#current brian may x reader smut

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#9 “Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” “O-Okay.” 

Brian Zvonecek x fem

From the “That’s how I want you to touch me” Prompt list (or something like that I kinda forgot the proper title sorry)

Inexperienced - [ Brian ‘Otis’ Zvonecek ] 18+

Prompt: “Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay? I want to make you feel as good as possible.” “O-Okay.” 

Word Count: 1479

Warnings: female!reader, smut - [ oral - fem!receiving, inexperienced Brian ]

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Brian always knew he wasn’t the most experienced when it came to women, not like Severide or Casey, or even Cruz for that matter. He knew there were things he hadn’t done yet, things he was yet to try and he was okay with that, he’d learned to live with his inexperience. That was until he met you.

Meeting you had been the best thing that ever happened to him. The luckiest moment of his life, one he still couldn’t believe had actually happened. Brian could already see a long and loving future with you, even after the short few weeks that you’d been together, which is why when the two of you decided to abandon your movie to have a little fun instead, he figured that now would be the best time to broaden his horizons.

You'd already made him feel better than he'd ever felt before, more attractive, more in the league of men a woman like you should be with. The way you touched him, nails digging so deep into his skin that you left more than just dents. The softness of your lips mixed with the hotness of your tongue as you kissed every single part of him you could reach, making all traces of any self consciousness he may have felt simply fade away under that hungry desperation you had for him.

He wanted to repay the favour, make you feel exactly as you’d made him feel. He could kiss you, touch you, compliment you as much as he could and sure that would more than likely be enough to make you reach that level of high he was currently on, but there was one other way he could think off to give back to you, to make you feel good, the only problem was, he'd never done it before.

"I want to taste you..." Brian began, his voice breathlessly hot against your kiss swollen lips as he lay above you on the couch, his body between your legs which wrapped tightly around his. "All of you... But I-I've never actually- I've never-"

"Gone down on a woman before?" You finished for him, watching as he flushed pink with embarrassment, more pink than he was from the mere hotness between you both. He nodded his head as you cupped his face, trailing your thumb over his equally kiss swollen lips, staring deep into his eyes and seeing the worry that rested behind the desire.

You didn't care that he was inexperienced, You actually found it to be quite a turn on and actually it didn't seem all that accurate given how he could make you feel. But to hear that he'd never tasted a woman before, that you would be his first and that he wanted you to be his first, well that was enough to make you weaker at the knees than you’d ever felt before.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." You whispered in assurance, running your thumb across his bottom lip.

"I do want to, God, I want to... I want to make you feel good."

"You're already doing that." You replied softly, trailing your hands up his muscular back to grip his shoulders whilst at the same time lifting your hips up from the couch, desperate to feel some kind of friction between your legs. "But if you want to try it... You can... Just don't think about it too much… Let your tongue do all the work."

The corners of Brian's lips rose a little as he leaned down brushing his lips lightly over yours before planting them firmly against them. The kiss was hot and heavy, the two of you all but devouring each other. Starving. Hungry. Begging for air yet never wanting to break apart.

Brian leaned his body deeper against you, the open fly on his jeans brushing lightly across you in a way that made your hips jerk beneath him and had you moan into his mouth in a way that gave him all the courage he needed to move things further south.

Trailing hot and fiery kisses across your jawline and down your neck, his mouth close enough to your body that he could feel the goosebumps he caused you against his tongue, he moved slowly downwards, lips brushing lightly over your breasts, making a sweet sounding gasp escape your lips.

"Keep going." You panted softly, glancing down at him just long enough to see him place one last kiss against each of your nipples before trailing his tongue down your stomach, his teeth grazing lightly over your hip bones, making them twitch just a little beneath him.

So much for being inexperienced, the man was practically an expert.

“Let me know if I’m doing anything wrong, okay?” Brian whispered, pacing firm yet sweet kisses along your inner thigh, allowing you to feel his facial hair against your skin. “I want to make you feel as good as possible.”

“O-Okay.” You nodded, already feeling out of breath and he hadn’t even started yet.

It's safe to say that the second Brian's tongue started lapping against the throbbing bundle of nerves between your legs, you were already a whining, shaking mess beneath him. Your body was sweating making you thankful for the blanket you’d laid out beneath you otherwise it wouldn't have been fun pulling yourself off your leather couch after you'd stuck to it.

Fingers gripping his dark curls, your back arched as soft, whimpering pants left your lips each time you felt the roughness of Brian's moustache against your sensitive skin. Each flick of his tongue as he devoured you like the hungriest of men, afraid that you’d be taken away from him and that every single second counted. Which for him it did as he didn’t want there to be a single moment where you weren’t feeling anything but pleasure.

"Fuck..." Your breathy moan as your body practically quivered was enough to make Brian smile against you, something you felt and something that only added to the pleasure in which you felt course through your body. “God… That feels so fucking good.”

He glanced up at you through his eyelashes, watching as your eyes rolled into the back of your head with each rhythmic motion of his tongue, your teeth biting hard against your lip that he was surprised you hadn't drawn blood yet. Even the pressure in which his fingers were digging into your thighs, holding you tight against him was enough to almost push you over the edge into complete and utter bliss.

“Fuck… Brian, fuck...” You gasped, gripping his hair tighter as he only started moving faster, swapping between flicking furiously against your swollen clit with his tongue and sucking eagerly on it. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”

The lack of stopping from Brian made it clear to you that he wanted you to come while he was down there and the second your back began to arch off the couch as you were hit with that intense rush of pleasure, his tongue fell downwards, pushing through your soaking slit, wanting to taste the way you came. Or rather the way he’d made you come. His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing fast, yet gentle, circles against it in order to prolong your orgasm for as long as possible.

Your head grew fuzzy, your eyes clouding over as all you could do was moan his name in between whimpers as he continued to prolong your orgasm, the best orgasm you’d ever felt in your entire life. You couldn’t believe he’d never done this before, especially not since your body was practically levitating off the couch before you slowly fell back down, deep, ragged breaths escaping your lips as Brian pulled back, leaving you a literal mess below him.

He towered over you, his lips and facial hair glistening with both your arousal and your release. He watched as your eyelids fluttered, feeling your chest rising rapidly beneath him with each stuttered breath you took as you tried to regain some clarity. In that moment, as you came down from the high he couldn’t quite believe he’d brought you to, it was safe to say he’d never seen anything more attractive and in all honesty, he couldn’t wait to feel you again.

“Was that…”

“Incredible? Unlike anything I’d ever felt before? You’re damn right it was… ” You exhaled, watching as he smiled softly to himself before you continued. “Inexperienced you say?” A short, breathy chuckle followed suit as you raised your eyebrow towards him.

"Beginners luck, I guess." Brian shrugged lightly before you pulled him towards you, taking his lips in yours and humming softly at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

"It better not be." You whispered against his lips, placing another equally hungry kiss against them. "Because baby, you're doing that more often."

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absolutely NO minor x adult relationships (unless they’re strictly platonic)

I typically won’t do Canon Character x Canon Character ships, just because I’ve never really done so! Idk if i’d be good at it

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hi, i’m K! i’m turning my blog into a creepypasta thirst hub… which means i will be writing! i may also occasionally post art… we’ll see. i’ve been in the fandom for the better part of a decade (i’m old </3)

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character x character

character x reader

smut (within reason; please don’t send me your piss kinks)

etc, etc? just normal things i suppose

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like i said earlier any absolutely foul kinks

*ncest

self-deletion

self-h*rm

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parent pasta x child reader

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characters i will write:

jeff the killer

ben drowned

eyeless jack

laughing jack

ticci toby

masky/tim

hoodie/brian

slenderman

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[warren-lauren]

Still Got It - Present Day!Brian May x younger!reader

Omg I am totally dying for a present day bri x reader fic! Haven’t seen one of those in awhile haha could you write a smut one where a way younger reader (like mid-late 20s) and bri have been casually hooking up and then bri suddenly feels self conscious about him being older and reader makes him feel better about it and then feels?

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Warnings: age gap, reader mid-20′s, dom!Brian, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it), cheating, self-doubt on Brian’s part

Still got it...

Being Queen + Adam's publicist, as well as the publicist for Brian and Roger's solo projects, meant you spent a lot of time around them. No one questioned your presence around them, even outside of touring. You became very close to the three of them, you were one of their close friends.

You were closest to Brian. The two of you were... intimate. There'd always been something there between the two of you. You didn’t mind his age, it only showed he was mature and a gentleman. You loved that he was kind, and caring to you, treated you like a 'little girl', that needing taking care of. Sometimes he treated you like a 'naughty girl' and gave you a spanking if he needed to.

"Is Brian in?" You smiled politely at the young girl behind the desk of the rescue centre.

She nodded. "He's in his office, Y/N, but he said not to be disturbed." She glanced over to the unusually shut door that leads to him. "He doesn't seem himself." She whispered as she leaned over the desk towards you.

You frowned, "What do you mean?"

She let out a little sigh as she glanced back over to the door. "He hasn't come out of his office all day. He's not even gone out to the hedgehogs."

"Oh," You looked over to the door. The blinds were pulled down, essentially blocking the world out. "Well, don't worry. He can't, not, talk to me." You gave her a sly smile.

The young girl grinned. "You always manage to put a smile on his face, Y/N."

Yes, I wonder why.

"Do you want coffee?"

You shook your head, "I'm good thank you." You smiled before heading over to Brian's office. You took a deep breath and slowly pushed his door open. "Bri?" You called out to him. Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze finally landed on him.

Brian lifted his head, his eyes seeming to brighten ever so slightly as he looked at you. "Hello, love." He gave you a weak smile, taking his glasses off. "How are you?"

You shut the door behind you, then walked over to him. "I should be asking you. Tina says you're not yourself? Everything okay?"

"Fine." He huffed, dropping his gaze back to what was on his desk and placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

Your brow creased as you dropped your bag to the floor. "You don't seem fine."

"Well, I am."

You rolled your eyes, "No, you're being grumpy." You dropped into the seat opposite him. "What's going on with you? You're usually bright and cheerful."

"Everyone is allowed a day to be, grumpy, Y/N," Brian grumbled as he hunched forwards.

You studied him in silence for a few minutes, before you stood up and moved around his side of the desk and forced him to turn his chair around. You slipped your arm around his shoulders and sat on his knee.

"You're sad," You gently pulled his glasses off and put them on the desk before you brushed some of his curls back. "I can see it in your eyes, Brian, something is wrong."

He sighed and leaned into your touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "It's nothing, love, honestly."

You shook your head. "Bri, please tell me. Are you okay? Is it your leg again? Your heart?" You asked slightly panicked as you placed your hand on his forehead as if you'd work out what was wrong with him.

He huffed and grabbed your wrist. "No! It's none of that shit. I am, fine!" He glared up at you making you feel guilty for pestering him.

"Sorry." You mumbled and pushed yourself off his lap.

"Y/N," Brian leaned forwards, "M'sorry, baby girl, I didn't mean to snap at you." He took your hand and pulled you closer to him, pushing you gently until you perched yourself on the edge of his desk. "It's just..." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm bloody old, Y/n."

Your eyes widened. "What?"

"I'm old." He sighed, "What on earth do you see in me?" He sat back in his seat and removed his hands from you. “I'm grey, wrinkly, fat, fragile, slow... almost triple your age." He shook his head and pushed himself away from you. "You shouldn't be wasting your time with an old fool like me. You should be off with someone your age, who can take you out and not keep you a secret. Who's not married-"

"Stop! Just, stop it, Brian!"

You dropped to your knees in front of him and covered his mouth with your hand, your other one rested on his shoulder.

"One, yes, you're older than me but you've never let that stand in your way of anything. You use your wisdom from the years of living your life to the fullest to teach others, including me, and Adam, and all your followers and fans. Two, your not wrinkly, just aged like a fine wine."

You smiled up at him softly as you removed your hand from his mouth and cupped his face. Brian smiled weakly, leaning into your touch ever so slightly.

"You're still as sexy, if not more so with your grey curls."

Brian scoffed, "If you say so." He smiled.

"I do, and you're nowhere near fat, so you can stop thinking like that and as for fragile... my arse, you are. And, tell me again you're slow when your slamming into my pussy," You whispered against his ear before moving and pressing a soft kiss to his lips that he thankfully returned. His hands slipped across your sides, giving you a soft squeeze. "And the married thing, I thought we both agreed we knew what we were getting into when we started this?"

Brian nodded, "You're right, I just... I don't want you getting hurt by any of this if, things go tits up."

"I'll be right there by your side if that's what you want. Any time you want this to end, you just say the word and I'll leave. Do you want me to?" You asked, feeling your heart practically bursting out your chest.

Brian shook his head and leaned forwards, pressing his lips against yours in a much harder kiss this time. "Please, don't leave me, baby girl. I need you." He whispered before kissing you again.

You moaned softly into his mouth, your tongue tangling with Brian's as the two of you deepened your kiss.

Brian was the first to pull back, the two of you taking in a deep breath. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"

You nodded biting your bottom lip. "Back to mine? I have something to show you, actually." You grinned cheekily at him as you began to get up from where you knelled between his legs.

Brian nodded, "Sounds good, baby girl. I'll meet you there." He pressed one final kiss to your lips before he too got up from his seat.

The two of you left Brian's office, saying your goodbyes to one another before heading off in different directions.

You had a feeling you knew where Brian was going, most likely home to make his excuses for his absence for a few hours. You tried not to think about it, it made you sad.

A little guilty, sometimes but Brian assured you his marriage to Anita wasn't anything more than just on paper anymore. In all the years you've known Brian, you've never really spoken to Anita, even before you and Brian began being extra friendly with one another.

You'd spoken to Roger about it before, not giving too much away but you were sure Brian had informed his friend of your relationship because he knew Roger would never judge. He'd said himself it was like they were just housemates now, not like they were a married couple.

Once you had arrived home, you took a quick shower, mostly to soften your skin with some of the body lotions and oils Brian had given you. Before getting changed into your surprise for Brian. It was a baby pink silk slip that split up the sides until it came to your waist, where lace covers your breasts, showing your already pebbled nipples. It had a matching thong, that you knew Brian was going to love.

“Y/N?” Brian called out as he shut the door behind him and dropped his key onto the small table the door.

“In here, Bri!” You answered from your bedroom.

Brian quickly took off his coat and hung it up, before he kicked his shoes off and then made his way to you. “I got us a bottle of-” Brian froze, his mouth going dry as his gaze landed on you, knelt on the bedroom floor before him. “Jesus, Y/N, are you trying to give me another heart attack?” He grinned at you.

You bit your lip as you shook your head, giggling. “Of course not, sir.”

Brian let out a deep growl as he put the bottle of wine on top of the chest of draws before he walked towards you. “No, of course not.” He placed his hand on the back of your head gently. “I know what you want to give me.”

You nodded and reached up to unbuttoned his jeans. With his help, you dropped his jeans and his briefs to reveal his hard cock. You licked your lips at the magnificent sight before you. You didn’t care that Brian was in his seventies, he had a cock like the God he was.

“Can I taste you, sir? Please?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes.

Brian nodded. His eyes fell shut as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving it a light squeeze before you leaned forwards and ran the tip of your tongue over the head of his cock.

“Oh, baby,” He breathed in deeply as you ran your tongue over his smooth skin slowly. “Oh, I’ve missed this.” He moaned as he threaded his fingers through your hair. “Please, baby, don’t tease me.”

You smiled up at Brian. You pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around it and giving it a firm suck before sinking down his hard length. You moaned around him, the taste one you easily became addicted to.

Slowly you bobbed your head, your lips tightening around his cock as you sucked. Your tongue running up and down on his underside before you pulled off his length and began to pump his cock using your saliva as lubricant.

“Is that good, sir?”

“Oh, God,” He moaned. “That’s it, baby girl.” He pushed your head back towards his cock. “Please, keep sucking baby girl. You’re so good with that pretty mouth,”

You grinned up at him before wrapping your lips around his cock again. You sped up, sucking his cock harder and twisting your hand around his shaft.

“Oh, fuck... baby,” Brian’s hips moved forwards, pushing his cock further into your mouth.

