thinking about Queen!Shoko who loves to tease her lady in waiting through the day. She deliberately brushes her fingers along your lower back and leans close to whisper in your ear, knowing that you'll be able to inhale the soft scent of her perfume and body oils.
Queen!Shoko will make excuses to touch you, her brows furrowing in faux concern as she brushes her hands along your dress to brush off dust and other particles she claims are clinging to your clothes. A glint remains in her eyes the entire time as she feels over your hips and under your breasts.
She makes sure to keep you on edge the entire day, chin lifted high as she flips through her books and walks through the halls with you trailing behind her like a pup.
You tolerate her teasing though for she offers the sweetest rewards when the night falls over the lands.
Queen!Shoko loves cigarettes because they keep her mouth busy. However when night falls and everyone is tucked in their beds, she finds something more worthwhile to keep her mouth busy.
Queen!Shoko eats you out nearly every night with enthusiasm, slurping at the slick that runs down your ass and smears over your folds. She enjoys the way you whimper and moan under her while she pins your hips with her hands, sucking your clit between her lips and groaning as you yelp.
She always pulls back with that teasing smile and asks if you want to me caught, sliding her own panties off to stuff between your lips to keep you silent. She likes knowing that you can taste her pussy on her panties while she eats you out and fingers your hole, driving you into overstimulation before deciding to grant you mercy and pulling away.
a/n: I have zero idea where I'm going with this. I just have horny thoughts for Shoko rn
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When someone has no idea what an AI girlfriend even is, I keep it simple: you design a companion, and then you can talk, call, and share moments with her like she's real. SweetDream makes that whole idea easy to grasp by just doing it well.
The reason the explanation lands is the quality behind it. You see the natural chat, hear the warm voice, look at the beautiful photos, and it clicks. sweetdream.ai is the easiest way to understand the appeal firsthand.
Not transformers, sorry! Just wanna try typing for other stuff as well, but I'll still be writing for the series. Not proofread, oof.
A young King/Queen who was trained to be a perfect vessel, carry out orders from their parents and marry whoever had the most power, both in finances and magic.
After all, the birth of nobles was one thing, but matching and combining magical abilities to create a powerful spawn was another.
Their special ability with light magic was bound to be mixed and matched with another noble they wouldn't know.
The only solace?
A maid they remember so long ago, sometimes lost in their mind by time spent in chaotic lessons and meetings they endure now.
Whenever their mind becomes too clouded by fear and hatred, they remember the simple times.
That warm smile, the gentle hands that held theirs, giving advice that only a small kid ever could to another.
They had hoped you could be together forever, but upon being caught skipping a lesson to spend time with that “wicked child” as their mother had stated, you and your mother were banished.
Even as they begged, promising to never speak to you again, the decision was final.
They ran to you, pouring their heart out for this last secret meeting, sharing promises to see each other again.
“Live for your happiness, Your Majesty…”
They tried.
Goodness, they tried.
Given how annoying the old nobility and their parents were, it was hard to keep such a calm and neutral demeanor.
But they had planned their future, or rather, the future with you.
Gaining allies and making deals, ready to overthrow their mother and father, detain the corrupt nobles and renew the outdated laws, bring balance to the kingdom and make it as safe as they could.
So that once everything was said and done, they could hold a grand marriage to announce their love and eternal promise to make you happy.
Just like they promised.
Of course, they had the maid that snitched, tortured, and killed, along with any and everyone who decided to dare speak grossly upon your name and position.
It didn't matter if they had served the castle for years upon years, the workers should have NEVER slandered you like that.
You being born a commoner never mattered.
As far as they cared, you were an angel sent to ease the wounds etched upon their heart.
Your heart was kind, open to all no matter their birth and willing to do what needed to be done to survive.
They dreamt of you every night, wondering what you could be doing, if you were okay and taken care of.
Hoping to see that wonderful dream of meeting once again become a reality.
So imagine their surprise when they see a familiar face walking amidst the town, basket in hand and hair brushed from their face, figure now soft and love handles for them to hold...
It's you…
Their everything-
The reason they dared to hope, to dream, to LIVE-
It's a bit earlier of a meeting than they had planned, but maybe the Goddess was being nice for once.
Of course, they'd be a fool to let you get away after all this time.
Hopefully, the meeting would be just as happy as they imagined.
Either way, it'd be very hard for you to escape their undying love.
