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Silhouettes In the Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Thirteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings: fluff, (tooth rotting fluff), angst, swearing, alcohol consumption mentioned, drug consumption mentioned not detailed, smut so 18+ only, no minors, p in v, dirty talk, mild breeding kink, mentions of overstim, slight jealous bucky, all the sex is consensual, hollywood politics, are feather and bucky catching a break in this chapter? yes maybe? i think they are, also i want to put yelena and reader in one room so they can sort of this mess of their friendship i caused, whoops, i hope ya'll enjoy the chapter! more fluff at the end!

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 9k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Twelve|| Chapter Fourteen

HEADLINES:

Steve Rogers Spills The Beans On His and Author Y/N’s Relationship: ‘She’s Spoken For By Someone’

Who Has The Elusive Author Dated? A List Of Her Boyfriends and Here Is What They Have To Say About Her! Psst It’s Not All That Great (Oops!)

Sharon Carter Brings Attention To Herself and Brock Rumlow As They Shamelessly Flirt On Screen During His Interview on HYDRA’s News Hour

Dolores Is Bright And Early On ITIMYIMDO Set As Filming Commences Looks Like Rehab Did Her Good

The set is quiet as the scene with the programmed lights is set up. You watch in awe as they bring one of your favourite scenes written by you to life.

Bucky watches you, his eyes full of love and adoration at the way you admire the lights.

It was one of the chapters he had heavily annotated in your book.

Currently there weren’t people on set. Only Wanda was taking B roll footage of the lights alone. So he was standing closer to you. Basking in the way it felt to be around you. In front of people. The core team knew about the two of you.

Bucky had wanted to stop hiding away from being known as yours.

Sam had suggested slowly easing into it since the media could taint everything. A friendly hug here and a few public interactions there. A few planted interview questions that Bucky would genuinely answer and then the chance for the two of you to announce it to the world or allow people to keep speculating and be together privately.

“This was one of my favourite chapters.” Bucky walks over to you, the smile never leaving his face, eyes crinkled at the sides. Watching the way the light catches in your eyes makes them seem even brighter.

You look away from the lights to him. He stands close, smiling down at you. Your cheeks heat, recalling how that particular chapter went.

He was ready for his part as Rhys, bionic arm doffed for the scene. You admire the way he carries himself, your eyes linger over his shoulder.

“Doesn’t hurt, Feather.” He assures. You take a deep breath.

“It was your favourite?” You ask, trying to keep your voice even.

“Yes, I particularly enjoyed how you rectified their song’s memory and gave them the opportunity to dance to it amongst the other parts of the chapter.” He grabs your hand, the lights begin twinkling again.

He looks behind you for a moment, then music begins to play, Taylor Swift’s Daylight. You hear the door to set shut.

You’re pulled against him, your arms resting around his shoulders.

“Rhys and Doll have Stargazing, we have this song.” His blue eyes gleam in the light, you want to sink into them.

“James.” You laugh as he twirls the two of you, taking the lead on the dance. He says nothing, moving the two of you through the music and its tempo changes.

“I don’t want to look at anything else, now that I saw you.” He sings for you.

You cup his cheek, smiling at him, your heart bursting with love for him.

“I don’t want to think of anything else now that I thought of you.” He grins, twirling you outward and pulling you back to him. Arm now around your waist.

The lights get brighter and then slowly fade.

His smile doesn’t falter, being able to enjoy this moment with you wholeheartedly without worrying about you thinking adversely about his lost arm.

“I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night.” He presses his lips to your forehead.

“And now I see daylight.” He leans in, forehead touching yours.

“I only see daylight.” You sing to him.

His cheeks tinge pink, “And I can still see it all,”

“In my mind, all of you, all of me.” You giggle as you move closer. His hand moves to hold yours, “Intertwined,” He squeezes your hand.

“I once believed, love would be black and white.” He says not singing, “But it’s you.”

“You’re my golden daylight, Feather.”

The song keeps playing, you stare up at him. The set faded away. His hand leaves your hand after placing it on his shoulder.

Then he grasps your waist, slowly moving up to the back of your neck, gently his thumb strokes the skin of your jaw.

You sigh, eyes closing as he leans in closer, your head tilted back and pulled closer. His lips brush against yours, once, twice. Bucky sighs contentment filling him when he feels your lips against his own.

Your fingers grasping his shirt, hand cupping his jaw. Bucky marvels at the way your tenderness with him seeps into everything you do, the way your lips move against his, the way you’re able to show your love to him just by your touch alone.

He almost, almost feels bad for keeping what he’s up to from you. In due time you would know.

The kiss parts, your cheeks heat as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck shyly. You can feel the rumble of his soft laughter followed by the kiss to your forehead.

The song ended a while ago, yet the two of you do not part. Murmurs gain volume outside. You sigh, Bucky squeezes you close to him before the two of you step away at the same time.

The doors of the set open, you stare up at the lights again.

“Only actors on set.” Natasha orders, you give Bucky another smile before walking towards the producer’s area.

Maria gives you a smile and Nick acknowledges you with a nod.

Wanda moves over to Nat, showing her the B roll footage. You look down at your phone. Once filming commences you would slip to the producer corner and write the pending chapters. The three week deadline is now nearing two weeks.

Bucky catches your gaze when Dolores walks in on set, somewhat on time. The crew moves to put the finishing touches on the set.

Natasha calls for positions, the music track begins, this time it’s Rhys and Doll’s song.

Dolores moves through the scene, you watch Bucky only, the way he moulds himself into Rhys. Bringing him to life, it’s spectacular how it all occurs.

The laughter he causes with his goofy dancing around. You have to will yourself not to make a louder sound.

Maria beats you to it and Natasha has to yell, “Cut.”

Bucky laughs as well, cheeks flushed.

The scene is reset building up to the next part.

Dolores begins messing up her lines, the little bottle in her hand between takes isn’t water, everyone knows.

As the set is then made to be a closed one for the sex scene. Only the core team on board. She’s slurring her words and stumbling as she moves to wrap her hands around Bucky.

He shifts off the set lines looking at Natasha. Her lips press into a thin line.

“Dolores, you cannot be drinking.” Natasha says very calmly.

“You shut the fuck up and film, I’m going to have sex with this ex of mine. Not the first time post breaking up is it?” She blows a kiss to Bucky.

“I’m not shooting this scene with you or rather any intimate scenes with you if you’re not sober.” He warns her.

“I agree.” Natasha shakes her head at the actress.

Dolores turns to look at you with narrowed eyes, “Tell him to shoot it.”

“I am not forcing anyone—,”

“I’ll tell Alexander.” She sing-songs, eyes glassy as she smirks when you still. She knew.

“Dolores.” Bucky steps towards her, “I am not comfortable with you being drunk and filming scenes like this—,”

“Oh hush. Producers can make us do anything can’t they? Go on vote for the scene to continue, Executive Producer Y/N.” Dolores giggles, then her eyes move to Natasha.

“Aw, did you want a say?” She coos at the director.

“Isn’t my call, apparently.” Natasha shrugs the remaining crew then turns to you and Maria. Nick had stepped out not wanting to intrude on the scene.

“We aren’t filming unless Dolores is sober for all scenes.” You look at all of them then Maria.

“Agreed.” She declares.

“Alright then,” Natasha says, “We set up for the scene with Loki and Bucky facetiming. Scene 73. Dolores get yourself sobered up.”

Dolores sneers, then turns to you, in a moment she’s in front of you.

Bucky begins moving towards the two of you. He steps gaining momentum as he realises what is about to happen.

Her hand is raised, “You little bitch!” She yells, her hand coming down towards your face.

Your stupor breaks and you shuffle to the side to avoid being hit.

Her hand swerves across thin air, as you keep yourself backed away against the wall.

Bucky and Natasha move towards you. Worry on their faces; Maria raises her walkie-talkie calling in security.

“I’m going to make Alex—Alexander, ruin, ruin you!” She warns as her assistant and security hold her and escort her outside.

You stay backed against the wall.

“I am going to conduct a full security check of all electronic devices. If even a peep of this goes out. Hell fire will rain down upon each person.” Maria declares, looking at the scarce crew on set.

Everyone nods, Natasha moves towards you then stops herself. Bucky trudges on forward.

“Feather,” He’s about to reach to cup your face with his palm.

You shift away from him. There is an echo in your mind of the stinging slaps you endured.

His palm remains frozen in air, eyes wide, “Feather?”

No. No. No. No. No. You want to wail. They can’t have taken your source of comfort from you, “I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologise.” He stays away, not moving close.

“I’m sorry.” Your hand reaches for his, intertwining your fingers.

“Bucky.” You both look at Maria, the set now emptied out, “Take her out, back to your trailer, I’ll send the interns with fresh call times.”

Bucky nods, looking at you. You nod. Thanking her, the two of you make your way to his trailer.

Sam and Yelena are pacing, they only pause when they see the two of you enter. Word spread fast because Dolores couldn’t stop screaming about the entire ordeal.

Bucky phad his arm around you. Over the walk from the set, you had begun to cling onto him more. Needing him closer.

“Do you want to don your arm?” Sam questions, Bucky looks down at you. You begin to pull away, Bucky’s grip on you tightens.

“Later.” He says, leading you to the couch.

Yelena regards you, the previous week’s ordeal with her being cold towards you and your explanation. The two of you hadn’t spoken on a personal level. You did miss her. Missed stopping by her office unannounced and working on your writing while she worked.

The friendship had meant more to you.

Maybe it wasn’t the same to her. You had to make your peace with it.

She watches you rest your head on Bucky’s chest. Tucked against him, she knows you feel protected.

There is knocking against the door.

“It’s Ace.”

“And Loki.”

Sam moves to the door, Ace comes bounding up the steps. Their eyes worriedly glance over you both.

“Y/N?” They call out, you give a small wave.

“I’m okay.” You assure.

Loki meets Bucky’s eyes, the latter nods. The former’s lips press into a thin line. He directs his worry towards you.

“Hi Loki.” You greet, he morphs his worry into a small smile.

“Do you need anything?” He questions, you shake your head.

“I’m so annoyed by her. How is it that she ruins day one back to filming?” Ace complains.

“I think we should give them space and not discuss this anymore.” Yelena pipes up, leaning against the counter, arms crossed.

Ace looks at Yelena, their jaw set.

“Right, because talking about things is not a great thing?” They roll their eyes.

Yelena looks at you, your brows are furrowed at Ace.

“I’m just saying talking it out is better than bottling things up.” They explain.

“Um, I’d rather not, Dolores’ thing doesn’t have me shaken up. I just was reminded of something else.” You feel Bucky’s lips press to your forehead. Grounding you yet again.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He murmurs.

You respond by placing a kiss on his jaw. Loki exchanges a glance with Sam. His face still conveys his worry.

Your phone beeps, you groan recognising the alarm.

“What's that?” Loki questions, you retrive the damn device snoozing the alarm.

“Alarm to write. Submission date got preponed so I’ve set random alarms to at least write something when it blares, even if it's shit.” You explain.

“That isn’t your process.” Yelena frowns, not liking that you’ve been taxing yourself.

“It’s the process of writing for this deadline.” You shrug.

Bucky chuckles, “I woke up the other night for water and she was tucked against me with her phone in her hand typing away. Three am and she’s writing.”

You laugh, “Yeah I’m hoping to finish by this week somehow since I want a week to edit after Yelena reviews.”

“Y/N, that's not how you’ve written before.” She says again, you look at her.

“I know but it's how I’m writing now. Deadlines worked with the blog.”

“That was one chapter a week.” She taps the palm of her left hand with the back of her right.

“Y/N you did get burned out on the blog too.” Ace adds remembering the apologetic posts about being on terrible blocks rendering you incapable of writing.

“Thank you!” Yelena scoffs at your reasoning.

You shift, Bucky still keeps his arm around you.

“And what? I’m dividing the remaining chapters the same way. I won’t get burnt out.” You assure. You couldn’t afford to get burnt out, well you were banking on it.

Bucky looks at Sam and Loki, then Ace and Yelena. The two of them don’t buy it, having seen you write for far longer than him.

“Feather…”

“I’m fine, honestly.” You defend too quickly. None of them buy it.

“I’m going to speak to Hydrangeas—HYDRA. They will have to move it—,”

“No, you won't, you've already exhausted the reasons and it has already been a week. I just have the last ten to go.” You don’t tell them your actual plan, only once it would get into the step back you would tell them.

Andy and Matt already knew and you hoped they would not blabber. They were the ones who found and confirmed the loophole for you. You felt bad keeping it from them but it had to be this way.

“If this is about what I said—,”

“No it isn’t.” You cut Yelena off yet again, “I have been neglecting my writing, it's another book that needs to be done. Then I can relax and focus on other projects. It’s already had enough leaks.”

“What if you hit a writer’s block?” She presses again.

Bucky squeezes your arm gently.

“I’ll write through it.” You grit, what was with the sudden concern? She had made it clear she was done.

“Right because that's what produced your best content in the past. It was unreadable.” Yelena quips.

You stand still holding Bucky’s hand. He squeezes it.

“Feather.” He says in warning, requesting you to stay calm.

“I need to call my mom up. She should be done with the first leg of her treatment.” You let go of Bucky’s hand.

Turning to press a kiss to his cheek, “I just,” you whisper to him.

“I know, go, I’ll be out in a minute.” He whispers back.

You leave the trailer, leaving everyone to look at each other in silence.

“She’s up to something.” Yelena says, Bucky’s eyes snap to her.

“Did you have to say that? She’s trying hard enough as it is, with everything else.” He moves to go towards the closet where his arm is placed. The scene with Loki would require him to doff it again, but he needed it right now.

“Oh, you’re a knight in shining armour now is it?” She sneers.

Sam moves ahead to help, “Buck.” He warns.

Bucky bites the inside of his cheek, a storm brewing in his gaze.

“No, I am not, but I know well enough to reserve my responses. Do you know what happened after she left BW?” Bucky keeps his eyes locked on Yelena, his sleeve folded back exposing the mounting plate.

Yelena clenches her jaw, waiting for him to continue.

Bucky grabs the bionic arm, lining it up. Sam moves back knowing he needs room to move it around.

The familiar click locks the arm into place, it whirs before a circumduction occurs.

“Hayden had to bring her to me, she had a panic attack right from your parking lot to my gym. Do you remember the time? It took her an hour to come to me. An hour she doesn’t remember because she couldn’t breathe because she was under a lot of duress because her best friend wouldn’t listen. You haven’t even apologised for presuming the worst from her. Natasha doesn’t know the bullshit you, however, do.” Bucky’s vibranium fingers flex then extend.

“She’s lost enough Lena. Don’t you think she deserves some slack being cut? Or did you want to know how Dolores threatened her on set?” He scoffs. He walks out as well in search of you, finding you behind the trailers, a familiar spot for several of the actors for some alone time.

You’re on the phone as he approaches. Offering him a smile and he pulls you into a tight hug.

After the ordeal in Bucky’s trailer things with Yelena didn’t change, she only spoke when it was all work related.

The Lit Fest was coming up, the publishing house wanted Steve and you to fuel the dating fire again. Neither you nor Steve were interested in that aspect.

In fact Angel had the idea to have Steve say you were already spoken for in a podcast he was on, which had sent everyone into a frenzy.

Speculation wouldn’t stop. You were honestly tired of it. How celebrities went through this day in and out, you couldn’t fathom.

Bucky had taken it upon himself to stop you from getting too lost into writing. Impromptu date nights at Winnie’s. If your mom couldn’t sleep she would make you watch the TV shows on your laptop only, with her. Bucky and her were in cahoots, you were sure of it.

They pretend not to hear you when you accuse them of their little plan. Solving the puzzle and laughing amongst themselves. You roll your eyes at them before joining in on completing the 500 piece puzzle.

It was as if he was trying to actively prevent burn out for you. You appreciated it, the breaks he would provide would be a saviour.

The only time you were writing uninterrupted was during filming stretches. Sitting in the producer area behind Natasha and Maria, the latter taking your spot with the director now.

You missed it all - the making jokes, noting things down and bouncing ideas off of each other. You tried to not let it get to you. You welcomed it, given how your writing was becoming the primary focus, the longer hours helped you focus better.

Your head buried in your phone, typing away quietly on the phone screen. Four chapters were left. The book was probably on some kind of kick. Even in your worst writing you felt the story was good. Which wasn’t helping your loophole.

You knew how the book would end, writing towards it made it easier. HYDRA was hoping to announce the fourth book’s title during the fest. You had asked for Yelena's opinion but she just shrugged.

Laughter pulls you out of your thoughts. Your gaze moves to Steve, Loki and Bucky joking around off set. Their dynamic had shifted.

The hostility between the three is almost gone. Loki had confided that he still had doubts up on Steve, which was understandable. Bucky’s confided words ring in your mind.

Three Days Ago.

“I’m worried. It’s so easy to play a character, put on an act. Fake a friendship. Fake a fight. Things get ugly. They did between Steve and I. I know right now they seem sort of good but…” He sighs as he trails off, his head resting on your abdomen. Laying between your legs, the fingers of your right hand running through his hair as his left hand caresses your forearm.

“It is hard to trust anyone let alone a lost then found friendship.” You smile as he looks up at you.

“Would I stupid to trust him again? I miss him, I feel Loki would feel offended too.” Bucky doesn’t understand why all this seems so trivial amongst everything else ongoing in your lives.

It ate away at him how he felt he wasn’t being a good friend.

“James, you’re reconnecting with a lost friend. Reminiscing over memories and lost time. You won’t lose a friend because you gained another. It may feel like that because maybe it happened that way with Loki. You found your best friend in him after Steve.”

“I’m grateful for Loki. I really am, I miss that mischief maker, the together shoot schedules now have made it better. I just… I miss Steve too. We went through so much.” He brings your hand towards his lips kissing it, azure eyes move away from you.

“I know, why don’t you talk to Loki? You guys haven’t spoken about anything other than the mess, he probably misses you too. You can speak to him about your turmoil with Steve and your reblooming friendship. He’s a smart and mature guy. I'm sure he won’t be as harsh as you may be fearing.” Your advice has him hum.

“You wouldn’t be stupid to trust him. You both know the truth now. It doesn’t excuse his behaviour at all, just explains it. You were hurting,” Your hand brushes over where the metal arm meets his body, “Some nights I know you still are, it's okay, it's okay to be cautious, to be wary. It’s okay to choose to trust him again. You can speak to him about your fears too.”

Bucky shifts, turning to face you, moving up. He’s holding himself up with one arm. His left hand moves to cup your cheek, stroking the skin.

“I love you.” He whispers, a smile on his face, “I can’t imagine my life without you. Don’t know how I went by without you for this long.” Your skin heats, it makes him grin wider. “Probably without paying the girlfriend stealing clothes tax.” He beams again. Smug asshole.

“I love you too. I think you were missing a piece and now it all makes sense.” You laugh at your cheesy line,

“Also I think you love me wearing your clothes.” You giggle when he bites his lip, eyes moving to the old jumper you’ve stolen (borrowed).

Bucky has your laughter quelled by his lips on yours, you sink in with him.

When Bucky allows you to pull away from him, you’re breathing hard. Hips flush against yours, a leg wrapped around his hips. You whimper as he grinds against you.

Things had gotten better for you, random touches weren’t anxiety inducing. Both of you had begun to explore more of each other. Seeking out now without fearing shutting down.

“James–,” You preen, he repeats the movement but harder, “B-baby.” your voice a rasp. He groans, nipping at your bottom lip.

“I want to show you off, I want to tell the world your mine. Fucking tired of keeping us under wraps.” He urges, nudging your jaw with his nose, your head tilts, allowing his lips to move along your neck.

He marks the skin of your shoulder, your legs wrap around him.

“Need you, James.” Your whimper has him lose his mind.

Carefully crafted control being lost, unravelled by you. He loved it when you used his name. It urged him on, wanting to cause you to spill it from your soft lips again and again.

“You’re so beautiful, Feather.” He groans when your hips arch seeking him, pleading him.

“J-James.”

He meets the plea of his name with a plea of yours. Your fingers tug on his t-shirt. Breaking away it is discarded to the floor, your top follows its path. The way his warm mouth causes goosebumps across your skin.

Lips wrap around your nipple, hardening the nub. He bites down lightly making you cry out. Your fingers tangled with his hair. Soft moans and gasps filling his living room.

Bucky looks at you, admiring the way his placed lovebites begin to darken and bloom across your skin. Tongue licking the underside of your breasts and then blowing over the heated skin.

Your jeans come off next.

He stares at the soaked panties, drinking in the magnificent sight before him, “All this for me, Feather?”

Thumbs massaging your thighs, you can only whimper in confirmation. Your hands trace over his body, lips seeking his skin.

Bucky senses your hesitation when you don’t nip at his flesh or claim it.

“Mark me as yours, Feather. Make me yours, only yours.” His words accompany him locking your limbs with his, hands wrap around your back, yours around his shoulders. He falls back, effortlessly you’re now above him.

Straddling him, the material of his jeans straining against him and rubbing over you. You watch him, sensing for any hesitation.

“Baby, if you don’t let me know how your written male characters feel, being marked by their girls. I will be very upset.” He cups your face, seriousness lacing every word.

“You do know how they claim their men.” You tease, hands moving over him as your lips finally follow. You suck at his skin. Marking him and moaning at the way his skin tastes.

