#brian may request

[yourfavealbumisgender]

A Night at the Opera by Queen is Bisexual and A Day at the Races by Queen is Asexual! They are dating!!!

requested by anon

[magickcandie]

Queen with Reader

With Brian May x Reader undertones

Christmas with Queen!

You had gone through university with Brian, Roger and Freddie as you were also working towards an art major. Once they became Queen and added John Deacon, the five of you had become inseperateable. You were always around them.

You had known that when the holidays were coming around, Freddie would insist on doing something very big. It was only natural of them. However you insisted on bringing your own decorations to help decorate the studio.

John and yourself were always dancing to Christmas music or singing along to whatever you could play on piano. Freddie didn't want let anyone help with the decorations.

"I have a vision, my dear, and frankly, you'll only get in the way. I hope you understand."

"Come on, it's Christmas," you whined back at him.

"Oh fine."

You clapped your hands and grabbed a piece of garland to start adding to the window ledges.

“I can’t reach!” You shouted, standing in your toes.

“Even Roger can reach!” Freddie teased.

“Hey!”

“You know, standing there and gawking won’t help the decorations go up.”

“I’ll go find a ladder. Or a stool.” Said John, setting down his own piece of tinsel.

You dismissed his intentions. “Eh, it doesn’t matter. Rog, come here.” You waved him over.

You looked up to gage the distance then positioned Roger by the wall. Then you walked behind him and jumped on his back.

“What are you doing!” He laughed.

“Stand still!” You strung the garland to the wall just before letting go and jumping off Roger.

Freddie looked between you two. “My darling, Y/N, I love you, but you’re not clambering onto my shoulders."

You and Roger exchange glances. You two matched the same glances and immediately you both run at Freddie. He attempts to hold him still while you start to climb on his back.

Brian was brooding the whole time. For no reason really. He had expressed his feelings towards helping, but he found many an excuse to whine and read elsewhere.

That went on until entire studio had been decorated with tinsel and ribbon, garlands just about on every wall, and there was mistletoe hanging by the front door.

"I get the star! It's my tree." You laughed as everyone went digging through the box.

Brian was content to sit read the newspaper, now joining everyone in the main room.

You had stood on your toes, reaching up to attach the star. That's when you heard a snicker. You dropped a hand to your hip and looked over your shoulder to scowl.

"Are you just gonna laugh at me?"

Brian looked up at you, laughing aloud this time. You crossed your arms.

"Would help me?"

"No, no, why don't you ask John. He's just about as tall as me." Brian said.

"Are you really being angry with me because I didn't ask you for help? Please?" Brian and you held eye contact. "Please," you tried again.

Brian stood up, coming up behind you to hoist you from the waist, seemingly stronger than he seemed.

You placed the star on and Brian set you down. Freddie clapped. John went around to shut off the lights, Roger to plug in the tree.

"Merry Christmas, you jerk," you said to Brian with a smile.

"Happy Christmas to you too, Y/N." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and placed a kiss on your cheek.

You were going to enjoy the holidays, you decided.

[monwillica]

Glam Era Brian for @barbieomoviegeek

been too long since I drew the red special tbh

[groupiewhoreee]

can I have a Roger Taylor smut, where he fucks you in public on his beloved car?

pretty please 🥹

ah, rogers beloved car. yes, i'd love to write this! thank you.

Praise

Warning: Smut smut smut! (MDNI)

Summary: Requested by an lovely anon. <3

roger gripped ur hips, his grasp firm. the cold metal of the car piercing ur back. you whimpered, your legs quaking at the slightest. "dumb whore," he muttered, his hot, lustful breath hitched against ur neck. you couldn't help but arch ur back slowly at the pleasure roger was giving you. it felt as if electric shocks were running thru ur body. "this 'whatcha wanted? stupid slut. only did it cause you knew this would happen, right?" he repeated to you. all you could answer with was soft moans and breathless whines. he moved his hands to ur neck while he pounded into you relentlessly. he started to choke you.

his grasp wasn't firm much, but it turned you on. you felt as people were watching. the car bounced hesitantly. he leant down, moving his hands and kissing down ur neck and leaving small, but noticeable, purple hickies. he moaned quietly, it sent chills down ur spine. he moved his hands again, bringing them to ur ass. he smacked ur ass, you gasped. "roger," you breathed out, a hiss purring thru rogers wet lips. he mounded you, not stopping.

you felt urself close to coming. roger went sloppier. your heat felt bruised, and ur insides felt as if they were on complete fire. "fuck," roger mumbled. you felt cum shoot into ur womb. you let out a faint gasp. you soon came, cum dropping down ur legs. roger got off you, pulling his pants,and boxers up. you breathed heavily. he helped you get ur clothes back on. "get in the car," he said simply. you nodded, getting into the car.

"you don't say anything about this, ok?" he told you. "okay.." you nodded. roger also nodded his head, before starting the car and driving off. roger taylor sure is in love with his car.

[thefairyfellermasterstroke]

omg thefairyfellermasterstroke posted another collage

[lily-in-thevalley]

Brian x gender neutral reader stargazing on a summer night?

Ohhhh anon you speak my language (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪

Soooo, this was meant to be a short little "boop, here's your story (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)" but then uh... Yeah, enjoy.

As much as you'd gotten comfortable living in the city, your found the more time you spent at Ridge Farm the more you loved it. All of the little perks to being far away from the busy, quick paced, noisy, every day life in London. The animals, the fresh air, waking up without dreading everything you had to do all day... Getting closer with Brian.

Your friendship with Bri was always close, and hardly ever did you come across a disagreement. When you did however, it always lead to a little more of your heart breaking. The last couple of years you two had put as much effort as you could into fixing your friendship after a major blow up. In the midst of a little cuddling Brian had mentioned that Queen were going to a farm, someplace quiet and private. Somewhere you two could heal with each other. And he wanted you to come with him.

Currently, you had no clue where Brian had run off to. Despite all of your efforts, your hurt feeling and all consuming love for Brian became a dangerous concoction. You two would frequently lash out at each other, fall into bed with the intent to take your anger out on each other...and then...Brian would make love to you. His eyes and his body lost all of their anger as he made love to you and made promises to fix his mistakes, promises that he loved you, that he was in love with you. Every night you believed him. And every morning you'd wake up alone. Feeling stupid, used, and unloved. This all became such a vicious cycle of pain and confusion for you both. And-

"(y/n)!" Roger clicked his fingers in front of your face. "Spacing out again? Brian's looking for you. Said he wanted to surprised you or something." Truthfully, you were hardly listening. The mention of Brian's name stung somewhere in your heart and left you reluctant to go find him.

