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anti-the-glitch-bitch · 3 years ago

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Into the Void

Chapter 3

Word Count: 4,907

A flash of light and then a cold, wet nose is in my face waking me up. The first thing I see is Chica's face staring me down. I smile at her and go to sit up, forgetting where I am. I yelp as I bash my head against the underside of Mark's bed. I rub my forehead as I put my head down. A chill goes down my spine as I remember what happened last night.

Mark would have told me if his house was haunted. He knows how I am about spooky things. That's why I can't play horror games by myself. I'm trying to convince myself that it was all just a dream when a face pops over the side. "Bri? What are you doing under my bed?"

"Haha. Yeah about that," I scoot out from underneath the bed until I can sit up properly. I'm not really sure how to explain, so I hesitate before facing him. "Um, I either had an absolutely terrible nightmare, or your house is haunted as fuck."

Mark just stares me down as I pick up the pillow and blanket. He is trying very hard to remain calm, but I can tell something is wrong. "Are you telling me this place is haunted? If it is, I'm sleeping under your bed every night while I'm here. You know I can't deal with the spooky." I try to make a joke about the whole thing, but his reaction is freaking me out.

He gives me a forced laugh." I think I would know if this place is haunted. I've lived here for how long? Nothing weird has ever happened to me. It must have been an awful dream. Come on, let's get breakfast." He chuckles and starts getting up.

I head back to the guest room and throw the pillow and blanket on the bed. I close the door and start getting dressed. Well, that was strange. Mark must be trying to freak me out. Must be another prank of his. I shake my head and go to the bathroom, bumping into Sean along the way.

"Something smells amazing," I say as I walk into the kitchen. The entire kitchen smells like bacon, and I see Mark making pancakes. I look over at the spot where I left my cup of milk, but it's gone. Maybe it was just a dream after all?

"Ha. I figured I should step up my game. Otherwise, Amy might kill me for being such a bad host." Mark turns to look at me briefly before turning back to the stove. Sean laughs at that. He pulls out a chair from the island for me.

"I can't wait to tell her that ye left Bri hanging at the airport. She'll do more than murder you." Sean smiles at me with a glint in his eyes.

"Hey, I said I was sorry. I really did get caught up in recording." Mark pouts as he starts putting pancakes onto plates. I grab mine and start drowning them in syrup. "I believe you, Mark. If I didn't, you would be dead by now." All three of us laugh at that.

We all joke and tease each other throughout breakfast. Eventually, the talk turns into what we'll be doing for the next couple of weeks. Mark and Sean prerecorded enough videos that we'll be able to just hang out for several days, but they still want to do a few collab videos. They try their hardest to talk me into doing it with them, but I'm not sure if it's something I really want to do.

After breakfast is done and the kitchen is cleaned, we head into the living room to watch a movie. We decide to watch Avengers and make ourselves comfortable. Mark and Sean are cracking jokes about Fury when I decide to look at the comments from the stream yesterday. I'm curious as to what people are saying about my surprise appearance.

I'm scrolling through comments and see that a lot of them seem to find me funny. People are giving timestamps of when I start my karate chop freak out, but not for the reason I'm expecting. Most people are screaming about a Darkiplier appearance and theorizing that I have something to do with it. I go to the time people are talking about and play the video.

I see myself walking towards the door when all the color in the video turns grayish. Mark and Sean are oblivious to what's happening behind them. One second, I'm alone at the door the next, a figure is behind me. The figure is taller than me and wearing a black suit. You can't tell what exactly is happening since we are so far away from the camera. There is a faint red and blue layer over the figure as if the camera was picking up echoes of them that are out of sync. All of a sudden, I spin around, karate chopping the place that the figure should have been.

The video goes back to normal, and Sean looks back at me, laughing. I pause the video and just stare at my phone. I rewatch that part again in shock. I look up at Mark and Sean. "Guys, pause the movie a sec."

"What's up?" Sean asks as Mark pauses the movie.

"Did you do anything to the stream after it ended?" I hold up my phone as though that should be enough of an answer.

Mark just takes my phone and watches the part that I'm talking about. Sean is watching over his shoulder and the look at each other. Sean goes back to his seat and starts doing something on his phone. "Yeah, you were asleep when I got done with it, so I didn't have a chance to mention it to you. The fans have been clamoring for another appearance and it just seemed to fit in with your actions." He shrugs and hands me back my phone.

"Oh, um, ok." Something was definitely up with both of them but Mark's explanation made sense. Mark continued the movie but neither of them seemed as interested in it now. They kept looking at each other. Mark caught me staring at him a few times and every time would give me a goofy smile.

When the movie ends, both of them get up. Mark hands me the remote, looking at me weirdly. "Hey, Sean and I have to do a few videos, so you're welcome to whatever. It'll probably be a few hours before we're done so feel free to do whatever you want. I have some consoles hooked up if you want to play games." They quickly leave before I can say anything.

Something is very wrong and I was going to find out exactly what it is. I've been friends with Mark long enough to know when something is upsetting him. With all the weird things happening in this house, I was not going to be left in the dark.

I wait about 10 minutes before I put on a random movie and start sneaking upstairs. I can hear Mark and Sean arguing about something as I get to the door, but not what they are saying. Very carefully I open the door a crack and their voices flood the hallway.

"Ye need ta tell her the truth. Ye're puttin her in more danger by not sayin anything!" Sean's accent is getting thicker with every word.

"I can keep her safe! I'll make a deal with him if I have to! Besides, you don't have any room to talk. You told me you had Anti under control, but now you're saying she saw him in the mirror?"

"He's been fighting me more the past couple a weeks. I don't know what she saw bit if ye had seen her face. It was like she was waiting for something ta jump outta the mirror. I can make up an excuse and go home, but it'll be harder to explain if ye send her back when she just got here." Sean's voice softens as worry thickens his voice.

Mark sighs, "How am I supposed to explain this, Sean? Oh, hey Bri? That weird shit that you've been seeing is really Dark and Anti. Oh, you know, our alter egos, that are actually real. Not sure what they want with you, but you need to leave now.

Upon hearing this absolutely terrifying conversation, I quietly close the door. I'm damn near hyperventilating as I run through the house and out the back door. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck What do I do with this? They be hot, but if the videos are anything to go by, they also be outrageously dangerous and not worth it.

My breathing is erratic as I panic. I start walking around a tree, counting my steps, to calm myself. It won't do any good if all of us are freaking out.

If this is actually real, then what could Dark want with me? I haven't seen Mark in person in so long. I don't live close by. There was no real advantage to going after me.

I must have done something absolutely terrible in my past life for me to get this much bad luck in one lifetime. Couldn't even make it one day without something shitty coming up. My panic is gone but I'm far from calm. I put my back to the tree and sit down.

I can hear an occasional shout from the boys but for the most part the house is silent. I sigh and think about my options. If I run now, I will always be looking over my shoulders. Not to mention I'll never forgive myself for taking the coward's way out.

I feel something caress my arm, but when I look, there is nothing near me. I decide to trust my gut and start talking. Either he is there or I'm crazy and I'll just be talking to myself. I lean my head back against the tree and try to look as nonchalant as possible.

"Are they still arguing about how to deal with you two, or are they actually recording now?" Silence fills the air and seems to last for eternity. I stare at the ground for a few moments. "It's rude to ignore someone when they're talking to you. I thought you had better manners than that, Darkiplier?" A cold breeze rushes by, and the world starts to take on a gray tinge.

I look up at the sound of slow clapping. "Well, well, well. Look who has found her courage. I wonder what could have changed that?" Dark puts his arms behind his back and smirks. He looks exactly as he'd in all of Mark's videos, down to the slight echoes, that spasm at odd times. He cracks his neck and looks down at me, only a few steps away.

"I thought it was a ghost haunting Mark's house. I tend to be a chicken when it comes to things like that. You, on the other hand, don't terrify me. I know who you are and that takes away the fear factor." I stare him down as I stand up and lean against the tree. "Now, are you going to answer my question?"

"If that's what you were planning, you would have done it already. Instead, you're being a dramatic bitch and trying to scare me. Now knock it off and answer the question or I'm going inside." I poke him in the chest to show I'm not afraid of him.

Dark stares at me for a moment and then takes a few steps back. "They are indeed recording. I expect they won't be done for some time." I sigh in relief. I really didn't want them to come looking for me while Dark is still here. Who knows what would happen?

"So, why are you harassing me? Is it because I'm here and you like freaking out Mark?" I cross my arms and try to ignore the shadows that are gently tugging at my clothes in different places.

"Oh Bri. I've been watching you for quite some time. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment. For you to finally make an appearance here. I have such big plans for you." He smiles and there is so much malicious intent in it.

It enrages me that he stands in front of me, acting so high and mighty. Trying to intimidate and threaten me, like I'm just a pawn in his stupid games. I don't even think as I step forward and slap Dark as hard as I can. "I will not be a pawn in whatever game you're playing! All I wanted was to get away from my shitty life and spend some time with my best friend, AND YOU ARE RUINING IT! Now run back to whatever hole you crawled out of and stay there!" My breathing is heavy and I stand my ground.

I am entirely unprepared when Dark quickly strikes, wrapping his hand around my neck and lifts me into the air. His hand squeezes my neck and I claw at his hand, struggling to breath.

"You have no say in what happens, little girl." Dark glares at me. I think I might have pissed him off. Oops. "I will do as I please! The more you fight me, the more pain you will incur. I applaud you for attempting to stand your ground, but I wouldn't tempt fate, if I were you." He throws me to the ground, where I stay, trying to relearn how to breath. I feel a foot on my back, pushing me into the ground, on my stomach. I struggle to get up, but Dark is far stronger than the average man.

"Two days!" I struggle to get even those words out. The pressure on my back disappears and I roll over, to find him crouched next to me. His hands are clasped together and he is looking at me with a question on his face. "Give me two days of uninterrupted hang out time with Mark and Sean, before you do anything else. I'm supposed to stay for a few weeks. That still gives you plenty of time to do your spooky act. That also includes Anti. Tell him to stop fighting Sean until the two days are up."

That dick had the nerve to laugh. A full throated, throw your head back, kind of laugh. "Trying to make a deal are we? You can't make a deal if you hold none of the cards."

"I can just leave. Pack up all my things up and leave before the guys are done. What would happen to your precious plans if I did that? You said it yourself. You were waiting for this moment, when I came to visit Mark. Mark would understand if I left." I slowly stand up, rubbing at my sore throat.

Dark stands and looks at me as if I'm a dog that just learned a new trick. "It would appear you hold a few cards after all. If I do this, I want a few things in return. You won't tell either of them about this conversation. You won't leave before the second day is up. Last but not least, you won't fight me when the time comes."

The first two I expected but not the last. If I do this, I am essentially giving up. Sure, I can try to outsmart him, but will I be able to? I don't even know what Dark has planned. I think about it for a few minutes, but I had my choice the moment Dark had stopped talking.

"Fine. Starting tomorrow I get two days with the guys with no interference from Anti or you. After that, I'm yours." I sigh as Dark gives me one of his smiles. A smile I've only seen in a Darkiplier video. Charm oozes from him as he takes one of my hands and kisses the back of it.

"I look forward to our next encounter, Bri." He walks behind me and when I turn around, he's not there. The world is full color again and the only trace of Dark, is the pain in my throat. I take one last look around the yard and then go inside.

I head to the bathroom to make sure there's no bruising on my neck. There's no discoloration, for which I'm thankful for. I may have made a terrible decision but I've bought myself two days before the shit hits the fan. I put on a smile and head towards the recording room. I don't hear any yelling coming from the other side, so I just barge in.

I run smack dab into a chest as soon as I open the door. Quickly backing up, I see I ran into Sean. "Ope. Sorry about that. I didn't know anyone was standing next to the door." I rub my poor nose.

"Ha. That's ok. We just finished up and I was about to head downstairs. Did you need something?" Sean asks as he backs up.

"Well, I figured it's about lunchtime and was wondering if you guys like pizza? My treat." I see Mark's head swiftly turn at the sound of pizza. Sean follows me as I walk over to Mark. "That sounds like a great idea! I'll order if you buy. We can go swimming after we eat."

"Sounds like a great plan. I was ogling your pool while you guys were up here." This will also give me the chance to appreciate the fine artwork that is Sean McLoughlin. Mark is nice too, but he is like my brother. Would feel really weird to ogle him.

I run to my room to get my wallet. I find it quickly enough and rush back. Mark is already on the phone, so I just hand my card over to him. Sean is sitting on the couch in the back of the room, so I go over to him. "Hey, I'm going to go set up the living room so we can play some games while we wait. Care to join me or do you need to finish up in here?" Sean gets up and looks at his buddy for a minute. "I'm finished with my stuff. I think we're going to edit the videos tomorrow, since we already have material we can upload today. So, lead the way m'lady."

Chuckling, I make my way out to the living room. Sean gets us drinks while I hook up the ps4 and start browsing games. "Ooo. We can play Jackbox! I play it with Mark occasionally, when he does a live stream."

"I'm game. That's always a fun game to play." He sets the drinks on the table. He seems much more relaxed than before. That subtle sense of tension is gone. Dark must have been able to talk to Anti. Good, that means Dark might actually stick to the deal. Mark joins us about 5 minutes later. "Jackbox huh? Always a great pick." He flops down on top of me while Sean sits in the chair. "Geez, Mark! Haven't you heard of personal space?" I laugh and push him on to the floor. Sean starts cracking up and Mark just pouts.

"Well, yeah, but you're just so comfy." He sits on the far end of the couch and spreads out. We get the game going and play until the pizza gets here. We continue playing while we ear, all of winning a fair amount.

After lunch, we clean up and then go change into our swimsuits. After I get my swimsuit on, I put my hair into a ponytail, so my hair doesn't get in the way. As I make my way into the kitchen, I hear shouting outside. Mark and Sean are already jumping into the pool while Chica is laying under a tree in the shade.

I take a running leap towards the pool. "CANNONBALL!" I scream just before I jump in. I land in between them, causing a tidal wave to hit them both. I start laughing the moment I break the surface.

"The look on both your faces was hysterical. Just sheer terror. Did you think I was going to jump on one of you?" They are still wiping their faces. "Well, that's what it looked like from our angle!" Mark starts laughing and splashes me. The antics don't stop for a few hours. By the time we go back inside, it's 5 in the afternoon. I'm looking through the cabinets and fridge for something to fix, when a towel is placed over my head. I'm laughing and take the towel off to find Sean behind me.

"Watcha lookin for?"

"I was thinking about making tacos. I'm just checking if I have all the ingredients. Looks like someone needs to make a grocery run. Go get changed and see if Mark will go with you to the store." I start winding up the wet towel as Sean slowly backs away. He yelps and takes off running as I crack the towel in his direction. I hear him laughing as he gets farther away. I find enough beef in the fridge to make enough for the three of us. Thankfully, Mark has taco seasoning, so I don't have to wait to get the meat started. All we really need is stuff for toppings. By the time I find a pen and paper, and write down everything down we need, Sean and Mark are back.

"You don't have to cook Bri. We can always order something." Mark grabs the list from my hands and skims over it. "Oh no! I'm not eating takeout everyday while I'm here I want real food too." I waggle my finger at him. "Okay. It was just a suggestion." He chuckles.

"Are you coming with us?"

"Na. I'm going to get started on the meat. It should be done by the time you get back."

"We won't take long." They head out the door and I go upstairs to change into actual clothes.

When I get back in the kitchen, the lights start to lightly flicker. I sigh as I get skillet out and turn on the stove. "I would say it's rude to come over unannounced, but I guess this is you announcing yourself." I continue prepping everything before turning around. As I expected, Darkiplier is standing on the side of the island. The world is lightly tinged gray again. Dark is smiling and gently leaning against the island.

"How homely. Cooking dinner as if you've always lived here." His tone is slightly condescending.

"Like I said before, I'm not eating takeout for every meal that I'm here. Are you hungry? Do you even eat?" I'd never thought about it before, but it doesn't hurt to be polite.

"I can eat but I don't need it as a sustenance." My question seems to have thrown him off. I chuckle to myself as I get something out of the freezer and throw it at him. "Yeah, well, eat a Snickers anyway. It might make you something other than a condescending bastard." Dark avoids the candy and slams his hand down.

"Do you think this is a game!! That I won't hurt you now, just because of our deal? Well, I'll let you in on a secret. Our deal doesn't start until tomorrow. I still have until midnight to do what I want with you." An echo of him screams briefly as he walks towards me. I know I should be terrified, but I just can't Instead, I focus on getting the meat into the skillet. The skillet is hot enough that the meat immediately starts sizzling. I can feel Dark glaring at me and the tension is rising.

I'm 99.99% sure he is waiting for me to break the silence. I have no idea what to say, though. He pretty much just threatened my life. How do you even respond to that? I'm going to do what I do best, and pretend he isn't even there. I get my phone out, get on YouTube, and put on my Darkiplier/Antisepticeye song playlist.

I put the volume on full blast and pro my phone against the wall, where I can watch the video. Singing along to the fan edited versions of different songs, I continue to cook. After a few songs the atmosphere seems calmer. If it wasn't for that weird, gray tinge, I would say it's because Dark has left.

I continue to sing and ignore him. The boys should, hopefully, be back soon. I'm not sure how far the store is, so they could be gone for another 30 minutes. The meat is almost done, so I turn to start looking for a strainer, and bump into Dark. My breath hitches and my heart starts racing as I look up at him. His face is neutral as he steps asides. When he's like this, you can almost forget what giant douchebag he is. I start blushing and quickly grab the stuff I need. I put a bowl in the sink and put the strainer on top.

Just ignore him. Pretend he doesn't exist and everything will go back to normal. I take a deep breath and go to grab the skillet off the stove. A mitten appears in front of my face, just as I'm about to grab the skillet. I look up at Dark but he doesn't say anything, just holds the mitt in front of me. Watching him is like watching a predator hunt its prey.

Focused.

Patient.

Entirely unnerving.

"Uh, thanks." I hurriedly put the mitten on and take the skillet over to the sink. I dump the meat in the strainer and wait for the grease to drain, before putting it back in the skillet. Once on the stove, I dump in the taco seasoning and stir it up a bit. I turn the stove down so it keeps the meat warm but doesn't keep cooking it. I take a quick peak at Dark, who is still watching me, and then grab my phone. I turned my playlist off and switched it to a more classical playlist. Sure, I can't sing to these songs but he seemed to be a Mozart kinda guy.

I refuse to see what his reaction is as I put my phone on the counter. I grab a sheet tray, put the hard tacos on it, then put them in the oven, and turn the oven on. There's nothing else for me to do until the guys get back, so I go sit on a stool that's on the opposite side. Checking my phone, I see that Mark texted me saying they were on the way.

Oh, thank you so much, sweet baby jebus. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. Two visits in one day, from a guy I didn't even know existed, has been exhausting.

"The guys will be here soon. Are you sticking around for the show or you gonna pull a disappearing act?" I stare him down and really hopes he leaves. The less time around him, the better.

"Remember the deal, Bri." Dark stares at me for a moment with his hand out. I'm about to question him, when a Snickers appears in his hand. Without another word he walks off into.... Nothingness. He just disappears.

I just give a sigh of relief as the grey tinge leaks away. "Dark, you may be hot as hell but you are so damn dramatic." I mumble to myself as I look towards the spot where the Snickers landed. Sure enough, it's gone. "Dramatic." I chuckle.

As I'm pulling out the taco shells, I hear the door open. "We're backkkk!" Sean yells out.

"Took you long enough! Thought I was gonna have to eat by myself!" I walk into the living room and see Sean and Mark struggling to get into the house.

"We did some actual shopping. Not just what was on the list." Mark huffs as a bag gets stuck on the coffee table. I squeeze past them both so I can shut the door.

"Good! Means I don't have to rely on takeout for food." I laugh as I take some of the bags from Mark. "Are there any more groceries that need brought in?"

"We are men! We bring everything in, in one trip." He huffs as though he is offended.

"Multiple trips are for pansy's!" Sean chimes in from the kitchen.

I'm laughing as I close the front door. "Okay. I got it. I'm sorry I asked. I won't do it again."

I start pulling out the stuff for toppings and get it ready as the boys put everything else away. When we are done, we start making our plates. Dinner passes relatively quickly with our joking and seems to be over before we know it. After dinner and we clean up, I decided to say goodnight to the guys and head to bed. Yeah, it was only 8:00 by the time I got in bed, but I had an exhausting day. After taking a shower I jump into bed and turn off the light.

I'm super excited for these next two days.

#markiplier #jacksepticeye #horror #ao3 fanfic #Darkiplier #Antisepticeye

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rushingheadlong · 5 years ago

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Together With You - A Brian May x f!Reader smut fic

Summary: You spend an intimate morning keeping Brian company as he works.

Wordcount: ~1,900

Tags/Warnings: 18+/NSFW, smut, cockwarming, creampie

Notes: Written for an anon prompt for late 70s Brian x f!Reader with cockwarming. This ended up a bit on the softer side, rather than the D/s route, but I hope it’s alright!

You find Brian right where you were expecting him to be - already hard at work at the small desk tucked into the corner of the living room. Queen has a few weeks of downtime before they have to go back into the studio, but you wouldn’t know that from looking at Brian. After the success of News of the World, and particularly the popularity of We Will Rock You, you know that Brian is already feeling the pressure to deliver something even greater for the next album.

Maybe you should be annoyed at how much time Brian is spending hard at work, but you can’t really bring yourself to be upset when he just seems so stressed and tired. Even from the doorway of the living room you can see the tightness in his shoulders and so, even though you came here looking for him in the hopes of coaxing him back into bed with you, a new plan starts to come together instead as you quietly pad over to Brian.

It’s a testament to how consumed he is by his work that Brian doesn’t notice you until you’re literally right next to him - but the smile he gives you is as warm and genuine as ever as he sets down his pen and leans up to give you a kiss. “Good morning, Y/N. What time is it?”

“Still early enough,” you tell him. “Have you been working long?”

Brian shrugs. “For a bit. I couldn’t sleep,” he says, and you know that means he was probably down here for half the night. He gives you a quick once-over, and a knowing smirk, and adds, “Let me guess. You were coming to distract me?”

“Mm, I was,” you admit, because it’s hard to deny that when you’re wearing a pair of panties and one of Brian’s oversized button-down shirts, and nothing else. “But I think there’s been a change of plans.”

“Oh?” Brian says, clearly curious, but rather than answering you climb into his lap, straddling his hips and wrapping your arms loosely around his shoulders. Brian laughs as his hands settle on your waist and he teases, “You call this a chance of plans?”

“Well. Of a sort.” You roll your hips down against Brian’s and he groans, and can’t stop himself from rocking back against you.

“This still seems like a distraction, Y/N,” Brian says, as he starts to trail kisses along your neck.

“Not if you don’t want it to be. I don’t need you to fuck me right now, I just need you hard enough to get inside me,” you tell him.

Brian immediately knows what you’re talking about and he pulls back so he can look at you properly. His mouth has dropped open in surprise but there’s excitement and hunger in his eyes and his voice trembles slightly with desire as he asks, “Fuck, Y/N, are you sure?”

“Absolutely positive,” you tell him. “You’re not the only one who loves this, remember?”

Because Brian does love this. He loves having you around his cock, sitting on it or holding it in your mouth, not desperately racing towards an orgasm but just being there, close to him in the most intimate way possible. It had taken him years to muster up the courage to ask you for this, and he still doesn’t request it often, but you’ve come to adore that closeness as much as he does.

And more importantly, at least on this occasion, it gives you a way to quite literally stay connected to Brian while he finishes up whatever he’s been working on. If you really wanted Brian’s full attention he would give it to you gladly, but you know that it would come with a price. When Brian returned to his work later he would be out of sorts and off his rhythm, you don’t want to put him through that stress - not when you can relieve some of his tension instead.

“What do you say, babe?” you purr, pressing a kiss to the edge of his jaw. “Want me to sit on your cock, keep it nice and warm for you while you work?”

“Fuck- Yes, god, yes.” He catches your mouth in a searing kiss, as his hands push under the hem of the shirt that you’re wearing and you reach down to free his cock from his trousers.

He’s not quite fully hard yet, but you weren’t lying when you said that you didn’t need him to be for this. Brian pulls your panties to one side as you raise up on your knees just enough to position his cock at your entrance and start to slowly sink down and, god, even like this he fills you perfectly, like the two of you were made for this, and you moan softly as you take him to the hilt and settle back down onto Brian’s lap.

Your instinct is to rock down on his cock, to get him fully hard and take your pleasure from him, because Brian just feels so good inside you. You bury your face against Brian’s neck, whimpering quietly, as Brian strokes gently up and down your back. “God, god, Bri…”

“Shh, that’s it, just relax, baby.” Brian kisses your temple softly. “You’re so good to me, Y/N, love you so much…”

You nuzzle against Brian and after a few moments you start to relax against him. Brian keeps stroking along your back with one hand, but you hear him reach out with his other hand for the pen he set aside earlier as he starts working again. You lean against him, held in place by his hand on your back and your arms loosely draped around his shoulders, and just enjoy the feeling of Brian surrounding you completely.

He fills your entire senses. You hear his breathing, the sound of his pen scratching at the pad of paper, his faint mumbling as he thinks through his lyrics. You smell his skin and his shampoo where your face is buried in the crook of his neck. And you feel him, his hand on your back and his thighs underneath you and his cock inside you.

You feel it every time one of you shifts, no matter how slightly, and you sigh and whimper as it drags against your inner walls. Even like this his cock is still just thick enough that you can’t ignore it but it’s a comfortable fullness, warm and intimate in a way that always makes your chest tight with love for Brian. You’re aroused, of course you are, but it’s low and easy to set aside.

You had gone looking for Brian not long after you woke up, and once you get used to the feeling of him inside you it’s easy for you to drift into a lazy half-sleep as Brian works. His focus is almost entirely on his work, to the point where he never gets more than half-hard inside you as you warm his cock, but you don’t feel ignored. How can you possibly feel ignored when you’re as close to Brian as you can ever get?

You know that Brian is done working when you shifts underneath you, a bit more purposefully than before and you smile as you’re pulled back into the moment. “All set, then?” you murmur against Brian’s skin.

“All set,” Brian confirms. You hear him set down his pen and then both of his hands are on you again. He gently cups the side of your face and coaxes your head up so you’re looking at him as he smiles and says, “You were amazing. Thank you for this.”

You lean in and kiss him, and even though Brian tries to make it gentle you nip at his bottom lip when you pull away and say, “Good. Can you fuck me properly now?”

Brian laughs, and the hand on your back dips down and pushes up underneath the hem of your shirt so he’s touching your bare skin now. “Yeah, I think I can do that. How do you want to do this?”

