokken down to the boiler dungeon. No food or water. 2 weeks.”

“With pleasure my darling. Plus with a little more fire power from those fire drake’s we got, the boiler room will be extra hot for this one to—cool down.” She said with a sadistic smirk.

Next thing I know I was trapped within a cell and all I could feel was hot air surrounding me. It was also strange that I could feel that my legs weren’t chained up at all, nor was my snout or neck. But still it was scorching hot in here.

I laid down in my cage, smacking my lips already starting to feel my mouth growing dry. I huffed and nickered softly.

Damnit Serafina where are you? And Freddie, what happened to him? Was he here with us or was he still at the manor with John, (Y/n) and Ardeth? And just what the hell was this place exactly? Why would the Shadow mages want all of us creatures for?

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Refresh My Memory (John Deacon x Reader)

Request: bruheh could you hook a sister up with some john deacon smut 👁👁 maybe the reader is part of the band and she and john grow close at ridge farm and end up having sëx 👁👁

Warnings: Smut, Drinking, Cursing

A/N: Lovies! Back again! @dreamer821 and I have some John Deacon smut on the way, but I loved this request. Working on a Brian request and Filling Blanks: III. Thank you for your comments and feedback! It means the world if you take the time to comment anything on my work! As always, this can be read as John or Joe!John. Roger’s hair is so cute and curly in this gif! Sweeties!

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John wished he could remember what it felt like to kiss her. Well, he wished he could remember kissing her at all. He scoured his memory for any trace as he sat there, watching her laugh at something Freddie had said. His friends, of course, remembered it vividly, her hands in his hair as his hands roamed her body. And yet, as if some cruel trick of fate, his only memory from said night was the light hickey he'd found by his ear the next morning, and that was gone far too soon.

He'd told himself he'd never drink again. That is, when he was nauseous in his bed the next morning with a throbbing headache. He seemed to be forgetting that memory too now as Brian poured shots. He could tell she was already tipsy as she sneaked up on him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. She giggled as he turned to meet her eyes, hands rested on her hips as she hung all over him. "C'mon Johnny! Take a shot with me!”

John chuckled as she stuck her lower lip out at him, batting her eyelashes. "Some friend you are, trying to get me wasted!" He teased

“I'm trying to get you to have fun!" She argued, tugging at his collar, sweetly. "I know you hate Tequila but there's Vodka, too! Roger said he'd make me a screwdriver!" John cringed, remembering the last time his friends had tried making any sort of mixed drink. "I'll let you have it if you want! Just get tipsy with me. Please, Johnny? We can dance together. It'll be such fun."