"M'kay, thanks Rog," you got up, fully intending to ignore Brian's apparently want for you "If you see him just say I was tired, so I went to bed."

"Alright fruitcake, g'night" Roger waved, and you gave hum a hum before heading off to your shared room with Brian. You were three steps from the room when the door swung open, revealing a frantic and slightly disheveled Brian.

"oh thank god, angel," the nickname almost felt like a slap to the face, "there you are. Look, just come with me" as though your heart wasn't still broken from last night (when he cradled your body and whispered sweet nothings as you made love, before sneaking out of bed late into the night to keep away from you) he reached for your hand. As though you were burned, you pulled away from the contact, staining Brian's face with confusion.

"I'm going to bed. I'm tired" though it was mostly a lie. You did mean to lay in bed, but your exhaustion wasn't physical, more mental and emotional.

"I know just- can you please trust me? Just for tonight?" His entire being was painted with desperation and honesty. From his messy curls to the frantic, yet completly open gaze he fixed on you.

"...ok. I'll follow you" your head screamed that this was a bad idea. Telling you all of the heartache you endured because of this man while you were nothing more than a friend to him, questioning whether or not he even considered you to be friends anymore.

Gently, he took your hand and lead you across the field surrounding the farm. While your head was screaming, your heart pounded and took in every molecule of serenity that he filled you with. Your heart fixated on the way he held your hand as though he needed you, yet was afraid he'd break you. On the way tears had seemed to only just dry from his face, or the way the breeze grazed over his cheeks to brush the curls from his face. His entire body spoke of exhaustion and sadness, tugging at your heartstrings.

It must have been an hour or so ago since the sun set, leaving you both in a quiet cocoon of night and silence. Before long, Brian stopped and looked around, muttering under his breath before turning to you.

"I think... We're here" his soft voice made you shiver, making you kick yourself mentally.

"here? What's here?" You watched him sit in the grass and pat the space next to him. When you sat next to him, he layed back in the freshly trimmed grass.

"it's dark enough out here, far away from the city you know and um... You can see the stars." Brian pointed, tracing the lines of an asterism, and you laid back with him.

Besides the breeze and an occasional chittering from some woodland animal you couldn't see, the two of you laid there in complete silence for what must have been an hour. Though you were quiet, your mind was racing. Trying to find the motivation behind Brian's sudden apparent need for you. Taking a risk, you turned your head to glance at him. Your breath caught in your throat.

Brian had an intense, yet sad gaze fixed on you. Faintly, you could make out a glimmer of fresh tear tracks on his cheeks. He didn't stop staring as you caught him, he only smiled. A sad and tired smile. Your head couldn't stop you anymore as your heart moved your hand to cup his cheek, brushing newly formed tears from under Brian's eyes.

"Bri-" the words you meant to say were lost as he pressed a soft kiss to your palm.

"Watch the stars baby" he whispered, a scratchy, quiet noise that he tried to laugh off.

You looked back to the sky, opting to scoot closer and lay with your side pressed against Brian's. Easily, as though you were two magnets drawn to each other, your hands clasped together. Though it was minimal contact, you could feel his breathing calm from where he was pressed against you.

Another half hour must have lapsed in silence before you could find the words you needed.

"Bri... Are you ok?" The words were simple enough, yet caused him to hold your hand tighter.

"No" even with the single word his voice broke, getting husky and quiet in a way you only became so familiar with in the last year. He was still crying.

"what's-?" He cut you off.

"I'm so scared angel," he brought up a hand to wipe at the tears rolling down his cheeks, "shit, I'm so scared." You fully turned to face him, laying on your side.

"Baby, talk to me. Tell me what's going on. Why are you so scared?" You could hear the growing fear in you own voice, a mix of concern and anxiety that tightened your chest. Brian's breath hitched with a little cry before he could talk.

"I'm- I've been so awful to you. I've been hurting you and leaving you and promising you so much and then-" he sniffled, trying to regain some composure. His voice came out strained "been doing it all because I'm so scared."

You gently brushed away a new flood of tears from his cheeks, shushing him as his little cries turned into more heart pulling sobs.

"shh brimi... What are you scared of?" Carefully, you ran your fingers through his curls. Something to sooth him as his crying waned again.

"Scared of how much I love you. God it- it's been eating me up inside (y/n), making me do all kinds of stupid things I shouldn't." He wiped his eyes with the back of his hands to hide his face. Feeling like he could cry more just from the embarrassment and vulnerability of his words.

"You're scared of...but you keep leaving after we-"

"I know what I've done is wrong" his tone turned bitter, a testament to his anger with himself. "I've done nothing but hurt you and I've been nothing but weak and selfish and-" he took a short breath "After we... Make love, angel, and you've fallen asleep in my arms, and we've promised each other our love... I get so scared that I'll only hurt you more. After new years we saw how much I can hurt you and I've only made it worse since we got here."

In the brief silence, you squeezed his hand. Offering as much reassurance as you could silently while tears formed in your own eyes.

"so... You leave me?"

"I run away. Like the coward I am" Brian's words to himself were bitter and on edge.

"I want to to stay with me. After we make love I just want you to stay. You don't have to love me or be committed to me, I just want-"

"I love you." Compared to the edge that lined his voice previously, the gentle way he spoke those three words cut through the atmosphere. "I love you, and I want a committed relationship with you. I'm just... Scared I can't be good enough for you."

Silence coated you two again.

You snuggled into his side, resting your head on his chest.

"I love you Brian," you paused as you felt his breath hitch. "Be mine?"

Suddenly, he pulled you into his chest, trapping you to his heart.

"Brian?"

"yes... I'll be yours. Please angel, just give me this chance."

You stroked over his heart, trying to calm him down again.

"I've got you...my star boy"

✧⁠✧✧✧

When you woke up the next morning you were laying on Brian's chest in the grass. The blanket of dread that coated your heart was nowhere to be found. You felt calm as your head moved with the rise and fall of Brian's breathing.

Things would be ok. You and Brian would be ok.

Some day. One day.