“Just like this,” you say as you grind down against him. You can feel yourself growing wetter as you think of Brian fucking you here, with you curled up in his lap and only minutes after you were simply warming his cock while he worked. And Brian is getting harder now, rocking up into you just a little and making you gasp and cling tighter to Brian’s shoulders.

Brian does most of the work here. He doesn’t make you ride him, he just uses his grip on your hips to move you against him as his thrusts get harder and faster. After being filled for so long it feels indescribably wonderful to finally be fucked, and you gasp and moan and bite at Brian’s neck as both of you chase the orgasms that you’ve delayed for so long.

“Touch yourself, baby, touch yourself for me,” Brian pants as he squeezes your hips a little bit tighter, and thrusts up into you a little bit rougher. “I wanna see you come Y/N, want you to come on my cock…”

You bring one hand down to your clit and you cry out at the first touch on your swollen nub, so sensitive after spending so much of the morning in a low state of arousal. You can feel yourself racing towards your peak as you rub tight circles around your clit but it’s Brian who comes first, his hips stuttering up into you as he groans and bites at your shoulder and fills you with come.

And it’s only a second or two later that you follow him over the edge, your orgasm hitting you so quickly and so hard that it takes your breath away and your nails dig into Brian’s shoulder as you gasp, high-pitched and hitching, and rock between Brian’s cock and your own fingers.

The two of you stay there for several long minutes as you catch your breath and Brian presses kisses along your neck and collarbone and you try not to clench down on Brian’s cock as he slowly starts to grow soft inside you again.

“We should move somewhere more comfortable,” Brian says at last.

You should, you know that, but you don’t want to lose this closeness that you have with Brian now. You whine, a little, and press your thighs tighter against his, and say, “Wanna keep you inside me.”

You feel Brian’s spent cock twitch inside you at your words. It’s too soon for either of you to start a round two, but that’s not what you’re asking for and Brian knows it.

“Alright,” he says. “Let’s see if I can manage this then.”

And he stands, slowly and carefully, as you wrap your legs around his hips and cling to him. His cock slips out, just a little, a trickle of come sliding out as well, and when you reach the bedroom Brian has to pull out completely while the two of get situated in the bed - but then he slides back inside you and you sigh as he slots into place again and the two of you wrap yourselves around each other again.

#brian may x reader #brian may smut #brian may fic #brian may fanfic #queen band fic #brian may x female reader #queen fic #brian #my fic #1YearFics #(this is the first time I've written a kink that isn't super my Thing so I hope it's alright?)#(I wrote some actual smut at the end to hopefully make up for my lack of innate enthusiasm for this kink)

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Emma’s Court Hearing | 22nd October

Charlie: It had been a long morning and every time he tried to grab his coat to leave the house, Lottie started screaming her head off and wouldn’t settle. Then Jocelyn was asking him a million and one questions and Hope was fussy and Sophie had had a bad night and he was worried about Ruby... but of course he was going to be here for Emma, especially today, so he eventually got out the door and into the car and headed off, arriving probably dead last. “I’m here, I’m here. Sorry..” He shook his head, giving Josie a little hug hello and then moving to wrap Emma up in his arms next. “Hey, you.. you ready?”

Eric: Eric shook Brendan's hand before placing his hand on the small of Imogen's back. "I'm here if you need to leave at anytime. I've got you." He whispered to her, kissing her head gently.

Brendan: He shook Eric's hand as well. It was what they did, being Matthews men. "Well she seems like she is a friendly. Which is good thing I think." Looking over at Charlie, he gave him a nod. It always seemed like there was tension between them because of Lydia. But they were in each other's lives and not just because of Lydia but because of Josie and Emma.

Elliot: "I'm here." Elliot came up to the group, wrapping an arm around Nina to hug her. "I'm here for support not as a cop today." Which was true, he was there for that. He knew how much his daughter loved her wife and plus Emma was family.

Emma: Emma looked over at Brianne and took her hand gently. "It's going to be okay." She told her softly and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. Looking over at Steve for a moment. "Yeah, I think we are ready." No matter what today brought, she knew that she did the right thing. Killing him. And she didn't regret that at all and never would.

Steve: Steve nodded his head a little bit. "Okay, so as discussed. We will have our opening statements, Charlie they will probably call you first and then they will call the officers that responded, and then Nina, now they might ask if you believe Emma married you this way you couldn't testify against her, now Imogen they will bring up your past relationship with Emma, why did you guys break up and things like that. They might even bring in Lauren and Noelle. Which brings us to Douglas Hannah, who not only hit Emma but her wife as well, it works in our favor cause he has already confessed the Hale's hired him to take care of their problem. Then that brings us to you Bri, if you are up for it. And then there is Martin Hale, he was the biggest key in this case cause of his DNA that matches the twins." Steve told all of them as they moved inside. "Emma your statement will be last and I'm going to try everything in my powers to make sure you go home to your family."

Charlie: He nodded, hating to even think of that night because he got so angry and he didn't think it was fair Emma had to relive it... but of course he was going to be here and do what he had to.

Nina: She leaned into Elliot, needing to feel the comfort. She hated this and she hoped that Steve would be able to do it... that Emma would come home.

Brianne: She looked over at Emma, trying for a slight smile. "I hope so." Hopefully Emma was right and it would all be okay. She knew this was harder for Emma but she was having a hard time knowing what she was here for. She listened to Steve as he talked and she nodded. "I can do it." She said.

Emma: Emma leaned into Charlie for a moment before moving to walk with everyone else. Looking over at Brianne. "I believe in you." She told her, before taking Nina's hand again. "I love you." She told her softly. No matter what happened today, she needed Nina to know that and believe that. Moving into the courthouse and into the room that the proceeding would be at. Emma took a seat where Steve told her to do so. When they judge came in, they all stood up and then sat down. The judge looked around for a moment after sitting down. "I do not need or want this case to turn into a spectacle. I will have anyone thrown out that causes a scene. We are here to determined the fate of Mrs. Everet-Williamson for the murder of Duncan Hale and rape of Mrs. Everett-Williamson by Duncan Hale. We have Mrs. Emma Everett-Williamson present and Mr. Steve Bates representing her. For the Hales, we have Mrs. Victoria Hale present and Mr. Scott Glass representing her and the family. Opening statements."

Steve: Steve listened to the opening statement by this Scott Glass person, he wasn't sure how good of a lawyer he was because he had never heard of him. But he was a big deal in Liverpool and apparently was friends with the Hale's, which is why he took the case. Considering that they didn't have any money now. Thanks to Brendan. After he was finished, Steve stood up and moved into the center of the room. "Ladies and gentlemen, your honor, my client Mrs. Emma Everett-Williamson may not be innocent of these charges against her, she is an outstanding citizen, a protective mother and loving wife. But she acted out of fear and self defense one night. My client didn't act out of malice, she didn't actively seek out Duncan Hale in any way like they want you believe. My client was afraid that Duncan Hale would attack her again or worse. She was not only protecting herself but her children as well. When the Hale's found out she was pregnant, they sent that man right there." He pointed over to Douglas for a moment. "To either hurt Emma and cause her to lose the babies or kill all three of them. My client, Emma Everett-Williamson was acting out of fear and protection just like any parent would. Thank you." He moved to sit down next to Emma again. They called Charlie up and after the other lawyer was finished, Steve stood up and moved into the center of the room again. "Mr. Baker, can you take us through your day all the way up until finding my client, your daughter in that alleyway."

Charlie: He felt a bit less uncomfortable with eyes on him nowadays, more like himself again, but this was definitely an uncomfortable situation. "Well, I was working. I was supposed to meet her for dinner, with Nina. I would have met her at the centre but she wanted to walk so I waited. She didn't turn up on time. Then more time passed and I thought maybe she's gotten caught up with work or something..or maybe she had lost track of time. So I started walking. I figured I'd meet her coming along the path... I assumed we'd just meet in the middle." He cleared his throat and glanced down, shaking his head. "It had snowed pretty badly, it was dark. I didn't see her. There weren't any lights on at the centre so I turned back again. I heard crying, I think. I don't really remember." He dug his nails into his palm, looking up over the room, finding his gaze on Victoria somehow. "She was lying there in the alley. All roughed up. Some disgusting bas--... someone had clearly hurt her." He turned back to Steve. "I picked her up and I carried her away."

Steve: Steve listened to him. "I see." He glanced over at Emma for a moment, seeing Nina's hand on her shoulder and her own over hers. "When you found Mrs. Everett-Williamson, you took her right into the hospital correct?" He glanced back to Charlie. "And the did the doctors confirm that she had been attacked, and raped by someone? Where you there when she talked to police? If so can you describe how my client was at that time?" He questioned, knowing how hard these questions must be. "I'm sorry, if these questions are rough for you, Mr. Baker. I really am."

Charlie: He shifted uncomfortably, hating to have to relive this so god knows how Emma felt. He nodded. "Yes, I did." He said, crossing his arms. "The doctors did confirm it." It had been quite obvious and he was feeling the anger come back just thinking about it. He was the same when it came to Ruby, this was one thing that just took over him completely with anger. "Yeah, I was there. She was clearly... distressed. In shock. Hurt." Charlie frowned.

Steve: "I would like to bring to the courts attentions exhibits A, B, C and D. Exhibit A is copies Emma Everett-Williamson hospital record from that night." He handed some copies to the judge and juries. "Exhibit B, C, and D are the photos that officers Darren Walker and Bianca Averina took." He glanced over at Charlie. "One last question Mr. Baker, do you think that if Duncan Hale was still alive, he would go after your daughter again?"

Charlie: Charlie looked back at Steve and nodded without hesitation. "I have no doubt in my mind that Duncan Hale would have gone after her again if he was still alive. I believe that he wouldn't ever have stopped."

Steve: "No further questions.

#steve #emma #nina #brianne #brendan #eric #elliot #rape tw #discord

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disasterdeacy · 5 years ago

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Roger convinces Brian man-scaping is a requirement to date younger women...

Ooohhhhhh I love this!

(Using this pic bc it’s cute asf and I love two (2) legends)

Okay, so as soon as Brian and Ania split, Rog is hardcore trying to get Brian back out into the dating scene, but before he can even give him any advice you show up like that one scene in Lilo and Stitch?

Anyway, Brian is head over heels for you, and wants to be with you more than he has ever wanted anything in his life, ever.

But, you’re in your early 20s and he doesn’t want to scare you away or ruin the friendship he’d built up with you, so he just keeps his mouth shut.

Except for when he’s talking to Roger.

ohhhhh boy and does Roger love it

He is always there for Brian to vent to, to spill his insecurities and how he doesn’t think he’s worthy of you, or attractive enough for you, or just... good for you.

But Roger just LOVES it, because Brian was there for him when he was going through the same thing with Sarina.

Sure Sarina isn’t 50ish years younger than Roger, but she is still 20+ years younger than him, so he went through the same insecure moments.

This man is hardcore the biggest hardcore shipper of you and Bri, and would do absolutely anything to see the two of you together

After all, he hasn’t seen his best friend this happy in decades, and y’all aren’t even DATING yet, so he can only imagine what it’ll be like when Brian finally drops a set and makes a move.

speaking of dropping a set...

When Rog and Debbie divorced, he never thought he would remarry, or find anyone his own age, much less 20+ years younger than him...

But then he met Sarina and the rest is history, but that didn’t happen without his own little insecurities.

so he knows exactly what Brian is going through in terms of questioning his own attractiveness, and for some reason our sweet blind melon decides that Brian had to manscape in order for him to feel attractive...

Now, Brian had NEVER done anything like that, sure he kept himself neat and tidy, no rainforests below the belt, but he had never been.. bare before, and he was rather nervous to give it a go, because, well.. a razor down in that area is gonna cause some anxiety.

So when Brian calls Rog and tells him that he’s managed to convince you to have dinner with him at his place, Rog is in his car with his shaving kit before Brian can say that you’ll be over at 7.

Our poor baby Bri doesn’t even have the faintest idea about how to even start, so Rog slips his phone under the door with a step by step instructive youtube video pulled up, ready to educate dear Dr. May.

Trimming goes well, but once the actual shaving needs to start, Bri has to sheepishly ask his oldest friend to come help him.

After all, it was HIS idea, the least he could do was help him not end up with tiny cuts all over his balls.

Roger just chuckles and concedes, after all, what kind of best friend would he be if he didn’t help Brian get L A I D.

It’s definitely a sight that should never been seen again, and Roger is rather pleased with himself after he’s done... and he swears Bri to secrecy, although they both know that as soon as the drummer is out the door, Brian is calling John to laugh about the whole thing.

Anyway, the whole ordeal does make Brian feel a bit more confident, after all, Roger had told him that manscaping was extremely popular with all of the young “kids”, and you would find it extremely attractive, so why wouldn’t he feel better?

He’s so frazzled about the fact that you’re coming over in a few hours, that he has to cook you an amazing 5 star worthy meal, that he forgets to moisturize his poor boys after his shower.

You are just as nervous as he is, changing about 7 times before you finally decide on an outfit that you deem appropriate enough to be labeled as “I definitely want to fuck you, but I also want you to know that I’m a ~classy~ lady”.

You arrive at Brian’s precisely at 7, not wanting to seem too eager, although you did sit in the tube station closest to his flat for about 20 minutes freaking out and crawling out of your skin...

After all, what the hell did someone like Brian, successful, talented, intelligent, attractive, mature... see in you?

You’d met at Save Me where you decided to volunteer at after you moved to London, and you and Brian had hit it off immediately.

You’d been the one that he talked to about his divorce, how he felt, how he was going through a lot, trying to readjust...

You were there for him and you loved him more than a friend should, but you hadn’t been expecting him to pop into your unofficial office at Save Me HQ with a whole ass orchid and ask you to have dinner at his place, as a date.

Your heart 100% almost exploded, and you were immensely proud of yourself for getting a yes out to him while you internally were doing a conga line.

Now, you were walking up to his door, hands shaking a little, feeling like you were going to puke from nerves

Brian wasn’t doing much better inside.

He’d made the pasta dish you’d mentioned loving, complete with your favorite sourdough from that little bakery in Fulham, and enough Rekorderlig berry cider to sink a ship.

The table was set and it looked great, and despite the nerves in his stomach, he was feeling good about everything...

And then the itching started

Right as you rang the doorbell

fuck

He tried to ignore it, willing the slight uncomfortable feeling to stop, to go away and come back later.. but it didn’t

oh no, the whole time y’all ate and laughed, sharing sweet glances full of unbridled desire and affection, his balls felt like they were going to fall off if he didn’t scratch them soon.

But he wasn’t about to do that in front of you, god no,

So he simply wiggles in his chair, laughing as you tell him the story of you breaking into your old high school with a friend when you were in college, his head falling back when you manage to squeak out the part of you having to call the fire department because your friend got stuck in the trophy case...

He hopes that you’re too blinded by the tears from your story to pay attention to his wincing and wiggling.

He was wrong

You raise your eyebrows as you take a sip of your drink, concern and confusion washing over your face as you see the uncomfortable look on Brian’s face.

“Bri, are you okay? I-I can go if you need me to..”

You really REALLY don’t want to leave, goddamnit you never wanna leave, but Brian didn’t look too good.

His face was pursed in an uncomfortable grimace, his hands gripping the arms of the chair he’s sat in, and he’s flushed all the way from the start of his white curls on his head, to the ones on his chest.

Once he hears your words, his eyes widen and he panics, waving his hands at you.

“No! God no, I don’t want you to leave, I j-just..”

God, this was embarassing.

He drops his head into his hands, flushing even harder before he hears your chair slide against the floor and feels your hand on his thigh as you kneel beside him.

He risks looking at you, hazel eyes soft and slightly wide when he sees the gentle smile on your face.

“What’s wrong? You know you can tell me anything Brian... If this hasn’t turned out the way you wanted it to, or if you’d rather just be f-”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence before he leans down and places a gentle kiss to your lips,

He hadn’t been planning on doing it, but he needed to do SOMETHING to prove to you that he wanted you and wasn’t acting weird because of you.

Brian knew 100% that you wouldn’t judge him or make fun of him for the true reason of his uncomfortable writhing.

You’re shocked by the kiss, but it doesn’t take long before you’re responding, threading your fingers in his white curls, smiling into the action before pulling away just a little.

“Okay, point taken...But why are you acting so strange honey?”

The term of endearment comes out before you can stop yourself, and Brian just blushes deeper, sighing a bit as he looks at you with sheepish eyes before explaining the whole situation to you.

He is FULLY expecting you to laugh or call him ridiculous, so he’s a bit shocked when you tell him to take you to his room, which he does without hesitation.

You tell him to take off his pants and underwear before you turn around and go into his ensuite bathroom, searching for every single moisturizing salve you can find, as well as wetting a cloth in cool water.

When you return from the bathroom, Brian is blushing like mad, completely naked from the waist down.

If you hadn’t been in nurse Y/N mode, you would’ve probably joined him in flushing like a goddamn tomato.

He looks at you curiously, brows furrowed when he sees the items in your hands, an unspoken question written clearly on his face, causing you to chuckle as you sit everything on the bedside table before climbing in beside him, pushing his shoulders back until he’s flat on the bed.

“Society pressures women into doing this from the time we’re able to grow hair, I’ve picked up a few tips for razor burn and itching honey.”

He chuckles breathlessly, eyes wide when you lay the cool wash cloth over his cock and balls, sucking in a shaky breath at the feeling.

“Y-you don’t have to do it for me i-if you don’t want to, I mean, that is totally your personal preference, but y-”

You don’t let him continue, smiling as you place a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling both your lips and the cloth away as you begin applying the first moisturizing cream.

“Neither do you Brian, you’re perfect for me just the way you are...”

You smile down at him, eyes as soft as your touch.

“I will say though, Roger did an incredible job... maybe he should change his day job?”

The two of you laugh, and when you’re finished with your impromptu rescue of his bollocks, your return everything to the bathroom before returning to Brian, curling up beside him and falling asleep.

The next week Bri invites you to a BBQ at Rog and Sarina’s, and upon sitting down for dinner, you wink at Brian, taking a sip of your wine before looking over at Rog, mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

“So Rog, where did you get your shaving kit? Brian tells me its absolutely spectacular.”

#brian may #queen #bohemian rhapsody #brian may x reader #roger taylor #present day brian may x reader #brian may x you #brian may headcanon #brian may imagine #queen imagine #queen x you #my writing

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queensdivas · 5 years ago

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Gaelhar (Brian May Fluff and Smut

https://ohmybribri.tumblr.com/post/187487202410/johndeakys-bonus-hes-so-fuckn-cute-that-i

Before y’all even start reading. The amount of science I’ve put into this thing is not accurate! I never thought I’d have to say this but it ain’t accurate and I’m only going off what the internet tells me. (AKA NASA’s website.) But I tried my hardest and I hope y’all enjoy!

Present Day Bri!

Warnings: Some swearing, SMUTTY SMUT IN THE END! and ya know. It’s a short so get some fluff up in here!

World Count: there’s a lot because I couldn’t stop writing.

Request are open, if you’d like to be tagged in all the rest of my shitty writing let me know! I hope you all enjoy!

@mexifangorl @i-live-for-queen @leah-halliwell92 @its-funny-til-its-not @brianmydear @teathymewithben @hodgepodge-of-rog @rogahloveshiscar @bonafiderocketqueen

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4:15 am...day two of being up for more than twenty four hours! Because if it’s the one thing I love to do is to put myself through hell for work! My body felt like putty at the moment and my eyes felt more dry than the stupid desert! God why do I do this to myself? Why? Because when you volunteer to pitch the entire project to all the head honchos of NASA you’ve gotta suffer a little bit.

The new project is that one of the moons of Saturn actually turns out to be another Mars if the readings are correct. We all know that Mars was once a vast home billions of years ago. And it looks like one of the moons is either going through that same progress or is almost done. We call this moon S/2004 S 13...or Gaelhar is what I like to call it.

My station of four computers were the only sort of light from the room since having these on and the regular lights were just to blinding for me. One was the entire moons structure, the second one had all the engineers layout of Rovers mechanics, the third being the layout of the ship that’s going to be delivering the rover, and the last one for music. Never thought all of Puccini’s opera would be so damn entertaining!

“Sybil! What are you still doing here?” Ray asked as I looked up from the computer to see him and some other man in the doorway. Taking off my glasses to rub my eyes a little bit to give them a brief moment of rest.

“Rewriting Brahes book on the galaxy because I have absolutely nothing else better to do with my life!” Realizing that my coffee cup was dry as a bone and finally got up from my office chair. Luckily my smart ass thought it would be a good idea to have a coffee machine right behind me. Coffee cup number 8..and should probably order some sort of food.

“Dr. Bruch. This is Dr. Brian May from England. And this lovely ray of sunshine is Dr. Sybil Bruch. Basically what keeps NASA up on their toes most of the time.” I looked like a demon in front of this random scientist...but who looked extremely handsome and a comfort from staring at a screen for hours upon end. Adding a shit ton of French vanilla cream to the coffee as Ray kept buzzing around this Doctor.

“She is working on the pitch for the new rover to land on one of the moons of Saturn.” Drinking a gulp of the coffee as Brian’s eyes widened with curiosity.

“So we’re just skipping over Jupiter then?” He asked as I sat back down at my desk to put my glasses back on.

“Not exactly.” Moving around in your chair to the first computer so he could start reading about Gaelhar. He was in complete focus and something about him reading this was comforting. Wait why is he even here in the first place?

“May I ask why you’re here?” Asking him as he looked over to me with a soft genuine smile.

“Heard about your little project from a fellow colleague of mine and..well..” Did he come to take over? Did this fucking colleague think I couldn’t handle all of this!? I don’t need some random doctor coming into my workspace to take over! WHo the bloody hell does this bimbo think he is!?

“Well I thought I’d come and take a look...not trying to take over your project or even step in. He just kept telling me how it was going..I’m sorry if I’m intruding on your..

“NO no you’re fine. Just you came out of the blue and wasn’t ready for someone else to take a look yet..” The awkwardly laughing at each other as I put my mug down then grabbing my stylist so I could show him the rover.

“Haven’t gotten a name yet for the rover but here it is.” The 3D image of the rover appeared on the screen. He nodded as he looked closer at the Rover and smiled at it.

“Ethos.”

“What?”

“Name him Ethos. I’ve always liked the name Ethos and its very unique for this little bugger to be going off to Saturn.” Ethos..definelty has a ring to it. Well if it doesn’t officially get called Ethos. I will call it Ethos, just like how I call it Gaelhar.

“Ethos it is.” Nodding as I typed the name onto the top of the file. Ethos the Rover.

“What’s going to power Ethos? Solar or wind?” Enlarging the picture of the wind turbine that was attached to the back of Ethos. It was a little smaller than him but would be able to power him for a few years.

“The weird thing about Gaelhar is that it’s more windy than you’d imagine. Past satellite readings say it’s about 332 mph on average. And with that amount of power it can produce for Ethos...he could go on for a decade possibly.” He smiled at me as I looked into one of my filing cabinets for the file on Gaelhar.

Would..would he want to read about Gaelhar? He seems genuinely interested in the whole project itself. Or it could be just the lack of sleep would be doing it. Both. Let’s go with both!

“Were you wanting to read more on Gaelhar? On what we know at least?” Handing him the file on Gaelhar then setting up the rough draft of the powerpoint presentation of what I got so far.

“So you say it was once like Earth?” He began the PowerPoint as I rested my hand on the desk then putting my cheek against it. Giving him a nod to his question as I slowly began closing my eyes. Maybe just five minutes of sleep and I would feel one million times better.

*Brians May P.O.V.*

She was out like a light when I got done reading the rough draft of her presentation. With goosebumps running up and down her arms when I realized it was almost 5 am. For me I would be up and ready to go for the day. Taking off the coat I still had on then placing it on top of her shoulders so she could stay warm. Should I take off her glasses? My hands reaching slowly for her glasses to gradually take them off her face then laid them down next to her.

It feels strange to be sitting next to someone whose work has done so much for the space community in the past few years. Reading her research papers, some of her books, and even online lectures when she would teach. Not to mention it’s shocking that she’s not going absolutely berserk since I’m.. well ya know.

Going into the powerpoint to start editing her first slide to make sure the introduction would be very gripping. Not the first time I’ve had to stand in front of a crowd to do a presentation. Is it weird to admire someone and their work even though you’ve never gotten the chance to meet them. Till now.

She blinked a few times as she was looking around to still see me working on her PowerPoint. Rubbing her tired eyes then reaching for her cup of coffee that was still a little hot.

“I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to..” Trailing off as she noticed my coat was on her shoulders and formed a little smile in the corner of her lips. Going back to typing as she leaned over to see what I was working on.

“They’re gonna ask you why they should invest in this instead of Mars.” She sighed as she got up from the chair to her phone.

“Might as well pack it up because this won’t get any sort of funding.” She told me as I spun around in the chair with my arms crossed. Goodness! What kind of confidence is that!?

“Sybil! What sort of attitude is that to have for this project?” Her eyes widened a little as she took a sip of her coffee.

“Well everything is about Mars now. Gaelhar would be more suitable for humans to go there than Mars and you have the evidence right here.” If it’s one thing I can’t stand in this world is when a bunch of power hungry councils decide to make stupid decisions. Like the damn council who decided Pluto not being a planet anymore was absolutely ridiculous!

“Thank you for the confidence boost..just going up in front of them to pitch this idea is a lot harder than it sounds. Yes I did presentations in school all the time..but never had to basically tell them they need to fund this because this could be habitable for humans since we’re screwing up this world so badly..I’m sorry I don’t mean to vent..I think I if I just get back to work then I’ll feel a little better.” One last sip of coffee she took as she put her glasses back on to start reading through her notebooks.

“Would you like some breakfast or something? I can make ray get you some delicious sort of fish breakfast or anything.” She looked up from her notebook to start flipping through her phone to find a breakfast place to deliver.

“Anything really. Is the tires on Ethos going to last a few years on Gaelhar?” Asking her as she pulled up the material for Ethos.

“It’s got natural rubber with steel chords wrapped around it. Not to mention we’re going to equip the little guy with spikes so if he needs to stop to collect data, the wind won’t move him away.” The image enlarged on the screen as she was pointing at its tires.

She’s a beautiful..gorgeous genius!

“Would..would you be willing to stay for a few days to give me a hand or so?” Asking me as I quickly nodded in agreement.

*One Week Later. Sybil’s P.O.V.*

Okay. Okay. I can’t tell if I look okay! Checking myself out in the mirror for the hundredth time. It was a bright yellow dress that was flowing all around me till it reached the upper half of my body to fit like a glove. The neckline was tight and it allowed to show more of my back. What’s going to sell Ethos and Gaelhar? Sex.

Slipping on my white heels as I heard the front doorbell ringing. Guess that’s Brian. He has been such an absolute doll and gentlemen with this project these last few days. Constantly staying beside me and helping to make sure this project is sellable to the board. Not to mention we spent last night going over the details and basically running through the presentation as many times as I could.