“I’m going to make every fantasy of yours come true. And more, I have to give you inspiration don’t I?” His teasing cuts off into a loud moan when the tip of your tongue swirls around his nipple before you bite down, tugging before repeating the action.

“You’re my muse, James. Have been for so long.” Your admission is met by a whimper, “I may have had a version of you in my mind, but you?” You trail kisses down his abdomen, then back up.

“You’re beautiful, kind, funny, so absolutely stunning, You... You’re everything to me. You surpass every thought I’d ever had about you. Every creative thought put to shame compared to you.” You place kisses along the scars of his shoulder.

“Feather.” He pleads, the way you’re doting on him.

“Yes, my muse?” you chuckle at his eagerness. He feels himself grow harder.

“Fuck, why is that so hot?” He lets out a breathless laugh.

“Where do you want my mouth, my muse?” You watch the way the flush spreads over his chest, his cheeks, and he meets your eyes. Just a thin ring of blue.

“On mine,” He answers and you bring your lips back to his own. Bucky’s hands and yours sloppily get rid of his jeans and boxers. He cups your ass, the fabric of your panties twists in his vibranium hand and tears.

You gasp into the kiss, the vein of his cock pressed against you. Being coated in your arousal. The feeling is erotic. Your walls clench in anticipation, clit pulsing with need.

“Feather, I want to take my time, but,” He groans as you shift over him, coating his length as you grind on his cock.

“Don’t, James, please just, want to think of nothing but you, want to feel nothing but you. Please, my muse.”

The deep timber of his moan only fuels the fire of your need. Hands grip your waist, you lift yourself, his cock now in your hand as you help him in guiding you over him.

Slowly he helps you sink down on him. You close your eyes as the stretch stings.

“So good Feather, oh baby you feel that? The way you stretch so pretty around me?” Bucky groans, lifting you back up then having you sink down further.

Despite the stretch the pleasure begins taking over as Bucky guides you to ride him. Your hands on his chest, right below his collar bones. Nails digging in as you increase your pace and alter between grinding on him.

Bucky’s kiss bitten lips are parted, sweat slicked skin and an ethereal glow. Thin azure watches you drinking you in, the way you are a goddess above him. Oh he would worship you. He will.

The coil tightens in your belly when Bucky’s thumb begins to circle your clit, your nails rake down his chest. You want him to cum with you. Bucky wants you to make a mess on him first.

“Lean over, Feather.” You follow what he says, his stubble grazes your breasts, mouth then finding your nipples and then sucking on them. Your walls squeeze his cock.

“Oh you fucking love that don’t you?”

You only give a high pitched keen as he does it again.

“James— close–,” You moan again at the way he’s causing you to unravel for him.

“You want to know something, Feather?” He says out of breath, fuck he wouldn’t last long with the way you’re wrapped around him. Your walls are spasming, aching to milk him for everything he has to give you.

“Bucky–,” Your head is thrown back at a deeper thrust against a spot, “James–,” You’re calling to him, needing him to ground you. To lift you up. Need him. Your hands move to his shoulders.

“Feather,” Bucky seeks you out before the white hot pleasure begins to take over. He loves how his names are a moulded prayer from your lips, you’re ethereal. He watches the droplet of sweat roll down your body, between the valley of your breasts. He reaches up, tongue capturing the droplet, tracing its path to your throat.

You respond with a moan, everything is just him, touch, sight, scent, taste.

“You’re my muse, baby.” He says the words and you moan louder, the coil snapping as your back arches.

“You’re my muse.” He repeats as your hand intertwines with his, your lips reaching for his, your walls spasm tightening around him. Bucky’s moans are a prayer to you right onto your tongue.

You take him so well, as he fills you up. The primal part of him is loving how you sink down deeper. Aftershocks run through you and him. Panting filling the room. The kiss broke apart. Bucky sits up slowly, still inside you.

“James.” You cry out for him.

“Shh, shh, I got you, I’ve got you.” His hand soothes your hair, he manoeuvres the two of you to lay sideways on the large sectional. Still connected to you.

Your skin is thrumming with Bucky all over you. Kisses, praises, soothing touches. This wasn’t physically exhausting. The emotional aspect taking the two of you under.

You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, your fingers rubbing soft circles through his hair.

“I love you.” You rasp. He kisses your head.

“I love you.” He places another kiss.

“You are my muse.” He repeats, your walls clench around him.

“I–,”

“If you try to dispute my declaration I will be very angry.” Bucky warns, a light spank to your asscheek.

“I wasn’t–,”

“Feather.”

“Fine. Maybe. I won’t now okay? I believe you.”

“Good girl.” He says then moans feeling you clench around him, “Fuck.”

“Sorry,” You bite his collarbone playfully, “I have a lot of um, kinks.”

“So do I, we’re facilitating one of them.” He squeezes your side.

“Breeding?” You’re answered with a twitch of his cock and a light thrust.

“We have a lot to discover, Feather. Your blog had quite a bit of insight.” He teases.

“Oh god, what did you read?” You’re never looking at him again.

“Kinktober was fun to read.” He giggles, actually fucking giggles.

“James.” You whine.

“Overstimulation is something I want to explore. Didn’t like how you wrote it with Steve’s character.”

“Hey, Ari is a six foot four bear, we love him.” You defend, looking up at him.

He rolls his eyes, “I’m more cuddly than Steve.”

“Not more than Ari.” You tease, loving how it was riling him up.

“We’re trying overstimulation now. I need you to forget everything but me.” He narrows his eyes, fingers tweaking your nipple in warning.

“James.” You warn.

“Sit on my face?” He counters, “Wanna know how you taste marked as mine.”

“Insatiable.” You kiss his jaw.

“Only for you.” He says, smiling and kissing your forehead.

Present.

Bucky looks up at you from their corner, sending a beaming smile your way. Pulling you out of your thoughts, you shift in your seat. Your thoughts had gone to the smuttier side.

Your boyfriend raises a brow, you have a look on your face. One he recognises and then he smirks cockily.

You look back down at your phone, avoiding his darkeing gaze and the way your cheeks heat you might just start a fire.

From: Yelena Belova

-Forwarded from HYDRA Publications-

Dear Ms. Y/L/N,

This email is in regards to your attendance to the literary festival. We would like to inform you that your upcoming release shall be announced at the fest before your signing and interaction time.

We hope to have your manuscript reach us at the earliest.

Ecstatic to work with you as always.

Best Regards,

Gideon Malick

Editor In Chief

HYDRA Publications

-End of Forward-

Y/N,

I hope you have the last few chapters only remaining.

-Yelena

You reply to the email, attaching the completed chapters file, password protecting it.

From Y/N:

Hey Yelena,

Thanks for letting me know, I have about 4 chapters to go well, 2 and a half.

Should have it reach you by this weekend, sending you chapters one through twenty six.

Thanks,

Y/N.

“Y/N?” You look up and Ace is standing in front of you.

“Hey.” You smile at them.

“Hey, could you run lines with me? It's for the scene where they have to pack in stealth mode and are having banter.”

Your eyes move to Natasha, she’s talking to Maria.

“I cleared it with Natasha.” They add, you nod. Putting your phone away then following Ace onto set.

The suitcase is placed in the centre clothes strewn across the floor.

Bucky, Steve and Loki pause what they are doing. Choosing to watch the scene instead.

“So the whole finding appropriate clothes and all I want to pack for you are skimpy clothes.” Ace laughs holding a piece of lingerie up.

You laugh, “When I wrote that I didn’t realise it would ever be in a movie.”

Bucky smiles seeing you from afar.

“Damn you’re in love.” Steve comments, voice low.

“How can he not be?” Loki adds.

“I want forever with her.” Bucky blurts before his eyes widen.

Loki grins, grabbing him by the shoulders, “I call dibs on best man.”

Steve gives a knowing smile, “So you found her then?”

Loki pauses as Steve’s words register.

“Wait, you were serious about leaving the industry?” Loki whispers, they watch Wanda sneakily filming the scenes of Ace and you laughing and behaving as though bantering best of friends.

“She’s a natural.” Steve comments.

“She is, we haven’t told her yet.” Bucky reminds.

“No wait, Bucky.” Loki blinks several times.

“I will. I meant what I said, plus I’ve earned enough to keep my family and well future family happy and invested well enough for security. I was always going to leave acting once I found my ‘the one’.” He smiles at his best friend.

Loki looks towards you once again, then back at his best friend,“I believe wholeheartedly you both are going to be very happy.” He says making Bucky beam brightly.

Steve pats Bucky’s shoulder, “Happy for you buddy.”

Dolores walks in and you move towards where the three are standing. The men all have beaming smiles. Loki and Steve are looking at you with almost glassy eyes.

“Uh?” You look at them then at Bucky.

“They’re just emotional over the script.” He explains, raising his hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch lingers, you lean into his fingertips.

“My heart.” Loki says, you look at him with your nose scrunched in confusion.

“Why do you sound like me when I gush over book couples?” You ask, Steve laughs, little did you know.

Loki just envelopes you in a hug. Your arms wrap around him, “You okay buddy?”

“I’m just simply happy to have you in my life.” He says, your heart warms.

“I’m happy you’re in my life too, Lokes.”

Natasha calls everyone into their places and the lights are adjusted. Loki pulls away from the hug.

Bucky wraps his arm around you pulling you to his chest and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Placing a kiss to your skin. You bite your lip to not giggle.

“I love you.” He whispers.

“I love you too.” You whisper.

“Action!” Natasha’s voice has all of you turn and watch the scene acted out as you had moments before.

Two days later your last page of the manuscript reads ‘The End’ in a cursive font. You pulled all nighters while Bucky had to go out of state for a photoshoot and interview. His flight would be landing in the morning. You were aching to have him back in your arms.

Emailing the ‘as much as you could edit’ manuscript to Yelena you sigh, then decide on sending the file to Bucky as well. You close your laptop lid very happily. The book was the trainwreck you wanted it to be. Alpine curls up on your stomach the warmth from your laptop having your clothes heated just right for her. Her chirps of protest when you try to move have you sit that way for fifteen minutes before she looks up at you with her little cute blue eyes.

Your mom’s asleep as you hold Alpine and move around checking everything and securing the door. Deciding on a snack you head back to the couch. Alpine’s liquid treat emptied into her bowl. The TV is showing some home improvement show to fill in the silence. You watch it for a few minutes till your snack is done.

Alpine curls near your feet, checking the time it’s four a.m.. Slowly sleep begins to pull at you. Exhaustion crashing in, you decide to sleep on the small sofa in your mom’s room. As the caffeine wears off, you want to be within hearing distance of her.

Incessant knocking opens pulls you out of your dancing along the edge of sleep. You blink thinking it is your imagination, your phone tells you it's just four fifteen. The knocking comes in again. You grab your phone, and the baseball bat from behind the coat rack.

911 is pressed ready to be called, you check the peephole.

“Fucking hell?” You want to go back to sleep. You can’t with this shit. Were you dreaming?

“Open up.” The visitor urges, knocking again.

Alpine hisses, her tail puffed up. Ears twitching. You undo the bolts and allow the hood clad figure to slip in, she pushes her hood down. Red hair falling out of the ponytail.

Alpine hisses again at Dolores.

“Oh please, I didn’t like you either.” She mumbles to the cat.

“Don’t talk to her like that.” You warn.

“Fine, now, listen. I think we can help each other.” She says grinning, opening a small bottle of liquor.

“Uh… Do you need to always keep drinking?” You ask, wondering how deep of an issue it is for Dolores.

“Thank fuck it’s just alcohol and not drugs, those would make me age horribly. Never do drugs, recreational weed is okay.” Dolores sits on the couch. You blink at her, then down at Alpine who still glares at Dolores.

“She never approved of me for her dad.” Dolores narrows her eyes at the furball that you adore.

“Okay, can you get to the point? Why are you here at this godforsaken early hour?” You ask, watching as she downs the mini bottle without flinching at the taste.

“I want to take Alexander down.” She says casually.

“I don’t think I’m the right person–,”

“So four or five weeks ago, he didn’t call you under false pretences to a meeting and he doesn’t have compromising photos of you? Nor does he threaten you with those pictures and possibly pictures he has of other people you care about?” She raises a brow.

You remain quiet, “Keep your voice down, I don’t want my mother knowing any of this.”

Dot presses her index finger to her lips.

“Now, are you an illegal gal or legal gal? Your books scream morally grey but I think you’re real uptight in the real world aren’t you?” She giggles.

“Dolores.” You warn.

“Answer the question, little miss writer.” She urges, leaning forwards, her chin resting on her palm.

You swallow, what the fuck was going on?

“Why are you asking? Do you have multiple routes to go about this revenge plot of yours? Also why me? I’m not the apocalypse of his privileged life.” You cross your arms, the bat still in your hands.

Dolores shakes her head, “Nah, nah, baby girl. I’m the main attraction here, you’re going to be the first domino.”

“Dolores, I cannot help you–,”

“I was paired with Bucky once, for PR. About three or four years ago. He did the mistake most of us do, falling in love.” She retrieves another bottle from her purse.

“Dot… Would you prefer tea… or anything else?”

“Know what, get me coffee? Please, black no sugar?” She puts the bottle back.

You bring a mug and the brewed jar, pouring it for her. She waits for a moment then pours the vodka into it.

You stare at her blankly.

“As I was saying, Bucky fell in love. I wasn’t, I knew this industry well enough. Nepotism baby you must know this, so I knew falling in love was all surface level bullshit. Everyone cheats at some point. Not those two best friends though. Steve and Bucky, god what a pair.” She sighs then hums while taking a sip of coffee.

“Alexander had basically groomed me, earlier on, it was not ugly at that point he was careful. Just praises here and there. Promises of bright futures and fame. Then when I debuted it started, he was giving me drinks, drugs, and the photos. What man I’d pretend to date. While behind closed doors he’d dote on me, for the longest time I thought he loved me.” she stares at the dark liquid.

“When I was PR paired with Bucky, I was in love with Brock. He hates Alexander but tolerates him. Imagine your own uncle coerces you and has life ruining material on you.” She looks up at you.

“Brock is a victim too?” You can’t fathom, pouring yourself coffee in your empty water glass.

“Yes, he is. Bucky walked in on Brock and I. I won't lie, I slept with Bucky too. I had to keep him hooked. That man can act fucking well but when it comes to PR? It's like he cannot pretend.” She snorts out a laugh.

You wince, their PR sure had you fooled, the kisses, looks of longing, and dates. You shake your head, snapping out of it.

“So we had a public messy break up, I moved on with Brock. Then Alexander broke us up. He took away the one person I loved and the one person that loved me back.”

“I’m sorry that happened–,”

“I don’t want your pity.” She glares at you, “I want your help to expose him.”

“He has–,”

“I know what he has, I know how to bypass a lot of it. We’re sleeping together right now. How do you think he got convinced to take me back for your movie adaptation?” She rolls her eyes.

“Now you’re wondering ‘how can I trust Dot’?” She verbalises the burning question.

“Same way I trust anyone else.” You answer, she tilts her head curiously, “Hope for them not to fuck me over.” You smile at her.

“Damn do you ever stop writing?” She runs her fingers through her hair.

It’s your turn to laugh.

“Well, here is to two women who have been fucked over multiple times, trusting eachother not to fuck the other over.” She raises her cup, you raise your glass of coffee.

“Now, what can I do that will make your trust solidify further?” She requests, you purse your lips.

‘Anytime, any day, we’re available, just call the secure line.’ Scott magically produces a card.

“There are two people I want you to meet.” You open the contact on your phone.

“Nice socialising. Didn’t peg that for you.” She sips on her coffee.

The line rings twice, you hear the click.

“Y/N? Is everything okay? Are you in danger?” Scott asks, he sounds like he wasn’t sleeping.

“I’m not but I hope I didn’t wake you?” You wince remembering the still early time.

“No you didn’t, training starts early, what's up?” you hear a sizzle across the line. He was cooking.

“I have someone who is willing to aid our cause.” You look at Dot as she uses the remote to flip through the channels on mute.

“Is she represented by Murdock and Barber?” Scott asks, shit you forgot about that.

“She is,”

“Is she?” Scott catches the waiver of your voice.

“Scott, it's too early for me…” You huff.

“Call Murdock and Barber and then call me back, this line doesn’t keep call records.” He flips the pancakes with ease.

“Thank you.” you cut the call and immediately dial Andy’s number.

“Y/N?” Andy’s voice is full of concern.

“How is everyone awake?” You stare at your watch, were you doing something wrong?

“I was actually awake the whole night, is everything okay?” He questions, using his other phone to message Matt.

“I um, can you take on a client?” You ask, fiddling with your sleeve.

“Who is the client?” He questions, opening the contract draft.

“Dolores…” You say, there is silence on the other line.

“Why?” He questions.

“She wants to take down Alexander, she knows about my pictures… Scott said to have her signed before she’s called in…” you wince hearing his curse.

“You called Scott? Before either Matt or I?” He almost yells.

“It's.. I haven’t slept in two days, okay the book took out more than I expected, alright?” You reason.

Andy pinches the bridge of his nose, “I’m sending you a document, ask Dolores to sign every page. Then let me call Scott.”

“Okay, I’m sorry about the whole…”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll take care of it. Are you sure we can trust her?”

You stay silent.

“Answer yes or no.” He prompts.

“I’d be careful.” You respond.

“Alright, don’t tell her anything. Say all you know is your lawyers are finding a way.” He advises.

“Okay.”

“And Y/N?” Andy sighs, “Please tell them about your plan today.”

“I will, I’ve called them over to explain everything. Matt and you be there too okay?”

“We will.” He smiles then bids you goodbye.

You send over the signed documents by email to Andy. Dolores passes out on the triple seater, you curl up on the single seater sofa. Alpine curls up next to your head.

Sleep slowly finds you and for once your dreams show happy glimpses and Bucky is in all of them, right next to you. Stroking his thumb over your index finger, over his favourite tattoo.

You avoid Yelena’s scrutinising gaze and look at everyone else. Steve looks at his twin.

“You knew?” He asks, Andy nods.

“I found–,” Andy huffs as Matt elbows him in the ribs, “We found the loophole.” He corrects.

“Feather, are you sure about this?” Bucky looks up from the manuscript draft you had printed and given him. The book was difficult to read not because it was heavy on topics or anything but because it… it was… well. Bucky swallows the lump in his throat.

“This is utter garbage even for you.” Yelena says stealing his words, “Your bullshit at least was better!”

“It has to be rubbish, if you approve it and we send it very close to the dates they may send it for printing sooner.” You defend.

“It isn’t rubbish… it has good scenes but…” Bucky sighs, he hated to see what you were forced to do.

“There is no other way?” Yelena looks at the lawyers.

“If her sales tank and reviews tank below 2.5 stars for three months post release consecutively then they have to let her go from their roster.” Matt recounts.

“What if people still like it? Dedicated fans won’t stop.” Steve shakes his head, he knew from experience there were people who support every venture. Good or pathetic.

“If we leak the book the night before release. Multiple times, it would hurt physical sales.” You add, “Also no pre ordering, opening two weeks physical books only. We’re using their own clause against them.”

“So what, we're going to email everyone on your newsletter list the leaked copy?” Yelena takes a sip of her drink. She hums, it would help the cause to get you out.

“Yes, we’re going to orchestrate a hacking, the link will lead everyone to the full book instead of a snippet.” You explain.

“Why are you ruining your skill and talent?” Steve rubs a hand tiredly across his face, he turns to Bucky.

Bucky is still looking at you, “You do know this will even hurt your next book, you may be labelled irredeemable. You may not be signed to another publication house, you may not get deals. Have you thought about this?”

Your lips press into a thin line, eyes locked with stormy blues, “It's my only way out of HYDRA’s contract. I can’t have them, I can’t have him hold my work over my head amongst other things.”

“Her quality dwindling can be handled by calling it a difficult year.” Yelena says, Sam nods.

“It would prevent future losses. Even if she decides to go the indie author way.” Sam adds, then looks at Bucky.

“Talk to her.” Steve whispers. Bucky nods.

“Can we speak privately?” He looks at you.

“Yeah…” your nervous fidgeting begins,

Bucky grasps your hand as he makes his way over to you. Leading you to your room.

He closes the door, he takes a deep breath while rubbing circles onto your palms with his thumbs.

“James?” You ask, “Do you not agree?”

“I need to tell you something, I know we haven’t disclosed our relationship publicly, yet. We know how deep our feelings run. You know my fucked up past and yet you chose to see me as I am, I’m grateful that, I am grateful for you.” He pauses, vibranium palm cupping your cheek,

“You mean so much to me.”

“I know this might be too much too soon. However I had thought about it a long time ago. Way before the accident took my arm.” He sighs, gathering courage.

The palm he left, you rest right above his heart. His chest moves with each breath.

“Tell me, I’m here to listen.” You assure him, he gives you a small smile.

“I had decided a long time ago, I would leave filming when I found someone I saw my future with,” he allows you to absorb his words.

“Are you proposing?” You blurt, Bucky laughs.

“Not yet, Feather. You deserve a much, much better way and also I’d be on my knees.” He kisses your forehead.

“What I’m trying to say is, I see a future with you and I believe in a future with you. A future in which I can and will take care of you. No matter the repercussions of the decision you’ve taken, I’m going to be there for you.” He promises.

You understand now, “Thank you. I,” you want to tell him so much.

“Feather, you don’t have to say anything.” He strokes your cheek.