[sarahaktozier]

Hi guys! so, yeah, my account is deleted, so i was thinking about rewriting the request list. here are the fandom's i write for but before requsting please remember theses stuff:

i only write 'x reader'

i don't feel comfortable writing about (male x male) or (female x female)

i don't write smut, NSFW and things like that.

i only write 'female!reader' becasue i'm more comfortable like that :)

now for the characters:

(by the way you can request for the actors\actress's of those characters too)

MCU:

Romantic and platonic:

Tony Stark

Steve Rogers

Loki Odinson

Thor Odinson

Stephen Strange

Peter Quill

Deadpool/Wade Wilson

Wolverine/Logan Howlett

Pietro Maximoff

Platonic only:

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Yelena Belova

Gamora

Stranger things:

Romantic and platonic:

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Jonathan Byers

Platonic only:

Max Mayfield

Billy Hargrove

Jim Hopper

Joyce Byers

El Hopper

Robin Buckley

IT (2017 and 2019):

Romantic and platonic:

Richie Tozier

Bill Denbrough

Stanley Uris

Eddie kaspbrak

Platonic only:

Beverly Marsh

Ben Hanscom

Mike Hanlon

The black phone:

Romantic and platonic:

Robin Arellano

Finney Blake

Vance Hopper

Platonic only:

Gwen Blake

Albert Shaw (the grabber)

Bruce Yamada

Griffin Stagg

Billy Showalter

Dead poats society:

Romantic and platonic:

Charlie Dalton

Neil Perry

Knox Overstreet

Todd Anderson

Platonic only:

John Keating

Queen:

Yes, I'm a huge Queen nerd

Romantic and platonic:

Brian May

Roger Taylor

John Deacon

Freddie Mercury

The Beatles:

Platonic and romantic:

John Lennon

George Harrison

Paul McCartney

Ringo Starr

Others:

Romantic and platonic:

Boris Pavlikovsky (the goldfinch)

Miles fairchild (the turning)

Ziggy Katz (when you finish saving the world)

Trevor Spengler (ghostbusters)

Sherlock Holmes (BBC and RDJ)

Ravi Singh (AGGGTM)

Freddy Freeman (Shazam!)

Platonic only:

MPHFPC characters

Pip Fitz-amobi (AGGGTM)

Cara Ward (AGGGTM)

[whitequeen-ofwillowgreen]

📘 For the lyrics : "My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies / Fairy tales of yesterday, grow but never die" (Of course I had to chose a Queen song)

These lyrics 😭 I was unsure how to properly portray them but I had an idea and ran with it. I had black paper that I painted with metallic gold and then wrote the lyrics with my black gel pen. I thought the aesthetic would be interesting to you 😊

✭ 90s Celebration ✭

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

🎃 Halloween ‘23 dialogue prompts 🎃

I write for any one listed here. Feel free to mix and match prompts and add any details or directions you'd like it to go as well as pronouns/gender if you'd like something specific other wise I try to write gender neutrally. Happy spooky season yall!

don't forget you can request moodboards and headcanons too!

“We’re not alone here”

“It’s freezing outside”

“I’ve watched enough horror movies to know a weirdo in a mask is never friendly”

“It’s Halloween, everyone’s entitled to a good scare”

“Is that my sweater?”

“Are you scared?”

“Hey, that's/it's not funny”

“Boo!”

“It’s a scream, baby!”

“I think we’re lost”

“I’ll keep you warm”

“I’ll keep you safe”

“Sharing is caring”

“Bite me”

“I may or may not have stayed up to watch a horror movie and now I can’t sleep... can you please come over?”

"I have a collection on horror movies, assorted candy and a pizza on the way"

"let's go to bed"

"truth or dare?" (you can add which + question asked choose your own adventure style but you don't have to)

"quick, hide”

“When was the last time we had a real conversation?”

“Pick your poison”

“You've got leaves in your hair.”

“why can’t we stay here forever?”

"Being alone together was not the best idea.’’

"you look cold"

"It's cold"

REQUEST AWAY!

[rogertaylorsgirl]

feel free to request anything guys <3

[iwontbecomingback838457]

Welcome to my blog!

I write fanfictions, specifically Queen fanfictions. They’re one of my favorite bands and I love all the members, I also love fanfiction so one day it just… clicked.

This is my only blog, so request everything here. Well, maybe not everything. This leads me into some boundaries.

No piss or shit.

No modern au!

No BohRhap (2018) AU.

This isn’t a rule, but I’d prefer if it’s set in the 70s. Completely up to you, though.

S*x is allowed, (Censored incase Tumblr throws a bitchfit.)

[booliuu]

˗ˏˋToby Headcanons..PT2ˎˊ˗

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : this is a continuation of my first headcanons oh him. Here’s the * link* if you haven’t check it out yet, btw thanks for almost 50 likes😭😭 you guys are so sweet!! anyways enjoy of me rambling about this man again :DD🫶🏼

• my inbox is open for ask and requests!!

* pictures i’m using: pinterest 🫶🏼

🪓 . . He’s a taurus baaabies ( b-day April 28th! mark your calendars right now !!) .. may i add something too👉👈 i just know in the bottom of my heart my man def has a sagittarius moon placement or lots of fire signs placements in his birth chart. SCORPIO VENUS TOO 👀👀 he loves so intenselyyy. okok anyways-

🪓 . . He has so many piercings!! I can definitely say on his face he has a septum , nostril , bridge ,and a snake bite 😮‍💨. And for his ears he has industrial, lobes ( thought about stretching his lobes but is too scared lol) and conches done.

➯ went a bit crazy with his piercing bc his parents were so against him getting them done during his high school years. But now that he’s an adult he goes all out.

➯ takes great care of them too! ^^

🪓 . . wears fingerless gloves to mange with his rlly bad hand picking habit. doesn’t have nails bc how bad his habits are :((. the goggles he wears protects his eyes . also wears a restraining mask, it stops him from bitting his hands , nails and….ppl i dare say ifykyk.

🪓 . . Owns a lot of graphic tee’s and most of them are bands that he never heard of before lmao same🥲. Whatever shirt he’s wearing that day , a creep or random ppl ask him what’s his favorite song or album is , he gets all awkward and he’s stands like an idiot like🧍.

➯ all sorts of baggy and ripped jeans as well ! Not a fan of tight clothes. Absolutely despises them.

🪓 . . has LOTS of scars that goes all the way back from his childhood.

🪓 . . Him & Tim before DID NOT get along at all. MAJOR BEEF WITH EACH OTHER 😭. whenever both of them were assigned on missions together, they ALWAYS be arguing about the littlest things.