You moaned around him, sucking and slurping. You moved your hand from around Brian’s cock and cupped his balls, lightly squeezing them. You pulled off smiling up at him, “Please, sir, cum in my mouth. Let me taste you.” You begged.

Brian nodded as he pushed you back. He held your head in both hands and began pushing his cock in and out of your mouth. After a few more pumps he held your face close to him, his cock down your throat, and let out a deep growl as you swallowed around his cock.

“Fuck!” Brian growled as he came.

You pulled off Brian’s cock, gasping for air before licking your lips and looked up to him through your eyelashes.

Brian smiled, exhausted but happy as he held his hand out for you to take. He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you and pressed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. His large hands squeezed your waist and hips.

“Let’s get a look at you then, love.” Brian grinned, pushing you back slightly. A low growl left his chest as his eyes drank you in. “Yep, definitely trying to give me a heart attack.” He chuckled lowly. “Get on the bed, baby girl. Spread your legs for me.” He winked at you.

You let out an excited giggle, doing as you had been told to.

Brian kicked his shorts off, along with the rest of his clothes. He licked his lips as he watched you spread your legs. Your tiny thong doing nothing to hide your wet pussy.

“Beautiful,” Brian whispered as he knelt between your legs, running his knuckles over your wet thong. He pushed the thong to the side and pushed two of his long fingers inside your dripping core, stretching you open. “So, warm and wet.” He moaned.

“Please, sir,” You moaned, “I need you.” You begged, your voice was breathy.

“Shh, baby, let me play with you first.” Brian lightly caressed your thigh as slowly pumped his fingers inside of you, twisting them before scissored his fingers. “Fuck.” He moaned, “I love this pussy.”

You cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples through the lace as Brian rubbed his thumb against your aching clit.

Brian grinned as he slowly pulled his fingers from inside you. You let out a deep moan as he lifted his fingers and put them into his mouth. “I can eat you all day, baby girl.” He winked as you before he leaned forwards. “Good girl,” Brian praised you as you opened your mouth for him to place his fingers in.

You moaned and sucked around his fingers.

“Get on your hands and knees, baby girl,” Brian ordered. You nodded eagerly and turned over, pushing yourself up so your backside was in the air.

You let out a loud cry of pleasure after Brian slapped his hand across your backside. Brian pushed the silk up until your backside was visible before pulling your thong down to the middle of your thigh.

“Are you going to fill me up, sir?” You wiggled your ass in the air for him.

Brian let out a short chuckle before slapping his hand across your cheeks once more. “Yes, baby, I am.” He said as he took a hold of his cock, frowning slightly. “Hmm, do you have-”

You picked the bottle of lube up from next to your pillow and looked at Brian over your shoulder. “Here,” You smiled softly, “It’s flavoured. In case you decided to have a taste after.” You winked teasingly at him making him chuckle.

“Thanks, baby girl.” He took the bottle from you and squeeze a generous amount onto his cock and began to slowly pump his cock, hissing at the feeling and the excitement of soon being engulfed by your heat. “Ready for me, baby?” Brian asked as he ran the tip of his rock through your folds.

You hummed, pushing back onto his cock. “Yes, sir.”

Brian moaned and slowly pushed into you, his hands sliding over your backside to rest on your hips. “Oh, fuck,” You moaned out along with Brian as his thick cock began to open you up. “So, good,” He breathed out as he bottomed out, his balls laying against your clit.

“Please, sir.” You begged.

Brian was usually a soft, caring lover unless you had been naughty and then he would fuck your brains, but tonight he had to prove to himself.

He quickly pulled out of you before slamming back into you, the head of his cock hitting your G-spot and causing you to cry out. He growled deeply as your pussy swallowed his cock, over and over. His hands tightened around you as he pulled you on and off his cock, his balls slapping against your clit, adding extra pressure and causing you to see stars.

“Oh, God. Fuck. Brian!” You cried, “Yes! Yes!”

“That’s it,” Brian hammered into you, slapping his hand against your cheek. “Fuck, baby... God!”

Breathy moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the room as Brian slammed into you. He reached over you and wrapped his hand around your throat, lifting you up until the two of you were pressed together. As he tightened his hold around your throat, Brian used his other hand to pull down the front of your slip, a slight tear here and there as he fought to get to your breasts.

He pressed his mouth against your neck, his breast fanning over your sweat-covered skin as he squeezed and pinched your breasts. “Fuck, baby girl, I can’t last much longer.” He heaved.

You shook your head, “Cum, Brian, please. Fill me up!” You begged. You turned your face towards him as you reached up and grabbed Brian’s face, crashing your lips against his.

Brian growled into your mouth as your pussy quivered around his cock. Brian gave one final, sharp thrust and came. His arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you held onto one another.

As you pulled back from one another you could help let out a small giggle, “Told you, you’re not slow... sir,”

Brian chuckled, “No, I guess you’re right, but don’t be expecting that for a bloody while.” He kissed you once more.

Still got it...

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Unexpected Company Part Three | P. Seonghwa

⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader

⇒ smut, dirty talk, pet names, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (do not do this irl), hair pulling, fingering

⇒ word count: 4.5k

⇒ summary: As you become increasingly upset by Seonghwa’s distant nature, he takes it upon himself to try and ease your frustration.

💖 read part one here, part two here, and part four here

💕 view my masterlist here

⇒ author’s note: can be read as part of the story or stand alone (may just miss a few plot points)

“I just don’t get it!” Wooyoung rages as you two sit on your couch watching trashy reality TV together. “Brian kissed Maria and Nina is still going to defend him like that?”

“It is all for the show, you know that, right?” You laugh amusedly because of how invested he gets in the cast despite how much he claims to hate these shows.

“I don’t know. This one cuts deep,” he replies in all seriousness as he stuffs more chips in his mouth, eyes glued to the screen. “I mean seriously, he needs to either commit or just leave her alone. He’s just toying with her and she lets him do it.”

Your amusement disappears as the situation begins to sound familiar to your own. It was only last Saturday that you were wrapped up with Seonghwa in the VIP room of a crowded club, but it feels like it has been ages. You have replayed the night over and over again in your head, but you focus only on how upset the whole experience left you. You partly blame yourself for being too much of a coward to discuss your relationship with him, but you also think about how unwilling he seemed to bring it up and how distant he was afterwards. It has been frustrating you more and more as you continue to dwell on it.

You just wish you could figure out your relationship with him, but you still have no way to contact him without either asking Wooyoung for his number or hoping to run into each other. You feel that asking Wooyoung would clearly alert him to what was going on and may also make you seem too needy to Seonghwa if all he wants from you is sex.

You curse yourself internally for being exactly the cast member Wooyoung is currently annoyed with. Seonghwa isn’t indicating that he’ll make any moves to take your relationship past the physical aspect, but he hasn’t rejected the idea either. You feel like you are letting him keep you on the hook since he knows just how much he affects you and you let him do as he pleases. In fact, you don’t even know much about him besides how it feels to have him all over you.

You glance at your best friend beside you and wonder if you might be able to get some information out of him without making him too suspicious. Feeling devious, you reposition a little to look at him.

“So… how are you doing these days?” you ask, trying to simply play the part of a curious and caring friend.

“Fine,” he replies shortly as he continues to watch the television. “Work has been annoying, but I just drink it off at Club Tempest.”

You see your in.

“With Seonghwa?” you inquire.

“Sometimes, but he is really busy so usually I hang out with Yeosang or San, why?”

“Oh, I was just wondering since he was there last weekend,” you babble as you quickly try to excuse your interest, but Wooyoung doesn’t even pay it the slightest mind since he is too invested in the show playing. “It must be weird living with Seonghwa since he is gone all the time.”

“I mean, not really,” Wooyoung states indifferently with a shrug. “It’s kind of just like living alone most of the time, but he’s a good roommate when he’s around.”

“What is he always doing if he’s never home?” You imagine all the strange things he could be doing with his time as you await the answer. Maybe he already has a girlfriend that he is with all the time. Maybe he lives a secret double life as a celebrity. Maybe he is actually a government spy that is hiding as a commoner but carries out dangerous hidden missions behind our backs.

Or maybe you’re just spiralling into ridiculous scenarios.

“I’m not sure. Never really asked him about it.”

You huff. Of course Wooyoung wouldn’t ask. He’s too aloof and nonchalant to care about his roommate’s whereabouts like that. You could probably tell him that you’re going on vacation in Antarctica to get the perfect tan and he would simply reply with ‘have a good time.’

Still wanting to find out more about Seonghwa, you shamelessly continue to dig.

“But you said he is a good roommate, right?”

“Yeah, I mean he is really clean and cooks me some food sometimes. The only annoying thing is when he has girls over, but I do that too so I can’t really complain.”

Your heart sinks in your chest even though you know you have no right to feel so jealous and upset. Still, you can’t stop wondering if he thinks of you as just another one of the girls he ‘has over.’

“Oh, really?” you try to question casually. “Is that like… a common thing?”

You sit desperately on the edge of your seat as you fear the answer.

“Not really, just every now and then. Like I said, he’s way too busy so I guess he just needs a good lay every now and then since it’s not like he dates anyone.” Your interest is piqued as you focus on the latter part of Wooyoung’s reply.

“He doesn’t date anyone? What do you mean?” In your head, there are many different interpretations of this statement. He could be a serial player that breaks hearts right and left, he could be opposed to the idea of romance altogether, he could be traumatized from a past relationship, or so many more possibilities that you again get carried away with.

“I don’t know. I’ve just never seen him date someone properly.”

Sometimes Wooyoung is annoyingly uninterested in the lives of other people and you feel like smacking him in the arm from how unhelpful he is at the moment.

“You know what’s weird,” he suddenly quips as he finally rips his attention away from the television to look at you. “You’re asking so much about Seonghwa.”

Oh shit.

“Oh, I just--”

“But he was asking about you before, too,” he interrupts before you can make excuses.

“He was?” you ask incredulously.

“Yeah, it was last Sunday, the day after the club. He was just asking about you. It was strange,” Wooyoung states as you probably look confused and stunned. “Hasn’t he texted you?”

“What? How would he text me?” You are entirely lost in the turn this conversation has taken since you never gave Seonghwa your number and you haven’t heard anything from him. You aren’t even sure what Seonghwa would text you and why Wooyoung would know about it.

“He asked me for your number that Sunday.” Your heart skips a beat and you begin to feel butterflies, but then Wooyoung continues. “He said he just wanted to get back the hoodie you took home that one night.”

You instantly frown at the realization. Of course he didn’t want your number so he could talk to you or flirt with you. You feel stupid for even thinking that for a split second and become frustrated with yourself, but even moreso with him. You had forgotten all about that dumb sweatshirt after washing it and hanging it up in your closet to return to him at a later date. Even though it belongs to him, you are annoyed at the idea of him going out of his way to get something of his out of your possession, almost as if he is denying you permission to covet or remember him.

You also notice Wooyoung’s statement that Seonghwa asked for your number a week ago and still hasn’t texted or called you. You assume that surely he is avoiding you since having to see you to get his hoodie back is too burdensome or awkward. He’s probably afraid that you’ll try to talk about your relationship with him and he’ll have to break it to you that he never wanted anything past your body.

Now in a terrible mood, you stomp off to retrieve the item and come back to toss it into Wooyoung’s lap. “Just give it back to him when you see him.”

Not detecting your icy disposition, Wooyoung simply replies with a “sure” and focuses again on the TV. You get through another hour or so of trashy shows before subtly hinting that you want Wooyoung to leave because you have a headache. Since it is already ten o’clock, he heads back home with the sweatshirt in hand after giving you the same big, comforting hug he has given you for years.

Now all alone in your apartment, you try to take your mind off of your frustration by settling into a nice bubble bath and drinking a few glasses of your favorite red wine. As you start to feel a slight buzz from the alcohol, you hear your phone start ringing from the bathroom counter. Not wanting to be interrupted, you ignore it until it stops vibrating. As soon as you start to relax, however, it starts ringing again.

Irritated, you stand up and march over to where your phone rests near the sink, leaving small puddles on the tile floor with each step you take. The number is unfamiliar, but you pick up to keep them from interrupting again.

“Hello?” you answer impatiently.

“You didn’t pick up the first time,” the person on the other side of the line hums calmly. “Are you avoiding me?”

That voice. You know exactly who it is and the same frustration you felt earlier once again makes your chest tighten.

“I don’t even know your number,” you spit back in an obviously upset tone. “How would I know to avoid your call?”

He simply chuckles in amusement, clearly loving the reaction you are giving him. You get more annoyed at the sound.

“Plus I’m not the one who had your phone number for a week and didn’t even text,” you sneer scathingly to try and get to him.

“Ah,” he simply sighs in enlightenment. “Is that why you’re upset? You wanted me to call you? Or perhaps you wanted me to come and see you?”

His suggestive tone makes your cheeks flush, but you scoff at his haughtiness. “No. I’m just saying that if one of us is doing the avoiding, it is obviously you.”

“Then why did you send my hoodie back with Wooyoung, hm?” he purrs, knowing he has you trapped. You were so clearly avoiding him by using Wooyoung as a middle man, but you can’t admit that now.

“He said you wanted it back, so I gave it back. It was just faster,” you blatantly lie, and you worry that Seonghwa can see right through you as he usually does.

“So you’re not avoiding me, then?” he questions in a teasing tone as if he is always one step ahead of you.

“No.” You try to sound convincing, but it comes out as more of a question despite your annoyance with him at the moment.

“Ah, I see. So then maybe I should just come over so we can ‘not avoid each other’ together,” he proposes as your heart begins to race.

“Don’t come over,” you command as you scramble to come up with an excuse, thinking of one after a momentary pause that hints at your panic. “You don’t even know where I live.”

“You could tell me,” he points out confidently. “Or I could always just ask Wooyoung.”

Your eyes go wide at the thought of him asking Wooyoung for your address since it is practically equivalent to putting up a billboard in front of his apartment declaring that you two are fucking.

“I’m not going to tell you and don’t ask Wooyoung,” you demand with frustration. “Just don’t come over.”

“Hm,” he hums curiously. “It sounds kind of like you are avoiding me, but that couldn’t be right, could it?”

He is talking circles around you and you know it. There is no way you are going to win this battle and your annoyance takes over as you seek to end this confrontation.

“It doesn’t even matter,” you huff angrily. “If you’re just going to mess with me, I’m hanging up.”

Without waiting for him to respond, you quickly press the red ‘end call’ button and set your phone back down on the counter. You groan loudly with exasperation and head back to the bath you had forgotten about. The water is only lukewarm by now, but you still sink back into it and down another glass of wine without hesitation.

At this moment in time, you wish you could go back and undo what happened on that first rainy night you two spent together. You think of his intimidating gaze and beautiful face, irked by how handsome he is and how much you let him get to you. You recall just how defenseless you are in front of him and curse him out in your head.

Stupid Seonghwa. Stupid hot, seductive, sexy, mysterious Seonghwa.

The bath grows colder as you stew in your animosity, but you sit and drink for another fifteen minutes before the doorbell rings. Your head immediately snaps towards the sound and your heart drops in your chest. There is no way.

After a considerable silence, it rings again. You pull yourself out of the water and wrap a towel around your body, your hair still dry and resting on your shoulders. You very cautiously and quietly exit the bathroom and tiptoe to the front door as if he can hear any minute sound you may make. The doorbell rings a third time, making you jump as you approach the sound carefully.

You look through the peephole and, of course, find Seonghwa standing there casually in a black t-shirt and ripped black jeans, his hair styled up and out of his face like it was at the club. You gasp loudly as he startles you by knocking directly against the door while your face is so close to it. You can tell he hears you when he chuckles lowly to himself.

“Open the door,” he chimes as you panic. Did he really ask Wooyoung for your address like he said he would?

You try to sound firm and brave as you reply, but your heart feels like it is going to burst as you stand there practically naked. “I told you not to come.”

“I came anyway,” he states obviously, shrugging as if it is the most casual thing in the world. “So are you going to let me in or am I going to stand here ringing your doorbell all night?”