“Winnie’s at sunset, I’ll say yes.” Is what you choose to say to him.

Bucky’s brows furrow then his eyes widen, lips parted followed by a megawatt smile gracing his features. You giggle.

Bucky lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist. His lips on yours, laughter slipping in between, Bucky leads you to your bed, walking backwards.

He sits down, with you straddling his hips, knees on either side of him. He peppers your face with kisses. Amongst your happy laughter and his, the moment wraps around the two of you.

Bucky cups your face, the kisses shared now slow and languid, so full of love.

“I don’t know how you knew I’d propose to you only at Winnie’s.” He chuckles, your fingers running through his hair.

“After seeing that view, I don’t think anywhere else compares honestly.” You kiss his jaw.

Bucky can’t stop smiling nor can you, hearts so very happy and full.

HEADLINES:

Who Is Bucky Barnes’ Reason To Blush? We Asked Him About Love and He Shyly Said He Is In Love Currently.

Fans Losing Their Minds Over Who Could Have Bucky Barnes’ Heart.

Fans Shipping Actor and Author Duo As They Are Spotted Dancing Around During Dinner Outing With Friends

Steve Rogers Signed With Hugo Boss, Here Are The Steamy Pictures

Are They Back Together? Bucky Barnes Comes Out To Support Ex Pal Steve Rogers At Literature Fest

Author Y/N Shares Snippet of Book At Name Unveil, Everyone Waiting Eagerly

HYDRA Acquires Media Rights Of Fourth Book By Author In Tandem With Launch.

A.N.: its about time feather and bucky like did it, also what are you guys thinking about Dolores' change of heart???? Also i wanna apologise for delaying the update, i had a nasty comment come in on one of my one shots and that derailed me as i was writing this chapter. anyways i have decided that im not going to let rude people get me down,

also i will be travelling next saturday for two weeks so i will queue the update, so if you don't want to miss it let me tag you because i won't be able to attach the link to this update or the masterlist for atleast six days

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Various Wrestlers, Actors x Fem Reader- "Sometimes A Fantasy"

You have many fantasies that can come true, but the problem is some of the men in these fantasies can't be with you because they don't look like how they used to and these men were in alternate wrestling companies where they weren't allowed to be in the wrestling company you're currently in.

One fantasy that you have is playing strip poker with Shawn Michaels in 1997, late 1997/early 1998 DX era Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Scott Hall from WCW, Chris Jericho when he had long hair and no facial hair, Nova from ECW (when he doesn't have black marker drawn on his face and blue face paint), Tommy Rogers from the Fantastics, Leif Cassidy when his hair looks good and doesn't have a handlebar moustache, Brian Pillman in 1996, Sam Houston during the 1990's (he's Jake "The Snake" Roberts' half brother), and maybe even Don Johnson from "Miami Vice" in the late 1980's (or early 1970's) and John Ritter during his "Three's Company" days when he'd have long hair.

Although, you're unsure whether or not if Tommy Rogers should look like how he did in his late 1990's ECW run or during his late 1980's Fantastics days.

There are other men---mostly wrestlers---you could invite to this strip poker game, like Raven from ECW and WCW, Jim Powers from WCW, Jerry Lynn during his late 1997/early 1998 ECW run, Billy Gunn in 1997, and Val Venis/Sean Morley, etc. before he cut his hair.

Maybe you can even have some older pro wrestlers from the past in this fantasy, like Rowdy Roddy Piper in the late 1980's and early 1990's when he had long hair (and in this fantasy, he looks like how he looked on his appearance on "The Super Mario Brothers Super Show"), Michael "P.S." Hayes in the early 80's before he grew facial hair, and Terry Taylor during the 1980's.

The possibilities are endless.

During this fantasy, you're dressed in some outfit standing near a table while these aforementioned wrestlers are circling around that table playing strip poker.

Shawn, Triple H, Christian Cage and just all about all of these listed men all have their long hair hanging down because they look so good with their hair down.

I don't know how to play strip poker, I've never played it myself, but this strip poker fantasy involves you shedding out of your clothes, where those listed male wrestlers happily leer and stare at you as you undress, and underneath your outfit you reveal you're wearing one of those silky vintage teddies that's a mixture of a chemise and short shorts attached---similar to the teddies women on "Three's Company" wore---and then eventually you shed that teddy off of yourself until you're completely naked.

Of course some of those other male wrestlers take their clothes off during strip poker.

Your strip poker fantasy is similar to that infamous moment in the year 2000 where Test and Albert played strip poker with Trish Stratus and APA, where Trish removed her clothes until she was naked.

You'd actually rather wear a silky vintage teddy rather than just wear some outfit covering it in this fantasy.

You've played strip poker with many male professional wrestlers---Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Triple H, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Brian Pillman, Tommy Rogers, Christian Cage, Sean Morley/Val Venis, Leif Cassidy, Chris Jericho, Scott Hall, etc.

In fact, you have fulfilled your dream of playing strip poker with some of these men, which includes you walking around this circle as these men play and removing your clothes until you're wearing a teddy and then taking your teddy off to reveal you're stark naked.

You even played strip poker in the ring with Shawn Michaels and Triple H on "Monday Night Raw" at the end of 1997.

But...when you played strip poker sometimes in 1997 with Shawn, Hunter, Rob, Jeff, Tommy, Brian, etc., Scott Hall wasn't there, Chris Jericho wasn't there, Nova from ECW wasn't there, Leif Cassidy wasn't there.

There also have been times you've played strip poker where you've held cards.

Should certain male wrestlers like Scott Hall be in this strip poker fantasy of yours?

He's definitely sexy.

If this fantasy was real, it would be a lot of people playing strip poker.

Speaking of men staring at you, one fantasy you have is you strutting to the ring in the WWF.

As you strut to the ring dressed in some sexy outfit--like Sunny's outfit she wore on "Monday Night Raw" at the beginning of 1997 when she arm wrestled Marlena---Shawn Michaels circa 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley or late 1997/early 1998 Triple H, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Scott Hall, Nova from ECW (likewise, when he doesn't have facial hair, black marker drawn on his face and even a blue diamond painted over one of his eyes), Chris Jericho with long hair and without facial hair, Leif Cassidy when his hair looks good and doesn't have a handlebar moustache, late 1980's Tommy Rogers (or late 1990's), Michael P.S. Hayes in the early 80's, Roddy Piper in the late 80's and early 90's when he had long hair (and his long hair actually looked good and he didn't have bangs), Jim Powers from WCW, and Terry Taylor in the 80's.

Each of those men all look good in this fantasy, Shawn, Triple H/Hunter, Christian Cage, etc. all letting their long hair hang down.

You've thought of adding more men, like Raven from ECW and WCW, ECW's Stevie Richards in 1996, and Jerry Lynn at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998.

But are some of these wrestlers you aren't sure if they're handsome enough.

There aren't just male wrestlers in this audience, some other men in the audience include John Ritter during the late 1970's and early 1980's (when he doesn't have short hair), Don Johnson from "Miami Vice" in the late 1980's (and maybe the early 1970's), maybe 90's MTV VJ John Sencio, and Richard Tyson in the movie "3 O'Clock High".

There's other men that could be added there, like some male porn stars like Biff Malibu, Jay Serling in the 80's (when his hair is long and he doesn't have facial hair) and Gerry Pike

Either way, these listed men are in the audience as you're strutting down to the ring, some of these men are even standing front row.

While you stroll down to the ring as your entrance music plays, blowing some of these men kisses and waving at them with one of your hands, these aforementioned men are holding their barenaked penises out of their pants and masturbating them, where these men are jerking off to you.

Many of these men are happily cheering for you and giving you those corny "wolf whistles" as they're called.

But you care more about them masturbating to you.

When you walk up the little stairs to the ring, you show yourself off as you're standing in the ring, basically practically acting like Sunny.

You're holding on to the top rope and leaning your head back while your eyes are gazing at these men masturbating to you.

Your inspiration for having these men masturbate to you came from reading about how the 1970's all female rock band the Runaways had hype that men were masturbating to them in the front row, as well as how men in the audience masturbated to female burlesque performers in the 1930's and 1940's.

You actually have acted out your fantasy by lining up Shawn, Hunter/Triple H, Jeff, Rob, Tommy, Christian Cage, Brian Pillman, Leif Cassidy, etc. in the front row as you strut down to the ring and flirt with these men watching front row as those aforementioned wrestlers cheer and masturbate to you.

But likewise, when you acted out this fantasy, there were men in the audience that weren't there, including some male actors.

Here's the last fantasy you have, which I hope you people won't find problematic.

One fantasy you have involves you dressed up in a school cheerleader uniform, and as you're wearing this uniform, you stroll to the boys' locker room and enter it.

Inside this locker room is Don Johnson during the 1970's when he had long hair (and doesn't have facial hair), Jeff Hardy in the late 1990's (although even in the year 2000 is good as well), Leif Cassidy in 1996 (when he doesn't have a handlebar moustache), Sam Houston during the 1990's, Chris Jericho when he doesn't have facial hair and long hair, Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High", Raven from ECW and WCW, Christian Cage with long hair, Nova from ECW (without the facial hair he had in the year 2000 and beard and glasses drawn with sharpie marker), and even wrestlers like Hunter Hearst Helmsley/late 1997 and early 1998 Triple H, Shawn Michaels in 1997, Brian Pillman in 1996, Rob Van Dam, and maybe even Scott Hall and Tommy Rogers during his late 1980's Fantastics days.

When you're inside this locker room, these aforementioned men are all standing and crowding in front of the lockers, and these men's eyes are all turned to you once you enter the room.

Their faces light up and they greet you as you enter the room.

You walk closer to them with a grin on your face, and you know how horny teenage boys can get.

While some of these men don't really look like teenagers in this fantasy, you're letting these men roleplay as teenage boys.

And some of them really do look like teenagers.

Because teen boys are so horny, you stand in front of these men where you hook your thumbs under your top, and you pull and raise your top up and expose your barenaked breasts to them, where these men all stare at and ravel at your bare chest.

Their eyes are hooked to your tits and won't look away.

Many of them are even cheering.

They wish they could have teen girls in the locker room, but that would drive their hormones wild.

Why do you think teen girls can't dress provocatively at school?

There are other outfits out there that you could wear to entice these men, like dressing as a naughty schoolgirl.

You have roleplayed this fantasy where you've invited male wrestlers like Hunter/Triple H, Shawn, Leif Cassidy (before he grew a handlebar moustache), Rob, Jeff Hardy, Raven, Christian Cage, Nova, etc. to a locker room where they stand in front of the lockers and you walk in dressed as a naughty schoolgirl or cheerleader while they roleplay as horny teen boys, where of course you raise your top up and flash them, and this fantasy ends with you having sex with these men in the showers.

But there were many men that weren't in this scenario because they were too young (the Young Bucks), they don't look like they used to look like (Don Johnson) and they were in other wrestling companies (Scott Hall).

You would have some current male wrestlers in these fantasies, like Adam Page, Dean Ambrose in the 2010's, Adam Cole in the early 2010's and the Young Bucks before they grew facial hair.

But these wrestlers were too young when these fantasies were set.

Adam Page, the Young Bucks and Dean Ambrose were underage young boys in the 1990's.

#wwf #ecw #wcw #fantasies #don johnson #shawn michaels #hunter hearst helmsley #triple h #jeff hardy #christian cage #scott hall #nova #rob van dam #john ritter

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matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl · 2 years ago

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Just The Two Of Us - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

Summary: Roger and the reader go on a little getaway to a cottage. that's it. Very fluffy.

Warnings/content: minimal swearing, smut, mention of kinks/sexual experimenting(dom/sub, spanking, orgasm denial, etc - does not go into detail), vaginal sex, fluff, mention of insecurity

Word count: 3.1k

Roger was always the vacation type. He loved going to tropical places, or at least places that were sunnier than London. He would sometimes spend hours sunbathing. He once made the mistake of tanning in leather pants and you teased him ruthlessly until the tan line faded. He was a tourist at heart, even if he tried to act like a local. Luckily for him, his career allowed lots of travelling.

Roger had declared that this vacation was going to be different. You weren't exactly sure in what aspect, but nevertheless, you were still over the moon.

You rest your head against Rogers shoulder as he drove. You had been driving for hours, and by now you were in a forest and miles away from the nearest convenience store. He had you on map control, but you were still confused. “Are we there yet?” you ask like an impatient child. “Actually, yes,” Roger says with a laugh.

You hear as the pattern becomes different. The car shakes ever so slightly as Roger turns into a gravel road. “Ah ha!” he grins. “Knew we’d find it,” he hummed confidently. You sit up straight to get a better view of your surroundings. “And… what exactly is it?”

Roger slows down as he reaches a small house at the end of the road. “This,” he says proudly. You look out through the windshield and are greeted by a humble farmhouse-like cabin that was covered in flowers and vegetation. You always had a liking for older buildings like this.

“Oh, Rog, I love it!” you smile and give him a kiss. “I knew you would,” he hums.

The interior lived up to the outside, and maybe even topped it. Every room had exposed beams that were stained dark brown. The walls were a plaster substance, making the texture pop out as the natural sunlight hit it through the muntin windows. You were practically squealing with excitement as you toured through each room.

Roger joined you in the middle of the room you were currently in. The hardwood floor creaked slightly as he walked over. The little imperfection added to your love for the cabin.

“This is much better than a resort,” you say as Roger's hands wrap around your waist and your arms meet up around his neck. “I’d say,” he hums. “We’ve got the whole thing to ourselves, just the two of us. No other tourists, no workers. And, most importantly,” His hand slowly slides down to cup the curve of your bum, “No fans,”

Roger loved the fans, of course, but his main focus was his number one fan, you.

“Oh shut up,” you laugh. You stretch up to meet his lips in a warm kiss. You feel his hands run up and down your right side and your back. His touch was insufferable. His arms wrap around your waist, squeezing you which rewards him with one of your heavenly laughs.

Roger picks you up and spun you around, the creak becoming louder with both of your weights under it. You kick your legs as Roger peppers kisses onto the side of your face and neck. You giggle from the tickles of his lips. You were always so ticklish and Roger used that to his advantage every chance he got.

You plead with him to stop as your chest tightens but he only replies with teases of “stop what?” and “I’m not doing anything!”

God, you hated him.

Roger eventually stopped the torture and you could finally gasp for some air. “I hate you!” you laugh breathily as your chest heaves. “I love you, too,” Roger grins in his cockiest voice before he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead.

After you catch your breath, Roger suggests that you unpack your things. You neatly tuck away your clothes into a rustic dresser in the master bedroom. Roger had to keep bringing your back to reality after you got distracted by all the little details of the room. The bed was a king-size mattress, and Roger eyed you up as he lay sensually on the bed.

“How about we break it in?” he asks with his right eyebrow cocked slightly. You giggle at his suggestion. “We could,” you say as you join him on the neatly made bed. You trace your finger along the embroidered comforter. Your fingertip trails further down the threads before you slowly entangle it into Rogers palm.

“Is that a yes?” he asks as you gently massage his palm. You gaze down at him with a small smile. “It is a yes,” you say. With that quick confirmation, Roger's lips were against yours yet again. He never gave up a chance to be physical with you in any form. He loved to kiss you all over and hear you giggle. If he had to give up his career just to be able to hold you in his arms, he would. No questions asked.

You feel his hands reach up to your cheeks. The pads of his thumbs graze across the peach fuzz of your skin. You shiver from even the slightest contact. He was gentle. He was always so gentle. Unless you asked for him to be rough, then in that case he would seriously fuck you. That mostly happened when you were too horny to think. But you always came back to the meaningful lovemaking.

You slowly push Roger further down onto the bed, and he lies on his back rather than his side. You straddle his hips. He smiles against your lips and you feel his smirk immediately. You couldn't help but smile as well.

“What's got you smiling?” you ask, and Roger lets out a hum-like laugh before he speaks. “Just like having you on top of me,”

You laugh before shutting him up with a kiss. Your hips revert to their instinctive motion as they begin grinding against Rogers lap. You hear a soft grunt vibrate against your lips. Roger always got flustered by the simple movements of your hips. His hands trail down your sides to find your hips where he begins guiding you.

Your mouths open in mutual agreeance. Your tongues slowly begin analyzing the insides of the suitor's mouth. The lewd sound of your mouths felt wrong but was so delightful in the strangest and most unexplainable way possible.

Rogers hands slip under your blouse. His rough and calloused fingers slide across the silk-like material. He migrates his hands to the front where he fumbles with the tiny buttons. He had a longing thirst for you, and these darn pearl buttons were in his way.

You could feel his frustration, so you slowly remove his hands from the hem of your shirt and unbutton it for him. “Fuck- thank you,” he laughs as he takes a moment to breathe. You laugh with him as you unbutton it. You let the silk shirt slide off your shoulders and it falls off the bed.

Roger cups your breasts as they are still encased in your bralette. You always preferred wearing bralettes rather than push-up bras in the warmer months, and Roger wished you wore them all year round. He loved to squeeze and fondle your chest, and your bralettes allowed him to do that even without undressing you fully.

Ultimately, his hands were already attempting to pull it off. He always preferred you in nothing. You tut at him as he gripped the clasp. “You've got me half naked and you're still fully clothed,” you point out, and he lets out a laugh. “Be my guest,” he hums. With his invitation, you pull off his light blue t-shirt and are met with his slightly toned chest. Oh, how you loved his physique. He had muscle, but not too much. He had a pair of strong, broad shoulders, along with a little tummy. And of course, you couldn't forget his cute bum.

You let your hands trace abstract lines down Rogers's chest as you meet his lips yet again for an open mouth kiss. He purred against your lips as chills sent through his body. “Baby…” he whispers longingly. “I need you…”

Your hands reach the top of his jeans. You tug on his belt buckle slightly before carefully undoing it. He hears the familiar sound of his pants unzipping, and he becomes more passionate with the kiss. His cock was almost fully erect by now, you could feel he pushed up against your core each time your crotch ran over his jean-clad length. It was painfully pleasurable.

As you manage to take off his skinny jeans, his hands are back on your bralette again, this time he successfully took it off without any teasing or protests.

You hum as Roger kneads your breasts gently. He fondled and squeezed your chest in such a way that sent shivers all throughout your body. His thumbs teased your nipples, causing them to harden under his fingertip.

You open your eyes to give Roger a slightly confusing gaze as he parts from your lips, leaving them wet, swollen, and missing their partner. His lips wrap around your right nipple, causing you to inhale sharply from the sudden moisture.

“Oh, Rog…” you whisper as your hand comes up to card through his unstyled blonde mop. The pleasure was so close, yet so far away at the same time. “Please, baby,” you beg softly as you gently claw at his boxers.

Roger let out a small chuckle against your skin before he kissed up your chest and gave you a warm, affirming kiss. “Want you to ride me,” he hums as his hands run up and down your jean-covered thighs. Even if he always loved fucking you on top, or slowly making love with you, he could never get enough of the sight of you on top of him, bouncing over and over again desperate for some form of release.

You loved the idea of riding him, but Roger could protest that he loved it more.

“Have to get rid of these first,” you quickly begin to unzip your own jeans and remove yourself from his lap to take them off fully. The only thing holding you back from complete delight was two layers of thin fabric.

The scene was almost comedic. You were both only in your underwear like two virgins not knowing what to do past this point, but you knew what to do. You knew Roger's body so well, as he yours. You knew each and every vein you had to touch to make him moan in pleasure, and you knew every little place to kiss and caress to make him hard as a rock.

Likewise, he knew just the right speed to lick your little pussy, and how to curve his fingers just right to make your orgasm all over his digits.

Roger wastes no time as his thumb begins slowly rubbing over your clothed clit. A small wet spot was already appearing from your arousal. You whine against his lips as he pushes against your sensitive little clit.

“Please…” you beg. A smirk tugs its way onto Roger's lips “What?” he laughs. You take his hand and bring it up to your mouth, placing gentle kisses along his knuckles. “I know you want this just as much as I do,” you squeeze your legs around him tighter, causing a slight groan from him.

“It's so hard to resist you, Y/N,”

“So don’t resist,”

Your panties were now off. Roger snatched them before you could toss them onto the ground. He sniffs your arousal off the fabric and he groans from the heavenly smell like the sexual fanatic he was. A matching wet mark appeared on his boxers. You both knew he wasn't going to last too long.

You quickly peel back his boxers and slip them down his legs and off his ankles. His cock was hard and ready for your entrance. Now, completely naked, Roger reaches up to kiss you hungrily. “Fuck- ride me, baby. I wanna watch you fuck yourself with my cock…” he growled into your ear.

You whine at the phrase. You needed him. You needed him more than you needed anything. You grasp his cock, pumping him slowly as you lube his length with your own arousal. Lube wasn't needed, that's how wet you were.

You hear Roger whimper from your wetness on his sensitive cock. “Fuck me, baby. Please…” he begged softly. He was so needy at times. You loved when he begged. You had experimented with submission and domination before. Roger loved having control over you, but of course, was always cautious. He loved it even more when you were in control of him.

Roger often read kinky magazines and brought a new idea up to you when he found one that interested him. He enjoyed spanking you, and sometimes he would tie you up. He never got too extreme out of fear of hurting you. He always made sure you knew your safe word.

Of course, he has had his fair share of being submissive, as well. You’ve put him in handcuffs before and tried a bit of orgasm denial. He always looked so cute with his big blue eyes staring back at you, begging for more.