Johnny. Fuck, it always worked on him. "Bring two shots over. You'll do one with me?" She giggled, grinning as she kissed his cheek, "Of course! I'm bringing you two, though. You've got to catch up." John's cheeks went pink as he hid his smile, shaking his head at her in amusement. Suddenly, Roger grabbed John's shirt collar, pulling him over to mumble something in his ear. "You better 'er in her pants soon or someone else will, mate." John furrowed his brow as he shoved the blonde away, " 's not like that, Roger. Don't be nasty." Roger smirked, "So you're saying you don't want to take her to bed? Do unmentionable things to her?" He grinned wickedly as he slurred his words. John sighed, "Shove off." Roger chuckled as Y/N set the shot glasses down on the table, sliding one to John. He held up the shot, nose crinkling in disgust. Y/N laughed, holding hers up as well. "Ready?" John smiled, happy that she was happy. "Three...Two...One!" Down the hatch. * John was drunk. Shitfaced. His eyelids grew heavy as he sat on Freddie's carpet, clutching Y/N's hand loosely like a security blanket. Freddie had started a game of spin the bottle ages ago, hoping he'd be able to win John a night with the girl he so clearly treasured, but it seemed unlikely now with everyone in the house having joined in to play. It went on for a long while, John watching passively as his friends exchanged shy pecks. He was so sleepy. Roger's turn. John forgot to pay attention. He suddenly remembered to pay attention when he felt Y/N’s grip on his hand loosen, and he looked over at her, just as Roger brought his lips to hers. He kissed her hard, grabbing her shirt as he nipped at her lips, tongue exploring hers. Y/N was taken aback. This hadn't been Roger and Freddie's original plan. Roger was improvising. And it seemed to be going pretty well. John flushed with anger. He shoved Roger away from her, nearly loosing his balance. "What the fuck, Roger!?" Roger wiped his mouth on his sleeve carelessly, lips swollen. "What? It's bloody spin the bottle!" Y/N looked like she was in shock, eyes meeting John's sad ones as she fought for words. John stood from the floor, angry tears burning in his eyes as he trodded down the hallway to his room, throwing his bedroom door closed behind him. God he hated being drunk. Nothing made any fucking sense. He held his spinning head, laying down on top of his comforter. Y/N stumbled to her feet, "John? John!" She Immediately followed him, toeing off after him. "Johnny!" She knocked on the bedroom door, laying her head against it. "John are you cross with me? Please don't be cross. Didn't mean for 'im to go and kiss me like that. I thought he'd just give me a lil peck like everyone else was doing!" John didn't respond, rubbing his stinging eyes. "I'm coming in." Y/N warned, slowly opening the door. There was John lying on his side, curled up atop the bed. His brow was still furrowed. "Oh, Johnny..." She cooed, clumsily climbing up beside him. She laid as close to him as possible, hugging him to her and snuggling her nose into his back. John couldn't deny that it immediately made him feel better. "Johnny, say something. Please. Don't be sad. I don't like it when you're sad. Makes me sad too." She sounded pitiful. Like a child. John could barely remember what had upset him now. "I don't want Roger to get you. I want to get you. I want you to be all mine. Roger gets everyone." Y/N hummed sadly, "I don't want Roger to get me, either." He grew drowsy as she started playing with his hair, "It was s'pposed to be me." "I wanted it to be you." There was a silence, "I...don't like it when you're sad. I don't want you to be mad at me. I want you to smile. I like it when you smile. Your eyes crinkle." Her words were soft now as her eyelids fluttered shut. John smiled a little, sighing contentedly. "You always make me smile." Her heart fluttered. Slowly, she moved his curls over with the palm of her hand, leaving one, sweet, drunken kiss to the back of his neck. John swallowed, thickly, sitting up as he wrestled off his t-shirt. He threw it off the bed, laying back down. He took her hand, wrapping himself up snugly in her arms again. "I just wanna sleep. Can we sleep now?" She hummed a little yes, already drifting off beside him. * Freddie turned to Roger the moment Y/N was gone. "What the hell was that? We're trying to get John laid and you start snogging the love of life in front of god and everyone!" Roger rolled his eyes, cockily, "Really? I'm not stupid, Freddie. Tell me Brian, where are they right now?" Brian frowned, "John's bedroom." His eyes lit up with realization, "They're alone in John's bedroom! Rog, that's genius!" Roger scoffed, "I knew he'd get pissed and she'd chase after him. He's jealous. Worked up. Give 'em ten minutes and you'll be hearing her moan his bloody name." Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Thirty. Still, not a sound from John's bedroom. Freddie grabbed Brian's arm, pulling him along as Roger led him down the hall, pressing an ear to the bedroom door. "Nothing." He whispered, frowning. His plan had seemed seamless, though he was, admittedly, wasted. "It's dead quiet in there." Freddie frowned, slowly reaching to grab the door handle. Sure enough, there was Y/N and John. And they were in bed. Fast asleep. Brian chuckled, "Well look at that." Y/N laid on her side, John curled up into her like a little spoon. "I bet that arsehole started pouting! Got all sentimental on her! God he's such a twat when he's drunk!" Freddie groaned, sighing to himself as he held his temples. "I bloody give up." * John woke up three times before Y/N did, each time deciding he was far too content to get up. They'd shifted in their sleep and John had ended up with holding her in his arms, her head resting safely on his bare chest. He admired her as she stirred, yawning. He missed her body warmth immediately when she sat up, moaning as she stretched. God, John thought to himself. What a perfect little noise. He didn't have to miss her for long. She curled right back up against him when she laid back down, mumbling a croaky "Good Morning." John smiled, looking into her eyes, drowsily. His head throbbed, and he groaned his brow furrowing as he held his temples. "What all happened, last night?" She sighed, "Well, I'm not entirely sure. I remember kissing Roger." The memory made a sickly feeling settle in John's stomach as he propped himself up on his elbow. He grumbled as he laid her against the bed. "Wish I'd forgotten that part." She gave an amused smile, tucking a curl behind his ear as he looked down at her. "I remember wishing it was you."