Determined to show him just how upset you are, you crack the door open just enough to speak with him, but make sure it is too narrow for him to comfortably waltz inside. He instantly looks down and notices your attire, the corners of his lips turning up at the sight.

“Why are you here?” you question before he can make any snide remarks.

“To not avoid you,” he answers indifferently.

“I said ‘don’t come over,’” you remind him, but he only smirks in response.

“That just made me want to do it more.”

His suggestive words and piercing eyes start to get to you as your cheeks turn bright red, once again betraying you by making you far too easy to read. You try not to shrink under his gaze as you attempt to appear as upset as you truly are. Of course, however, he sees the effect he has on you as clear as day and brings his hand up to gently caress your flushed cheek with the back of his fingers.

“Am I making you warm?” he questions dominantly as you dare not to move, letting him softly touch you as you feel the wetness increasing in your core. You hate how much your body betrays you at moments like this. You want so desperately to resist him and prove your anger by sending him home, but he continues to break down your frustration with every second he spends focused on you.

“N-no,” you stutter unconvincingly. “It is just warm out.”

A large gust of cold air blows just as you finish your sentence and you look down at the ground in embarrassment.

“It’s okay, baby girl. I already know how hot I make you feel,” he purrs as his hand continues to caress your face, his fingertips passing over your lips slowly. “I know how I make your heart beat so fast. Especially when I do things like this.”

He begins walking towards you and you instinctively back away and into your apartment. He simply follows you as he lets himself in, never tearing his eyes off of your face as he slowly and calmly backs you against the wall. Once you are flat against it with nowhere else to go, he puts one hand on the wall and leans in so that his face is only inches from yours. You feel so vulnerable and under his control as he stares at you like his prey. He takes his free hand and rests it on top of your heart, feeling just how unbelievably quick your pulse is as your nerves grow.

“Like I thought.”

You are too embarrassed and worked up to even reply, simply looking up at him with shy eyes while he ponders exactly what to do with you.

“Why were you avoiding me?” he questions mockingly. “Are you mad at me?”

Yes. You want to say yes.

“No,” you answer instead as he cuts through your defenses at the speed of light. He smiles down at you from the answer. He leans further down and begins sucking and biting your neck at a devilishly slow pace.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” he states, continuing to kiss down towards your collarbone between words. “Should I make it up to you?”

His proposition makes your core ache in need and you can feel yourself getting wet for him as he moves closer and closer to the edge of your towel. Unable to resist the sensation, you finally cave.

“Yes.”

He grins up at you and carefully pulls your towel off your body, letting it fall to the floor and revealing your naked figure. He moves his lips to your nipple, sucking and licking it teasingly as his hand stimulates your other one before switching over. You can’t help but moan quietly at the feeling, wishing he would continue his way down your body and towards your most sensitive parts.

“Seonghwa, please,” you whimper pathetically considering you were hellbent on hating him just a short while ago.

“What is it, baby?” he chimes in response, knowing just how to make you bend to his will. “What is it you want?”

“Please eat me out,” you request as you sacrifice your dignity and give in to his expertise.

“Since you asked so kindly…” he trails off as he kisses down your stomach and places one of your legs over his shoulder to get the perfect view of your pussy. He takes his middle finger and brushes it along your slit, feeling just how wet you are for him and then chuckling. “You act so angry, but what is all this?”

He takes his finger into his mouth and tastes your arousal, causing you to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. He pays it no mind, however, as he brings his mouth to your core and reminds you just how amazing he is at eating pussy. He switches between sucking and quickly licking your clit in order to get you moaning and breathing heavily above him. Your hands naturally rest in his hair as he continues to play with you.

Without warning, he plunges two fingers into your hole and begins curling them up at the perfect angle to continuously brush against your g-spot. You gasp at the feeling and tighten your grip on his hair, causing him to moan against your clit. You instinctively begin grinding your core against him as he brings you closer and closer to your high. You can feel yourself approaching release as he continues mercilessly.

“Seonghwa,” you whine breathily. “I’m- I’m gonna…”

Before you can reach a state of ecstasy, Seonghwa has pulled away from your body entirely, leaving you shocked at how cruelly he has ripped away your orgasm.

“What are you--”

“Not yet,” he interrupts as he stands up and slips his shirt off. “I want you to cum around my cock.”

His words only turn you on more as your hands rush towards his belt and he slips off his boots using only his feet. You rapidly remove the rest of his clothing and find that he is already rock hard and ready to have you to himself. He pulls your face against his and makes out with you hungrily as you guide him towards your bedroom, never breaking the kiss in the process.

The backs of your knees hit the end of the bed and you sit down before sliding yourself further up. As your head reaches the pillows, he places himself on top of you and continues kissing you feverishly while stroking his dick.

“Do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?” he asks although he already knows the answers.

“Fuck me, Seonghwa,” you plead as the need to have him inside you grows.

Without any further hesitation, he begins to push the head of his enormous dick into you, causing you to gasp as he stretches you out. He is kind enough to slowly enter you until he is all the way in and pausing so you can adjust. After a moment, he starts to experimentally pump in and out of you as you already moan underneath him, his size alone making it feel incredible.

“Fuck, you have such a tight little pussy, baby,” he purrs in your ear as you wrap your legs around his waist. “How does it feel to be stuffed full of my cock?”

His dirty mouth does wonders as he also picks up the pace, hitting you in just the right spot with each thrust.

“It feels so good,” you moan truthfully, your hands grabbing onto his strong arms to keep yourself grounded. “You’re so fucking big.”

He moans at the compliment and snaps his hips even harder. You pull him back in to kiss you as he continuously pounds into your pussy, lewd noises filling the room in the process. After a while, he pulls away and slips his dick out of you to command you shortly.

“Turn over.”

You do as he says and get on all fours as he begins to fuck you from behind. In this position, his dick hits you at an even better angle and you can’t help but curse loudly at just how good it feels. He picks up his pace and begins to get rough with how hard he is fucking you, but you love every second of it and how intense the feeling is.

“You take my cock so well, baby girl,” he praises as his hand comes down to smack you on the ass, causing you to yelp in surprise. “So good for me.”

He slaps you a few more times and you honestly wish he wouldn’t stop since it turns you on so much. Instead of spanking you, however, he locks his fingers into your hair and pulls you up so that your back is leaning against his chest. He doesn’t even slow his rhythm at all as he reaches around you with his free hand and begins rubbing your clit ruthlessly.

“I want you to cum for me, baby,” he growls in your ear as your moans get louder. “Cum on my cock.”

You are getting so close to orgasming and you let out a string of curse words as it builds endlessly. You finally reach your high and your pussy tightens powerfully around his dick, causing him to hiss at just how good it feels. As you come down from euphoria, Seonghwa lets go of your hair and you fall back down onto all fours.

“My turn, baby,” he coos before ruthlessly pounding into you from behind, chasing his own high as moans spill endlessly from his mouth.

You whimper at the sensation because of how sensitive you are while he fucks you roughly. It only takes him another minute before he is pulling out of you and cumming on your reddened ass, delicious groans filling the silence and making you wish you could see his expression right now.

As his breathing begins to slow, he reaches for the tissues on your nightstand and cleans his cum off of your body. Once he is done, you plop down on the mattress, exhausted. He settles in next to you and pulls you closer to his warm body. You rest your head on his arm and hand on his chest as you both lay speechless, eyes drifting closed from how spent you both are. The last thing you remember before falling asleep is the feeling of him pulling the comforter over you.

You wake abruptly in the morning as your pre-set alarm on your phone goes off. It is only six a.m., but you have to get ready for work since it is a Monday. After silencing the deafening alarm, you immediately recall last night’s events and look to your side in search of Seonghwa. The only things beside you in the bed, however, are your spare pillows and the comforter you kicked off in the middle of the night.

Confused, you get up and slip on a t-shirt and panties before beginning to cautiously search your apartment for Seonghwa. You check the bathroom, the living room, and the kitchen before concluding he must have left already.

The same disappointment that you felt last time swells in your chest and you plop down on the couch to ponder the situation. Did he leave right after you fell asleep or did he wake up even before six a.m. in hopes of avoiding an awkward morning conversation? Is he that averse to speaking to you when it doesn’t involve getting into your panties? Is he just trying to avoid the inevitable conversation about what you two are? Is he finally ditching you now that you’ve slept with him?

You check your phone to see if he sent you anything, but find that you only have numerous missed calls and messages from Wooyoung. Starting from relatively calm last night, his messages become more freaked out as they go on. He began by curiously trying to figure out why Seonghwa wanted your address to questioning why he left their apartment suddenly to freaking out as he put the pieces together when Seonghwa didn’t come home until the early hours of the morning.

You feel a headache coming on and groan as you rest your head in your hands.

Stupid Seonghwa.

[yourlocalmusicalprostitute]

Nails Brian May x Reader

Here's a very quick smutty Bri thing that came to mind bc I got my nails done today. 100% porn without plot.

Warnings: it's smut, reader is gender neutral, scratching, language, size kink kinda, unprotected sex, after care

It could have been the muggy Brighton air creeping through your open window that made you and Bri's skin stick together, but it's more likely due to Brian currently driving his erection into you. Slow but deep and deliberate strokes of his cock filling you repeatedly.

You were sure the street could hear your bed creek. Every bounce of the mattress sent you back towards Brian and he'd groan. His mouth was slightly open above you, the most pornographic words falling from his mouth.

"I could fuck you like this all day." The man's curls were beginning to stick to his forehead. "Just.. feel..so good." Brian punctuated his sentences with particularly hard thrust.

Your hands flew to his shoulders for support. It was so difficult to focus on anything besides the head of his cock pressing against the most sensitive part of yourself. You didn't intend on your nails digging into Brian's back you just needed something, anything, to hold onto.

Brian had never been so loud. The slight sting of your nails almost made him lightheaded. He wanted more and informed you with encouragement.

"That's it darling, you hold on onto me just like that." Brian's head flew back. His knuckles were nearly white from gripping your hips. "Scratch me while I fuck you."

You were almost there. Your nails had traveled from his shoulders to his lower back and up once again. Each noise you earned sent heat to your core. Butterflies settled in your stomach every time Brian demanded you open your eyes and watch what was happening.

The scene looked as if it were written. Your legs propped on the man's shoulders. His entire weight focused on pushing you to an orgasm. Your nails leaving trails for your viewing pleasure afterwards.

Brian hadn't heard much from you until the moment you said, "Yes Brian. God yes, right there!"

"Right there doll? You want me to fuck you right there?" Brian asked in response. His pace quickened as he watched you nod your head.

"Yes there, you'll make me come Bri." It was nearly impossible to get that sentence out, but Brian more than understood you.

He started to encourage you. "Take it. Take all of me and come like you want to." If you weren't a mess already you were now. Squirming under Brian, panting, and now clawing at his back as he fucked you into an orgasm.

"Fucking hell." Brian grunted. His hips were starting to sputter. "Come on love."

That was the last bit of encouragement you needed. Your entire body seized, your toes curled and all breath was taken away. Brian was still railing into you looking to feel everything you were and enjoying the pulse of your orgasm pulling him in even further.

Brian's back straightened and a long drawn out moan emitted from his throat as he came. His hips moved on their own accord, pumping all he had into you before wincing delightfully at the point of your nails in his back.

You were shuddering. The ecstasy of feeling so full of Brian left you lying there unable to think properly. The part you dreaded most was Brian pulling out. He left you empty but so satisfied with not just the feeling but also the sight.

Aftercare was usually left up to Brian. He did the first half, but once you regained stability on your legs it was his turn. You lay him on his stomach to straddle his back. There was a little fuss from the guitarist, but that all ceased when your soft hands rubbed a cooling cream up his back. The both of you doubted the marks would get much time to heal; there was too much fun for the two of you to get into.

[yournotsolocalcryptid]

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I want to be as clear as possible about this so no one feels misgendered or mislead by my labeling system bc I want to be as inclusive as possible so Gender neutral!reader (or GN!!reader) -  could be read as any gender or sex assigned at birth, no pronouns (or only gender neutral pronouns).  Afab(assigned female at birth)!reader - no mention of gender (ie no use of ‘girl’ or ‘woman’ or any of that) but mentions of female anatomy or other things not indicative of gender but of physical description and the like. Woman/girl!reader - there is gendered language used such as woman or girl. amab(asigned male a birth)!reader - no mention of gender (ie no use of ‘boy’ or ‘man’) but mentions of male anatomy or other things not indicative of gender but of physical description and the like. Man/boy!reader - there is gendered language used such as man or boy. she/her!reader - she/her pronouns used. he/him!reader- he/him pronouns used. if no pronouns are listed by the reader info assume that either no pronouns are used or only gender neutral ones are. 

Roger Taylor

“I just love them so fucking much”, “You came to my room and woke me up at 4am to cuddle?” and “It’s late, shouldn’t you be asleep?” - Fluff? | Rog x GN!reader | word count: 515 | requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list

“Friends don’t do the shit we do”, “Did you sleep at all last night?”, “Did you just moan?” and “Kiss me” - implied or minor smut? | Rog x afab!Reader | word count: 1k |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

John Deacon 

“Just breath okay?” - Fluff? | Deaky x GN!Reader | word count: 186 | requested from a prompt list

“Is that my shirt?”, “Make me” and “You’re so cute” - Fluff/implied smut? | Deaky x GN!reader | word count: 207 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list 

"Is this a bad idea?" "probably" - smut + implied smut i guess | Deaky x afab!reader | word count: 755ish | requested from my 2021 halloween party prompt list

Brian May

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” - Angst | Bri x GN!reader | word count: 170 |  requested from a prompt list

“Friends don’t do the shit we do”,  “I know you” “oh baby and I know you” and “We need to talk”- Angst/a little bit of fluff at the end? | Bri x GN!Reader | word count: 436 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

Freddie Mercury

“I don’t lose things. I place things in locations that later elude me.” -  Freddie x GN!Reader (platonic) | word count: 109 | requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list | note - the first half is a platonic Joe fic of approximately the same length from the same prompt/request, the Freddie Version is under the asterisks 

“Do you trust me?”, “Are you blushing?" and “You’re so beautiful” - Fluff | Freddie x woman/girl!reader | word count: 319 |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

Ben Hardy 

Home - Fluff | Ben x GN!Reader | word count: 103 | not requested 

“Are you Jealous?” - Fluff/Angst | Ben x afab!reader | word count: 376 | requested from a prompt list  

“Like what you see?”, “Can you help me with the zipper?” and  “Are you blushing?” - Fluff? | Ben x GN!Reader - reader wears a dress, heels, and makeup but there's no pronouns used, no gendered language and no description of body type/shape. | word count: 405 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

“We’re… just friends” “bullshit” - Angst | Ben x GN!Reader | word count: 239 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

“Sorry to interrupt, but did you know your shirt’s inside out?” -  minor/sort of implied smut | Ben x GN!reader - reader is wearing a skirt but there are no pronouns used, no gendered language and no description of body type/shape.| word count: 343 |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

“It’s so cold”, “You’re an idiot” - Fluff | word count: 248 | Ben x GN!Reader | tw/cw: drunkenness/intoxication |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

“Oh, Fuck”, “Did you just moan?”, “You love me and want to have my babies, I get it”- fluff?/brief smut/mentioned smut/mentions of wine/drinking | Ben x afab!reader | word count: 851 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list 

Fake it 'till ya make it - fluff/mentions of smut/some sexual themes throughout | Ben x GN!Reader | word count 1.6k | Requested

“Could you ever be happy with me?”- Coming soon 

Billy/Four (6 Underground)

“I know you” “oh baby and I know you”, “Did you just moan?”, “Stop looking at me like that” “like what?” “Like you’ve seen me naked” - light smut & implied smut | Billy/Four x afab!reader | word count: 1.3k | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list 

“Could you ever be happy with me?”, “Why are you looking at me like that?”- angst/mentioned smut/fluffy-ish ending? maybe? | Billy/Four x GN!Reader | word count: 1.5k | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

Just Someone You Used to Know Masterlist- Your childhood friend Billy (whom you thought was dead) turns up at a hospital and you get a call about it | Billy/Four x GN!Reader | word count (all posted parts): 5.1k | requested

Warren Worthington III (X-Men)