You always felt most connected when things were equal, but you both always end up begging the other for their body.

You align his tip with your entrance, you feel as he gently pulsates against it. He lifts his hips slightly in the hope to enter you, and you reward him by slowly lowering your hips, meeting him halfway.

Roger chokes out an airy groan as he enters you raw. “Oh, baby…” he whispers softly.

You roll your hips against his pelvis, letting out a whine as he fills you completely. “So tight for me, baby girl…” he praises as his hands roam your hips, squeezing every bit of flesh they could grab onto. His head leans back onto the recently fluffed pillow.

He could tell it was stuffed with feathers rather than cotton. Yet again another aspect he knew you would love and go on a little rant about once you noticed.

Roger was engulfed in your heat. He groaned in delight with every subtle movement and flux of your inner walls around him. You were rising to the seventh heaven as you continued to ride Roger's cock. You let out a soft moan, causing Roger to jolt his hips upwards.

“That's it,” he praised softly. “Moan for me, petal…”

You gave him what he wanted, and you moaned once again. You moaned his name, and it was music to his ears.

Roger let out a low moan as he gripped your hips, his knuckles on the verge of going white. “Don't stop, love,” and you don't. There was no way in hell you were stopping.

Your breasts naturally bounced up and down as you rode him. Your right nipple still glistened with Rogers saliva as the natural light hit it. You were at times insecure about your chest, but Roger was always there to comfort and reassure you that there was nothing to be ashamed about.

He constantly gave you kisses and whispered compliments of how much he loved your body. He never gave up the chance to cop a feel, as well. As your relationship grew, you learned to love your body for how it was.

The sweet, sweet release of ecstasy was on the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't reach it, like the hand of your lover ghosting your palm before it abruptly pulled away. A shot of pleasure gets sent through your body like IV fluid being fed into your veins. Your gaze moves down and you see Roger's thumb pressing up against your clit again, rubbing in steady circles.

Your moans instantly increase in volume as Roger's cock continues to disappear inside of you faster and faster. “Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock…”

Your hips shudder from the pleasure, and Roger keeps the pad of his thumb firmly on your clit. You moan in delight, both of you completely bewitched by the elevating pleasure. The bed beneath him ceases to exist as his body and mind swims in euphoria.

The only thing you are able to feel is bliss as you indulge in the serenity and privilege of sexual pleasure. Your hips shake with anticipation as your orgasm grows closer and closer.

Like a tidal wave rushing over the shore, your body transcends to another consciousness. Chills get sent through your bones, skin trembles as you experience your orgasm. You moan Roger's name and cry out for mercy.

Your inner walls flux tightly around Roger's length. “Oh fuck, Y/N!” he moans. Your come coats his cock, and the sight of your white arousal covering him had him done. His come shot inside of you, groaning like a starving animal as he fills you up entirely.

You collapse onto Roger's chest. Your skin was tacky as you lay atop his sweaty chest. It was disgusting, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

“You're amazing…” Roger quietly praised through heavy breaths. “You are, too,” you managed to get out. Roger shook his head with a smile. “You did all the work, petal,” he points out. You let out a small giggle. You suppose he was right.

You slowly lift your hips, releasing Roger from your heat as you both let out a hiss. “Cuddle with me, love,” he hums. You agree and roll over beside him once your breathing has returned to a steady pace. He drapes a quilt over your naked bodies, but the only thing you're able to focus on is Roger's scent.

You always noticed the little things, but you suppose that's what everybody does when they're in love. You could smell his sweet sweat and the remaining cologne on his skin. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck to get a stronger smell, and while you're there you gently kiss his jaw. He always loved your tiny kisses in that area.

Yes, the sex was amazing, but you always looked forward to the loving cuddles and kisses after. Especially after some rough play, Roger was the most loving and gentle man on the planet.

Roger wraps two protective arms around you, holding you tight in a hug. ��I love you, Y/N…” he whispers into your hair.

You smile against his skin. “I love you, too, Roggie…” he blushes at the nickname. If anybody else in the world were to call him that name he would bash their head in, but when he heard it in your soft voice which he loved so dearly to hear, he melted right on the spot every time you said it.

“These pillows are made of feathers,” you observe, and he laughs. “Yes, Y/N. Yes, they are,”

He knew you were going to love this vacation.

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oktobersilver · 2 years ago

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☆Shades of Cool.☆

SUMMARY: Y/N has been working as a stagehand for almost two years, as the years went on, a certain type of tension grew between Y/N and the bassist, John Taylor.

this takes place during their current future past tour

current john taylor x reader

CW: smut, praise kink, breeding kink, slight hair pulling, slight dacryphilia, rough sex

Y/N was working backstage making sure all the lights and speakers were properly working, the band was a couple feet over, right beside the stage entrance.

"Have you all checked to see that your instruments were working properly?" Y/N asked, glancing between the members.

Everyone nodded, but John had forgotten to test his bass, Y/N guided him back to where the sound checking was while the band continued talking.

John plugged in his bass, playing a couple warm up strums to test the sound.

"Does it sound alright? I wanted to make sure the tuning was right." Y/N asked, looking up at the taller man, who admittedly, was extremely attractive, even to this day.

John looked down at you, hesitantly parting his lips as if he was about to speak right before he gave you an answer.

"It sounds great as always Y/N, you're really good at stagehand work, y'know that?" John said in an almost teasing tone at the end. Y/N laughed and smiled at the man, god, did he know just how to turn you on? There was already a bunch of tension to begin with that gradually increased during the almost two years of your job, but he never failed to make you feel flushed.

The rest of the band began walking out on stage, Y/N flashed a smile at John before patting his shoulder as he walked out on stage, following the rest of the band.

The crowd's energetic cheers rang throughout the stadium, followed by Simon's greeting and then the booming beat of Roger's drums, the beginning beat for their hit song 'All of You' off of their recent album, 'Future Past'.

The song was written right as you started working as their stagehand, it always made you think of John, you couldn't help but think about him every time it was performed.

You were watching from backstage, standing in the doorway as John would occasionally shift around on stage, smiling without a care in the world, doing what he loved most.

It warmed your heart to see him so happy, you knew he loved music, everyone knew he did.

You snapped out of it when the booming chorus of the song began to echo throughout the building,

"I want everything, all of what you do"

You felt your heart booming in your chest, John looked at you, holding eye contact with you, tensing his gaze.

"every night, every day, I want all of you."

You kept his gaze, crossing one leg over the other as the chorus passed, John got refocused on what he was previously doing, walking across the stage as the end of the song rang out.

You continued watching, cheering and smiling as hard as you could, you were proud of him, you were proud of everyone collectively.

The remaining hours of the show were resumed, the band soon flooded backstage, everyone congratulated each other and shared a few laughs, you congratulated the bunch and soon began walking to the production room to switch the speakers off.

Y/N entered the room, setting your bag down on the available couch in the room, you began switching off the speakers.

You soon heard the door open from across the room, footsteps followed the creaking of the door.

You looked up, John entered the room with a smile, the door closing behind him.

He sat down on the round couch next to your bag, you looked up at him and smiled, "Oh, hey!" Y/N called out to him.

Y/N got up and sat on the corner cushion, facing John as you examined him from a distance.

God, he really was attractive, and the beginning of that performance still kept playing in your head.

"Y'know, you guys did really well, as always, but this was one hell of a way to kick off your new tour." You admitted, John smiled at you and laughed a bit.

"I was hoping it'd be good, we've all been waiting to start this North American tour for a while, I'm glad we finally got to." John exclaimed.

You fidgeted with the ends of your skirt, pacing your sight from his eyes to his lips, you took note of John's notice as his eyes gazed across your entire body.

"John, I know what you were doing on stage."

The man looked at you with a niche expression, flashing you a half smile.

"Oh really? You're just now noticing?" John teased, he knew exactly how to turn you on.

"Not just noticing, but I definitely noticed what you pulled on stage during that song." Y/N admitted,

"You looked really good too, god, you've always looked good." Y/N uttered.

"Hm?" John asked, standing up to sit beside Y/N, Y/N turned to him and subtly bit down on her lip

"I said, you always look good, John. You're attractive y'know that right?" Y/N said, holding eye contact with the taller man.

"You're being bold aren't you, pretty?" John teased. "You have no fucking clue how badly I've needed you, Y/N."

Y/N slid their hand against his hardening cock as he pulled you onto his lap, his mouth found itself trailing down your neck, his teeth grazing your throat all the way to your collarbone, expelling a sharp and breathy moan from your lips.

"John..." Y/N muttered as you fumbled with his belt, tugging it off of him and tossing it to the ground.

You slid down between his legs, unzipping his jeans and pulling them down his long legs, followed by his briefs.

You pulled his cock to your mouth, wrapping your lips around the width of his tip, trailing your tongue down the entire length of John's dick, causing a low groan to come out of his throat.

John threaded his fingers through the roots of your hair as you blew him, his cock filled your entire mouth as you continued sucking him.

John's moan rang through your ears as he pulled your head up by your hair, forcing you to make eye contact with him.

You wrapped your fingers around his cock, holding eye contact with him as you jerked him off, his moans reeked of lust, only turning you on even more.

"Get up here, now." John demanded, you obeyed as you got beside him, John immediately pulled you into a hot and dirty kiss.

You helped him take your shorts off, tossing them to the side as well as your underwear, you took your shirt off along with your bra.

John enveloped you back into a lust-filled kiss, his hand making his way down to your pussy, moving from your clit down to your entrance, resulting in a gasp like moan.

His fingers curled inside your pussy, hitting your sweet spot every time, his lips trailer down to your shoulder and across your collarbone as he agonizingly teased you.

"Fuck me John, please, I need you." Y/N begged, palming at his cock.

"You want me to fuck you that bad princess? You want me to cum in that pretty pussy that badly?" John teased, as he fixed you to the leather sewn couch.

You nodded, he completely took his briefs and trousers off as he lined his cock up with your pussy.

His hips rocked forwards, filling you up completely as you let out a pornographic moan throughout the entire room, you dug your nails into his back as every inch of his cock slammed into you, evoking lewd noises from both of you.

"Fuck.." John groaned, leaning down to you as he marked all across your collarbone, intertwining both of your hands right beside the sides of your head.

His thrusts became rougher after a period of time, you bit down on your lower lip as you reached your head up, kissing him passionately as the two of you were practically panting in each other's mouths, his tongue invaded your mouth, further bringing you closer to your climax.

His pace still remained the same, if not stronger, tears forming at your waterline as your eyeliner ran and smeared down the sides of your face.

"Aren't you being a good girl for me today, hm?" John praised, hitting every single sweet spot, sending you to begin seeing stars.

You grabbed onto the side of the couch, wrapping your legs around him in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

"You're doing so well for me, sweetheart, you're so beautiful aren't you?" John teased, only adding to your arriving climax

John moaned, his pace got less rhythmic as he began to reach his climax, you could immediately tell as you were close too.

"Cum in me John, please! Fuck me, please John." You cried out, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, passionately kissing him as he released every bit of his climax inside of you, still fucking you as he came.

You came right after, letting out one last raunchy moan.

John looked at you with a lust infused gaze, but also loving, his cum ran out of your pussy, coating your skin.

He cupped the side of your face in his hand, rubbing his thumb along your cheek as he planted a gentle kiss on your lips.

You relished in his touch, he soon got up to get a rag to clean you up, his gentle touch coaxing your skin as if he was unaware of what he just did, he picked your clothes up and helped you get dressed as well as himself before you both headed out the room.

"You have no idea how badly I needed that".

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illfoandillfie · 2 years ago

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Trifle

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Words: 634

Warnings: roger is a bored child lmao

A/N: Short but sweet! this one came about because i’m in charge of one of the desserts for my family’s xmas lunch (i’m not doing a trifle because i don’t like alcohol or cream, two key ingredients lmao) and think any cooking experience would be better with a v cute but slightly annoying bf who’s only there to eat scraps.

“Stop trying to eat my sponge fingers,” you scolded Roger, slapping his hand away, “you can have whatever’s left over but you’ve got to let me make the bloody thing.” “Well you’re the one who’s taken up the kitchen all day making lovely custard and jelly and then telling me I'm not allowed any.” He playfully bumped his hip against yours before turning around and hauling himself to sit up on the kitchen counter. “You can have some in two days at your mum’s place.” Roger poked his tongue out but stopped trying to steal the sponge fingers as you soaked them in sherry and fit them along the base and sides of your trifle bowl. He just watched you work, kicking his legs as they dangled.

But silence had never been Roger’s forte and before long he was talking again, “It’s very impressive.” “I’ve only just started. Most of its not even in the bowl yet.” “No, I mean that you even know how to make a trifle at all.” “It’s not exactly hard,” you shrugged, just throwing layers of things into a big bowl.” “But with homemade custard. And you always get just the right ratios of everything,” You tried to shrug his complements off but couldn’t totally hide how good they made you feel. This dessert was the one thing you’d been asked to bring to Roger’s family Christmas dinner so you wanted it to be good which was why you’d decided to make custard from scratch. It wouldn’t be your first time meeting his family but it would be your first extended trip to visit them – a whole week staying at his mum’s place – so you wanted to impress. And a trifle was how you’d do it. “I used to help nan make them when I was a kid. She’d make a really boozy one for the grownups and then a smaller non-alcoholic one for the kids.” “I think she’d be pretty proud if she saw you making this one. Especially when she saw you being nice to your adoring, complimentary boyfriend by giving him a sponge finger.” You snorted, “Not until I’ve done the second layer of them, I need to make sure I’ve got enough.” “If you let them soak longer they’d be softer and you could squish them out to cover more of the bowl. And then you’d definitely have enough.” “That’s the worst suggestion anyone had ever made. The texture of the sponge fingers is key to a good trifle. If they’re too moist then not even the best custard in the world will save it. Besides there’s more sherry in there than you think, it definitely doesn’t need more. Especially since it’ll have the next two days in the fridge to set and soak up all the flavour.” Roger hummed thoughtfully, “if this is going to be tempting me for two days then I think I should definitely get one now.” You shook your head in exasperation, “You can have the end I broke off one finger to make it fit into the bowl.” Roger looked at the quarter of a finger you held out to him, “Soaked in sherry?” Despite your best efforts you had to laugh, giving the piece a healthy dunk before you handed it over.

Roger took it gleefully and immediately shoved the whole thing into his mouth. “Right, stop distracting me,” You reached for a tea towel to wipe your fingers clean, ready to move on to the next layer. “Can I have another broken off bit?” Roger asked, still chewing the first. “Okay, but only if you start helping me. Can you grab the custard and jelly out of the fridge please?” Roger slipped of the bench, eager to help as you dunked another end piece into the alcohol.”

#my writing #my blurbs #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #(i've been working on my dessert for the last 2 days #it's currently setting in the freezer and i can think of at least 3 things i wish i'd done differently)

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mdittyz123 · 4 years ago

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Roger Taylor Fic Recommendations

Queen/Bohemian Rhapsody Cast Fic Recommendations Masterlist

I've Been Waiting for You Summery: Roger and (Y/N) are caught off guard when she goes into labor. Suddenly their lives are laid before them as they prepare to greet their first child. #dad!roger #mom!reader #pregnancy #baby #birth

Love is Art Prompt: Can I request a soulmate au with 80's Roger? Where when your soulmate draws one their body it appears on your body in the same space and Roger's soulmate is an artist. She likes to draw very intricate and extravagant things on her thighs. One day Roger sees his tour assistant in a skirt with a matching drawing on her thigh. #part 1 of 2 #soulmates au

Best Grandpa Ever Prompt: I was wondering if I could request some grandpa Roger Taylor where the reader is the partner of Rufus and they are pregnant with/ or has a small boy perhaps 1-3 years and Roger is this doting grandpa and the reader has a relationship to Roger as being just like a daughter to him? #rufus taylor x reader #dad!rufus #mom!reader #grandpa!roger #child

Family Roger's wife and kids visit him at the recording studio #dad!roger #mom!reader #children #baby

*We're Not Normal Reader is taken to the hospital when she has difficulty breathing. Roger and reader learn reader is 9 months pregnant and she is in labor. #dad!roger #mom!reader #pregnancy #suprise baby #birthing problems #queen member!reader

Roger Taylor-Freddie's Best Friend Plot: being Freddie’s best friend means supporting him on everything, and being in love with Roger Taylor means suffering in silence, doesn’t it? Maybe a little trip to the fields can change that, but not in the best way. #series #part 1 of 12 #best friends!freddie and reader

Daughter of Roger Taylor So Roger had a daughter and she is the only kid in the group and Freddie is always there to joke and have a good time with her and John always dances with her while playing and Brian always talks to her about different stars(he tries to make it interesting thinking she would be bored but she really did like it). Can you write about what happens one day she is sick and the four take care of her? #dad!roger #daughter!reader #sick #child

Fill in the Blank Summary: Roger cares for the reader, his best friend, who has shown up at his door in the middle of the night, in need of him. #single mom!reader #series #part 1 of 10 #mom!reader #step-dad!roger #pregnancy #new baby #abusive ex #protective!roger #engagment #marriage

The Weight of the World Synopsis: Roger’s got the weight of the world on his shoulders. Or maybe it’s just the drumming.

Ben Hardy x Reader x Roger Taylor Series You, Roger, and Ben have found your soulmates in each other. Queen was founded several years ago, making Ben and Roger nearly the same age. All BxRxR stories and blurbs take place in the same world. #series #part 1 of 36 #chapters #blurbs #headcanon #group text #polyamourous relationship #dad!roger #dad!ben #mom!reader #3-way marriage #puppy #dog

Maverick A writer for a magazine was hired to follow Queen on tour detailing the bands life and their families. #marriage #tour #interview

Out of Time Reader finds herself in the 1970s on her 23rd birthday and bumps into queen in their earlier days. Her and Roger fall in love. Will she want to return to the future once it is time? #series #complete #part 1 of 34 #somewhat sad ending #somewhat alternate ending

Falling Slowly Reader works under Jim Beach as Queen’s lawyer. She and Roger fall in love #series #completed #part 1 of 32 #lawyer of queen!reader

All Grown Up You return home after a few years and catch Roger’s eye. WARNING: age gap (19 & 32), breeding kink, pregnancy mentions #brother!brian #sister!reader #pregnancy

Child of Mine Roger is dating reader who is a single mother and they raise her daughter together. #series #part 1 of 5 #dad!roger #mom!reader #stepdad!roger #single mom!reader #child #pregnancy

Tears Ricochet Reader has been in a coma for the last couple of years and when she wakes up she finds that her boyfriend Roger now has a wife and child. Has he really moved on though? #series #ongoing #past relationship #angst

Slipping Through My Fingers Ben and taylor!reader’s wedding day #ben hardy x reader #dad!roger #daughter!reader #current!roger #wedding

#queen #bohemian rhapsody #masterlist #fic recommendation #roger taylor x reader #roger x reader #dad!roger #mom!reader #daughter!reader #pregnancy #grandpa!roger taylor #queen member!reader #roger taylor x reader x ben hardy #child #baby #new baby #birthing problems #current!roger taylor

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warren-lauren · 5 years ago

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I hope you like this. I chose present-day Roger because that’s what I was vibing.

Prompts: Do you think we should just stop doing this?

Warnings: swearing, oral (f receiving), fingering, sex, age gap (the reader is in mid/late 20′s)

Present Day!Roger Taylor x reader

"I'm home!" Roger called out as he opened the front door, successfully shaking his drenched umbrella off outside without spreading water everywhere.

After shutting the door he took a second to listen out for you but he heard nothing. Strange, he thought. He dropped his keys into the bowl that was sat on the table by the door then hung his coat up, still trying to figure out where you were. Usually, you'd be at the door to greet him or somewhere in hearing distance when you knew he was arriving home.

Maybe you'd gone back to your flat, although you never actually stayed there anymore, it was more storage these days. That reminded him of something the two of you needed to discuss.

After searching the obvious places downstairs; the kitchen, the lounge, and his office, Roger headed upstairs to check. Sometimes if you weren't around to greet him home it was because you had tucked yourself away in his studio either practicing the drums (something Roger had been teaching you since before you started dating) or writing for your next bestseller. Failing to find you in there he headed for his bedroom.

"There you are," Roger let out a small breath as he walked up to where you were stood looking out the big window. "What are you doing up here?" He wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a loving kiss to the back of your head before resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Nothing," You whispered pulling out of his arms and moved over to the bed.

Roger frowned at you as he watched you clean up the mess on top of the bed. "Y/N?" He took a step closer to you only for you to move to the other side of the bed. You didn't even bother to look up. "Hey," He reached out and grabbed ahold of your wrist gently, stopping you from what you were doing. "What's going on?" You shook your head not saying a word. "Y/N, you're scaring me. What's the matter?"

"Do you think we should just stop doing this?" You muttered.

Roger hadn't expected you to say that. His frown deepened as he shook his head, trying to understand what you meant by your question. "I don't understand, stop doing what?" He asked.

"This." You moved your hands between you. "Us."

"What? No. Why? Where's this coming from? I thought you were happy?" Roger let out a frustrated sigh when you didn't answer any of his questions. "Y/N, what's going on? Do you want to end things? Is that what you're saying?"

You shook your head, sniffling. "No, God no."