John's heart fluttered. There was a long silence as the birds began to wake outside their window. "Did you really wish it was me?" There was a long silence and he met her eyes again. Their faces were close. Y/N let the corner of her mouth quirk up just a little. "I've always wished it was you, John." He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so bad and she was right there, waiting for him. But somewhere deep in the back on his head, some small voice told him she was only being playful. Flirting. He swallowed thickly, giving an awkward chuckle. He was completely unsure of how to respond. His cheeks went pink as he gave a weak smile. "Oh...I...Well...Now you just flatter me." Y/N's heart sank. He didn't want her. She'd basically laid every bit of herself out on the line for him and still, he hadn't bitten. She cleared her throat a little, knowing the moment was over. Sadness weighed in her chest as she struggled to find words."You're...You're a good friend, John." The word stunned him. Friend. He couldn't stop the flash of hurt in his eyes at the thought. That's how she saw him. That's all he was to her. A good friend. And Y/N saw it. The way his whole body sank a little. The longing in his eyes. Sadness. Her heart broke as she realized what she'd done. "John, I-" His eyes fell to his hand where he played with the bed sheets, his arm still tossed over her stomach. He pursed his lips, shaking his head. There was another silence. Y/N felt a small knot forming in her throat. "John..." He met her eyes, brows raised expectantly. "I didn't realize-" "I know." He mumbled, nodding. "I know." The room was quiet. Y/N could hear the remnants of a rain storm dripping from the window pane. Still, their eyes were locked. Slowly, as if not to startle her, John leaned down to her, pressing the sweetest, softest little kiss to her forehead. He went to pull away again, but Y/N kept a hand against his bare shoulder, keeping him from going very far, at all. Slowly, her palm slid up his shoulder to his neck, cradling his face. His his eyes closed for a moment as he leaned into her touch. They were nose to nose now. John looked beautiful there, a mix of want and confusion in his eyes. Gently, she grazed her thumb over his lower lip. He let her, pressing another little kiss to the pad of her thumb. She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips. He gave a shaky breath, heart stuttering at the proximity. It felt as if everything in the world had gone still. She guided him down to her, kissing him. It was slow and deep. Gentle and chaste, with his nose nudging against her own. Only lasted about five seconds, but his lips were soft. Warm. So warm. And she radiated that warmth from every spot where his skin was pressed against hers. His brows were knitted when she pulled away. He looked overwhelmed, his eyes wide with shock. Anxiety pitted in her stomach. "Fuck, John, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-" "Do it again, please." He choked. His voice was so desperate for her. Almost begging. Her mouth opened to say something but she couldn't find words, and before she even knew what happened, she'd found his lips again. It all happened so fast, as if both were worried the other would change their mind. Or perhaps it was just the culmination of every unspoken thing between them now floating to the surface. It was pure desperation. John moaned as Y/N laced a hand into his hair, tugging his curls. Her other hand found his naked back as he settled himself between her legs, her nails digging at the soft skin there as he grinded down hard against her. She rolled her hips up against his, granting them both more friction. John groaned at the feeling of her clothed heat bucking against his own. Somehow, with John's help, she managed to pull off her tank top, exposing her bare breasts to him. His lips found her neck as he brought his hand up to grope at her blindly, tugging and pinching her one of her nipples. She gave a pitiful whimper as his mouth moved down her neck to her chest, taking her other nipple into his mouth and sucking at her breast. His eyes closed, getting lost in the taste of her skin as her legs hooked around him. Her hands were all over him, his hair, his back, his ass, the tent in his pants. The way he moaned for her made her feel like she was going to melt right into him. She hadn't noticed him clumsily pushing off his joggers, but she certainly did noticed when he parted her legs, pressing his knee up against her heat. She cried out, rocking her hips against his leg as her shorts started to soak through. She wanted to see his cock. Wanted to taste it. But she couldn't bring herself to stop grinding against his leg or deprive herself of his delicious body warmth. She felt John's teeth graze over her nipple and she gasped, moaning his name. He dragged the very tip of his tongue over her, soothing the spot. "John..." She croaked needily as her hand found the outline of his dick in his boxers. She palmed him, stroking him through the thin fabric. His eyes fell closed and he muffled himself as he groaned in pleasure, "Fuck..." He buried his face against her sternum. "Want your cock in my mouth, John, please." He cursed again, rolling his hips as his arms started to weaken with lust. He relaxed them, turning over onto his back for her. His heart sped as he watched her push her little shorts over her ass and off of her thighs, tossing them off the bed. He groaned at the sight of her in only her pale blue panties, an obvious wet spot soaking through their center. She mounted his hips, and he could feel how slick her thighs were with arousal. She gave a devious sort of smile, tying back her hair with an elastic. He knew exactly why. She wanted him to have something to grip.

