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This is so adorable

[dilfl0v3rss]

this just came to me because I was arguing with my man but..

what about reader who has a problem with calling people all types of bitches; finally meets her match and he show her who the bitch really is !

(this my first ask btw🌸)

hey boooo!! so glad you sent a requesttttt. since you didn’t say who you wanted me to write for i felt like it was the perfect time to pull this out. i now bring forth………the baldiessss!!!

calling them a b*tch

𝑜𝑛𝑦

the two of you were going back and forth. it seemed like every time you got excited to be somewhere or do something, here come ony hating ass telling you you’re not allowed.

“i really don’t care ma. if i say you not going then you not going, so take allat shit off, put on your pjs and go study. got an exam on monday and you tryna party.”

you rolled your eyes while sucking your teeth. he wasn’t even your boyfriend and he damn sure wasn’t your daddy so you seen no need to be listening to this man. continuing your journey to the door as ony watched you with a keen eye. “you not even my nigga. you just a nigga i like to fuck, so you can take your bitch ass on somewhere tryna be somebody daddy” with that you turned around to grab your shoes that were at the door, only getting to put one foot in before you were snatched up and put against the wall. “we gon see about that”

it only took ony about ten minutes to have you screaming and crying in the middle of your bed. legs held high in the air as you grabbed tightly on the arm connected to the hand around your neck.

“o-ohh my goddd why a-are you fucking me like thisss” your whines went in one ear and out of the other while ony kept his brutal pace on your bruised pussy. “you know damn well why i got you like this. you may get away wit that shit when talking to your little friends, but over here we don’t use that bitch word y’hear me?” he took advantage of your parted lips, giving you a sloppy kiss before letting his warm saliva trickle down your tongue. you eagerly swallowed him, the action bringing the both of you closer to the edge.

“i hear you daddy….i hear you”

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑒

“and oneeeeee!! y’all not fuckin wit me mann!” connie yelled as he won another game of 2k. y’all were at ony’s house chilling. well no….CONNIE was at ony’s house chilling. you were there against your will, tired, and in dire need of some entertainment since your man and his “brothers” left you out completely. “i’m ready to go con” you mumbled for what felt like the a hundredth time tonight, but of course connie gave you the same old excuse.

“ten more minutes”

he didn’t even look away from the screen as he spoke. you rolled your eyes before getting up and walking to the dining room where you sat down and called your group chat. “what it do bitchesss!” your friend eboni yelled as she watched the rest of your friends begin to pop up in the call. “heyy” you said with as much energy as you could, but they could all tell you were as dry as ever. “what he do now?” your other friend erika said as she looked at the tired look on your face. you sighed, dropping your shoulders as you turned the camera around towards the back of the guys heads and back towards your face. “been on that game wit them for like two hours while i’m just sitting here”

mumbles of irritation could be heard throughout the call as your friends grew almost as upset as you. “you told him you wanna leave?” eboni asked. you gave her a “duhh” look before replying. you didn’t notice that connie finished his game, getting up as he let ony and eren play while he went to the kitchen for a snack. he was within arm’s reach of you before you started talking your shit. “like why the fuck would you bring me here if you was gon be up in your friend’s faces the whole time? if i did that to him he would be whining to me like a little bitch saying he wanna go home.”

his eyes widened in surprise as your words. anger quickly running through his veins as he snatched your phone from your hands and hung up on your friends. “bring your ass up stairs, now” you rolled your eyes at him, earning you a hard slap in your ass before he lightly pushed you upstairs and towards the bathroom. “i be whining like a little bitch? you don’t get your way and now you think it’s okay to call me out my name?” you looked up at him, arms crossed as you leaned on the sink. your attitude was still very much there so connie decided to stop with the talking. turning you around and bending you over the sink. “turn the water on. if i hear your voice over it ima really embarrass you aight? don’t test me.”

he left you no time to answer before burying two of his fingers deep into your pussy, stretching you out so good you had to quickly cover your mouth to keep from screaming. “unt uh mama, this ain’t nothing. i’m a bitch right? this should be light work for you” he taunted you, inked hand yanking yours off your mouth while his eyes dared you to make a sound. your release was coming quickly and connie knew it by the way your eyes rolled in the mirror. he took this as an opportunity to move quicker into you. his gaze never leaving your face as he watched you open your mouth to scream. thankfully it was quickly muffled by by his strong hand, while you shook and came all over his inked fingers, but you weren’t finish yet. your eyes widened in surprise as you felt connie’s fat tip prodding your entrance.

“we gon see which one of us is really a bitch in here. and you bet not run”

𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛

as the girlfriend of one of the most popular ace’s in the country, there were things you had to go through that regular women didn’t. not a day went by where there wasn’t a crazy girl trying to throw themselves onto your man, regardless if you were there or not. that wasn’t really an issue to you though since it was bound to happen given his talent. the real issue was that aran’s peanut headed ass never really dealt with that behavior the way he should.

“oh my goddd arannnn!!! please please please can i get a picture wit youuuu.”

“your muscles are so much bigger in person”

“you’re so strong i wonder how your body looks under the jersey”

you were thrown to the side once again after a game, the girls basically shoving you out the way before snatching your boyfriends attention from you.

“f’course i could take a picture wit y’all. cmon everybody get in!” he said, letting the swarm of women stand around him as he flexed for the camera. you didn’t even wait to let him finish, walking right out of the gym and towards his car. it took over half an hour for this man to finally get to the car before he looked at you leaning on the passenger side door. “why you ain’t wait f’me? s’mad dark out here and you all alone.” he said, looking around at the almost empty parking lot before looking at you.

“you looked a little busy entertaining bitches fantasies and ian wanna interrupt” you spit before turning around to open your door. of course his fast ass locked it before you could even touch the handle, waiting patiently for you to turn back around before he spoke. “you mad at me for taking pictures?” his confusion made you scoff. was he playing or was he really that dumb? regardless you were over it. “knew your bitch ass wouldn’t get it. got so many different girls heads up your ass you don’t got time to think about your girlfriend” aran leaned down towards you face, putting his ear closer to your lips so he could “hear you better”

“my what?” you looked up at him, challenging him as you repeated yourself. “your bitch ass. cant hear or sum?” a small smirk made its way to his lips before he unlocked the car doors. “nah i just needed to make sure”

you didn’t even make it to the front seat before aran yanked your ass up and threw you in the back. crawling in right behind you before teaching you your lesson.

“there you go ma, keep ridin that dick” aran groaned as he watched your ass bounce repeatedly in front of him. legs burning as you gripped the center console for support. “i l-learned my lesson pa pleaseee” you whimpered as you felt his large hand land a heavy smack on your ass, the skin already hot and aching from the previous slaps. “nah…nah ion think you leaned shit. we have this conversation almost every other week. these lil girls out here don’t mean shit t’me. they can take as many pictures they want because at the end of the day who do i go home wit?”

you mindlessly kept bouncing on his dick, too fucked out to even respond properly. “y’go home wimme daddy” a smirk made its way to his face as he listened to your slurred speech. you were fucked dumb. “that’s right mama. daddy goes home wit you…daddy only ever gon go home wit you” you nodded along to his words, feeling your release on the tip of your tongue as he continued to speak. “now apologize t’me for being mean. you know how i feel about that bitch word”

aran quickly pulled your back to his sweaty chest, kissing up and down your neck as he quickly fucked into you from the bottom.

“m’sorryyyy. won’t happen againnn”

𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑘𝑎

“fuckkk. you always suck me so well mama” he groaned as he watched you work between his thighs. two hands stroking his shaft as you quickly moved your mouth all over his tip. there was spit all over your face and hands, but that only turned tanaka on even more. it’s been weeks since the two of you got to have sex since your boyfriend is always out and about being the best personal trainer he could be.

you looked up at his toned body in adoration as you began to suck him sloppier, slapping his pink tip on your tongue before taking him fully down your throat. *ring ring* the sound of his phone snatched him out of his lustfull trance. you were too busy hard at work so you didn’t notice, but when you glanced up at him the sight made your blood boil. this nigga was on the phone.

“hello?….yea f’course….nah that’s not a problem at all. would the gym by mall work for you?….aight coo, see you then”

you let go of his dick with a pop, giving him a confused look as you waited for him to explain what the fuck just happened. “client just called. said they wanted an extra work out” your jaw was on the floor. there was no way he was serious. “and you took it?” tanaka looked at you with a blank look, as if you should already know his answer. “duhh i took it. he’s been making good progress and ion wanna mess that up for him now.” you scoffed, standing up from the floor before walking towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. tanaka followed you, looking dumb as ever with his dick still out of his pants. “you not gon help me finish?”

you gave him a death stare before pushing past him and making your way to your side of the bed. “go have your fucking client suck it. since you running to his beck and call like you his bitch or sum” as soon as the words left your lips you felt a strong hand wrap around your throat. tanaka kept his voice steady, but by the grip he had on your neck you could tell he was pissed. “don’t say that shit again.” he said quietly, using his other inked hand to lift your chin up towards his face. tanaka leaned down, lips almost touching yours before he spoke again. “where you learn that at huh? ‘cause i know i never let you talk to me like that and i still don’t. you forgot where you at ma?”

he spoke lowly to you, making a shiver run down your spine as well as wetness rush through your panties. you didn’t say a word, pretty doe eyes looking up at him as you waited for his next move. “spread your legs f’me ‘kay?” you obeyed him without question. fear coursing through your veins as you watched your man angrily rip your panties in the middle. you eagerly waited for him to fuck you, little whines leaving your mouth as you watched tanaka tease your clit with his tip. “say you sorry first mama. ion play that disrespectful shit and you know that.”

“m’sorryyyy” you dragged your voice out to show extra remorse as you kept your legs wide for him to take you. a small smirk crept on tanaka’s face as he watched you listen to each of his commands without hesitation.

“just made you listen to my every word all for some forgiveness” he mumbled as he sunk half of his long dick into you.

“so who’s really the bitch?”

[elly-grace]

The best day

Pairing Joe Burrow x reader

Thank you @funnyjb for proof reading

You and Joe stood in the Hotel bathroom getting ready for the NFL honors. Joe was in the running for NFL MVP. He was extremely excited to even be considered for it. The Bengals had a great run this season going 15-2, and they are playing in the superbowl on Sunday!

You knew eventually you'd have to wake your daughter up. But as for now you were enjoying alone time with your husband, even if he was blaring his Kid Cudi. You didn’t have anything against Kid Cudi’s music but it wasn’t what you’d choose. You were trying to listen to Taylor Swift while curling your hair, key word trying. You sighed, setting down the curling iron and turned to face Joe.

“Babe, can you turn your music down, please?”

“But, the music is so good!” He whined out in a joking manner.

“So is my Taylor Swift, but I’m not blaring it.”

He dramatically sighed and turned his music down.

“I have something to tell you.”

After you said that, you heard the bathroom door open. You see Brianna scuttle in the bathroom. You looked towards Joe giving him a small smile then mouthing ‘I’ll tell you later��.

Brianna was a mini you, she had your hair color, facial structure and if you asked Joe she also got your attitude. The only thing she got from Joe were her bright blue eyes.

“Mommy?”

You felt a pull at your dress and picked up the five year old.

“Yes my love what’s up?”

“You look so pretty!” She says while looking at you. She then turns to Joe, “and daddy, nice music dude.” She said sarcasm laced her voice. She definitely got the sarcasm from you, which was part of the reason Joe says she adapted your attitude. You tried to stop the laugh from coming, but you couldn’t. Joe gave you a look which was his way of saying, ‘come on be more mature’. But even he couldn’t stifle the laugh that left his throat.

“I’m going to go get her ready, please turn off the iron for me.”

You said then put Brianna down, she then ran back into the other room. As you were following her Joe grabbed your arm and pulled your back into his chest. Placing his lips on your ear.

“I do agree with Bri that you look incredibly pretty. It makes me think about making baby number two.”

He whispered into your ear, his voice sounded husky. You let out a soft moan at how he was making you feel and Joe definitely caught it. He turned you to look at him, a huge smirk plastered on his face. He knew what he was doing, he was trying to turn you on. He was seceding.

“Joe, that’s what I wanted to tell you. I’m already carrying baby number two.”

All the lust he was feeling moments prior was gone. Now he stood in front of you, his face lit up like a child’s face on Christmas. He hugged you tight then picked you up and spun you around. Once your feet we’re back on solid ground he gives you a long passionate kiss.

“When did you find out?”

“This morning, when I didn’t get my period two days ago I thought it was just going to be late. But when it didn’t come this morning I decided to just take a test. I was shocked to see that it was positive. I know we weren’t trying.”

“Oh my god baby I’m so happy!”

He gave you a peck although you could still feel the passion behind it. As you were going in for another quick peck there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

Joe yells from the bathroom.

“Ja’marr.”

Joe sighed. Of course it would be his best friend ruining this moment. Joe felt like alone time with you was impossible.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

He yelled, although he knew as soon as Brianna heard Ja’marrs voice she’d be already unlocking the door. Brianna loved Ja’marr, he really was her bonus uncle. When you and Joe walked out of the bathroom you saw Ja’marr sitting on the couch. He was in a conversation with Bri, which quickly turned into him tickling her.

You looked between Joe and Ja’marr sensing they needed some bro time. You quickly jumped to action grabbing your five year olds hand.

“Hey Bri, let's give your dad and Uncle Ja’marr some guy time.”

“I want to be by uncle Marr though!”

Brianna started to throw a tantrum. Which all three of you went to shut down. But Ja’marr beat you and Joe to it.

“Hey bean, you can hang out with me later after we’re all done getting ready. But you have to get ready, you can’t show up to the NFL honors in your pajamas.”

You and Joe look at each other with pure happiness. You were so lucky that Ja’marr was in your lives. Not only was he Joe's best friend but he became one of your close friends, and he’s great with your daughter.

After hearing Ja’marrs words Brianna quickly jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom with you to get ready.

Once you and Brianna were in the bathroom Ja’marr started talking with Joe.

“Joe your the favorite for MVP”

“I know but if I’m being honest, I don’t need the award. Today has already been amazing. I got to spend l mostly uninterrupted time with my wife, and you want to know the best part? I found out I’m going to be a dad again.”

“Oh my god, Y/n’s pregnant?”

The smile on Joe's face was large, almost like a cheshire cat grin.

“I can’t believe you were able to wait four years. I thought you guys would be pregnant right away, with the way you two are. But I am so happy for you two!”

“Thanks man! Also it was kinda hard to be active with a little kid running around 24/7.”

Ja’marr laughed.

“We're going to be offensive player of the year and MVP. I'm calling it right now Joe!”

With that he walked out of the room, and went to finish getting ready himself.

Joe walks into the bathroom where you and Brianna were finishing getting ready. He stares at you causing heat to rise to your cheeks and butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You may have been married for almost five years but everytime he stares at you the same thing happens.

“How are my beautiful girls doing?”

“Good! Mommys music is way better than yours daddy!”

This caused both you and Joe to laugh.

“Oh is that so? You like Taylor Swift more than Kid Cudi?”

Brianna nods her head and stares at Joe waiting for his response. He knew Brianna loved Taylor Swift, she knew every song.

“Okay, Y/N I think we need a son. I’m out numbered. It’s not fair.”

Joe spoke acting like a four year old, which in response you patted his back.

“You love being a girl dad, don’t even lie.”

He sighed, you smiled knowing you were right. Joe loved being a girl dad.

“Now don’t go revealing my secrets! You two look beautiful, are you guys completely ready?”

“Yeah almost, I just have to put my shoes on.”

Joe went and grabbed your shoes and told you to sit.

“Here let me”

He put your shoes on for you. You thank him with a kiss.