"Look at me," Roger pinched a hold of your chin in between his thumb and index finger and lifted your face so you were looking at him. Your eyes were puffy and filled with tears, your nose red from being wiped so much, your face was blotchy, all indications that you'd been crying. "Oh, sweet babygirl, what's got you thinking all this?" He cooed as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you by your waist to stand between his opened legs. You didn't say anything but your eyes fell to the bed behind him. Roger looked over his shoulder with a frown, reaching out to pick up the newspaper that was laid there.

'From son to dad - Y/N Y/L/N has a new (old) man'

Roger didn't need to read more than the headline to know what the article was about. Since the two of you were papped a few months ago kissing on a night out together the media has had a field day with what they assumed was going on.

You met Roger through Rufus; the two of you were similar ages and met at an after-party of sorts years ago. You were surprised to learn he quite liked to read your novels and he was surprised you liked his music (and you used to play the drums as a kid). You began hanging out after that, purely platonic. Months later Rufus invited you along to a party at Roger's house and that's where you met him. At the time you hadn't even thought anything about who his dad was until you were stood in front of him. Roger had assumed you were Rufus' new (stunning) girlfriend, he wasn't expecting to feel a sudden wave of relief when you had explained you and Rufus were just friends. After a couple more meetings and Rufus mentioning you were thinking of learning the drums again, Roger offered to teach you. A few months passed and then he finally asked you on a date. After successfully keeping your relationship out of the media for the best part of a year, here you were.

"Oh, love," Roger let out a heavy sigh as he shoved the newspaper to the side as he looked up to you. He placed his hands back on your waist. "You know not to listen to what they say."

You nodded as you placed your hands on Roger's now tense shoulders. "They made it sound like you stole me from, Rufus." You whispered, letting your fingers softly toy with Roger's soft gray hair at the base of his neck. "I don't like how they talk about you sometimes." You let out a tired sigh.

"Listen to me," Roger began as he pulled you down to sit on his left knee, his large hands falling to your thigh and waist. Thanks to the pajama shorts you were wearing you had the pleasure of feeling Roger's warm hands on your skin. "We both know nothing they say is true. Don't let their lies upset you, darlin'. You know how much I love you, right?"

You nodded, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. "I do, but-"

Roger lifted his hand from your thigh and cupped your face pulling you into a hard but gentle kiss. Your fingers screwed up around his shirt as you let out a soft moan into Roger's mouth allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You could taste the coffee he'd been drinking whilst in his meetings and the cigarettes he was meant to be giving up.

You pulled back for air, blushing slightly as Roger smirked up at you. "Now, do you want to ask me that question again?"

You shook your head with a small grin. "I think I know your answer."

Roger raised his eyebrow. "Only think? Hmm, looks like I'll just have to show you." Roger dropped his face to the curve of your shoulder and began attacking the bare skin where the jumper you had on had fallen off.

You let out a loud squeal and giggle as Roger attacked you, his beard tickling you as he used his fingers to do the same. The pair of you fell onto the bed, giggling like school kids before you began to calm down only enough to slowly peck kisses to each other lovingly.

You moved in sync with one another hands pulling clothing off the other as your lips moved against each other.

"Lay back, love," Roger whispered once you were both naked. You did as he said placing your head upon the pillows and allowed him to do what he wanted to you.

He started with pressing a kid to your lips before he softly kissed a line down your neck, nipping and licking as he did. He pressed his lips over the tops of your breasts, his hands softly cupping them and pushing them together as he kissed and licked and nipped at your nipples. Your eyes fell shut as your mouth fell open letting small moans escape. Whilst he had one pretty little nub in between his lips he pinched and rolled the other one between his fingers, knowing how much you loved it. Once satisfied he'd paid enough attention to them he made his way south, his lips trailing behind his fingertips until he came face to face with his destination.

The sinful moan that left your mouth as Roger's tongue pressed against you and his hands grabbed a hold of your ass was pure pornographic. There was nothing more Roger loved than being between your thighs eating you out, well, maybe one or two other things.

"Oh, Rog," You cried out as he pushed a single finger inside your dripping pussy, humming at the sweet taste. "More, please," You begged, your fingers tangled in his gray locks as you pushed him closer to you.

He complied, adding a second and then a third finger licking and sucking at your clit as he did. "Fuck, baby," He moaned. "Always so good."

"Fuck, Rog, there!" You almost screamed as he hit your G-spot over and over. "Fuck, yes,"

Roger could feel you squeezing his fingers, you were close. "C'mon baby, come for me."

It didn't take much more, your back arched as Roger's lips wrapped around your swollen and sensitive bud and you came hard around Roger's fingers. He moaned against you lapping up your juices as you came down from your high.

You threw your arm over your eyes letting out a breathy giggle. "Fuck," You grinned lifting your arm to look at Roger.

Roger grinned smugly as he sat up wiping his hand down his now drenched beard. "Not bad for an old man, eh?" He sent you a cheeky wink making you blush and smile even more at him.

"Shut up," You reached out and grabbed his hand to pull him down to you. You pressed your lips against him in a hard kiss moaning into his mouth as you tasted yourself. "Can I ride you?" You almost whispered.

Roger nodded. "Of course you can, love," Roger grinned rolling onto his back. He reached over to his bedside table and pulled a condom out, whilst Roger tore open the packet you gently wrapped your hand around his hard cock and gave it a few slow pumps. "Fuck, love," Roger closed his eyes letting you slowly stroke him. "Here, or I'll cum before you even get started." He handed you the condom letting out a shaky breath as you tighten your grip around his cock.

You carefully put the condom on before you straddled Roger's hips, lining him up at your entrance before slowly sinking down his thick length. "Oh, fuck," You moaned leaning forwards, your hands laying over his chest as he grabbed a hold of your waist. "God, Roger," You slowly bounce up and down, his cock slid in and out of you perfectly. "So, good."

"Fuck, sweetheart," Roger's grip tightened on your waist. He began to raise his hips, pushing his cock even deeper inside you. "Shit!"

You leaned down and firmly pressed your lips to his. Roger slid his hands up your back, holding you tightly against his chest as he snapped his hips to connect with yours over and over, driving into you.

"Fuck, fuck," You cried out digging your nails into Roger's shoulders as the head of his cock hit your G-spot. Your new position meant your sensitive clit was rubbing against Roger's public bone.

"C'mon, babygirl, cum for me!" Roger growled in your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine and pushing you over the edge.

You screamed out Roger's name as you came, squeezing around his cock and sending him over the edge too.

Slowly you rolled off of a Roger snuggling into his side, a tired smile on both of your faces. "Wow," You hummed happily looking up to Roger.

Roger nodded with a grin. "Did that, answer your question?"

You let out a light giggle. "Most definitely!" You pressed a light kiss to Roger's bearded cheek.

"Good, now, I've got a question for you." You nodded your head for. Him to carry on. "Move in with me?"

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"I want you to live with me, properly." Roger smiled. "Here."

"But, we haven't been together that long." You frowned slightly, worrying already about what people would think.

"And? We both love each other and you're here every night anyway, aren't you?" He spoke as he brushed some of your hair from your face. You nodded slowly. "Plus, you've already taken over half my bloody wardrobe and started adding extra cushions to everything-"

You let out a mock gasp hitting his shoulder lightly. "Hey, I don't hear you complaining about the cushions when you've hurt your back, old man." You teased, grinning up at him.

"Less of the old man, young lady, or I'll put you over my knee," Roger said as he gave your ass cheek a light tap making you giggle. "So? Will you move in?"

You pretend to think about for a second before nodding. "Hmm, I guess, I mean, you're at that age now where you need a full-time career- ha, no, no," You squealed out a laugh as Roger rolled on top of you, digging his fingers into your sides making you laugh loudly.

"It's a good job I love you, you little minx."

You grinned wrapping your arms around his neck. "Good job I love you..."

#Present day Roger Taylor x reader smut #Roger Taylor x reader smut #2019 Roger Taylor x reader smut #Roger Taylor smut #current Roger Taylor x reader smut

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disasterdeacy · 6 years ago

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Never In My Wildest Dreams

A/N: Here is a continuation of Some Day One Day and also a request from @mariekuuuuuh who requested some domestic Bri fluff! I’m sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind, but I got a bit carried away lol. There is no smut in this part, but I do have a good bit of smut written that accompanies this, so if you would like me to post a second part with smut, just let me know!!! Title comes from the Dan Auerbach song, it’s hella underrated and the only thing I could think of to name it lol. Summary: Y/N has been having a rather shitty week, feeling sick, tired, and just all around crappy. Arriving home from work, she wants nothing more than to curl up next to Brian and sleep.... Life, however, has other plans. Word Count: 7k Pairing: Present Day Brian May x Young!Reader Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Pregnancy, General Issues With Mortality, Age Gap, Mentions of Hospitals

Walking through the front door of your and Bri’s Chelsea home, a groan of relief left your mouth at the smell of dinner cooking. You absolutely loved being Brian’s wife and making him dinner every night, but you were absolutely exhausted, and had no idea why.. Work hadn’t been anymore stressful than usual, you were sleeping extremely well, eating healthy, taking your vitamins... and yet somehow were still absolutely KNACKERED.

Sitting your purse down on the foyer table, you kick off your heels and pad to the kitchen, smiling widely at the sight of your husband. Brian was stood in front of the stove, your favorite GBBO apron, that Noel Fielding had nicked for you after you’d met him at the BRIT awards and told him of how much you loved the show, tied around his waist over a black button up and matching trousers. His hips were moving to the beat of ABBA, as he tasted a bit of whatever was in the main pot, nodding his head in approval at the taste.

You didn’t know how you’d managed to get so lucky. He knew how insanely tired you were, and had actually told you to go to the doctor to get tested, although you’d adamantly refused, telling him that you were 100% fine, and that he had nothing to worry about. He didn't believe you in the slightest, but, you were a grown woman and he wasn't about to infringe on your right to be a stubborn idiot. You quietly make your way over to him, admiring the way his ass looked in the right black trousers, before slipping your arms around his waist, laughing loudly as he squealed and jumped around, eyes wide.

"Sorry love, I couldn’t help it!" You grin into the kiss he places on your lips, reaching around to squeeze his ass before turning my attention to the various pots on the stove.

"Whatcha makin?" Brian smiles down at you, curling your hair behind your ear.

"Chicken soup, love. You said you haven’t been feeling well, and it always helps me. It’s my mum’s recipe. Technically." He winks at you

"It has a few key ingredient changes." He loved his mum’s cooking, but he had to make almost every single one meatless. Taking a moment to wrap his arms around you, Brian smiles and leans his forehead down to rest against yours.

"How have you been?" Sighing, you lean forward a little, pressing a kiss to Brian's nose.

"I’m feeling a bit better, still a little drained, but better."

It's a lie, which Brian seemed to notice right away, based on the look he sends you. Sighing, you throw your head back, his arms tightening to keep you upright.

"Well alright love, if you must know I’m absolutely fucking exhausted, and can almost fainted on the Central Line earlier." Brian gapes at you, his hazel eyes widening as he takes in the severity of your words.

"Y/N! Darling, why haven’t you gone to the doctor? You really need to, especially if you’re feeling faint! Why didn’t you call me?" He leads you to a nearby chair, making you sit down, obviously concerned for you.

You roll your eyes playfully at his concern , but your heart was swelling at the same time from it.

"Bri, love I’m okay I swear! It’s probably nothing, I promise. If anything else happens I’ll go okay?"

He didn’t seem pleased with your answer, his eyebrows raised, a frown on his, but before he could retort, you take his hands in your own, bringing them to your lips to place a few reassuring kisses to.

"Go finish up my soup and stop your worrying Doctor May, I need some warm liquid ASAP." Laughing at your innuendo, he rolled his eyes and returned to the stove giving you a pointed look before he turned his back, a quiet sigh of relief falling from your lips.

You were feeling a little worse than you had when you had walked through the door, the usually incredible smell of Brian’s cooking making you sick to your stomach, but you definitely couldn’t let him see that.. Usually you never got sick, but this had been going on for weeks now, the exhaustion, nausea.. the whole thing was worrying you, and obviously worrying Brian. Feeling the bile rise in the back of your throat, you quickly slide from the chair, legs scraping across the tile floor as you rushed to get up, hand over your mouth.

"I gotta go to the bathroom love... "

Running as fast as you could up the stairs, you fall to your knees on the floor, not even bothering to close the door behind you before you lurch over the toilet, heaving up the sparce contents of your stomach. God, you hadn’t puked like this in years, not sense a bad run in with appendicitis in college. Your head was pounding, limbs weak, something was genuinely so wrong, and you needed Brian, maybe even a trip to the hospital. Pushing yourself away from the toilet, you crawl to the door, weakly crying out for Brian before darkness washed over you completely.

Brian was initially worried when you all but sprinted out of the kitchen, and he quickly stirred the soup before putting it on a different burner and turning it on low. Turning off the previously used burner, he takes off his apron and scrubs his hands as fast as he could. He knew you hated when he worried but he just.... had a bad feeling.

So, despite his own chastising himself, he followed you upstairs, calling out your name gently. When you didn’t answer his knocking, he sighed and pulled open the door, but upon eeing your unconscious form on the floor, his stomach dropped, nausea over taking him. The absolute worst case scenario was filling his head, and he was already dialing 999 before his knees hit the floor beside you and somehow directing emergency services to your home. He didn’t know what to do; was nearly scared to move you, so he just stroked your hair, making sure you were laying on your side, talking to you—begging you to wake up, to be okay; assuring you that help was coming.

By the time EMS get there, Brian is a complete wreck, absolutely terrified. He couldn’t lose you—Jesus, he couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t keep losing the most important people in his life! He rides along in the ambulance, bitching at the EMS workers when they insist on putting a heart monitor on him. Feeling empty when they make him stay behind while they whisk you away at the hospital, he sits heavily into a chair in the waiting room, still attached to the heart monitor the EMS had managed to attach to him.

God, he had never been this scared in his entire life, seeing you lying on the floor, pale, sickly, and completely defenseless... It tore his heart from his chest. Brian knew he didn't need to be alone through this, knew he needed someone with him to lean on, so with shaky hands, he pulls out his phone, and after giving Roger the scare of his life, slumps into the chair, tears falling freely from his tired hazel eyes. Groaning a bit as you came to, you attempted to open your eyes, quickly closing them when they were assaulted by the bright lights above you.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, your head was pounding, and if that damn beeping didn’t stop within the next 5 seconds, you were going to rip your ears out. ‘God, what happened? Where was I?' was all that was running through your head. The last thing that you remembered was crawling to the door in the bathroom, calling out for Brian, and then all of a sudden you were waking up in place surrounded by a smell you knew all too well, thanks to your proclivity for childhood injury.

You were in the hospital. Swallowing the bile that had risen in the back of your throat, you attempted to sit up, only to have a nurse gently push you back onto the bed, saying that you needed to rest, because they were running a few tests to figure out why you had fainted. Your mind was immediately swirling with the worst possible results. Cancer? Heart attack? Everything that ran through your head was nothing sort of nauseating. The nurse must have seen your face turn green, and swiftly handed you a bedpan, rubbing your back as you visited.

Tears were running down my face as the nurse handed me some ice chips, throwing the bedpan in the medical waste bin. Brian... You needed Brian. You were so weak, everything hurting, your nerves frayed, and the only person who could make you feel any semblance of normalcy was Brian. Glancing up at the nurse through teary eyes, you open your mouth to speak for the first time.

"Where’s my husband? C-can I please see him? I-I need him, please."

The kind nurse smiled, squeezing your hand and telling you that she would go get him. Thanking her weakly, you fall back into the bed, tears falling freely when Brian all but ran into the room.

Brian had been sat with Roger’s arm around his shoulders when the nurse comes out to get him. He stands, wobbling a little on his feet, Roger stands too, making sure Brian doesn’t fall over

"How is she? Is she alright? Please, is she okay?"

His voice is shaking as he speaks, and he wants to sob when the nurse tells him you’re awake and asking for him. He spares a look at Roger, but Rog just shoos him off, telling him to go. So Brian follows the nurse, bursting through the door to your room and all but collapsing in the chair by your bed, his hands reaching for you. He’s trying to keep a brave face, but he knows he’s failing as he cradled your face in his hands, looking you over frantically.

"Y-You really scared me, love. God, I thought—I didn’t know—"

He shuts his mouth, reaching for your hand without the IV and pressed a kiss to the back of it

"I love you Y/N. I love you so much."

Brian's voice hitches with nearly every word, and he desperately tries to reign in his emotions, to no avail. Seeing Brian so emotional, his hands shaking as he grasped your hand, it was too much, and the dam that you had been desperately trying to suppress just breaks, sobs wracking your whole body.

"Oh god, Brian, I’m so scared, I’m so- oh god Bri."

Brian looked absolutely terrified as well, his eyes red rimmed, his breathing shallow, but he just held you, climbing into the bed and wrapping his arms around you, placing kisses into your hair as he whispered words of comfort. You wanted to be optimistic, to think that everything would be okay, but given the present circumstances coupled with your exhaustion, you couldn't help but think the worst.

"Bri, what if... what if it’s ca-"

The words wouldn't even come out, the fear of the disease that almost killed your grandmother overtaking my body as Brian holds you tighter, lips against your hair as he attempts to console you.

"Shhh, Anna, it’s not that. It won’t be that. It’s going to be alright, love. There are so many other things it could be."

His mind is racing, trying to come up with anything to distract you.

"I mean—Roger was just telling me that TigerLily has an electrolyte imbalance that makes her sick in the exact same way! It went undiagnosed for a long time, but now she just watches her intake and she’s fine! So let’s just—just wait for the tests to come back before we prepare for the end of the world, hmm?"

Pressing a kiss to your hair, he sighs a bit, the action shaky.

"It’s okay, love, I’m here. I’m going to take care of you."

The words are quiet, but he means them, and he knows you know it too. The two of you lay there for what feels like ages, wrapped in one another's arms, but is probably only ten minutes or so before a nurse comes in the room, a doctor got on her trails. Their entrance causes Brian to hold out of the bed, scrambling to his feet in an attempt to get to the doctor to find out what's happened, what was wrong with you. He just wanted to know that you were okay, and the doctor simply smiles at the two of you, introducing herself before walking to stand by your side, Brian and the nurse following behind her.

"Well, Mrs May.. your test results came back perfectly normal, save for one. But, this result explains all of your symptoms."

She pauses for a moment, flipping the sheet. You were about to throw up when she smiles you. ‘An odd reaction from a doctor when reading test results’ I thought.,

"Congratulations are in order you two. Mrs. May, you’re pregnant. About 10 weeks I’d say."

Brian blinks, staring at the Dr. in complete shock. It’s like he barely comprehends what she’s said, his brows furrowing.

"I’m—I’m sorry, what?"

She repeats herself, laughing a bit at his reaction as Brian hakes his head, blood pounding in his ears.

He looks down at you, white as a sheet. It was the last thing he was expecting, a complete shock. It wasn’t that it was a bad thing! Actually, it was the furthest thing from it. He just, well—he was 71. He hadn’t been sure it would even be POSSIBLE for them to get pregnant, and it’s not like they’d been TRYING. He runs a hand through his unruly curls, his other arm still wrapped around you. A baby. Oh my god, a BABY.

"You’re pregnant... "

His voice is little more than a whisper, trying to get the idea in his head. You couldn’t focus on anything except for the feeling of Brian’s arm around you, his gentle voice filling your ears.

"B-baby? I-I’m having a baby?"

You weren't upset about it, you were absolutely overjoyed! You and Brian had been discussing having children together since the night he made drunk you brownies almost 2 years ago. The two of you knew it’s what you wanted, but you weren’t exactly making an attempt to have them.

Brian had been worried in the past when you'd discussed it, citing that being his age and having a baby would be a bit... strange. He’d been a great dad to Jimmy, Louisa, and Emily, and an even better granddad, but you knew that he was still concerned at having to learn how to be the father of a newborn all over again. The doctor smiles again, shaking her head slightly.

"Babies Mrs. May, your sonar shows you’re having twins."

Brian feels very faint, and hears himself say so, the words leaving his mouth before he can think. The nurse immediately has him sit back in the chair, getting him a cold pack to put on his forehead. He looks over at you in complete disbelief; you have the same sort of look on your face. He realizes he should probably try to say SOMETHING to make it less awkward, but all he manages is.

"Well I... I guess everything works, huh?"

You can't help but burst out laughing at Brian’s words, initial concern for his well being flying out the window. Only he could make a situation as insane as this one somehow funny. Still laughing, you reach over and grab his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.

"A little too well, I'd say. "

The nurse and doctor are laughing as well as they leave the room, saying that they would like to keep you overnight to get your fluids back up. You and Brian manage a word of thanks as they leave, still shaking with laughter and disbelief at what you'd just been told.

"God Brian.. twins.. y-you.. we're having two babies.."

You looked over at Brian as you spoke, taking his hand before your eyes widen in concern at his appearance. He looked pale, hands still shaking. You knew deep down that he wasn't upset, that he was just in shock, but you had to ask, to make sure Brian was as equally excited as you. Squeezing his hand again, you raise up in the bed just enough to properly sit face to face with him.

"Bri, you-you’re not mad are you?"

His head shoots up to look at you, hazel eyes wide. He reaches for your hands quickly, concerned as he presses a kiss to your palm.

"No! No, Y/N, love, why would you think that? No darling I could never be mad at yiy , especially over something like this.., I’m... I’m excited! I’m just.... terrified?"