Warren? - Fluff/Angst | Warren x GN!Reader | word count: 1.3k | not requested 

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it” and “So… you’re jealous?” - Angst | Warren x GN!Reader | Word Count: 466 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list

Do you trust me?” - fluff?/smut | Warren x afab!reader | word count: 1.2k | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

“Do you trust me”, “Stay with me” and “It was always you” - Angst/Fluff | Warren x GN!Reader | word count: 688 |  requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

“do you trust me?”, “It’s okay. I’ve got you” - Angst?/Fluff? | Warren x GN!Reader | word count: 700 | Requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list

Walter Hartright (Woman in White)

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Frank McCullen (Pixie)

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Charlie Nelson (Midsomer Murders)

“I’ll keep you warm” - Fluff | Charlie x GN!Reader | Word count: 489 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list

Joe Mazzello 

“I’m right where I belong” - Fluff |  Joe x afab!reader |word count: 248 | tw/cw: pregnancy | requested from a prompt list

“Marry me?” - Fluff | joe x GN!reader | word count: 317 |  requested from a prompt list

“How do I look?” “Like an idiot” - Fluff? | Joe x GN!Reader |word count: 138 | requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list

“I don’t lose things. I place things in locations that later elude me.” - Joe x GN!Reader | word count: 107 |   requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list | note - there’s a platonic Freddie fic of approximately the same length from the same prompt/request under the asterisks in the same post 

“you're in love with him aren’t you?” - Angst? (pining/yearning) | Joe x GN!Reader | word count: 272 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list

“He’s in love with you, Darling” - Angst | Joe x GN!Reader |word count: 491 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list | collab with @vaguequeenreference

“I couldn’t sleep”, “The bed is cold without you” - Angst?/Fluff? | Joe x GN!Reader | word count: 284 | requested from my 55 dialogue prompts list 

Gardner Langway (Dear Sidewalk)

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Pat Murray (Undrafted) 

“Kiss me like you mean it”, “Are you jealous?” & “So… you’re jealous?” - Joe x GN!Reader | word count: 238 |  requested from my 50 dialogue prompts list

Javier Peña (Narcos)

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Din Djarin (the Mandalorian)

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Rick Flag (The Suicide Squad)

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Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

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[lacontroller1991]

Hi there 😊 can you do Gwil! Brian May x American female reader where they are flatmates/best friends that are secretly in love with each other. They could have met through Freddie since the reader wouldn't have gone to college and works at a local book store which she could feel insecure about.

Takes place at a Halloween party that Freddie is throwing which she shows up dressed like Princess Zelda(the white dress from Breath of the Wild). The night seems to be going great as the reader dances with John and Freddie(both platonic) until she goes to get a drink when some drunk asshole begins harassing her. At first, Brian is jealous and almost bitter before seeing this guy forcefully grab the reader as she tries to pull away which Brian does intervein. Unfortunately turns out the asshole is someone Brian goes to school with and he drunkenly makes all sorts of stupid comments about what he'd do to the reader and homophobic slurs towards the band which further anger Brian. This would be the first time the reader has ever seen Brian get physically violent towards someone though with the help of the guys she gets Brian away. Somehow she gets him back to their shared flat tending to or seeing if he has any wounds while he's still seething about what happened which results in a heated confession "you have no idea how much I love you, do you?" "you do?"

AU Modern 70s Queen, serious angst(fighting/homophobic slurs/etc), fluff, and smut.

Pretty please and thank you so much! I love your writing! 💖

Hey love! So I am not currently writing for Queen however if you have any prompts about The Suicide Squad, Walking Dead, Altered Carbon, or Marvel, I would gladly take a look.

70's Brian is superior Brian

[adrenaline-roulette]

MASTERLIST

Welcome one and all, to the shitshow MASTERLIST My requests are always open! Currently I write for Queen, the BohRhap cast, Six Underground, Jurassic Park, Until Dawn, Labyrinth, and Night at the Museum. Don’t see your fandom on the list? Hit me up anyways, I’ll happily try my hand at writing for other fandoms! 

Smut = 💋 Angst = 👀 Violence = 🦴

Brian May x Reader 

He’ll save every one of us -In Progress-  Summary: “If you want to kick something, feel free to kick our van, Roger’s been pissing me off all week.” Came a deep voice from behind you both. “I’m sorry Mister, but I have a strict no kicking stranger’s cars policy. You’ll just have to kick Roger’s car yourself.” “Is there any particular reason as to why Roger’s car should be the victim of such abuse?”

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five 👀 Chapter Six 👀 Chapter Seven

Is this just fantasy?  -Time Travel Fic In Progress-  Summary:  "Want me to bring back some ice-cream, and you can bitch about how horrible you day was?” The idea of ice-cream had never been more appealing. “I believe Ben and Jerry’s is on sale at the moment, I could really go from some chunky monkey.” “I never understood why you like that one so much!” “I try to convince myself that because it’s banana flavoured then it must be healthy.” “As a dietitian in training, it is my duty to tell you, that that is not by any means true.” “For a dietitian in training, you eat an awful lot of instant mac & cheese.” “Whoa now, there is no such thing as too much mac & cheese!”

Chapter One Chapter Two

It’s strange but it’s true -One Shot- Summary:  It’s 1984, Queen are filming the music video for I want to break free, though Brian hasn’t told his girlfriend about the whole cross dressing aspect of the shoot yet. What happens when she decides to show up to filming one day? “Roger…. What the actual fuck are you wearing right now?”

Chapter One 💋

Roger Taylor x Reader

Love of my life -One shot- Summary:  Roger Taylor's girlfriend is heavily pregnant, one night they decide to pick the perfect name for their unborn child, Though Roger has some seriously terrible suggestions. (Domestic Roger is my spirit animal)

Chapter One

Dining at the Ritz we’ll meet at 9 -One Shot- Summary:  “I’m telling the truth! I know what – Who I saw!” “Brian, just because the waitress and Roger’s friend have the same name, does not mean they are the same person.” “Friend? I think she’s a bit more than that.” “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean." “A friend who you will not stop talking about? A friend who you couldn’t stop grinning after she agreed to have dinner with you? Shall I go on?” “Freddie, I will kill you if you don’t shut up!”

Chapter One

Crazy little thing called love -One Shot- Summary:  “Turn around! Get your arse back in that fitting room right this second!” She yells, waving her arms above her head wildly. “Mary? What on Earth are you doing?” “Roger! The boys! They’re outside, they saw me and are coming in!” “Get rid of them! I don’t care what you have to do, but they cannot be in here!” You plead.

Chapter One

I’m in love with my car -One Shot- Summary: We all know Roger Taylor is in love with his car, but who is the song really about? Who do the metaphor's relate back to? "I’ve only just convinced myself not to walk back to London to see you after realising how long it would take me.” “You were going to walk back to London, just to see me?" “The thought did occur to me.”

Chapter One 💋

John Deacon x Reader 

A permanent deal -One Shot- Summary: “Right, just promise me this isn’t going to become the new look for the band alright? I mean, Brian’s got enough hair already, and I’m not entirely sure Roger can even grow facial hair.” John shrugs. “I don’t have that much hair.” “Bri, we could shave you and have your hair turned into costumes for the entire cast of cats!”

Chapter One

Joe Mazzello x Reader

Everybody walk the dinosaur  -Halloween One Shot-

Chapter One

Gwilym Lee x Reader

King of the pumpkin patch -Halloween One Shot- 

Chapter One

Ben Hardy x Reader

Let’s split up gang!  -Halloween One Shot-

Chapter One

Jet Lag -One Shot- Summary:  “I use a different name when travelling. One that’s less likely to have people catch on to it being me.” “What name do you use?” “Probably something stupid, like Dinkleburg Flapjack.” “I like to go by a name literally no one will ever now. Joe Mazzello is one of my favourites to use. Shockingly, no one’s ever heard of him?” 

Chapter One

Four x Eight (Reader) -Six Underground

Four Eighths  -Work in progress- Summary: A tech genius turned freelance hacker, turns to a life of crime in order to make ends meet, and to pay her bills. But what happens when she robs the wrong man? “You’re lucky I only shot your arm, I was half tempted to aim one at your leg too!” “Is that supposed to make me feel better? Do you expect me to thank you for only shooting me once?” “You’re sassy, I like you.”

Chapter One 🦴 Chapter Two Chapter Three 👀🦴 Chapter Four 👀 Chapter Five 👀 Chapter Six 👀💋 (Both are minor) Chapter Seven 💋 Chapter Eight 💋 Chapter Nine 👀 (Very minor) Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven 👀

Ahkmenrah x Reader - Night at the museum 

I am flesh and I am bone -Work in progress- Summary: At seven years old, you find yourself lost in the American Museum of Natural History. The magic of Ahkmenrah's tablet unfolds around you, and you find yourself living growing up amongst the people you had only ever read about! “Can I ask how old you are?” “At the time of my passing, I was nineteen. Though if you count my age by the years I have experienced, then I am a few thousand years old.” “So that means in twelve years, I’ll be the same age as you!” “Technically you are correct. There will come a day where we are both nineteen.”

Chapter One Chapter Two

Josh Washington x Reader -Until Dawn

I say no -Work in progress- Summary: Set after Hannah and Beth's disappearance, but before the return to the mountain.Straining your ears, you tried your best to pick up on what some of the surrounding people were talking about, though you were only able to pick up bits and pieces. “Washington sisters…” “-Police didn’t find any trace.” “Think Josh will come back?” “Hannah and Mike got cosy….”

Chapter One 👀 (Minor) Chapter Two 👀 (Minor)

Tim Murphy x Reader - Jurassic Park

Time of your life -One shot- Summary:  “Come here for a second.” “What’s up?” “Well, we never got a photo of us on our first day here, but I want to remember this. It’s a big deal ya know, the whole moving out of your family home and all that jazz. So, let’s get a photo now, we can show off my artistic ability in the process too.” “A perfect idea, I’ll grab my camera, and I’ll get the photo printed next time I’m in the mall.” “Welcome home Tim.”

Chapter One 👀 (Minor)

Jareth x Sarah - Labyrinth 

Absolute Beginners -Work in progress- Summary:  “Remember that chat we had the other day?” “You mean the one where we discussed whether pork was really a type of vegetable?” “No, not that o- Wait, when did we have THAT conversation?!” “Perhaps that was with my advisor Garret, not matter, please continue.”

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[neerasrealm]

Request Rules and Regulations

Requests are currently: Closed.

Characters I write for:

Slenderman

Trenderman

Splendorman

Laughing Jack

Eyeless Jack

Sally

Jeff The Killer

Ben Drowned

Judge Angels/Dina

Bloody Painter/Helen

Liu Woods (My version of him, not Homicidal Liu, I don’t really vibe with the character)

Nina The Killer

Momo

Jane The Killer

Clockwork/Natalie

Jason The Toymaker

Kate The Chaser

Lost Silver

Zalgo

Zero/Alice

X-Virus

Eloise Ballrose/Stripes

The Rake

Lazari Swann

Laughing Jill

Will Grossman

Tim Wright

Masky

Hoodie

Jay Merrick

Doby Doggers

Ticci Toby

Characters I will not write:

Offenderman

The Puppeteer (He’ll likely be added to the roster later when I have a good idea of how to write him)

Homicidal Liu/Sully

Brian Thomas (no idea how to write him lol)

Alex Kralie (also no idea how to write him yet)

Candy Pop

Dr Smiley

Nurse Ann

Kagekao

BOB

Seedeater 

Sonic.exe

Things I will write:

Character x reader

General fluff

Headcanons 

Slender mansion AU

Scenario prompts

Things I will not write:

Smut

Yandere (the one exception being Jason the toymaker because that’s kinda his character)

Ships with Slenderman or Laughing Jack. I’m fine with x reader stuff but Slenjack is a comfort ship and I don’t feel comfortable writing any other ships.

Matchups 

Other people’s OCs

General guidelines

Requests are done when they are done. I cannot force myself to write all the time. I am human, I get tired, be patient.

I may not get some requests due to lack of motivation or inspiration. I can’t force myself to write something I have no ideas for.

If I’m not comfortable writing something, I won’t do it. Don’t be an asshole, read the rules and follow them.

If there’s a character you’d like me to do but they’re not on the list, assume I have no idea who they actually are.

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[liliah39]

Merry Christmas, Darling (Brian May x Reader Oneshot)

Warnings: Some smut, nothing serious though. Mainly just loads of fluff! 

A/N:This is part of @dtfrogertaylor ‘s Thank God It’s Christmas event for @hannafuckingsucks ! I’ve loved getting to know you, darling, and I hope you enjoy! Oh! And Merry Christmas!

Word Count: 2.8K+

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December 25, 1978:

You awoke to the phone at the side of your bed ringing; earning a groan from you as you rolled over, blindly feeling around the nightstand until you picked it up and placed it to your ear.

“Hello?” You mumbled.

“Happy Christmas, Sweetheart.” Brian said as he smiled into the phone, calling you from his bed as well. You could instantly tell it was him, his soothing voice being your main consolation over the last ten years of your life. Brian was your best friend, and there was nothing you’d ever do to change that.

“Brian, it’s nine in the morning. Can’t I sleep in?” You laughed with a yawn.

“Not when I want to be the first one to wish you a Happy Christmas.”

You jokingly groaned in disapproval, earning a laugh from him on the other end. “Well, Happy Christmas to you too, Bri.”

“You going later, Love?”

“To Freddie’s? Of course. Where else would I be?”

“With your family, perhaps?”

“Nah, it’d be hard for me to get home this time of year. Especially when they live across the country, and we just flew into London a couple of days ago. It’s hard work being best friends with the guitarist of Queen, you know.”

The boys had just finished the press tour to their new album News of the World, which of course you had joined them on. You didn’t actually do much of a job, but Brian labeled you his assistant just so you’d get paid to travel the world with them.

“Oh, jeez, Y/N, I’m so sorry. You know you don’t have to come with us every time, Love. I wouldn’t have minded if you left the press tour early to make it home to your family for the holidays. God, I feel awful.”

“It’s alright, Bri.”

“No it’s not, Love. Everyone else’s family is right around where we all live in London. I forget sometimes that you grew up across the country, since I met you here back in Uni all those years ago.”

“It’s okay, really. There’s no place I would rather of been. Really. I wanted to be with you.”

Your words made Brian blush as he fantasized of you having feelings for him as well. “Well I don’t want you to be left alone on Christmas morning. I’m about to get up and ready to go to my Mum and Dad’s house, I can swing by and pick you up if you’d like?”

“Oh, that’s alright. I’m really just looking to get some rest until dinner and the party at Freddie’s later. Even though it’s a more intimate party than he usually throws, you know it’s still going to go late in the morning, and I’m still awfully jet lagged, so I’m fine Bri. Really.”

“Can I at least pick you up to go to Fred’s later?”

“ ‘Course.”

“Alright, Love. See you later then.”

~~~~~~~

Just as you finished getting dressed into your sleek red Christmas gown after curling your hair and putting half of it up, and doing makeup to match your festive attire, you heard the doorbell ring.

“One minute!” You yelled, quickly slipping on your gold heels and putting your shawl around your shoulders as you ran to the for.

“Hi Bri!”

“M-my God, Y/N,” he said, taking your hand and spinning you around as he walked in the door. “You look absolutely breathtakingly stunning.”

“Well I think I could say the same thing to you. You clean up very nicely.” You smiled as you pulled at his suit. You’d liked him for months, but couldn’t get yourself to admit it to him. You were sure he didn’t feel the same way, sure that admitting your feelings would ruin your friendship, so instead you opted to keep to yourself.

“We’re running a little late, Love, so are you ready to go?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You smiled, grabbing the large bag of presents by the door.

“Oh I’ll take that, really Love. Too much work for someone in such a gorgeous dress.” He winked, taking the bag from your arms as he lead you out the door.

~~~~~~~~~

Freddie’s house was decorated to the nines. You and Brian had only made it in the foyer, yet you had already counted twelve Christmas trees. A server took yours and Brian’s presents and placed them under the largest tree at the center of the house where the presents were being organized by name for you all to go and find after dinner.