After the three of you were ready you went to Ja’marrs room and all got into the car that was sent for you. Joe and Ja’marr requested to listen to Kid Cudi, which did not shock you at all. Once you get to the event, you and Brianna walk inside to your seats and wait for Joe to finish walking the nfl honors carpet.

The night went on as the nfl honors were being announced then finally it was OPTY. Which Ja’marr won! Then it was MVP. This was the moment that had Joe nervous, he was up against Lamarr, Patrick Mahomes, and Jalen, which was some tough competition. As they announced it you could see Joe started to shake slightly, but then they said his name. Joe just won MVP! This was the best day of his life. He looked at you as he received the award.

His speech was short and to the point making sure he thanked everyone who made it possible for him to revive this award. Coach Taylor, Ja’marr and his other receivers, his O-line, and then most importantly You and Brianna.

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 3 - Catholic Character Tournament

firestar art by @kudossi

Propaganda below ⬇️

Firestar

NOTE: I have to note that Firestar is kitty Anglican NOT kitty Catholic

Kitty jesus, he believes in starclan which is the kitty version of heaven/god and yea. All the warrior cats characters except those outside the clans or those that are atheist believe in the kitty heaven and would irl be bri-ish and christian as hell so. The authors are all older british christian women and so the way starclan is written is like undoubtedly that.

The main religion in the series is extremely catholic coded. Most clan cats believe in Starclan and the Dark Forest(or heaven and hell). There is a set of rule they must uphold and follow, where following them leads to heaven and breaking them leads to hell. Their religious leaders are sworn to celibacy, and the punishments that "code breakers"(or cats who break the rules) face are extremely similar to situations people with religious trauma have gone through.

OP notes: apparently converted to avoid getting his balls cut?? Idk. The discord yet wild for firestar so I had to include him because it's hilarious hehehe

OP new notes: I have learned so much about warrior cats. Do yourself a favor and go down this tag and see the Firestar discourse.

Harrowhark

I'm pretty sure you've already got plenty of submissions for her so I'll just say she was raised in what is basically a cult (technically a nunnery but let's be real) dedicated to keeping the body of the thing that will kill God behind the rock. One of their prayers is actually "I pray the rock is never rolled away". Harrow is extremely devout as penance for her earlier heretical actions in the tomb as a child (spoiler!) so the Catholic guilt really comes through

imagine being a catholic nun and you meet god, but it turns out he’s a twitch streamer from new zealand who became god because everything got a little bit out of hand. and just before you met him you gave yourself a diy grief-fuelled lobotomy with the help of your best frenemy. imagine how insane you’d be. now multiply that insanity by nine. that’s the fictional love of my life right there.

she meets god. she’s not inspired

she’s number one practitioner of space Catholicism. The locked tomb is chock full of Christian (catholic) imagery themes metaphors etc. just look at her she’s got a bone rosary

They're Catholicism with extra bones. Everyone is a nun. They have what is basically a rosary made from knuckle bones. They technically worship the same God as everyone else, but they're waaaay more focused on The Body in the Tomb (Mary) and we get a moment where we find out that while everyone else prays the equivilent of The Lords Prayer, they're doing the equivilent of Hail Mary. And they paint their faces with skulls.

She thinks leaving dry bread in a drawer is taking care of someone. She's in love with a 10,000 year old corpse (the same one they worship). She spent ALL NIGHT digging with her bare hands to make sure a field had bones every 5 feet so she could fight her girlfriend - I mean, greatest enemy. Spoiler territory: She's been puppeting her parents corpses since she was 8 years old. Instead of grieving her dead girlfriend, she gives herself a lobotomy. She makes soup with bone in it so she can use the bone IN THEIR STOMACH to try and kill them.

The author is/was Catholic and the entire series had heavy Catholic overtones. https://www.tor.com/2020/08/19/gideon-the-ninth-young-pope-and-the-new-pope-are-building-a-queer-catholic-speculative-fiction-canon/ A good breakdown of how it's Catholic

Anti-propaganda (spoilers)

I love the Locked Tomb series but Harrowhark has daddy issues with God, had a childhood crush on God's cryogenic partner, and is in love with God's daughter, not to mention that she's essentially a bone-bender. The religion on her home planet exists in a way that is technically against the will of the canon in-universe God, even. All of this to say, Harrowhark is heretical at minimum if not an outright witch. Terrible Catholic. Burn her.

[all-my-friends-are-himbos]

ID: minecraft messages between fall, bri, and simon.

fall says: bees, please come out of the hive or daddy will have to take action bri says: wonkus bonkus bri says: huh simon says: i'm deleting minecraft fall says: i said what i said simon says: and you. start running

End ID.

[writinglionqueen]

Thistle

Summary: Drew McIntyre is a rich businessman and the reader is a sugar baby. She likes to tease her Daddy until he gets home to take care of his little princess. A thistle flower smells so sweet…if you dare get close to her thorns.   Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader     Word Count: 4,626 Warnings: smut, sugar baby au, daddy kink (ultimate daddy kink), so...a bunch of smut.  Special Thanks: To my inspiration and motivation to writing fanfic @writing-reigns! Happy birthday lovely! Thanks for being my shining light and the person who influenced me into posting my works online. This one is for you because I love you. Thank you for sticking with me always. You are an amazing friend. ~Bri💛🖤

~18+ only please. Smut below the cut~

Sometimes, being a tease is the best part of your job. Well, when it’s a client like Drew McIntyre. There’s more of a thrill to tease the Scotsman...why....well;

You could blame it on the fact that he’s probably one of your more attractive clients, if not the most attractive. 

You could blame it on his 9 to 5 job; leaving you waiting and wanting in his home until he gets back. Which was great for you. You had time to kill. You had time to plan. You had time to tease. 

And Drew....he was none the wiser...even by now. He should know his little Princess’ habits and antics. Whether you were a brat or not. By now, he should know so he’s really much to blame. Which lead you to your current situation. 

You smiled to yourself as you tried to get the angle of your phone just right to snap a picture of the lingerie set you had slipped into. Something black. Something with lace. Nothing to fancy. Nothing to simple either. You looked like money and that’s what you liked. 

Drew also liked it but, then again, he likes you in anything; whether he buys it for you, whether it’s something classy or lewd and provocative, he likes it. 

Obviously, he always liked you in the pretty little lingerie sets you buy yourself. But more so the lingerie sets he buys for you. He buys them because he wants to see you in them. He’s already imagined how you looked in them, but he wants those little daydreams to come to life and sit on his lap, rock and roll for him while moaning his name. 

However, while he’s away, his little minx liked to play. Teasing him was always fun and easy. It didn’t take much. You gave him cute little morning pictures that were very tasteful and cute...until you’ve already had lunch and you knew the man wouldn’t be back for several more hours. 

You knew what would get his mind racing, get him hard at work, and get him to absolutely ruin you when he gets home. 

So, sending him a picture of you wearing the cute lace he’d bought you, sporting makeup and a pout and asking when he’ll get home, like you didn’t know, got your heart racing as well. You could feel the slick start to dampen the lace of the panties you wore. But that was the point. That was the game. Two had to play. 

And play they did. 

6 like always, princess. 

The text was quick. The text held the little nickname he gave you when you knew you were going to get it. It made you shiver in lusty anticipation. 

And make sure you’re wearing that when Daddy gets home. 

Your heart leapt in anticipation and you couldn’t help but smile at the text you received. 

You were going to get it. You were definitely going to get it. 

The thought of what Drew must be trying to do to not try and peek at the photo you sent, to make it less obvious that his cock was hard in his pants for the rest of the day -come on, he must’ve been- because he had hours to cultivate what he planned to do to you when he gets home. You had the same amount of time to make a worthy excuse and make up for it. 

You set out to rectify it...the only way you knew how. You stayed in the little lingerie set, only covered by a robe as you lounged around his place. You made sure you told your other, few clients that you were going to be busy for the next couple of days. If Drew was going to be in a mood when he got home....you were sure to need the recovery time. 

Drew paid you handsomely for the time you spent either with him or in his home so you couldn’t complain about not being able to see other clients. Not that you had a whole lot of other clients either because of Drew. Not that he got jealous...but...he can...it was beside the point. Drew always paid you well enough to exceed what you would need for rent money, but he would pay you well enough to have money to practically spend on whatever you wanted. It was a nice deal so you couldn’t be upset at not being able to see your few, other clients. 

Drew was hotter anyway...much better in bed, a lot more experienced and way more into your pleasure above his own...plus...he wasn’t into fucked up shit like one of your other clients are. It always made you shudder to think about. 

However, Drew was amazing. Every aspect of him was amazing; his looks, his accent, his bank account, his size. 

Which was why you liked being around him longer. So, taking these couple of days to spend some time with him was going to be the best thing for you, even if you had to wait for the Scotsman who was stewing in lust, as were you. 

You tried going about your day like you usually would, but you had to stop every now and again because the anticipation that thrummed through you made you shiver in delight. The thought of Drew coming home to find you, with his sexy shit-eating grin and all, made your body downright shake. Any thought of Drew always made you quiver. 

Especially knowing there was a bit of a punishment coming your way tonight.

You felt the hot slick coating the lace of the panties you wore...and it didn’t lessen as time progressed through the day. Eating lunch was hard because you just couldn’t sit still. Even as you wrapped yourself in an outrageously expensive silk robe, it didn’t lessen the torture you were providing for yourself. 

You knew what Drew would do. Teasing and frustrating little ministrations until you beg him to fuck you. That’s what he wants. It’s always what he wants. He wants you begging and needy under him. He liked you needy. You were more vocal when you were needy. 

The torture got to a point that you even leaned against the polished marble island counter to cool yourself off. You wouldn't even try to touch yourself. Not yet. You didn't want the anticipation to lessen. The cold of the stone was helping, though, that was until your phone buzzed. You looked to the device, finding a text from Drew telling you he was just getting out of the office. You looked at the text with a smile before your teeth sunk into your bottom. 

God, you couldn’t wait for him to get home. 

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself as you slipped your eyes clothes to imagine what his reaction would be once he was through the door. 

He could be stoic and calm when he punishes you for sending him those pics....

Or....

He could be downright feral, full of grunts and growls and pent up sexual frustration. 

Either way....it was going to lead to mind blowing sex that would leave you sore in a good way. Bow-legged and feeling him for the next day and a half...if you were that lucky. 

Sighing, you pushed yourself away from the island counter. You rounded it to scrounge up some wine. Something sweet to settle your mood so you were more mellow. 

You poured yourself a quick glass to sip on while you paced the expensive house. You’ve seen a lot of the house already, but you liked to imagine spending your time with Drew in every room. Especially while you wear what you currently had on. 

So far, your favorite rooms were the library and the office. You liked Drew’s extensive book collection for one....but he’s also had fucked you against his desk before. You were never going to forget that night. Which is where your feet took you, into his little office space, complete with his desk and a few bookcases of old looking books. You felt along the polished mahogany of the desk, smiling because you knew which drawer holds the tie he used to bound your wrists together. You longed to do it again. 

You downed the rest of your wine, settling the glass on the desk. One of Drew’s cleaning ladies would take care of it. You would’ve done it yourself but....you wanted to bask in the thoughts of wanting another office time with Drew. 

You heard the front door open and your heart kickstarted into action. 

“Princess?” his voice called out throughout his home and you hustled yourself down to greet him. Your silk robe flowed behind you as you loosened it at the cleavage, trying to be a tease before Drew could even get his hands on you. You moved around a corner of the hallway that lead off the entryway to find your Scotsman there. 

He looked good, as always. He wore a light blue dress shirt covered in a navy suit with his matching navy dress pants and his black dress shoes. His long, dark hair was tied back neatly, and you couldn’t wait to feel his hair between your fingers. The only thing “out of place” was his dress shirt. The top two buttons were undone, and he forgone a tie. So, there was the tantalizing view of his tan skin, just waiting for you. 

You smiled at him before you moved into his body, feeling his strong arms wrap around you. 

“Hi Daddy,” you said innocently while your arms wrapped around his neck and he leant in to kiss you. You let him but, at the same time, you felt his large hand slip across the silk robe to cup your backside. A gasp left your lips. 

“Hi baby,” he murmured while smirking down at you; his dimple prominent. “Are we still wearing those knickers?” You smiled at him, catching the way his wondering grey eyes took in your form. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” you said to him, running a hand down from his neck to tease at the open part of his dress shirt.  

His head tilted in playful curiosity as he used a hand to untie the silk robe. His eyes were focused on the way the material fell open, revealing the lace that clung to your body. Drew said nothing but you caught the way his tongue poked out to wet his lips for only a sliver of a second. His large hand moved to cup your hip, drawing his thumb across your hip bone as he took in all of you. 

“Damn, princess,” he said in awe. His voice had gotten deep with lust and you shivered in its aftermath. His hand moved around your hip to cup your ass. “I knew this set would look amazing on you. I didn't realize it would look downright perfect on you.” Your cheeks heated at that. Drew was a man who lived to compliment and spoil you. It was amazing to hear his praises for you. 

He leaned down to kiss along your neck as his large hand danced across your skin. His fingers skimmed the lace, leading to the front before he cupped your sex through the lace at the same moment he nipped at a sensitive spot. 

A gasp left you before a whimper tumbled after as his large fingers felt at the dampened spot of the panties.

“You’re so wet,” he commented. “Have you been waiting like this since you took those pictures for me, little one?” You nodded. Your voice was going to fail you if you tried to tell him. Drew hummed against your skin as his thick finger pressed against your clit through the lace of the panties. Your hips buckled but Drew was quick to hold you, tightly, around the waist. You were panting, holding onto Drew with your face tucked under his chin as he continued to rub you out. 

With a growl, Drew stopped to grip you by the back of the thighs before lifting you up. You whimpered as you wrapped your legs around his waist and held him close. You tried to rut against the prominent bulge you can feel through his pants. Drew carried you to his room before depositing you on the grand bed. He smirked down at you, lifting the left side of his mouth, making his dimple prominent as he looked down your lace and silk covered form. Under his watchful eyes, you rubbed your thighs together and across the soft sheet, reveling in the way they felt against your sensitive skin. Your fingers toyed at the silk robe and the lace of your bra. It caught Drew’s eyes. 

Good. 

He tilted his head back just a bit. 

“Take it off for me, princess,” he said to you. “Put on a show for Daddy.” 

You smiled at him as he took a step back. You rose to your knees. With light touches across your heated skin, you teased yourself as you slid the silk robe off your form. It fell away to gather at your knees, but you didn’t stop there. Oh no. You rose a hand to cup the back of your head as your other hand roamed down the front of the lace bra, across your tummy and down past the lace knickers to feel at your thigh, close to where you were soaking wet for Drew’s attention.

You made your hands trade places, not lifting either from your skin though. You let them slide down your skin, thinking in the back of your head that they were Drew’s hands on you. 

“Come on, little one, take it all off,” Drew urged you. You didn’t realize you slipped your eyes closed until you, smirked and looked up at Drew. Slowly, though, you slipped your hands to the clasp of the bra. You slowly unhooked it, making Drew wait and be patient as you held the cup of the bra, so it didn’t slip off completely. 

Biting your lip, you let the lace bra fall to the bed. Your eyes went to ensure Drew was watching while you uncovered yourself for him. He gave an appreciative hum and his lips twitched into a smirk. A smile graced your lips as you reached your hands up to cup and play with your breasts. You squeezed the supple flesh, letting your mouth fall open and a soft ‘oh’ to leave your parted lips before you pinched and rolled your left nipple. Drew’s smirk only grew, but you knew you had to move on. 

You still wanted the thing you sought for when you sent him those naughty pictures. 

Slowly, you released your breasts and ran your hands down your sides while your hips swayed from side to side, slowly. You dipped your thumbs into the waist band of the lace panties before you started to roll the panties down just a bit. Teasingly, though, you pulled them back up with a giggle. A shiver sparked down your spine because you heard Drew growl at that. 