* this is looong sorry ><i just love the idea that tim cares for toby. so bare with meee🥹🥹

➯ Mainly because tim behavior rubs toby the wrong way. It reminds him of his father in some ways and gets highly defensive whenever tim tells him what to do or criticizes him.

➯ Tim thinks toby as a ruthless teenager ( even though he clearly knows he an adult.) thinks he needs to be told what to do at all times . Even though he a rough exterior … little does toby know he cares about him a lot. But of course there both to stubborn as hell to tell each that 😑.

➯ until one day toby accidentally let a victim loose. when tim found out , he got extremely upset at toby. The yelling definitely brought Toby thoughts of his father, as a defense mechanism toby argued back . Got a bit physical but overall LOTS of yelling, brian ( the savior-) had to step in and tell them to get over it and be nice to each for once.

➯ took a WHILE for them to apologize but they did eventually. was a bit awkward but hey at least there over it :,D . Now of days they almost have a father and son dynamic. Sometimes when both of have free time tim will show toby how to fix up a car, how to cook on a grill , yk bonding.

➯ brings Toby lots of nostalgia and confusion because he never treated like this by a man before bc the only nice people he was surrounded by in his whole life was just his mom and his sister . so surely his inner child is slowly healing. when he actually took a chance and thought about tim’s behavior towards him one night, he had to sit down for bit , beer in hand ( definitely not given by tim-) cry for a bit while tim rubs his back in comforting way while smoking a cigarette ofc.

🪓 . . owns torn up converse and doc martens. TONS of hoodies, leather jackets and winter jackets!

🪓 . . HIS ROOM!! oh good god…it’s so unorganized. mostly because his collection of clothes he picked up over the years that he “borrowed” TvT iykyk… never bothers to clean it. his own words not mine

Toby: “ it’s my man c-cave. my rules.”

Tim: *SIGHS* “ jesus fucking christ….. your a mess.”

🪓 . . Speaking of his room it has lots of band posters and tapestry’s!

🪓 . . Knows so much animals facts.. it’s actually scary but entertaining.he literally bring up in random ways possible. that’s toby for yea..!! :DD

🪓 . . His favorite animals consists of what’s around him in the slender forest. such deers, raccoons, fox & wolf , birds , bears and has a love for reptiles as well.

🪓 . . lol if your scared of bugs i feel sorry for you , reptiles or just any animals i have listed…he’s definitely the type of friend that has it cupped in his hand and shoving it in your face. Lives for your reaction. 🩷

🪓 . . a bit awkward and has a cold front when you first meet him. he likes to observe, doesn’t trust ppl easily. If he likes you, he eventually slowly open up his shell and he shows his true colors such being a little shit, teasing you playful ofc, butting head with you 24/7. eeehh..but if he hates you good luck with this one… he make it known he doesn’t like you . you won’t know but others who know him do.

🪓 . . Growing up he was known for being the shy quiet kid that never speaks up for himself. He thinks about it now and really started changing meaning slowly and eventually he became more confident. like throwing sarcastic comments , knows lots of good clap backs or calling out’s if someone offended him or something. he’s changed man guys nothing like his younger self. proud of him 🥹

🪓 . . I see ppl saying that he’s the kind of friend that wants to be around you 24/7. 100% agree 👍 . yk hanging out in yours or his rooms for like smoke breaks, joining you during missions, watching tiktok’s & sending them to you even though your in the same room as he is , or even just simply pure silent and just basking in each others presence.

Toby: t-t-this is so you…

Toby: * sents you a tiktok*

You: bruh wtfff

* cue him laughing his ass off

🪓 . . Going to the local drug store to grab some slushes and junk food. HE LIVES FOR THOSE HANGS OUTS. TELL ME IM WRONG.

› › › i’ll make sure to be more in depth with this one :3 so be in a look out for some platonic toby headcanons in the future!!! ^^

🪓 . . Everytime someone says toby loves waffles sighs…. man i’m telling you right now an angel loses it wings ☹️ 👎. He has extended food palette than that y’all c’mon.

🪓 . . i mean it’s not the best diet… it literally just energy drinks but at least his friends look out for him and leave him take out because they know he doesn’t feel hunger like we do.

🪓 . . due to that, he has a lean built. Has a bit of a 6 pack ( you have to squint to see em ) and has muscles on his arms . He’s really proud of his arms lol. Has a bit of beard?? Scruff?? idk what’s it’s called going on too ^^ shaves ones in a while. aaaand..hehe has a happy trail situation... ANYWAYSSSS that’s for next time 😉.

🪓 . . yk how how i said he has a collection of phones he… collected *cough🪓🪓 cough*… firm believer he has playlist in each phone of them that consists of western emo music. also.. DAD ROCK .

🪓 . . his favorite weather has to be autumn because the animals around forest comes out more and he hangs out and pets all of them. likes looking at the trees and how each of the leaves are changing colors.

🪓 . . his joints pop loud real bad whenever he stretching , walking , or running . it pisses him so badly lolll.

🪓 . . loves sleeping and taking naps🫶🏼 whenever or whatever. like tree tops , his bed, closet, ect. hates mornings with passion prefers to sleep in. toby 🤞power naps . downside being that he snores like no one business and moves around his sleep.

🪓 . . blind on his left eye and that same eye has a permanent split eyebrow from the car crash.

🪓 . . Even though i want say he smells like vanilla or something sweet naaah …. srry bby😔. he gotta smell like the woods , dirt, bl*od.. sometimes , or even pinewood. From time to time smells like cheap shampoo and conditioner when he remembers to shower.

🪓 . . lastly his hair.. HIS 👏HAIR 😭😭 it’s so soft…he’s rocking shaggy haircut that tim trims once in a while.

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ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : HEEEEY IM BACK, i know posted 2-3?? days ago and honestly im so happy to it has so many likes already. thank you so much 🫶🏼 it means so much to me!! i’ll try to post as consistent as i can but no promises. 😣As of right now my wips are a bunch of toby headcanons and one shots i need to finish and post and dw other characters too dww🤍🤍.

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[magickcandie]

John Deacon x Fem!Reader

In the rising fame of Queen, many journalists were often there to talk. More often than naught, the band found themselves repeating things before sending the reporter away. That was until Y/N L/N.

When she was there, she found a way to make herself like able. Speaking about the art of performing with Freddie. Roger’s song writing. Brian’s understanding of writing music. And most of all, she got John to talk and smile and laugh. None of the others could.

She was the one they sent whenever they needed information of Queen. And that became the only time John was excited for an interview.