Getting back into writing! As to be expected, my hyper-fixations are all over the place, so expect to see various fandoms.
Also, in addition to the typical fanfics, I will be creating Character AI bots! Follow the hyperlink to my profile. You can also tag along on my TikTok (@ metaphorical_love_)! It's mostly about my c.ai bots right now, but I'll probably post other snippets of writing here and there.
Requests are open! I've taken down my old masterlist because I cringe at my old writing lol but the fics are still in the depths of my blog if you're brave enough to read them
You had gone through university with Brian, Roger and Freddie as you were also working towards an art major. Once they became Queen and added John Deacon, the five of you had become inseperateable. You were always around them.
You had known that when the holidays were coming around, Freddie would insist on doing something very big. It was only natural of them. However you insisted on bringing your own decorations to help decorate the studio.
John and yourself were always dancing to Christmas music or singing along to whatever you could play on piano. Freddie didn't want let anyone help with the decorations.
"I have a vision, my dear, and frankly, you'll only get in the way. I hope you understand."
"Come on, it's Christmas," you whined back at him.
"Oh fine."
You clapped your hands and grabbed a piece of garland to start adding to the window ledges.
“I can’t reach!” You shouted, standing in your toes.
“Even Roger can reach!” Freddie teased.
“Hey!”
“You know, standing there and gawking won’t help the decorations go up.”
“I’ll go find a ladder. Or a stool.” Said John, setting down his own piece of tinsel.
You dismissed his intentions. “Eh, it doesn’t matter. Rog, come here.” You waved him over.
You looked up to gage the distance then positioned Roger by the wall. Then you walked behind him and jumped on his back.
“What are you doing!” He laughed.
“Stand still!” You strung the garland to the wall just before letting go and jumping off Roger.
Freddie looked between you two. “My darling, Y/N, I love you, but you’re not clambering onto my shoulders."
You and Roger exchange glances. You two matched the same glances and immediately you both run at Freddie. He attempts to hold him still while you start to climb on his back.
Brian was brooding the whole time. For no reason really. He had expressed his feelings towards helping, but he found many an excuse to whine and read elsewhere.
That went on until entire studio had been decorated with tinsel and ribbon, garlands just about on every wall, and there was mistletoe hanging by the front door.
"I get the star! It's my tree." You laughed as everyone went digging through the box.
Brian was content to sit read the newspaper, now joining everyone in the main room.
You had stood on your toes, reaching up to attach the star. That's when you heard a snicker. You dropped a hand to your hip and looked over your shoulder to scowl.
"Are you just gonna laugh at me?"
Brian looked up at you, laughing aloud this time. You crossed your arms.
"Would help me?"
"No, no, why don't you ask John. He's just about as tall as me." Brian said.
"Are you really being angry with me because I didn't ask you for help? Please?" Brian and you held eye contact. "Please," you tried again.
Brian stood up, coming up behind you to hoist you from the waist, seemingly stronger than he seemed.
You placed the star on and Brian set you down. Freddie clapped. John went around to shut off the lights, Roger to plug in the tree.
"Merry Christmas, you jerk," you said to Brian with a smile.
"Happy Christmas to you too, Y/N." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your cheek.
You were going to enjoy the holidays, you decided.
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For those that request Queen work and don’t specify Queen or Bohemian Rhapsody, I might take creative liberty and just pick one. It’s not that serious but just in case you wanted one fandom and for the other.
Summary: after the infamous hair dye mishap, (y/n) changes their hair color in solidarity
Warnings: none
I woke up this morning to a loud shrieking coming from somewhere in the house.
“Roger?”
The bed next to me was empty and I got scared. What if something happened to him?
Another yell echoed through the house and I finally got up. There was an old tennis racket in the closet, which I grabbed as I carefully walked into the hall. It wasn’t gonna do much damage but at least it was something.
“Roger?” I called out again, “Are you there?”
“(y/n)?” his voice called from down the hall. Why on earth was he screaming in the bathroom at 7am on a Saturday?
I banged on the bathroom door, “Roger? Rog, are you okay? Open up.”
“I’m okay, don’t worry love”
“Then open up”
“I… I can't,” he said from the other side.
“Is the lock stuck? Hold on, I’ll go get a screwdriver-“
“No!” he sounded panicked.
“My god Roger you’re acting as if you’ve got a girl hidden in there,” I rolled my eyes before rethinking what I’d said, “You don’t, right?”