“Enough teasing, princess,” Drew said to you. “Let me see the mess you made.” That made your heart skip a couple of beats and a gasp to tumble from your lips. With excitement shaking you to your core, you reached for the waistband of the lace once more to draw the material down your thighs.

Drew gave a sudden curse. He could see your panties glistening with the wet mess you left in them. You smirked at him as you removed the panties from your legs. 

“Jesus Christ, baby girl,” Drew said in awe. “Looks like you worked yourself up for me.” You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle as you waited for Drew to give you your next bit of instructions. Drew moved closer to the bed while he started to slide off his overcoat. “Why don’t you play with yourself for Daddy? Let me see how wet you are for me.”

You were quick to comply to his wish. You wasted no time in lying back against the bed, a smirk on your features as you spread your legs for Drew. With nimble, shaky fingers, you teased your clit, watching the Scotsman undo the buttons of his shirt, one by one. He watched you play with yourself; a smirk toyed at his lips and made his dimple prominent. He moved closer to the bed, making no move to fully take off his dress shirt or pants. 

A thought raced through your mind and sent a thrill throughout your body as he didn't even try to take off his pants; did he plan to fuck you with his clothes still on?

“No,” you whined, batting your foot against his clothed thigh. “Take it all off.” Drew smiled. 

“Princess,” Drew teased you, pulling the ends of his shirt from his dress pants. “You teased me at work. Sent me naughty pictures. What makes you think I don’t get to tease you now?” You said nothing at that. So, his punishment for you was to tease you, not getting the things you want...he was evil. 

You gave a whine, spreading your legs a little more, toying your clit to watch his storm-grey eyes peer down at your self-ministrations. 

“I’m sorry Daddy,” you said. “I just thought you liked it when I wear my lingerie.” This was a simple game you were playing. Play around with him to get exactly what you wanted. Give him what he wanted so you can get what you desired from him. Which was saying sorry now, ask him nicely to get his clothes off, be good so he’ll fuck you. 

Drew smirked. 

He knew your game well. He reached for your leg, gripping you by the ankle to pull you to the end of the bed where he was standing. A gasp left you as you slid across the sheets. He made sure to situate your legs on either side of his broad hips while he stood at the edge of the bed. 

“Oh, I love you in lingerie, princess,” Drew said. “But, sending me pictures while I’m at work...now that was you being a brat. What makes you think I’m going to give you what you want when you were being naughty?”

“I’ll be good,” you said with a pout, jutting out your bottom lip in mock innocence. Drew leaned over you, pressing his large hands down against the bed, both on either side of your head. 

“Should’ve been good to start out with, princess,” he teased before one of his hands lifted, trailing down your body before he freed his cock from his pants, gripping it in a firm hand. A whimper left you as he stroked the tip along your slick folds, bumping your fingers out of the way. He pressed his cock against your soaking slit, and you felt your body ease him in slowly because of how wet you were. The feeling of his thick shaft slipping inside of you made your toes curl, make your whimper catch in your throat, and made your thighs tense around his waist. 

“Now,” Drew grunted before he bottomed out inside of you. His large hips pressed against yours as you took all of him. “If you make a mess on these pants, little one, I’m gonna take you over my knee.” You shivered at that. Your cunt clenched around Drew who growled at the pleasure of it. “Understand?” You nodded. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, knowing he wanted to hear you say it. Drew smirked down at you, rolling his hips against yours so you could feel his cock shift deep within you. It felt like your eyes rolled into the back of your head at the feeling of being so full. 

“Good girl,” he murmured before rolling his hips away, before shoving himself forward. You let out a strangled whimper to feel him so deep inside of you.  

“Oh, Daddy,” you bit out a whimper. Drew growled quietly as his hips started to pump a steady rhythm into you. It started to rock the bed. It started to make your body jolt and jump. Your breasts bouncing ever so slightly with every thrust. 

“You like that princess?” he asked, stilling himself when he was pressed as deep as he could go inside of you. The wet noise of your cunt made you clench your eyes closed, ignoring the roaring sound of endorphin-filled blood rush to your ears because you were absolutely filled by Drew. You pawed at Drew’s chest, your fingers trying to splay against the furred skin, trying to hold onto something, anything, to make you feel grounded. So, the pleasure didn’t build up too fast and you’d become Drew’s naughty girl again. You wanted to be good now. You didn’t want to cum without permission. Especially as he started up his rhythm again, like he never lost it. 

But Drew scooped your wrists up in a large hand before pinning them above you head. A whine left you as you tried to writhe in his hold, effectively lost in the pleasure of his hips rutting into yours. But you wanted more. You always did. Being the teasing brat you were, there was more to be had in this situation. 

“Daddy let me touch you,” you cried to Drew. Your eyes opened to see his smirking face as he fucked down into you. “Please, please, please, please.” You begged on every thrust. “Please I’ll be a good girl. Let me touch you.” Drew’s smirk was devilish. It made your head spin. Drew let your wrists go in a moment and you didn’t waste a second. You reached out to feel at the open slit of Drew’s shirt. Your fingered at his heated skin before your hands roamed up to Drew’s head. With quick ease, you pulled the hair tie keeping his hair in a ponytail, allowing the dark strands to cascade down so you can feel it. 

But a harsh thrust against your g-spot made you curl your fingers in his hair, gripping them and pulling. You let out a whining gasp and Drew growled. With your head thrown back in pleasure as the Scotsman above you rammed into your g-spot over and over again, he took advantage of your exposed flesh, to nip and suck and mark your skin. 

Usually you had a rule against hickeys....but everything has always been thrown out of the window if Drew was involved. Your hands released some of his hair, but they moved down to the back of his neck and to the collar of his shirt. You gave little whimpers and whines as you tried to push the material off the man above you.

Drew growled as he stopped mid-thrust. Your hands fell away from his collar as he went to straighten up. The Scotsman pushed off the shirt before fixing your legs around his hips. 

“Daddy,” you whined, “take your pants off.” Drew smirked. Instead of giving you what you want, the man pushed himself inside of you and stilled there. One of his large hands pressed under your hips and moved you across the bed so he could crawl onto the duvet as well. Drew elevated your hips just slightly, keeping your legs wrapped around his waist as he started up his rhythm once more. “Fu-uck!” The new position allowed the Scotsman to rut against your g-spot while he brought his thumb to stroke your clit. Your hips went wild for it; rocking up to meet his hips and hand, again and again. Gasps fell from your lips as your eyes clenched shut in pleasure. “Yes, yes, yes....please Daddy?”

“What is it you want, baby girl?” Drew asked you. There was teasing uplift in his voice. Like he was amused by your begging nature. 

You knew what you wanted. It’s what you always wanted; more. 

“Please.....faster. Please fuck me faster.”

“Always so needy for Daddy,” Drew said down to you. But his hips picked up speed like you wanted them to. You cried out, reaching for Drew and he bent down to hover over you. You grabbed at his shoulders, trying to just hold on.  “Look at you.” His husky voice made you shudder down the length of our spine. With your heart hammering away and your body trembling with your building pleasure, your head spun. You probably looked so fucked out, with the sweat that glistened on your body, your eyes unable to keep open as Drew fucked down into you. 

Euphoria roared in your ears, swam in the fog of your sensual contentment, lit your nerves on a live wire of ecstasy that had you singing and whimpering under Drew. 

Your tummy kept clenching and unclenching in your pleasure that was building and building to a jumping point, one you wanted to run to head on. Drew just had to get you there. You were so close. 

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered out, looking up onto the storm-grey eyes of Drew. He smirked. 

“Are you, Princess?” Drew asked. “You’re gonna cum for me?” You could only nod, clenching your hands against the strong muscles of Drew’s shoulder. The pleasure felt like it was crawling up your throat, forming into a whine that tried to escape but was cute off by a cry as Drew nipped at your collarbones with a growl. “Then cum for me. Cum for me right now, baby girl.” With a whimpering cry, you let go, letting your pleasure wash over you and crash through you.

Your climax drawing your body taught around him, your spine and back lifting off the bed as Drew growled and fucked you through it. 

“Daddy,” you cried to him. “Daddy please cum.” You watched the Scotsman’s eyes clench shut as he did such that. A groan left his lips while his heat seeped inside of you. 

The man gave you a few more thrusts before stilling above you. It left the two of you panting, the two of you feverish as you tried to calm down. 

With quiet ease, Drew pulled out of you, leaving you whimpering atop the duvet. Drew moved off the bed quickly before stripping himself of his pants. He went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom. With a happy sigh, you slipped your eyes closed. You listened to the tap running from the bathroom’s sink for only a moment before the bed dipped and Drew was there, wiping you down. You watched him as he did so, his hair fell into his face until he was finished. He flung the washcloth he used to the floor before flicking his hair back out of his face. He looked to you with a soft smile before he settled beside you in bed. 

You were quick to curl into his side, throwing your leg over him. His hands fell on your hips while you tucked your head under his chin. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” you murmured to Drew, giggling after. “Guess I'll send you more pictures if it means you’ll come home and fuck just like this.” Drew chuckled. It was deep and it made you shiver.

“Don’t forget, princess, I can and will put you over my knee if you do, and teach you a lesson, the hard way,” Drew said to you. Even as your eyes closed, you smiled instead. You knew he was good for his word. 

“Ooh,” you teased. “I’m scared.” Drew’s chest jumped with a laugh and he squeezed your hip. 

“Believe me, my Thistle,” Drew said to you, using a nickname he only uses when you really pushed his buttons. “You should be.” You bit your lip. 

Your Daddy was good to his word. 

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[almondmilktoast]

“Cwb?”

“What the fuck is that?” Cass mumbled looking down at her beat up slip resistant shoes, unable to do with the sexual tension that filled the empty breakroom. She wondered if he had also felt the same way these past few months.

*Flashback*

Cass remembered her very first meeting with Brian, how she had been called up to the office and been told that she would have to train the newbie while Jae, her manager giggled obnoxiously at the brightly lit screen in his palms (probably texting one of his many hoes..)

The blondie with chronic scoliosis- or so it seemed given his slouched posture on his desk chair gave you little to no instruction for handling the guy and ushered you out of his office without another word.

The sleep deprived young girl sighed heavily and made her way to the dining room where you spent most of your evenings wasting away her youth to make a measly few bucks; and if you were lucky, a one dollar tip.

“Here goes nothin’ “ she muttered under her breath as she encountered a clean and musky scent that exuded effortlessly from a pair of broad shoulders who was already getting started on plates.

“Are you Brian?” Cass’ voice appeared meek in comparison to the well built male.

The newbie turned his head alone and gave the part timer a once over with his eyes alone flashing you a quick smirk.

“That’d be me.” His long yet hefty fingers met his apron that was strapped around his waist as he wiped them dry. He rolled up his sleeves slightly on his transparent wet white work shirt, which exposed his arm veins. Brian offered you a firm hand.

“And you must be..?” The fox eyed tease made himself shorter to catch your wandering gaze.

“Cass.” She snapped herself out of her trance. “I’ll be training you today as I’ve been told it’s your first day” she says with a poker face. “..but you seem to already know how things work around here..” her voice trailing off admiring the spotless heap of plates behind him and letting her eyes wander towards the muscular male.

He chuckles at the floor and stretches his arm out towards her, causing Cass to flinch slightly at his sudden action. “Can I get a fresh pair of gloves?” He smirked even wider, eying the glove case on the shelf directly behind her. Blood rushes to Cass’ cheeks as she quickly gets out of the way. She wondered who was training who..

“If you have any questions, boss said I’ll be working with you all afternoon” she scoffed turning on her heel without another word- too embarrassed to face him anymore for that matter.

“Cass!” a thick lisp exclaims behind you stopping you in your tracks. “Looking forward to working with you” he teased with playful crescent shaped eyes.

*Present day*

“Cwb.” He raises a brow, “It means coworkers with benefits.” The glistening male slowly makes his way towards you cornering you on the edge of the table behind you.”I think we could have fun together” he whispered into your burning hot ear sending chills running down your spine. She’d be lying if she said that these past six months she’s never secretly entertained the idea of Brian with his hands all over her. Ever since that first day of training she couldn’t help but admire the piece of work he was, and how good he must’ve looked under that apron and long sleeve that was soaked enough to give away a slight preview of Brian’s defined abs.

“What’re you waiting for?” she whispered back into his ear. Without wasting another second, it was as if he had already played out this fantasy a billion times inside that handsome little head. He locked lips with Cass and squeezed her thighs to lift them onto the table. His hungry pink lips and let his tongue explore your mouth. Breaking the sloppy kiss he unbuckled her belt and yanked your black dress pants off impatiently. She hides her giggles with a hand as she watched the once put together coworker frustrated at such a simple task. “This funny for you?” he glares up at Cass.

“Yes very.” Cass winks sticking her tongue out at him. Brian finally pulled her pants off revealing her plaid red and black thong wrapped around her large peach. He lifts her off the table effortlessly letting his boney fingers squeeze her cheeks for support. “Mm I love how that looks on you baby. Just how I like it.” You suck on his porcelain colored neck leaving plum colored hickeys on your newly claimed territory. “Show me how much. You like it Bri-” you breath out in between kisses. “Say no more” His eyes dripping of lust, setting your ass back down on the breakroom table nearly ripping his work pants off and long sleeve. Cass bit her finger impatiently watching her model like coworker strip down for her-a personal fantasy of hers coming to life. “Did I keep you waiting long princess?” his hard number proving how much he wanted her. “A little” the half naked female pouted looking down at her glistening pussy.

“We’ll fix that” he bit his juicy bottom lip. He carried her off the rickety table, holding onto her peachy ass cheeks tightly and letting his long two fingers tease Cass’ clit to prep you for his own member. She let out light moans loving the feeling of Brian’s strong fingers inside of her. With her arms wrapped around his neck she begged, “Faster Bri”.

“Call me daddy and we have a deal kitten.”

“Daddy” Cass whimpered “Please daddy” she let out between heavy breaths.

Smiling exposing his pearly white teeth he gave into her selfish request letting his to digits create repeated friction onto your g-spot. Cass moaned each time he rubbed her pleasure zone, becoming high off his touch. “Yes daddy!” Cass exclaimed as she was close to coming, and just as she was about to come he placed her on the broken table and yanked the string tied around her ass off to let his large cock enter your throbbing pussy. “Save some for me baby” He chuckled readily.

“MM DADDY” Cassie moaned as he shoved himself in and out of her making the table rock with them. “Mmh. Mm, Uh. uh” she moaned in pleasure.

“You’re so hot baby. Scream for me and i’ll make you remember me”

She screamed loud as he rode her g-spot for the millionth time making her squirt all over his throbbing cock. “Good job princess” he said planting a heated kiss onto her plump lips.

“I’m all yours” gesturing towards his long naked figure.

With thirsty eyes, Cass sat him down onto the nearest wooden chair and hopped onto his lap removing her work tee leaving her with only a lace white bra. “Mm baby you’re gorgeous.” he drooled, clearly checking her out. Smirking, she began to ride him with her hands on his chest for support, bouncing with every entrance. “That feels so good babe.” he lifted his head in pleasure, moaning slightly. She rode him roughly and felt that he was close to cuming all over her. She got onto the dirty floor onto her knees and grabbed his expanded shaft admiring how wet she had made him that it was basically dripping. “Suck me off princess.” He whimpered with flushed cheeks.

Cass inserted his manhood into her mouth loving how Brian tasted inside of you. Brian squeezed the chair under him and with his other had grabbed onto a handful of hair shoving her in and out of his throbbing cock, gagging you with his explosive liquids. He pulled her off of his member letting his cum squirt all over her breasts and torso.