He nods to himself, huffing out a laugh.

"Yeah. Absolutely terrified. And.... surprised, I guess. Really surprised. I didn’t know—I mean we weren’t sure, "

He stops talking, knowing he was just reiterating what had just been said.

"..... Two babies, Y/N! "

Bringing his hands to your lips, you nod at him, smiling into the light kisses you were placing on his hands.

"Yeah love, two babies.."

Your eyes start to tear up, happiness bubbling up and out.

"I’m.. I’m gonna be a mom! Brian, oh my god you’ve made me a mom!"

Before you'd met Bri you were positive that you didn’t want kids, but then you met him and it was like your whole perspective on life changed. Then there was his worrying that it wouldn’t happen, and you finally accepted that you would never be a mom. And you were genuinely okay with that fact, you had everything you'd ever wanted in Brian, but now? This was happiness like you'd never known.

Brian breaks out into a smile at your excitement. No matter how many worries or concerns he had.... he just wanted you to be happy. He always wanted you to be happy. He laughs a bit, leaning forward to kiss you deeply.

"I think it’s all you, Love, "

He pauses, his throat growing thick with emotion,

"You’re going to be an amazing mum. God, I love you so much. And I love our little babies already."

He laughs a bit, teary eyed, and presses a wet kiss to your lips before sighing and standing up, smiling down at your confused look.

"I guess I should go tell Rog he can go home."

You look up at him surprised and he grins, looking a bit bashful as he runs his neck.

"I uh, was kind of freaking out earlier. He’s sitting in the waiting room.. "

Your eyes widen at his confession, he's called Roger? Not that you were surprised, Rog was always the first person that Bri called in a situation like this, you were just worried for him, you'd not even thought about how your spell had affected Brian, and you knew he wouldn't want you to either.

"Bri, are you sure you’re okay? God babe, I didn’t mean to scare you so bad, I’m so sorry."

He only smiles down at you , pressing a kiss to your forehead in reassurance, lips migrating further south to take your ear in his mouth, teeth grazing it just enough to make you giggle. Laughing as you do so, you push Bri away and towards the door, smacking his ass as he stumbles away.

"Go tell Rog that I’m not dying, just that your sperm is a little too potent."

He's still vividly blushing when he reached the waiting room, both Roger, Sarina, AND Tigerlily were standing there, eyes wide and full of questuons. Brian is a bit meek, voice soft when he tells them it wasn’t exactly bad news. Roger makes a HUGE scene of course, whooping and hollering, and teasing him. Sarina and Tigerlily are just as excited, just a bit more reserved about it. Tigerlily was already asking if she could tell her siblings, her eyes bright.

Brian is a bit overwhelmed, and doesn’t quite know what all to say to any of them. Luckily Sarina gets Roger to calm down, and the blonde man decides that the Mays should have some space. They give a confused Brian a bag of food, Tigerlily explains that food was a necessity for you to feel better, and that sure, maybe ramen wasn't the healthiest call, but it was your favorite, and that's all that mattered.

Brian wraps the young woman in a big hug, smiling widely as the whole Taylor family leaves, shaking his head as he returns to your room.

"Alright so, I’m not sure, but the entire Taylor clan might know about this by the end of the day. Not much I can do."

You laugh, and he relaxes a little bit, going to sit beside you again.

"How are you feeling now? Hungry? Because your friends certainly went all in for you."

Happily taking the bag from Brian, your stomach rumbles as you smell the ramen inside. Whatever drugs were being pumped into your body through the IV were doing the lord’s work, because you felt immensely better than you had a few hours earlier, and your appetite was back in full force. Opening the bowl you groaned, god Lily knew you so well. Brian laughed as you dug into the ramen.

"The Taylor clan can tell the whole damn world if they keep bringing me food like this."

The broth was warming you from the inside out, the noodles and bamboo root hitting the spot and filling your previously empty stomach. Brian simply watches you eat, a dopey smile on his face. After you finish, Brian took the trash and dumped it in the recycling bin outside, smiling as you make room for him in the bed, patting the space beside you. His smile widens and he crawls in beside you, your body curling into him, head resting against his neck. It was silent for a while, Brian holding you, randomly placing kisses into your hair. Lying there you allowed your thoughts to wander to what Brian had said, about how the Taylor clan was going to spread the news like bonfire. Tightening your hold around Brian's waist, you sigh, mind wandering.

"Bri, we have to discuss how to break the news to everyone.."

Brian hummed in agreement, murmuring into your hair

"Well, do you want to wait until the three month mark? Isn’t that usually what’s done? And then we can... we can announce it however we like. It doesn’t have to be fancy if you don’t want it to be. I’ll do whatever is best for you."

He smiles a little, biting his bottom lip to try and tame it, not wanting to seem TOO eager.

"I’m excited, I think. I mean, I AM excited. It just had to... settle in. I mean, I’ll spread the news all over Instagram if you want me to, "

He chuckles to himself, arms tightening around you.

"I think the majority will be thrilled."

Seeing him so happy made you happier than you'd ever thought possible, and you knew he’d been worried about being able to have children with you, but he never let it show, never made it obvious. But, he didn’t know that you'd heard him crying countless times while watching videos of babies, videos of you with his youngest grand kids.. he wanted to have a baby with you so badly, and now, now the two of you were having two when you didn’t think that just one would be possible..

Nodding into his chest you showed him that you knew he was right, waiting another 2 weeks to publicly announce the pregnancy was the best thing to do. For now, you’d keep it between you and your families and friends, just basking in the fact that you were going to be parents. But, agreeing to hold off on the announcement didn't mean you couldn't imagine it. Chuckling a little, you sit up, resting your head on your hands on top of his chest.

"Can we please do a really cute announcement on Instagram? Like, something that’ll make everyone cry? Because, personally I want to see everyone cry. "

Brian laughed loudly at your words, squeezing you tighter as you joined him, unable to keep your smile from pulling at your lips. Reaching down to touch your stomach, the first time you’d done it since being told you were pregnant. Your stomach was still relatively flat, well not exactly flat, it never had been, but normal, and yet, in a few weeks you would start showing and there would be no going back, well technically there was no going back now, but it almost didn't feel as if this whole situation would be real until you could see it for yourself. Sighing in contentment, you press kiss to Brian’s chest as he reaches down to touch your stomach as well, tears welling in his eyes.

"I didn’t know it was possible to love you even more than I already did when I left home this morning, and yet here we are."

He chuckles through his tears, rubbing your tummy gently, just thinking about how there were two little lives growing there, lives that the two of you had made!

"I feel the same way, truly."

He snuggles with you, considering the other things you’d said

"Of course we’ll make a big public to-do about it, love. We’ll work together to make it the most tear inducing announcement the world has ever seen."

Laughing a little, he shakes his head in thought.

"Freddie was always good at things like that. Maybe he’s rubbed off on me. And, well, Rog is quite good at being dramatic as well. So things seem promising."

He's teasing, but still serious, getting more excited the more he talks.

"Oh, Anne will be absolutely over the moon! Get ready for tons of baby clothes from her."

You smiled at Bri’s mentioning of Freddie, he rarely did that, and when he did, it was because he was beyond happy, and after the past few years you’d had, seeing him so insanely happy was all that mattered.

"Do you think Fred would like me? Like, would he approve of me for you?"

You knew it was insane to ask, but you really wanted to know. Freddie was such an important and integral part of his life, and you just... needed to know..

Brian was a bit thrown by your question- surprised by it. You'd never really asked about Freddie. Not so forward, at least. Brian didn't blame you; he didn't talk about Freddie all the time. Not that he didn't think about his friend every day, it just... hurt. Still. He figured it always would. He supposed he hadn't exactly given you a lot of guidance on how to handle the subject.

"Of course he'd like you."

His voice is soft as he considers his words. There's a pause, and he huffs out a quiet laugh.

"He'd probably tell me you're the only one that actually makes any sense for me. Though, he might only say that to get a rise out of me, seeing as the two of you are so alike."

He laughs at your surprised expression

"I'm serious, love. It's a bit ridiculous, actually. Rog and I have both talked about it."

You burst out laughing at Bri’s statement. You and Freddie Mercury? Similar? You weren't one to argue with the man who had known him the best, but, that didn't mean you actually believed it.

"So, I’m like Freddie? Genuinely? Because if that’s the truth, that might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

Brian knew how much you absolutely adored queen, knew how much the band meant to you as you'd’ been a fan for almost 20 years, nearly your entire life. And he knew how much you admired and adored Freddie, although you had never really talked about it, because you knew just how painful it was for him. Brian had been incredibly open about his struggles with depression and all of the things that would set him off, but never once had he mentioned Fred, and you respected that and left it well enough alone.

He simply smiles, his face a mixture of fondness and sadness, his voice the same. But he doesn’t shy away from speaking about it. He figures he owes you that much at least

"I’m serious. I mean, the two of you aren’t twins or anything—I don’t think the world could handle another Freddie. Or YOU, for that matter."

He grins at you, poking you gently in the ribs

"But yes. You have the same sense of humor, the same kindness—the same interests, even. And..."

He shrugs, blushing a little.

"You both care for and support me in ways no one else has. Differently, of course. But... still uniquely."

Emotions bubbling up, you swallow the lump in your throat. Hearing Brian be so open about something you’d never heard him talk about made your heart burst, it felt as if the final beam had fallen into place. Reaching up, you brush a stray tear from his cheek, one that you were willing to place cold hard US dollars on he hadn’t realized had escaped his eye.

"Well, I’ll just have to make sure I give you enough love and support for 2 people then huh?"

Placing a gentle kiss to his lips, your smile soon causing you to pull away as Brian curled himself into your side, placing butterfly kisses down your neck until his head came to rest at your chest.

"Also love,"

You chuckled, pulling at a stray curl on his head.

"The world is about to get TWO more of me.. and you, but, mostly me I’m willing to bet. Ya know, American genes and all."

He scoffs at you, trying to hide his emotions, even though he knew he didn’t have to.

"American genes? Oh, Anna, you are SORELY underestimating the May genes. Just you wait—they’ll be just like me, and it’ll drive both of us absolutely mad."

He smiles a bit at you before it fades. Sighing, he touches your cheek.

"You can ask about him, you know. If ever you want to. It’s a sore subject, but.... but I need to be more open in remembering him."

Leaning forward to place a kiss to his lips, smiling into it before burying your face into his neck. You knew that he wouldn’t mind me asking about Fred, but you also didn’t want him to think that you were nosy, putting your nose somewhere it didn’t belong.

You had never met Freddie, never met Jim, only met Mary once... You just didn’t feel like you belonged in that world, I mean, you had almost passed out when John had turned up at your house, wedding present in hand, a few weeks after you’d returned from the honeymoon.

"I love you so much Bri, but you’ll regret telling me that. I’ll never shut up about him now."

You laugh into his chest, his hands pinching your sides playfully, tickling you until you were a laughing mess against him.

"Dirty move Doctor May! Tickling the mother of your children, that’s a low blow."

At the mention of his children, you couldn’t help but think of Jimmy, Louisa, and Emily. What their reactions would be to the baby. You groaned, grabbing the bed remote and lying it all the way back, allowing the two of you to cuddle up closer, and far more comfortably. Brian’s grip on you tightened, hazel eyes looking down into your’s. He knew something was wrong, something was bothering you. Twisting around, you lie down on your stomach, deciding to revel in the feeling while you could.

"How do you think your kids are going to take the news?"

He knew that there was more you want to say but he doesn’t pry—just waits for you to decide when to ask. His heart aches a little when the words fall from your lips, his hand stilling on your back.

"... I’m not sure, love. It’ll be another big change, and they’ve proven themselves unreliable when it comes to being mature about those."

His voice is tight. He hated that his kids were acting the way they were. It made him mad, but also just.... extremely sad. He knew they’d like you if they’d give you the chance.

"I mean.... maybe the twins will help them realize how serious you and I are?"

He seems lost in thought for a moment, and then he shrugs.

"They’ll take it however they take it, Y/N. It’ll be alright. It’s their own issue."

You wanted to be optimistic, wanted to believe that what Brian said was true. That, because of these little miracles inside of you, his children would come around to your marriage. You had apologized to Brian about a million times throughout the duration of your relationship, for coming between his children and him, only for him to give you the same answer he’d just given you. Lying your head down on your arms, you hum in contentment as Brian runs his hands through your hair.

"I know Bri. You know how I am, I just want everyone to get along."

You chuckled a little at how naive it sound.

"But, I know that I have to think about us first, about making the best home and foundation for our children."

You paused, eyes widening slightly.

"Fucking hell Bri, we’re having children. Like, actual kids."

Your voice was shaking a bit, the reality finally setting in for REAL. You'd thought that it had set in the minute you'd been told, but this, this was the first time you had that overwhelming sense of ‘I’m going to be a mom.

Brian grimaced up at the ceiling, already going through the list of things he had to do to prepare the house.

"Yeah. Jesus.”

He sighs, his worries coming back. He taps his fingers over your lower back, mind racing. God, having two new babies? He was beyond ecstatic but.... well. How long would they have him for? Ten years? Fifteen? He’d be 90 by the time they graduated, if he even lived that long (something he tried not to think about at all costs). God, would they resent him for it? Think it was weird?

“.... I’ll have to do some research for baby proofing."

He decides to stick to talking about the house, not wanting to ruin your happiness. Those were his own issues and insecurities, not your's.

"We can probably turn my office into the nursery. I don’t use it much, and it’s right off the bedroom. How does that sound?"

You knew exactly what Brian was doing, was rambling about baby proofing, about the nursery, about absolutely anything to try and keep you off of the scent of his anxieties, but you could tell something was bothering him.. You could always tell.

"Bri, love, as much as I love the image of you painting little constellations all over the nursery, what’s wrong?"

He was acting strange, his eyes not as bright as they’d been earlier in the day.

"You are still okay with this right? With the babies? I know it’s a lot, and I just, you’re okay with it? Or is it something else love?"

Leaning over, you kissed his shoulder, worried about what was going through his head. He always tried to internalize his own insecurities, something he’d done the entire time he was with both Chrissie and Anita, something you’d been working with him on for the past 2 years. You just wanted to make sure he was okay.

Brian stops himself short from his rambling, eyes downcast. He felt guilty for worrying you

"Of course I’m alright with the babies! I’m so excited for us to expand our family together, and I can’t wait to meet them and love them, and see how amazing of a mum you are. Really, It’s nothing, love."

You give him a look, and he sighs. He could never lie to you—though he still tries.

"It’s just still settling in, and the idea is nerve wracking, but I know you already know that! It’s a scary thing. You’d think I wouldn’t be so worried after already having kids, but it never gets easier."

He huffs out a laugh, running a hand through his messy curls

".... I’m just.... old, Anna."

He feels like that’s all he needs to say, just thinking about it makes him feel sad. He already doesn’t know how you’ve stayed with him and wanted him, with his age and his looks and his... capabilities

A sudden sadness washes over you at his words knowing exactly what he meant. It was something the two of you had had a few very tearful conversations about in the past. Being with someone Brian’s age you knew you wouldn’t get the 50+ years with him that you wanted, but you were determined to make the most of the time you had together. Bringing children into a relationship like this was going to be hard, and they would only get 20-30 years TOPS with their dad, just like you. But, you didn’t care. Rolling your eyes, you press your face into Brian’s neck, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

"I’m not going to pretend like it’s not going to be hard, but, we’ll make it work. We always have."

You smiled into him, placing a kiss to the skin of his neck.

"We’re not going to be like normal families, I mean why would we want to be it’s boring that way. But, we’ll be a family full of love, and affection, acceptance, and happiness. We’ll give these little nuggets the best years we can with the time that we have together."

He sniffles, nodding a little.

"I know. I know, it’s just—i feel so guilty. I don’t want to put you or them through that; I don’t want to leave you alone."

He's quiet, voice shaking a little. No one ever liked talking about their own morality, but he selfishly thought he had reason to hate it even more than most. He tries to pull himself together, focusing on your words

"I’m sorry. I know you’re right. There’s nothing we can do, and I can’t... I can’t focus on that when there’s so many other things to think about."

He presses a kiss to the top of your head before speaking again, arms still around you.

".... like getting you out of this hospital and back home, for one. Did they say you had to spend the night? I’m sure you’d rather stay in our bed than this one."

He gestures to the hospital bed the two of you were squished together on.

Groaning as you attempt to get comfortable in the bed, you look at Brian for a second before pressing the nurses button.

"Yeah love they wanted to keep me overnight if I felt like I needed it, but honestly I want nothing more than to go home, take a hot bath, and have you make slow love to me."

You kissed his jaw, pulling away just in time for the nurse to come in, asking what you needed. When you sweetly explained that you felt like you were ready to go home, she sighed, saying that you would be better at the hospital, but that it was ultimately your decision.

After assuring her that you were in capable hands, she left, returning a few moments with the paperwork for you to sign, and the declared you discharged. Letting out a sigh of relief, you crawl off of the bed, stumbling a little as you attempted to use your legs for the first time in hours. Brian was still sat on the bed as you dressed yourself, a dazed look on his face. You grin, knowing exactly what your words had done to him, before pulling sweater and leggings on.

"You alright love? Ready to go, you've got a long night ahead of you... "

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fatbottomedgirl-s · 5 years ago

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Fun It

Dom male reader x sub current day Roger Taylor one-shot (nsfw)

Roger was fast becoming one of your favourite clients. You’d only been seeing him for a couple of months, but he was guaranteed to call you up every weekend for a session. It started out as a one time thing, then perhaps once a fortnight, but now he couldn’t seem to get enough. Not that you minded; he was beautifully behaved, and always made sure to get you a drink once you were finished.

You rang the doorbell of his house and tugged your leather jacket closer around yourself to shield from the cold evening. In a matter of moments, Roger was there to answer.

“Hey,” he smiled, looking you up and down with a cheeky smile.

“Mmm,” you raised an eyebrow, and he stepped back to let you in. You knew the way to his bedroom well by now, so you headed straight for it and Roger followed suit.

Once inside, you wasted no time in tossing your jacket aside, exposing your bare chest and leaving you in only your leather pants and boots. He bit his lip, not even trying to hide the way he was looking at your body, and you just sat down on the bed.

“Well?” you said expectantly, and he quickly slipped out of his silk bathrobe, which he was wearing nothing underneath.

“Good boy, I’m glad you remembered,” you smiled. He was getting so good at remembering your rules now you were seeing each other so often. “Well… over my knee, then.”

Roger followed your command, and you held him still by his arm with one hand as you slid the other over the curve of his ass, taking a moment to admire him. He grunted as you spread his cheeks, steadying him with your elbow, and gently tugged at the plug inside of him. “You’re getting so much better at this, Roggie. I can tell you’ve been practicing since our last session like I told you,” you spanked him for good measure, then instructed “get on the bed, kneel facing the headboard.”

He did as you told, and gripped onto the pillow whilst you slowly pulled the plug out. He whined at the loss, and you quickly rectified his discomfort with a couple of fingers. “Mm… fu-fuck,” he managed to squeak as your fingers curled inside of him.

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cxptain-rex · 6 years ago

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“One dump, one turd, two tits, John Deacon” RB cus y’all know this is a masterpiece and I hope you’ve seen it at least! Yeet

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femalewylanvaneck · 2 years ago

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Get Down, Make Love

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: corroded coffin is looking for a new lead singer and you're the perfect candidate. but it turns out your new band comes with more than one benefit.

words: 4.6k

warnings (mdni 18+): reader is over 18, making out, fingering, oral (f!recieving), brief mention of weed

a/n: this is the first part in a series, idk how many parts it will have yet. also my first time writing smut.

It was two days ago that you spotted the flier pinned to the notice-board outside the school cafeteria. The words written on it had told you that a local band, called ‘Corroded Coffin’, was looking for a new lead singer.

You had been looking for a band to join for what felt like decades. You knew that you could sing, but you were also self aware enough to know you’d never make a break on your own. You just didn’t have what it took for a solo career. Saying that you weren’t a socialbird would be an understatement. Making friends or connections wasn’t a talent that you possessed. So, in order for you to make it in the music industry, you would need a band to help pave the way.

And there was your opportunity, pinned to the giant notice-board, along with posters about the upcoming basketball game and other stuff you’d never cared about.

The flier had indicated that ‘Corroded Coffin’ was a rock band, whose taste leaned towards metal. In all honesty, metal wasn’t exactly your preferred subgenre, but your heart had its own devoted section for rock music–and Roger Taylor. This was probably a contributing factor to why people didn’t swarm around you, begging to be your friend. The band tees, the leather jacket and combat boots–along with the chains, rings and heavy eyeliner–didn’t exactly invite people in.

But, in the end, that didn't matter–you could learn to love heavy metal if it meant you got to be on stage. That’s why you were currently spending your Thursday night in your car driving to The Hideout. You pulled into the bar’s parking lot with nine minutes to spare. There were fewer cars parked outside than you’d been expecting. Hopefully, people had decided against driving after a night of shooting back a pack of beers.

As you swung the door open you were met by a strong odor of sweat, cheap cologne and alcohol. Your eyes scanned the crowd, but all you could see were a couple of men, all over the age of forty. That’s when it hit you that you actually had no idea who ‘Corroded Coffin’ was. And as you kept scanning the crowd a knot of doubt started growing in your stomach. What if the poster was old? What if the Friday in question wasn’t this Friday, but a Friday weeks ago?