He scoffed, “Of course I don’t (y/n).”
“C’mon, then what’s so bad that you locked yourself in a bathroom?”
He paused for a few moments. “Please don’t laugh.”
The bathroom lock clicked and Roger finally opened it. At first he looked fine, still dressed in pajamas. And then I saw the atrocity he was hiding. His hair, his beautiful blond locks, that hair that everyone admired, was now a violent shade of green. His face was pulled into an almost comical frown. Despite his plea, I couldn’t help myself, the scene before me was just too funny.
“(y/n),” he whined, “You promised you wouldn’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing with you.”
“Yeah right,” he grumbled.
“Aw, come on Rog, it’s really not that bad,” I said, running my hands through his newly dyed hair.
“We have a show tonight (y/n)” he said, “I have to go out there with green hair for hundreds of people to see.”
•••
We arrived at the theater at 5pm for sound check. It was a nice place, room for over a thousand people, and we all had our own dressing rooms. I loved the rest of the band, but there were only so many flying hairbrushes I could dodge.
Naturally, the first thing we heard as we made our way backstage was Brian’s, “Nice hair mate.”
“Shut up,” Roger grumbled.
“Hi (y/n),” Brian greeted me cheerily before turning back to Roger, “What on earth were you trying to do?”
Roger desperately looked over at me for help. I just shrugged. As much as I felt bad for him, it was his own mess. And what a funny mess it was too.
“I was trying to dye it blonde,” he said in a small voice.
“Blonde?” John asked incredulously, “You were trying to dye your already blonde hair blonde?”
“I wanted a different kind of blonde.”
“Roger darling, I hate to break it to you but blonde is blonde,” Freddie joked.
“(y/n) they’re bullying me.”
“Aww come here you poor thing,” I dramatically threw my arms around him, “You boys leave Roger alone. Run off and tune your instruments now.”
“You’re no fun,” Freddie replied in mock-annoyance.
But they did leave, one by one, all going to their own dressing room to get ready. The start of the show was drawing nearer by the minute and there were costumes to be donned and guitars to be tuned and eyeliner to be perfected. I too had a lot of preparing to do. There was something I had planned that might make Roger feel at least a little better about his hair.
“Is my hair really that bad?” Roger asked once everyone else had left.
Though he had laughed off the other’s comments, he sounded genuinely worried about going on tonight. I hadn’t seen him like this before a show since the band had started.
“I promise, it’s not as bad as they’re saying. You know them, they have to poke a little fun. They don’t mean it,” I reassured him.
Roger nodded and kissed me gently on the forehead.
“Am I still pretty though?” he asked, batting his eyes. He was right back to his old self.
“You’re still the prettiest boy here.”
“Reeeally?”
“Yes, now go get ready!” I laughed.
He kissed me one last time and headed off to his own dressing room.
We still had an hour left before the show, if I hurried up I would be ready just in time to go on.
•••
“FIVE MINUTES,” a voice boomed through the hall.
I looked in the mirror one last time, messing up my hair just enough to look good, and not like my hairdryer had exploded. The rest of the band was already strapping on guitars and doing last minute warm ups when I got there. Roger’s eyes grew wide as he saw me.
“(y/n)?” he asked in disbelief, “What did you do to your hair?”
Even in the dim backstage lighting, the dyed orange hue of my hair was clearly visible.
“I dyed it,” I explained, “Now you’re not the only one who’s going on looking like they’re from the circus.”
Roger shook his head, “That’s the nicest, and probably dumbest, thing anyone’s ever done for me,” he smiled, “Thank you (y/n/n).”
“Anything for you darling,” I said, giving him a quick kiss.
“TWO MINUTES,” the voice called again.
“Can I ask one thing?”
“Yeah?”
“Why orange?“ he asked jokingly before adding, “At least my green looks cool.”
“Bowie had orange hair and he looks cool as fuck,” I countered.
“I guess you’re right,” he conceded.
“ONE MINUTE.”
Roger quickly leaned over and kissed me. “Good luck,” he smiled and quickly headed over to his drum kit.
I strapped on my guitar and looked over to him one more time. His green hair clashed fantastically with his white shirt. Roger raised his eyebrows as he caught my stare.
I shot him a quick wink as the final call came, “AND… SHOWTIME!”
The last thing I saw before turning to face the crowd was Roger wink back at me. The crowd’s screams and claps were deafening, but soon enough Freddie’s voice overpowered even that.