“You’re so perfect.” he said out of breath, pulling Cass up onto his lap to suck his cum off her perky nipples. “Let’s do this again kitten.”

“Yes daddy.” she giggled realizing the closing crew must’ve heard everything.

[queenscoolcat]

Back Chat (Smut) - Brian May x Reader

Summary: Brian isnt in a good mood when he finds out John wrote a song for him, but you finding the situation hot kind of help

Pairing: Brian May x Reader, Gwilym Lee!Brian May x Reader

Word count: 1587

Warning: SMUT +18, daddy kink and dom Bri

A/n: I am sorry if you find any errors.

Tags: @destiel-stucky4ever-loki-queen@reedusteinrambles

“John wrote a song about me” Brian said the moment he entered your house, you turn to look at him ready to question him, but by his expression you knew it was better to let him talk “that fucker, all I want is to help and make the song sound better, and he goes off and writes a fucking song about how horrible I am.”

As Brian was speaking, he started to throw everything he had on his hands, first it was his coat and then the little book where he wrote his songs.

You open your mouth to say something, but Brian was quite distracted, and he continued talking.

“I mean… I do so much for the band and all I get back is a song calling me out!” Brian continues his speech as he started to walk towards the bar where he prepares himself a drink “and the fucking song is called backchat! It’s not even that good.”

When Brian was in a mood like this, it was so sporadic, but when they happen you couldn’t help but feel so turned on by him.

His eyes were so dark and the way he frowns made him look so good, so when you open your mouth you knew exactly what to say.

“Well… he isn’t that wrong,” you mutter innocently “you tend to let your ego go quite a lot.”

The look that Brian gave you was enough to make you cum, his eyes were scaring you as he narrows his eyes and drank his beverage in one gulp.

“What did you said?” Brian question you while he started to walk slowly towards you.

“I mean… you sometimes go really hard on poor Deacy, he is so sweet and you tend to overshadow him a lot,” you continue your teasing taking steps back until your back was pressed against the wall and Brian was in front of you covering all your body.

“You will regret saying that,” Brian mutter as he started to take his belt off, your breath hitch at that sight, but you couldn’t help but continue.

“What? Telling the truth?” Brian quickly grabbed you by the neck pushing you harder against the wall.

“So we have a brat today, eh?” Brian whispered eyeing you with pure anger.

You bit your lip and nod, wanting to make him even angrier, which you achieved.

Brian groans before he harshly turns you around so now your face was pressed against the wall, he then grabbed your hips and pull them so your ass was on display for him.

You thank yourself for wearing just Brian’s shirt today with nothing more, Brian pulls the shirt off your ass to show him you were completely bare.

“Fucking slut,” Brian whispered as you felt a harsh spank on your ass, you scream in pleasure arching your back a little more while you wiggle your ass for him “I want you to count.”

You nod and moan a yes for him before you felt another spank.

“One… two… three… four…” you moan every number already feeling your juices dripping down your legs “five… six… seven… eight…”

You could tell Brian was having a good time, cause even though you loved a good spank, you knew Brian always got so hard when he did that.

“Just two more,” Brian mutter while he massages your already sore cheeks “can you take them?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moan loud enough for him to hear before you felt two more spanks with even more force than the others “nine.. ten…”

“I would tell you, you are a good girl, but you don’t serve that yet,” Brian said pulling your hair and moving you so now you were facing him “I want you in our bed completely naked and ready for me, and don’t you dare touch yourself, okay?”

“Okay daddy,” you whispered, Brian hearing your answer grabbed you by the jaw kissing you harshly, when he let you go you smile at him as you walk away, though you didn’t expect Brian to give you another spark “eleven…”

Brian chuckles at your comment, and as he watches you go, he poured himself another drink before he follows you.

On the way to your room, all of Brian’s clothes seemed to disappear, cause when he entered, he was only wearing his underwear.

You moan Brian’s name seeing his cock so hard through his underwear, and with a big smirk, Brian climbs on top of you.

“What will I do with you?” Brian said as he let his fingers trace your lower lip before he let you suck on his digits “I think I want to see your pretty face while I reck you.”

Brian removed his fingers from your mouth to start rubbing your clit, he opens your legs a little wider and chuckles when he saw how soaked you were.

“So wet for me don’t you?” Brian asked cockily, you shake your head making Brian tilt his head “then for whom?”

“For Deacy,” you answered quickly knowing that would make Brian even angrier.

Which you were correct, his eyes darken by your answer as he slams his fingers inside of you without a warning, you moan Brian’s name while your hand fly to his bicep.

His eyes were locked with your as his fingers were buried inside you of, soon enough his thumb began to rub your clit as his fingers curl inside you.

“I am so close,” you cry clenching your walls and arching your back in anticipation.

But before you could do anything more, Brian left you empty and with you whining from how close you were.

“I am sorry, I am so sorry,” you cry out loud feeling tears forming in your eyes “please let me cum, I won’t be a brat anymore.”

Brian seems to like your state, cause the smirk he had on his face seemed to be there to stay.

Slowly and after you stop whining, Brian moves his cock so it was rubbing over your folds, covering himself in all your wetness.

Your eyes seemed to be glued at his actions while you try your best not to move or make a sound.

“Good girl,” Brian mutter after he saw all your effort “What do you think, love? Should I cum inside you but now let you cum?”

You shake your head quickly trying not to complain, but not being able to contain yourself, you bit your lip, and buckle your hips trying to feel more of Brian.

“No? Should I let you cum then?” Brian question as you nod frantically not caring if you seemed desperate “Oh… after all the things you said and done… do you think you deserve it?”

“I…please… please,” You started to beg feeling so turned on and ready to cum without him even touching you.

“Poor thing,” Brian mutter as he cleans the couple of tears that were running down your face “maybe if you continue begging I’ll indulge you.”

Without saying more you began praising Brian as you beg him to cum, your voice was barely audible but loud enough for Brian to hear.

“Since you beg so nicely,” Brian said as he slams inside of you, you roll your eyes in pure pleasure trying your best not to cum by just feeling him inside of you “you may cum when I command you to.”

Brian’s moans quickly joined yours as his rhythm increased by the time, you could tell that Brian was close as well and he was holding it too, so you grabbed his shoulder to pull him in a kiss.

Your hand move to Brian’s hair and when he began to fuck you harder you pull his hair, he seemed to like it which made you do it again until you knew he couldn’t hold his orgasm any longer.

“Can I cum, daddy?” You asked as your lips where inches away from Brian’s.

“Fuck… yes, love, you can cum,” Brian whispered before he started kissing your neck “cum with me, my love.”

You wrap your arms around Brian as you yelled his name over and over again not caring if the entire neighbourhood could hear you, all you were thinking was how good it all felt and how nice Brian was making you feel.

Brian cursed a couple of times underneath his breath as he pulls himself out of you making both of you moan, he then lay next to you as he began to caress your cheek.

“Was it alright? Did I hurt you?” Brian asked quite worried about you as he finally realized how rough it all was.

You smile and grabbed his hand, you kiss his knuckles not letting the eye contact break at any moment.

“It was amazing, love,” you whispered as you move his hand so now it was cupping your cheek “so good.”

Brian chuckle nervously, letting his thumb continue caressing you.

“That is good news,” you giggle at Brian’s words before you stud up to go to the bathroom.

You turn the shower on and sooner than later, Brian was behind you ready to join you.

“You know what was the worst part?” Brian mutter wrapping his arms around you.

“What my love?” You asked already knowing this conversation was about him and John.

“I made him put a guitar solo on the song,” Brian said clearly ashamed which made you laugh out loud “Hey!”

Even though Brian tried to protest, he soon enough began to laugh with you.

A/n: if you enjoy it please like it and/or reblog it

[milomeepit]

Diamond In The Rough: Chapter Twelve

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Masterpost (to be added soon!)

Word Count: 1877

Chapter Warnings: HOO BOY OK- crying, yelling, abusive parents, neglectful parents, cursing, arguing, fighting, broken glass, terrible living conditions, implied drug use, needle mention, alcohol, daydreams, heartbreak

Roman wanted to cry again as soon as Logan turned onto his street. This had to be a nightmare. He’d open his eyes and Patton would be there, and he could crawl into his arms and Patton would sing softly as he stroked his hair. Virgil would appear next to them with a glass of water and crack jokes to make Roman smile. Everything would be okay.

Unfortunately, the car pulled to a stop outside of his house, and he was forced to face reality as Logan gently urged him out of the car. The pair of them walked silently up the cracked concrete path towards the front door.

Logan reached for the doorbell, but Roman shook his head. “It doesn’t work,” He explained. “It hasn’t ever since Dad hit it with a wrench when he was working out in the front yard when I was little.”

“I see.” Logan nodded and instead rapped lightly on the door.

They stood there for a few seconds before footsteps thumped on the other side of the door, followed by locks clicking open, and the door creaked open. Roman’s heart thumped in his chest as his father poked his head suspiciously around the door and met Logan’s eyes. “What?” He grumbled.

Logan cleared his throat. “Hello, sir. My name is Logan Kennard. May I ask yours?”

“Max Gorgon. Whaddaya want?” Dad said gruffly.

Logan didn’t miss a beat. “I work with Child Protective Services,” He announced firmly. “We found your son on the streets in the city. Care to explain how he may have got there?”

At that, Roman’s head shot up. “Hey, I wasn’t on the-!” He started to argue, but Logan put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently. He snapped his mouth shut, looking up at the man with wide eyes.

Why didn’t he want to mention Virgil and Patton?

“Hell! We’ve been trying to figure out where he’d got to!” Dad finally looked down as Roman spoke. “Thought he’d nicked off with his aunt or somethin’.”

Roman tried not to shudder at the thought of Aunt Nikki. She was loud, but not in a fun way like Patton. She yelled about everything, and she always smelled sickly sweet, like you were drowning in maraschino cherries. Her nails were always long and sharp, digging into Roman’s arm as he went past to catch him and send him off on some errand she couldn’t be bothered fulfilling herself.

“No.” Logan’s mouth was a thin line, and Roman wondered briefly if he disliked Dad as much as Roman did. “He was lost on the streets until I found him.”

“Well, shit! Bri! Brianne! Come here!” Roman flinched a little as Dad turned and hollered over his shoulder. “Roman’s come home!”

There was a flurry of movement before the door was thrown open and Mom appeared in the doorway. She gasped and dropped to her knees, yanking Roman into a tight embrace that almost choked him. “My baby! Oh, darling, you’re back! Where were you, my sweet? I’ve been worried sick about you, but your daddy said you’d be home soon, and- oh, my goodness! I’m so happy to see you!”

Roman forced a smile onto his face. “I-I’m sorry, Mom,” He whispered in her ear. It was bittersweet, the attention she was showering on him, but he wanted it to last nonetheless. “I didn’t mean to worry you.” Technically, not a lie.

“Oh, sweetheart, I forgive you!” Mom crooned, her brightly coloured fake nails gently scratching the base of his neck as she ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s all okay now, you’re home safe and sound!”

She looked up to Logan, flashing him a sweet smile. “How can I ever thank you for this, mister?” She asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

“Oh, no thanks necessary. Just doing my job,” Logan replied gently.

Roman twisted to look at him, biting back a groan at the soft expression on his face. He’d clearly fallen hook, line, and sinker for the saccharine words that fell from his mother’s mouth as easily as the lies and abuse she snapped at other times. He ached to point it out, to scream that it was all an act, to beg Logan to take him back, it didn’t even have to be Patton and Virgil, just anywhere, please, anywhere but here!

... But what would be the point? Logan would probably just shrug it off as Roman throwing a hissy fit about being caught and sent home, and then he’d have to deal with the consequences from his parents. He let out a soft, resigned sigh, sagging against Mom. Better to just live with it, for now at least. Maybe he’d have another chance to get away someday.

As if reading his mind, Logan added, “I’ll be back in a few days to check up on you all and see how Roman is settling back in. It’s school holidays at the moment, so he should have plenty of time at home to get back into the swing of things.”

“Thank you so much, Mr Kennard,” Dad reached over and shook Logan’s hand. “We should get inside, it’s pretty chilly out here, and we wouldn’t want to get sick.” He laughed, a short, rough, barking sound that made Roman want to cover his ears.

Logan bobbed down to Roman, smiling at him warmly. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” He said, touching Roman’s shoulder lightly.

No. Not okay. Not even a little okay. Everything in Roman was screaming to rip away, to go anywhere but here, to be anywhere, to run or fly or fall or die, just so long as it got him away.

“Okay,” He heard himself say. “Bye, Logan.”

Logan stood, straightened his jacket, and winked at Roman as he said, “See you later.”

Roman blinked, but before he could speak, Logan was in his car and zipping away. He felt large hands grab him by the arm and tug him inside before the door slammed closed, officially trapping him back in the creaky old house.

He wrapped his arms around himself and shivered as his father lumbered back into the living room, the TV flashing with the bright colours of some mind-numbing action movie. It was as cold as ever in here, the heating system haven broken years ago and never been fixed. He crept into the kitchen to see Mom making coffee, staring intently at the small, stained mug as she stirred its contents.

“... Hi,” He said softly from the doorway. He figured he had a fifty-fifty chance of her mood either being fantastic, or abysmal. Worth a shot, more so than Dad at least.

She glanced up at him, brightening as she saw him. “Hey, baby! Did you want a drink, too?” She offered the mug to him.

Roman tried not to grimace. Coffee always made him feel sick and hot, but it was the only hot drink Mom ever made. “Um, no, thank you,” He replied. “I just... I was curious what you were up to.”

Mom shrugged, leaning back against the counter and drinking from the mug in her hand. “Nothing, really. Tryna decide what to get for dinner. You have any bright ideas, sweetheart?”

“Not really.” All he wanted was a pot of Virgil’s spaghetti. Hot and cheesy, with thick noodles and meatballs speckled with herbs and spices. Rich sauce with real tomatoes that Virgil cut and cooked down, with spinach stirred into the pot.

Mom shrugged again. “I’ll ask your daddy later, he sounds like he’s busy.”

As if on cue, a loud explosion rang out from the TV and Dad cursed loudly, shouting curses at the movie’s characters. Oh, well, Roman thought. As long as he was yelling at the TV and not him, that was a win.

Roman left the kitchen as Mom rustled around in the drawer under the microwave. He knew what she was looking for, and he didn’t want to watch. Needles always made him feel itchy and sick and jumpy, especially seeing them disappear into her arms.

He slipped upstairs, carrying his bags with him, and into his room. He softly closed the door, wincing as it creaked quietly, then sat on his bed and peered out the grimy window at the street below. It was snowing again. Patton and Virgil would probably be getting rugged up and going out to the park to build a snowman, or make snow angels, or throw snowballs at each other.

It ached to think about, like a cold, sharp icicle driving into his chest. He shivered again, then grabbed the worn out blanket draped across his bed, still tangled from where he had last thrown it, and wrapped it around his shoulders. The warmth it offered was meager at best, but it was better than nothing.

Roman covered his face with the blanket as the frustration and grief of the afternoon rose inside him, burning and solid and heavy as a rock, and burst into tears for the fifth time that day. It just wasn’t fair! He’d finally had it. Something warm and real and comforting and safe and wonderful. Jokes and hugs and kisses and soft pillows and love. So much love.

He pulled the blanket away from his face to breath, short gasps of frigid air that felt like swallowing razor blades. Every breath he took, every second that ticked past, weighed on him, heavier than anything he’d ever felt in his life. Every moment carried him further away from the only place he’d truly felt happy in his whole life.

He reached down into his backpack, pulling out the small stuffed monkey, and hugged it tightly. It still smelled like Patton and Virgil’s apartment, like cinnamon and sugar and fresh laundry. He pressed it to his cheek and closed his eyes.