Grabbing my clutch as I walked down the stairs of my house then fixing any last details before I expose my tired ugly self to him. Opening the door to him to see him in a dark purple and black velvet suit with a very exotic galaxy tie on. He looked..absolutely smashing!

“Well Brian. I must say you clean up very well.” Smiling as his eyes widened at the brightness of my dress.

“Probably should’ve worn something space related. C’mon in.” Moving out of the way for him to walk in and have a long look around my apartment.

“I actually got you something if you don’t mind.” Closing the door behind him as he reached into his suit pocket to pull out a box. Opening it to reveal some sort of pendant. Holy shit is that real gold?

“Brian please tell me you didn’t spend that much money on me?” It was a large circle gold pendant that had nine holes drilled out of them. He got the whole damn solar system including Pluto. (It’s a planet. Deal with it.)

“Think of it as a momento for this hectic week of constant working. Not that it hasn’t been absolutely fun because it’s been a while since I’ve worked hard like this.” It kept staring at me like some sort of apple. Do I take it? It’s gorgeous and I don’t want to seem like an absolute bitch for just taking it. But why did he spend that much money on me, and not to mention that how on earth did he get that much money!?

“Bri I..I can’t..” He was already taking it out of the box and motioned me to turn around so he could clip it on. When he clipped it together, turning back towards him as we were standing close to each other. Is it weird to be attracted to someone who you've only known for a week? I thought attraction moved slower than that..It felt so..so wonderful. My heart was bursting out of my chest, goosebumps traveling up and down my back, to finally the tip of my toes curling in my heels.

“Thank you Brian. I really..I have no words.” My blushing face was an absolute mess as we didn’t move from our spot. Knowing that we had to go so we wouldn’t be late.

But his kindness..his confidence..it’s so wonderfully refreshing. His lips were so lush with life..even his eyes were glowing with life. Is it bad that I want to kiss him?

He must’ve felt the same as he reached his hands up to my cheeks to cup my face. His temple resting against mine as my hands wrapped around his wrist to feel the spark light. Till I felt something cold against my cheek to see a gold band around his left hand. Oh my god he’s married! He’s married and he’s holding my face like this!

“Oh my god I’m sorry.. I.. I had no idea you were even married. God I must look like some kind of whore to you.” Taking a step back as he turned his hand into his direction. I don’t cheat with married men.. well I don’t cheat in general mostly because I don’t have the time for it.

“Yes we have to go.” Taking a step away from him to grab my clutch and house keys. We were carpooling but now that he’s married..I’d rather drive myself at this point. Locking the door behind us as the SUV was sitting on the curb, with the driver smoking a cigar. Might as well just get this over with...

The car ride was absolutely silent with the only radio playing to cover up the awkward silence. Glad to know I was about to kiss a married man..and that he gave me a massive galaxy pendent that’s weighing me down like a rock around my necklace! Please let us just get there faster so I can just go home and eat ice cream. My stupid ass thought he and I were about to hit off together..he’s older than me so why would I even think I would have a chance.

We pulled up to the curb as I opened the door of my side to see Ray running up to me with his tablet. All excited and wearing his lucky peacock bow tie wrapped around his neck.

“Sybil! Sybil! Thank every thing on the planet that you arrived. The board wanted to hear your presentation right now. Get your butt out of the car so we can start this and eat those delicious tiramisu they made!” Practically dragging me out of the car as Brian was already left behind.

Standing on the side of the stage as I was preparing myself mentally for this presentation. Brian appeared behind me but I wasn’t turning around since the man is married! How could I even..my eyes peeked from the corner of my eye to see that..gorgeous man smiling right behind me. My fingers grabbing the pendent to turn around and give him a smile.

“Thank you Brian. Wish me luck!” Just try to get rid of the sexual tension with just being absolutely nice. Should just go away within the speech.

“Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you Dr. Sybil Bruch.” Oh my god everything is happening so damn fast! The heart is racing again and I think my eyes are going to roll in the back of skull! Brian put his hands on my shoulders then placed a soft kiss on the back of my head.

“You can do this. You can be anything you want to be, just turn yourself into anything you think you could ever be.” Why the hell did that sound so damn familiar? Whatever it’s from it somehow helped. Walking out to the podium as I was giving the board a few soft smiles. Moving the mic a little as I looked upon the crowd.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I’m so excited that you’re here this evening to hear about this brand new project our department has been working on for many months now. Today I will be discussing one of the moons of Jupiter known as S/2004 S 13. What we call it now known as Gaelhar.” Stopping for a second as Ray pulled up the PowerPoint. My eyes drifted over to Brian as I gave him a warm smile with him sticking up his thumb.

“Thanks to the glorious efforts of engineers, fellow astrophysicists, and even a very well known scientist by the name of Dr. Brian May. We have discovered that one of the moons of Jupiter was once just like Earth before us.” Stopping again to see Brian in complete awe to the side of the stage. My hand reaching up to the pendant to hold it for a second.

The presentation went fantastically to the point I even got the board to clap even more than usual. Brian, Ray, and I were in a small circle talking amongst each other trying to keep myself from going in some sort in an anatomical state. Is that even the right word at this point? For once..I could give two shits if Brian were to kiss me now. He’s the only one who has been there for me during this past week and if it were to happen I wouldn’t fight it anymore.

Ray noticed one of his friends for it to be just Brian and I downing on tiramisu which was provided for free by the board. We kept glancing back and forth..waiting for one of us to say at least something to each other.

“I wanna apologize to you Sybil. It wasn’t right to me to try to make a move on you and being married. Wasn’t the right thing to do and..” My fingers moving up to his lips to stop him from speaking. Giving him a smile of approval as my fingers glided over to his cheek.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for this project this past week..I..I.

“Dr. Bruch. Have you got a moment?” Dr. Alexis Faulk came up to us as I slipped my hand down then handing him my plate of tiramisu. He’s the head of the board and if he’s coming to me this early we should be able to finally start!

“Dr. Bruch. As much as we love this project you and your department has worked very hard. It’s just not something that’s worth our time or interest. We’ll definitely keep this on record so when the time does come for us to head out to Jupiter we now have a plan. Thank you for the lovely presentation and now you don’t have to worry about that. See ya at the office Monday morning.” He nodded to go back to the fellow board members.

His words stung all over my body as if wasp were all stinging me at once just for the pleasure of it. My throat tightened to the point I couldn’t even breath. I refuse to cry because he’s kind of right in sense..why go out to Jupiter when Mars is right around the corner! Exactly! Now I want wine...and ice cream. God I sound so damn depressing.

Brian placed the plates down as he came over to me. But I didn’t want to be coddled at the moment or even touched..just..I just wasted months of my life on this big project that won’t even be used in my life time! And not even in my child’s lifetime! Moving past him as I was leaving the gala to go home and get absolutely drunk! Walking out to the parking lot where the vast amount of SUVs were all over the place as I tried to find ours.

“You okay Sybil?” Brian caught up as I found our car with the driver in smoking a cigar.

“To my home please.” Ignoring his question to have the driver climbed into the car. Before I could even climb in Brian stood in front of the door.

“They said no didn’t they..” Nodding to him as my eyes began to water as my throat was beginning to swell again. He reached out to me as he engulfed me in his warm embrace. It felt so damn comforting to feel his warmth but the tears were continuing to roll down my stained cheek.

“Sybil..Sybil look at me.” Looking up as he held himself up in such confidence.

“What you’ve done is remarkable. It is something no one else could’ve ever done in their life. Not even I could do such a thing and you’ve done the impossible. Yes it’s horrible that they said no. But you went up there against the world and you did it! Be..be..” Our lips crashing against each other as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Pulling me in closer to him for his hands to squeeze my waist. Stopping to catch my breath as I was shaking a little bit.

“Let’s get you home.”

Arriving back to the house as we climbed out of the car then giving the driver a great tip. Unlocking the door to the house as we walked in to throw my clutch on the ground in anger.

“I’m sorry Brian..I shouldn’t be acting like such a child in front of you but I’m..” He was taking off his jacket as I leaned against the couch. The tension was basically to thick you couldn’t even cut it with a knife.

“Brian..make me feel something..Please just make me yours for a night...make me feel like I’m so much better than what that ass hole board.” Attacking me like a lion. His lips were warm, soft, and tasted like beautiful rose wine. Our tongues entering each other’s mouth to swirl around each other. Moans coming from both of our mouths and our hands tracing up and down our bodies.

My hands ripping the front of his shirt opened for my nails to dig into his chest. His beautiful lips moved from mine then onto the bottom of my ear. Nails digging into his chest as ecstasy poured over my vision.

“You’re so damn beautiful..” I could feel his hands moving up to the back off my dress to the back of my neck, ripping the neck strap so my dress would basically pop down.

“Mhmm...God..” His hands beginning to squeeze my breast as my legs began to wrap around him. My body was absolutely melting in his touch as his long fingers squeezing my breast, pinching my nipples.

“I wanna..” Couldn’t even finish what I wanted to say. He was already on his knees pulling down the rest of my dress so I would be standing there in only my underwear.

“You want me to taste you?” Asking with his eyes widened before me. Nodding as he moved my panties to the side, then lifting my leg over his shoulder.

One little lick already made me gasp. How can such a man have that much power over me. Another little lick over my clit till he wrapped his mouth over my entrance. At first his tongue was flicking my clit with no means of stopping. Faster..faster..my hips began moving slowly as his grip around my thigh tightened. His eyes were primal as his tongue moved down to my entrance. Not entering but was acting like some damn lizard. In..out….waiting for a second. In...out..

“Brian..please don’t tease me..” I was begging as if my life was depending on It. His eyes glued shut as he was absolutely devouring me like a man thirsting after water in a desert. My moans were filling the house so loudly that my neighbors might be wondering what’s going on.

“So delectable..” Whispering as I could feel it building up so quickly.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck..Brian..Brian so close..” The first time Ive came..fuck fuck fuck. He removed his mouth to slowly insert his middle finger inside of me to pump as fast as he could. He put his tongue back onto my clit so I would be sent over the edge as quickly as I could.

“Just let go..let go..” He said between flicks as I inhaled a large breath. Yanking his hair by accident as it released as over his fingers and the tip of his tongue. My body shaking to the point I almost fell onto the couch itself. He popped up to keep me a little steady as I stood back up from the couch.

“We’re going upstairs.” Dragging him by his ripped shirt up the stairs but stopping every few steps to keep kissing each other and for me to grab his humongous bulge on his pants. He kept moaning till we reached the top of the stairs..but I couldn’t even wait anymore for him.

Kneeling down as I unbuckled his pants to yank them down and take him straight into my mouth. I’ve never craved anyone like this in my life. His cock was glorious to have and was something I’ve enjoyed in my mouth. My tongue swirling around his tip as I sunk the rest into my mouth as fast as I could.

“God..take it easy..” He chuckled as he had to lean against the wall. His right hand grabbing a handful of hair to start giving it a gentle pull. Nothing like how I yanked his for when I came to quickly. I want to please him...God pleasing him would give me even more pleasure in my life. Gripping his balls with my free hand which caused him to let a moan out and chuckle.

Taking his entire length in my mouth for him to gasp as I moved my hands from his balls to the top of his chest so my nails could scratch down his chest. But stopping me to hold my hand as I continued to deep throat him.

“Fuck fuck fuck..stop.. you..have to..stop..” My head moving as deep as it could each time so he would cause his eyes to roll in the back of his skull. His precum was beginning to pour as I stopped sucking for my tongue trail from the base to the tip, licking up his precum. Hoisting me up onto my feet as our lips began dancing around with each other again.

Walking backwards into the bedroom as I fell back onto the bed as he stood at the edge of the bed. My hands reaching out for him as he climbed back on top of me then aimed his member towards the entrance. Waiting no time as he slowly inserted himself inside of me.

“FUCK!” Squealing as he was stretching my walls. My legs wrapping around him to push him in further. God it hurts but it feels so fucking good my god. He placed his head on my shoulder as he began thrusting himself at a slow pace so he could stretch every inch of me.

“God yes..Brian..” Laughing for a second as his lips began kissing my neck again with his cock beginning to pick up the pace. He’s moving to slow! I wanna ride him! My hands grabbing his shoulder to push him over onto his back.

“Let me ride you..I wanna ride you till you fill me..” Pointing his member up as I slid down onto him. His eyes rolling into the back of his head as I began bouncing hard on his cock. Not fast. But slamming myself onto his cock for him to get completely lost.

“Does it feel good?” Smiling as he smacked my ass hard to make me laugh. Smacking again to treat him a little as I tightened myself somehow. His eyes rolling into the back of his head as I began bouncing faster. I want him inside of me..

“C’mon Brian..Take me..” He grabbed my arms to pull me down to him so he could kiss me. Desperate kisses as he began thrusting hard into me. It felt so damn good to be penetrated so damn hard and so damn fast.

“Yeah you slut you like that?” Nodding as I wrapped my arms around his neck as I felt myself boiling up again. He was getting so close to I could feel it! Yes yes yes.

“Yes I love it..yes Brian please!” Our lips against each other once again as I tried to taste every inch of his lips. So soft..so damn beautiful!

“Go go go go go..oh my god Brian yes!” He was smiling as he was smacking my ass and digging his nails into it with his final amount of thrust.

“Yes Sybil! Cum with me...cum with me please..take me as I take you!” He shoved himself as far as he could inside of me as I felt his cum pouring inside of me! HOLY FUCK!

“Brian!” I screamed as he held me close to him as he emptied himself inside. It felt so damn glorious to be filled with such a mans cum! A genius to take me to bed...to fill me..thank god.

Climbing off him as we laid next to each other, my head resting on his bicep as we tried to catch our breaths. My body is still adjusting to the feeling of cum inside of me..the orgasm still riding my body. Looking up to him as he looked down upon me. Looking at his left hand to slip the ring off he wore to place it on the nightstand. Moving myself back up to him to place my hand on his cheek.

“You sure..?” My thumb rubbing a small circle as he grabbed it then kissed my palm.

“Yes.” Attacking his lips with mine again as he hoisted me back on top of him. A night of ecstasy is all I need..and with him..I wouldn’t have it any other way.

#Brian May #brian may x reader #dr brian harold may #brian may x oc #present day Bri #Daddy Bri #Brian May Smut #Dirty smut for Brian #freddie mercury #roger taylor #John Deacon #smut smut

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moviestorian · 5 years ago

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Queen on Fire - Live at the Bowl 1982 concert (Hot Space Tour) LIVEBLOGGGGGGGG

As promised! :) Initially I was supposed to go directly from Montreal to Wembley, but dear @his-majesty-king-mercury convinced me to do Live at the Bowl before, and I’m glad she did!

Background: The concert is dated at June 5, 1982. As I wrote in the title, it was part of the Hot Space tour and was initially supposed to be played at Arsenal Stadium in Highbury. A day before the gig Freddie had a nasty fight with his then-boyfriend who had bitten him between a thumb and forefinger.

Let’s begin! - ugh Hot Space - but hey, it's gonna be fun! It's Queen, and Queen always puts the bestest live shows! - oh wowzie, this is mah first liveblog since April, long time not seen right? - my pizza's ready, my coffee's ready, my dip is ready - I think I can start watching now - Ooo wow, this concert lasts an hour and 43 minutes? I would die if I had to play on stage for that long - I can already feel the enthusiasm!!! The ENERGYYYY - FLASH AAAAAAHHH AHHHH - they're leaving the plane and look so hella cuuute - oh hi Crystal! oh hi Phoebe! Great to see you all! - gotta say... Freddie's outfit is fabulous. - Brian: plays the guitar and jumps the Crowd: HELL YEAH - I'm only 3 minutes in and my current mood is: fuck the critics whoever trashed Queen and disrespected their music skills - WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU - I love the fast version, slaps 100 times harder than the studio version - Deaky looks awesome in blue, I mean I already noticed that when I watched Rock Montreal, but let me reiterate - It's only been 5 minutes but let me tell you...not enough zooms for Roger - Freddie's in a good shape and form... not that I'm surprised - ROGER - cute red little scarf on mah boi's neck - THE FIRST FREDDIE AND ROG INTERACTIONS, I LIVE, I'M HAPPY - "hello everybody" "hey hey hey" good time to miss Freddie - Action This Time... Anyone surprised that it sounds better live than on the album? - ROGER'S VOCALS HOTDAMN - Brian's hair is floofy as usual... why am I acting like it's an unusual thing - I really really miss hearing Freddie and Roger together... POWER DUO - the synths get introduced... I neither love nor hate it tbh - okay not Queen related but the pizza is not bad, for a frozen one - Freddie, you feeling too hot for that jacket? And you Deaky, too? Get undressed, babes, I certainly don't mind - Play the Game! I love this song... Also Freddie playing on a piano is a blessing to us all - He really puts his soul into this one... Bless this man - Brian's backing vocals always sound so soft... My tenor angel - THANK FRICKING GOD THE SYNTHS IN THE BACKGROUND ARE BARELY AUDIBLE - LOL FREDDIE - he put a towel on his head I'm XDDDD what a legend - this and the famous plastic bag is a thrilling saga - AAAAA YOOOO - LMAO at Freddie throwing his...water?beer? at the audience - *Hot Space apologist speech* :P - we're at the funky part, I guess... - Brian and John's synchronized movements :)))) - ah okay it's Staying Power... I forgot what the song sounds like - Roger in black... I'm swooning - Roger has a nice closeup view on Freddie's butt, I mean back :D - This is not bad, but I'm gonna bet that I'll forget what this song sounds like again in less than two hours - John's haircut is cute and adorbs :D - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - Somebody to Love!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The intro...sounds so sublime, soft, and raw at the same time - I love that it sounds slightly different, depending on the concert - This is really emotional... We shall see how it goes, but so far it surpasses even the god tier Montreal version! - Forgive me for not saying too much now... I'm fully sunk in the sheer beauty of this sincere performance - Love Roger's drumming and the crowd clapping to the beat! - "I like it" ME TOO FREDDIE - I wish we could hear Roger a tiny bit better! I love the crescendo part - That was beautiful :') - Now I'm Here!!!! asjgashasashjgas - I love it when they perform it at higher speed - The jumping crowd fairly represents what my brain cells currently look like - I hella love Roger's drumming in this song - well not just this song but y'know - Freddie...what was that??? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THAT FINGER??? - hehe you can tell that Brian's very into it :D - Brian trying to get Roger's attention... Rog is, however, fully dedicated to his drums :D - Freddie lying down after the song is a post-exercise or post-dinner mood - "Let's play a game" YES SIR - yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - "Go pretty boy, go" I'm SOFT - hear that bassline? YES ME TOO - (it's Dragon Attack if anyone's wondering) - Freddie Mercury: lead singer AND fitness instructor - wish I could make some screencaps, alas I'm watching this online so it would take too much effort so here we are - Fred, let BRIAN PLAYYYY nooo don't distract him! - out of context those cuts and shots look like John is jealous of Freddie and Roger XDDD this is gif and meme worthy (around 39 minute) - btw probably no one is interested because you came here for the Queen concert liveblog, but I got my period and I'm starting to feel it - IT SUCKS - ooooo Brian speaking! His voice is so soothing, I could listen to him all day and it would probably calm my nerves - acoustic guitar...I'm already in - WHY SO QUIET THOUGH - Love of My Life, I'm cry - Everyone's singing along from the very first line... this is beautiful - Everyone united by this song's pure beauty :))))) I'm not crying you are - Do you sometimes think about Brian playing the acords for this gorgeous track and there is no Freddie sitting beside him? - Yeah, I hate myself for that thought too - I might be a little bit emotional - No wonder it was this particular song was the one that finally convinced Bri's father to FINALLY accept his son's career - Brian's gentle smile I'm :') :') :') - *clap clap clap clap* SAME - We're at Save Me now... Are we doing a crying compilation or what? - This is almost as bad as the Queen Forever album I recently bought.. TOO EMOTIONAL - Don't get me wrong, I ADORE Save Me - But this is too much - Almost 50 minutes in and Freddie's voice is still STRONG AS A BELL - Remember what I said about the "fuck the critics" mood? Yeah the mood is back - Even the cute Roger/Freddie interaction almost makes me cry I'm agsahjhsAAAAAAAAA - I need a more lighthearted now BLEASE - I'm a tough cookie but when I have Queen feels very little can help! - Is this Back Chat? OH GOD - Please bring me back to the crying mode, I DIDN'T MEAN THIS - (I'm sorry Fidan and all the Back Chat fans over there, I'm not a huge fan of this song :-*) - We get a nice view on Roger's back, though *Lenny face* - The synths sound like a main theme for some mystery-drama tv show from the 1980s XDDD - I forgot how long this song is... - Get Down Make Love *insert Lenny face again* - Okay I gotta admit... lyrically this song is a mess and borderline cringey in the first verse, but I really like it musically - I GIVE YOU HEAT - I GIVE YOU MEAT *three Lenny faces* - Okay, let's just listen to the song and pretend we all forgot the English language, maybe? - That mid parts always makes me feel like I'm about to be abducted by aliens - Thank God I don't do drugs, I would start thinking I might be hallucinating - I assume that Brian's guitar solo starts now? - Nice intro! - And Roger gets time to breathe, the boy needs his oxygen - Actually, this may be one my favourite of Brian's guitar solos? - Brighton Rock :))))))))))))))) - Brian's hands are very pretty - oh noooooo - an error? - poor Bri - that disappointed guy who screamed "No" when the guitar stopped playing :D - thankfully he issue quickly got solved! - hi Roger, nice to see you back <3 - It's Roger's time to shine! - YEs, Under Pressure! - The Montreal version is gonna be hard to beat, though - Let's see - uu I like Fred's red jacket! - ...do you have any shirt underneath, though? Naughty boi - he does not LOL - "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH" - let me tell you again...Roger's mic is definitely not turned loud enough - This is great but still, I prefer the Montreal one - That beer always amuses me XD - Freddie, you want us to slap your ass? - Oh no, he's just announcing Fat Bottomed Girls XDDDD - "I was just a skinny lad" the editing team: cuts to the camera angle which shows Brian first and Freddie after him - Roger's "oooh" is funny because he's really into it :D :D :D - Freddie is now a pole dancer, he changed profession - The crowd, always cheering when Freddie gets undressed :P - I sense Crazy Little Thing Called Love incoming! - yes it is Crazy Little Thing! - Freddie's joke about the three guitar cords XDDD - This song always slaps - "she drives me crazYY" - ReAdY fReDdIe - FREDDIE PLS STOP FCKING YOUR GUITAR - this is pretty - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY YEAH - he sounds so soft :)))) - and now so raw - "Momma UwU" - can't unsee this fricking meme now ajsdhjgdhjds - My favourite guitar solo :')))) - they actually played the video??? - I miss spaniel haired Deaky tbh - *instense drumming* *fireworks* - Oh Brian is wearing this cool shirt he also wore in Montreal! - jumpy Deaky...too bad you can onnly see him from the distance - GONG - that was sexy - Roger hitting that gong in the black outfit is sexier than shirtless Rog hitting the gong, change my mind - TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN - There's only some 15 minutes left... The time always passes so quickly when I'm watching a Queen concert - Another One Bites the Dust! I've been waiting for thiiiis - Deaky: happy jump - He knows it's his time to shine - wait a second, when did Roger change his shirt? - I need a good closeup - Freddie be like *imma slap my thigh now* - ooo I see Roger's Japanese shirt now! It's pretty cool! - Brian looks great too - Those flashing light are kinda migraine-inducing, thankfully I don't have an aura today - SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER heartattack - Looks like Freddie is flirting with Red Special :P - they're going absolutely crazy XD - WE WILL ROCK YOU DRUMLINE INTENSIFIES - LOL the sombrero on Freddie's head :P - ups mr editor dropped a frame - And now we're truly heading towards the end... I'm gonna start associating We Are the Champions with farewells soon - Well done, boys - I know I say it every single time - But you can't stress this enough - :)))) I'm glad I did this liveblog - They look exhausted but very satisfied :))) - Bye bye!

Next time I’ll be doing Wembley 1986, hopefully soon!

Tagging all the people who expressed their wish to read my ramblings. :) Enjoy!

@his-majesty-king-mercury, @x5vale, @radio-ha-ha, @mephisto92, @39-brian, @melisa-may-taylor72, @silapril, @kitty-rushes-in, @lydiannode, @an-abyss-called-life, @litsy-kalyptica, @importantmuggoophero, I hope I didn’t forget anyone! ^^ Comments are nicely welcome! :3

#wera talks queen #liveblog #milton keynes 1982 #queen at the bowl #long post

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writingfortoomanyfandoms · 6 years ago

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Favourite Sweater

Pairing: Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader

Summary: The reader gives away her own secret relationship to her brother just through a sweater

Requested: No

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: Hey guys! This is my entry for @bensroger ‘s 3K writing challenge - congratulations my love you deserve all the followers and so many more you wonderful, talented human!!! I had prompt 22 - “I’m sorry I stole your favourite sweater… But it smelled like you and I missed you while you were gone.”

“You know, Roger has a jumper just like that one,” it was a passing comment, one that would have seemed nonchalant in any other situation. But to Y/N, it made her heart hammer in her chest as her eyes dropped down to the soft material covering her skin. “It’s his favourite one, but I think he lost it before the tour or something,” John continued. Y/N swallowed hard and let out a fake, forced bark of laughter.

“Guess we both have good taste,” she said and John chuckled, nodding.

“Must be,” he agreed.

“Where is Roger anyway?” She asked, trying hard to sound casual about the inquiry.

“He went to get food I think,”

“With Bri?”

“Yeah,” John confirmed her brother’s whereabouts.

“What have you been working on, anyway?” She asked.

Y/N and John had been incredibly close ever since he joined the band and formed Queen. The two of them had become fast friends and Y/N often joked that the reason she came to visit them so often was not because of her brother, Brian, being the guitarist, but was instead because of how much she loved John.

John tended to confide in Y/N about the songs he was writing, proposing them to her before going forth and showing them to the rest of the band, seeking her approval before he did anything more. Y/N had pointed out on various occasions that John was a fantastic song writer and so didn’t need her opinion on the song, he had to just believe that it would be a good one, as they always were.

And Y/N told John everything, he was basically just another brother to her by this point. She complained to him about guy troubles, confided in him when her past boyfriend asked her out and, later, cried on his shoulder when said boyfriend dumped her.

So yeah, they were close with very few secrets between the two.

And the secrets that Y/N had kept hidden from John, Brian almost certainly knew.

There was only one secret that she hadn’t told either of them. And that secret was Roger.

She loved Roger with everything in her. And he loved her too, much to her joy and mild surprise. The two of them had been seeing one another for six months by this stage and Y/N often found herself to be at Roger’s home much more than her own.