“You guys have another interview.” Miami said, walking into the studio. “It’s with Y/N.”

“Oh, that’s great!” John said, his tone of voice revealing how he really felt about said reporter.

Roger turned to look at the bassist. “That’s the most excited I’ve ever seen you for an interview.”

“Yeah, John, what is it?” Brian asked, just as curious.

“Nothing, just… interested in the… interview topics?”

“I think our lovely John is definitely interested in something, but not the interview.” Freddie said, coming to sit next to Roger and Brian.

Roger leaned forward to tease. “My my, Deaky, do you fancy Y/N?”

John raised his brows with a mischievous grin but shook his head anyway.

“You should totally take her out. It could be so romantic,” Brian said.

“No, I could never talk to Y/N.”

“You’re distaste towards human interaction is becoming… well, quite distasteful,” Freddie said with a pout. “What if we were to do something?”

Roger jumped to his feet in excitement. “Yeah, we could talk to Y/N for you!”

“No, we won’t be doing any of that, thank you. I’m willing to let things happen on their own.”

“John, dear, if we let you deal with it like that, nothing will happen.”

Freddie didn’t give John the luxury of arguing back. Said a simple “tut tut” and walked off, taking Brian and Roger with him. Which was fine because that’s when you walked in.

“Hello, John.” You smiled at him. “Where’s the rest of them?”

“Elsewhere. How have you been, Y/N?”

“Fine, fine. And you?”

“Quite alright. So what’s the plan for today?”

“Hm? Oh, I’m to ride with you to the venue while you all do sound checks and the like. In between those is when I’ll start individual interviews.”

In many ways you were found of John as well. You felt his answers were truthful in a way that the others didn’t quite have. But that was on the professional level. He made you happy, and laugh. He was very open, which you found out was actually a rare thing.

On many occasions, you tricked yourself into thinking he was just being courteous.

Much to John’s dismay, you got Freddie first.

“Hello, Fred. You can have a seat, I just need to get a new pen. Seems that I have lost mine.”

“Oh you won’t need that. Come, let’s talk.” He hooked arms with you. “Shall I interview you?”

“Me? Whatever for?”

“What, can’t I speak with my darling friend Y/N?”

You shrugged but went along with it. “What’s bothering you?”

Freddie waved his hands in dismissal. “You shan’t be my therapist either. This is about you, my dear. What do you look for in a lifelong partner?”

“Oh, that’s a bit forward." Freddie shrugged as if it wasn't "Well I don't know. Someone who's honest, I guess."

"John is very honest. Ever think about things short term?"

"No. I see no desire in that."

Freddie crossed his legs, then uncrossed them and stood. "Well that's all I have for you, darling. I'll send Roger in."

You didn't acknowledge him as he left the room, then Roger was walking in. He took Freddie's spot on the couch.

"How have you been, Y/N."

"Fine, fine. Now, I we see that you wrote a song on the album. What influences -"

"Oh, hush up about the album. Let's talk."

Okay....

"Roger, what are you and Freddie doing?"

"Oh, he got started? Good. Are you doing anything this coming week?"

"No, not that I know of."

"Neither is John." Roger left it at that and leaves the room, leaving you completely shocked.

Brian walked in with a smile. He would be easy to ask. He'd reveal himself if you asked.

"Brian May, what are you guys doing?"

"What do you mean?" He started to play with his hands. He was already nervous.

"You, Roger, and Freddie. What are you doing?" You crossed your arms, hoping that you could weasel the answer out of Brian.

"Y/N, we're not -"

"Were you coming in here to talk about John? Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Brian sighed and deflected in defeat. "John likes you, but he wouldn't do anything. We decided that we would try to push you into it instead." He stood up. "I'll leave now."

It was the greatest news you could've heard! You couldn't wait for him to say something, because you knew John. He wouldn't on any occasion!

John coming into the room took you out of your head. He smiled at you, sitting down at the couch.

"Hello, Y/N. What questions do you have about the album?"

At least he didn't set them up, you reasoned with yourself.

"John, I don't want to talk about the album." Everything was set up, and there was no better time to admit your feelings than here. "I really like you. And unfortunately, Brian did said you did liked me too?"

He went quiet and red in the face. "Y/N, I'm sorry you had to hear it from them."

"It's fine, John, really, but is it true?"

"Yes, Y/N, I really do. You're really beautiful, insanely smart, and just so... perfect. Can I take you out?"

You embraced him. "Of course, John!"

Freddie, Brian, Roger stood standing, peaking through the door. They froze when they saw John glare at them over your shoulder. The boys laughed before shutting the door.

Freddie sighed, dropping his hand to his hip. "Well that didn't take long."

[racoon3lizabeth]

Art critics at work: part three

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

summary: remus can’t wait for the next time he sees you and sirius manages to figure out his best friend.

notes: hellooooo!! hope you like this chapter, tell me what you thiiiink. AND BTW I hope you guys know I accept requests for like mini fics and blurbs!!

One day isn’t very long. There’s only twenty four hours after all. But when he settled down behind his wheel, clutching the leather until his knuckles turned white, he simply couldn’t wait.

He fumbles with his hands, letting go of the wheel and finding his phone deep in his pocket. Clicking the side button, chewing on his lower lip when he sees the time. 16:05. It was even worse than he thought. Not just twenty four hours but twenty five.

In a few quick motions Remus opened up his chat with Sirius. Leaning back into the car seat as he starts typing.

You’re late again

Am I?

Yeah fuck

Okey I’m running

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Enough with the emojis!!

That’s so mean😞

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After a few very long minutes a flushed and panting Sirius appeared outside of the car window. “I’m so sorry,” he apologises the second he opens the door.

“S’alright,” the other man brushed it off with a dismissive hand. He’s used to Sirius' problems when it comes to arriving on time. “C’mon hop in.” Remus urges, nodding his head in the direction of the passenger seat.

Sirius does like his friend tells him to, settling down in the leather seat and closing the door after him, putting on his seatbelt with a tired sigh. Without even so much as asking he quickly reaches out with his ring clad hand, fiddling with Remus' car so that his phone is connected to the stereo.

He always tends to do this, overusing his rights as the person in the passenger seat.

“Only good music,” Remus demands, driving out of the school's parking lot.

He could argue with Sirius and tell him that it's his car, he’s the one who gets to choose the music. But he also knows better than that. He’s unfortunately known the man since they were eleven years old, he knows that Sirius could easily take him down in a fight.