It was almost like he was back in the cafe, just for a moment. He could feel the warmth of the heating system, hear the twinkling notes of the piano music drifting through the speakers, could see customers wandering through the shelves. A small smile tugged at his lips as he relaxed, burrowing his face into the monkey’s soft stomach. Maybe everything would be okay.

A door slammed downstairs, making him jump, and the vision was gone. He bit back a frustrated scream as Dad’s voice boomed from the living room, arguing furiously with one of his friends. He faintly heard a shattering noise, and Mom shrieked angrily. He couldn’t make out what she was saying through all the voices, but he guessed Dad had probably thrown something.

Roman sighed, flopping back on his bed and staring up at the cracked ceiling. His eyes traced over the familiar stains and marks, picking out shapes against the old, yellowed plaster. Back to real life, he told himself. Everything he’d been counting on in the past few weeks, it was just a dream. Every hope and feeling. All of the love and trust and happiness was just... done. Gone. And he was left. Alone again, cold and anxious and tired and trapped.

He rolled onto his side and curled up, cuddling the monkey to his chest. He should have known it wouldn’t last, he thought bitterly. Nothing good ever did.

[freddie-mercurial]

Look not to scuttle out of the shadows, but did you say Dom!Brian prompts???? If you’re feeling silly/sweet how about Bri being so proud of getting Freddie a kitten for his anniversary present, then being thoroughly unimpressed with what a cockblock it is. First No PDA In Front Of The Baby becomes Freddie’s mantra. Then Bri comes to the horrible realization that he picked a cat who can open doors. He spends the next hour consoling Fred that seeing “mommy” tied up won’t scar the cat for life.

YES i love this

Brian smiles as he watches Freddie patiently brush the new kitten with a tiny, soft brush, cooing to her about how good she is.  He’s so pleased with himself, Freddie had loved his anniversary gift so much and Brian loves having her around as well.  He’s missed having a cat.

He does, however, start getting a little...not jealous.  It would be ridiculous to be jealous.  But he feels a little frustrated when he tries to kiss Freddie while she’s there and Freddie bats him off.  “Darling!” he says, aghast.  “Not where she can see!”

“She’s a cat, Freddie,” Brian says, still leaning into him.  “She has no idea what kissing is.”

“She’s a baby,” Freddie corrects him, getting up and clutching the kitten to his chest.  “You’ll have to wait until later.”  And with that he wanders off with her to get her some kitten milk and Brian sighs and wonders if his gift just completely ruined his own sex life.

***

Eventually Freddie consents to allowing himself to be kissed in front of ‘their child’, though absolutely no tongue and Brian’s hand gets slapped when it starts to wander.  But it’s fine, they make do.  Brian steals moments where he can get them, and the bedroom is completely out of bounds to cats anyway.

Until, it seems, she decides that she’s had enough of being left out.

Brian doesn’t notice at first, he has his back to the door and Freddie is quite distracting all trussed up and helpless, groaning as Brian thrusts into him, until he lets out a shriek that makes Brian jump.

“Fred!  What’s wrong?  Fuck, did I hurt y--”

“Brian!” Freddie wails, struggling to get loose (impossible, Brian’s very good at tying him up).  “Brian, fuck!  She’s there!  She’s seen us!”

That makes Brian panic and he scrambles to try and turn around and protect Freddie’s modesty from whoever Freddie’s seen, expecting to see a fucking photographer or something but it’s just the kitten.  Sat on the end of their bed.  Staring at them.

Brian stares back.  He could swear there’s a look in her eyes that says, Fuck you Brian, you’re never getting laid again.

“Brian!  Untie me!” Freddie yells at him and Brian jumps to action, quickly undoing the knots.

As soon as Freddie’s free he scoops up the cat and cuddles her to him, horrified.  “Oh, my poor baby,” he says, “I’m so sorry, Mummy’s so sorry, we didn’t mean to frighten you.  Daddy’s sorry too, aren’t you Brian?” Freddie directs to him, wide-eyed.

“She’s a cat, Freddie!  She doesn’t know what we were doing!” Brian protests, but Freddie looks like he might cry.  “Sorry, kitty,” Brian gives in after a moment, reaching out to stroke her head.

He sighs to himself as Freddie curls up with her, yanking the covers over himself and consoling her, resigning himself to having no sex tonight.

And he could swear their bloody cat looks smug about the whole thing, happily purring away on Freddie’s chest.

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

Days of Our Lives - Part One

Pairing: Dad!Gwilym Lee x Reader, Lily Lee, Jess Lee, Sam Lee

Requested: No

Summary: A series of shapshots going through the kids’ lives (can be read separately or as a series)

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: okay so this is the first look at my new series Days Of Our Lives starring Gwilym Lee as a dad and the three kids who I have ADORED writing for so much after all these blurbs!! Please remember to tell me what you thought of this - like, reblog, comment or send asks so I know what you think! If there’s something you want to see get into the series then let me know and my askbox is ALWAYS open for concepts for the kids!!

“Hey!” Gwilym’s voice was rushed and he was clearly out of breath but Y/N could hear her husbands smile through the phone.

“Hey! We’re outside!” Y/N informed him, crouching down with great effort to be face to face with her toddler. Lily giggled at Y/N and reached out a chubby fist to pull on a strand of her mother’s hair. Y/N chuckled at her daughter, shaking her head adoringly.

“Okay! Brian’s going to go get you - I’ve got to finish up in make up, sorry Cariad,” Gwilym said regretfully. Y/N waved him off, despite knowing he couldn’t see her actions over the phone.

“It’s alright, love, Lily’s been dying to see her Granda Bri again, haven’t you sweetheart?” Y/N asked her three year old and Lily giggled joyfully, clapping in delight. “You hear that?” Y/N asked. Gwilym’s low rumble of a laugh gave her confirmation that he had, indeed, heard his daughter’s joy.

“I’ll see you soon then,” Gwilym said.

“See you soon,” Y/N agreed and, just as she was about to hang up she heard Gwilym calling through the phone again:

“I love you!” Y/N was laughing as she brought the phone back up to her ear.

“I love you too,” she hung up the call and swooped Lily up into her arms, bringing the toddler to rest gently against her swollen stomach. Lily’s arms wrapped eagerly around her mother’s neck, her head coming to rest on her shoulder. “Your daddy’s silly, isn’t he?” Y/N cooed, gently bouncing the child. Lily perked up straight away.

“Daddy?” Y/N chuckled, nuzzling her face into her daughter’s hair.

“No, not yet, sweetheart, we’ll see Daddy soon,” Y/N promised. Lily sighed and settled back into Y/N’s arms.

“Y/N! You look wonderful!” Y/N beamed at Brian’s voice, turning around to greet him. Lily’s arms immediately went to grab for Brian and Brian chuckled, taking her from Y/N’s arms. “Hello, Lily, you look lovely!” 

“Granda Bri!” Lily giggled, pulling at Brian’s curly grey hair. Brian pressed a kiss to the top of Lily’s head, chuckling before moving his gaze to Y/N. 

“It’s so nice to see you again,” Brian said, moving to Y/N and pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“You too, Bri - you look great!” 

“Not as wonderful as you,” Brian promised. “Come on, I know your dad,” he booped Lily’s nose playfully, tempting a joyful giggle to fall past her lips. “Is eagerly awaiting your arrival,” Lily’s little hands closed around Brian’s shirt and she snuggled down into his body.

“Want Daddy,” she agreed, the words muffled by Brian’s body.

“Come on, sweetheart, lets get you to Daddy,” Y/N murmured, running her hand gently up and down Lily’s back.

Brian and Y/N made smalltalk as the aging guitarist carried her daughter and walked them to the entrance to the set. She opened the door, allowing Brian with Lily to move through into the building first.

As they approached the room at the end of the hallway, voices could be heard. Gwilym’s distinct laughter followed and Lily instantly perked up in Brian’s arm upon hearing it, straining desperately to get out and be let to the floor. Brian looked at Y/N, his eyebrows raised in a silent question. Y/N rolled her eyes and nodded, queueing Brian to gently place Lily on the floor.

Without so much as looking back the three year old rushed as quickly as she could on her little legs towards the sound of her father’s laughter. She reached the door and glared as it, as though her harsh three-year old stare could open the door on its own.

Brian chuckled at her unimpressed look and opened the door but Y/N placed her hand on it before Lily could enter and crouched down to be eye-level with her daughter again.

“Remember what I said, Lil, Daddy might be filming so you need to be quiet when you go in, okay Sweetheart?” Lily let out a grumpy sigh and nodded in agreement.

“Okay Mummy,” Lily said and Y/N brought her forwards to kiss her nose, delighting in the giggle her daughter let out.

As Y/N struggled back up to her feet, Brian pushed the door open for Lily and placed his hands on Y/N’s arm to help her back up.

“Daddy!” Y/N looked at Brian, eyebrows raised in amusement and mild exhaustion. Brian laughed and led her into the big room.

“So much for being quiet,” Y/N chuckled as she watched her daughter run into her father’s legs, a complete disregard for the other people on set watching or the cameras set up. Y/N gave the director a bashful smile, clearly embarrassed by her daughters actions.

Not that Gwilym appeared to care at all. His entire face lit up as Lily charged into the room and towards him, pushing his friend who he had been talking to out of the way in order to meet his daughter half way and sweep her up into his arms, laughing.

“Hello, Princess! I’ve missed you!”

“Missed you Daddy!” Lily giggled, her arms wrapping tightly around Gwilym’s neck and pulling her face as close to his as she could manage.

“I missed you too, Princess,” Gwilym said, nuzzling his face into her neck and Y/N could see his eyes crinkling into the adoring grin that he always wore when in the presence of his daughter.

“I did ask her to come in quietly.” Y/N promised as she approached her little family. Gwilym looked up at her and, if possible, it seemed as though his smile grew.

“You made it!” Gwilym grinned. Y/N nodded.

“I promised, and once Lily caught hold of the idea you know that she wouldn’t let it go,” Gwilym laughed at Y/N’s faux exasperated tone and then his excited face dropped to one of concern.

“Come on, you should sit down,” Gwilym ushered his wife one-handed towards a chair at the edge of the room. Y/N rolled her eyes slightly but complied with his wishes with an affectionate smile on her face.

“Gwil, you know it’s fine for me to stand up, it won’t hurt the bean.” Y/N pointed out as Gwilym helped her lower herself down into the chair.

“You should relax, though.” Brian inputted.

“I just wanted to make sure,” Gwilym said, the smile on his face unabashedly wied and his cheeks tinted a light pink.

“Who’s this then, are you going to introduce us?” An arm sling over Gwilym’s shoulder, pulling playfully at the crown curls that fell from his wig. Gwilym rolled his eyes, making Y/N giggle.

Gwilym turned, Lily still in his arms, to look at his castmates.

“This is my daughter, Lily,” he looked down at his child. “You going to say hello, Princess?” He asked, gently kissing the top of her head. Lily had never been a particularly shy baby, as she put on her broadest smile and waved her chubby fists at the people who had crowded around her.

“Hi!”

“God, Gwil, she’s adorable!” The only woman in the mix cooed, landing herself in Lily’s good books straight away as the young girl puffed up her chest proudly and reached for her. The woman looked at Gwilym for permission and Y/N watched with a smile a her husband gave it, gently passing his tiny toddler into the woman’s arms. “Hello, beautiful, I’m Lucy.”

“Aunt Lucy?” Lily inquired, pulling on Lucy’s hair. Lucy looked at Gwilym, a questioning smile on her face and Gwilym passed the expression onto Y/N who shrugged - Gwilym knew his castmates better than she did, it was his decision to make. Gwilym bit his lip, eyebrows raised.

“Do you want me to be?” Lucy asked, her voice soft as she posed the question. Lily shrugged.

“You’re pretty.” she sighed, as though that was enough of an answer. Lucy laughed, hugging Lily a little tighter to her.

“Thank you, lovely.”

A blond man gently stroked his finger down Lily’s brown hair.

“You can hold her, Ben,” Gwilym laughed. His friend looked at him, face a little red and a bashful smile in place. “If she lets you.”

“Ben!” Lily shrieked in delight, pointing to the blond man who looked at her with mild shock on his face. “Drums!” Ben seemed to snap out of his trance-like state he was in and laughed, nodding and taking Lily carefully from Lucy.

“Yeah, that’s me.” Ben agreed.

“Sorry,” Y/N said apologetically. “She wanted to see who her dad worked with so we showed her photos,” she explained but Ben shook his head with a beaming grin still in place.

“She’s so sweet!” Gwilym chuckled as his friends cooing over his daughter and turned his adoring expression to his wife.

“Yeah, we like to think so,” Y/N latched onto his hand and brought it to her lips, pressing a quick kiss to his skin.

“She looks just like you,” the auburn-haired man said, staring in wonder over Ben’s arms at Lily. Lily gave a delighted giggle and reached out her hands to rest them on his cheeks.

“Joe!” Joe laughed and nodded, taking one of her little hands from his face and shaking it good-naturedly.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Y/N looked away from her daughter as she realised the voice was addressing her. She smiled up at the man.

“You guys too! Gwil has not stopped talking about all of you,” she laughed, taking his outstretched hand. “I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Rami,” the actor hesitated. “I don’t want to be rude, just… how far along are you?” He gestured to Y/N’s growing stomach. Her hand settled on it subconsciously before she replied.

“Five months now,” Y/N answered.

“And she still looks amazing,” Gwilym cut in. Y/N snorted with laughter, shaking her head lovingly at her husband and kissing his hand again.

“You have to say that - I’m carrying your child,” she pointed out. Gwilym gasped out in offence, shaking his head.

“When have I ever lied to you?” Y/N raised her eyebrows at him.

“You sure you want me to answer that in front of your friends?” Rami and Lucy, who had joined the conversation, burst out laughing at her question and Gwilym pouted at her.

“So do you know the gender yet?”

“We’re finding out at the next appointment,” Gwilym said, placing his hand on her shoulder and grinning down at her. Y/N smiled up, feelings of love flooding all her senses.

“What are you hoping for?” Rami asked.

“Lily wants a brother,” Y/N laughed and Gwilym nodded.

“Oh God, yeah, I think she’ll throw a fit if it’s a girl,” he confirmed. “I would love another girl though,” Gwilym said and Y/N nodded, leaning easily into his arm.

“Definitely,” she agreed.

“Allen!” Y/N and Gwilym’s heads both turned immediately to face their daughter at her joyous cry. They exchanged mildly amused looks as she launched herself into the unsuspecting man’s arms.

“Guess she’s got a favourite.”

[megalony]

Family

A short Roger Taylor imagine/ blurb I came up with.

Roger Taylor masterlist

Enjoy.