But the two of them were terrified of the reactions of the rest of the band. Brian would be furious. Y/N and Brian were much closer than many siblings and she did tell him everything and he did the same - he had made it very clear that he disliked the idea of Y/N and Roger getting too close. Brian was terrified of Roger breaking Y/N’s heart so them being a couple would not go down well with him.

So the two of them kept it to private meetings, secret rendezvous in little out of the way cafe’s and restaurants in areas that no one know who they were. Only that, now, everyone knew who Roger was, which made keeping their pretence up even harder.

“We bring food!” Brian calls into the studio and John stands up with a cheer.

“For us too?” He asked hopefully and Brian entered to where they were sitting, Roger behind him.

“Yeah, yeah, we’re not that mean,” Brian assured him, placing the bags of take away on the coffee table. “Where’s Fred?”

“Left a little bit after you did with Prenter,” as John and Brian engaged themselves in deep conversation, Y/N looked up to see Roger’s eyes already on her, adoration swimming in them as he stared at her with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m going to find some plates for the food,”

“I’ll help,” Roger agreed, following her out the room. As they walked down the hallway towards the kitchen area, their hands linked together and Roger squeezed hers, a smile emerging on his face.

As soon as the door to the kitchen closed behind them, Roger spun Y/N around so that she was facing him and his hands were placed on her waist.

“Hey,”

“Hi,” Y/N smiled, pushing herself up onto her toes to kiss him.

“I’ve missed you,” Roger said, the words muffled against her lips.

“You saw me this morning Rog,”

“Yeah but you were leaving my apartment so it doesn’t count,” he whined, hands playing with the hem of her sweater. “I like your jumper,” he said and Y/N giggled, heat rushing to her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I stole your favourite sweater… But it smelled like you and I missed you while you were gone.” She said, moving her face so it was buried in his chest. Roger chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest, and his hands went to her hair, gently teasing out the knots.

“You’re impossible to be mad at, Princess,” he sighed and Y/N giggled.

“It’s a talent,” she declared.

“God I love you,” Roger sighed, moving one of his hands from her hips to gently cup her face instead, tilting it up so that he could kiss her.

“I love you too, Rog,”

“I want to take you out tonight,” he said, watching as she untangled herself from his embrace to turn and collect some plates for the takeaway.

“Where to?” She asked and Roger shrugged.

“Anywhere, really. I just want to see you tonight to be honest,” Y/N laughed at how adorable he was acting and sent him a smile over her shoulder.

“You’re not allowed to be that cute,” she informed him and Roger smiled, closing the gap between them and snaking his arms around her waist again, resting his head on her shoulder.

“Trust me, Princess, you’re definitely the cute one in this relationship,”

The two of them walked back down the hallway, hands still linked up until they became visible to the two men in the room, when they dropped their hands and moved an acceptable distance away from one another.

“Hey, isn’t that your jumper, Rog?” Brian asked as they finished eating and Y/N began to clear the dishes away. His eyes were fixed on the comfortable sweater and Y/N froze.

“Yeah it looks a lot like his, doesn’t it? I said the same thing,” John laughed but Brian shook his head, a deep frown in place.

“No... that is your jumper, Roger. Isn’t it?” He was daring Roger to disagree. Roger hesitated, looking at Y/N for back up. John gasped.

“Are you two together?” He asked, looking between Roger and Y/N.

“We can explain,” Y/N cut in. She felt as though her cheeks were on fire. She locked eyes with Roger, a pleading expression on her face and it seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was previously stuck in and he let out an awkward cough.

“Yeah, um. I walked her home a little while ago after the pub, remember?” That was party true. He had indeed walked her home - but it had been to his home instead, where she had then spent the night wrapped up in his embrace. “It was cold so I let her borrow my jumper,” Roger shrugged, his face was redder than Y/N had ever seen it before. “No big deal,” he briefly locked eyes with Y/N - long enough for him to shoot a panicked look in her direction.

“Roger, you’re a shit liar,” Brian said, glaring at his friend. He turned it onto his sister. “And you, you promised, Y/N. How long have you guys been sneaking around behind my back?” He asked before whirling around to John. “Did she tell you?”

“No, no I had no idea,”

“We didn’t tell anyone, Brian. We wanted you to know first we just... didn’t know how you’d react,” Y/N’s hand was itching to latch onto Roger’s but she restrained herself.

“How long?” Brian demanded again.

“Six months,” Y/N whimpered out, blinking back tears. Brian had never been properly angry with her before to the point at which he was shouting.

“Six fucking months?” Brian repeated, his hands clenching into fists. Roger stepped forwards so Brian’s gaze moved on to him.

“We wanted to make sure that it would... work between us before we let the world know,” Roger added. Y/N could feel his concerned gaze on her and she bit her lip, keeping her eyes trained on her brother. Brian clenched his jaw, staring between the two of them.

“Will it?” John piped up from behind Brian. “Will it work out?” Brian looked back at his sister with raised eyebrows.

“Yeah,” she whispered, looking at Roger, a smile tugging at the sides of her lips. “I think it will,”

“It definitely will,” Roger agreed, his eyes softening with love as he looked back at her, moving his hand so that their pinkie’s were laced together.

“I’m not happy about this,” Brian told them. “At all.”

“I love him, Brian,” she said hopelessly. Brian watched her for a moment before turning to look at Roger.

“And you?”

“I love her more than I could ever express,”

“Fuck this. I’m going home,” Brian sighed, collecting his things and leaving the studio.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” John huffed, glaring at his best friends.

“Sorry, Deaks,” Y/N said with a shy smile. John rolled his eyes.

“I guess I’m happy for you,” he conceded, trailing off and allowing his thoughts to hang in the air between the three of them. “I’m going to make sure Brian’s alright,”

“Does this mean we’re in the clear?” Y/N asked, turning to her boyfriend as John also left, the door closing quietly behind him. Roger allowed a hopeful grin to cross his face.

“I guess so,” he agreed, kissing her tenderly. “I love you so much,”

“I love you too,” she smiled. “But now that they know, that does mean I own this jumper, right?”

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seouledbysisi · 4 years ago

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Something New

Chapter 21

Jae pulled up into a large apartment complex. He killed the engine and grabbed Sasha’s hand to kissit gently.

She looked around her surroundings. She felt a bit on edge. It had been a silent drive & he insisted on surprising her with something. Surprises gave her anxiety.

“Who lives here?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m not really in the mood for company.” Sasha sighed.

Jae chuckled lightly. “Well get in the mood.” He opened the drivers side & hurried around to catch the door for her. “Stop pouting and come on!”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s just amazing to me that you’ve been hella busy for two weeks straight. We’ve barely seen each other yet you want to bring me to some random person’s house to hang out. Shouldn’t this day be about me since you finally have the time?”

Jae cleared his throat. He wasn’t in the mood for arguing. “Can you just please get out? I promise this will be a good day.”

She pulled the lipstick out of her purse to refresh her lips. “You owe me.”

She pushed past him as she stepped out the vehicle & walked ahead of him.

He jogged behind to catch up with her. “I can’t hold your hand?”

“You could have if you had have made this day about me. Oh well.” She crossed her arms. Sure she was being a brat but she really had missed him. He would have early mornings and late nights. By the time he’d make it to his mom’s house, they’d both be tired. And that was when he paid his mom’s house a visit.

They took the elevator up to the ninth floor.

“Let me guess this is one of your rich childhood friend’s home?” She asked with a attitude.

Jae shrugged. “I wouldn’t say rich.”

Sasha smirked. “Look at you being modest.”

The elevator dinged. Jaehyun led the way to the correct apartment.

905

He keyed a code in which unlocked the door.

“And why do you have the code to someone else’s apartment?” This whole day was getting weirder and weirder.

Jae simply laughed and pulled her into the apartment.

She was amazed at the decor. Whoever lived there had great taste or paid someone else who had great taste.

“Wow!” She spinned slowly to get a good view of the entire front room. “Who lives here, Jae?”

“We do.” A familiar voice sounded from the far left near the steps.

Sasha whipped around fast to see Ivy and Johnny leaning against the stairs. “Well done Johnny!” She clapped.

Ivy giggled. “I don’t think you understand. . .”

Sasha raised an eyebrow. “How hard is it to understand that Johnny got y’all a nicer place?”

Jaehyun grabbed her hands. “Babe, this is all of our place.” He had the biggest grin on his face.

Sasha looked around the living room once again. “Huh?” She was dumbfounded.

“Me and Johnny decided that we’d invest in a home that would be big enough for all of us. There’s four bedrooms plus a den.” Jae couldn’t stop smiling. Although part of him was scared she was going to shoot this idea down.

“Our bedrooms are down here. Ours on this side and yours across there.” Ivy pointed across the living room.” “And two extra bedrooms upstairs. One for Hendrix and-“

Sasha cleared her throat. “Don’t finish that sentence because I know where you’re going with it. I’ve come to the realization that I’m not having kids and I’m finally at peace with it.”

“I just have hope for you, sis.” Ivy pulled her into a hug.

Sasha forced a smile out. “Let that dream go. Plus you’ll have more that I can love on all the time.”

Johnny began to choke. “Oh God no. Not any time soon. Henny is enough!”

Ivy slapped his chest. “We’ll have more right now if I say so!” She yelled at him.

Johnny’s eyes widened. “Yes ma’am.” He answered with sarcasm.

“So are you in?” Jae asked with hesitation.

Sasha thought for a moment. “Do I really have a choice? This ring sort of bounds me to you. I go where you go.” She giggled. “Plus this apartment is Bomb!”

Ivy squealed. “Isn’t it?! They did so good with picking it out. I was shocked.”

“Who decorated?” Sasha asked as she eyed the two men.

“Us!” Johnny & Jae both answered at the same time.

Ivy burst into laughter. “Now the truth!”

“Well we hired someone but we gave her the vision and she brought it to life.” Johnny finally admitted.

Jae smirked. “So therefore we did it.”

Sasha rubbed his face. “Sure you did, babe.”

Brianne

Brianne walked the streets of Seoul, just to familiarize herself with the surroundings. She hadn’t fully decided to move there yet but she did have a couple of interviews lined up there. She figured it couldn’t hurt to check things out. She had missed her friends and maybe being closer to them would make her life better.

The sun was finally starting to set. She could smell the strong aura of fresh coffee beans being grounded. She squinted her eyes to see if she could find where the scent was coming from.

Bella Café

“Perfect!” She ran across the street to get to the entrance. It was winter so a hot cup of coffee was the perfect pair to this cold weather. As she stepped inside it wasn’t many patrons. She didn’t mind though. She just wanted to sip her coffee in peace.

“What can I get for you?” The guy at the register asked.

Brianne scanned over the menu. “I know I want some of that lemon cake, and maybe a vanilla latte?”

The guy smiled. “Cold or hot?”

“Definitely hot.” She inhaled the scent some more. She loved the way coffee made her feel. It put her in her happy place.

He gave her the total and waited for her to fetch her money out of her purse.

A male’s voiced spoke in korean from behind her as she noticed him hand the cashier a credit card.

Brianne turned around slowly. She knew the voice but thought maybe she was simply dreaming. “Taeil?” She whispered almost praying that he didn’t hear it.

He gave her his pure smile. “In the flesh.”

She was stunned. He looked the same. Nothing had changed. Still as handsome as she remembered. Still as sweet and humble as she remembered. Emotions began to crash into her like a bowling ball searching for pins.

“Shall we sit? Or are you leaving?” He asked with that same smile.

She wondered how in the world could he smile at her the way he was when she had shattered his heart years ago. “S-sure.” She grabbed her cake and drink and took a seat in a far corner.

“You must be visiting the girls?” He asked.

Bri took a deep breath. “Sort of. I also have interviews here. I’m contemplating on moving here.”

Taeil nodded and looked away. “It’s funny. I wanted you to come here with me and nothing worked. Now years later you’re here. It’s just funny.” His voice trembled a bit.

Brianne sipped her coffee. “I’m not the same girl I was back then. I was selfish.” She admitted.

He shrugged her statement off. “I get it. You wanted to live your life. . .without me.”

“I needed to live my life without you.” She voiced. “I know that sounds cruel but I needed to know who I was without anyone. I went from being in love with my best friend to realizing he would never love me the way I needed him to. Then he fell for my close friend and then you came along and pieced me partially back together but it wasn’t enough. I needed to find myself, and love me before I could let anyone else do it.”

Taeil seemed a bit taken back. “You were in love with Jaehyun? I never knew.”

“We grew up together and he always protected me so I guess over time I grew emotionally attached so when he left out of nowhere it was hard for me to cope; and when he came back it was even harder because he giving Sasha all the attention & I felt like he’d left me in his past.” Bri admitted. “Senior year was hard for me. I know I never said it but I felt it.”

Taeil stared at her for a moment. “Well every year after that has been hard for me. I’m glad you found yourself though.” He stood to leave.

Bri caught his arm. “I don’t want you to leave like this.” She wiped the tears from her face.

“You don’t need me. It’s time that I accept it.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t tell you all of that for you to feel neglected or useless in my life. I told you that because you needed to know the truth. If I hadn’t have experienced life without you, I wouldn’t understand how precious life is with you, Taeil.”

His eyes were glistening from years threatening to escape. He covered his face.

She pulled him into a hug. “Believe me I’ve missed you, Taeil.”

“For what it’s worth, I am glad you’re doing well for yourself.” He rubbed her shoulder softly.

She gave him a small smile. “Thank you. Let’s not go years without speaking again.”

He simply nodded.

Sasha

She tossed and turned all night. She had broke out in a cold sweat. Her stomach felt sick all of a sudden. Had to have been that takeout from earlier. She ran to the bathroom and sat in front of the toilet. Her stomach was turning flips.

Jaehyun rolled over & noticed that the bed was empty on her side. “Babe?” He called out in a groggy tone.

She whined a bit. “Jae do you have anything for an upset stomach?”

He jumped out of bed quickly. “Ginger ale?” He sang thru the closed door.

She pulled herself off the floor and opened the bathroom door. “Will you fix me some?”

“Of course!” He rushed out the room.

Her phone pinged. It was a notification from her period tracker app.

Did you forget to input your period?

Your period is seven days late.

She stared at the screen for what seemed like forever.

Jae stood over her reaching the glass out to her. “Babe, you good?” The expression on her face was as if she’d seen a ghost.

She simply nodded in silence.

The end

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girlinthepictureframe · 5 years ago

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The Briefest Kiss Part 18B

Half an hour later, cleaned up and dressed nicely, Miles strolled down the stairs, Alex in tow. “Why do you keep walking behind me?” he wondered.

Alex smirked. He still couldn't shrug that feeling of happiness. Not that he wanted to. It clung to him like a second skin. “I like the view from here.”

Miles tossed him a dirty grin over his shoulder. “Careful, or our friends might figure out that you fancy me a bit.”

“Let them, I don’t care.” Alex couldn’t imagine not having Miles, and the harder he tried to stay away from him, the less he succeeded. The more he tried to reason with himself that giving into Miles was a horrible idea, the less his heart paid attention.

And he felt his arguments slipping away from him. How could he say that they wouldn’t find time for each other when it was so easy lately to find time for each other? How could he reason with restlessness when he only ever felt it in the absence of Miles? How could he claim to be selfish in the presence of a partner when Miles’ presence made him anything but that?

What if Taylor had it wrong? What if he could make it work? If he hadn’t ruined Miles’ life by now, didn’t that mean that maybe he might not ruin it at all?

“You okay?”

Alex blinked. “What?”

“Got quiet there all of sudden.”

“Oh…just…thinking.”

Miles fell in step next to him, slung his arm around his shoulders and kissed his temple. “Stop doing that. Thinking. It’s not good for you.”

“Oh really?” chuckled Alex.

“It’s a party. We’re here to notthink,” he explained to him.

Zack, Matt and a few others were sitting near the pool and waiving at them. Miles led Alex there. “Should we decide on a codeword before we sit down?”

“Codeword for what?” asked Alex, confused.

Leaning in, brushing his lips against Alex’s ear, Miles whispered, “For when you need me so badly that it’s tearing you apart. A codeword that lets me know that I need to follow you and do something about your state.”

Alex struggled for air. He was trapped in a weird mixture of amusement and arousal and as he was laughing, he couldn’t help but pinch Miles’ butt. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“It’s why you love me,” quipped Miles.

The words came out so fast and so naturally that it startled them both. Alex could tell by the look in Miles’ eyes. “It’s true,” admitted Alex after a beat. Their eyes locked, until the calls and whistles from their friends became too loud to ignore.

“Well, what did we miss?” asked Alex as he sat down next to Miles.

“Nothing much,” said Matt, placing two full bottles of beer in front of them. “David was telling us about his upcoming wedding. Big party across the pond.”

The David in question sat a few seats down the large table. “Huge thing. Can’t wait to see you all,” he said. “Sure you can’t make it, Miles?”

“We already locked down the gigs in eastern Europe. I’ll fly out and celebrate with you later this year. Promise.”

“Do that,” agreed David and the two of them got lost in a discussion about some band they’d heard. Some others joined in as well. Alex, meanwhile, enjoyed just sitting there. He’d never felt the need to talk much. He rather liked listening to stories.

He also liked that Miles had his arm still slung over his shoulder and was absentmindedly playing with a strand of hair at the back of his head. It was innocent, really, but also not. It was full of intimacy. It was a gesture that let everyone know that Miles had that certain special privilege that allowed him to touch Alex in public, that allowed him to venture into his personal space and get comfortable there. It was a touch that let every know that Alex was his and Alex very much loved being Miles’. He also enjoyed having the same privileges and so he reached out, placed his arm over Miles’ shoulder and lightly ran his fingers through his friend’s hair. To know that he was allowed to do that, to just touch him whenever he felt like it, was giving him a strange sense of accomplishment, like he must have done something right to deserve that. Miles flashed him a brief but bright smile before returning to his conversation.

Matt leaned over towards Alex. “So that thing that I saw, whatever that was, does it mean that you and he are a thing now?”

“It means,” said Alex, “that we forgot to lock the door, which won't happen again!” He checked and found everyone else still locked in a discussion. He lowered his voice. “And no, we're not. He and I…” How was he supposed to define something that defied all common definitions? “We're just friends, only…not just friends.”

Matt nodded towards the poolside and Alex got up and followed him there. “You know he wants to be with you, right? I care for the both of you. I want my friends to be happy.”

“I appreciate your enthusiasm for my love life,” snickered Alex, “but he, too, believes that—”

“He believes that's what you want,” interrupted Matt. “And he's as scared as you are…”

Alex rolled his eyes but as he listened to Matt’s ramblings, his attention was drawn back to Miles. He was still in the midst of an avid discussion with their friends, but every now and then his eyes strayed towards him. Not for long, just a second or two, until he caught himself and looked away again. His friend’s fingers, however, remained fixed in one place – the neck of his beer bottle. And his thumb and index finger were slowly, gently, absentmindedly travelling up and down the damp glass. He was jerking off the damn bottle and didn’t even realize it! Alex couldn’t stop staring. He really shouldn’t have laughed at Miles’ suggestion of a codeword!

“Stop drooling!” Matt snorted. “For two people who are so worried that sex might destroy their friendship, you're awfully eager to get it on!”

Alex was dumbstruck. He wanted to object, to call Matt out for his words, but the guy had spoken the truth. And he hated being confronted by the truth, especially when it was a truth he refused to acknowledge! “We're not— That's not…no?!”

“Speechless?” Matt scoffed. “Figures.”

“Out of all the people, you're the one who should understand why I'm scared! You and Bri were friends before you got together. And now you're divorced. If you hadn't gotten together, you'd still be friends!”

Matt shot him a harsh glare. “Listen up, Al! I love you dearly, but you're a fucking idiot! I would do it all over again, exactly the same way, If I could. Even knowing how it will end. I wouldn't want to miss a single memory I made with her. We didn't succeed and that hurt. I moved on and I'm happy again. But while it was good, it was incredible. So no, I don't understand.”

Alex looked away, ashamed. “I'm sorry I said that. It was bad. It's just…she's no longer in your life. And if Miles and I were to mess it up, he'd no longer be in my life.”

“You don't know that, Alex. Think about it, you kind of messed it up already. And he's still there!” Matt gave his shoulder a playful punch.

Well, not that playful. Alex winced. “OW!”

“Oh, toughen up! You're such wuss lately!”

Alex punched Matt's shoulder and when he winced in pain, Alex raised his eyebrow pointedly. “Sorry, did that hurt?”

“Fine, I take it back!” Matt chuckled. “Let's grab some food. Before you tempt me into throwing a real punch.”

“Think you can deck me?” Alex grinned as they made their way to the large BBQ grill. “Try, I dare you, Helders!”

“Someday, Turner. Someday.”

It was well into the night when Alex found Miles on one of the oversized loungers by the pool, gazing up into the clear night's sky.

“One of us always ends up doing that.”

Miles turned to smile at him. “Want to watch the stars with me?”

Alex got onto the lounger and climbed behind Miles, who in return got comfortable between Alex's legs. Leaning back, he rested his head against Alex's chin and tugged Alex's arms around his torso. Alex was only too happy to accommodate him.

After a while of silently watching the firmament, Alex posed a question he'd been wrecking his mind about for days now. “How about a new couch?”

“You don't like your old one anymore?” Miles dipped his head backwards, trying to meet Alex's eyes. “Do you ever even sit on it?”

“Maybe,” suggested Alex, “if I liked it more, I would sit on it more often. I could watch TV on it. Or…nap.” What else did one do on a couch?

“Make out on it?” grinned Miles.

“But you're never around to make out with,” countered Alex. The thought of making out with anyone else never even crossed his mind. “I think you should visit me more. At least once a month. And I could visit you once a month. That way we would see each other at least twice a month.” A grin lit Alex's face. “And if we agree to meet a third time at whatever random place you and I might be at any given moment, we would see each other at least three times a month.” And if we moved in together, a voice whispered faintly, we'd see each other much more often than that. But Alex didn't dare to say that out loud. They weren't together! Where did that thought even come from?!

Miles shifted, tried to get a closer look at Alex. “What are you trying to tell me?”

“I'm just saying that…” Alex wasn't sure what he was trying to say. “We should see each other more often, is what I'm trying to say, I guess.”

Miles nodded as his attention returned to the stars. “I'd like to see you more often.”

A smile settled comfortably on Alex's face and he began to run his fingers lightly up and down the back of Miles' hands. “It's been two years and ten months since the last time we've done this.”

“The night I kissed you,” remembered Miles. ”So much has happened since then.”

Alex nodded. He felt his friend slightly stiffening in his arms. “You're okay?”

“I'm going to ask you something.” Miles began to fidget. “But you need to be honest with me. Even if it hurts my feelings. It's one of those times where I can tell when you lie.”

Alex covered Miles' hands with his and linked their fingers reassuringly, steadying them. “I promise.”

Miles took a deep breath. “Was there ever a moment when you regretted that I kissed you? Your life would be much different if hadn't done that. You could still be with Taylor right now.”

Alex caught Miles’ eyes as he tugged him further into his arms. “When you kissed me, you showed me that there was an entire world out there that I had never even glimpsed at. Your lips introduced me to a whole new universe. You took away the limits of my life and made it endlessly more exciting. If there is one thing I regret, then it's not kissing you back that night.” He dipped his head forward, gently kissed Miles and beamed at him. “I'll be forever grateful that you kissed me.”

Miles smiled at him so bright, so full of emotion and happiness that Alex’s heart beat faster and it brought back another memory of that night. He smirked. “Did you know that your kiss lasted five heartbeats?”

“What?” Miles turned slightly, adjusted in Alex's strong arms. His eyes crinkled in amusement and something else, something Alex couldn't define. Was this how love looked like in somebody else's eyes? “You counted them?”

“I did. I couldn't possibly not. My heart was beating so loud in that moment. But I don't know if it was beating fast or slow. I lost all sense for time. Afterwards, as I tried to sort my thoughts, you leaned back and whispered that you'd fantasized about doing that for a while now.”

Miles' eyes went wide. “So that's what that line was about! I don't remember whispering anything to you.”

Alex wasn’t surprised. “Well, you promptly fell asleep and left me sitting there, counting the stars, trying to make sense of it all!”

“Did you make sense of it?”

“Never did,” admitted Alex. “I still don't know why you did it.”

“I couldn't not do it,” Miles said. “Sometimes I think I was meant to kiss you that night.” He frowned as he rolled on his stomach, facing Alex as he laid on top of him. “My fantasy was kissing you. I know you said you’ve fantasized about me, but you never gave me any details! What, precisely, did you imagine when you let your mind run free?”

“Oh, wouldn't you like to know?” Alex laughed. He brushed a strand of hair from Miles' forehead. “At that point, when I wrote the song? I had very virtuous fantasies about you and me, about chaste little kisses in shadowy corners. Nothing dirty.” He placed a lingering kiss on Miles' lips.

Miles turned back around with a smile, getting cozy between Alex's legs again. As he snuggled his head back against the side of Alex's face, he resumed watching the stars. “And later?”

“Later?” Alex nuzzled Miles' cheek, craving the sensation of his slight stubble as it lightly scratched the tip of his nose. “You mean, did my fantasies dip their toes into the dirty pond? Well, there's one I rather like,” he hushed, trailing one hand down the front of Miles' abdomen, “want to know about it?” He felt Miles nod shakily. Alex traced the outlines of Miles' pecks through his shirt. “You're on stage, playing a song, standing in front of the mic. It's a hot day and you're covered in sweat. Everyone's loving your show. And I'm watching from the side of the stage. Until I can't take it anymore.” Miles was growing restless and Alex felt spurred on. “I walk out and stand in front of you but you're forever the professional performer and ignore me. So, I drop to my knees and undo your zipper. I take you out and find you hard and leaking and I swallow you completely, right there, on stage, in front of thousands of people. And I suck you off so hard…” Alex dug his hands into Miles' hips as he squirmed in his arms. He nipped at his neck, then sucked hard on his skin, leaving a mark. “Dirty enough for you? I got more,” he offered, his voice thick and raw.

Miles grabbed his hand, entwined their fingers and placed it on top of his erection. Alex grinned victoriously. “This has turned you on, baby!” Alex pushed their joined hands down, rubbed Miles' cock through his jeans. He tried to get his own bit of friction by pushing himself against the back of Miles' butt, grinding. Their movements turned frantic, urgent, until—

“This looks like fun,” said a female voice, towering above Alex and Miles and disrupting them in the most unwelcoming of moments. “Mind if me and my friend join in?”

Blinking, trying to make sense of the voice and groaning irately at being disturbed, Alex looked up and glared. “I don't share. Get fucking lost!”

He heard Miles chuckling. “We forgot that it's that kind of party,” Miles reminded him in a bout of laughter. “Should have brought that door sign with us.”

Alex groaned, giving up on grinding and stroking, instead resuming to cuddle. “Maybe we should keep the sexual acts behind closed doors, at least for the duration of this party!”