Sirius arches a single black eyebrow, his gaze focused on his phone as he smiles widely. “You have such a weird idea of what good music is.” He comments as he scrolls on his phone, trying to decide what to listen to, sending Remus a coy smile when he hears a faint scoff coming out of the history professor.

Like every other day Sirius eventually puts on Queen. It’s something he and Remus can always agree on.

Tranquility gradually settled over them like a nice warm blanket, despite the fact that Brian May was having another wild guitar solo in the background. It’s the kind of silence that comes from having known someone for such a long time. There’s no secrets left and most certainly no uncomfortableness. They can talk about everything, well maybe not everything.

There’s one thing Remus has always struggled to talk about.

“What do you think about the new art professor?” Sirius questions curiously, not knowing the depth of what he’s actually asking. “I reckon she’s a hundred times better than that substitute they hired for like two months.”

Remus swallows thickly as he turns the wheel, getting closer to their shared apartment. Yes he’s a man in his late twenties, soon thirties, that has a roommate. What’s the big deal?

“She’s nice.” He acknowledged, clearing his throat. Hoping that Sirius would drop it.

Sirius' perfect black eyebrows furrow slightly, crossing his arms over his chest. Unintentionally also covering up his favourite ABBA t-shirt. “Nice?” He interrogated, a hint of disbelief entering his tone. “But you ate lunch with her. She must be more than nice.” Sirius pointed out and god does Remus regret telling him that.

Remus offers him a half shrug, his rose coloured cheeks saying something completely different. “I don’t know,” he sighs, clearly trying to completely shut down the conversation, never bringing it up again.

To Remus' surprise Sirius is actually silent for a few moments. Until he can’t hold it in any longer. “Just nice?” He questions, still not believing Remus. They ate lunch together outside. Not just in the cafeteria like teachers normally do.

“Yeah nice.” He repeated, the word nice tasting awfully strange on his tongue, feeling like they’re just going back and forth now.

Sirius observed him with narrowed eyes, studying Remus. Pulling back a loose strand of black hair that fell down in his face. “Alright.” he gives up, glancing out the car window. Watching their street flashing by, their apartment getting closer and closer.

They finally arrive by their front door, Remus parking as close as he can so he won’t have to walk more than necessary. It’s not that he's lazy, actually quite the opposite. His hip and sometimes knees just tend to ache. Especially when it’s cold outside.

Sirius rattles with his keys in front of Remus face teasingly, the two walking up the stairs to the door. “You know,” he smiles. “She’s not just nice is she? I think you like her.”

Twenty four or twenty five hours, it doesn’t matter. Because they eventually passed by.

You didn’t get very much time before your last class and the beginning of the parent teacher meeting and unfortunately your last class of the day isn't by any means the oldest. So before running through the hallways to try arriving on time, even though the meeting started ten minutes ago, you needed to clean away blotches of paint and brushes.

With fingers coated in different acrylic paints you hesitantly reached for the doorknob. You truly didn’t want to be that teacher. That teacher who comes off as completely ignorant and uncaring about their students. Which you’re not, you could never be. Your timing was just wrong and honestly unfair.

The second you opened the door all eyes were on you. The hope of sneaking in unnoticed immediately shredding into pieces.

Remus' head jolts up when he hears the door shut. He’s been waiting patiently, or not so patiently as Sirius kept teasing him. Apparently his foot had been tapping against the chair's leg to the point where Sirius completely lost it.

He observes you with curious eyes, softening when they finally meet. Extending a hand, subtly gesturing for you to sit down on the chair on his right.

You shuffle over, apologising over and over to the people who need to stand so that you can get through. “Hi,” you breathe, a bit out of breath. Your eyes flickering over to the familiar man on Remus' right. His shoulder length raven curls pulled up into a low messy bun, a few strands falling out. Wearing one of his usual band t-shirts.

“Sirius right?” You extend a hand, giving Sirius a good firm shake before you sit down next to Remus. “I’m y/n, the new art teacher.” You introduce yourself.

The music teacher's forehead creases, lips twitching upwards. “Yeah,” he nods, sending Remus a teasing gaze. “Nice to meet you.” he replies kindly, looking back at you and then settling his gaze forward on the whiteboard.

The meeting returns to normal, the headmaster McGonagall standing at the front. Talking about a trip to France that might be happening for the students studying French.

Truly there’s really no real point in all of the other teachers being there. It’s just to look good and so that the parents can get a chance to talk to them if they have any questions or concerns.

Remus does try to concentrate, at least for a few minutes, but he can’t when you’re sitting next to him. He just wants to know everything about you and he doesn’t want the conversation to be short. He wants it to last for a long time, wanting to know every single little detail.

After spending a few seconds thinking, which he could’ve spent listening to the ongoing meeting, he finally leans in a bit so that he can whisper:

“Why were you late?”

You really couldn’t concentrate either since his thigh was only a few millimetres away from yours. You were waiting, patiently just like Remus, heart accelerating inside your chest. “I needed to clean up from my last class.” You explain quietly, making sure no one else can hear you.

Remus brows raised, pulling together. “Which class?” He questions. Rolling up the sleeves of his dark green sweater up to his elbows. You’ve noticed he wears a lot of those. Not that you’re complaining.

“They’re in year nine I think,” you whisper. “I haven’t really learned which classes are called what.” You admit somewhat sheepishly.

“Ah,” he nods, knowing how the ones in year nine can get sometimes. “Most of them are nice and well mannered. But you’re also new. They’ll get better soon when they’ve warmed up to you and if they don’t I'll tell ’em off.” He warns playfully, his nervousness slowly starting to wear off.

You snicker quietly, the wild and eager butterflies in your stomach getting worse when he smiles at you adoringly with those perfect deep brown eyes. An uncomfortable lump building in your throat, stopping your words from coming out.

Remus starts to feel a faint lightheadedness and glances back to the front of the room. Making a very weak attempt at actually listening. He’s never felt the urge to continue talking to someone, to keep the conversation alive. At least not as strong. Remus has always been a rather reserved person, the few people getting him out of his shell being his three best friends.

You try to ignore how your mouth is starting to feel more like a desert, swallowing desperately and subtly peering back on the history teacher. Whose mind also seems to be somewhere else.

“Mr Lupin,” you whisper, smiling nervously when he turns his head to look at you. Your faces suddenly unintentionally become very close, both of you flinching back. “How did you manage to save my seat?” Referring to the fact that every single chair in the medium sized auditorium is being used.