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"Roger darling, you have guests." Freddie's extravagant voice sounded through the recording room in the studio before he or Brian saw the singer. Their eyes glancing to the door, finally seeing the man in question appear in the doorway, one arm flung out to announce his presence as the other was holding the one-year-old to his chest who was babbling away seemingly happy. A bright smile lit up the drummer's face as he twirled the drum sticks between his fingers, arms raised in the air as he pretended to look shocked when Lily-May toddled into the room behind Freddie, (Y/n) not far behind. Each band member told their significant others that it was perfectly fine to turn up unannounced when they were in the studio because it always warranted a break for them. Also stopping any arguments about lyrics or rhythms and such and adding an air of happiness to them all, everyone being close to one another and their families. (Y/n) just so happened to pick the day Veronica had decided to come by and see how things were going, currently sitting in the control room on the sofa with John who was already taking a break. "Daddy!" Lily's giddy voice flooded through Roger's ears as Brian smiled as she flashed him a toothy grin as she waddled unevenly around the wires with both men watching her just in case she got caught up or fell. Her small frame almost colliding with the drum kit as she rounded the side before Roger quickly scooped her up to prevent any accidents. Sitting back down on the stool Roger placed her on his lap, lips pressing to her hair in the process. "There's my girl, you alright princess?" He questioned, brushing a few strands of hair from her eyes and tucking them behind her ears, bouncing her on his lap before she shifted. Crawling up to wrap her arms around his neck with his hand splayed on her back for added precaution. "Want cuddles." She responded, burying her head in the crook of his neck ruffling his shoulder-length mop of hair as she did so. Her action making his heart flutter as his smile almost reached his eyes as he swayed them side to side. It was a bit unusual for the boys to see this side of Roger, he was always the party animal like Freddie and the image of a rock star. Seeing him melt like butter when he was around his family was such a sight it was like watching a different person. Roger loved it when (Y/n) brought Lily to sessions, she was very intrigued by music and now they had Daniel it was more time for Roger to see him too. He would never say that he had a favourite child because it wasn't true, but the one thing he knew for sure was that Lily was his little double. She had the same scruffy blonde hair and ocean blue eyes as he did, and she seemed to always want to cling to him a little more than (Y/n). Daniel was only just one and Roger couldn't decide who he looked like more, at the moment he was a mix but he did crawl after (Y/n) a bit more than Roger. "I can certainly provide that." Shifting his gaze though he continued to sway the pair of them Roger noticed Daniel was no longer babbling in Freddie's ear but was now smiling in Brian's arms, hands grasping his black curls and tugging on them. Something Brian was used to with his own children though he gently took the little boys hand, preferring his hair on his head than in someone's hand. He was chatting to the little boy who giggled at whatever was being said as (Y/n) and Freddie immersed themselves in conversation near the door. "How about we see your dad eh?" Brian questioned, smiling when the little boy flashed his gums as he smiled widely as if he understood the question he'd been asked. Prompting Brian to turn around and walk the small distance to the drum kit at the back of the recording room, his question causing the little girl to turn around although she didn't seem to like the question. "No! My daddy." There was a rather protective yet fierce tone to the toddler's voice as she pulled Roger's hand to her chest when he reached out for his son, her other arm still wrapped around his neck as she pressed her cheek against his own. The action wasn't something Brian nor anyone else in the room found surprising. Lily clung to Roger's every move and as of late didn't want Roger to fuss over her brother as she was sat with her father. She loved her brother but wasn't fond of the attention he gained when she was with the person she wasn't willing to share him with. A laugh escaped Roger's lips as he brushed his nose against hers trying to make her smile instead of pout, their hair blending together especially since Roger's hair was fluffed out around his head. "Hey, I'm his dad too, pass him over Bri." Roger cooed in Lily's ear, moving her so she was sitting on his leg as he reached his arm towards Brian who lowered the little boy over the cymbal to Roger's arm. Turning around so she was facing him instead Lily wrapped her arms around Roger's torso, feeling his arm wind around her middle to secure her so she didn't fall as he bounced Daniel on his hip as the little boy fussed with Roger's slightly curled strands of hair. Tugging them a little as his head rested on his father's shoulder, babbling something to himself as he seemed content. At the sound of a camera flashing, Roger looked up from his kids perched on his lap to see (Y/n) taking a picture with the camera they had lying around. They often had someone filming them when they recorded songs or snapping photos and they simply left the camera for such occasions. Setting the camera back down (Y/n) walked over to her family sat at the drums that were replicas of the ones they had back home which Lily had taken a shine to. Turning his head expectingly Roger smiled cheekily before she leaned and pressed a kiss to his expecting lips, his arm leaving Lily as she secured herself to him. Winding his arm around (Y/n)'s middle instead, hand resting on her bum pulling her closer to his side as she ruffled Lily's hair, smiling at her little boy who looked very giddy. Freddie conversed with Brian over a few lyrics, throwing words back and forth quietly as they sat in the other corner allowing the family a moment to talk as they were all on an extended break it seemed. "Come on then little man, let's go see uncle Deaky." (Y/n) stated, reaching and picking Daniel up, knowing it would be harder to prize Lily away when she'd only just got here and got comfortable. She leaned down with a roll of her eyes when Roger pulled on her tighter to get her attention, his teeth pulling on her lower lip when she pulled from the kiss before moving his arm allowing her to escape. Watching her smile as she walked out and to the sofa where John and Veronica were, both more than happy to talk to her and the gurgling baby in her arms.

[glamrockmonarch]

Present Day Original Timeline Masterlist

R!Reader = Roger!Reader, Reader in a relationship with Roger. 

B!Reader = Brian!Reader, Reader in a relationship with Brian. 

What does B!Reader and R!Reader stand for?

Original Timeline

Original Start with Brian (Alternate version from the one above)

Starting out (Brian)

Coachella Adventure

Friend or Foe?

Friend or Foe no.2

Friend or Foe no. 3

Before bed discussions (Brian)

Friend!

Grams (Brian)

Adopting a pupper (Brian)

B!Reader pregnant?!  (Brian)

Learning music

Family Opinions

Family Opinions no. 2

Spanking!* (Roger)

Couples fight 

Going down* (Brian)

R!Readier doing young people Stuff (Roger)

R!Reader being friends with Rufus

B!Reader and Emily

If B!Reader had been a Virgin

Spanking! no. 2* (Brian)

Their first time together* (Brian)

Raiding Roger’s closet* (but it’s Brian Smut)

Ex’s + Adam Lambert’s opinions

B!Reader and R!Reader talk about their children

Their Relationship in the media

Stupid arguments (Brian)

Parenting Skills: over 1000

Cheating on Anita?? (Brian)

Honeymoon* (but it’s Roger Smut)

Met Gala Fun + Adam Lambert

Emily

That face claim I said I would do (I did it)

Grandchildren confusion

Adopt your cast member today

Roger cheating??* 

The dance*

Sarina’s Reaction

BBMAS Fun + Adam Lambert

Thoughts on thigh Riding* 

Did they ever think they would date someone so young?

Daddy? (Smuttish?)

B!Reader always bakes for Brian

B!Reader’s dad was a Queen fan

Brian’s family’s opinion on the twins

Delivery room stories

Baby Names Time!

Age gap: cute! 

Boys’ weekend

Take care of your drunk person

Who was the biggest flirt

First, we mention “the incident”

Second, we actually talk about “the incident” 

Brian talks about his RS and the guitars he built with the boys

The “”Well Loved and Well Used” saga: Part 1″ (by anon)|  Part 2*  

The wives catch them watching porn*

Family and friends’ Opinions no. 3 (Roger and R!Reader)

The boys walking in on their wives watching or reading something smutty*

The talk about when they pass away (triggering and sad tbh)

The wives have a health scare

Riding Brian on the couch*

Drumstick action with Roger

Roger has a Daddy kink* (open your eyes people!)

Roger discovering R!Reader has a Daddy kink*

Brian and B!Reader’s reaction to R!Reading accidentally calling Roger “Daddy

Roger cumming inside his wife when they’re trying for a baby*

Dr May slip up*

Other friends

Telling stories of Freddie and soothing the boys

B!Reader jealous of Kerry?

Sex life* (Roger)

The clogs

Sex life* (Brian)

How they celebrate mother’s day

Roger and R!Reader’s tattoos

The first time Brian walks in on B!Reader dancing in the kitchen

About B!Reader and R!Reader

The boys’ reaction to their wives getting hit on in front of them

C*ckwarming* (Brian)

Would Brian and B!Reader film videos of themselves*

Is R!Reader musical?

Adam Lambert’s opinion on the girls

How they sleep together

Did they get kinky after the kids were moved out?*

Did Rufus ever hit on or go out with R!Reader?

How kinky does dom brian get now that the kids are a college?*

Morning person/night owl/moody teen

The worse fight between Brian and B!Reader

Did Rufus use his younger siblings to pick girls up?

How B!Reader takes care of Brian and the twins when he gets sick

How the boys cuddle when they want physical contact

Taking a yoga class with Brian*

Who initiated their first kiss* (But this includes Harry and Jazz!)

How the boys react to missing their families on tour

what would going to the cinema with present Brian be like? 

Does bri and rog mind choking during sex?

How many speeding tickets does Max end up with?

Tumblr’s reaction to the boys dating someone younger

Do the wives ask to look through photo albums with them?

Films with Brian

Do the wives recognize the borhap boys from their previous works

Brian catching B!Reader singing while cleaning

The biggest fight between Roger and R!Reader

Brian and B!Reader’s reaction to Roger shooting at Jellyfish 

Kids Stuff

Baby Names Time!

Max Taylor has a youtube channel

The May twins

Siblings

The kids on their older dads

Jazz’ dating life

About Freddie May

Kids: photo album

Giving the kids the talk

Giving the kids the talk (but it’s Roger grossing out Max)

Kids: Asking questions

The kids go as extras for BoRhap

Friends

The twins get tattoos 

Harry May has a Crush on Jazz Taylor, pass it on

Lullabies: the kids’ fave songs as babies

How Harry gets his own youtube channel

Max Taylor’s YouTube Channel: playing “Who Knows Harry Best?”

Telling the kids about Freddie

Who taught the kids how to drive 

Freddie painting Brian’s nails before a tour

Brian being strict with the twins

The kids dye their hair

About the May twins 

Traditional Trip to Disneyland

Do Harry and Jazz get together?

Adam’s reaction when Freddie came out to him

How the kids defend their parents

Who do the kids go to for relationship advice?

Why Freddie had to stick up for Harry

Did the twins have any big arguments?

The kids taking care of their mum while their dads are away

Handling the kids going away

How the kids react to papa going away on tour

Rogers reaction to his daughter dating Brian’s son

Freddie’s pets

Max Taylor’s YouTube Channel: collabs

The twins do a switcheroo

Max Taylor YouTube Channel: KarPool

Max Taylor YouTube Channel: Reading thirsty tweets with Freddie and Harry May: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3.

Freddie May on Sex Education |  His role

Brian’s Slip Up

What it was

How it goes down

The pegomastax ask

How the boys take it

Did they actually....?

How Brian Rebuilds his relationship with the twins

How hard was it on Brian’s older kids?

R!Reader and Roger’s reaction behind the scenes

Does B!Reader shy away from Brian?

Repercussions on Brian slapping Harry

How Brian reacted to Jimmy’s words

Does Brian get depressed when B!Reader distances herself from him?

Anita on the matter

B!Reader and Brian are out for lunch after she gets back and the woman Brian was with shows up at the same restaurant

The twins reacting to finding out their parents saw the woman Brian cheated on their mum with

The Fans on the cheating + Adam’s opinion

Did Brian and B!Reader go through counseling?

R!Reader’s reaction to Brian’s cheating

How things got back on track

Smut n angst “piece de resistance” 

Social Media Edits

Twitter no. 1 |  Twitter no. 2 |  Twitter no. 3 |  Twitter no. 4

Fanning over going to see Queen+AL | 

Jazz Taylor teases boys no. 1 |  Jazz Taylor teases boys no. 2 |

B!Reader being a cool mom no. 1 |  

Traditional Trip to Disneyland

B!Reader and R!Reader’s insta

“What If’s” aka AU’s from the Original Storyline: 

How R!Reader and Roger got together

Cheating on Anita?? Take 2

Anita’s reaction to Brian cheating

The boys’ reaction to their SO’s families not being supportive

In the 70′s or 80′s

Last Edited on June 2nd 2019.

* Means smut/NSFW stuff.

[littleliv1]

Good Company- Brian May One Shot

A/n: this is for one of my favorite fic writers @rogersben, everything Nadia writes is gold. Please read them!!

Summary: After being married for a few years, Brian and reader decided to start trying. They find out they’re expecting! But expecting what?

Warnings: mentions of sex, lots of love(:

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First trimester

The first three months for you were awful, to say the least. This took place around July. Who knew pregnancy could be so brutal? Then again, growing a life inside of you can’t be too pretty. Brian was so happy when you told him the news, he cried, and kissed you and then your belly immediately. You started to cramp really bad. So bad, it felt like severe period cramps. They got so bad that you went to your doctor, who calmed your nerves when she told you it was 100% normal and that everything was okay, the heart beat was as strong as ever and the baby was growing at a normal rate. So going home, you were happy. And the cramps stopped after that. Brian started to play piano, singing to the growing fetus. But while the cramps were gone, the morning sickness monster was no friend and was merciless. But Brian was always one step ahead of you, always made sure you fell asleep with your hair back so you wouldn’t have to worry about it when you got up in the early hours. But he still woke up before you, making some warm tea right as you got up to throw up. He also brought you some water. He caught on to your cravings and sudden dislikes when it came to food or scents, and made sure you had what you loved the most and god forbid anyone come near you with pickles. The smell of them disgusted you. The whole band was acting as if it were their baby. They began to spoil you, treating you to fancy desserts and choco-banana smoothies because for some reason that’s all you wanted. You constantly worried about the health of the baby, because you knew the first trimester is where most miscarriages happened. “My love, dearest, please stop stressing,” Bri said, rubbing your belly while you laid on the back pour him with him. Looking at the stars always calmed you both down. “I read a pamphlet that said a mother can experience a miscarriage from intense levels of stress. Our baby will be okay,” He said, reassuringly.

Second trimester

Before you knew it, you were going on your 16th week of pregnancy. And boy was your baby growing. As nervous as you were, it felt like your baby knew and wanted to calm your stress by growing as much as it cold to prove how well it was doing. You would find out the gender in a few short weeks, and do a gender reveal at a Christmas party. You wanted to wait later to find out, so you knew what it was for a fact. “You know,” Bri started, as he fed you grapes. “I Think its a girl,” He said. You smiled, chewing on one, taping your fingers on your chin, resting your elbow on the kitchen table. “I think it’s a boy, I can feel it,” you said, rubbing your small bump. You were showing more and more every week, but since you weren’t and never have been the skinniest girl in the world, your bump still wasn’t too big. “Mmm no, I think at a girl.” He said stubbornly, popping a grape into his mouth. “And what if it’s not?” You asked, as he fed you another. “Then I’ll teach him how to treat a woman. You should always hold the door open for them, and always tell them yes. Unless you should say no, then you say no.” He said, laughing at himself, and that made you laugh. “But I think it’s a girl. And if it is, she will be just as beautiful as her mother. As pure, as perfect, just like her mother. As funny as her daddy, as musically inclined as him as well,” He said, adjusting his imaginary bow tie, earning a laugh from you.

A few weeks go by, you’re five months, and it’s the early Christmas party you all had planned. It was the whole band, Miami was there, your parents, the bands’ parents and siblings, so much love in one room. The party was so much fun, lots of food, and cuteness. You an Brian decorated the house for everyone. You insisted you go all out this year, because you may not next year with a new baby. Everyone sat in the living room, as you brought out a tray of Christmas cookies, and Brian brought over the big box from underneath the tree. His dad whipped out a brand new camera to record this moment. You had a tally of what everyone thought the baby was. Half and half it seemed. They counted down from three, and on one you both opened the box as pink little balloons and paper flew from the box. You all were so happy. A little girl, someone who you could give your wedding dress to, someone who you could teach to do her hair and make up. Your baby girl. Brian picked you up, spinning you around. “Oh my love, I told you! I was right!” He sat you down, kissing your belly. After the party was over, you were in a sports bra and yoga pants, rubbing lotion on your belly on the balcony looking at the sky. You were told it helped with stretch marks. Brian came up from behind you, rubbing some more on it for you. He placed warm kisses on your neck. Your belly was nearing huge on a scale rating bigness. “I love you, (y/n). I love you and this baby girl. More than anything. More than my music, more than the sky, more than my clogs, and you know that’s saying something,” he said, causing you to slightly giggle, placing your hands on his as he rubs the lotion in. “I love you, soon-to-be daddy,” you said, closing your eyes. “Watch it, missy, last time you called me that, this happened,” He said pointing to your belly, making you laugh harder.