Miles succumbed to laughter.

As Alex watched Miles’ laughter die down and his focus for the stars return, something occurred to him. Something he needed an answer for. Right away. “Miles?”

“Hm?”

“Do we share?”

“What?” Miles looked up over his shoulder, giving Alex the strangest look.

“I mean, I know I don't want to share. But I can't speak for you, can I?” Alex struggled to find the words for what he was trying to ask. Well, he knew what he wanted to ask, but that would require defining them. Which, as was obvious, was a bit complicated.

“Are you asking me if we're exclusive?”

“Well…” Alex rolled his eyes. “We're not a 'we' in the average sense of the word 'we', are we?”

“You're confusing me.”

Alex grunted. “I'm confusing myself! Are we exclusive?” He blurted again. Impatient. “This thing…whatever the fuck it is, is it just us?”

Miles' squinty look of perplexity made room for a slow smile. “Al, whatever the fuck it is, it is just us. No sharing. No one else. Just you and me.”

Alex wrapped his arms possessively around Miles and nodded. “Good. I'm happy we cleared that up.”

“Me too,” grinned Miles. “Remind me to cancel my other dates for the week!”

Alex bit down on Miles' neck. “Not funny!”

“I think it's very funny.” Miles wiggled deeper into Alex's arms. “But you can rest easy. I'm all yours.” Taking Alex's hand and bringing it to his lips, Miles kissed the back of it.

Forever? Asked that faint voice in the back of Alex's head. He pushed that thought away, once again. Instead, he watched Miles as his attention got lost in the sky.

“Still trying to arrange the stars into a song?” He'd come to find that Miles enjoyed watching the night's sky even more than he himself did, which was remarkable.

“I'm trying to catch their tune,” spoke Miles and took one of Alex's hands in his. He lifted it up, aligned their index fingers and pointed at a star. “See it? It's twinkling. All the stars are. But sometimes you have to look a long time to catch it.” His cheek rubbed against Alex's. “I think the stars are listening to a silent melody and dancing along to the tune. One day I'll figure out what it sounds like,” he said and pecked Alex's cheek.

“Go on a date with me.”

Miles sat up, stunned. He turned, looked at Alex in shock. “What?”

“Tuesday night, when you're in Paris, go on a date with me.” Alex leaned up as well. He placed his hand on Miles' face, cupping it gently. Even though his question had visibly startled him, Miles leaned into his touch as though it was the most natural thing in the world. And it brought a moment of calm to him. But as Miles remained silent, Alex got nervous again. His voice turned quiet. “Say yes, Miles. Please.”

“If I do…” Miles swallowed hard, his words were unsteady. “What if I like it? What if we like it? What if we want to go on another date?” He sounded as shaken as Alex. “What then?”

Alex took a trembling breath. He was startled by his own words. “Then we go on another date.”

Miles' voice got even more jittery. “What if we like that, too?”

He knew what Miles was asking and reached for his hand, squeezing it. Feeling him return the gesture, Alex got a little braver. He dared to smile. And touched Miles' nose with the tip of his own. “What if we can make it work, Miles? What if we won't mess it up?”

Miles pressed his forehead against Alex's, sounding breathless and full of emotion. “Do you really want to try?”

“It's all I want!” Alex kissed him. “I can't be without you anymore!” Another kiss.

He hadn't meant to ask him that. Hadn't planned on asking him out. But as he was holding onto Miles and listening to his musings about stars and silent songs, he'd realized that no matter how hard he would try, he'd never be able to let go of him again.

He couldn't imagine a day where he wouldn't want to feel his lips, taste his kiss, listen to his thoughts and get lost in his shiny big eyes when he smiled. And all of sudden, it didn't matter anymore that he was scared and nervous and unsure how to actually do it all – this whole happily-ever-after thing was new to him, after all. The only thing that mattered was knowing that Miles would be there with him, all the way, right down to the very end.

And if the end should ever arrive, they'd manage that together as well. They would remain friends forever. There was no longer a shred of doubt in Alex's mind. For he had finally understood. Love wasn't about succeeding or failing. It was about seeing the other one smile. And making Miles smile was something Alex could easily do for the rest of his life.

“I need to hear it, Miles. Say yes,” Alex pleaded again. “Tuesday night. Dinner and a movie. You and me.”

When Miles gave him his big, happy smile, Alex felt the floor beneath him disappear. And when Miles finally said yes, Alex felt like he was flying for the first time in his life.

Spoiler Part 19:

“I want you,” rasped Alex, leaning in to nibble on Miles’ earlobe. “Right here.” One hand fisted Miles’ tie. “On the muddy ground. In the rain.”

#the briefest kiss #milex #milex fanfic #milex fanfiction #miles kane alex turner #fanfic #fanfiction

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avis-writeshq · 5 years ago

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Shawn Mendes x Reader: Like To Be You

Here’s a fic to make up for not posting recently ;-;... eh, it’s... long?

Requested: No

Warnings: Angst and crude language I suppose.

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Fem!Reader

Other: Based on the song “Like to be you” by Mr. Mendes >.< Y’all, I ain’t saying Shawn is that big a Baka that he wouldn’t help his s/o with her stuff… Imma just put that out there.

Word count: 2,489

Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

(B/F/N): Best Friend’s Name

B/F/N/N): Best Friend’s Nickname

Two years. You and Shawn have been dating for two years. You would have thought that sometime during those two years he would have taken some time off to spend time with you. You would have thought that he would have taken some time off from the tours, took some time to relax, and just do nothing for a few weeks. Heck, even a few days would have been enough for you. But for almost the entirety of those two years, he was either at the studio, partying, or touring the globe.

You were proud of him. Of course, you were! You were proud that he found something he loved as well as millions of people. But sometimes you felt as if he didn’t even care about you. The first year he would apologise and make it up to you the next day, just spending a few minutes to talk to you, take you to a coffee shop for lunch, go to the movies to snack off the popcorn... He would take the time to kiss you goodnight and even that was enough. But lately, things weren’t up to par.

He spent 4 months on tour. Four freaking months without seeing him. Sure, you called each other, but every time your conversation was cut short.

“I’m really sorry, but the soundcheck is happening in five.”

“I’m sorry, baby, but the makeup crew needs me.”

“Sorry, honey, but I have to go.”

“Can we talk in the morning? The concert was draining.”

No more apologies. No more ‘making things right’. It was all ‘I have an excuse to leave’. You pinched the bridge of your nose as you stared at your phone. Without Shawn, the condo felt emptier than usual and you couldn’t take it. More than often, you would leave the apartment by 7 in the morning to go to work and return at 9, just so you can avoid it.

The café you were in wasn’t very busy, and for that you were thankful. You didn’t need people asking questions as to why you weren’t with Shawn or some random crap like that. You bit your bottom lip in agitation. You didn’t need this right now. With the stress of work and keeping food on the table, you didn’t need more stress in your life.

***

Shawn came back to the condo at the end of the tour, exhausted beyond his mind. After all, how could you expect him to not be with his partying until 2am and greeting his fans all the time? But that was 2 weeks ago. Surely he had time to get used to being home. His living standards were definitely up to par; he didn’t put away his dishes, turn off lights after he leaves the room, he doesn’t even pick up his socks! But you promised yourself to be patient. He has always had it harder than you, so you might as well try to be understanding.

“Hey Shawn,” you smiled as he came out of the bedroom, 7 o’clock in the morning. You were wearing your usual work clothes and was already packing your lunch and breakfast in your bag. Shawn stayed up late that night at Brian’s house, despite the fact he had work the next day. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, (Y/N), just really tired.” He let out a yawn, “I might take the day off today.”

At those words, you perked up. “Really?”

“I’ll try. I’m going to call Andrew. I’ll be right back, hun.”

You nodded as he retreated back into the bedroom, phone in his hands. Maybe now you could spend time together. Maybe go to the movies. He was always a Marvel fan, wasn’t he? Far From Home was released a few days ago, why don’t you go watch that? Before you could even think twice about the option, Shawn emerged from the room, letting out a huge sigh.

“How’d it go?”

“He said I could stay home,” he said, running a hand through his curls.

“Great!” You grinned. “Do you mind helping me with the dishes?”

“Why can’t you do them?”

Your smile faltered for a split second before you let out a breath. “I have to call my boss so I can have a day off, to spend more time with you. Besides, I’ve been living alone for the past few months and you barely did anything to help…” you trailed off, biting your lip.

“I’ve been touring the world, remember?” Shawn rolled his eyes. “I need a break.”

“It’s just a few dishes,” you mutter under your breath, “helping out isn’t going to kill you.”

“Then why don’t you do it? You’re making a big deal out of this!” His voice was starting to rise and you flinched slightly.

“Shawn, I was just asking you to help out,” you closed your eyes tightly. Why didn’t you just put the dishes away yourself?

“I’ve been away for 4 months and you’re mad at me for not helping out?” You could hear the agitation in his voice. “You don’t understand what I do!”

“Shawn-” You pleaded, tears prickling your eyes.

“I’m fucking tired, (Y/N)! You could at least help me!”

“I don’t want to fight about this…” you mumbled, looking away. Your attention was drawn to the clock that was already pointing at 7:15. “Crap, I’m going to be late!”

“Wait, (Y/N)-”

“I have to go; my boss is going to kill me.” And with that, you picked up your bag and bolted, thankful for the quick escape.

“(Y/N)-” But you were already gone.

Shawn let out a deep sigh, putting away the dishes that you left in the sink. He was an idiot. The plate on the counter had breakfast all ready to go; an apple cinnamon muffin with a cup of coffee. A small note beside it caught his eye and when he read it, guilt was pouring out.

‘Don’t work too hard! With love, (Y/N)’

The 24-year-old groaned, tugging at his hair. This wasn’t how he intended this morning to go! Why didn’t he just help you out? He wasn’t going to do anything, anyway. He was on tour for 4 months with minimal contact with you. He should be helping and loving you with every fibre of his being! Not making a mountain out of a molehill!

He grit his teeth in frustration. When you get home tonight, he was going to apologise and do everything in his power to fix things. But you never returned home.

***

“Thanks for letting me stay over, (B/F/N),” you smiled, tugging your work bag.

“What are friends for?” She grinned back, carrying a pillow for you. “What happened between you and Shawn?”

You groaned at the thought, plopping yourself down on the couch. “We had a fight. You know how he’s been on tour lately?”

Your best friend nodded thoughtfully, “to Europe, right? I thought he would have called you.”

“Yeah,” you roll your (E/C) eyes, “for five minutes. But now that he’s back, he wouldn’t even help me put away dishes.”

“Well, that sucks,” she sighed, sitting next to you.

“But it’s my fault, anyway. I should have just done them myself. He’s been on tour for 4 months. He’s tired. I should understand,” shaking your head, you hug the pillow. “Sometimes I feel like I’m not enough for him, (B/F/N/N).”

“(Y/N) (L/N), don’t ever say that about yourself. It isn’t your fault for expecting him to pick up some slack and it definitely isn’t your fault for causing the fight. And you are more than enough for Shawn. You’re kind, sometimes too kind, smart, beautiful… need I go on? You coped for months without him. If anything, he’s a trash boyfriend,” she shrugged, hugging you by the shoulders. “He didn’t even ask about your day when he called?”

“Not exactly…” you trailed off, and, seeing (B/F/N) disapproving stare, you quickly covered your comment up. “But he was really busy! Andrew kept calling him to fix something up… it’s really not a big deal…”

(B/F/N) let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Brian called, though. Shawn’s worried about you. You missed 4 of his calls.”

Your eyes widened in realisation, “really? I didn’t know.” Rummaging through your bag, there really were 4 phone calls as well as 8 text messages, 5 of which were apologies. You sighed, putting the phone down onto the couch.

“You aren’t going to call him back?”

“What if he’s still mad at me?” You bit your lip. “What if he just wants to finish the argument?”

“Why would he still be mad at you? (Y/N), if he’s still mad at you, he wouldn’t have called.”

Clenching your fists, you avoided any possible eye-contact, your anxiety shooting through the roof. “You know how long Shawn holds a grudge for…”

“And you know how much he loves you,” (B/F/N) pointed out. “(Y/N), you have him wrapped around your finger. He’s completely smitten with you!”

“I don’t know… he seemed really mad…” you frowned, leaning into the couch, flashing back to his frustration.

“Look. If you need space, you got it. Just… call him when you’re ready, okay? Don’t leave him hanging.”

“Yeah… okay.”

***

“Shit, Bri, I messed up big time,” Shawn groaned, collapsing on the couch. “I should have called her! I should have just done the stupid dishes for fuck’s sakes.”

“Mmhm,” Brian nodded, rolling his eyes. “I’m not going to pretend that you didn’t mess up, because you did, Shawn.”

“But she doesn’t know how hard it is to be… me!” He scoffed, “I’m the one touring the world all the damn time!”

“And she’s the one you’re leaving behind every year to tour the world. She had to work, sleep alone, and all the while you didn’t call her,” the man huffed. “Why can’t you get it into your thick skull that she’s got it harder than you?”

“Because she doesn’t! You don’t know how much I missed her, how much I wished to be back here instead of thousands of miles/kilometres away from her!”

“Then tell her that, Shawn!” Brian let out another frustrated sigh. “You love her, don’t you?”

“More than anything.”

“Then talk to her, but maybe not right now. She’s probably still upset.”

“Right, yeah, of course. I’ll go tomorrow.” With that, Brian left him to his wallowing.

Shawn tugged at his hair, guilt clawing at his heart. He should have helped you. He loved you more than anything, and he made you run away. He shouldn’t have complained, but he did it anyway. He was so used to having people do things for him that he never even bothered to do things himself! He rubbed his face to calm himself down. He needs to apologise to you before he messes things up even more for both of you.

***

“Sometimes I’m kinda grateful that Shawn is such a huge rock star,” you admitted as you stirred the pot of soup. You were helping (B/F/N) with dinner as a thank you for letting you stay over. Your phone was in your pocket, earbuds blasting out a song.

“Why’s that?” She asked, looking up from her book.

You shrug, turning your attention back to the soup, “I can listen to his voice whenever I want.”

The woman burst into laughter, rolling her eyes. “You really are smitten, (N/N). I can’t believe Shawn would pick a fight with you. You’re so precious.”

At those words, you scoff, turning down the heat of the stove and moving to wash your hands. “I am not precious, and I am certainly not innocent. I’ve done more things with Shawn than you have in your entire life.”

(B/F/N) let out a mocking gasp, a small notepad flying your way. You snickered, dodging it with ease. “(Y/N), you’re such a freak!”

“You love me, really!”

A few hours later when you were sitting on the couch, your phone buzzed with another notification. (B/F/N) was already asleep, but you were reading a chapter of your book. Picking up the phone, a small smile made its way onto your face as you read the text.

Shawn <3: Goodnight, baby

Shawn <3: I love you

You rolled your eyes, typing back a quick response.

You: ILY 2

Chuckling to yourself, you put your book down, “what a sap.”

***

By 7 o’clock in the morning, you were awake, a fresh plate of pancakes and strawberries on the counter. You weren’t very tired, even though you stayed past midnight reading your book. You were strangely energetic, having woken up at 6:30. You were just about to call (B/F/N) out for breakfast when the doorbell rang.

“Were you expecting someone?”

“No…” she groaned, rubbing her eyes. “Who in their right mind would be here at 7 o’clock in the damn morning?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged.

The doorbell rang again, followed by a knock.

“WHO’S AWAKE AT THIS UNGODLY HOUR?!” (B/F/N) demanded, glaring at you.

Raising your arms in surrender, you went to open the door, only to be met with a familiar pair of brown eyes. Only, instead of the usual cheekiness, they were red from tears. “Shawn?”

“(Y/N)! I thought you weren’t going to open!” He sniffed, rubbing at his eyes with the sleeve of his jumper. He wasn’t wearing his usual black jeans and t-shirt. Instead, he was wearing sweatpants and his Harvard jumper.

You frowned before opening the door wider to let him inside. “Shawn, what’s wrong?”

“Everything! Dammit, (Y/N), you leave without saying anything, barely responding to my text and sh-” he quickly caught himself before looking you in the eyes. “You were right. (Y/N), you’re always right. I should have just helped you out. You were living alone, and I barely called! I should have done something!”

“What? No, you’re right! I have no idea what you do or how you do it. You‘re exhausted beyond your mind and I should have helped you out. I should have known that you were tired and I should have done something about it.” You squeezed your eyes shut. “You’re touring the world, Shawn! I should be more supportive.”

“No, baby, you are supportive. You’re always so good to me. You do everything back home. If you weren’t there, I would have no clothes for months and the only food I’ll be eating is cereal.”

You manage a small giggle through your tears, “you really are hopeless when it comes to food.”

“What I’m trying to say is… I’m sorry. I’ve been a trash boyfriend and I should have helped you out more.” He offered a small smile and he barely had any time to react when you wrapped your arms around his waist. The curly-haired man let out a sigh of relief, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Shawnie.”

#Shawn Mendes x Reader #shawn mendes #shawn peter raul mendes #angst #sad #cute #fluff #x reader #reader insert #celebrity x reader #Shawn Mendes x Reader angst #Shawn Mendes x reader fluff #shawn mendes x reader smut #Just-Me764 #just-me764 writes #I can't write haha #2k+

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rushingheadlong · 5 years ago

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Take My Breath Away - A Brian x Reader fic

Summary: Brian has a thing for drawing sex out for as long as possible, but it's harder to do that when breathplay is involved... at least until you come up with a bit of an unorthodox solution: corsets.

Wordcount: ~20k

Tags/Warnings: 18+; Unspecified reader (including smut with ungendered language); Kink exploration and negotiation

Kinks: Corsets; Breathplay including choking; D/s, mentions of switching but with a focus on sub!Brian, some subdrop and aftercare; Dirty talk; Orgasm denial; Penetrative and oral sex

Notes: I set out intending to write a short 5k companion piece to my earlier corset fic… and then everything spiraled out of control and this happened. A huge thank you to @tenderbri and @jackolynsparrow for being my cheerleaders, letting me bounce ideas off them, and helping me edit this monstrosity. I hope you all enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

[There are also more detailed notes about corsets at the end of the fic if you are interested in that!]

It begins almost on accident.

You’re half-watching a movie with Brian. He’s pretending to read and you’re pressing kisses along his neck, trying to entice him to pay attention to you instead of his book. The TV isn’t turned down low but it’s still easy enough to ignore, at least until there’s a flurry of shouts and action and you glance back to see that the tight-laced heroine has fainted in her corset.

You almost laugh at the cliché of it all, but then you hear Brian’s breath hitch at the scene on the TV and you turn to him with a knowing smirk. “See something you like, Brian?” you tease, trailing one hand up his chest and settling it lightly over his throat.

“You know I do,” he answers, arching up into your touch.

“Maybe I like hearing you say it.” Your hand slots into position under his jaw, thumb and forefinger pressing up underneath his tongue to restrict his breathing. It’s safer than pressing down on his arteries and making him pass out, though you know how to do that too if that’s what he wants. “Use your words, babe. Tell me what you want.”

“This,” Brian says, voice strained from the way you’re practically forcing his jaw shut. “Just this, don’t wanna pass out, just- Y/N, please-”

You lean down and kiss him, and neither of you last long after that- mostly because you can’t make this last long, not when Brian’s neck is literally on the line. You jerk him off quickly, your other hand pressing hard against his throat, and Brian's hands fumble against you as he struggles to keep breathing but that’s alright, because the sight of him coming undone and his first gasp when you remove your hand are enough to tip you over the edge anyway.

The routine after that is familiar: check for bruises and damage, even if you’re confident there aren’t any, because you can never be too safe; clean off yourself and Brian while he’s still catching his breath; grab a glass of orange juice and wrap your arms around him to stave off the subdrop that he falls into as easy as… well, as easy as breathing.

You like the routine. It’s comforting and grounding, and lets you check over Brian without worrying that you’re missing some important step. But lately the sex itself has felt like part of the routine as well, or at least the breathplay part of it has. Funny how one of your more dangerous kinks has become so methodical that you’re almost bored by it.

And Brian feels the same way. You've seen his small moments of displeasure in the past, but this time when he curls up around you after you’ve checked up on him he sighs and mumbles, “Always wish we could make that last longer.”

You bite back a sigh of your own, and instead press a kiss to the top of his unruly curls. “I know.”

Because you do know. Brian’s always had a thing for drawing scenes out for as long as possible. When you tie him up he’ll gladly stay in bondage for hours, and when he feels like being in charge he enjoys teasing you until you’re nearly incoherent with want. It’s harder to do that with the breathplay when you need to be careful about not leaving marks around his neck, and when keeping one hand in the correct position on his throat inherently limits your options for different positions.

If Brian had his way he’d spend half a day struggling to breathe, each inhale careful and deliberate and shallow, and you’d love to see him in that position… but if there’s a way to make it work, without leaving behind damning evidence, you have yet to figure it out.

“We could try the mask again…” Brian tries to suggest.

“No, Bri,” you tell him, as gently as you can. “The last time we tried a mask you panicked. Same with the gag.”

“But if we tried a different style-”

“Brian.” You gently grab his chin and move his face so he has no choice but to look at you. “You know that I am willing to try almost anything to make this work. But you hate having your face covered, and so the masks and gags don’t work for us. I’m sorry, but they just don’t.”

Brian whines and when you let go of his face he burrows it into the crook of your neck, hiding there as he admits, “I know, but I still want…”

“I know,” you say again, as you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, only this time you add, “We’ll think of something eventually, I promise.” Because right now, while he’s still coming down from this particular high, he needs that promise even if you both know that you may not be able to keep it.

And because you want to keep the mood light, you joke, “Maybe we should just get you a corset like that woman in the movie.”

Brian snorts, and you can feel his smile where he has his face hidden against your neck. “Right. I don’t think putting me in lingerie will solve the problem.”

“Hey, you never know!” you say with a laugh… and now that you’ve gone and said it, you find that you can’t get the thought of your mind.

Something about it sticks with you, for the rest of the night and the next day while Brian is at the studio. Why shouldn’t it work, after all? Corsets are designed to bind, to constrict. Even if the fainting is exaggerated for Hollywood, there’s still a kernel of truth to it. Better yet, with nothing touching Brian’s neck or face, the danger would be more limited, the chance of outright panic lessened, the marks- if there even would be any- more easily hidden…

“Everything alright, Y/N?” Brian asks, later that evening after dinner. You’re both sitting on the couch, almost in the same positions as you were the previous night, before the idea of corsetry had ever crossed your mind. “You seem… well, a bit distracted.”

“I’ve been thinking about our little problem from last night,” you say, because there’s no point in lying to Brian about something that directly concerns him.

Brian gives you a curious look. “The breathing problem?”

“That’s one way to put it, I suppose,” you say with a laugh. “But yes, I’ve been thinking about that.”

“Y/N…” Brian reaches out for your hand, and you lace your fingers with his. “Look, you know what I want, but if there isn’t a way to do that then there’s nothing we can do. Worrying yourself about this isn’t going to change that.”

You take a deep breath, and turn so you’re facing him properly for this conversation. “That’s the thing, though. I might have a solution.”

“Really?”Brian asks. “What is it?” He looks both surprised and tentatively hopeful and you bite your lip, nervous to share your thoughts despite knowing that you have to.

“I was joking when I mentioned it last night, but then I started actually considering it, and… Well, it’s corsets,” you tell him.

Brian lets go of your hand, his face twisting up into an unreadable expression. “You’re not serious.”

“I actually am,” you say. “I know it’s a bit out there, even for us-”

“It’s lingerie,” Brian says, an echo of what he had said the night before.

“And you wear women’s clothing on stage, and a collar at home when the mood strikes you,” you point out, and Brian predictably doesn’t have a response for that. You sigh, and ask, “Will you at least listen to my thoughts about this, before you completely write it off?”

“Alright,” Brian says, after a moment of consideration. “I’ll listen.”

“Thank you,” you tell him, and you do mean it. “So. Let’s assume that we do this properly.” Because if you were to try this, there’s no question that you would handle everything properly. “We’d get a corset that fits correctly and that was designed to be laced that tight, so I think it would be safe to assume that this would work, at least to some extent. Agreed?”

Brian nods.

“So, let’s pro/con this,” you continue. “Pros: It wouldn’t cover your face, so you’re less likely to panic like you did with the mask and gag. It doesn’t touch your neck, so it’s probably safer-”

“I think that’s a stretch,” Brian interrupts.

You roll your eyes. “Fine, we can debate how safe it is, but at least it wouldn’t leave marks on your neck like a belt or noose would. And any marks it left on your torso can be hidden by your shirt- I mean, assuming you can bring yourself to do up an extra button if you need to.”

“Oh, you ass,” Brian says, but he’s laughing as he says it.

You grin and ask, “Can I continue, or do you want to keep insulting me?”

“No, no, by all means, keep going,” Brian says. He’s starting to relax a little now, and you’re glad to see it. You really do think that this could be the answer to all of your problems, and you would have been irritated beyond words if Brian had stubbornly dismissed it out of hand.

“Well, there’s also the fact that we already know you like tight bondage, and you particularly like it when I tie you in a harness,” you point out. Brian had told you once that he liked the feeling of being “held” by the rope, and you imagine that a corset would provide a similar sensation. “And corsets are designed to be worn all day, so surely it could handle a few hours of being laced maybe a little tighter than usual.”

Brian shifts at that idea, his face starting to flush with desire at the very suggestion of being in any sort of scene for several hours, and you know that he’s starting to come around to the idea. “And the potential cons?” he asks, his voice dropping a note lower than it had been before.

“The expense, for one. I can’t imagine buying a proper corset will be cheap,” you admit. “Not to mention actually getting the corset so it’s sized correctly for you, and making sure we know what to do with it once we have it. I still say that cutting you out of a corset will be safer than trying to pry a mask off your face if something goes wrong, but I’d obviously rather not get to that point at all.”

You shrug, just a little, and add, “That’s all I have, really. What are your thoughts?”

Brian is quiet for a moment, and it makes you a little nervous. He’s always been thoughtful, prefering to mull over his options before making any decisions, but given how eager he’s been recently to find a way to make this kink work you were expecting a bit more of a reaction than this.

And then Brian lets out a small huff of laughter and shakes his head and says, “Sorry. I just wasn’t expecting this, and it’s- Well, it’s a lot.”

You reach for Brian’s hand again, and you’re glad that at least he doesn’t pull away from you now. “A lot in a good way, or in a bad way?” you ask.

“Good, I think… but it is quite a bit to consider and I’m having a hard time getting past it being a corset,” Brian admits. “I know that at the end of the day it’s just another piece of gear, but even so it still feels different than anything else we’ve bought or tried before. Not to mention that just getting the damn thing seems like it’ll be an ordeal, and-”

He sighs and you squeeze his hand gently, giving him the space to gather his thoughts rather than pushing him to speak before he’s ready.