“Y/N! Darling!” Freddie exclaimed as he walked in from another room, scooping you up and spinning you around. “You look absolutely stunning!”

“I could say the same to you!” he had on an all red, metallic suit with gold beading concentrated on the shoulders that faded down the arms.

“And Brian!” He exclaimed, bringing his band mate in for a hug. “Don’t the two of you just make the perfect couple!”

“But we’re not-“ you started, only to be cut off.

“Oh I know, Darling. I’m just saying you LOOK like the perfect couple.” He winked at Brian as he walked away, Brian fuming with embarrassment and anger. The other three knew of his feelings for you, and were getting antsy that neither of you had admitted it to the other yet.

After everyone had arrived, you all sat down at the large dining table, where you were seated next to Brian, and began chatting about your lives.

“And what about you, Y/N? Anyone special in your life?” Roger asked.

“Oh no. No time for that, really. I think you four keep me busy enough.” You laughed.

“Fair enough. What about you, Brian?”

“Oh, uh, I- um. No. Nobody special.”

“You don’t sound too sure about that, mate.” John smirked.

“You sure you’re not into someone you’re currently very close to...physically?” Freddie teased.

“Shut your mouths, all of you.” He said, rolling his eyes as his three bandmates snickered across the table from the two of you.

“What was that all about?” you asked Brian.

“Oh nothing. Nothing at all.”

~~~~~~~~~~

After dinner, the bar in the room with all of the presents was opened as a DJ in the back of the room played the perfect blend of Christmas music and trendy music from the radio. You and the boys laughed as you sat and drank together on the couch, and after a while you and Deaky got up to go dance.

With both of you entirely tired out, John decided to go back to his drink with the boys, yet you were empty, so decided to go to the bar to find something else, telling him you’d catch up with them in a moment.

As soon as John sat down, Brian was already prying him for information.

“So? Did she say anything about me?”

“Nope.”

“John, you were dancing with her for like fifteen minutes. She must have said something.”

“No really, mate. We just talked about my baby, the upcoming tour, you know, stuff friends talk about.”

Brian sighed in defeat.

“Bri, if you’re this helpless, I’m sorry, but it’s time to grow a pair, suck it up, and ask her out.” Roger teased.

“I know I know, I just… I don’t want to ruin everything and lose her.”

“You won’t.” Roger said.

“Yeah, it’s obvious she likes you too.” John added.

“Really?”

“Really.” The three said in unison.

“What’d you get her?” Freddie asked.

“A heart shaped diamond encrusted ruby necklace. Got it here in my suit,” he said, pressing his hand to the inside pocket of his suit coat. “Didn’t want to risk someone stealing it. And besides, I want to give it to her myself.”

The other three nodded understandingly. “You should tell her how you feel when you give it to her. You should do it before we all get into gifts too.” Freddie said.

“But Fred, that only gives me fifteen minutes. You said we were doing gifts at 10:00!”

“Exactly, Darling. You need a little nudge to get you to admit your feelings. This is your nudge.”

As Brian noticed you happily walked back over to the four of them, he shushed the other three ad you retook your spot next to Brian.

“Why are we all just not speaking to eachother?” You laughed.

“Oh no reason.” Roger blurted out, the four of them looking between eachother, eventually staring at Brian as if to tell him something through their eyes, which left you completely confused.

“Okay then?”

“Hey, Y/N?” Brian nervously stated. “I uh, I got you something special and wanted to give it to you myself, uh alone if you don’t mind?”

“Oh that’d be wonderful.” You smiled, taking his hand as you stood up.  

“Brian, wait!” Freddie said as he grabbed his friends shoulder and whispered in his ear: “Go to the formal living area at the back of the house. There’s a beautiful tree there, and the fireplace is lit, and no one will be there.”

Brian nodded understandably as he lead you away from the party.

“What was that about?”

“Oh nothing. Just telling me where to go is all.”

As the two of you stepped into the all red decorated room, Brian locked the door behind the two of you as you marveled at the beauty of the room.

“Wow, it’s gorgeous. Freddie really knows how to decorate, doesn't he?” You said as you sat on the couch that was angled toward the Christmas tree with the fireplace to your left.

“Uh, yeah.” Brian said pacing.

“Brian, come sit down.” You said, patting the couch next to you. “Whatever you got me I know I’ll love.”

He sat next to you as he let out a huge breath of air.

“What’s up with you? I’ve never seen you so nervous?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” he reassured. He took out the small box from his coat, placing it in your hands. “Now, I actually helped design this, so I’m really hoping you like it.” He smiled as his hand rested on yours.

You removed the wrapping paper to find a gorgeous, large, heart shaped ruby and diamond necklace. You gasped in shock, tears flooding to your eyes.

“What’s wrong? Do you like it?” He said, worried.

“Oh I love it! Thank you!” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Then why are you crying?” He said as he pulled you into a tight embrace.

“Because no one has ever done something this nice for me in my entire life.” You said, looking at him as he brushed away a tear. “Can you put it on me?”

“Of course, Love.” He smiled as you turned away from him so he could put it on you. “There’s one more thing.”

“Not something else! This is already too much!” You said, turning back to him as he finished putting your necklace on. He took your hands in his, as he stared into your eyes.

“No, this is just something I’ve gotta get off my chest. I, uh, I don’t really know how to tell you this. I mean, you’re my best friend, you know that. And I can’t imagine my life without you. That’s why I’m so nervous right now. But for the last couple of years now I’ve been absolutely crazy about you. I’m in love with you, Y/N, and I haven’t been able to tell you until now.” His hands were shaking from how nervous he was.

“You are?” you smiled.

“Oh god, I’m sorry I even said anything.” He said, pulling his hands away from yours and he turned to look at the fire.

“No, no, Brian, Brian. Look at me,” you said, grabbing his face in your hands. “Hey, open your eyes and look at me.” You laughed as he blinked them open, and you noticed the tears welling in the bottom of them. “I’m in love with you too.” You whispered behind your tears of happiness.

“You are?” he smiled.

“Yeah. I have been for a while now too. Just couldn’t get myself to say anything.” You admitted.

“Really?”

“Really. I’m in love with you, Brian Harold May.”

“God, am I in love with you too.” He smiled as he pressed his lips to yours, the kiss immediately passionate. Your lips molded together perfectly as his hands roamed your body, yours toying with his hair.

After awhile he layed you down on the sofa as he hovered over you, trailing kisses from your mouth down your neck as his hand slipped in your dress as it squeezed your breast, fingers toying with your nipple. You let out a moan, reconnecting your lips with his as he sat you up to try to unzip your dress, yet after a minute or two of his hands roaming your body, he groaned in frustration.

“Why can’t I figure out how to take this fucking dress off?”

You laughed at his annoyance.

“It’s not funny!”

“It’s kinda funny.” You smiled, tapping his nose.

“Well? Why can’t I?”

“Because there’s no zipper, silly. It laces from the inside. It’ll take me at least twenty minutes to get off, and once it’s off, there’s no way I’m putting it back on tonight, so this might have to wait a couple hours.” You laughed.

“Fine,” he groaned in annoyance, “but if you’re making me wait for something I’ve been waiting for over the last ten years, you’ve at least got to come home with me tonight.”

“Well I thought you’d never ask.” You smirked, hooking your finger around his tie as you pulled him in for a chaste kiss on your lips. “And hey, don’t think I haven’t been waiting for this for a while either.”

~~~~~~~~~~

You and Brian quickly composed yourselves, rejoining the party hand in hand, to which the boys sprung up from their seats in applause.

“Finally!” Roger exclaimed.

“Told you, mate.” John smiled, patting Brian on the shoulder.

“So…” Freddie smiled. “Is it official?”

You looked at Brian as he looked down at you, placing his arm around you as he pulled you in close to his side.

“It’s official.” The two of you said in unison as he pressed a kiss from your lips, causing the boys to hoot and holler in congratulations.

As a love song played in the room, Brian lead you to the floor as he placed his arms around your waist, and you placed yours around his neck, lovingly laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you swayed to the music.

“Thank you, Brian.” You smiled up at him.

“Oh anything for you, Y/N. I was hoping you’d like it.”

“Not for the necklace, silly. Well, for that too, but I meant for admitting your feelings for me. I’ve never been happier in my life.” You smiled.

“Neither have I. Thank you for saying yes.” He smiled, making you giggle. “Happy Christmas, My Love.”

“Happy Christmas” You smiled as he reconnected his lips to yours, making this officially the best Christmas you’d ever had.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Please excuse any typos and such! -C

Taglist: @yourlocalmusicalprostitute , @bismillahnah , @deakysmisfire , @queer-heart-attack​ , @everything-you-dont-wanna-be , @mercurycrowley , @ikbenplant​ , @xcdelilahxc​ , @chekovs-davy-jones-wig​ , @laedymoon​ , @manicpixydreamgirl​ , @jaylikesguavass​ , @brianskindofcheese​ , @anincurablefangirl​ ,  @jennyggggrrr​ , @delightfullynlove​ , @johndeaconshands​ , @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​ , @hannafuckingsucks​

[warren-lauren]

Anyone taking PD!Brian May request? Need some hot grey curls in my life 😍

[stormtrprinstilettos]

39 Shades of May - Chapter 3 [Dom!Brian x sub!Reader]{18+}

Summary: You’re Mr. May’s temporary assistant for the summer. But it’s turns out it’s not exactly the “job” you’re expecting.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Series Warnings: This is a Dom!Brian x Sub!Reader fic. There is language, hardcore smut, BDSM. All the good stuff.

Chapter Warnings: Domination/submission, bondage, humiliation, choking, orgasm denial

Word Count: 4067 (Shorter, but full of what you’re really here for.)

III.

You wear a red dress, just like he told you to do. He loves you in red. Your nerves are tangled up to the point where you’re literally nauseated. This is a bad idea. You know it’s a bad idea. But he’s insisted you come to the house and meet his wife. His fucking wife. Your heart is racing as you step out of the car, the light evening breeze flowing over you, and you feel a rush down your spine as you make your way to the front door.

Before you can even knock, the door opens, almost as if he felt you approaching. He’s standing before you. Mr. May. Brian. Sir. You don’t know what you’re supposed to call him when she’s around. You don’t even know why you agreed to come. You’re sure all you had to do was tell him that you were uncomfortable with this and he would have understood. But no – you can’t disappoint Mr. May.

He greets you with a smile and holds his hand out to guide you inside. You haven’t seen him in a week. Not since you came back from London. He left the next day to take the wife on a small trip to the coast. He did call you every day to make sure you were on your best behavior, though. To make sure you were taking care of his property.

“Hello, Y/N,” he says as you walk in. “I’m very pleased you could join us.”

“Hello… Brian?” You cringe, because you don’t want to choose the wrong term of address. With a smile and a quick nod he lets you know that you chose correctly, and you relax. Finally. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Have you been a good girl, doll?” he asks, speaking softly as he looks into your eyes.

You start to giggle. “I’m always a good girl, Sir.” You give him a smirk, never breaking eye contact.

“Y/N!” you hear a woman call out before she walks over. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.” She holds out her hand and walks you into the living room. “Please. Sit. I’ll get us some drinks.”

You take a seat on the sofa and Brian sits next to you. He looks behind him to make sure you’re alone and leans in to talk. “This won’t take long. She’s leaving soon to go out with some friends.” You shift in your seat and turn to him. “Relax. Don’t fidget.”

But you can’t help it. She’s being so nice to you, seemingly completely oblivious to the fact that you’re her husbands doll, his little slut. Maybe she knows. She has to know something. There’s no way she would be okay with her husband having a young girl like you as his assistant. Maybe she doesn’t know. No, she can’t possibly know. Why would she be okay with this… arrangement? She doesn’t know.

“I think that’s enough,” he says to her rather bluntly. “She doesn’t need to go through your interrogation.” Clearly you’re not the only one who listens to his commands. She stops speaking, puts her hands in her lap and looks down. You look over to him, but he’s not looking at you. “Isn’t it time for you to leave?”

“Yes,” she mumbles. “It’s time for me to leave.” She stands up but keeps looking down. Now it makes sense. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N.” He stands up and walks over to her. “I’ll be home at 10.” Her head never raises as she walks out the door.

He turns around and looks at you, his face expressionless, and he watches you closely as he walks back into the living room and takes a seat in a chair. You know what that means. You stand up and walk to him, dropping down to your knees between his legs as you keep eye contact. He is pleased that you remembered. You can tell by the grin on his face. “It’s been a rough night for you, doll?” he asks as his hand brushes over your hair.

“Yes, Sir,” you say. “A rough week, actually.”

“Oh?” he asks. “Tell me why it’s been a rough week.”

You lick your lips and take in a breath. “Because I missed you, Sir.”

A soft smile crosses his lips. “What did you miss about me, doll?”

“I missed your voice. Your touch. Your lips. Your…” You pause and take a deep breath.

“Say it. What else did you miss?”

“Your cock, Sir,” you murmur, almost embarrassingly.

“My what?” he asks as if he couldn’t hear what you said.

“Your cock. Sir,” you say louder.

“Hmm,” He chuffs. “Did you think about my cock when you were alone?”

You lower your head before quickly looking back up. Eye contact at all times. “Yes, Sir. I did.”

“And when you thought about my cock, what did you do?”

“I touched myself,” you whisper.

“You what?” He wasn’t asking for clarity. He was shocked.

You take a deep breath and bow your head in shame. “I touched myself, Sir.”

He lifts your chin up, making you look at him again. “What did you touch, doll?”

“My pussy, Sir.”

“What did you touch?” Again, not asking for clarity. Now he’s growing angry. You gave the wrong answer.

“Your pussy, Sir.”

“Did I give you permission to touch my pussy?” he asks, his tone raised and getting angrier.

“No, Sir,” you whisper.

“Did you cum?”

You whisper again. “Yes, Sir.”

“Did I give you permission to cum?”

“No, Sir.”

“No, I did not. You’ve been a naughty girl, Y/N.” He grabs a handful of your hair and leans in close to you. “I thought you told me you’re always a good girl.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

He pulls your head back by your head. His eyes are fuming. “You don’t touch things that don’t belong to you without permission, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you whimper. “It won’t happen again.”

He stands and pulls you up by your hair, not saying a word. He doesn’t have to. The strength he’s using to pull you up the stairs and down the hall to a room you’ve never been in before speaks volumes. He’s angry. You didn’t listen. You were a naughty girl. And now you must be punished.

The door hasn’t even closed all the way before he turns and pushes you against it until it clicks shut. Immediately you fall to your knees, mouth open, eagerly awaiting the gift he is currently pulling from his pants. You take every second to savor his hard cock on your lips, feeling the strength he is using to guide your head how he wants it. It’s not gentle and slow like it usually is. You know you’re going to feel this tomorrow.

He pulls himself back, his cock hitting your chin as it falls from your mouth. “Follow me,” he growls. You start to stand up but he quickly pushes you back down. “On your knees!” he yells. “Naughty sluts don’t deserve to walk.” You get on your hands and knees and crawl after him toward the bed in this dark room – the only light coming from a small lamp on the corner. When you reach him, he pulls you up by your hair and bends you over the bed. “Do not turn around,” he tells you with a low growl in his voice. Your pussy is throbbing, and no matter how hard you resist, you give into your curiosity and turn around to see him.

The punishment is immediate. He spanks you hard through your dress. The pain is absolutely beautiful. “Thank you, Sir!” you scream out with each slap. Your knees grow weak, you breathing is shallow. You don’t want him to stop. Each slap makes you more wet. Your breathing grows more and more rapid. You are his. You’ve been a bad girl. A naughty slut. You deserve this. His final slap was so hard you had to grip the bedsheets with your shaking fingers.

He bends down behind you and you feel him attaching cuffs to your ankles. You want to look, but you don’t. You need to recover, catch your breath. When he moves you back to adjust your position, you realize that your ankles are locked a apart and you gasp. “Sir?” you ask.

The only answer you get is the sound of his belt being undone and pulled from the belt loops. He swings it forward and down around your neck before he pulls back you back towards him. When he does, you quickly peek down and notice the spreader bar between your feet, helping make it impossible for you to move. “What did I tell you about cuming, Y/N?”