She met his lips again, letting him enjoy the feeling of her weight on top of him before she moved to his neck, running her tongue along the sensitive skin below his ears. She kissed down his chest, biting and sucking little marks into the smooth skin of his stomach the lower she went...a trail. Then she met his waistband. His eyes were locked on hers as she toyed with the elastic, mouthing at his cock hotly through his boxers. He bit down hard on his lower lip, giving a hoarse whine as his hand moved to hold her hair, instinctively. She grinned up at him playfully, and he fought to steady himself, knowing he was getting far too worked up to last. Then, before John could even catch his breath, she'd pulled his boxers down over his hipbones, taking him deep into her throat. John gasped, cursing like a sailor as she swallowed around him, her tongue moving against his shaft. His grip on her hair was tight as he bucked against her mouth, choking her a little. He started to apologize, but was cut off by another string of his own moans as she bobbed her head against him, taking his length. He tasted so good to her, warm and heavy against her tongue. And his face. Fucking hell, just watching his face was enough to get her going...His eyes fallen shut with pleasure, head pressed against a pillow as his back arched off the mattress. Bliss. It made her heart stir knowing she could make him feel so good. She took him in her hand, jerking him as she circled her tongue around the head of his dick, tasting his precum. He gave a whine as she kissed him there before taking him in her mouth again, cupping his balls this time.His hand found her hair again as he gave a breathy sob, trying not to thrust into her mouth. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth and she knew he was close. She smiled to herself as she took him a little deeper. "Y/N, I'm-" He couldn't even get the words out before she took a deep breath, taking him all the way to the hilt. He came down her throat, moaning her name as he held her against him, weakly. She pulled off of him a bit, taking the last of his load in her mouth as she jerked the base of his cock with her hand. John felt like he couldn't breath. His whole body trembled and buzzed as he came down from his high. He locked eyes with Y/N, and she smiled, opening her mouth to show she'd swallowed everything he'd given her. "Fuck", he groaned deep in his chest, almost unable to even process just how incredibly hot he found that. He grabbing her wrist weakly, tugging her towards him. "C'mere." She frowned, crooking her brow as she crawled up his body. He grabbed at her thighs. He could barely speak, let alone verbalize what he wanted, but he was desperate to get her thighs over his shoulders. She was mounted high up over his chest, still not quite understanding what he was wanting until it suddenly hit her. Oh. Oh. Heat flooded her body. "John...Johnny, just wait a second sweetheart. Catch your breath firs- Oh!" She let out a wanton moan, her fingers gripping his curls as he pulled her panties to the side, burying his face between her legs. She sobbed in pleasure, her hips instinctively starting to roll as he sucked her clit. She wondered if he'd been wanting this for a while. His tongue was heaven to her in that moment. She rode his face as he ate her, pushing his tongue up inside of her. Her head tilted back and she gasped as his arms looped over her legs, pulling her even further down against his perfect mouth. John could have lived the rest of his life there, face buried in her cunt, and he would have died a happy man. His nose nudged against her clit as he moaned, contentedly, her arousal painted across his chin. She tasted so good...and she was so wet for him. She trembled, legs clenching around his head a bit. Her hand gripped the bed post as she steadied herself. "John..." God, the way she said his name. It made his mind go hazy. "John...Oh! I'm close, Johnny, Fuck!" He didn't stop. If anything, be doubled his efforts, holding legs firmly with his arms to keep her from squirming away from the movements of his tongue. She sobbed hoarsely, waves of pleasure rolling through her body as John pushed her over the edge. She cursed, rocking her hips against his face as he worked her through her high. He didn't stop until she was nearly pushing him away with over stimulation. She moved her legs from his shoulder, dragging herself back down his body to lay on top of him, head resting on his chest. John wiped his face on the back of his arm. Y/N, tucked a curl behind his ear, kissing him needily. She moaned, tasting herself on his tongue. He pecked her lips one last time, chastely. "You alright?" He smoothed her hair, watching in admiration as she came back down to him again. She smiled lazily, "Perfect." He grinned, giggling as she kissed him again, starting to catch her second wind. It was sweet at first. Gentle. But the heat behind it grew quickly as their naked bodies moved against one another. John moaned as he slid his hand underneath the back of her panties, groping her ass. Y/N sighed contently, smiling into the kiss as he got fed up and pulled the fabric down off her hips. She kicked them off the side of the bed, and John went back to exploring her, now fully naked, body. The kiss slowed, and he smiled down at her, rubbing her thighs lovingly. Carefully, eyes still locked with hers, he let his thumb trail to her clit, rubbing circles there. She buried her face against his chest, squirming and whining a little at how sensitive she still was, before her body gave in and once again started to relax into his touch. "Good girl..." He whispered, smiling as her hips started to move with him, as they had before. He teased her for a bit longer, giving her just enough friction to keep her happy, but not enough for the sensation to build. Finally, just as she was starting to get frustrated, he flipped her, laying her against the bed as he positioned himself between her legs. She spread herself open, thinking he was finally going to fuck her. "Not yet, love." He mumbled, rubbing her thigh comfortingly with one hand as he teased her entrance with the other. She frowned, and he paused, locking eyes with her as he sunk his finger deep inside of her. He didn't stop until his knuckle was pressed against her. She gave a shuddered breath as he crooked it inside her, fucking her with it slowly. His fingers were long and thin, and he was damn good with them. He played her like his bass, sliding a second finger inside her and strumming gently and quickly against a tender spot, way deep at the bottom of her stomach. She squirmed, rocking her hips against him. She was already so sensitive from his mouth and the sensation was building