“I want to find a way to make the breathplay last longer, you know I do, but you weren’t wrong when you said that the masks and accessories don’t work for us,” Brian says at last. “I’m worried that this will just be another disappointment, only this time we’ll be out a lot more time and money and stuck with something specially made for only me that I am not wearing outside of this context.”

“But it could also work,” you point out gently. “Doesn’t that make the risk worth it?”

Brian smiles, a little crookedly, and jokes, “Well, it wouldn’t be breathplay without a little risk…” You roll your eyes and knock your knee against his, but Brian just laughs and moves his leg so it’s pressing fully against yours. “Do you really think this will work?”

There’s a hopeful sort of note to Brian’s voice, even though he’s still holding himself back. The disappointment of the last few failed attempts had hit him hard, and you aren’t surprised that now that he’s not coming down off a scene that he’s a little more wary about trying something new.

You want to reassure him that this is the perfect solution to your problem, nothing to worry about, everything will finally work out for the two of you this time… but Brian would see through the lie in a heartbeat, and if there’s one thing you’ve learned from exploring these sorts of kinks with him it’s that they only work if you’re both open and honest every step of the way.

“I don’t know,” you tell him, because that’s the only answer that you can really give him. “I think it’s the best option that we’ve come across in a long time, and I’m more hopeful about this than I was with the gag… but I just don’t know. You might panic once it’s put on or not be able to tolerate wearing it long-term. Or maybe a properly-designed corset won’t restrict your breathing like that at all, I have no idea.”

You take a deep breath and smile at Brian, and that alone is enough to get some of the concern to fade from his eyes. “But I do know how much you enjoy breathplay and how much you want to find something that will work for longer than a few minutes at a time,” you tell him. “So if this has even the slightest chance of giving you that… Why shouldn’t we at least make the attempt?”

Brian smiles back at you, bright enough to dispel your lingering fear that you’d gone too far with this suggestion. “You’re right. After everything else we’ve already tried, I suppose this is worth a shot as well.” He laughs, sounding almost disbelieving of his own words, and adds, “God, I can’t believe I’m going to wear a fucking corset.”

You laugh as well. “Well, provided we can figure out where to get one.”

You bite back the other comments you want to make, the ones about how lovely you know he’s going to look wearing it, because you can tell where Brian’s boundaries are with this and you know he won’t appreciate the compliment- at least, not right now.

Instead you close the distance between you and Brian, small as it may be, practically climbing onto his lap and draping your arms loosely around his neck. Brian’s hands settle on your hips, his fingers dipping under the hem of your shirt to tease along your skin.

“Well, hello there,” Brian says with a broad, easy grin. “I’m assuming you’ve finished with our little conversation, then?”

“I think we’ve made enough big decisions for one night,” you say lightly. “If you wanted to keep talking about the minutia of this I guess we can do that, or we can do something a bit more fun…”

“Oh, is that so?” Brian’s hands start drifting higher, pushing your shirt up as he goes, and he leans in to press a few gentle kisses along your neck. “What exactly did you have in mind?”

You gasp and arc into his touch, and breathe, “Whatever you want.”

You catch a glimpse of Brian’s brilliant smile before his lips catch yours in a fierce kiss. You’re momentarily overwhelmed with just how much you love this man- and then Brian gathers you in his arms, picking you up as he stands from the couch, and you shriek in surprise and delight as he carries you towards the bedroom.

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You immediately dive into research about corsets, at least as much as you can with the resources available at the library, and what you find doesn’t seem promising at first. You’re head spins with endless lists of measurements and jargon you don’t understand, and you still can’t figure out if this will actually work the way Brian needs it to or if that’s all just Hollywood nonsense.

Even the few shops you manage to find that sell corsets don’t seem likely to work for your purposes. The lingerie stores seem to sell mostly fashion corsets, which probably can’t lace tight enough even if you could get them to fit on Brian’s body, and the wedding boutiques are an immediate no-go from the start.

In the end it’s Brian who comes up with a solution- or at least, that’s what you can only assume has happened when he comes home from the studio one day in a bit of a whirlwind and says, “Fred’s found a corsetmaker for us.”

You blink in bemusement, listening as he sheds coat and keys in the foyer and waiting until he pops his head into the living room before saying, “Hi, honey. Mind explaining how Freddie got involved in this little project of ours?”

Brian huffs in vague amusement, and crosses the room to give you a quick kiss in greeting. “All I did was ask him if he knew any designers who also did corset work, since we weren’t having any luck finding someone on our own,” he says, leaning over you as he talks.

But it seems that’s the extent of his explanation, because he straightens back up and asks, “Do you want tea? I think I’m going to make myself a cuppa.”

“I would like a bit more detail about Freddie and this corsetmaker,” you say. “But yes, I’ll take the tea as well.”

Brian, it seems, is in somewhat of a mood, because he continues the conversation as he walks away, calling over his shoulder, “Like I said, we weren’t getting anywhere and Freddie knows loads of designers and artists so I thought it couldn’t hurt to ask him…”

You stand up and follow him into the kitchen, leaning against the doorway and watching as Brian fills up the kettle and pulls out your mugs with a bit more verve than usual.

“...and obviously I didn’t tell him what it was for. I might have actually implied that it was for you, not that it did me any good because he came back to me today with a name of a corsetmaker who he said would treat me quite well.” He huffs and braces himself against the counter, and you can see the line of tension in his back. “What is it about me that makes it so obvious that I’m going to be the one wearing lingerie?”

“Why does it bother you so much?” you ask, far more quiet than Brian’s own testy ramblings.

Brian clearly hadn’t heard you follow him, because he startles at the sound of your voice and turns to face you in surprise. “Why wouldn’t it bother me?”

“Because like I pointed out before, you’ve worn women’s clothing in the past. Quite frequently, in fact,” you remind him. “Why is this different?”

Brian gnaws at his bottom lip, clearly fighting to find the right words to explain this. “Because, being told that I look like I should be wearing something like this feels like people are making assumptions about me,” he finally admits. “I just wear clothes that I like, regardless of whether they’re intended for men or women. It has nothing to do with what I like in the bedroom, and I hate feeling like people are drawing those sorts of conclusions based on what I wear. They’re never completely right anyway, and it always feels demeaning and degrading.”

There’s a horrible and heartbreaking sort of logic there, especially when combined with what you know of Brian’s deep-seated self-esteem and body issues. You know that society at large doesn’t look favorably on men wearing lingerie, and certainly doesn’t consider them to be much of a man at all. In that context, Brian’s initial visceral reaction against the corset makes a lot more sense.

“Have I ever made you feel that way?” You hate how small your voice sounds as you ask the question, and you hate that you have to ask it at all.

“No,” Brian says immediately, without hesitation. “Never. It’s always just been me, getting too caught up in my own worries about things. Which is exactly what happened today with Freddie, because I know he wasn’t insinuating anything, but I still…”

The kettle goes off and Brian turns away and busies himself making the tea rather than finishing that sentence. You stay quiet, knowing he needs this moment of privacy to gather himself and his thoughts.

It’s a testament to how worked up Brian is that he’s not quiet as he thinks over his next words. The silence in the kitchen is broken by sighs and frustrated huffs, until Brian all but slams the kettle back down and bites out, “It’s one thing, you know, when I have those knee-jerk reactions around you, because you somehow always know what to say to help me actually think things through and calm down. But now I have a phone number for a corsetmaker who I’m going to have to discuss this with and it’s- it’s a lot harder to feel good about this now that other people are involved.”

That gets you moving forward so you’re standing next to Brian, one hand coming up to gently rub his back- but then Brian turns, pulling you into a tight hug and burying his face against your shoulder, and all you can do is hold him as he shakes in your arms.

It’s a long time before Brian pulls away, and when he does he looks exhausted and embarrassed. You kiss him softly to cut off his feeble attempt at an apology, and ask, “Do you want to go sit in the living room?”

“I want tea, but I think it’s gone cold,” Brian says instead, picking up the cups he prepared before his small breakdown. They’re both lukewarm at best, and he dumps them into the sink as you quickly refill the kettle and start heating it again.

You stay pressed close to Brian’s side as you wait for the water to heat up. He doesn’t move away from you but he does say, “I’m fine, you know. I just let it get to me a little too much for a moment there.”

“Are you sure?” you ask. “Because I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this if you’re not comfortable with it.”

“What other choice do I have?”

You can’t hold back a small, frustrated noise at Brian’s question. “Any other choice in the world, Brian! We can take this entire stupid idea and shove it for all I care, because your comfort is more important than some damn kink!”

“But I do want to give this a try.”

It’s said quietly, evenly, no heat or urgency in Brian’s voice, just a statement of fact- and for a moment, you almost hate him for that. You want Brian to be angry so that you can be angry, so you can push and needle at him until all of his insecurities are laid bare for you to systematically refute until there’s no part of Brian that still feels like his self-worth can be determined by his kinks or his clothes.

But you know that’s not the best approach to take in this situation, so instead you take a slow breath to ground yourself and ask, “Then what can we do to make this as stress-free as possible for you?”

You half-expect Brian to respond with “Nothing”, and are bracing yourself for the frustrating conversation that is sure to follow. But instead Brian actually considers the question, humming thoughtfully as the kettle whistles and he remakes the tea for both of you.

“Can you call the corset shop?” he asks after a moment. “If they’re going to have a problem fitting a corset on a man…”

Brian’s voice trails off again and when it’s clear that he’s not going to finish the sentence you say, “I can call.” Because if the conversation goes badly, you know you can handle that better than Brian will. “Is there anything specific you want me to ask them, besides that?”

“If they can make it from my measurements, without me needing to go in at all?” Brian jokes weakly, but it falls somewhat flat and he sighs, and says, “We do need to make sure that they’ll be discreet, and I’d rather not have to ask Jim for an NDA for them to sign.”

You bite your lip to stop from laughing at the mental image of Brian having that particular conversation with Jim Beach. “I agree. Let’s try to not to tell anyone else about our plans, shall we?”

That gets Brian chuckling, and it’s such a relief to hear that you find yourself smiling brightly up at him. “Yes, well, at least telling Freddie got us the name of a corsetmaker, which is more than we had before,” Brian points out. He hands you your cup with a smile of his own and kisses you on the cheek. “Come on, let’s go sit down before we ruin this tea as well.”

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The next morning you wake late, after Brian has already left for the studio, and as you stumble into the kitchen in search of caffeine your eyes fall on a small note left on the counter. Corsets by Charlotte, it reads in Brian’s handwriting, followed by a phone number.

Right. You did say that you’d make the initial phone call…

Even setting aside Brian’s insecurities it does make more sense for you to call anyway. You’re not recognizable like he is, and you have more time and privacy on your hands than Brian does on recording days, but you still find yourself jittery as you dial the number and listen to it ring, nervous about everything even though you know you shouldn’t be.

The call connects and a bright voice on the other end says, “Costumes by Charlotte! This is Vicki speaking, how may I help you?”

The Costumes part of the greeting throws you for a loop and you find yourself stammering, “Ah, I’m- Well, I was told that you might sell corsets…?” You desperately hope that Freddie’s information isn’t outdated, because you’re not sure where else to turn if this lead is a dud.

“We do, but you’ll have to talk to Charlotte directly for that. Hold on a second, let me get her.”

You tap your foot nervously as you wait, twisting the phone cord around your finger, and you jump when a new voice suddenly says, “Lottie here! Vicki says you’re interested in buying a corset?”

“I am.”

“Wonderful! Corsets are a bit of a passion of mine, so it’s always a treat to get a new order,” Lottie says, and even through the phone she sounds genuinely excited. That already puts some of your worries at ease, even before she asks, “Now, is this for yourself, or for a friend…?”

You bite your lip, hesitating for only a split-second before quickly deciding that you can’t beat around the bush with this. “It’s not for me. It’s for my boyfriend.”

“Alright then, that’s not an issue at all,” Lottie says easily. “Do you know what he’s looking for in a corset?”

She sounds matter-of-fact about it and you slump against the wall in relief. “To be honest, this is pretty new territory for both of us. We don’t exactly know what all the options are for everything.”

“Not a problem! It can be pretty overwhelming for beginners,” Lottie says. “Let’s start with the basics. Why does he want to wear one? Is it for fashion, for medical reasons…?” You hesitate for another moment and Lottie laughs lightly and says, “Would it be easier to just make an appointment to come into the shop and we can discuss everything in person?”

“Probably, yes, but… Well, you see my boyfriend is a bit well-known, and given the nature of all of this-”

“I understand, and if it’s any reassurance he’s not the first public figure I’ve made a corset for. Not even the first male one, in fact.” Lottie reassures you, which certainly piques your interest.

“The storefront is fairly discreet, especially since we branched out and changed the shop name to Costumes,” she continues. “We can schedule an appointment in the evening after regular business hours are over, so there’ll be no other customers, and since I handle all of the corset orders myself you’ll be dealing with me directly. And, of course, if you want me to sign an NDA I have no problems doing so.”

You are so grateful for her no-nonsense response that you don’t hesitate to make the appointment. You’re pretty sure that the band doesn’t have studio time scheduled for Saturday evening, but Lottie reassures you that rescheduling won’t be a problem if something comes up and you take her word for it.

You jot down the shop address on the note that Brian left and tack it to the front of the fridge, where you let Brian discover it when he gets home that evening. You fill him in on the brief but illuminating phone conversation as the two of you make dinner, and you’re pleased to see that Brian is genuinely and enthusiastically excited about the upcoming appointment.

You’re even more pleased when, later that evening, he pulls you into the bedroom to work out some of that excitement with you.

He knows your body as well as you know his. He knows the spots that make you squirm, make you sigh, make you scream- knows where to kiss and where to bite, knows how to bring you to overwhelming pleasure again and again with his mouth and his fingers, and his cock when he finally, finally, pushes inside you.

And as much as Brian loves to tease you, once he finally starts fucking you he doesn’t hold back at all even as he remains attentive almost to a fault, bringing a hand between your bodies to make sure that you reach your peak before he follows you over that edge.

Brian collapses on the bed next to you, breathing heavily and fumbling for your hand. You find his and gently lace your fingers together, knowing that Brian likes little gestures of contact like that after sex. There’s still a vulnerability to him in the afterglow, even when he doesn’t sub and even when kink isn’t involved at all, and after several minutes you kiss Brian on the neck and rouse yourself to get a washcloth to clean up- despite Brian’s protest that he was just about to do that himself.

Brian’s excitement lingers for most of the week, but his nerves return with a vengeance when Saturday morning finally dawns. He frets about the house for most of the day, tense and on-edge, and nothing you try seems to calm him down. You half-expect him to call the whole thing off, and you’re more than a little surprised that Brian doesn’t hesitate or put up any protest when the time comes to leave for the appointment.

“Are you sure you’re alright with this?” you ask as Brian parks the car and sits for a moment staring at the storefront across the street.

“Yes. I’m fine.” Brian turns to you and smiles, and it’s a little forced but he doesn’t really look like he’s dreading what’s to come. “A bit nervous, but I think I’m allowed to be.”

“You are,” you agree. “Shall we get on with it, then?”

Brian takes a deep breath but nods, and the two of you finally step out of the car.

The storefront is closed, but as you approach the door it’s opened and you’re greeted by a brightly smiling young woman. “I’m Lottie,” she introduces as she ushers you inside. “I’d ask if you’re my evening appointment, but I can’t imagine any other reason why Brian May would be stopping by my little shop.”

Brian laughs, self-conscious, as Lottie closes the door and locks it again. “Yes, that would be me. Guess it was too much to hope that I wouldn’t be recognized.”

“The hair is a bit of a giveaway,” Lottie jokes. “And, of course, I know Freddie from university. He always said he’d send business my way, but I wasn’t expecting it to be one of his bandmates!” She laughs and shakes her head, before adding, “But come on, let’s head into the back and we can have a nice little chat about what you’re looking for here.”

She leads the way to a smaller room in the back of the store, with several ready-made corsets hanging on a rack in the corner and a few chairs set up around a table. Once you’re all seated she grabs a notebook, smiles at the two of you again, and gets right to the point. “Forgive me for being blunt, Mr. May, but you’re looking for a corset for, shall we say, intimate reasons, aren’t you?”

Your eyes immediately bug out in shock and Brian’s face flushes bright red with embarrassment. “I, ah, I don’t really see why the reason is important-”

“On the contrary, it’s very important. Why a corset is worn determines how it is made- what materials are used, what size it is, how much stress it can withstand…”

Lottie jots down a few notes, and then sets her pen aside and folds her hands over the notebook, giving both of you a no-nonsense look. “I don’t believe in beating around the bush with this, so let me lay all of my cards down on the table and you can decide if you want to proceed or not. Prices for a custom-made corset from me begin at £30. It will be fitted to you perfectly, so there are no returns after it’s made.”

You and Brian exchange a quick look, before he says, “The price isn’t an issue.”

“Well I’m certainly glad to hear that,” Lottie says. “Now, if I’m wrong about why you want the corset please let me know so I can make sure we’re on the same page here with regards to its construction but I do need to know something about what you want out of this.”

When neither of you are quick to say anything she sighs and adds, “If it makes you feel better, most of my customers buy for modelling or fetish play since corsetry isn’t exactly fashionable these days, so if that’s why you’re here I don’t mind in the slightest. I only mind when I need to make something for a wedding.”

“Why do you mind if it’s for a wedding?” you ask, curious.

Lottie smirks and says, “Because it is a nightmare dealing with picky brides.”

Brian laughs, and you’re surprised to hear how genuine it sounds. When you glance at him he seems fairly relaxed, considering the setting and the conversation so far, and that helps you calm down a little as well.

“I can see why Freddie recommended we come to you,” Brian says, sounding amused despite himself. “And…” He huffs and, with a small shake of his head, admits, “Yes. You’re right about why I’m here. Can I ask how you knew, though?”

“Like I said, models and fetishists make up the bulk of my corset clientele- outside of film productions, of course,” Lottie says. “You’re not a model, and you’re certainly not going to wear a corset for one of your concerts, so it was an easy guess from there.”

“Easy. Of course,” you mutter. Brian grabs your hand underneath the table and gives it a gentle squeeze. His palm is a little clammy, a testament to his lingering nerves, but if he hasn’t bolted from this conversation yet you suppose you can’t get too testy about Lottie’s bluntness.

“Now, can I ask where your interests more specifically lie? Do you need this to be practical, or is it purely decorative?” Lottie asks.

“Practical,” Brian says. “I, ah-” He clears his throat but doesn’t finish that particular sentence.

“Thank you, that’s good to know.” Lottie quickly scribbles a few more notes, and then stands abruptly and grabs a tape measure that’s hanging off the end of the corset rack. “Please stand up, Mr. May. I need to take your measurements.”

Brian stands and you watch as Lottie wraps the tape measure around him and takes several quick and precise measurements along your torso. Brian stands completely still, eyes locked with yours and a look of bemusement on his still-flushed face as Lottie works.

“There, that should do it for now,” she says after a moment, tossing the tape measure aside again. “Now, have you worn a corset before?” Brian shakes his head and Lottie tsks. “Do you want to try one on?”

Brian gives you a questioning look and you shrug, and tell him, “I think it’s a good idea, if you’re comfortable with that. I’d hate to spend this much money only to get home and find out you hate it.”

“That’s a fair point,” Brian agrees, turning to Lottie, “Alright. Let’s try one on, then.”

Lottie takes a moment to find a close enough match for Brian’s measurements and from there she makes quick work of wrapping it around his body and doing up the clasps in front. “Now, you always want to fasten up the busk in front when it’s fairly loose,” she explains as she steps around to the back and gathers the laces in her hands. “I won’t do this up too tightly, just enough to give you a bit of an idea…”

Brian is facing you and you can see the exact moment that the corset starts to tighten. He gasps quietly and his eyes widen in surprise - but you can tell from the look on his face that it’s not a bad sort of surprise at all, and you shift in your seat as you watch Brian adjust to the sensation.

Lottie ties off the laces after a moment and says, “There, that’s not too tight, is it?”

Brian shakes his head quickly. “No, not at all.”

“Good-” The rest of her response is cut off as a phone rings elsewhere in the shop. She sighs in irritation and says, “Sorry, if you’ll excuse me for a moment…” before ducking out of the room.

You stand up quickly and round the table to stand in front of Brian. His earlier hesitation has been entirely replaced with arousal, and it matches what you’re feeling yourself as you give him a slow once-over.

“You look good in that,” you tell him. You want to shower him in a thousand compliments but you’re not sure how they would be received, so instead you find yourself asking, “What does it feel like?” Brian doesn’t answer right away and you hum impatiently and add, “Compared to our usual sorts of games, anyway.”

Brian rolls his eyes at that but he says, “It feels… different.”

You laugh softly, just a little, and tease, “Well, I should hope it feels different than a hand around your neck.” You press up against him, hands dropping to his waist- and, god, it’s barely cinched in at all but he still feels smaller under your touch. It’s such a small thing, but it makes you flush with a twisted sort of desire. “Describe it for me, baby. I wanna know what it feels like.”

Brian groans, breathy and a little needy already even though you’ve barely done anything. “It’s just there,” he says. “It’s not uncomfortable but I can feel the pressure of it all the way around me and I can’t get away from it. Every time I breathe I can feel it, and if I try to take a deep breath I can’t, and-”

He whines and rocks against you, desperate despite himself, despite the fact that you’re almost in public, and Lottie could be back at any moment. “It feels so good, Y/N, god-”

“Yeah? I’m glad to hear that.” And you are glad that this harebrained scheme of yours is looking like it’s going to be a success, especially given Brian’s earlier nerves, but the sight of Brian coming undone in front of you is eroding away your control as well. “Now just imagine how good it’ll feel when I pull it even tighter,” you purr, smirking as Brian tries to bite back a whimper at the suggestion. “Or if I do this as well…”

And you move one hand, slowly, to rest over Brian’s throat- not pressing in, not here, but even that smallest of tease is more than Brian can handle and he arches into your touch, begging, “Y/N, please-”

You hear footsteps approaching and step back just before Lottie reenters the room- and frankly, it’s not a moment too soon. You’re not sure what you would have done, how far you would have gone, but you’re pretty sure you would have regretted it after the fact. You’re thankful that at least neither you nor Brian are aroused beyond what’s easily hidden, and if Lottie suspects anything she’s tactful enough not to mention it.

“My apologies for that, let me get you out of that corset now…” Lottie says, untying and deftly loosening the laces. “Feeling alright, Mr. May?”

“Yes,” Brian says, dark eyes locked with yours. “Perfectly alright.”

“Wonderful!” Lottie says. She hangs up the corset as Brian sits back down. You want to touch Brian, tease him, make him keep begging for you… but you settle for finding his hand again underneath the table, and gripping it a bit tighter than you had before.

“Now then,” Lottie says as she joins you at the table, picking up her pen and giving both of you a bright grin. “Let’s talk about your corset now, shall we?”

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“I’m sorry for almost starting something back in the shop. We have our rule about no public play for a reason, and I shouldn’t have pushed you,” you apologize the moment you and Brian get home.

Truthfully, that’s not all that you feel uncomfortable about. Despite knowing about Brian’s insecurities and reservations with this, you still found him so gorgeous in the corset that it almost took your breath away. You don’t know whether to compliment him or offer up an apology, but you’re pretty sure neither would be welcome so you don’t voice that particular thought at all.

Brian shakes his head and is quick to reassure you, “Believe me, you didn’t do anything I didn’t want you to - and nothing I haven’t done to you once or twice before myself. And you stopped things before we actually went too far. I certainly wasn’t thinking straight enough to hear Lottie returning.”

“Did the corset actually feel that good?” you ask. “It seemed like you enjoyed it, but…” You shake your head. “I don’t know. Maybe I was just expecting more breathlessness, but you seemed fairly composed. I mean, all things considered.”

Brian takes a moment to consider his answer before he responds, and you like the reassurance of knowing that whatever answer he gives is going to be true, not just the first thing that popped into his mind.

“Breathing in it was easier than I expected, once I adjusted to it,” he replies. “Maybe that will change when it’s laced tighter or when there’s more exertion involved- I mean, it probably will, I would expect it to, at least. But I did enjoy how it felt today. It still felt restrictive and…”

He hums, searching for the right words to describe it all. “There was a threat to it all, I suppose. Every time I breathed I felt that restriction, and even if it wasn’t much the possibility of more was always there. And you know that I enjoy being teased with choking almost as much as I enjoy the act itself.”

You laugh a little, because it’s true and because Brian’s explanation lifts a weight of worry off your shoulders. “I’m glad that you enjoyed it, and I, for one, enjoyed seeing you in the corset as well,” you tell him, hoping that that little bit of honesty isn’t pushing too far. “I think once yours is done being made, we’re going to have a lot of fun with it.”

“That sounds like you’re already plotting things…”

“And you aren’t?”

Brian grins at you, a little wickedly. “No, I definitely am,” he admits without reservation. “But I’m very curious to see what you come up with as well.”

“Mm, of course you are.” You push Brian back against the wall, pressing in close to trap him there, even though with his height advantage it would be easy for him to get away if he wanted to… but you know he doesn’t want to. His eyes are wide and dark with desire, and when you slot your thigh between his legs you can feel that he’s already (or still) half-hard.

“I bet that’s all you’ve been thinking of since you put that corset on in the shop, isn’t it?” you purr. “You were sitting there pretending to be so calm while we talked about your corset, but the entire time all you wanted was to get laced back up as tightly as possible. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” Brian gasps. He rocks against you and tries to lean down to steal a kiss, but you keep just out of his reach, brushing your lips barely over his but not giving him what he wants. “Please, Y/N…”

“Please, what?” you tease. “Please kiss you? Please touch you? Please tell you all the dirty plans I have for you once I get you into that corset?”

“Yes- yes, all of it, please-”

You surge forward and kiss him roughly, hotly, tangling one hand in his hair to hold him in place as you undo his jeans with your other, shoving them down just far enough to pull out his cock.

“You wanna hear what I’m gonna do to you, baby?” you murmur against his mouth as you start to stroke him, teasing at the head of cock and smirking as he whines and bucks into your touch. “Gonna lace it so tight, Bri, you won’t be able to think let alone breathe, and then I’m gonna pull it even tighter. Gonna tie you up and leave you like that for hours, darling, leave you squirming and panting for me…”

Brian is squirming now, thrusting desperately into your hand and writhing against you. Normally you’d be inclined to punish him for that but he looks so beautiful like this, coming undone so easily and with the barest amount of effort, that instead you speed up your strokes to hurry him towards his orgasm.