“I need… permission. Sir.” It’s hard for you to speak. It hurts to speak. But you force it out anyway, not wanting to disappoint.

“You don’t get to cum tonight,” he fusses as he lifts your dress and rips away your panties. He pushes you back down over the bed, releasing some of the tension on the belt that is still wrapped around your neck.

He crashes himself into you, thrusting himself deeper with each push, pulling the belt around your neck again as he continuously spanks you harder and harder. “Please, Sir,” you beg. “I promise I’ll be a good slut for you.” He says nothing. “Please I promise. Just please let me cum for you, Sir.”

He pulls you up by the belt again, still continuing his glorious assault with his cock. “I said no,” he growls. “Naughty sluts don’t get to cum.” He pushes you back down and releases the belt, only to grab your arms and pull them behind you. “Face down on the bed,” commands. “Don’t even look at me.”

Hours seem to pass in your mind as he keeps pummeling you with his cock, seeming like he’s never going to stop, his speed and pressure not calming. You need to distract yourself or you will cum against his orders. Rule number one, you tell yourself. He is always in control. Rule number two, I am to remember that I am here for his pleasure. Rule number three, I will only wear lace panties unless he tells me not to. Rule number four, I will satisfy him whenever and wherever he wants. Rule number five, I must always ask for permission before I… “Sir, please! I can’t…”

He quickly pulls his cock from you and release your arms. You stay face down on the bed as he walks around and sits in front of you on the bed. “Lift yourself up,” he orders. He grabs your hair and you open your mouth. You know what he wants. “Take it,” he growls as he pushes your head down to his cock. Rule number eight, always make him proud. You relax your mouth and let him fuck it, making sure your throat is uninhibited by your tongue as he forces his cock down, allowing you to come up for the occasional breath. “Don’t you know how lucky you are to have this cock?” he asks as he looks at your tear-stained face. All you can do is nod. You can’t speak. You’re breathless. He shoves his cock back in your mouth before pulling you back up. “Then be grateful, you pathetic slut!” he yells.

“Thank you for giving me your cock, Sir,” you moan. “Thank you for fucking my mouth.”

He pushes your head back down and lets go of your hair, allowing you to control your speed and the depth. “Such a good doll,” he says quieter. “Your mouth is perfect.” He brings a hand back up to your head and gently rubs. “Are you ready for my cum?”

“Mmm hmm,” you moan against him, nodding your head as best you can. You keep the speed he was guiding you, preparing yourself for his hot seed that was about to shoot down your throat.

“Do not swallow it,” he groans as he starts to cum in your mouth. “Take it all and hold it.” And you do as you’re told, quickly closing your mouth as soon as he pulls your head off of him. “Good girl,” he smiles with a chuckle, noticing some of his cum leaking out the side of your mouth. “Open,” he tells you, and when you do, it all starts to drip out, falling down your chin. “Well that’s going to make a mess.” He waves his hands up, letting you know that you can stand, but it’s hard to do with your weakened muscles and the spreader bar between your ankles. He shifts himself closer to the edge of the bed so he can help you and he starts to chuckle again. “Are you okay?”

It’s hard to speak. He didn’t tell you that you can swallow. “Yes, Sir,” you say, and the rest of his cum you’re holding in your mouth falls onto your dress. “Did I please you, Sir?”

“Very much, doll,” he smiles. “You always do.” He climbs off the bed and onto the floor so he can unhook the cuffs from your ankles. Before he stands up, he runs a hand up your leg and to your soaking pussy. “It’s a shame you can’t finish yourself for me,” he moans. “She must be aching.” She is. And his fingers aren’t helping matters at all. You let out an involuntary quiet sigh and he quickly pulls his hand away. “Maybe next time you’ll remember rule number six.” He stands up and cups your face with the same hand he just touched your pussy with. “And what is rule number six?”

“Don’t touch what is yours without permission,” you whisper. Your pussy is aching. It’s throbbing. It’s desperate for attention. And you want to cry because it hurts so bad. But you dare not ask. You dare not beg. And you dare not try to sneak and take care of it when you get home, either. Because he’ll know. You know he will.

He kisses the top of your head and holds you into a gentle hug. “Go home and wash up, doll,” he says. “I’ll see you in the morning.” He pulls away and motions for you to leave. “Go on.”

This is different. There’s no cuddling. There’s no kiss. Nothing. You’re upset. He says you pleased him but he’s not touching you anymore. He’s not holding you, telling you that you’re a good girl, that you’re his precious doll. You bow your head an walk out the room, showing yourself to the front door to leave.

When you get downstairs, his wife is there. She doesn’t smile. She’s not angry. She knows. She knows something. She looks at you with a sympathetic look. She gives you a sympathetic smile. You nod your heads in unison before you grab your purse and leave.

“Y/N, you look fine, really,” Charlotte, you roommate tells you, exasperated and annoyed with you. “Just...wear the green one.” You’re running between your bedroom and her bedroom the next morning trying to find the perfect shirt to wear with your black skirt. Always a black skirt. He told you to always wear a black skirt. “Why are you even doing this? You’ve worked for him for two weeks now. Long has gone the time to make a good first impression.”

“I just want to make sure I look alright,” you call out to her. Sure, you know why Charlotte finds this strange. You can’t exactly tell her why. You can’t tell her that you’ve disappointed him and you want to make sure his doll is extra pretty today. You can’t tell her than you want to look so good he can’t help but take pits on you and he lets you cum. You can’t tell her than you are still throbbing from last night and knowing the fact that you won’t be able to cum for another week is making you crazy.

When you walk back to her bedroom to model the last shirt, she rolls her eyes. “You have a crush on him don’t you?”

“No,” you groan before walking back to you room and spotting a red shirt hanging over a chair. That’s the one. That’s what you’ll wear. He loves you in red.

You arrive to the house at exactly 8:56, giving you four minutes to get out of the car and inside to your desk. 9:00. He wants you there at 9:00 and not a second later. He always walks in at exactly 9:00. You rush out of the car and unlock the door. 8:57. Perfect. When you walk in, he’s standing by your desk, looking at his watch. “Good job, Miss Y/L/N. Right on time.” He looks up at you and smiles. “How was the rest of your evening?”

“Could have been better, Mr. May,” you smirk. “But I won’t complain.” You sit down at your desk and open your calendar, but he reaches over and closes it back. “You have lunch today…”

“Cancel it,” he says. “I don’t want to see anyone today.” He walks to the door that leads out to the main part of the house and stops before he opens it. “I’m going back to bed.” He opens the door and walks out, leaving you there alone.

And you sit there. For six hours and thirteen minutes. Alone. You’ve canceled his lunch and there was nothing else to do. You fidgeted. You paced the floor. You even made some paper airplanes. You started to read a book about some physics stuff that went way over your head. Anything you could find to occupy your time.

At 3:13 he walks back in, pleased to see you still there. “I thought you would have left by now,” he says with a smirk before closing and locking the door.

“Not without your okay first,” you smile. “Is there anything I can do for you… Sir?” Not Brian. Not Mr. May. Sir. He looks at you a bit curiously. He’s the one who always initiates this, but this time you are. And he’s quite impressed. Pleased, even.

He sighs and sits down in the chair across the room. You know what that means. You get up and walk to him, but before you get on your knees he stops you and pats his leg. “Here,” he says. “Sit here.” When you go to sit, he stops you again, moving your leg to the side so you’ll straddle his thigh and look into his eyes. “Like that,” he murmurs. “You look pretty sitting there like that.” He brings his hand to your face and gently rubs his thumb on your cheek.

“I wore red for you today, Sir,” you say softly with a smile. “I know how much you like it.”

“I do,” he smiles. He leans in and gives you a gentle kiss. “Those lips. I missed those last night.” All you can do is hum and nod in response. He starts to move his leg ever so slightly, making sure you’re positioned just right – or just wrong, depending on how you look at it. You let out a quiet gasp as your clit rubs just perfectly on his leg. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks in almost a whisper, his hand still cupping your face and you nod again. He holds your hips and rocks you slowly, back and forth. “Just close your eyes and feel it.”

You do as he says. You close your eyes and bite your bottom lip. You know you shouldn’t touch him, not without his permission, but he doesn’t stop you when your hands roam up his arms and onto his shoulders. He doesn’t stop you when they run to his back and onto his neck. And he doesn’t stop you when you start to make those almost purr like moans he loves to hear. You head falls forward and rests on his shoulder, and the friction between your pussy and his pants makes you gasp. You no longer need his guidance. Your moving your hips just fine on your own, grinding yourself on his thigh. He’s letting you do whatever you want. Except for the one thing you desperately need.

“You’re doing such a good job, doll,” he tells you as he brings a hand up to play with your hair. “You like rubbing against me don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” you moan.

“Who makes you feel like this?”

“You do, Sir,” you whine into his neck.

“And who gets to touch you?”

“You do, Sir.”

He gently lifts your head up and makes you look at him. “Look at you, my pretty little whiny mess,” he smiles. “With the soaking wet panties, rubbing that pretty little cunt on me.” You struggle to keep your eyes open. Your breathing is starting to get heavier and your moans are getting louder and he starts to rub your back. “You want to cum doll? Make a mess in those panties?”

You quickly nod your head. “I want to cum so bad, Sir. Please.”

“Who says when you can cum?”

“You do, Sir,” you groan. “Please, please can I cum?” you desperately beg.

“No,” he says with a smirk. “You may not.”

You groan and want to cry. “Sir, please. It hurts so much.”

“I don’t want you to hurt, Y/N,” he says softly, giving you an almost panicked, apologetic look. “You’re supposed to tell me when…”

“Please, Sir,” you whisper, still holding him around his neck. You put your forehead to his and start grinding on him again. “It just hurts so fucking bad and I can’t take it anymore,” you whine, almost child-like. “Sir, please.”

He holds your hips and stops you from rocking and pushes you to stand, and he stands up with you. “Sit down, Y/N,” he says, not as a command – he’s almost concerned – and he nudges you down to the chair. Now he kneels down in front of you, and your mind is completely blown. He pulls your legs up and rests them on his shoulders. “I’m going to make sure my pretty little pussy is taken care of,” he says as he reaches under your skirt and pulls down your panties.

Breath that aren't even aware that you’re holding in comes gasping out of you as his soft tongue slides into your folds. You moan loudly as you feel Brian's hot saliva pouring over your clit, like he's velvet over your entire body. As his tongue passes over your inner lips, you grab his hair. You’ve never done that before.

His fingers pry your flesh open wider as his tongue gently laps around your clit, drawing all the blood in your body to that small bundle of nerves, pulling harder with each stroke. “Oh my god, Brian…” you groan as you look down at him, and he looks up at you, smiling against your pussy. “Sir,” you quickly correct yourself. He doesn’t seem to mind.

He's licking you, tasting you, even loving you with his mouth. You hand grabs his hair even harder and your hips buck up, pushing yourself hard against his mouth. “Like that…. Like that….” you whisper in a groan. “That feels perfect… Thank you, Sir.”

You body knows that you can’t keep the tension inside any longer. You orgasm rolls over you like a quick blast from a hot furnace. You moan from the bottom of your stomach, your head thrown back, your eyes squeezed shut tight. Your hand grabs at his hair. And he rides out your orgasm with you, not moving his mouth away until he knows you are completely satisfied. He stops and rests his cheek your inner thigh, smiling up at you. “Feeling better?” he asks as you both laugh.

“Yeah,” you giggle as you sit up, pulling him to you for a kiss. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Don’t thank me,” he says with a smile as he helps you stand up. “It’s always my pleasure when I get to taste you.” He holds you in a hug and kisses the top of your head. “Do you have your passport?” he asks out of the blue. You shake your head. “Book us three tickets to New York. I have business there next week and you’ll be coming with us.”

You look up at him curiously. “Us?”

“You. Me. And my wife.”

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You make my life worth while - Brian May x Reader

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Words: 6692

Prompt: "You make my life worthwhile with the slightest smile, or destroy me with a barely perceptible whisper"

Warnings: Alcohol, slowburn (i think.. A little bit at least), curse words. SMUT; Female receiving oral, male receiving oral. Penetrative sex - safe sex (for once..)

Note: Let's pretend that Chrissy does not exist in this world, yeah? This takes place in around 1979. I know that Dreamer's Ball is more.. melancholic than I've written this, but I decided to interpret the single quote I got as something positive - and I really hope you appreciate it!

This is my contribution to @roger-taylor-stole-my-heart‘s writing challenge! 🎉

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It's hard to pinpoint exactly when you started falling. Maybe it was because of the sporadic compliments. It might have been his thoughtful nature or his funny remarks - or maybe it was something as simple as his beautiful, curly hair and his charming smile. There is a chance that it was faith. Perhaps just knowing and caring for a person for a larger portion of your life ends up with romantic feelings. The worst part about all of it was - maybe you were just in love with the thought of love? It had been a few years since you had had any sort of romantic interest so maybe you were just getting bored.

"Hello? (Y/N)? Are you in there?"

Brian's soft voice ripped you from your train of thought and back into reality. At this point, your eyes had been glued to his lips for longer than what would be considered normal, which immediately caused your blood to rush to your cheeks. His beautiful eyes slowly scanned your face before they frantically tried to reach a connection to your own eyes.

"Oh! Uh-yeah. Sorry, I just spaced out a bit. What were you saying?" you cleared your throat and awkwardly started shifting in your seat and fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"I asked if you wanted to come to see our show tonight?" he asked again, voice filled with worry. The look in his eyes made it very obvious that he had multiple questions he wanted to ask you right now.

"Yes! Of course, Bri. You know I'd love to" you replied before clearing your throat.

"You... Were staring. Do I have anything on my face?" He looked at you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before you reached out to grab a hold of his wrist.

"No, not at all. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I promise, I just really zoned out - I wasn't even paying attention to where I was looking" you apologized.

He softly laughed in response and held out his hands, placing them on the table between you, with the back of his hands against the tabletop, inviting you to place your hands in his. Wordlessly you accepted the invitation and gently laid your hands in his. Sparks seemed to fly everywhere you looked the moment you felt the warmth of his hands against your own.

"Are you okay? I'm a little worried about you if I'm being completely honest" he softly said desperately trying to capture your eyes for a moment of eye contact. Your eyes kept fleeing from his gaze until he gently squeezed your hands which caught you off guard.

"Brian I.." you hesitated and sighed. For a short moment, you thought about sharing your feelings. Finally telling him that you had grown fond of him and letting him know about the crush you had evolved. Quickly, all the alarms went off in your head, reminding you that it would be a bad idea. You had been friends with Brian for at least 15 years at this point and you had only shared a single kiss, more than 3 years ago a night where both of you were drunk. Never spoke about it since.

"I'm fine" you lied, trying to fake a smile.

"Please don't lie to me" he whispered, clearly hurt. He could see right through you, which didn't really surprise you. Seeing him hurt because of something you said made your heartache.

"Brian.. I don't know what to say. I have... A lot going on in my head right now and I don't think I'm ready to let you in on the thoughts just yet. I promise I will at some point, I just have some things I need to figure out on my own, okay?"

He softly nodded, sighed and gave your hands another tight squeeze before withdrawing his hands and glancing at his wristwatch.

"Oh, I'm going to be late," he exclaimed and flew up from his chair.

"Sorry to be running out on you, see you tonight yeah?"

You nodded and flashed him a smile - a genuine one this time.

______ AN HOUR LATER

The thoughts from earlier flooded your mind. You could not shake the thought of Brian. You wanted him so bad, but you knew you would never be brave enough to tell him. It simply couldn't be worth throwing all those years of close friendship away, just because you had gotten a stupid crush.

Not knowing exactly what to do, you phoned Veronica, asking if you could pop by. Just a few years ago you wouldn't have bothered with calling Veronica beforehand, but after the birth of her two sons, you figured it would be the best. Especially because she was pregnant too. How she managed to have two whole babies and one on the way with a husband that was barely home was baffling to you. She was truly the most amazing woman you had ever met.

You softly knocked on the door and opened it right after, not giving her a chance to reach the door to let you in.