quickly. Without warning, he pulled his fingers from inside her, bringing them to his lips to clean her wetness from them. She whined, all too worked up and desperate for him. She started to complain before she realized why he'd stopped. John dragged the tip of his cock up and down her entrance. She gasped at the slightest pressure... The gentle poke of his length against her opening. He leaned over her, grabbing a second pillow to prop behind her head. She could see him better that way. They were closer. He didn't move back yet, instead he stopped to press a second kiss to the center of her forehead. She cradled his face just as she had before, guiding him down to kiss her lips as well. His voice was little more than a whisper against her. "You ready?" She nodded quickly, and he smiled at her enthusiasm as he brought her back to him yet again, indulging the soft movements of her mouth. She felt him press into her slowly, and she groaned as he sunk deep into her warmth. She scrunched her nose a little at the slight discomfort of the stretch. John noticed, pressing kisses to her temple as she adjusted to the stretch. Gently, as if testing the waters, she rolled her hips against him, letting him press even deeper. John gave a high pitched moan, letting his own body finish the stroke. He thrusted into her again, slowly. She spread her legs for him a bit more as he found rhythm. And god, it felt like he was meant to be inside her. The way the head of his cock nudged her g-spot was making her entire body buzz. She was tight and warm and wet, and John thought the little whimpers falling from her lips were enough to finish him off on their own. She pushed him flat against the bed, rolling on top of him again and sinking down on his cock. A cry slipped from her lips as he put pressure against the exact right spot inside of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he bucked into her, bringing his hands to grip her waist firmly. Her hips bounced against his cock, making the most beautifully lewd wet noises as they grinded and fucked. John pulled her down against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. He held her against him, and she moaned his name as he fucked up into her. She moved faster against him, reaching down to rub her clit as she clenched around him. She could feel him throbbing inside her. "I'm close." He breathed, grabbing her ass as he thrusted into her harder, his hips smacking against her pubic bone. "Me too.-" She cried out as he pressed hard against that spot inside her. "Right there. Fuck, John, that feels so good." She sobbed, her body trembling as he bounced her against his middle. She bit her lip, thighs clenching as she tried to hold back her high. "Cum inside me." She begged, starting to tip over the edge. "Fill me u-" She gasped, head falling back as her orgasm hit her like a wall. She cried out, muscles succumbing as her whole body pulsed and buzzed with a numbing, hot, white pleasure. John felt her insides clench and flutter around him, pulling him over with her as she tightened and spasmed. The knot in his stomach released as he spilled inside her, his warmth filling her as he assured they both were able to ride out the feeling as long as possible. Y/N collapsed against John's chest, shivering as her body twitched with residual sensitivity. He kissed the tears from her cheeks, wrapping her up snug in a blanket and sliding on his boxers before he ran to the bathroom for a washcloth. Her teeth were chattering when he returned, kissing her forehead. "I'm going to steal this away for just a second, but I'll give it right back, Ok?" Y/N nodded as he pulled back the blanket. tapping her knee, gently. "Can you open for me?" She obeyed, watching him with love in her eyes. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee as he gently cleaned the mess he'd left between her legs. He slid her panties back over her thighs, helping her lift her hips to get them on, and wrapped her up again when he was done, disposing the washcloth before he climbed into bed with her again. He held her close, rubbing her back and hushing her soothingly as she continued to come back down. He kissed her tears away. "Shh, I've got you. I've got you, sweetheart." It wasn't long before they were asleep again, tangled up in each other. Y/N woke up a few hours later, just as a handful of the others had started climbing out of bed for the day. The mattress shuffled as she tucked John back under the blanket, kissing his forehead. He grabbed her wrist just as she was about to leave, his voice croaky and small. "Where're you going?" He was glad to see that she was still naked, if only to confirm with himself that it hadn't all been a dream. "I'm just going to make you some breakfast." He groaned, pulling her back over to him, "Just stay a little bit longer?" She laughed, but didn't resist his pull. He settled her on top of him, head resting on his chest, and she stroked his hair, lovingly. "It's almost noon, sleepy boy." He hummed, pressing his lips against her's. Slow and sweet and lazy... He smirked drowsily against her lips, "What? 've you got a date?" She gave a mischievous grin, "Not yet. Thought I might ask Roger if he wanted to catch a movie." Deaky groaned, scrunching his face in disgust as Y/N laughed. He pinched her ass in retaliation and she yelped, ready to tell him off, but he was too quick as he took her face in his hands and pulled her into another long kiss. She smiled, lips still against his as she spoke between kisses, "I'll make you cheese toast if you let me go now." He narrowed his eyes, humming as he considered her offer. "That's compelling, I'll admit. But I'd rather have you than cheese toast." She giggled, "So you'll just stay in bed forever, then?" "Yes, that's exactly what I want, actually." She hid her grin, rolling her eyes as she sat up, still straddling him. "Well, What if...", she cooed with a half smile. His hands found her waist, whimpering as she gave a test roll of her hips against his. "I make you breakfast..." She slid her hands up his bare chest, laying against him and whispering in his ear as she continued to rock her hips on his clothed length. "And then afterwards..." She nipped his earlobe, making him gasp. "I'll suck your cock again." John groaned, loudly. "Fucking hell, you'll be the death of me." She hummed a chuckle, "Gotta stay quiet, baby. They're awake now. John exhaled shakily. "What do you say, Johnny? 've we got a deal?" He nodded, and she gave him one last heated kiss before she climbed off the bed. He whined at the loss of her body heat, but watched contentedly from the bed as she got dressed. She winked at him and tossed him his shirt, as if inviting him to stare all he wanted. *