You checked your watch–7:58. You decided that you were gonna stick around for a few more minutes to see if anyone showed up. Surely, you couldn’t be the only kid in all of Hawkins interested in joining a band, right?

That’s when you spotted a dark head of long, curly hair, over the sea of balding ones. This head was approaching you at a steady pace. And you knew, before he turned a corner and you spotted his trademark Hellfire shirt, that the person nearing you was Eddie, The Freak, Munson.

No, not The Freak. You never referred to him as a freak, because he wasn’t any more of a freak than you were. And also because it was insensitive and shitty going around referring to someone as The Freak. He was Eddie Munson, a person.

That sounded kinda weird. It wasn’t like you regularly walked around thinking about Eddie Munson, and whether or not the judgment he’d been dealt was unjust–which it was. You only meant that, in the general sense, it never sat right with you to call anyone a freak.

“You here to audition?” You snapped out of your thoughts to find Eddie standing a few feet in front of you. He looked down at you, eyebrows slightly raised, the shadow of a smile splayed over his lips.

“Y-yes! Right,” you stammered, trying to kickstart your brain back up. “I’m-”

“Y/N,” he cut you off.

“You know who I am?” You gave him a puzzled look.

“You’re pretty much the only girl in that entire school who doesn’t exclusively buy their clothes at the Gap,” he smirked.

“How can you be sure? Have you checked the tags on them?” you smirked back at him. “What if I just buy my stuff there and dye it black?” He chuckled at that.

“Did you write ‘AC/DC’ on that shirt yourself, then?”

“Wait, you don’t do that?” You furrowed your brows and tried to look perplexed, but you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your mouth.

“You’re funny,” he said, while throwing his arm over your shoulders and beginning to guide you towards, what you assumed, were the rest of his bandmates. Your first thought was that Eddie smelled a lot nicer than you thought he would–not that you’d thought about what he’d smell like. You had expected him to reek of cheap cologne and weed, but he smelled vaguely of pine and cedar, with a hint of cigarettes.

“Don’t tell anyone,” you murmured.

Eddie stopped the two of you in front of two guys you recognized from school, but whose names you couldn’t remember.

“I present to you, the rest of Corroded Coffin.” Eddie gestured towards the three boys with his free hand. You gave them a little wave, that’s honestly pretty damn awkward.

“Holy smokes, someone actually showed?” said one of the guys, wearing a red flannel, looking between you and Eddie. The other guy also glanced between the pair of you, and all of a sudden Eddie’s arm seemed to burn your shoulders. At the same time, he appeared to realize your position as well, removing his arm and awkwardly stepping to the side.

“Guys, this is Y/N.” Eddie gestured towards you this time. They eyed you up, and you were ready for one of them to make a comment about you being a girl, or something along those lines. But instead one of them locked eyes with you.

“Favorite band?” he asked.

“Queen,” you responded without a doubt.

“Solid.”

“Should we do a Queen song, then?” Eddie asked.

“Huh?”

“Do you want to sing a Queen song? So we can hear how you sound?”

“Yeah. Sure.” You had almost forgotten that you were gonna have to sing something. “Do you guys know how to play ‘Hammer to Fall’?”

Eddie said “yes” at the same time the other guys said “no”. They then suggested you sing with only the guitar in the background, so they could better hear your voice. You and Eddie got through the song together, drawing some attention from the drunks scattered around the room.

By the time Eddie had put his guitar down, you had begun nervously picking at the hem of your miniskirt. None of them showed any indication as to whether your performance met their standards or not. The three of them huddled together and began whispering. You tried to make out at least a few words, but you couldn’t catch anything.

After a while Eddie turned around slowly. His face bore a stern expression and you felt your stomach sink.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie began, your heart breaking a little. “But it looks like you’re gonna have to start spending some time with the freaks of Hawkins High,” he continued.

“You can’t begin like that!” you exclaimed, striking his chest with the back of your hand. Eddie sent you a wide smile and caught your hand, before holding it between his own. Suddenly, there were butterflies in your stomach.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled and pressed a light kiss to your knuckles. The butterflies escaped into your chest.

That’s how you became the lead singer of Corroded Coffin. That’s also how you ended up in the school cafeteria, a couple weeks later, arguing with Dustin Henderson about what time Neil Armstrong stepped onto the moon.

“It was at 2:54 am!” Dustin exclaimed, frustrated.

“No, it was at 2:56, Dustin!” you bellowed back.

“Are you not listening to me? He took his first step onto the moon at-”

“Listen to the lady, Henderson,” Eddie cut in. “She’s usually right.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you smiled at him.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, against his will.

“Eddie, no offense,” Dustin started off, “but you’ve failed to graduate high school, like, three times.” Everyone at the table went quiet. “So, I don’t exactly trust your opinion.”

You had to cover up the laugh that tried to escape you with a cough. Eddie stopped glaring at Dustin for a second to glare at you. “Sorry,” you mumbled under your breath.

Dustin's face had gone slack as he realized what he’d just said. “Eddie, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s alright, Henderson.” The tension in the younger boy's shoulders went away immediately as he let out a breath. “But you’re still wrong.”

You had never seen a person's mouth from such a straight line. You could tell that Dustin had fought with all his strength to not say anything.

“Not to rain on your parade, man,” Mike cut in, “but it was at 2:56.”

“Michael!” Dustin snapped at the other boy, with such force it was a miracle his “Thinking Cap” hadn’t flown across the room.

You giggled into the back of your hand. What you didn’t notice was the smirk that grew on Eddie's lips when he saw you laugh.

Then you remembered that you’d wanted to talk to Eddie about one of the songs the two of you had been working on. There was one line in the second verse that you felt just wasn’t right, and you needed to fix it before the gig tonight.

“Eds?”

“Yes, princess?” You ignored the heat that rushed to your cheeks.

You pulled the notepad out of your bookbag and showed the right page to him. “I think we should change this,” you said, pointing to the words.

He leaned in to get a better view. “Yeah, you’re right. That doesn’t look right.” His words were spoken right into your ear, causing a chill to run down your spine.

The two of you went back and forth, trying out new words to see what would sound the best. When the bell rang, you weren’t even close to finished. Because the more you looked at the song, the more you realized it was crap. Maybe some of the weed you’d smoked while writing it was to blame.

“We have to get this fixed before tonight,” Eddie stated. “We promised we would have a new song for tonight.”

“Oh, yes, we can’t disappoint the handful of drunks who happen to be there tonight,” you chuckled.

“They’ve started paying more attention since you joined.” You rolled your eyes at that.

“But, I agree. We gotta fix this.” Your eyes met his. “I’ll be at your place around 4. That sound good?”

“Thank you,” he said, then planted a quick kiss to the top of your head before hurrying away.

“Why are you in a rush to get to class?” you called after him.

“I gotta graduate this year!”

Your knuckles never got the chance to strike the front door of Eddie’s trailer. Instead, it swung open, with you still holding your closed fist up like an idiot. You lowered it awkwardly, tucking your hand into your pocket.

“Hello, there,” he smirked at you.

“Hi,” you got out, sounding like a moron.

Eddie stepped to the side, letting you enter. You glanced around the trailer. There was no sign of Eddie’s uncle, but his comings and goings weren’t something you’d yet figured out. You knew he worked nights at the plant. But, surely, it was too early for him to have already left, right? Whatever.

Half an hour later and you were sprawled out on Eddie’s bed, notepad in front of you and pen between your teeth. Eddie sat in his desk chair, guitar in hand. Your eyes tracked his ringed fingers as they moved over the strings, going from chord to chord. Their movement had you in a trance. The way your mind tended to wander when you were around Eddie was something you liked to ignore–yet it happened all the same.

“Hey, Y/N. Wake up!” (I apologize)

Your eyes snapped to his. “What?”

“Are you even listening?”

“Sorry.” You buried your face in your hands.

“Let’s take a break,” Eddie said, then pressed play on whatever cassette he’d listened to earlier. You smirked as Freddie Mercury’s voice met your ears.

“Queen?” You looked up at him with big eyes.

“I was prepared, just in case,” he said, suddenly shy.

“Aww, you’re a softie.” A smile washed over your face.

Eddie sat down next to you on the bed and shoved your shoulder playfully. “I am not!”

“Yes, you are!” The tip of your finger jabbed him in the side. He snatched your wrist before you could pull it away. As you tried to wring it out of his grip, he took the opportunity to grab your other arm as well. You were now fighting to get both of your hands back. But Eddie easily used your arms to swing your body down onto the bed. You continued to struggle, and in order to hold you still he pinned your body down under his own.

You looked up into his eyes, gazing right back down at you. Your chests were heaving slightly from the exertion. For a brief moment, Eddie's gaze strayed to your lips. Then they did it again and once more, until they stayed there.

“Have I ever told you I had a crush on you last year?” He spoke the words quietly, afraid you were gonna make fun of him.

“No.”

“You were sat in the cafeteria, combat boots up on the table,” he looked back at your eyes. “You had your Walkman with you and I could hear ‘Run to the Hills’ blaring through your headphones. It took me three weeks to not look for you the second I stepped in there. And every single day you were sitting at the same table, alone. I drove myself crazy, wondering what would happen if I just walked over there.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but before he had the chance to respond, you raised your head off the mattress and crashed your mouth against his. It took him a few seconds to react. Once he did, your head was slammed back down onto the bed, his lips working hungrily against your.

Your hands went up to cup the sides of his face and draw in nearer, while Eddie’s hands grabbed at your hips. He pulled away from your lips, and you were certain he would say something about how you couldn’t continue what you were doing. But instead he started trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

You gasped as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of your neck. His tongue trailing after to soothe the area. You tangled your fingertips into the curly hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer. He planted kisses along your collarbone, before returning his mouth to your neck.

You were panting underneath him. His mouth sucked on your neck. You knew it would leave a mark, but you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care. And honestly, there was a part of you that wanted him to mark you up, claim you.

“Eddie,” you breathed, as the suction on your neck grew rougher.

You felt Eddie smirk against your skin as he hummed. His fingers played with the hem of your shirt. He began pushing it up every so slowly, giving you the chance to stop him. But you just arched your back in response, willing him to push it up farther. However, he left it bunched up right before your bra could be revealed. You let out a disappointed huff.

“I wanna feel before I see,” he mused and let his fingers slide underneath the fabric of your top. He grasped your covered breasts and squeezed lightly. The way you let out a shaky breath let him know you enjoyed it. So he gave them another squeeze, harder this time. You raised your chest, asking for more, and he obliged.

He ran a thumb over your nipple. Your body shuddered in response, causing Eddie to smirk and do it again. A whimpering sound escaped your lips. You felt heat pooling between your legs, certain that if Eddie went on like this, a wet patch was gonna form in your underwear.

Eddie removed his hands from your chest, and a frown appeared on your lips. To your delight, they made quick work of removing your shirt. You helped him get it off, then tossed it onto the floor. The cool air contrasted against your flushed skin, which caused goosebumps to form across your body.

Eddie was staring down at you, examining your chest. The piercing attention made you feel self conscious, your hands instinctively going up to cover yourself. But Eddie was quicker, taking your arms and pinning them to your sides.

“Don’t,” was all he said.

So you tried looking away to escape his examining eyes. He grabbed your jaw with rough fingers, forcing you to turn your head towards him. Still, you refused to meet his eyes.

“Look at me.” Reluctantly, you locked your gaze on his. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful.” He said the last part more to himself.

Heat rushed to your face. You wanted to turn your head away once more, but Eddie still had a hold of your jaw.

When he felt certain you wouldn’t look away, he let go of your face. Then he returned his curious hands to your clothed chest, squeezing and running his fingers over your, now very hard, nipples. And once again you were a whimpering mess underneath him.

His lips went back to trailing openmouthed kisses along your collarbone. His hungry mouth traveled downward, leaving marks along the way. But it wasn’t enough.

You pushed him away from you. Eddie was sure you were gonna ask him to stop. Instead, you sat up slightly, your hands disappearing behind your back to unclasp your bra. It quickly joined your shirt on the floor.

Eddie was grinning like an idiot. His eyes eating up the sight of you, Y/N Y/L/N, splayed out on his bed topless. Your chest heaving, causing your tits to move in a way he could only describe as deeply erotic. If he hadn’t been nursing a hard-on before, he sure was now.

He would be lying if he’d said he hadn’t thought about you like this. When you’d leaned forward to grab something and your shirt had slipped down, he’d had to stop himself from reaching out and cupping your breasts. Or when you licked the paper while rolling a joint, and his mind wandered to what it would be like having that tongue doing the same thing elsewhere. Or when he woke up in the middle of the night, craving a release after you’d haunted his dreams.

But having you here, in front of him, topped anything his imagination had been able to cook up. He felt your hips bucking underneath him, craving friction just as much as he did. However, before he could get to that, he had another task at hand.

He took your left nipple in his mouth, using the tip of his tongue to play with it. He pinched the other one between his fingers.

“E-Eddie,” you moaned, as you felt your slick slowly stain the fabric between your thighs. You clenched around nothing. “Eddie.”

You didn’t want him to stop what he was doing, but you needed some friction, anything. He was taken aback when you shoved him off of you, then straddled him. You quickly began grinding your hips against his, moaning over the sudden relief.

“So greedy,” he said through a grunt.

“Shut up, Munson.”

If he’d thought you were hot earlier, it was nothing against the way you looked now–head rolled back, skirt bunched up around your hips, hands gripping his chest for support as you dry hump the bulge in his jeans. His fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs.

Eddie was sad that your tit was no longer in his mouth. However, the way you grinded against him didn’t have him feeling blue for long. And seeing you take what you wanted was insanely attractive.

“Eds?”

“Yes, princess?”

“I need you to do something,” you said, still working your hips at a steady pace.

“I was doing something when you interrupted me,” he smirked. All you did was whine in response, and the smug look was wiped off his face. “Alright, sweetheart.”

Eddie lifted you off of him and placed you back on the bed. He was perched between your legs, once again devouring the sight of you–the way your boobs were drooping to the sides, forced down by gravity. And the way your nipples were stiff, one of them glistening with his saliva.

He studied your face, loving the way your lips were swollen from having battled with his own, and loving that he now knew what those lips tasted like.

His hands grabbed the waistband of your skirt. “Mind if I take this off?”

You shook your head and raised your hips, causing Eddie to smirk.

The way he removed it was agonizingly slow, but he wanted to make sure he had time to scan every inch of your skin with his eyes. They moved down your legs–God, he never knew legs could be this attractive.

But what caught Eddie’s attention in the end was the wet stain that had formed in your underwear. He ran a finger over it. You hummed in response, as your eyes fell shut–finally.

Eddie made quick work of removing your underwear, and they joined the rest of your clothes on the floor. You felt it was unfair that you were completely naked, while Eddie hadn’t shed a single article of clothing.

“Eddie?”

“Yes, love?” (Aaron Warner who?)

“Can you take your shirt off?” you asked, suddenly embarrassed.

A smirk grew on Eddie’s face. “Since you asked so nicely.” He removed his top in one swift motion.

This wasn’t the first time you’d seen Eddie without his shirt on. You, Eddie and the other guys from the band had gone to Lovers Lake after your first gig together, and Gareth had pushed Eddie into the water. Which had been an awful idea since it was during early March.

Eddie had gotten out of the water, soaked and freezing, wet bangs sticking to his forehead. He had taken off his drenched jacket, cursing Gareth under his breath for ruining his precious piece of leather. His shirt had quickly followed, and you had turned your burning face away from him, as he searched through the back of his van for a blanket.

This time you didn’t turn away. Instead, you let your eyes travel over his pale skin. Your fingers traced the ink covering his chest, admiring the artwork. You made a mental note to ask him about them later.

You were so consumed by the sight before you, that you hadn’t noticed when Eddie moved his hand to hover between your open legs. However, him swiping his thumb over your clit pulled you out of your trance as you let out a groan.

Your hand, that had been tracing shapes on Eddie’s chest, grabbed onto his forearm. He looked up at you. “Do you want me to stop?” You hastily let go again. He could do anything, as long as he promised to keep touching you. Your head rapidly shook from side to side.

He ran his fingers through your folds once more, spreading you slick over your aching bud. Eddie began tracing small circles over the bundle of nerves and your eyes fell shut. You let out sighs of pleasure, lightly moving your hips against him.

Eddie leaned down and began placing kisses on your sternum, moving down and doing the same along your stomach. Before you knew it his head was between your thighs. He planted quick pecks on the inside of your thigh, then replaced his thumb with his lips.

Eddie brushed the tip of his tongue over your clit.

“Fuck,” you moaned, and you could feel Eddie’s lips quirking into a smirk.

The way he worked his tongue over your cunt made you feel sorry for any guy that had ever gone down on you for thinking they’d done a good job. Because this felt so good and the moans leaving you were genuine, not forced like usually.

When you didn’t think it could get any better, you felt one of Eddie’s fingers at your entrance, slowly pushing its way inside of you.

“E-Eddie! Fuck-” you bit the back of your hand to stifle the sound.

“You don’t have to worry, sweetheart. No one can hear you. Let it out.”

You removed your hand and at that exact moment Eddie curled his finger inside you. The sound you let out was heady–and quite intoxicating in Eddie's opinion.

Your fingers found their way into Eddie’s curls, which he only took as encouragement. Eddie was sucking at your clit like his life depended on it, and it almost did, because he thought he was going to die if he didn’t get to hear you moan his name one more time. Eddie added another finger, and you didn’t need many seconds to begin grinding your hips against them.

You felt the knot in your stomach begin to tighten. “Eddie, I’m close.”

“I know, I know.” He didn’t need you to tell him, he could feel the way your walls were clamping against his fingers. Eddie put even more effort in–he couldn’t wait to have you come undone.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-”

And just like that you were cuming on Eddie Munson’s tongue, his fingers working magic inside of you, while Freddie Mercury was telling you to Get Down, Make Love.

Eddie lifted his head from between your trembling legs, and removed his fingers before popping them in his mouth, savoring every last drop of you.

As you were coming down from your high, your head fell to the side. That’s when the clock on Eddie’s nightstand caught your attention–5:44 pm.

“Shit!” you exclaimed. “Eddie, we need to be at The Hideout in fifteen minutes.”

“What?” His eyes snapped to the clock. “Crap!”

Eddie threw his shirt back on, before diving onto the floor in search of your clothes. You got your bra and skirt tossed at you, then your panties followed. You hastily put them on, then joined Eddie in the search for your shirt.

“I can’t find it!”

“Here, take this,” Eddie said and tossed you a shirt from his closet.

You pulled it on, grinning slightly–it smelled like him.

On the other side of the room, the sight of you in his shirt had Eddie fighting the urge to throw you back onto the bed and let tonight's gig figure itself out. But you came rushing past him and he was pulled from his reverie.

“Eddie, you coming?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, sorry.” He looked at you reluctantly, afraid that the moment was over and that you were gonna sweep it under the rug and act as if it never happened.

“We’re just taking a break, okay?”

A smile split Eddie’s face, and he threw on his jacket before grabbing his keys. The two of you rushed out to Eddie’s van, making sure to not forget his guitar.

You were almost at The Hideout when something struck you. “What are we gonna do about the song?”

“The drunks can live without it, we were up to more important things.”

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ragnarachael · 2 years ago

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You Say It’s Enough (In Fact It’s Too Much)

Paring: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: a nice, even 4.9k

Summary: There was one thing Eddie Munson had learned once he started to date you: you were practically raised on the band Queen. He really liked that he had someone to spar with intellectually about music, yes, but somehow, some way, Queen was always brought into the equation. One day, after the two of you had a fun little go in his van, you made an off-handed comment about how you two had fucked to one of his favorite albums, so why not one of yours?

And, well. That's how you got here, face pressed into the mattress as Queen's News Of The World album plays as a back track.

Warnings: oral (fem receiving), orgasm delay/denial, orgasm control, fingering, brief p in v (literally for a few seconds and then IT’S GONE), soft little in between moments <333333

Notes: ok look. this started off as seeing eddie munson everywhere. i didn’t even see the season when i started this. THEN I sat down, watched the entire season in one sitting and now i’m depressed and wanted to finish this for serotonin. and i smashed my almost year long queen obsession in with it. so. ENJOY MY EROTICA <3

F E E D B A C K! | A O 3 L I N K! | T A G L I S T L I N K

You were thankful your parents were out of town on a business trip for the week because you’re more than sure the sound of Queen’s News Of The World album isn’t drowning out any of your moans as your face is pressed deep, deep into your mattress while your boyfriend practically makes out with your pussy, having rolled you over to sit on his face. His fingers that are adorned with those stupid clunky rings seem to brush your clit at every frantic thrust he delivers in time with the rhythm of track six, Fight From The Inside. You can hear the faint clacking of the metal at certain thrusts his fingers twist to give you.

Eddie’s clearly not planning on slowing or stopping with his little game he’s got going as his mouth stops sucking and tracing your folds, as well as the three fingers inside you come to a stop for a third time. It’s extremely effective, making you sob loudly into the mattress, begging to have some fucking form of release.

You feel Eddie’s free hand rub along the curve of your thigh in a way of comfort as he lets you come down from the high you’d been chasing currently.