Third trimester

You were downright huge. Valentine’s Day was just around the corner. You were out with Mary and Veronica. “Holy cow, (y/n)! You look like you’re pregnant with an elephant!” Mary joked. You laughed looking down. “I really do,” you said. “I don’t even think I was that big when I was pregnant,” Veronica said. “I appreciate you guys coming with me. What is a near full term woman supposed to wear for Valentine’s Day and still look sexy?” You asked, walking the streets of London. “Anything for you girl. You said you have your underwear picked out, let’s talk dresses that make the girls pop.” Veronica said, Mary staring at your belly. “How do you even have sex with a watermelon between you?” She asked, making you laugh. “Haha, it’s easier than you think. A lot of side action, sometimes you have to get creative.” You all spent the whole day shopping. You started having Braxton Hicks during this time in your pregnancy. It wasn’t anything new. Brian knew how to help, and that was to rock your hips side to side, and most importantly for him to make them seems like no big deal. The less of a deal he made about it, the less stressed you were. You felt safer. That is, when your due date neared, the contractions continued. You had gone into labor, but you were at 2 cm for 27 hours. As soon as you were about to go in to be induced, your water broke. Brian, staying calm, grabbed the hospital bag. “Ready to have a baby?” He asked you, looking into your eyes. You nodded, smiling as he placed a kiss onto your forehead. “Let’s go have our girl.”

[oohlovergirl]

Say You Won’t Let Go [ROGER TAYLOR x READER]

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Word count: 2749

Summary: It’s your and Roger’s anniversary, and you reminisce on your relationship and history with him. 

Contains: FLUFFINESS

A/N: This is my submission for @queens-n-roses 2k writing challenge (congrats on 2k! (Except I think you’re already on 3k now!!)). This fic is inspired by James Arthur’s Say You Won’t Let Go. I hope you enjoy! Also: I want to apologize in advance for the typos!

You wake up to kisses to your face, your neck, your shoulders. You let out a tired laugh before blinking the sleep from your eyes. Once you finally open your eyes, you’re met with Roger next to you in bed.

“Happy anniversary, beautiful,” he says. 

“Happy anniversary, love,” you whisper back, stroking the hair out of his face. He closes his eyes at your touch. The soft morning glow made by the gauzy curtains, the birds chirping outside, and Roger’s comforting presence make you feel at peace, and you revel in the quiet morning. 

The silence is broken by small footsteps rapidly approaching your room.

“Hi Mummy!” your daughter says. She stops when she sees Roger, her eyes lighting up. 

“DADDY!” she yells, jumping onto the bed and into his arms. Roger was gone for two weeks for a business trip, and she was asleep when he came in last night. 

“Hi Princess! I missed you!” Roger says, peppering her face with kisses. She shrieks, swatting him away. “Hey, I got you a present,” he says in a stage whisper. 

“Really?” she asks, tiny hands gripping onto his shirt. 

“Yeah, you wanna go see it?” he asks while getting up.

“Yeah!” 

“It’s in the garage.” And then she’s sprinting out of the room. 

“What’d you get her?” you ask with a quirk of your brow and small smile on your face. 

About two seconds later, you find that he got her a new bike. A two wheeler bike, actually. And now you’re currently leaning against the front door wrapped in a fluffy robe with a cup of coffee in your hand as you watch your husband try to teach your daughter how to ride the bike. Watching them makes you feel… nostalgic. Perhaps it’s because of your anniversary, but you start thinking about you and Roger, and just exactly how you two got to the place you are today. 

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Your eyes glowed at him, and he felt an unfamiliar feeling tug at something deep in his chest. 

“Who is that? Roger asks Brian under his breath, slightly tilting his glass towards you. You’ve been eyeing each other for what seemed like hours. From the moment he arrived at the party, actually. Watching you in that long black dress with the thin straps and the low back. The way you cross your legs and how you lick the drink from your lips after you take a sip. The way you laugh at a joke your friend tells you in your ear. You, watching him in his dark sunglasses. The way he smirks into his glass. The way he looks at you as if you’re the only girl in the world.

“Oh, that’s Y/N,” Brian replies. Feeling like he’s had enough of watching you from afar, he downs the rest of his whiskey, slams down the cup on the bar counter, and makes his way over to you. You watch him with a smirk as he approaches, bringing your wineglass up to your lips. 

“Hello, I’m Roger Taylor,” he says, hand outstretched. 

“Hi Roger Taylor, it’s nice to meet you,” you say, gently grasping his hand. 

“I didn’t catch your name?” 

“That’s because I didn’t say it.” He smiles.

“Y/N, my name is Y/N.” You look over his shoulder to see your friend waving at you to go. “I have to go, but it was really nice meeting you, Roger Taylor,” you say before standing up, shimmying your dress down as it rode up, and walking down to your friend. And before you reached your friend, you turn around and blow him a kiss with a wink. He smiles to himself, heart beating a little faster than usual. 

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You guys meet again at another party. His eyes immediately landing on you when he arrives. You look the same as he saw you last, sitting in the back with a wineglass in your hand. This time wearing a red dress. 

And then a few drinks later, he finds you gripping his hand as you guys make your way out of the party. 

He feels as if his heart is soaring out of his chest, and you both are chasing after it, your hand gripped tightly in his, weaving in and out of the bodies in the crowd. You tilt your head back and laugh, your other arm reaching up, finger tips trying to reach the sky––reaching up and taking hold of his heart. And he never wants you to let go. 

He’s brought home so many girls. But this time, it feels different. 

He slams open the door and immediately pushes you up against it, mouth already on yours in a frenzied kiss, a little sloppy as you’re both intoxicated, but neither of you care. Too intoxicated with the feeling of one another. The way his hands grip your hips, fingers calloused from years of drumming rubbing at the exposed skin of your waist. The way you tug slightly at his hair, the way your lips feel so soft on his. 

He taps your thighs, signaling for you to jump, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You bump foreheads a little, and you break off the kiss with a giggle. You feel him smiling as he presses his lips to your neck. 

You two fall into his bed. He hovers over you, hips pressed into yours, lips sucking a dark bruise onto your collarbone.

“Rog,” you say in a breathless moan. He stops to drop his head onto your chest, groaning. At how beautiful you are. At how much he loves the way his name falls from your lips. You wrap your legs around his hips and roll over, so you end up straddling him. He smirks up at you, hands coming to rest lazily at your hips. You grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up. He sits up to help, pulling it up and completely off of himself. Reaching a finger down, you trace his collarbones, his abs. He shivers, exhaling sharply. 

“Where did this come from?” you ask, skimming over the thin white scar on his hip. He looks down. 

“Bar fight.” 

“Bar fight? Tisk tisk,” you tease.

“I was seventeen! And the guy was an asshole!” he says defending himself while laughing. 

“How’d you get that? Looks pretty serious.”

“He sliced me with a beer bottle after I threw a tomato at him,” he says, his eyes crinkling. 

“Wait you threw a tomato at him?” you ask, incredulous. 

“Mhmm, when he grabbed the beer bottle, I grabbed the closest thing next to me and just hurled it.” You burst out into laughter, falling onto his chest. He wraps an arm around your back, burying his face into the crook of your neck, and you can feel him laughing as well.

And the previous actions cease. You’re on your sides, facing each other, hands propping up your heads. Both of you now too involved in talking about your lives. Childhood stories. First kisses. Favorite movies. His time in his band. Your family. 

But in the middle of him telling you about the time he pranked Brian, you’re hit with a wave of nausea. You gag, slapping a hand over your mouth before hurtling out of bed and into his bathroom where you promptly empty your stomach into his toilet. By the time you’re done and dry heaving over the bowl, you notice Roger behind you, holding your hair out of your face while rubbing soothing circles on your back. You wipe your eyes before turning around and giving him a small smile. He smiles back. 

“Let’s get you to bed, love,” he says softly as he holds your shoulders, leading you to his bedroom. He puts the covers over you, turns off the lamp on the bedside table and is about to leave (to sleep in his guest bedroom), but you stop him with a hand on his forearm. 

“Can you stay with me?” you whisper, eyes already half-closed. His throat is dry, heart tight in his chest. 

“Yeah,” he clears his throat. “Yeah, of course.” 

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You and Roger have been seeing each other for a few months now, having become really close friends––who also hook up sometimes (a lot of times). He just met you for some breakfast as he spent a night at your place after you called him at two a.m.

“Morning mates!” he says with a big smile as he walks through the studio doors. 

Brian narrows his eyes at him from his perch on the sofa. 

“What?” Roger asks.

“You smell like a vanilla candle exploded on you.” 

“I spent a night at Y/N’s,” Roger says nonchalantly, not even looking up as he’s busy tying his shoes. 

“Are you two dating? I’ve never seen you so interested in a girl for this long.”

“Thanks Bri, you make me sound like a right dick.”

“It’s true!” Brian says with his hands raised. Roger sighs. Because it was true. He’s never been this interested––hell––he’s never felt this way about any girl before. Ever. 

“I don’t know. She makes me feel––she makes me feel whole,” he mumbles. In any other situation, the rest of the boys would have teased him for being so cheesy, but this time is different––this statement felt really serious. Really real. And so they just sit there in silence. Brian’s brows furrowed, his lip pinched between his fingers. John has a small smile on his face as if he knows something that everyone else doesn’t know of. 

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“Hello, gorgeous,” a brunette man says, sitting down at the bar stool next to yours. You look up from your drink, not interested, but he seems nice and he was easy on the eyes. You wouldn’t pursue anything more with him other than this flirty banter.

But what you don’t notice is that Roger watches you with narrowed eyes from his seat on the stage, hitting his drums just a little harder than usual. Brian looks over from his guitar playing. 

“Settle down, Rog,” he says with a frown. 

Right when the last song ends, Roger stands up quickly, so quickly that he knocks into one of the cymbals, and stomps off the stage.

“Hey, Y/N,” he says coming up from behind you as he grabs your waist. You jump a little in surprise. 

“Hey Rog,” you say, confused as he wraps an arm around your shoulders almost protectively.

“Who’s this bloke?” he asks with a sneer.

“This bloke is a very nice man named Edward,” you say. 

“Oh––I’m sorry––I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, sorry,” he says before excusing himself from his seat. You whip your head around, face burning. 

“Outside,” you hiss before stalking towards the exit. 

“What the fuck, Roger!” you yell once you’re once outside. 

“What?” he asks, feigning innocence. 

“You can’t––you don’t get to be like this,” you say with a sigh––the unsaid words hanging in between you two. And his voice gets stuck in his throat, conflicted between telling the truth and hiding behind a joke. 

“I––I––that guy seemed like a dick,” he mumbles. 

“Yeah, but that’s my decision to make!” you say, throwing your hands up. 

“Why are you like this?” you ask, but you know. You want him to say it. A pause.

He stays silent. You scoff and feel tears prick at your eyes, disappointment tugging at your heart. 

“You know what, Rog, you are selfish. You’re a selfish prick. I’m gonna go home. Call me when you stop acting––when you figure out what this,” you wave your hands around, “is.” 

“Wait––Y/N!” you turn around, and he grabs your face, pressing his lips onto his. And even though you’ve kissed him multiple––too many times to count––this one feels different. 

“I’m in love with you Y/N Y/L/N. And I want to be more than friends––more than what we are right now.” You smile, grabbing his face gently. 

“I love you too, Roger.” 

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He walks back into the room with two mugs of steaming tea. And he stops in the doorway. Seeing you, sitting on the bed, hair messy, eyes still puffy with sleep. The light streaming in from the window encompassing you in an ethereal glow, he knows this is it. He quickly grabs the small box from the shelf next to him. 

“Y/N?” You turn to him, and you see him on his knee. Your heart stops. 

“I love you more than anyone and anything in the world. You’re my best friend, and you’re the love of my life. There is no one else I would like to spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me?”

You nod, speechless and don’t realize you’re crying until you feel the tears run down your face. And you climb out of the bed, your legs getting tangled on the comforter. And you stumble into his arms. 

“Yes,” you whisper. “Yes!” And he lets out an exhale, laughing. Tears pricking his eyes, and he clears his throat. 

“Did you just use two of your song titles while proposing to me,” you ask through sniffles, slightly muffled as your face is pressed into his shirt. 

The next day, you announce it to the band at dinner. 

“Welcome to the family, Y/N,” Freddie says with open arms. 

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You blink, and you’re back in the present. Mind focusing once again at the scene in front of you. 

“Daddy, I’m scared,” your daughter says, voice trembling, hands white knuckled on top of Roger’s. 

“It’s okay, Sweetheart, I got you.” 

“Promise you won’t let go?”

“Promise I won’t let you go.” 

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So I finally watched Deadpool 2. long post. very... very... very long.

back in 2009 my then 7 year old sister really got into avatar the last airbender and I hadn't really watched it but I had to share the tv with my four sisters and honestly between the kids television and disney sitcoms it was a breath of fresh air, and for a year and a half we would wait for reruns of episodes we hadn't seen yet. avatar was the show that got me into fandoms. alas, time passed and by the time korra was playing we'd moved to a different house and lost cable tv because the stepfather refused to pay child support and we were on a one parent income. we didn't really do anything together anymore either because I was in high school now. but then she got super into comic books. and I mean SUPER into them. especially harley quinn and deadpool. so when they announced the first movie and suicide squad we had both collectively lost our shit in excitement. alas, mom said she wasn't allowed to watch it since it was rated R and she was only 14. so one late february afternoon I was gonna take her out to see a movie. I told mom we were going to go see zoolander 2. in the car, I looked at her and said

we're not watching zoolander

and she screamed

and we watched deadpool

AND IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME

anyway more time passed and I heard that a second one was coming out and I wanted to do the same thing but that didn't happen and I lost my chance to see it in the theater. and then as I got enraptured in transitioning and working and a whole bunch of other stuff I just never got around to it. I did watch all of the supporting videos and trailers and stuff though. anyways, my sister (yes the same one) just rented it on dvd from a video store and watched it with her boyfriend today (actually yesterday but shut up), so I just sat down to watch it after work and

It

Was

...

a little disappointing at first, don't get me wrong. there were a lot of plot contrivances and I LOATHE fridge stuffing. I literally made a joke, "if she dies I'm gonna be mad" and then BOOM she fucking died and I was so pissed off I almost just turned it off. but I decided fuck it might as well watch the whole thing. it was a huge step forward from a technical perspective and all of the cinematography was on point and I could tell david pulled his a-game and did so much better than tim did (sorry tim, I love mass effect 2 and scott pilgrim if it's any consolation) and felt so much more fluid of an action movie considering the man did john fucking wick. of course ryan was fantastic too, as he always is. everyone was great: rena, tj, karan, leslie, BRI AND KUTSUNA-SAN, zazie, and stef's voice plus the cgi crew. also I always love terry crews, bill skarsgard, matt damon, alan tudyk, and the two seconds that brad pitt was on screen, even if their appearances were for comedic effect. I wasn't really sold on julian though but he's a newcomer on the scene and he did pretty well for all intents and purposes. I could tell which scenes were filmed first thought but this isn't a scathing attack on a child's acting abilities. I'm just angry that the actual plot for getting to the end was so weak, that they're aware and had ryan lampshade the fuck out of it, and the last half hour was such a trip.

okay so first of all how in the FUCK did sergei figure out who deadpool's secret identity was, track down wade wilson's apartment, get a hit crew together, and make his way downtown in the amount of time it took dopinder to drive wade home, wade and vanessa to bang, and them to start watching a movie? oh yeah sure there's nothing saying that their talk about his daddy issues was the same day let alone the same hour as the previous scene except for the simple fact that there was no fucking indication that any time had passed. either way, someone fucked up, and it was for the sole purpose of fridging ness to cause wade manpain. although frankly the only thing I hate worse than killing off the previous waifu for the next is breaking them up for zero reason whatsoever from out of nowhere (or doing both: if you do both then you're no better than paul blart mall cop 2 and that movie is a steaming blight on humanity that's only saved by perfectly syncing to pink floyd's dark side of the moon album). and to be fair THEY ACTUALLY USED THAT AS A PLOT ELEMENT AND MADE ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND HAUNTING SCENES I HAVE EVER SEEN IN A MOVIE. and also a hilarious one. so that sucked at first but then redeemed itself later. I'm still a little salty that he killed francis for nothing. MORE ON KILLING LATER.