Remus manages to maintain eye contact, almost a bit proud of himself. “I pulled some strings,” he answered, lips curling into a lopsided grin, folding his hands in his lap.

It became quite apparent that Sirius catched a bit of the conversation. Because he quickly leaned forward up and behind Remus, leaning his arms on the top of the chair so that he can talk to you. “He yelled at a few people actually,” Sirius tells you proudly.

Remus' eyes widened comically, mouth slightly parted. “No hey, that's not true!” He defends himself just a bit too loud, a few of the parents turning around to send them annoyed glances.

He presses his lips tightly together, nostrils flaring as he exhales deeply. “That’s not true.” He murmurs through gritted teeth. Avoiding both yours and Sirius's eyes.

Due to the fact that Remus is staring down into his lap you take your chance and tilt your head to your left, raising a questioning eyebrow as you face Sirius.

A sly smirk spreads across his face, mouthing the word yes so that Remus won’t hear. But Remus knows better than that.

“What are you doing Sirius?”

“Mhm? Nothing,” Sirius lifts his hands up in mock surrender. Removing his arms from the chair, leaning back against it again. Starting to fiddle with the silver rings on his hands, one ring on every single finger. “Y/n? Does Remus have your number?” He asks, leaning forward to once again catch eyes with you, waggling his eyebrows. Knowing exactly what he’s doing.

Remus opens his mouth to answer, but you get there before him. “No, I don't think so. Why?”

“Just wondering,” Sirius shrugs, knowing he’s in for a real scolding later. “It’s rather important though, if something happens.” He ponders quietly but loud enough for both of them to hear him.

After that little interruption from Sirius' part it took you some time to gain the courage to actually comment on what Sirius said. So much time that the meeting ended and you panicked, not wanting to lose this incredible chance.

Just as he stands up, on his way to leave, you gain his attention by not rising from your chair. Everyone was on their way out, why weren’t you leaving?

“You know,” you begin to say as he finally looks at you with confusion written all over his face. “I think he was right. I might need your number,” you declare, realising you sounded a bit desperate. “For work purposes, you know. If something happens.” You add quickly, feeling how your skin begins to prickle with warmth, pink appearing on your cheeks.

Remus can’t help but look around before he answers, as if he’s afraid someone could hear you. “Uhm,” he stutters, his chin held close to his body before he properly looks up at you. “Yeah. For work purposes obviously.”

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tags: @amatoanima @po3tbbygirl @lettertovera @allformoony @ladyaida @ilovejamespottersomuch @jamesweather

[rottingworship]

The smut prompts 72 and 80 ☝️😈

Withhhhh

Hoodie😳

MWAAH THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST!! This is actually longer than most prompts i've ever written ever omg... I got carried away... may write a part 2 involving tim :3

As always, prompts are from here! Divider is from sister-lucifer

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!, fingering, innocent!reader, hint at corruption kink sorta (?), praise, finger sucking, F!Reader

Prompts: "There is no way anyone is that innocent." "What? Does that feel good?"

“There is no way anyone is that innocent.” Brian switches through the channels on the TV.

Tim shrugs, really not caring. “Ya never know.”

“She’s a killer.” Brian huffs. “We are all killers.”

“Not all killers fuck.” Tim rolls his eyes. “If it’s that big of a deal, why don’t you ask her?” Tim has had enough. He gets up and walks to his room. Brian is thinking about it. About how sweetly you interact with them. How oblivious you are to some of their jokes. The look on your face when some of them click.

The door opening brings him out of his thoughts. You walk into your home with a large smile on your face and a small bag of groceries in your hand. You tell Brian ‘hi’ and walk to the kitchen. His eyes don’t leave you.

You turn back around and your eyes meet his. “You alright, love?”

Brain tenses. Love… It’s what you have always called him and Tim both. There never seems to be any ‘love’ behind the word. But Brian wishes for there to be. He’s sure you're just being nice and friendly. You always have been. Somehow, you stay so loving…

“Yeah.” He stands up from the couch and begins to walk towards you. You don’t think anything of it. You put some of the groceries up and begin to walk past him. Brian stops you in your tracks, his hand grabbing your bicep. The way look up at him leaves him reeling. Brian holds you there. Without saying a word.

“You good?” Your brows furrow, but you don’t pull away. Your eyes show no sign of fear of him hurting you, but they do show extreme confusion.

“Is this an act?”

His question causes you to pout. “What? Is what an act?” You really don’t get it.

“You’re so-” Brian sighs. “Nevermind. I gotta go.” He is overwhelmed. It doesn’t take a lot for you to realize that. Brian is quick to leave your home. You try to get that interaction out of your head and finish putting up groceries. As you walk to the bathroom to finish putting things away, you remember Tim’s home. You walk to his room and knock.

“Hey, it’s me.” As soon as he gives you the okay, you open the door. “Is Brian okay?” It’s the first thing you ask. Tim looks at you and groans.

“What’d he do?”

“He asked if I was acting,” It comes out more like a question than anything, “and then, he just- He left.”

Tim snorts, trying to not smile. “He’s fine. Probably relieving some stress right now.”

“What’s he stressed about?” You cock your head at him.

“You.” It’s all he gives you. You are sent into a spiral. Your face contorts with confusion and you gasp. You stumble on your words, stuttering something out, before Tim saves you. “It’s not bad, he thinks about you too much though.”

“Too much!?” You are dumbfounded. “How much is the normal amount?”

“Probably the amount that I think about you.”

You cannot catch a break. You let out a groan and close Tim’s door, leaving him alone. You have no more questions for him. You want to call Brian and ask if he’s alright, but you aren’t sure it’s Brian that will answer. You sigh and go to your room. You already took care of your business (or the operator’s), bought groceries, and put them up. It is time for you to relax. And now you can’t.

You walk to your bathroom and decide to shower. You have had a long day, and maybe the hot water will help relax you. As you shower, all you can think about is Brian; his questions and whatever the fuck Tim meant about him. You cannot lie, Brian is always plaguing your mind. Even more so now. Does he like me? You think as you wash your body. Does he fucking hate my guts? You begin to stress. If he hates me, that would suck, we kinda have to work together for the foreseeable future. You want to explode. You finish up your shower quicker than normal and decide you cannot be in your room. You get dressed and head to the living room. You lay down on your couch and sigh. You flip through the channels and land on some corny horror movie. You keep it there.