"Hi love, what incredible timing you have. I just put the boys down for an afternoon nap" she said as she pulled you in for a tight embrace.

"Gosh, hi! I've missed you so much!" you replied, hugging her just a little tighter before letting go.

"Now, I already made you a cuppa. Let me know what's on your mind," she demanded, leading you to her kitchen to give you the hot cup of tea.

"How do you know I - no... Wait. No nothing's on my.. Mind" you rambled and exhaled loudly afterwards, clearly giving up.

Veronica softly laughed and shook her head.

"Now that that lie is out of the way - what's going on with you? You seem a little beside yourself. Did something happen to you?"

You sighed once again taking a quick sip of your tea before returning your attention to your friend.

"I have a problem, okay. A dilemma, so to say" you admitted, folding your hands on the table in front of you.

"There's this... Guy."

"A guy!" You were interrupted by a very excited Veronica. You shot her a look that made her calm down and wordlessly apologize, letting you finish your thoughts.

"A guy, yes. I really nice and great guy. And I feel like I've.. Maybe got a crush on him - and I shouldn't! I really shouldn't, you know. I feel like it could ruin my life if I let him know. Like... It would be horrifying. Imagine if he didn't feel the same, right? I mean why would he? If he felt anything along those lines, he would've let me know by now right?" you felt yourself ramble on while your hands were very busy playing with whatever piece of fabric on your body they could grab on to.

"Uh-huh, yeah. So, this is a guy you've known for a long time, yeah?" Veronica quickly replied, slowly nodding, looking as if she had caught on to who you were talking about.

"Uh... Yeah. Veronica please, I don't know what to do and I'm freaking out. I've never felt like this before!" you whined, crossing your arms in front of you on the table and banging your head down onto your arms.

"Hey, don't worry. It's alright" she replied and within seconds she was by your side, gently rubbing your back.

You sat in the silence for a few moments, letting your thoughts gather in your mind again while the gentle touch of Veronica's hand on your back, made you feel a little more at ease.

______ MEANWHILE

"Brian for the love of everything that is good and holy in this world, just tell her what you feel!" Freddie practically yelled at the curly-haired guitarist who was sitting in front of him, slouched over with his head in his hands.

"It's not that bloody easy, Fred!" Brian snapped back, flying up from his chair assuming a threating pose in front of the lead singer.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me"

A few moments of deafening silence filled the small room as the two men stared each other down, none of them willing to break. That was until Brian finally lowered his shoulders and sighed, dumping back into the chair he had previously been sitting in.

"I'm sorry Fred. I just.. She might be the best thing that's ever happened to me and-"

Freddie cleared his throat loudly, pointing at himself and raising his eyebrows.

"You know what I mean. I can't bear the thought of her rejecting me! I just.. I want her to want me too, you know?"

"I'm sure she does" John chimed in, not removing his eyes from the knobs he was currently fiddling with on his bass.

Brian softly sighed and shook his head, making his curly hair bounce all over his face and shoulders.

"I'm not sure... Wouldn't she have said something by now then?" Brian's voice was filled with worry and sadness.

"Wouldn't count on it mate. You haven't said something, so why would she? You know how shy she is" Roger chimed in, crossing his arms firmly and popping out his hip.

"Yeah... Well... You might be right. I don't know, I wish I could read minds" Brian whined before he finally rose from his chair and buttoned the bottom few buttons on his shirt, finally ready to hit the stage.

_____ LATER

The atmosphere in the concert hall was amazing. The audience in front of the stage were screaming, dancing and crying as the band performed their asses out of their trousers. You had hoped that Veronica would have joined you backstage, but due to her current state of being very pregnant, it was doctors’ orders that she stayed away from any surroundings that could stress her out - and the concert noise would be way too loud for her. As you heard the band start their last number of the night you subsided further into the backstage area and went to grab Brian's after-show-robe so you could hand it to him as soon as he stepped off stage.

The number ended and the four musicians came storming off stage, bodies oozing adrenalin and sweat. The roadies were lined up, taking the instruments from the men as they flew by. You quickly flung the red robe over Brian's shoulders as he passed you on his way to the wardrobe and you could easily tell he didn't recognize you, but you didn't blame him. Usually, it would be his other roadie, handing him the robe and then disappearing. To be fair, Brian probably wasn't thinking straight given the copious amount of adrenalin that must be soaring through his veins. He had just flown by you when he promptly stopped, and his head snapped in your direction.

"Gosh! (Y/N) my love, I didn't... I hadn't?? Why are you standing here?" Joy filled the tall guitarist's face quickly as he pulled you in for a sweaty hug, not giving you a chance to answer his questions. You felt his curls tickle your face and his natural body scent filled your nostrils.

"I just wanted to be here for you as soon as you got down - what a great show, Bri. You were really good!" you chirped as you pulled away from the hug.

"Thank you - you're an angel. What did I do to deserve you?"

You could see how Brian's entire demeanour changed from the adrenalin-filled rockstar to a soft and almost awestruck figure who had totally lost track of where he was. The admiration he had in his eyes made you blush, and your eyes quickly darted to the floor.

"Oh, Bri - don't get all sentimental on me here. Let's get you to the dressing room. You have a party waiting for you!" you said, gently placing your hand on his upper back, pushing him along with you.

Brian nodded and followed along, letting you lead him back to the rest of the band and the crew that was busy packing things up. Roger and Freddie were situated in the middle of their shared dressing room, still in their stage clothes with their robes over their shoulders and each with a cold beer in their hands. Respectfully you pushed Brian inside not wanting to enter their personal room. You were very well acquainted with all of the boys and to be honest, they felt like a second family, but the dressing room was their space and their place to unwind after an intense performance.

Just as you had pushed Brian through the open door he turned around and grabbed your wrist.

"Join us, plea-"

"Oh, hi you two - we were starting to wonder if you finally pulled yourself together and shagged" John nonchalantly said, rising from his chair and handing Brian a cold beer.

"John!" Freddie said sternly

"Uhh" you awkwardly managed to mumble before you pulled your hand from Brian's soft grasp.

Brian slowly turned his head around and obtained eye contact with John - and boy, if eyes could kill.

The mood of the room had suddenly gotten very awkward and in a try to ease the tension, you slowly backed away.

"I should probably go. Uh - great show - as always. And have a nice party - take a shot for me, yeah?" You awkwardly slid your hands down your thighs, almost as if you tried to wipe them clean.

"No- please" Brian whined, clearly troubled and uncomfortable with the whole seance.

"I mean, please come to the party? I think I owe you a drink" He said, walking towards you before gently grasping a hold of your hands and pulling you closer to him.

"Please, I really... Want you there. I've missed you" he whispered just loud enough for you to hear it.

The mere sensation of feeling Brian's hot breath on your neck and having your hands engulfed in his made shivers run down your spine. You have his hands a quick squeeze before you batted your eyelashes a few times and looked up at him.

"Alright. I'll be there. I'll always be there for you Bri." you whispered back with a soft smile.

The distance between Brian's and your head was excruciatingly tiny. All you had to do was to lean forward - and upwards - a bit and your lips would be on his. All the red lights in your brain told you not to act on it. You were just friends - and nothing more. Against your better judgement you started to lean forward and just before you reached his lips, Brian was pulled back by Freddie who handed him vodka shot. You stumbled back, slightly shocked at the sudden movement. Embarrassment filled your body as Brian shot you a desperate look.

"I should go. I'll see you at the party, yeah?" you mumbled as you waved your goodbyes to the four bandmembers. Freddie, John, and Roger waved back while Brian seemed to send you some sort of apologizing look before he nodded and softly smiled.

_____ AT THE PARTY

The loud music filled the room. All sorts of strange people were mixed at this party - most of whom you had never seen before, despite being close with the band from their very beginning. You were standing alone at the bar, throwing back the occasional shot and sipping your drink. You had a feeling that Brian and the rest of the band would be fairly drunk when they finally arrived. As if sent from heaven the four men you wanted to see finally waltzed through the front door, which caused a loud cheer to emerge from the large group of people.

You quickly downed the rest of your drink and made your way through the bunch of dancing people until you finally reached Brian and softly grabbed on to his arm.

"Brian! You're finally here!" you happily chirped and flashed a toothy smile in his direction.

"(Y/N), you're still here! Thank God. I was worried we had stayed away for too long and you had gone home" Brian replied and led you back to the bar, away from the worst clutter of people.

You softly laughed in response. The feeling of Brian's hand on your lower back as he skillfully guided you though the crowd made the butterflies in your stomach freak out. His touch had never made you feel this way before. Maybe the fact that you almost kissed earlier had heightened your senses.

"I- uh. I'm really sorry about earlier - do you want a drink? My treat" Brian continued when you finally reached the bar and he removed his hand from your lower back, slowly sliding it a little down and off your body, ever so slightly touching the most upper part of your butt.

"Just a beer would be fine - maybe a shot of vodka too?" You laughed, sending him a playful wink.

Brian nodded and got the bartenders attention. He quickly ordered two beers and two vodka shots on the side. You were standing by his side looking at him with pure admiration in your eyes. His gentle nature, the unruly hair, his slightly hunched over position and the slightly chipped white nail polish. On any other guy, it would have been a mess and most certainly something that would have turned you away. But on Brian, it was just right. As he stood there, he seemed almost God sent.

"Cheers, my love," he said and handed you the tiny glass with the clear liquid

"Cheers," you replied and quickly downed the vodka.

You both winched in disgust - pure vodka tasted horrible, as always.

"You - uh - you said you were sorry about earlier? What are you sorry about?" you asked, taking a sip of your chilly beer to cover the disgusting taste of the vodka.

"Oh I.. When Freddie pulled me away in the... Uh, dressing room?" Brian stammered his way through his sentence as the blush on his cheeks grew redder and redder.

"I thought we had a moment- but I might've been wrong, you know. It's just my imagination running wild" he shyly laughed and chugged most of his beer down.

Absolutely taken back by his comment you didn't know what to say. You had indeed had a moment, but you couldn't admit that? That would ruin your friendship, wouldn't it? Even though Brian had felt it too. Maybe he wanted it just as bad as you?

No. Not a chance. Absolutely never. He was this amazing, sweet, kind, smart, rock God and you were... You. Absolutely not.

"Uh - oh. Yeah. No, I don't know." You mumbled and stumbled a little back to increase the distance between you.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't want to make you uncomfortable. God. I'm so sorry, please don't…" Brian almost whined before taking a step forward, bringing the distance back to its original state.

"No - no I'm not uncomfortable, uh. I just.. I think I have to go. It's late right? I should be heading home. I'll see you around" you panicked, placing the rest of your beer firmly on the bar before almost running out of the room.

You pushed your way through the crowd and ignored Brian's desperate calls. You had to get out and you had to get away. He must've been drunk. There is no way he would start acting so strange around you if he wasn't drunk. Did he even know what he was doing to you?

You finally reached the front door and stormed out and just as you went to slam it shut, Brian stuck his hand out and stopping it.

"(Y/N) please!" he whined, getting a hold of your wrist and stopping you in your tracks.

"Brian, you're drunk" you replied, keeping your eyes locked on the ground not trusting yourself to look him in the eyes.

"Am not. I've had a beer and a half and a single shot of vodka. Please look at me." he was out of breath from trying to follow you out.

Now here you were. Right outside the club that hosted the afterparty. Even with the front door shut and all windows closed you could clearly hear the music and feel the bass in the ground. You kept your head down, still not wanting to look Brian in the eyes. Partly out of fear - partly because you felt embarrassed for causing such a scene.

"Look at me, please" his voice was so soft. He gently placed his finger underneath your chin and lifted your head, until his eyes finally caught yours. It was now or never.

You rose to the tip of your toes and gently leaned forward, stopping just as your nose touched Brian's. The feeling of his skin against yours made you flinch and pull back a little, but you quickly leaned forwards again, hovering your lips inches from his just for a few seconds. He was frozen stiff, scared to even breathe. You softly pressed your lips against his, just for a mere second before you pulled away, desperate for more but not wanting to overstep any boundaries. He linked his pinky fingers with yours, wanting to have you close and you feel you. The only thing that could be heard was the loud pounding of the bass and your heavy breathing, neither of you daring to look at each other yet.

"Did you just kiss me?" he whispered; voice shaky.

"Was I not supposed to?"

Your heart dropped to your stomach. Maybe you had messed it all up.

"I don't know but could you do it again?" he asked very timidly.

You giggled softly when you nodded. He slowly lowered his head and you crashed your lips against his, desperately. You placed both your hands on either side of his face and kept him close to you and he replied with placing his hands firmly on your waist, pulling your body flush against his. The kiss deepened with every second and it didn't take long before Brian plucked up the courage to swipe his tongue against your lower lip, asking you to further deepen the kiss. You instantly allowed his tongue inside your mouth.

You pulled apart a few seconds later, keeping your eyes close just for a few more moments before slowly batting your eyelashes as you slowly opened your eyes. Brian was standing across from you, still with his eyes closed and with a soft and goofy smile plastered on his slightly swollen lips.

"Come home with me?" Brian whispered when he finally returned to a sensible state of mind.

"What?"

"Come home with me - please." He pleaded and stepped forward to encapsulate your hands in his.

"Brian... Are you sure? I mean.. Is this really what we want?" you asked, scared what he might answer. You knew deep inside that this was exactly what you wanted. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

With a slight smile on his lips, he softly huffed and laughed in disbelief.

"Love, I don't think you understand the power you have over me. I am head over heels in love with you - have been for a while actually. Have I really been that bad at sending signals?" He asked, raising his eyebrows waiting for you to answer. He had really taken it there. He wanted this as bad as you did.

"I- uh. What.. I mean- wait? Power? What do you mean?" you felt the heat rise to your cheeks once again.

"You make my life worthwhile with the slightest smile, or destroy me with a barely perceptible whisper"

"Bri-"

"No, I mean it. I want you. We've known each other for what- 15 years at this point? I fear that you might think that I'm moving on too quickly but.. (Y/N) I love you. I love you so much - more than I have ever loved another woman before."

You stood in disbelief listening to every single word that came out of the tall curly-haired man.

"Please say something" he whispered. It was obvious that he had just exposed his most sacred thoughts to you, and he was desperately waiting for you to reply.

"Brian I..." you whispered so silently you barely heard yourself.

"I love you too," you said, raising your head again looking him deeply in the eyes.

You felt your eyes get wetter by the second as you watched Brian's reaction to what you had said. His knees seemed to go weak and he pulled you close to him, embracing you tighter than ever before. As your head hit his shoulder you started loudly sobbing. All those strong emotions had you had kept secret for so long were finally out - and it had paid off in the best possible way.

"No - oh God. Don't cry - it's okay. I'm here." Brian lulled while slowly rubbing his hands over your upper back.

"God, I'm just so... Relieved. I've been.. I've been feeling this way for so long Bri. I just.. I'm so happy you felt the same and I'm so glad I finally told you" You cried into his shirt.

"Me too baby. But now I finally get to tell you how much I love you every single day" he softly laughed into your hair before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Let's go home, yeah? I'll take you to my place if you want? You don't have to" He suggested.

"Yes. Please. I really, really want to. Really" you said, pulling away from him and wiping the last tears from your face.

"I'll get us a taxi right away - and let the guys know I'm leaving," Brian said as he took your hand in his and pulled you back inside.

He kissed your hand and pointed towards Roger and Freddie who were situated next to the jukebox. You nodded, picking up on his hint and you parted ways. While Brian searched for a phone you went over to Freddie and Roger.

"Hey guys!" you yelled

"Hello, gorgeous! Have you seen Brian around? If I'm not mistaken, he's probably lookin' for ya" Roger laughed and jokingly tapped Freddie with his shoulder, egging him to laugh along with him.

"Yeah, I have actually. That's why I came over here. I wanted to let you know, that he's going home in a bit" you said with a glimmer in your eye, happiness very present on your face.

"Oh - that's early. Why?" Freddie asked

"I guess he found a date to take home" you laughed, hoping they would catch on to your very subtle hint.

"And you're okay with that?" Freddie continued raising his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Absolutely - mostly because I'm the date" you laughed.

Both the men laughed with you and Roger even raised his hand to high five you - which you quickly replicated.