“Maybe I’ll be nice and play with you, make you come over and over until you can’t catch your breath at all and you’re begging me to stop.” You twist your hand and tighten your grip in his hair, and he’s so close now, whimpering and shuddering beneath you, and you lean in close to murmur in his ear, “Or maybe you’ll be so fucking turned on that I could leave you there alone and you’d come completely untouched all over your pretty little corset-”

With a loud cry Brian’s orgasm crashes through him and he clings to you, shuddering and gasping as you stroke him through it, until his knees buckle and you ease him to the floor. He leans against you, panting and shaking, and you give him a few moments to recover, carding your clean fingers gently through his hair to ground him.

After a few moments he nuzzles against you and you gasp, biting your lip as you try to stop yourself from grinding against his face. “Babe, you don’t have to-”

“Let me, please,” Brian mumbles, still clearly coming down from his orgasm, but he reaches up to undo your jeans, and how can you possibly deny Brian anything right now?

Brian’s mouth is positively sinful, his tongue quick and clever against your most sensitive parts, even when he’s sex-drunk and so far under that you can gently tighten your grip on his head to guide his movements to the exact rhythm that makes you see stars.

“Bri… Brian…” you pant, feeling your peak approaching almost embarrassingly quickly. “You’re so good for me, so fucking good…”

Brian looks up at you with slightly glazed but adoring eyes- and that’s enough to tip you over. You buck against Brian’s face and he groans against you, the vibrations of it making you cry out in heightened pleasure. When the sensations become too much to bear and you take one stumbling step back, Brian’s mouth is soaked with spit and come and you moan at the sight of it all.

You kneel down as well, gathering Brian in your arms, and he slumps against you as the two of you catch your breath. You kiss the top of his head and murmur praises that are mostly lost in the mess of Brian’s hair, but he nuzzles against you with a happy sigh so you know he understands the intent behind your words at least.

It’s only later, well after you’ve both gotten cleaned up and moved on with your evening, that Brian brings up corsets again. “You know, you’re more into the corset thing than I was expecting you to be,” he remarks, out of the blue.

“What do you mean?” you ask and you give him a curious look. You’ve always been supportive of Brian’s kinks, like he is of yours, so you’re not quite sure why he’s surprised now. “I know how much you like the breathplay. Why wouldn’t I embrace this with you?”

Brian shakes his head. “No, no I mean- the corset itself. You, ah- you seemed to enjoy seeing me in it, even aside from the breathplay aspect. And you really seem eager to lace me up in my corset when it’s done.”

“Why wouldn’t I be eager to lace you up?” you ask, because it’s safer to focus on that than the rest of Brian’s question. “Honestly, I never thought of it before but seeing your waist cinched in like that… It’s like when I tie you up and use the rope to accent certain parts of your body. It’s like I can physically see the control you give me in those moments, and I like that.”

“Oh. Huh. That would make sense,” Brian says, voice thoughtful. “So it’s not really about the corset itself at all then?”

You can feel your face start to grow hot with embarrassment. For a moment you seriously consider lying to Brian even though you know that wouldn’t be fair to him, but you finally admit, “All kinks aside, you did look very nice in the corset, Brian. It was very flattering on you, but I didn’t want to say too much and make you uncomfortable-”

“Y/N, it’s alright,” Brian interrupts, with a small laugh. He kisses you, soft and tender, before adding, “I don’t have a problem with compliments if they’re coming from you. Especially when I’m subbing, you know that.”

You do know that. Brian thrives off praise and adoration, which is good because he always looks gorgeous and he makes it so easy to shower him with a thousand well-deserved compliments. But you’re still nervous about this, and you can’t help but ask, “Are you sure? You were so worried about the idea of the corset at first, that I don’t want to cross a line anywhere…”

“I appreciate that very much, but I honestly don’t think you will,” Brian tells you. “And if you do, I’ll speak up and we’ll talk it over, like we would for anything else. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, and you manage to give him a small smile.

Brian’s reassurances have soothed away most of your lingering unease and guilt. You curl against his side, sighing contentedly as he drapes an arm around your shoulders to hold you close, and you ask, “Anything else on your mind?”

Despite the conversations you’ve already had, and the time its taken to even get this far, you’re not naive enough to think that you’ve adequately discussed every subject or angle with this. You also know that it’s not really possible to do that, but you wish it was. You wish you could analyze every single detail so that when the scene was finally underway there were no hiccups and no reservations and nothing ever went wrong.

Even if you don’t say any of that Brian knows you- and your anxieties- far too well. “Nothing else right now,” he says. “If anything else comes up we’ll talk it through, but I think we’ll be alright. All we can really do now is wait for Lottie to finish the corset anyway.”

And, as it turns out, you don’t have very long to wait for that after all. Brian has his first fitting a few days later, which he insists on going to alone- “So we don’t get up to any more antics in the shop,” he jokes- and it’s only a week after that when Lottie calls to let you know that the final corset is ready to be picked up.

“Are you sure you want me to come along? Maybe I won’t be able to control myself this time…” you tease as Brian hands you your jacket and ushers you quickly out of the house. You’re both eager to get over to the shop, and Brian isn’t bothering to hide his excitement at all.

He laughs as he opens the car door for you. "Lottie wants to go over proper lacing techniques with us, so we need to control ourselves- at least until we get home.”

As with last time the shop is closed when you arrive, and Lottie greets you with a bright smile. “Can I just say, I’ve had a wonderful time working on your corset,” she says as she leads you into the same room as before. “Especially after-” She laughs, glancing at Brian, and says, “Well, let’s just put this on you and see how it looks!”

You give Brian a curious look, but he just smirks and strips out of both his jacket and his dress shirt, leaving him only in a thin t-shirt.

“Now, the oils of your skin can damage the fabric- and this isn’t something you can just throw in a washing machine, you know. I’ll send you home with a liner or you can wear a t-shirt like that one,” Lottie says.

You have a moment of wondering what Brian would look like wearing less than he is now… a tank top perhaps, to show off his arms, or just the liner that Lottie mentioned so all that beautiful skin is on display for you… and then you notice the corset that Lottie is wrapping around Brian, and you nearly lose the ability to think entirely.

The original corset plans had been straightforward and simple: all white, in a simple but sturdy cotton fabric. Functional first and foremost, and decidedly understated to avoid something that looked too much like lingerie and would trigger Brian’s insecurities.

The corset that Brian is wearing, that Lottie is carefully tightening, that has Brian gasping and flushing and looking at you with dark eyes, is not that corset.

This one is still white, technically, but now sewn up in a heavy brocade with a subtle pattern that shimmers as it catches the light. The corset is trimmed in black, with black laces that Lottie ties off with quick precision… and black lace appliques now decorating the middle of the corset, resting along Brian’s hips and drawing the eyes to point where his waist is cinched in.

You only realize that your mouth is hanging open in shock when you hear Brian’s soft laugh. “You like it, then?” he asks, with a knowing little smile. “After our little conversation, I asked Lottie to change up the design a bit when I came in for that fitting.”

“Like it?” You let out a breathless laugh and, unable to help yourself, surge forward to kiss Brian, though you keep it brief and chaste. “Baby, I love it. You look absolutely incredible.”

And he does look beautiful. His cheeks are rosy from both arousal and a hint of embarrassment but he’s beaming at you with a wide smile, and when your hands settle around his waist he makes an aborted move to rock against you, before he catches himself and stops.

“I’m very glad you both like it,” Lottie says, with a smile of her own. “Now, there’s one last thing to discuss, and that’s how to break the corset in.”

Some of the dazed excitement fades from Brian’s eyes, but he asks, “What do we need to do?”

“I usually recommend the 2-2-2 method. Tighten it by two inches, for two hours a day, over a period of two weeks,” Lottie says.

“Two weeks?” Brian echoes, sounding dismayed.

“Obviously once you leave the shop I can’t control what you do,” Lottie says. “But if you try to lace it too tightly right from the beginning you can damage the corset, or hurt yourself if you’re not careful. That corset can lace in tighter than two inches and your body isn’t used to that, after all.”

“We’ll break it in, don’t worry,” you tell her. Brian huffs, and you give him a pointed look. “There’s no harm in taking your time with some things.”

Brian’s eyes widen as he picks up on the hidden meaning in your words. The whole point of this new adventure was, after all, to find a way to take your time with the breathplay. Maybe this wasn’t quite what you had expected, but your mind is already racing with possibilities for the next two weeks.

“Good. I hate seeing my hard work ruined by someone’s impatience,” Lottie says. “Now, the corset is laced in about two inches now, so that’s what you’re aiming for over the next two weeks. And I think that’s about everything so, Brian, do you want me to take that off, or do you want to wear it out of the shop?”

Brian looks at you questioningly, and you give him a small shake of the head and a tiny shrug. You may take on the dominant role when it comes to the breathplay, but this isn’t a decision you can make for Brian. The thought of Brian driving home with a corset hidden under his jacket makes your entire body light up with desire but neither of you are typically ones for public play, and you won’t force Brian even further outside his comfort zone.

“I think I’ll wear it home,” Brian says, and you have to bite your lip to hold back a moan.

“Wonderful! Now, as we discussed at the fitting, the final cost is £50. I’ll have your invoice ready for payment up front whenever you’re ready,” Lottie says, and then she leaves the room.

It takes more effort than you thought was possible to let go of Brian’s waist and take a step back. “I want to fucking ruin you right now,” you say in a low voice. “God, Brian, that corset is stunning- you’re stunning, I can’t stand it-”

Brian exhales sharply, and when he reaches for his shirt you can see that his hands are shaking slightly. “When you told me that you liked how I looked wearing the corset, I wanted to make sure the final product was something you’d enjoy as well.”

“I would have enjoyed seeing you in the plain corset we originally planned… but I can’t deny that I do love the changes you made.” You give him a quick peck on the cheek, because you don’t trust yourself not to get carried away if you kissed him on the lips, and you do up two more buttons on his shirt. “You can’t leave this as open as you usually do, darling, or someone will see our little secret.”

Truthfully, there's nothing to see once Brian has his jacket on. His clothes are loose enough to hide the cinching around his waist, and only his ramrod-straight spine gives away the slightest hint of what’s hiding beneath the surface.

You steal the car keys from Brian when you leave the shop, telling him, “I think you might be a bit too distracted to drive right now.”

“And you’re not distracted at all?” Brian says dryly- but his composure is ruined as he sits down in the car. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, already sounding strained. You watch as he tries to arch his back to find a more comfortable position, but there’s no give to the corset. “Sitting is, ah, harder than I was expecting…”

That’s not the only thing that’s harder. You can see the tell-tale bulge in Brian’s jeans, and he’s not the only one affected by the situation. Brian squirms in his seat the entire drive home, the worst sort of temptation, and you grip the steering wheel so tightly that your knuckles are practically white.

As soon as you get home you lead Brian into the bedroom. You kiss him roughly, drawing it out long enough to strip off Brian’s jacket and coat, undo his belt and push his jeans down his thighs. When you pull away you’re breathless, and Brian is gasping as he struggles to draw enough air back into his restricted lungs.

“Color, Bri?” you ask, and his answering, “Green,” is breathy but his conviction is firm.

“Good.” You take a step back and start to strip off your own clothes as you order, “Finish taking your jeans off and kneel for me.”

“Pants too?” Brian asks, as he quickly pulls off his jeans.

You shake your head, and sit down on the edge of the bed, naked. “No. Leave them on- and kneel, Brian. I won’t ask again.”

Brian sinks, slowly, down to his knees with a quiet gasp. “Oh- oh god, Y/N, you have no idea what this feels like…”

He reaches down to touch himself but you stop him with a sharp, “No, Brian. Hands behind your back. You’re not to touch yourself, do you understand?”

Brian moans but he does as you say. He grips his wrists behind his back and looks up at you with eyes blown wide with lust, panting and trying so hard to stay still for you.

“Fuck, Bri, you look gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous, babe,” you praise, reaching one hand down to touch yourself. You’re not going to last long but that’s okay, because you know this is only the first of many scenes like this. “You’ve never had better posture than this, honey, should’ve gotten a corset ages ago just for that alone…”

Brian whines, needy, strained. He squirms but the steel-boning and heavy fabric of the corset have such little give that even as he shifts his entire torso remains straight and unyielding. “Y/N, please, let me taste you, let me touch you, please-”

“Not today,” you tell him, groaning as your fingers tease over yourself. “Today you’re going to kneel there and describe what it feels like while I get myself off.”

“You know what it feels like,” Brian tries to deflect. “I told you that first day we went to Lottie’s shop-”

“Tell me,” you order. “I want to hear it now, when you’re kneeling in front of me in your corset, when you’re laced down two whole inches and so fucking desperate for me.”

Brian whimpers but he is desperate and he starts to babble, “Fuck, Y/N, it feels- it feels tight and strong and- and there’s no give, not anywhere, and the pressure feels sharper when I’m not standing, and- and-”

Brian is trying to subtly rock his hips, but you let it slide. You can see how the corset limits the movement, even around his hips, and anyway there’s nothing for him to rub against, no way to get friction against his painfully hard cock. He looks nearly wrecked already, even though you haven’t touched him, even though the corset is nowhere near as tight as it can go, and it’s enough to drive you wild.

“How does it feel to breathe in it?” you ask, speeding up the movement of your hand, your other drifting up to ghost across your chest, tease along your nipples. “What’s it like to feel it against your chest with every inhale?”

“Good, it’s so good, it’s so fucking good,” Brian moans, shameless and desperate. “I can’t- it feels like I can’t catch my breath, feels so good, Y/N, please let me come-”

Brian’s begging tips you over the edge and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you, so hard that your vision almost whites out, and you shake and writhe on the edge of the bed as you work yourself through it, Brian’s moans and breathless panting sending fire licking up your spine, until you collapse, boneless, against the bed.

Brian is still whimpering and begging, and when you look down at him you can see that he’s still kneeling in the same position, his hands still behind his back, though he’s practically shaking with need. He’s so turned on that he’s winding himself up without you needing to do anything at all. Even if he had no problems breathing in the corset under normal circumstances, he’s panting so heavily, breathing so shallowly, that you know that he has to be feeling light-headed by now.

You sink down to kneel in front of him, gathering him in your arms and murmuring, “You can move, Brian, you did so well, you’re so good for me…”

Brian’s hands immediately fly up to cling to your shoulders and he begs again, “Please let me come, please please let me come-”

“You can come when the corset comes off,” you tell Brian and the noise he lets out would have been a sob, if he had enough breath for it. “The first time you come while wearing that is going to be after we break it in, when it’s laced as tightly as I can possibly get it. So you’re going to stay like that, laced up and desperate to come, until today’s two hours are up. Do you understand?”

Brian whines and buries his face against your neck, but he nods and you can feel him trying to calm down, to take slow and deep breaths despite the corset restricting his attempts.

“Color, Brian?” you ask again, because even though you’ve played similar games with Brian in the past the corset brings an entirely new element to this and you need to be careful here.

“Green,” he says, without hesitation, and his voice sounds a little more calm than it had been even just moments before.

“Good boy.” You rub one hand along his back, and press a kiss to his temple. “My perfect, good boy.”

You feel Brian shudder at the praise, before sagging against you- at least, as much as the corset will allow him to.

———————————

You and Brian learn a lot about corsets over those first few days. You learn how easy is it to lace Brian’s corset to the required two inches, and how easy it would be (will be) to lace it even tighter. Brian learns how to breathe without hyperventilating, and how to get to that point when he wants it. You learn the patterns that the corset leaves on Brian’s skin, and he learns how quickly they fade and how to hide them if they linger.

You both learn that two hours is a fickle amount of time. When Brian isn’t laced up two hours can pass in the blink of an eye, but the moment he puts that corset on two hours feels like a small eternity. You don’t always start a scene when Brian puts it on, but regardless of how those two hours are spent you’re firm on not letting him come while he’s wearing the corset. Maybe it’s silly of you, but you want the first time you properly and fully explore the breathplay possibilities of the corset to be something special.

And then, barely a week into breaking in the corset, you learn that Queen are almost done with this block of time in the studio. There’s a break planned afterwards, before they return to recording later in the year, but you know that they’ll still want these first few songs to be perfected before the band goes their separate ways for a few months.

Brian’s days start getting longer, beginning earlier and running later into the evening. He comes home half-exhausted, puts off being laced into the corset for as long as possible, and when you do take it off there’s no frantic desperation to come. Brian falls asleep early, leaves before you wake up in the morning, and it’s an unfortunate routine that you’ve grown used to over the years but it feels wrong, somehow, now that you’ve fucked up the timing and mixed kink in with it all.

On the third-to-last evening of breaking in the corset, Brian dozes off on the couch while still wearing it. Unable to properly slouch in his sleep, Brian’s head is instead slumped against the back of the couch while his torso remains rigidly held in place by the corset. It looks like a horrifically uncomfortable position to be in and, even though you know he needs the rest, you gently shake him awake.

He blinks blearily at you and tries to shift, forgetting in his exhaustion that he’s still wearing the corset. He groans as it restricts his movement and the sound does absolutely nothing to rile you up.

“Sorry, but you would’ve had the worst crick in your neck if you kept sleeping like that,” you apologize, gently brushing his hair away from his face.

“‘s fine,” he mumbles. “How much longer do I have to wear this tonight?”

And in that moment you are so done with this entire process, and you say, “We can take it off now, if you want.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Yeah, well, you’re fucking exhausted and the last thing you should be worrying about right now is this damn corset,” you say, a hint of frustration creeping into your voice despite your efforts to remain calm. “Maybe we should put the whole thing on hold, just until you’re done recording.”

Brian, stubborn as ever, shakes his head. “No, we’re almost done, let’s just see this through and-”

“And what?” you interrupt. “Even after we break it in, I’m not tight-lacing you in it when you come home from the studio half-asleep every day!”

“I’m not asking you to. Let’s just finish these last few days of breaking it in, and we can set it aside until the band goes on break,” Brian says.

“There’s only a few days left, though. Why don’t we stop now and pick it up again later?” you ask.

Brian sighs, closing his eyes and slumping down as much as the corset will allow. “Because it’s important to me that we do this properly first.”

“But-”

“Y/N, please,” Brian cuts in. “I’m too tired to fight with you about this now. All I’m asking is that we finish out the next few days, so that when I’m not dead on my feet we can jump straight back into this.”

You immediately feel awful for pushing the issue so hard right now. You kiss Brian’s cheek and apologize, saying, “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to pick a fight, I just hate seeing you this tired.”

Brian sighs. “I know. But honestly, apart from how it restricts my movement the corset isn’t that uncomfortable laced like this anymore. We’re doing something right here with breaking it in, and I want to finish this so we don’t have to worry about it later.”

“Alright,” you agree. You’re still not thrilled at the idea of Brian putting himself through this for the next few days, but it helps to know that he’s not in pain during these two hours- just tired beyond belief, which he’d still be even without wearing the corset. “Well, to answer your original question, you only have about twenty minutes left of wearing it tonight.”

“Good, because I just want to go to sleep.”

You laugh softly, just a little, and you can’t help but tease, “Yeah, that was obvious from your little cat-nap…”

Brian smiles and lets his eyes slip shut again, just for a moment, before he slowly forces them open with a tired blink. “Well, another week or so and we’ll be done in the studio, so…”

True to his word, Brian finishes breaking in the corset over the next few days, after which you’re more than happy to leave it hanging in the closet until Queen is done in the studio and Brian can rest up a bit. You do your best not to fuss over him too much, knowing that his patience wears thin when he’s running on fumes like this, and you count down the days until he’s done recording.

And then Brian tells you that Queen has extended their studio time by another week. Silently, you wonder whether the universe has decided to just conspire against you to make sure that you and Brian never get the chance to have wild, kinky sex ever again.

Aloud, you tell Brian, “Okay but, for the record, I kind of want to strangle whoever suggested that you keep working yourselves to the bone.”

He lets out a bark of laughter and asks, “Do you promise?”

You recognize that spark of amused mischief in his tired eyes and sigh, but can’t quite keep a fond smile off your face. “You’re the one who asked for more studio time, aren’t you?”

“It’s mainly my song that’s holding us up so, yes, I did,” Brian says. “I’m sorry, I know you’ve been waiting for us to finish recording so we can properly try out the corset, but-”

“But Queen is more important than that,” you interrupt gently. “It’s fine, Brian, I don’t mind.” He gives you a look and you roll your eyes, adding, “Fine, I mind that you’re not getting nearly enough sleep these days, but honestly the kink can wait.”

You take a step closer to Brian and drop your hands to his waist, hands sliding up under his shirt to stroke along his back and sides. “Besides,” you say in a low purr. “The longer we wait, the more time I have to plan things out… maybe I won’t be strangling you, darling, but I promise everything will still be better than perfect.”

Brian whimpers, and you can feel him shiver at your gentle touch. “That’s not fair, Y/N.”

“What’s not fair, baby?” you leaning up to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Brian tries to chase it but his movements are slow and sluggish, and he whines low in his throat when you pull away. “Teasing me when I’m too tired for sex,” he says, a mumbled complaint that makes your heart ache with fondness.

You lean up to give him a proper kiss this time, and even though you know he’s exhausted you still enjoy the way he melts against you. “Who said anything about sex?” you ask, the words almost lost against Brian’s lips. “Just let me take care of you, Brian. Let me make you feel good.”

Brian moans softly, but he’s still holding back. “If I come, I’m gonna fall asleep before I can return the favor.”

“I think I can take care of myself for one night,” you tell him, trying not to laugh. “Come on, Bri. Let’s go to bed.”

Brian is soft and pliable under your touch, but he really is too exhausted for you to feel good about teasing him too much. You help him strip out of his clothes, and once he’s spread out on the bed beneath you you don’t waste any time in taking his cock in your mouth even though he’s still a little soft. He finishes growing hard on your tongue as he cries out and shakes beneath you, his hands holding your head even though he doesn’t have the energy to direct your movements.

Brian may like it when you draw things out, but tonight you’re quick to swallow him down almost to the base, drawing back to tease at the head of his cock only when you need to breathe, and it only takes a few repetitions of that before he arches up and comes deep down your throat with a wordless cry. You swallow around him a few times before drawing back to suckle at his tip, only stopping when his moans and whimpers start to take on a note of pain.

He does fall asleep before he can make any motions about wanting to get you off as well, but you expected that and frankly your own pleasure is the last thing on your mind at the moment. You curl up next to him in bed and pull the covers over both of you, and when Brian is once again gone before you wake up in the morning you just remind yourself, yet again, that he’ll be done with this stretch of recording soon enough.

Brian calls you from the studio on the last day they have booked and you brace yourself for him to tell you that they’re extending things yet again. But instead he tells you, tired but cheerful, that they’ve wrapped up the songs they were working on and are going out to celebrate, just the four of them, that night.

“I mean, if you don’t mind, that is,” Brian adds at the end of his rambling explanation.

“Why would I mind?” you ask with a laugh. “Go out and have fun, you guys deserve it.”

There’s a beat of silence on the other end of the line before Brian says, “I didn’t know if maybe you had plans now that we’re done in the studio.”

You know what Brian means immediately. “I told you, Bri, we aren’t doing anything until you’re well-rested again,” you tell him. Brian huffs, and before he can try to talk you into this you add, “No. I’m not taking any risks with this. You can wait another day or two, it won’t kill you.”

“Maybe it will, you don’t know,” Brian says, and you don’t feel bad about laughing because you know that he’s joking now. “You sure you don’t mind me going out, though? I’ll probably be back pretty late.”

“I don’t mind, honestly,” you assure him. “Go out, have a few drinks, tell the others I said hi. I’ll see you when you get home, whenever that is.”

You aren’t expecting Brian to be out too late, given how tired they all have to be by this point, but it’s still nearly 10 o’clock by the time you hear his key in the lock. You can hear him fumbling with it, and you get to the door and open it before Brian manages to figure out how to do it himself.

“Y/N!” he says, with the loud exuberance that only drunk people seem to manage. “‘s you!”

“Yes, it’s me,” you say with a laugh. Brian is swaying unsteadily on his feet and you’re quick to wrap an arm around his waist to hold him upright as you close the door and start carefully shuffling him towards the bedroom. “Seems like you had a good night out.”

“Was fun, but I missed you,” Brian says. He tries to nuzzle against you but leaning down throws his balance off and you both nearly topple over, before you manage to deposit him clumsily on the bed instead.

You pull off Brian’s shoes and wrestle him out of his jeans and shirt, the undressing made difficult by the fact that Brian keeps trying to grab your hand. He whines when you disentangle yourself from him, and as you start to leave the room he tries to stand up and follow you.

“Bri, no, c’mon stay here, I’m just getting you a glass of water and some painkillers.” You push him back down onto the bed and kiss the top of his head. “I’ll be back in a minute, I promise.”

“You better,” Brian mumbles, and you have to hide a fond smile as you duck out of the room. Drunk Brian is always a bit of a handful, but when it’s just the two of you he’s so affectionate and sweet that it makes your heart melt a little.

Brian is lying down in bed when you return, which means you have to coax him back upright to drink the glass of water and down the painkillers. “C’mon Brian, if you don’t your hangover will be worse and you’ll be miserable in the morning,” you try to reason with him.

“‘m not gonna have a hangover,” he insists, burrowing against your side and refusing to move.

“Yeah? How do you figure that?” you ask.

“I’m done in the studio, which means it’s corset time so I can’t have a hangover,” he explains.

You bite back a laugh at his simplistic drunken-logic, deciding that it would be too mean to remind him that you already said you weren’t doing anything until he was completely rested up. However you’re not above using this to your advantage and you tell him, “There will be no “corset time” unless you drink this glass of water and take these pills.”

Brian groans but leverages himself mostly-upright, somehow managing to down the water without choking on it before falling back against the pillows. You climb into bed as well and he rolls over to wrap himself around you. His hair is in your face and you know he’s going to be miserably hungover in the morning, but there’s still no other place you’d rather be than here in his arms.

“Love you. So much,” he mumbles, his voice slurred with both alcohol and exhaustion. “Sorry ‘m drunk.”

You smile fondly at him, even though he can’t see it, and tell him, “It’s fine, and I love you too.”

There’s no response from Brian, but his even breathing tells you that he’s already fallen asleep. You close your eyes and relax in his embrace, and it’s not long after that that you’re asleep as well.

The following morning you wake up before Brian for the first time in several weeks, and you take a few minutes to savor the moment. Brian looks peaceful when he’s asleep, even if the dark circles under his eyes and the stubble along his jaw are a testament to how worn-down he is from the long days of recording. You’re glad that he’s getting some rest now, and even more glad that the band has a nice stretch of time off before they need to do anything else.

You kiss Brian’s sleep-soft lips, and untangle yourself from him slowly so you don’t accidentally wake him up. He mumbles something unintelligible and rolls over into the space you vacated but stays asleep, and you slip quietly from the room.

It’s several hours before you hear Brian moving around in the bedroom, and you put the kettle on and start making toast before he finally emerges. His hair is even more wild than usual and he blinks at you with bleary eyes as you push him down into one of the chairs at the kitchen table.