Before you know it, you are dozing off. You wake up to the door of your house opening. You sit up and rub your eyes. “Who- Brian?” You make out his frame, and then his hood and mask. “Oh, it’s just you, Hoodie.” You lie back down on the couch and close your eyes. You have not interacted with Hoodie as much as you have Brian, but you still trust him.

“Wake up.”

The way he says it has you sitting up immediately. You look at him with wide eyes and your mouth is slightly agape. “What the fuck?” Your legs swing over the side of the couch and Hoodie sits down beside you. “Is this about earlier? Because I’m still confused.”

“You really are oblivious… You know that?” You cannot figure out his emotions. You can’t tell if he’s smiling or annoyed, and it’s bothering you. “You’ve got Brian wrapped around your finger, and you are completely oblivious.” Hoodie doesn’t move. You scoot down the couch, confused by the suddenness of everything. “I see what he sees in you, though.”

“What?” You sound groggy still. “What does he see?”

Hoodie scoots closer. You freeze, swallowing hard. “You’re an angel.” Hoodie says it as if you should be aware of that already.

“I assure you,” You put a hand up, “I am no angel.” Something clicks. Your face contorts again, changing from confusion to an awareness. Awareness of everything Hoodie is saying. “Is this about not understanding some of the jokes I hear? Because, I’ve never been around guys a lot-” You look away from him, embarrassed. “I was pretty sheltered until I turned eighteen. And, y’know, moved away. I’ve never really had many friends-”

“It’s not an act…” Hoodie sounds so primal suddenly. It causes chills to run down your spine. The hair on your neck is standing on end. You swallow hard and let out an awkward laugh. You can’t look at him. “It’s okay,” He coos.

“I think about you- Uh Brian, a lot…” You twiddle your fingers, biting the inside of your lip, “I don’t know- I can’t begin to tell you-” You can’t see his face, but he looks absolutely animalistic. You blink a couple times, collecting your thoughts. “Can you kiss me?” Your voice is hushed, barely above a whisper.

Hoodie does not hesitate. He lifts up his mask, just enough to reveal his mouth and moves towards you. His hands cup your face and he smiles as soon as his lips meet yours. You relax into his touch. Your mind is going a mile a minute. When his tongue gently runs across your bottom lip, you eagerly open your mouth for him.

Without missing a beat, as Hoodie shoves his tongue in your mouth, he effortlessly moves you onto his lap. You let out a gasp and your arms wrap around his neck. You are positively melting into his touch.

Hoodie pulls away and begins to trail kisses down your throat. Your brain is fuzzy and you can’t think straight. You let a quiet moan and Hoodie smirks against your skin. “Sh,” He hushes you, “don’t need Tim hearing us.”

You nod and try to keep quiet. Before you know it, your position is being switched. You are lying on your back on the couch and Hoodie is above you, he’s watching you. You can’t see his eyes, but you can see his smirk. You let out a whine and your thighs rub together. “Please,” You whine, “I need-” You cannot verbalize what you need.

“Use your words,” He leans down and begins to kiss your neck again, licking and nipping the sensitive skin.

“I need you to touch me!” You are frustrated. “Make me feel good, please!” You are begging at this point.

Brian laughs. His smile widens and laughs. Your face is burning up and you want to hide again. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs into your skin. “I can do that.”

Hoodie is resting on his arm, keeping his weight from being completely on you. His opposite hand begins to trail towards your shirt and straight towards the elastic of your pajama pants. His hand dips down and he begins to rub you through your panties. Your hips eagerly roll into his touch and Hoodie gently bites down on your neck.

“So impatient,” He hums into your ear.

“Please!” You are still trying to keep quiet. “Need you-”

Hoodie doesn’t falter. His fingers pull down your pajama pants and your underwear. He palms you, and you roll into him again. A little more violently this time. Hoodie slides one finger into you at first. His lips are still attached to your throat. Your breathing is becoming heavy and loud. Hoodie’s finger moves slowly, painfully slow at first. You buck into him and let out a soft whimper.

“Hm,” Hoodie hums into your skin. “I’m sure your own fingers aren’t this good, huh?” He is cocky. You shake your head, quickly. You cannot form words. You are left a mess under him. “What? Does that feel good?” He knows the answer to that. You nod. “I’m gonna add another, okay?” He sits up to watch your reaction.

Another finger pushes into you and a white, hot fire is lit in your core. Your eyes screw shut as his fingers slowly pump in and out of you, his thumbs grazing over your clit. You feel like you're in a tunnel. You can hear him commenting about how good you are, but you cannot respond. Your mouth falls agape and you are trying to form a sentence to beg for more.

“Faster,” You mumble, “please, faster!”

“Anything for you,” He coos at you.

He picks up the pace and you are writhing in pleasure underneath him. Every single time his fingers pull from you, your hips follow them. You need him.

“Close-” The word stumbles from your tongue, “so close.” Your toes curl. You are going to burst. Your body tenses and your eyes shut tight. Your nails dig into Hoodie’s back, clawing at the fabric. His pace, steady but quick, does not slow. He keeps going. No signs of stopping anytime soon.

You pull Hoodie to you, letting out a loud whimper. His name falling from your lips like a mantra. You are seeing stars as his thumb rubs your clit a little faster. A louder cry is pulled from you this time. Everything comes undone so fast. Hoodie is in your ear, mumbling to you how good you’ve been, how you deserve this, and kissing the shell of your ear.

Hoodie lowers himself on top of you as you come down from your high. His fingers pull from you and shoves them into his own mouth. He sucks on them. You feel yourself getting even more wet.

The door down the hall opens. “What the fuck?”

You hide yourself immediately. Hoodie laughs. “I told you to be quieter.”

[oscconfessions]

i'm paying justin chapman to do a Saying A Lot Of Things As ____ video on Cameo

UPDATE: NO MORE REQUESTS THIS IS ALREADY REALLY LONG LOL

i know i haven't been active much lately (hi. it's mod 💥. do some of yall not even know me OOPS) but i had this REALLY funny idea. so:

GIVE ME YOUR BEST INCORRECT QUOTES AND STUPID FUNNY THINGS TO SAY WITH JUSTIN'S CHARACTERS!! they voice mepad, knife, goo, silver spoon, paper, and purple face!! try to keep other characters out of it- adam isn't there and brian doesn't have a cameo (sad).

this is getting maintagged yeah fuck it i need those QUOTES baby. some may not get in i've given them permission to skip ones they don't want to do