(actually upon reflection maybe wade didn't hide his secret identity at all so it's perfectly reasonable that sergei just went after him but that would awaken a whole swathe of problems like why the fuck are wade and ness livin in the middle of the city full of crime and shit??? and more on that later)

dopinder killing his rival in love. come on now, that's just unrealistic. dopinder is too fucking incompetent to successfully murder anyone who isn't a pedophile. MORE ON THAT LATER.

the suicide. I can understand going out with a bang but are we supposed to believe that wade bought all those barrels, wheeled them in, and arranged them all and never once thought "well gee maybe I'm overreacting a little bit"? okay, he was depressed and not thinking clearly, but he was constantly getting drunk, doing coke, and god knows what else. he somehow didn't have the clarity to not kill himself but had just enough to arrange such an extravagant death? yeah yeah I get it, rule of funny and cool, and I can forgive it because it's deadpool, but god damn it that's really lazy (AND GODDAMN IT THEY EVEN ACKNOWLEDGE IT TOO. ITS LIKE THE ROYAL RAT AUTHORITY BONFIRE HERE). it's also indicative that weasel and colossus and dopinder are just bad or at least distant friends. and at least althea has an excuse being that she can't see. but as for the other two? bruh he is suicidal and unstable as hell. the last thing he needs is SPACE. but well maybe he hid it well, like kurt cobain, robin williams, chris cornell, chester bennington, okay writing this sentence maybe that actually does make sense. fuck.

negasonic thought that wade "flamboyant pansexual" wilson was lesbophobic? what? I understand it was for a joke but like come on now. surely she'd know that wade legitimately wanted to fuck colossus but wouldn't because he loved vanessa. lesbian gaydar works well, okay? then again the writers are not lesbians so I mean they can't be faulted for not grasping the raw power lesbians exude. (and if there's canonical evidence negasonic is actually bi, the same rule applies because wlw solidarity and stuff). and that's more than made up with the interactions between wade and yukio. whom I love and would die for. she's delightful and I hope she gets plenty of screentime in DP3. (also lmao 'pinkie pie from my little pony'. the real pink pony would be proud)

now, I get that this is purely because of license issues and budget constraints but THE WHOLE CONCEPT OF THE X MEN COEXISTING WITH THE PEDOPHILE HOME AND THE ICE BOX IN THE SAME UNIVERSE IS SO FUCKING ASININE. even if I made concessions for everyone being dead despite the timeline being fucked up the ass without lube, and admitting to never having watched literally any x men movie past X3 and yes that means I've not seen origins, japan arc [wait shit yukio's in that WTF SONY], first class, days of future past, apocalypse, or logan so I'm not an expert on the field but like. FUCK. I know there's jurisdiction, things change, erik is away and charles is dead (I think) and logan is dead (I know), and there's six whole movies I'm lost on, but jesus christ, none of that segment had any work done to make sure it was logical. so here we're supposed to believe that colossus and negasonic took wade as a trainee in the X Jet to Allegorical Racist/Homophobic And Literal Pedophile Central to... do what, exactly? What was the fucking plan? Because it sure as fuck looks like the plan was to distract him enough to force the Devil May Cry (sorry but I see DMC I either think of the rap duo or the game series) to haul him off to fucking prison to the fucking nth power. Colossus who seems to be the head honcho and sole decision maker of the X Men just stood by and watched until bullets started flying. Was he recruiting? Was he the damage control? Was he the cheap plot moving device whose sole reason for showing up at Essex was to punch Wade out before he killed headmaster touchykids allowing for the hamfisted climax? Clearly if we were to derive any conclusion from this circlejerk we have to assume that not only Colossus but the entirety of the XMansion just don't give a fuck anymore, or that it isn't important to make sense because hey this is a Deadpool movie so fuck you for using logic. Excuse the shit out of me for being confused as to what the fuck actually happened, because if Colossus is willing to let Wade get thrown into prison for killing a pedophile but he's not gonna TAKE ACTUAL LEGAL ACTION AGAINST ESSEX HOUSE FOR TORTURING MUTANT CHILDREN FOR DECADES (Domino admitted to it being the same when she was a kid), either it's just a Public Relations nightmare to not let the Run-DMC haul him off, Essex is a legal powerhouse on the same level as the Westboro Baptist Cult with lawyers up the ass, or they changed a lot of shit from the trailers and cobbled together what they could from what remained (which is the most likely suspect because Bedlam and Shatterstar had scenes in the trailer where they were not dead and were actually fighting with Wade and Domino). Regardless, the scene however dumb and nonsensical was necessary I guess, and established Russell/Firefist as a character. I'm still gonna be pissed about that in particular but HOLY SHIT is that stupid. But that's not all that's stupid. More on that later.

Cable's motivations are grief. His hypocrisy is understandable. Killing kids is wrong so I'm gonna kill a kid so he doesn't kill other kids. Why doesn't Russel deserve life? Because he's a mutant? Wow, Thanos is racist AND mutant-phobic! In all seriousness though, all Cable had to do was nothing to prevent his family's death. If he had stayed in the future, nobody would have broken Russel out so there would be no way in hell he'd have killed the headmaster let alone everyone else he did. Although according to the laws of time travel, the timeline Cable came from was the timeline that he went back in time and did everything exactly the way it happened up until Wade took that bullet for Russel. Because that's the moment the teddy bear lost its bloodstain. Because literally not a goddamn thing changed the course of history up until that exact moment, THAT IS THE EXACT FUCKING MOMENT IT BUTTERFLY EFFECTED ITS WAY TO HELL AND BACK. Cable's dead family is a direct result of him going back in time to kill Russel to save them and failing miserably. And god I love time travel paradoxes UGH I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH. We have to assume Cable failed and that's why he succeeded. THATS SO FUCKING STUPID.

And you know what else is stupid? Wade made it back to New York after breaking out of DMC. How is that stupid? Well, first of all, the facility wasn't looking for THEIR MOST DANGEROUS INMATE. Black Tom said it himself, Wade is the toughest cunt in there. Although Juggernaut is way more powerful but whatever. More on that later. Anyway, the facility got the riot back on lockdown despite Cable decimating most of the staff, and got everyone in line enough to get them to start convoying to the more secure location. Did they see that Wade was missing and decide "hey, fuck it, what can the literally most unkillable man in the world with the most enormous boner for revenge in the universe POSSIBLY do to us who forced him to slowly die of cancer all over again in a hell prison???" Fucking stupid. Even dumber is the actual X Men themselves not giving a shit that there was an attack on the ice box which is apparently Mike Pence's wet dream, not lifting a finger to so much as offer assistance TO ENSURE THE SAFETY AND REHABILITATION OF ALL OF THE MUTANT INMATES, or even so much as being like "hey guys is Wade doing okay dying from cancer in your Guantanamo Bay?". And dumber still than that is Colossus deciding that Wade deserves to slowly die of cancer since he killed a pedophile who abused a kid so bad he used his powers for destruction and murder and evil and eventually became one of the most deadly sociopathic murderers in the fucked up future world, rationalizing it because Wade broke the rules of being an X-man by killing, even though Wade didn't wanna be an X-man in the first place. Colossus dragged Wade from his suicide directly to the X manor to get his body healed, forced him along to a mission he didn't wanna be a part of, and then punished him for killing a pedophile by forcing him to die slowly from the cancer while getting the shit kicked out of him by convicts. AND THEN WADE APOLOGIZED TO COLOSSUS? ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL HERE? WADE WAS SUICIDAL AND COLOSSUS FORCED HIM INTO PRISON. Bad friend, 0/10.

Seriously, a queer military vet with ptsd and a fucked up past replete with daddy issues who developed cancer and was then tortured by a shadow organization went on a revenge spree followed by a murder spree as a mercenary, and expressed that he's a violent psychopath who won't hesitate to murder sex traffickers or pedophiles or people who threaten his girl, and watched said girl (the only good thing in his fucked up life) die right in his arms immediately after his life was about to go in a good direction and start a family and probably give up all of the murder business and just be the best dad in the world and give a good life to someone to make up for the one he never got himself, did a cocaine bender, and literally committed suicide. But his godforsaken mutation wouldn't let him die, so he couldn't even see his Vanessa again. He clearly has severe clinical depression and needed a FUCKING MENTAL HOSPITAL STAY, not being shoved into a planless feeble attempt to get him to join the Xmen (using him for an extra hand for missions), and he was allowed to BRING THE GUNS, and he was confronted with a physically and sexually abused CHILD with mutant powers he probably didn't ask for that ruined his life and got him sent to Essex, a BIG KNOWN HOTSPOT FOR PEDOPHILES, and he has a big problem with sex criminals (oh yeah and the girl he loved so much he killed himself when she died? sex worker with a life full of being sexually assaulted herself. let alone the fact that wade has been sexually assaulted as well). You take a queer, mentally ill, suffering man and push him past his breaking point, and let him bring guns to a pedophile nest, HE IS GOING TO KILL THE PEDOPHILES. Colossus is a fucking cunt in this situation in every single conceivable fashion. He dragged Wade out of the frying pan, and out of the fire, and into the fucking woodchipper, before stepping on him. The situation is so far behind fucked up that I don't even think the crew fully grasp the full gravity of the situation described. But I digress.

Things weren't all bad from this point on.

The recruitment was funny and full of people. Dopinder's reaction at Peter was amazing and I love him. Domino was fucking phenomenal and I loved her. I knew that everyone else was dead from the moment I saw them, though, but I still loved them anyway. Brad. fucking. Pitt. Great action scene all around. Josh Brolin is just the baddest of asses. Murphy's law is supreme.

Juggernaut's reveal was well done. Still dumb but not quite "AHM THE JUGGANAUT BITCH" dumb. Cool dumb. And then he Megatron'd Wade which was even cooler. I thought Russell joining him was a little dumb but it was quite a callback. Although it begs the question: Wade knew it was foreshadowing something and he knew that Juggernaut existed but he just isn't omniscient and the inconsistency is driving me fucking bonkers. This isnt the Deadpool of the comics. This is the movie Deadpool. And while I do like it I can't say it's without flaws. That's ok but still annoying as fuck. And then more flaws.

It's stupid that Colossus would react the way he did when he learned Wade was back. Well if Colossus was moping about because an entire convoy of mutants literally fucking died except for Juggernaut (PROFESSOR X'S BROTHER IN THIS CHRONOLOGY) and Russell, that's even dumber. If he learned Wade was back at that moment then he's not even paying attention to anything considering Deadpool was out and about. Negasonic and Yukio didn't look too surprised to see him. Lazy writing, lampshades, whatever, blah blah who even fucking cares.

The heroes show up just in time. Shocking. But of course if they didn't it'd be a boring movie.

The action scene was FANTASTIC. It balanced four different fight scenes all at once. Why Jug didn't rip Cable in half like he did Wade I won't ask, maybe because he's half robot I guess idk. Still, Wade/Cable, Domino, and Colossus kicked ass, and Russell's advance to the headmaster was beastly. Julian's acting wasn't the best and neither was Eddie's but I got what they went for and HOLY SHIT THE SCENE IS SO CHILLING, especially for queer youth. Bryan Singer could only dream of that level of subtle analogues.

I thought it was dumb that Cable was all like "if Russell kills then he'll be an evil monster since killing is wrong" even though literally every one of the people there have killed several people that fucking day. Cable killed many, Wade killed many, Domino killed many. Granted they killed mostly pedophiles but they also killed a lot of DMC people & innocent civilians (accidentally). But again he was grieving so whatever.

Negasonic and Yukio had their moment too, I just wish there was more. But that's what the threequel is for. WE WANT MORE LESBIANS!

Wade has balls, I'll give him that. Where he kept that power nullifier I'll never know. [also... fuck that noise. they just have a collar that turns off mutant powers? ORORO WILL HAVE A FUCKIN ANEURYSM. and marie will have an orgasm. for once in her life. hahaha references]. But it was still a great scene. Russell is actually a really good character, if he is a bit Woobie, Destroyer Of Worlds. But I like that trope. Simon from Cry of Fear is one of my favorite characters in that respect; sympathetic even to the very end if he kills Purnell and Sophie (god that monologue is so haunting... "have fun cleaning my brains off the wall. FUCK YOU."). He's basically just a mini Wade but a mutant first. And it allowed Wade to have a defining character moment.

And what a moment. There's a quote that was said about The Princess Bride that I feel works here. It was about the Inigo fight with Rugen. "A comedy is only as strong as the moment when it stops being funny." And the moment when Inigo stabs Rugen, and says "I want my father back, you son of a bitch." is just permanently etched in my mind because the entire movie you watch with a smile up until right at that moment. And when Wade finally bites it, you think "oh, he'll just wake up again and make another joke" but he doesn't. He doesn't move again. He shows up on death's door. And you hear the acoustic version of Take On Me. And he walks through the fog door, and he's got his skin back. He did it, he's finally reunited with Vanessa. And Cable looks away, and you start to piece together where they're going with it, and he goes back, and you wonder wtf is this, and it returns to the present day and Wade digs in the wound AND PULLS OUT THE SKEE BALL TOKEN HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS OH MY GOD THATS THE COOLEST SHIT IVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE JESUS CHRIST ON A STICK.

THE ENTIRE ENDING SCENE IS SO ICONIC.

And the whipped cream on top of the sundae is the headmaster getting creamed in the middle of his tirade. And then Dopinder's reaction is the cherry.

After that it kinda does the sappy ending which is fine for what it is. And then it brings in all the fourth wall breaking time travel shenanigans, drenching it in sap and Ryan Reynolds' brains.

The music is just OH MY GOD amazing. Yeah there's the pina colada song and skrillex and celine dion and ac/dc and enya and pat benatar and peter gabriel and cher and steve miller and for some reason diplo/french montana/lil pump but THOSE ARE ALL ACTUALLY REALLY GOOD OKAY???

The movie is chock full of amazing lines.

The fights are all really fluid and visceral.

The cinematography is always on point.

The plot formula is shaken up a little bit.

Several pedophiles die incredibly violently.

ITS A REALLY GREAT MOVIE, FOR REAL.

I'd literally say it's better than the first one.

All of the plot contrivances in the first half are negligible and are barely even problems unless you overanalyze them too much. Like I do.

And I also watched all of the extras... Celine Dion is such a good sport, really, and honestly kind of a dork and super endearing and I love her honestly and think she caught too much flak for being a) a woman b) popular c) in the worst 'romance' movie ever made tifuckintanic god I hate that movie so much despite loving kate winslett, leonardo dicaprio, and james cameron as much as I really loathe to admit it. And Ashes is a really good song.

And I never thought I'd say this but... Lil Pump has really nice flow. I really kinda hope he isn't the dead one. I despise French Montana but I love Sia and by extension Diplo (because LSD), and the song they did for the movie was... bad. But I'll probably be checking out Lil Pump soon.

And anyway the winter solstice mtv unplugged acoustic version of take on me? Beautiful.

I enjoyed this movie a lot, despite the nitpicks.

Thank you Canada. 🇨🇦