“How’s the hangover?” you ask him. His answering groan says everything, and you chuckle as you pass over a cup of tea and grab a plate for his toast. “And to think, last night you were convinced that we’d be diving into a scene today…” you tease gently.

“If you put me in that corset I think I might vomit on you,” Brian mumbles. He grabs the cup of tea, holding it in his hands but making no moves to drink it yet.

You kiss his temple as you set the plate of toast down in front of him. “No corsets today, but are you well enough to talk about things? I want to touch base with you again before we do anything.”

He sighs, and rubs at his eyes. “Give me a few hours to wake up first?” he asks, and you agree to that easily. God knows he wouldn’t retain anything you try to tell him now.

Later that afternoon, when Brian is more awake and slightly less hungover, the two of you settle down in the living room to talk. It’s more neutral territory than the bedroom, and you keep a slight distance between the two of you to stop yourselves from getting distracted.

“Before we talk about whatever you have on your mind, can I just ask… You do still want to do this, don’t you?” Brian asks.

He seems genuinely nervous, and that takes you by surprise. “Of course I do! Why, did you think that I had changed my mind or something?”

Brian shrugs a little, and says, “I don’t know. Every time it’s come up lately, you’ve deflected and put it off and I thought… I don’t know, that maybe once we took that break and things had calmed down you were having second-thoughts.”

“No, not in the slightest,” you tell him. “I’m so sorry if I gave you that impression. I’ve just been worried for you, Brian. I was scared that if we did something while you were still tired from recording that I’d accidentally hurt you, or you’d end up panicking during the scene like when we tried the masks and gags. I just wanted to make sure that nothing went wrong when we finally did this, that’s all.”

“Something could still go wrong, though,” Brian points out with a tentative smile. “You can’t control everything with this, Y/N.”

“No, but I can make sure we aren’t taking any unnecessary risks either,” you say. “Which is why I want to make sure we’re on the same page with this now.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Brian admits. “What did you want to talk about, then?”

“What are your expectations for this scene?” you ask, without preamble. This isn’t the first conversation of this sort that you’ve had with Brian, though it’s been a little while since you’ve had to have one. “How long did you want it to last, how tight do you want the corset to be…?”

“As long as we can and as tight as you can get it,” Brian says. You let out a small, frustrated sigh, but he continues talking before you can say anything. “The whole point of getting the corset was to make this last longer, and I want to explore what that actually looks like… and, frankly, after the two weeks of breaking the corset in I am very much looking forward to getting it laced tighter than just two inches.”

You bite your lip, considering Brian’s words for a moment, before asking, “You’ll safeword if it gets to be too much?” You know that he will, because he has in the past, but you still need to hear that confirmation now.

Brian knows that, and he doesn’t hesitate to tell you, “Yes.” He also doesn’t hesitate to ask you in return, “And you’ll safeword if it gets to be too much for you as well, right?”

“Yes,” you assure him with a wry smile. “And if you panic again, I will stop everything immediately and I’ll cut you out of the damn corset if I have to.”

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

You laugh, despite the seriousness of the conversation. “That’s what I said back when we first talked about this,” you remind him. “And now look at us, you’re the one eager to get going and I’m the one with all the hesitations.”

“You’re not hesitant. You’re just being safe and practical,” Brian says. “Although, you are killing me a little with the anticipation for this. How much longer are you going to make me wait before we finally do this?”

“A little bit longer,” you say, evasively, and you grin when Brian groans and slouches dramatically down into the couch. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t like the build-up as much as the actual scene itself.”

“I do but this has already been in the works for weeks, Y/N,” Brian whines, but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of his lips that tells you that the complaint is good-natured.

“Yes, so just think about how satisfying it’ll be when you finally wake up one morning and see that corset laid out and waiting for you…” You lean over and kiss him, just a quick peck on the corner of his mouth, adding, “I promise it’ll be this week. I just don’t want to ruin the surprise of when it’s going to happen.”

“Well, alright then,” Brian says, as he pulls you into his lap. “I suppose I can live with that.”

———————————

You don’t do anything else that day, though you know Brian wasn’t expecting you to. The next day you see his look of disappointment when you don’t take the corset out of where it’s hanging in the closet, but he’s still just tired enough that he’s content to spend the day lounging on the sofa watching movies with you (no period dramas this time, though).

On the third day Brian is visibly antsy, which you were expecting. There’s nothing stopping you from doing anything today, except that you just don’t want to. You want Brian nearly tripping over himself in anticipation first… and, you have to admit, you like watching him squirm as he tries so hard to be good and not pester you about your plans.

The fourth day, though…

You wake up and, at first, you act like it’s going to be another normal day. You can see Brian practically biting his tongue to stop himself from asking when you’re finally going to do something, and it takes all of your effort to hold back your pleased smirk at seeing him so eager for this. You’re not going to make him wait any longer and, after breakfast while he’s taking a quick shower, you finally make your move.

You’re familiar with Brian’s habits and quirks, and you know you don’t have long to get things ready. Brian will skip washing his hair today, towel off and throw on a pair of pants in the bathroom, and then come into the bedroom to finish getting dressed. You know this, and so you lie the corset out on the bed and sit perched next to it where Brian will see you the moment he walks in.

Brian doesn’t even make it completely into the room. He freezes in the doorway, first staring at you, and then down at the corset, with eyes that are already blown wide with lust and anticipation. “Y/N-” he chokes out and you grin at his reaction, delighted and amazed that you’re still able to work him up like this.

You crook your finger and motion for Brian to come over. He nearly trips over his feet in his eagerness, and you laugh as you lean up to kiss him one last time before you dive into all your plans. “You ready for this, babe?” you ask him.

“Yes, god, I’ve been ready,” he says, and he tries to deepen the kiss but you pull away and give him a small push back from you.

“Good,” you say, before tossing Brian the liner you had gotten from Lottie. He pulls it on quickly and you wait until he looks at you excitedly, expectedly, before picking up the corset… and holding it out to him. “Put it on.”

Brian makes a noise like all the air was suddenly punched out of him. "What?"

"Put it on," you repeat. Your smile is a bit too sharp to really pass as sweet but that's okay, because you know how much this simple order is affecting Brian. You can see it in his eyes, in the clearly visible bulge in his pants, in the way his hands shake as he reaches out and takes the corset from you.

He wraps it around his body and you tsk, and tell him, “That’s upside-down, Brian. Put it on correctly, now, or we won’t be doing anything today.”

Brian’s face is bright red with humiliation and arousal, but he flips the corset around and fumbles with the latches along the busk. Once those are fastened and he adjusts the corset so it’s sitting in the right position, he grabs the laces and gives you a questioning look. “Do you want me to…?”

“Yes, go on, lace yourself up,” you tell him. “I think I did enough work, lacing you up every night for the two weeks that we were breaking it in. It’s your turn now.”

Brian nods and starts to pull on the laces, letting out a tiny whimper as the corset tightens around him. It’s an absolute treat to watch Brian do this to himself, to watch the expressions he makes and the way you can visibly see his waist shrink as he pulls the laces in tighter. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to hold back a moan of your own, and it takes all your self-control to stay seated on the edge of the bed instead of jumping on Brian right now.

“How tight?” Brian asks. You can already hear the strain in his voice, and can see the shallower breaths that the corset is forcing him to take.

“As tight as you want it,” you say, and Brian lets out a broken moan. “Just make sure you get the lacing lying flat in the back, and tie it off in a pretty little bow for me when you’re done.”

Brian cinches the laces tighter one more time before he twists his arm back to check that he gathered in all the slack from the laces. You know that even doing that much has to be a strain when he’s laced this tightly, and sure enough when he ties off the laces and drops his arms you can see how badly they’re shaking.

“Turn around,” you order. “Let me see.”

Brian does, and you groan as you see just how much Brian has laced down. It’s far more than the two inches you did during the training, but more importantly there’s still room in the corset for it to go down even further. That’s going to be helpful later… if you manage to hold out that long.

You stand up and crowd against Brian’s back, hands dropping down to his now-tiny waist, as you nuzzle the back of his neck. “Perfect, baby, you’re so good, you look fucking gorgeous,” you praise. “So beautiful in your corset, god, you’re incredible.”

And Brian is gorgeous, with his waist forced into an uncomfortable hourglass shape and a flush spreading down the back of his neck and across his shoulders. If you turned him around you know you’d be able to see that flush extending down his chest, almost down to where his nipples are exposed above the top of the corset. You’d be able to see the long lines of his legs, his cock straining at his pants, the corset digging into his hips and miles of exposed skin waiting for you to kiss and bite and suck bruises into.

You wonder, briefly, what Brian would look like if his corset was accompanied by lingerie… The image of Brian in lacy panties or stockings, maybe with a plug inside him so he couldn’t help but squirm as you made him kneel for you, was certainly a delicious one, but you push the thought from your mind. Maybe, down the road, you’ll suggest that to Brian, but not today.

Brian tilts his head back to rest on your shoulder, and you can’t resist sliding one hand up to lay it across his neck. You don’t apply any pressure but you don’t have to- the gesture alone is enough to get Brian whining and begging, “Y/N, please…”

“So good for me, Brian.” You press a kiss to his jaw and ask, “Color?”

“Green, please-”

“And how’s the corset feel?”

Brian groans as he realizes that you’re in no rush to give him what he wants, but he reluctantly replies, “Tight. But it feels so good.”

“And how’s the breathing?”

“Difficult,” Brian admits, with a small huff of laughter despite himself, and he tries one more time, “Please, Y/N, I need-”

“We need to go do the dishes from breakfast, I think,” you say. Brian whines and you’re happy that he can’t see your amused smile at his, admittedly predictable, reaction. “And then I picked up a new album that I want to listen to and then…”

You chuckle, and spin Brian around so he’s facing you and, god, he’s already so far under that if you hadn’t just checked in with him you’d stop everything immediately to make sure he was still alright. “Then we’ll see where the day takes us from there, I suppose. Does that sound alright, Bri?”

Brian nods immediately, because no matter how turned on he is, how badly he already wants to come, this is what he’s been waiting for: being laced up so tight that breathing becomes a challenge, so that every inhale has to be carefully considered, so that simple movements become feats of exertion, and then forced to stay like that for hours, until his pleasure becomes a desperation and he’s so far gone that he’d do almost anything for you if you’d just let him finally come.

You set Brian to work drying the dishes as you wash them, because you don’t trust him to clean them properly with how wound-up he is. Plus, this lets you draw the chore out for as long as possible, far past the point where it’s even believable, because in truth you don’t really care about cleaning up after breakfast. The point of all this is to let Brian adjust to having the corset this tight, before you ramp things up even further, and to stretch out the experience like you know Brian wants.

So you listen as he finds a rhythm with his breathing, though it’s still noticeably shallow. Every time you brush against his arm or you “accidentally” bump hips his breath hitches and it takes him a few moments to bring it back under control. When you finally turn off the sink you pull him into a hot kiss, and it’s so easy to steal his breath and get him gasping against your mouth with barely any effort on your part.

“Go put on the record I left by the turntable, and then sit on the couch,” you order.

Brian nods, eager to move your game forward even though he knows that he’s no closer to coming. You watch, amused, as he leaves the kitchen, so constrained by the corset that it’s reflected in every movement of his body, from his walk to the way he perches, uncomfortable, on the edge of the couch when you join him in the living room a few minutes later.

You sigh and shake your head, putting on an air of disappointment, and tell him, “Sit with your back against the cushions please, love.”

“But-”

You give Brian a look to silence whatever complaint he was going to make. He carefully wiggles further back onto the couch, biting his lip although it does nothing to hide his whimpers as the new position makes the corset dig further into him.

You nod in approval and, without warning, straddle his legs and sit on his lap. His hands automatically go to your waist to help hold you in place, as you tangle one hand in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss along his throat, relishing the feeling of his gasping breaths beneath your mouth.

Even with the band on break you don’t dare leave bruises on his neck, but you risk a bite at the edge of his jaw, where his hair will almost hide it, and you drag the nails of your other hand along his chest above the corset, teasing at his nipples and leaving scratches that have Brian fighting to arch into your touch. But he can’t move his torso with the corset laced so tightly, can’t get enough traction to rock his hips up against you, can’t do anything but sit there, panting and whining and gasping desperately as you do whatever you want to him.

“Y/N- Y/N, please,” Brian begs, barely able to get the words out at all, which only makes you want to make him try to talk even more.

“Please what?”

“Touch me.” The words are gasped out, before Brian tries to draw in a deep, heaving breath only to be stopped by the corset.

“I am touching you,” you tease, thumbing over his nipple and tugging a little harder at his hair.

Brian moans, high and breathy, and only manages to say, “My cock…”

You laugh, just a little, and tell him, “Oh, baby, I don’t think so. If I touch your cock you’re gonna come, and I have far too many plans for you to let that happen now.”

Brian whimpers and squirms beneath you, unable to stay quiet or stay still when he’s this wound up. He tries to say something else but only manages a few broken syllables before he has to force himself to stop, and take several too-shallow breaths to center himself in order to ask, “Can I touch you?”

“I like the sound of that even more, but I think I have an even better idea.” You climb off of Brian, pulling him up off the couch, and quickly strip off your clothes, before sitting back down with your legs spread wide and telling him, “Kneel, Brian, with your hands behind your back. I want to feel your mouth on me and maybe if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you come.”

Brian falls to his knees so quickly that you know it has to hurt, but he doesn’t complain- frankly, you’re not sure he has enough breath to do so even if he wanted to. He obediently puts his hands behind his back and looks up at you, waiting for your nod before leaning down and getting to work.

Truthfully, it’s not the best job Brian has ever done, but you sort of expected that. You’re being more than a little unfair to him with this challenge. The corset makes it difficult for him to get his mouth on you at all, and he can only manage a few brief licks or a gentle suck before he has to pull back, gasping for breath.

“Oh, come on, Bri, you can do better than that,” you say, a little patronizing, and you grab his hair again and pull him down, hard, until his mouth is where you need it the most and his face is buried so close to you that his nose is nearly touching your skin.

And then you hold him there.

One beat, then two, and his tongue is still flicking against you but you can feel him struggling to breathe, can feel the tiny gasp of air that he manages to suck in that you know isn’t enough. You feel his head jerk in your hands as he instinctively tries to pull back, but you hold him in place for a second longer, before easing him away.

He gasps, raw and desperate, eyes blown wide with a panicked arousal that still makes you nervous to see, no matter how many times you’ve indulged in his breathplay kink. He gets off on this, you know that, but you still check in with him and ask, “Color, Brian?”

“Green-” he wheezes, and he’s barely finished speaking the word before you’re pulling him back down.

He works his mouth over you as best he can, all tongue and lips and the barest scrape of teeth in those moments when he fights for oxygen and can’t quite control himself. His mouth and between your thighs are drenched with spit as he sputters and chokes against you. Every time you pull him away so he can gasp in a few shallow and desperate breaths your pleasure ebbs away just enough that you keep pushing Brian further than you usually do, until there are tears in his eyes and his pupils are blown so wide that there’s barely any color left in his irises at all.

“Green,” he gasps, when you pull him away for the last time, anticipating the question before you can even ask it. He tries to lean back down even though he’s panting so hard that it sounds like it hurts, and you have to physically hold him back from suffocating himself against you again.

“No, Brian, that’s enough, you did good, you did so good,” you tell him, carding one hand through his hair and gently scratching at his scalp. “Catch your breath, that’s it, that’s my good boy…”

Brian nods, because there’s nothing else he can do- he certainly doesn’t have enough breath to complain. He shifts and ducks his head, and normally you’d let him rest against your leg but he can’t bend like that in the corset. You want to move him into a more comfortable position while he rests, but you’re not sure that there even is one so you settle for kissing the top of his head and murmuring praises as you watch for any sign that he’s about to pass out on you unexpectedly.

Luckily, that doesn’t happen and, although it takes a few minutes, Brian finally manages to ask, “Did I do a good enough job?”

You remember the promise you made him before having him service you and you smile at him and say, “You did such a good job, baby. In fact, you did so good that I’m going to give you a choice.”

Brian looks up at you with wide eyes and a still-flushed face, and ask, “A choice?”

“Yes, Brian, a choice. I can either return the favor and suck you off now, or....” You push his head back a bit further, putting just a bit more strain on his throat, before you say, “Or we can move to the bedroom to keep playing, and I’ll tighten your corset a little bit more.”

You know what Brian’s answer is going to be even before his broken moan and gasping, “Yes, yes, Y/N, please, tighten it, please-”

You stand up and Brian scrambles to his feet before you can even order him to. You swat his ass and chide, “Behave now. Go to the bedroom, brace yourself against the bedframe and wait for me.”

You take your time, putting away the record that stopped playing ages ago by now, and taking a few minutes to straighten a few things around the living room, just to let Brian’s anticipation build. When you finally walk into the bedroom you’re pleased to see that he’s waiting for you exactly where and how you told him to.

You press a kiss to the back of his neck as you undo the bow in the laces of his corset, being careful not to let it loosen at all. “Good boy, waiting for me so prettily like this…” you praise and, without any further warning, you give the laces a sharp tug.

Brian gasps, the whole line of his body tensing as the corset digs into him a little further, his knuckles white where they’re gripping the footboard of the bed. “Y/N… Y/N…” he says on ragged, panting exhales.

“Hmm, I bet we can still get it tighter than that…” you say, forcing your voice to stay calm and casual even though you’re so turned on just from Brian’s reaction that it’s all you can do to keep your composure.

Brian lets out a breathy moan as you start at the top of the corset and slowly, methodically, pull in each section of lacing as it crosses his back. Brian’s moans get quieter and are replaced with hitching, shallow inhales and soft, desperate whines as you repeat the process from the bottom of the corset, gathering all the slack in the laces in the middle.

You wrap the excess lacing around Brian’s waist a few times, because there’s so much of it now, before tying it off in another bow at his back. “Fuck, Brian, the corset is almost closed,” you say with a low groan, tracing a finger down the laces along his spine. “Another inch or two and both halves would be touching, god…”

“Y/N-” Brian gasps, and he doesn’t even have enough breath to get out please.

“Color?”

“Green,” he manages, but only just.

You’re straying into dangerous territory here, you know that. Brian is past the point of being able to properly adjust his breathing to compensate for the corset, which may have been your goal but also means that you don’t have a larger window of time to play with if you want both of you to come while he’s still laced up.

“Get on the bed, Brian, on your back,” you tell him, and Brian scrambles to obey. He collapses back against the mattress, struggling to move in the corset, and you help push him into a better position while saying, “You’ve been so good, Brian, so fucking good. Gonna ride you now, gonna fuck you while you’re in that corset and finally let you come…”

Brian’s cock is big, almost too big for you to handle without some prep, which today you rush maybe a little bit more than you should. You peel Brian’s pants off, finally freeing his aching cock, but you pass him the condom to put on himself. You’re sure that if you tried to do it, he’d come immediately.

As it stands, you’re still expecting him to come the moment you grab his cock to position it at your entrance and start slowly sinking down, but even though Brian’s head is thrown back and he’s gasping and shaking and crying underneath you, he holds himself together as you start to ride him.

There’s nothing slow about it. There can’t be anything slow about it, not when Brian is hanging on by the skin of his teeth and you aren’t far behind him. You brace one hand against the front of his corset as you ride him hard and fast, and bring the other down to work yourself towards your own orgasm.

“Close, Bri, I’m close,” you pant and Brian doesn’t answer because he can’t answer. His face is bright red and every breath is too small and too shallow, hitching and desperate and just this side of panicked, the sweet spot that you try so hard to get Brian to when you do this but it’s never been like this, never been dragged out for this long, never been so good like it is now-

“Gonna-” Brian gasps, the only warning he’s capable of giving you, but that’s enough for you to move your hand from his chest up to his neck, pushing up sharply under his jaw to cut off his breathing at the source as well and he comes immediately, silently, mouth wide as he struggles to draw in a breath that you won’t let him have.

You let go of his neck before he can pass out and all it takes is another few rocks on his softening cock before you follow him over the edge, crying out as you grind against him and work yourself through your orgasm, sacrificing the last moments of your own pleasure in favor of climbing off Brian to make sure that he’s alright.

Brian still looks dazed and overwhelmed, his face wet with tears, and he’s still fighting to take in proper breaths. Even though your limbs feel like jelly and you’re shaking a little from the intensity of your own orgasm you help leverage Brian upright, enough to wriggle behind him and undo first the bow and then the lacing running down his spine.

As the corset loosens Brian draws in loud, heaving breaths, each deeper than the last. He coughs and gasps and you murmur an endless stream of praise and reassurances as you quickly loosen the corset enough that it’s safe to undo the latches at the busk, and pull it away completely.

Taking off the condom and tossing it in the direction of the garbage is almost an afterthought, but once that’s done as well you pull Brian into your arms and breathe slowly, deeply, telling him, “That’s it, you’re alright, you can breathe, just listen to me, match your breathing to mine, that’s it, you did good, you did so good baby, just breathe now…”

Every breath Brian draws in sounds like it hurts and he can’t seem to stop shaking, even after his breathing calms down and his heart stops racing quite so much. You hope that you didn’t take things too far at the end there and you ask, a little nervous, “How are you feeling?”

Brian mumbles something slurred and unintelligible, and cuddles closer to you. It’s not exactly an answer, and you ask instead, “Color?”

“‘een,” Brian manages, because he can always manage at least that, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Are words too much for you now?” you ask, and you feel his answering nod against your body. It’s not the first time that Brian has gone nearly non-vocal after a scene, but it doesn’t happen often and you know it’s going to take some time for him to come back up.

You’re prepared for this, though. You lean over the side of the bed, careful not to jostle Brian too much or lose contact with him, and grab the small bottle of juice that you set on the nightstand before. He’ll need proper food and drink sooner rather than later, but for now you coax him into drinking the juice a few sips at a time as you gently wipe the tear tracks off his face.

The juice seems to help his throat as well, because his breathing evens out a bit more and doesn’t sound quite so harsh as you gently shift so the two of you are lying back down on the bed. You pull the covers over you both and stay cuddled close to Brian.

“Get some rest,” you say quietly. “That one took a lot out of you.”

You intend to stay awake, in case something happens and Brian needs you, but you’re worn out a little as well and you end up dozing despite your intentions. You wake up with a start when you feel Brian move away from you, and you bolt upright immediately. “What’s going on, are you alright?” you ask, a little panicked.

“Everything’s fine, Y/N, I’m just going to the bathroom,” Brian assures you. His voice is a little rough, and you can’t tell if it’s from sleep or the scene, but his eyes are clear and the smile he gives you is genuine. He doesn’t look distressed, and frankly he seems more composed than he has after some scenes you’ve done in the past, which helps calm you down.

“Sorry,” you say with a small, nervous laugh. “You just went under hard, and I was worried.”

“I know, but I’m alright now,” Brian says. He leans down to give you a quick kiss, and you watch as he leaves the room. He’s unsteady on his feet, but that’s to be expected, and you can’t see any bruising on his torso. All things considered, he’s doing a lot better than you were expecting.

That makes a little more sense when you glance at the clock, and see that several hours have passed since you and Brian fell asleep. You knew that this would take up most of the day, so you’re not entirely surprised to see that it’s nearing dinner, but that does mean that you need to actually get up and you’re not looking forward to that.

You stand up with a small groan and stretch out, feeling your joints pop, and you busy yourself with hanging the corset back up, getting dressed, and tidying the room a bit. When Brian returns you have pajamas pulled out for him already, and he gives you a kiss on the cheek in thanks before getting dressed.

“How are you feeling?” you ask. “If you can talk about it, that is.”

Brian shrugs. “A little low, a little sore, but not too bad. I don’t, ah-” He scrubs a hand over his face, struggling to find the right words. You give him a moment to collect himself and he finally says, “Can we pick it apart tomorrow?”

You know he means that he’s not up for a detailed discussion of everything that was good and bad about the scene, but you still want to check in a little more than that. “Can I ask one question?” Brian makes a small face, but nods. “Was it good?”

That startles a laugh out of him. “Y/N- Yes, god, it was good. It was perfect, it was everything I wanted, it was-” He huffs and shakes his head. “Yes. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Good. I’m glad,” you say, and you mean it, whole-heartedly.

“Can I ask you one quesiton now?” Brian asks. You nod and he grins, bright and happy, and asks, “Can we do that again?”

You laugh, and wrap your arms around Brian. He sighs and relaxes against you, and you turn your head to gently kiss his cheek. “Of course we can, you silly,” you tell him. “We spent enough money on that thing, we might as well make good use of it.”

“Good,” Brian murmurs. “Because I really did like that. A lot.”

You bite back a few teasing comments you could make, because by Brian’s own admission he’s still dealing with a bit of subdrop, and that needs to be your focus now. You can joke around and talk more in-depth about it all later, but you have other plans for the rest of the evening and you ask, “Wanna order takeout and cuddle on the couch?”

“Yes please.”

He doesn’t seem to want to let go of you but he eventually pulls away with a sigh. You take his hand, lacing your fingers in with his, and offer him an easy smile. Your usual post-scene routines have all gone out the window with this one, but you still know what he needs in moments like this. Offering him a gentle touch is the simplest thing in the world for you and as easy as…

Well.

As easy as breathing.

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Additional Notes:

First, a disclaimer: I know about corsets, and I know about breathplay, but I don’t have hands-on experience using corsets in kink. The smut parts of this fic have some assumptions made about how a scene would play out, but the rest of the information in the fic is fairly accurate at least with regards to my own corsetry experiences. And as with all forms of breathplay, please make sure that you know what you’re doing before trying anything out!

As for the corset details… Inflation calculators tell me that £30 in 1979 is equal to about £150 today (or $200 USD), and £50 in 1979 is roughly £250/$300 today. Average prices for bespoke corsets range from $200-500 USD today, so all things considered Brian’s is fairly middle-of-the-road.

All corset information is based on what’s common today, because I didn’t feel like researching corsets in the 70s/80s. I know they weren’t very popular back then, outside of niche communities, but I’m assuming it still would have been possible to find a corsetmaker. The shop in this fic is entirely made-up. Lottie’s passing comment about male celebrities wearing corsets is based on an apocryphal story of William Shatner wearing one while filming Star Trek.

Breaking in the corset (or “seasoning” it, as it’s usually called) is a very important part of buying a new corset. Seasoning it allows the corset to form to your body and helps prevent damage to the corset (or to yourself!). Different vendors will have different recommendations for how to approach this. The 2-2-2 method described here was chosen mostly because it’s the only one I felt was feasible the timeframe of events.

Finally, self-lacing is very much possible with both modern and historical corsets, despite what Hollywood would have you believe. Brian’s corset is laced with the “bunny ears” method, which laces towards the middle rather than the top or bottom. This video does a good job of showing how this works.

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