John pried himself up out of bed about forty-five minutes later when the smell of bacon and eggs began drifting around the old house. His eyes were still clouded with sleep as he stumbled into the kitchen. "There's Johnny!" Roger cheered, shoveling another fork full of eggs into his mouth. "You slept in. Must've had some exciting dreams, huh mate?" John rolled his eyes, stretching his arms over his head as he gave a yawn, his loose t-shirt riding up over his tummy. Roger's fork clattered as it hit the plate. Freddie laughed, grinning. "Looks like it was more than a dream, wasn't it, darling?" John’s brow crooked, as he glanced around the room. Y/N's face had gone pink, amusement in her eyes. His friends all gawked at him. Suddenly, it hit him. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it a bit to see the trail of hickies Y/N had sucked into his lower stomach, down past his waistband. His eyes went wide as they met Y/N's. She giggled, covering her face as his cheeks went beet red. Brian laughed as Roger cheered teasingly, mussing John's hair as he put his plate in the sink. "Aw, look at him! All shy now!" John shoved Roger's hand away from where he was trying to pinch his cheek, smothering a shy smile. "Wasn't so shy last night, though, I bet!" Freddie giggled along side Roger as the blonde gave John a friendly smack on the back. Y/N watched John as they teased him in good fun. There was a smile on his face as his cheeks grew darker and he shrunk back a bit in embarrassment. She took another bite of eggs as Roger's attention moved to her. "Better eat a big breakfast, love. Seems like our boy John has got a long day scheduled for the two of you." Brian chuckled as Y/N tossed her plate in the sink. A smirk crawled to her lips as she walked straight over to John, pulling him into a long, deep kiss. The boys whooped and hollered as John melted into the kiss, starting up again when his hands slid down her back to her ass. He couldn't care less now. Because he was kissing her. And he never wanted to forget what it felt like ever again. ************************

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