"Well, what's going on over here?" Brian chimed in as he laid his arm around your shoulder.

"Little missy here just said that you were taking her home. What a lad!" Roger cheered which made you feel your cheeks redden again.

Brian shook his head and laughed, pulling you in a little closer.

"Yes - that's exactly why I'm here. Our taxi is here" he said.

You bid your goodbyes to the guys and caught John on your way out of the building to let him know that you were leaving too. Brian gently guided you to the car and helped you in, before he went around and into the car from the other side. He immediately reached for your hand when he sat down, wanting to feel you close to him. You intertwined your fingers with his, gently pulling his hand into your lap so you could use your free hand to draw patterns on the top of his hand.

"I'm so lucky" you murmured, raising his hand up to your mouth so you could press a gentle kiss to it.  

Brian leaned over to you which caused you to turn your head towards him. Just as you did that, he captured your lips in another fierce kiss. His hand that you had just been holding in your lap quickly flew to your face to cup your cheek. There was an indescribable passion behind the kiss - a passion that you had never felt before. A need almost. You pulled away, completely out of breath and needing him more than ever. Needing all of him.

___ AT BRIAN'S PLACE

The ride luckily wasn't long and before you knew the driver pulled over and Brian led you out of the taxi after paying and led you into his flat. Respectfully you kicked off your shoes and took your jacket off and hung it on the rack, watching Brian intently as he did the same.

"So, uh-" he started, but before he had even had the chance to form any words you all but threw yourself at him, tightly embracing him and once again colliding your lips with his. The kiss started out heated and messy but the longer you stuck together, the more you relaxed and started taking in the moment completely. His scent, the feel of his hands on your lower back, your lips snugly pressed against his and your fingers twirled into his big poofy hair. Just how it was supposed to be.

Without a word, Brian broke the kiss and grabbed your hand feverishly dragging you towards his bedroom. He obviously wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

"Is this okay?" he asked as he closed the door behind you. Your senses seemed heightened and you were hyper-aware of everything. How you were standing, everywhere you had some sort of contact with Brian. His fingers softly wrapped around your wrist and his foot placed so close to yours, that you could feel it.

"Y-yes" you whined sounding more desperate than you had hoped for.

A smile appeared on Brian's face as he took a single step around you, so he was now facing you completely. He placed a string of quick pecks on your lips before his hands found their way to the hem of your shirt, gently tucking on it, asking you for permission to take it off. You replied by lifting up your arms, letting him pull the shirt over your head. The undressing of the two of you didn't take you long. Shortly after your shirt hit the floor Brian's shirt followed along, then his trousers - your trousers promptly followed by socks, leaving the both of you in your underwear.

You stopped for a minute, gripping both of Brian's hands to keep them from removing more clothes.

"What? Is everything okay? Do you want us to stop?" He asked a little worried.

"No - no," you said smiling softly. You ran your hands down his torso slowly, allowing yourself to indulge in the moment.

"You're perfe- I mean everything is perfect. I just wanted us to.. slow it down. I want you so bad Brian" you mewled gripping on to the elastic band on his underwear and pulled his body against yours, desperate to feel his hot skin against yours.

A soft whine left his lips at the sudden contact and the sound of him at your mercy made your knees go weak. The thought of having him wrapped around your finger was enough to keep you going for all eternity. Brian leaned forward a bit and placed a single open-mouthed kiss on your neck right below your ear before slowly inching his way down your neck and over your collarbones, placing soft ticklish kisses all the way.

"Brian.." you whimpered sliding your index fingers in behind the elastic band on his underwear.

"Yes, beautiful?" he purred leaving yet another bunch of tiny soft kisses on your collarbones.

"Is this okay?" you softly asked, tugging his underwear a little, making it fall a little lower on his hips, just barely exposing his hipbones and some pubic hair.

"G-god, y-yes, please. Please" he whined.

You dropped to your knees and pulled his underwear down his legs as you dropped. Gently you wrapped your hand around his half-hard cock slowly stroking him a few times before you removed your hand again to spit in it, before going back to stroking him. When he finally got fully hard you looked up at his face. His eyes were closed, head was thrown back and his hands were twisted in his hair so he wouldn't accidentally grab on to you.

You placed your free hand on his hip and squeezed a little to make him look at you. He opened his eyes and locked them with yours as you licked your lips once, leaning forward taking the tip of his cock into your mouth, working your tongue around it and hollowing your cheeks. A symphony of soft whimpers left his mouth and you barely got to work your way down his cock before he desperately grabbed your shoulders and silently asked you to stop your ministrations. You popped off him, jerking him slowly just a few more times before rising to your feet again, kissing your way up his torso.

"I'm not going to last" he managed to weep before desperately pressing his lips against yours.

"Oh-oh" You replied sheepishly, not knowing what else to say.

"I'm sorry it's... You're.. Gosh, you really know how to.. You know" he laughed awkwardly before gripping on to your wrist and leading you over to the bed.

"Can I?" he asked, snaking his arms around your torso and gripping the clasp of your bra.

You shyly nodded feeling like you would implode if he didn't have sex with you right now.

Skilfully he got rid of your bra and had you laid down on the bed before sliding your panties off too. He breathed in harshly - almost as if he gasped.

"You okay?" you asked almost out of breath.

Your felt so exposed but with Brian, it felt like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You're so… beautiful" he softly said, eyes filled with adoration.

He got on his knees on the floor right next to the bed and grabbed your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.

"God" he laughed, slowly getting on to his knees on the floor right in front of you. He pulled you a little further out on the bed and situated his head between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders.

"I have to focus on not to cum just from looking at you, gosh. You're.. I've never seen such beauty before, I mean, I just feel like I -"

"Brian... Please put that mouth to better use - please" you softly giggled, pulling his head closer to your cunt.

"Yes - gotcha" he exhaled and finally attached his lips to your pussy.

You buried your fingers deeper in his messy dark curls and softly tugged on his hair to encourage him to continue his work. His skilled tongue switched between licking long stripes and sucking your clit. Every time he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked you audibly gasped and clenched your thighs together almost squishing Brian's head.

Slowly you felt your orgasm build up in your lower stomach, which made your muscles tense up. A long string of desperate moans, whines and whimpers flew over your lips.

"Br- Bri- Brian I'm.. Close- gonna- gonna cum. Please." you whined needing your release so desperately.

Brian didn't move his lips from your cunt but sucked a little harder burring his face a little further into you. That was the last drop that made the cup run over and your orgasm flushed through you with an indescribable force.

Brian finally peaked up from between your thighs with a happy almost drunk looking expression on his face. The remains of your orgasm were still glistening on his chin and lower lip which made him look even more attractive than he already was.

You scooted back on the bed, satisfied as ever. Brian followed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you leaving a trail of gentle kisses up your body.

"Condom?" you asked, your voice a little roughed up.

Brian kissed you once and leaned down to fetch one from his bedside table. He made a quick process of the wrapper and rolled the rubber over his throbbing cock.

"You ready for this, beautiful?" he softly spoke against the shell of your ear, slowly nudging the tip of his cock against your entrance.

"Yes, God yes! Please, Brian just... Oh!" you whined as he finally thrusted deeply into you, easily sliding in due to your wetness.

Brian's eyes fluttered shut as he started to pull out again just to push back in. Still incredibly sensitive after your previous orgasm the rhythmic bumps of Brian's pubic mound against your clit made you whine and moan. Your hands slowly made their way up to his back before you grabbed on to his shoulders with your nails out, making sure to mark him up.

"Mm- love you" Brian softly moaned against your lips, pressing soft kisses to them every once in a while.

Just as you were about to reply you felt Brian's hips jerk forward a little harder which made you moan even louder.

"I'm - holy shit - I'm not gonna last. You're so tight - fuck. Are you- are you close?" Brian whimpered, thrusts already getting sloppier

"No - no it's okay. Just cum for me" you softly spoke, dragging your nails down his back.

Those words were just the nudge he needed to let this orgasm blast through his body. A long string of desperate sounds left the both of you as you helped Brian through his high. He spilled his seed into the condom and stilled his movements, still deep inside you.

"I'm so-so sorry.. God - I.. I just couldn't.. It was just so good.. You - I .. Oh God, I'm so sorry" he whined, still not wanting to pull out.

"Oh Brian, don't be sorry. It was amazing" you smiled and kissed him deeply.

"I love you" you whispered, pushing your head a little further into the pillow below you, allowing you to look Brian in the eyes.

"I'll make it up to you, I promise," he said, kissing your nose.

You shook your head and laughed a little, your laugh making your very aware that Brian was still inside you.

"Not that I don't love being.. Conjoined with you. Because I do love that! But I - " you didn't get to finish your sentence before Brian slowly pulled out of you.

"Oh - I'm sorry. It just.. It felt really nice." he shyly said, disposing of the condom.

"Stop apologizing for everything Brian"

"Yeah.. I'm sor- I mean.. Yeah"

Within a few short minutes you had been to the bathroom to pee and freshen up and Brian had been to the kitchen to fetch a couple of glasses of water for the two of you. You fetched a t-shirt from Brian's closet and slipped it over your naked body before crawling back into his bed. Brian hopped into a fresh pair of underwear before cuddling down next to you, laying flat on his back inviting you to rest your head on his chest. You took him up on his silent offer and kissed his cheek before laying your head on top of his chest and wrapping your arm over his torso, intertwining your legs with his.

"I could really get used to this" you mumbled sleepily.

"Good, because I really want you to get used to it." He replied mid-yawn.

You let out another soft chuckle and pressed a single soft kiss to Brian's chest before closing your eyes, feeling your body get more and more relaxed to the sound of his heartbeat.

[brianharoldmayjune]

Better Keep it Quiet (Sub!Brian May x Reader)

Summary: You decide to jerk him off in public

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Warning: blowjobs, 18+, smut, etc.

Word Count: 1449

Yourself, Brain and the rest of the band were currently filling yourselves with drinks at the local nightclub after the band had finished a gig earlier that night. With the place crowded with too many people, obnoxiously loud rock music and smoke haze filling the air, both you and Brian had snuck off to the back of the club, sitting in a booth that was safely tucked away from all the commotion.

With your body leaning against his, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, a mixed drink was passed back and forth between the two of you. Although it was still early in the night, the prior gig sure made both of you tired. Mainly Bri.

“Why don't we start heading out?” Brian questions, hand gently rubbing at your arm as his chin rested on the top of your head.

“Not yet,” you sigh, looking up to him, “the night is still young,” giving him a small smile while sitting up a little taller to give his lips a peck.

“Alright, if you say so,” easily disregarding his request, he holds the glass of gin and tonic up to your lipstick coated lips so you could take a sip.

With your hands resting on the table top, you decided to take one and rest it firmly on Brian's thigh, starting to stoke it relatively close to his cock. With the slight gasp of air he took in, you could immediately tell the contact was sudden for him.

“Why don’t I take care of that?” you say softly, audible enough for him to hear you over the music while looking down to the bulge that was growing in front of your eyes being restrained in his velvet pants.

Brian approvingly grinned to you, starting to gather his stuff from the table and jacket on the seat. You were quick to stop him, grabbing his wrist firmly in your grasp.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you smile almost cynically, watching as confusion clouded his face.

“Aren’t we going back to my place?” he rebuttals, exchanging glances from your eyes to the hand tightly wrapped around his wrist.

“No, I’ll take care of you right here, silly,”  you say sweetly, giving your head a slight shake to indicate you were kind of sad he didn’t catch on.

“There’s people here,”brian retorted, looking as if he were a deer caught in headlights with his wide eyes and furrowed brows.

“I know,” you simply present him with an innocent smile back, giving the area a double take before starting to slide yourself under the table. With the intoxicated people around you, all busy in their own party shenanigans, they truly wouldn’t notice if a couple in the corner was getting it on.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Bri said in a panicked state, trying to stop you before you visibly disappeared under the table cloth, “people are going to see you!”

“No one is going to see me,” you pat the side of his knee before emerging yourself under the table, resting on both your knees as you positioned yourself between his long lanky legs. Peeking up from under the tablecloth to look up at the already flushed face of Brian, “People might see you so I would suggest holding in the moans and grunts if I were you.”

Without waiting for a response, you unbuttoned and unzipped his bellbottoms, pushing them down enough in order for you to pull out his length on full display only for you. Taking it in one hand, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

Already, Brian was a quivering mess, holding onto his drink for dear life as his other hand grasped tightly at the cushion that was lining the booth.

Starting to softly pump him in one hand, you admired how delicious it he was, cock glistening in pre-cum. Flicking his tip with the tip of your tongue, one of his legs bucked up, hitting the table causing the contents on top of it to noisily rattle. You remove your hand from the base of his cock almost immediately.

“Baby, at this rate you’ll have the whole club’s attention andthe rest of the block,” you shake your head disapprovingly, giving the tip of his cock another flick with your tongue. His leg bucked again, but not as much as before.

“Stop teasing, then,” he looked down to you, trying to sound dominant but instead sounding like a whiny and whimpering child.

“Stop being greedy,” you take his length in your mouth, pulling your head away until your lips popped off of it, “or I’m not gonna let you cum.”

Looking like a hot mess, a tiny ‘sorry’ was all he was able to get past his lips, bringing the drink to his mouth to keep it occupied.

“Good boy,” you say while kissing his knee, bringing your hand back around his cock, starting to pump it again.

Your lips now wrapped around his length and your head bobbing around it, Brian was having trouble keeping in his moans, biting his bottom lip roughly as the hand that was grasping the cushion was brought to your hair.

With his hand now clenched around your hair, you couldn’t do anything but allow his sensitive body to find some form of relief as he tried his best to contain himself from embarrassing exposure from the rest of the club noticing the two of you.

Removing your mouth from his throbbing dick to speak to him, your hand was still pumping at a fast pace, knowing it wouldn’t take long till he was brought to his climax.

“You going to cum for me, baby?” you grin while licking a line up the inside of his thigh- his quiveringthigh might I add. All he did was nod quickly, refusing to speak knowing a groan would definitely escape his lips. I mean, he couldn’t control himself as it was, hearing tiny strings of whines and moans from your place under the table.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” you state plainly taking his length back in your mouth, “now,” you repeat, mouth filled with his length.

With Brian's head rested against the back of the booths seat, hands holding tightly at his glass and within your hair, his orgasm ran through him roughly, his body spasming under your control.

Feeling his hot seed fill your mouth, you swallow without hesitation, bringing two of your fingers to stoke up his cock to grab the cum that was dripping down it. That motion alone caused him to moan quite audibly, suggesting he was sensitive to touch.

Hoisting yourself up and out from under the table, you returned to your previous spot in the booth, admiring the red-cheeked and flustered Brian sitting beside you.

“Open,” you say sternly, bringing your hand to hold tightly at his chin. With his mouth now open, you take your two fingers covered in his cum and slip them in his mouth, tapping on his chin gently so he would close his parted lips.

“That's how wonderful you taste,” you smile to him, feeling his warm tongue swirl around your fingers as he took his own taste in. Although his eyes stared darkly back at your own, you could only focus on the tiny beads of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.

“You were very good for me, baby,” you give his pink cheek a kiss, sliding your fingers out from his mouth.

Still trying to catch his breath and stabilize himself, you continued to interrupt him before he was able to truly speak.

“I’m going to go clean up in the bathroom,” you pick up one of his hand to kiss his knuckle, “I suggest you meet me there in five unless you want to be punished tonight.”

Sliding out of the booth, you gave Brian a playful wink before you made your way to the bathroom.

After fully collecting himself several minutes after you left, he slid out of the booth starting to walk towards the bathrooms. Trying to make his way through the crowd, a hand wrapped around his forearm, stopping Brian in his tracks and turning him around.

It was John.

“Is y/n offering blowjobs to anybody else?”  he grinded naughtily, watching as a horrified look spread across Brian's face.

“I'm only teasing,” John chuckled, giving his arm a small nudge, “I do however recommend that you work on your facial expressions, give y/n something hot to look at.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Brian huffed, turning away to meet your waiting self in the bathroom. After all, he wasn’t in any ways ready to be punished that night.

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- Yours Truly, R.