“You alright, sweetheart? Sounds like three’s a lot,” Eddie asks, breath fanning over your drooling pussy as you try to pull your face from your damp sheets due to his tone of concern he has for you. You can practically hear his smile when you let out a loud groan, hips twitching to have his fingers shift inside you just a bit deeper. “Easy, finale’s comin’ soon, don’t you worry.”

You’re slightly confused as to what Eddie means by finale. You’re too drunk on arousal and pleasure to think into it as the ending of the song fills your room; Roger Taylor’s falsetto making your ears ring as you moan brokenly—maybe even almost in key with the recording, which would make a personal dream of yours come true—all while Eddie’s fingers are leaving your pussy with a noise that you can barely hear over the everything going on all at once. All you’re properly aware of is that you’re empty, readily pushing your bottom half out more to your boyfriend in a silent plea to bring his fingers back to where you need them most as he shifts around from underneath you. Eddie’s shoulders are gone from either side of your kneecaps, and your bed dips under his full weight before he’s shuffling around your bedroom.

Once the song is over, you start to realize what Eddie could have possibly meant by finale.

Suddenly, his hands are at your hips and breaking you from your thoughts, the tip of his hard cock gliding effortlessly through your puffy, aching cunt just as an all too familiar bass line starts to reverberate in your bedroom as the head catches on the rim of your weeping, stretched open hole.

Get Down, Make Love.

“Oh, fuck,” you wail loud and breathy along with the guitar in the song, twisting the upper half of your body so you can watch Eddie as he smirks at you evilly, slowly pressing into your molten core. “You’re fucking evil.”

Eddie’s slow the whole time. It’s driving you insane, you wish you had the energy to chew him out for it as you both watch how slow his hips are. You two normally go fast and hard—this had been a change. Granted, he was delaying your orgasms. That’s probably why he was going so slow.

That, and also so you can feel just how he stretches you out. Times like these make for great moments to throw in some dirty talk, but he already talked himself up during the beginning of this sexual nightmare.

“What my girl asks for,” Eddie starts once he finally has his cock seated completely inside of you. You could feel how deep he was, just how thick. You were close to being fucking rabid, just having him seated balls deep inside of your cunt like this.

He takes a moment to savor how your cunt wraps around his cock so tight in this position before leaning over your bare back to finish speaking, “she gets. Whine about how you haven’t gotten to get fucked to Queen before? Oh, well now..”

Your breath hitches when you feel Eddie’s calloused fingers swirl your clit for a few moments almost as if he’s the one playing the guitar and tugging the strings to make that first wailing noise again.

Except you’re the guitar, and you’re already high-strung enough to be screaming for him to fuck you into the next deepest pit of hell.

“Pl-Please, Ed,” you beg, feeling how tight his grip on your hips are. He’s wanting to plow you into the mattress, you can feel him twitching inside of you and holding back as he slowly slides out of your sopping cunt only to deliver two deep, hard thrusts in time with the infamous bass line you basically grew up listening to whenever you visited your extended family in London.

Eddie shushes you gently, his less ring heavy hand trailing up your spine to gently grip the back of your neck once you readjust your head to be pressing into the mattress again.

He’s been doing this to every song since the third track of the fucking album, both with his fingers and now his cock. Fucking teasing you in time with the tempos, or whatever had a pattern to his ears. Sheer Heart Attack, the track in question that had started this all, was where he made you cum once with no stimulation whatsoever to make you crave more before edging you twice.

The two tracks after that, All Dead, All Dead and Spread Your Wings, he took it easy on you. Lavished your body with kisses, just overall being gentle—until the end of Spread Your Wings, where during the solo he sang proudly, oh baby, spread your legs and thighs away! as an invite to start eating you out before he turned the two of you over so you were hovering over his face just in time for Fight From The Inside earlier.

You loved Eddie Munson, truly, but the fact that the memories you’ll have for this album will be taken over with how good and thorough you’d been fucked at the hands of your merciless boyfriend is going to kill you when you visit your uncle in the summer for your birthday.

You’re trying not to think too hard about how he’s following the rhythm he’s created, and you’re so far off into being sure you don’t let yourself cum by thinking about anything and possibly everything again that you realize Eddie is already pulling out of you just at the end of the song to carefully guide you over onto your back.

“Hey, baby,” he greets softly, hearing your quiet whimper of how empty you feel again, large hands cupping either side of your face. “How’re we feelin’?”

Sleeping On The Sidewalk crackles to life through your record player’s speakers as you try to find words to reply with, grounding yourself with the feeling of his rings against your cheeks. “Good, green.”

Eddie smiles fondly down at you and presses a kiss to your slightly damp lips. Moaning and shoving your face into the sheets below you really do a number, both to you and the sheets. You’re shocked drool isn’t smeared across your chin right now. You try to go and deepen the kiss, but Eddie is sure to pull away so he can let you take a proper breather.

“Wait,” you mutter, just realizing what song is playing as a shaky hand moves to grip at one of his wrists to try and communicate you want his hands to stay on your face. Your eyes move into a squint to glare at your boyfriend. “You’re an asshole.”

Eddie gasps, just to amuse you a bit further to ignore how he’s left you hanging for what feels like the billionth time alone tonight.

“What! What did I do?” He asks, still grinning like a dope as he lets the hand that isn’t being held at the wrist to glide over the curves of your wired body gently to try and cool you down. “I’m not doin’ anything.”

“You didn’t wanna fuck me while this song plays. Because you know I have a thing for Brian May.” You pout to punctuate just how rude he’s being. To be frank, even if you’ve fantasized late at night that you were getting nailed by a certain guitarist to his own song—your boyfriend nailing you would be just as good, if not better.

You realize that if Eddie could somehow hear your thoughts, he would either kill you, or Brian May himself. It honestly makes you start to laugh a bit.

Eddie snorts, starting to giggle with you as his hand on your cheek shifts slightly to cup your jaw slightly so his thumb could trace your protruding bottom lip, his free hand coming to a halt and stopping just under your left breast and stroking the curve of it. “Yes, and no. You’re getting a breather for this song and the next.”

You raise a brow, both of your giggles going away while you trace your thumb along one of the prominent tendons in Eddie’s wrist while you fight the urge to take his thumb between your lips. “And the Brian May comment?”

“Well,” Eddie starts, eyes flicking at your lips and his thumb before he’s moving his hand lower to cup your neck. “Let’s just say there are better guitarist’s out there.”

“Thought this was supposed to be a breather, not gearing me up to prove that you’re wrong.” You huff, fully leaning into his touch while his other hand moves to fully envelop your tit and knead the flesh. “Playing with my tits won’t make me back down either. You’ll just have to shut me up with that cock of yours.”

Eddie smirks at your tone, suddenly leaning his face down to lick between his fingers where your nipple is protruding out from. “Don’t tempt me, sweetheart. I’m already having a hell of a time not working you to exhaustion tonight, and honestly that last song didn’t help.”

You let out a loud whine. His voice makes your skin hum a bit more than a moment ago, and you throw your head back into the pillows behind you before getting your rebuttal ready, hands starting to bury themselves back into the sheets again to prepare for Eddie’s own form of torture.

“Get Down, Make Love is supposed to have that affect. I thought you were gonna make me cum to that, Munson.”

You can’t dial back how needy your voice sounds. You’re desperate for release at this point.

“Not until the end of the album, baby,” Eddie sing-songs, lapping at your nipple just to give you some stimulation to fixate on. His other hand is starting to travel lower now to your neglected breast. “I plan to have you high strung for the full 40 minute run time this album has.”

You want to snap back that it’s actually 39 minutes, perhaps he should do proper research—but you don’t have it in you to torch him with your words when he’s starting to kiss and lick and suck your chest the way he is through the current song—you have to be at the middle of it, you’re sure you are. The guitar solo in this song particular is closer to the end.

You’re whimpering, really. It’s a bit pathetic when you zone in what Eddie is doing to your tits just so you can get your brain off of Brian May, and the impending argument you now have on your hands about guitarists and their techniques again. Your hips are bucking up and knocking against his abdomen, and it’s now you realized how he’s adjusted his body that’s hovering above you so he’s sure his cock isn’t going to brush against your pussy as your hips move.

Part of you wants to desperately put your hands on his body again, but he’s moving around so much you’re not quite sure if you should.

“Eddie!” You whine, high and needy as he bites and sucks just under one of your breasts he hasn’t detached from. You feel him hum against your skin but you don’t take the time of day to reply to it, opting for deep breaths to try and reign in both your annoyance of your boyfriend and your begging. Eddie isn’t deserving of it unless he gets his cock back in you.

Who Needs You starts to ring through the speakers, and this is when you finally relate to this song for the first time in your time listening to it. Eddie is starting to leave scattered bites all over your chest—low enough to keep wearing low cut tops you love so your parents don’t kick your ass, but if you looked hard enough you may just find some faint discoloration.

“T-Two songs left, Munson,” you pant out, not realizing how worked up you could get from Eddie’s mouth in other places. “Y’gonna make it worth my time?”

He pulls off of your chest with a slight pop, brown eyes looking up at you as if you’ve just rolled a successful kill in a campaign. “Is that a joke or a challenge?”

“Well, the last two songs aren’t really peppy—“

“Yeah, and? Who said I wasn’t gonna give it to you slow?” Eddie scoffs playfully, breath puffing at your newly sensitive skin. “It sounds like you really have no faith in me, sweetheart. That hurts.”

“You know what hurts, Eds?” You say, trying to sound coy and alluring—really trying to sell it so you could fucking orgasm. “Not being allowed to cum on your boyfriends big, thick cock.”

Eddie doesn’t hesitate to properly hover over your body again, making sure his face is level with yours. Your noses were close to touching as he starts to coo down at you. You should have felt humiliated probably, but genuinely you just felt more turned on as you tilted your head to where your lips would brush Eddie’s when he spoke.

“Aw, poor little baby. Craving some good dick and getting all huffy when she’s asked for this.”

“I asked—“

“You asked to be fucked to one of your favorite albums, sweet thing. I’m doin’ exactly what you asked for. I want you nice and fucked out by the time Freddie Mercury’s voice has faded and the record has stopped completely. Which is a total of 40 minutes.”

“39, actually,” you whisper, lips brushing Eddie’s just a bit more before he’s letting out a soft huff of a laugh and finally connecting your lips in a hungry kiss. If Eddie’s gearing up to try and comment on your nitpicking, you’ll try and find a small retort when he isn’t kissing the life out of you currently.

You can still taste yourself on his lips slightly, and that makes your head blur further and igniting your need to feel actual pleasure and follow through the wave of orgasm. Eddie licks past your open lips when you let out a breathy gasp. You swipe your tongue against his before he’s starting to pull away and nip at your bottom lip.

“You’re so picky,” Eddie teases quietly, chuckling before you’re giggling lightly with him, your hands finally moving to be placed on his bare sides. “I should have never chose this album from the list you gave me.”

“Why?” You pout, suddenly getting defensive. “It’s a good album, got two good solos for Roger and Brian.”

“Exactly,” Eddie snorted. “Your wet dream celebrities, all while I’m fucking you.”

“If you had chosen Hot Space it would probably be just as bad.”

Eddie groaned loudly, shoving his face in between your shoulder and your neck, mumbling loudly. “Not the shitty funk album.”

You laugh at your boyfriend’s dramatics as Who Needs You starts to fade out into It’s Late.

“If I can fuck you to Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica, then you can absolutely fuck me to Sleeping On The Sidewalk,” you huff, a hand going to rub Eddie’s back absentmindedly while you recall that night in his van. “You literally tapped the rhythm of the song on my skin when you tried to break my back—“

“You think Metallica’s bad, try Ozzy—“

“No!” You exclaim, slowly rolling your neck before feeling Eddie’s lips pressing kisses onto your skin. “No. He bites bat’s heads off, Ed. That’s disgusting.”

Eddie pulled his head from your neck, a fully fake yet dramatic pain filled look directed at you on the bed. “Excuse me? Excuse me? Disgusting? That shit is just plain cool, baby.”

“Mm,” you hum, scrunching your face up. “If you say so.”

“I do,” Eddie starts, his hands starting to wander your body slowly. “I do say so. I’ll take you to a concert and prove it myself.”

“If you’re taking me to an Ozzy Osbourne concert, you’re coming to a Queen concert with me.” Your hands fall back onto the bed, assuming Eddie is starting to get into gear and finally finishing you off. It’s Late is almost done playing at this rate thanks to your chatter, but you know neither of you are really paying attention.

“Aren’t all of those in, oh I dunno, London.” Eddie’s thumbs rub across both of your nipples at the same time to get you gasping under his touch. “Last I recall, you have a passport and family there. I don’t.”

“Well,” you start breathy, “get one. I can call my uncle and he can snag us tickets for one of their summer or fall shows. He loves you.”

“He can, can he?” Eddie tilts his head like a puppy, hands tweaking at your nipples for merely a second longer before letting his hands continue downward, his head doing the same as he still lets you chat wildly about the tickets. You try not to let another gasp deter you from your reply.

“Yeah, he’s got connections, how else do you think I went to their other tours in earlier years,” you finish successfully. Speaking clearly with the conversation in mind to actually provide useful replies like a normal person is becoming harder. You’re feeling Eddie’s hands actually get close to your cunt again, and you’re sure that you’re already leaking with arousal just from his hands alone now.

“Babe, as much as I’m…enjoying, this lovely conversation about your wicked uncle and his connections,” Eddie responds breathily, suddenly making you painfully aware that his face is now leveled with your leaking pussy. “I think we can push it to the back burner for now, hm?”

Maybe you really shouldn’t have asked to fuck to a favorite Queen album of yours. You could go on tangents like this for hours—and you don’t really want to miss Eddie between your legs because of it.

“Y-Yeah,” you gasp lightly in reply, feeling Eddie’s plush lips kissing around fading marks he’d made on your thighs previous nights, “back burner, yes. Please—“

His chuckle is very, very close to the target you’re begging him to work to now, you can feel the vibration which is spurring you on just a bit more. You subtly—perhaps not so subtly for Eddie, his arm now moving to rest across the expanse of your hips before him—shift your hips toward him as a silent plea.

It’s Late starts to fade into the finale—My Melancholy Blues.

Normally, this is where the record would really end for you. Freddie’s voice croons over your speakers, and you just can’t get into it like you normally can. You are, personally, way more into the heavy sounds Queen produces anyway. But slowly, like some of the other songs you’d never enjoyed from their previous albums, you’ll grow to like it.

Hell, you may grow to love it as Eddie starts to slowly lick at your glistening folds, lapping at your slick that’s steadily pouring from your cunt now, finally getting some proper simulation after staying wired for so long.

“Yes,” you praise, high and needy just as Eddie’s lips wrap around your clit to suck lightly at the aching bud. “Fuck, yes Eddie.”

It’s embarrassing how easy it is to work you up to the point of whining and begging to cum, and if you weren’t so desperate, maybe you’d stop all together. But you’re babbling as Eddie’s fingertips trace over your loose hole before pressing deep inside of you again and brushing against the very spot he had teased you with from the beginning of getting his hands between your legs.

You moan loudly—it’s a moan you’re sure would have gotten you and Eddie caught, you’re suddenly feeling thankful for being home alone again—and your hands fly down south from the bedsheets to nestle in Eddie’s fizzy, slightly curled hair. He doesn’t slow his pace down like he has for the past however long it’s been now and your brain is fuzzy from the possibility that you can actually cum now.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” you hear Eddie coo suddenly, your pleasure only building and building as his rings clack together due to the speed he’s fingering you at, “c’mon and give it to me. You’re doing so well, look so pretty with my fingers deep in you like this.”

“E-Eddie,” you whimper, feeling your entire body tense up at the large wave of your orgasm finally starting it’s climax, about ready to crash down and wash over you.

“Let go, baby, it’s alright. I’ve got ya.”

And, well. You do.

You clench around Eddie’s fingers, hips jerking against the hold he has on you as you cum with a loud moan of his name. You try to arch your back as best you can with your hips being in place, and he’s licking your clit lightly—to help you come down from your high or prolong it, you don’t know, regardless—your hands twist in his hair, both wanting to press into the feeling he’s providing your pussy, but also wanting to pull away.

It feels so good.

Your body stops convulsing after you let your hands pull from Eddie’s hair as to not knot it more from your actives this evening, but he’s still using his tongue to stimulate you lightly. His fingers have stilled, still buried deep inside of you all while his other hand is stroking the expanse of your stomach as you come back to reality.

“Jesus, fuck—“

“Not my name, last I checked,” Eddie teases lightly, tilting his head to rest his cheek on your upper thigh. “How we feelin’, baby? Good?”

“Great,” you stress playfully, though you know Eddie understands just how serious you are about it since your body is all relaxed and pliant. “Very good. Thank you.”

“You’re so very welcome,” he coos, lightly pinching the skin of your tummy with his fingers. “Can I take my fingers out? You ready for that?”

You take a proper look down your body to make eye contact with Eddie and nod, trying to seem unfazed by how hot he looks after doing all that he did to you just now in a short span of time. You take a deep breath as he nods back with a teasing look which makes you laugh just a bit as he eases his fingers out of your soaked entrance.

Your face is absolutely heating up from the sound the two of you make—and the way Eddie lewdly presses his fingers into his mouth to clean his fingers of your slick. If your body wasn’t feeling so much like jell-o, you’d probably get on your knees and make out with him once they leave his lips with a small pop.

Not long after that, Eddie’s flopping onto the bed, dropping a few kisses to your lips before he’s completely laying next to you with a fond smile just as you scoot slowly into his chest.

“If you give me a bit and a bottle of water, I can help you out, if you’d like?” You offer quietly after a few minutes of snuggling Eddie. You’re both enveloped by complete silence now, the record being completely finished probably ages ago. If you had it your way you’d pick another vinyl from your collection to keep playing, but Eddie may gag at whatever else you have on your shelf if you’re not careful. You’d like for him to stay the night with minimal arguments about music this time.

Eddie hums. He sounds like he’s contemplating your offer as his chin rests atop your head.

“If you’re sure, sweet thing,” he finally replies. He takes a moment to lift his chin from your skull to press a kiss to where it once was. “Don’t want to push you too far. We’ve got shit to do tomorrow.”

“Shit to do,” you echo lightly in confusion. “Is that code for—“

“Yes ma’am,” Eddie says firmly, squeezing you playfully as he watches your reaction to his words carefully. “Character sheet day. We’re getting you in the saddle for my one-shot with Harrington’s kids.”

You groan dramatically, pressing your face further into the skin of his chest.

“I thought it was gonna be the day after tomorrow.”

“No, baby,” Eddie replies, hand running through your hair slowly. “Game day is that day. That’s Friday. Today’s Wednesday. Thursday is all about getting you prepped and ready.”

“Shit.” You pull your face from his chest to speak, and pout slightly. “I guess that really means no funny business tomorrow, huh?”

You watch Eddie’s face as he scrunches it into a doubtful look. It makes you giggle and drag yourself up his body so you could be face to face with him once again.

“I wouldn’t say no funny business. There can be some meetings of the funny variety, I’m not too strict, y’know.” You shudder as Eddie’s hands land on your sides, the metal of his rings having a bit of their chill again.

You bump your noses together, a knowing smile on your lips as you look your boyfriend in the eye. “Mm. Good to know.”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hums in reply, his eyes crinkling as he smiles back at you. “You gonna kiss me, or just stare into my eyes all night? Last I was told I needed to get you a drink before we got started again.”

“Am I not allowed to look at you, Munson? Gosh,” you huff. It’s over Eddie’s face completely, and you try not to laugh at his reaction to your breath before you’re moving your face away from his slowly.

Until his hand lands on the back of your neck, pulling you right back to where you were. You squeak in his face, giggling lightly as he growls playfully in your face, teeth nipping at your bottom lip to seem intimidating.

Really, he just looked like a huffy kitten, this close up.

“Don’t be a brat, sweetheart. I could easily pick another album of yours and start this all again. The night is young, and so am I.”

You purse your lips, tilting your head to the side. You’re sure your eyes give away just what you’re thinking as you speak: “don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”

Eddie’s eyes scan over your face frantically, his expression staying the same as he tries to be sure you’re serious with him before his lips are pulling into a devious smirk, pressing your foreheads together.

“You don’t know what you’ve just walked into, sweetheart.”

“Pretty sure I do know,” you quip quietly, your lips brushing over Eddie’s as you speak. “I still want a water before we start, though, Eds.”

Eddie takes a moment to sit in silence with you. You’re not sure what he’s doing until he’s quick to press a kiss to your lips and savor it before carefully pulling himself from the bed and looking around for his boxers or a pair of lingering sweatpants.

“Fine. Fine! Water, some snacks and then I’ll torture you. Sound fair to you?” Eddie finishes by saying your name to be sure you’re paying attention to him, not looking around at anything particular—he wouldn’t really mind if you were looking at his dick, probably, but he’s trying to be sure you’re taken care of right now. That’s probably off the table.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I got the good fruit snacks—“

“Really?” Eddie stops completely when he finally moves to step into the sweatpants he discarded earlier in the night. “Like, the good good ones?”

You can’t hide your laughter at this point and nod while covering your mouth as you giggle. Eddie rushes back over to the side of your bed and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll be back with some waters and the whole god damn box of fruit snacks! Don’t miss me too much, baby!” He’s yelling, and there’s really no reason to but you let it happen anyways as you shift around in your bed to get comfy while you wait, watching the doorway fondly as Eddie rushes out to head down the stairs.

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