#oh my fucking god I finally got that dot thing in the autocorrect

[modern-inheritance]

A Note: Arya doesn’t remember any of what happened while she was in the Dream State, only bits and flashes of the initial probably handful of hours as she got ‘settled’ and mapped out what was what, and then the chaos of trying to wake up after Brom touched her mind as a ‘hey you brain dead?’ nudge and found her alive but struggling to leave the dream state (which is why it’s so dangerous to trigger it on purpose).

She only starts to remember small pieces of the Fäolin-thing and what went on during that particular part after Glen brings her to the gravesite that they laid Fäolin at. Which, due to a very distressed Glen’s intervention, is not in his home village, but is in the meadow where he and Arya met as elflings. Glen was extremely insistent that they bury Fäolin and grow his tree there, because it was as close to Arya as he could be without her body.

…Glen’s always been a wingman, he’s a very sweet type.

[just-my-sickly-pride]

Tell Me || Brian May x fem!Reader

summary || a casual phone conversation with brian, your fwb, takes a fun turn.

rating || explicit (18+). do not read if you are under eighteen. sexting, phone sex, some dom/sub dynamics (dom!brian), brief mention of a theoretical threesome with roger.

word count || 2.4k

author’s notes || i know i’ve been quiet for a while, but here’s the next instalment of the try series! if you’ve been following the series at all, i’m sure, after you finishing reading this fic, you’ll be able to guess what the next part will involve 👀 if you don’t follow the series, all you need to know is that reader is in a fwb arrangement with both brian and roger (separately).

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     It wasn’t the first time you and Brian had started getting hot and steamy over text. It was never intentional, not ever, but it had happened a couple of times before. A casual conversation started getting a particular edge, and both of you teased that edge more and more, testing the waters, seeing if things were really going the way they seemed to be.

    One of you always made the leap, of course. It was usually you – you liked the thrill of it. You knew Brian would respond positively, but there was always the moment of have I read this wrong? that you thrived off.

    This time, it had started off as a conversation about The Great British Bake-Off. Sure, not your proudest hour. Your roommate Lucy had been watching it in the living room when you’d ventured out of your bedroom to get something to snack on.

    u ever watched the great british bake off? you asked Brian.

    He’d responded soon after. Why do you always ask me the most bizarre questions out of the blue?

    answer me, coward.

    Yes, I’ve watched it. Why?

    just curious. lucy’s watching it. You dug a packet of slightly stale cookies from the pantry, and headed back to your room.

    Fred and John love it, so I’ve seen a few episodes, Brian sent. It’s all right, not my favourite, but it’s fun to watch with friends. Better than a lot of other cooking shows, if I’m honest.

    maybe fred and deaks should make their own cooking show, you typed, smiling to yourself.

    You got comfortable on your bed. You knew you were going to regret it later when your sheets were filled with cookie crumbs, but that was a problem for future you.

    I don’t think so, Brian said. The whole show would be John doing all the work while Freddie just sat and watched. That’s usually how their cooking adventures go.

    that could so work as a show, you protested. I’d watch it.

    You’d watch anything.

    ur such a tv snob.

    You’d said it just to get a rise out of him, and it worked a treat.

    I am not a snob. I just like to watch certain types of shows. Cooking shows and reality TV do not fall under the right categories.

    “”””the right categories”””, you typed, grinning. snob.

    Very funny. You’re absolutely hilarious.

    I sure think so.

    Oh, I’m well aware you think so.

    You scoffed. God, Brian could be a prick. You loved it. better to be funny than a snob.

    Again, extremely hilarious.

    thanks. You added a kissy-face emoji at the end of the word.

    You didn’t wait for a response before moving on. imagine a cooking show with all four of u guys in your flat. it’d be a disaster.

    That’s putting it mildly, Brian replied. Roger and Fred would probably burn the place down, between the two of them.

    could I be a guest on the show? you asked. I could wear a cute outfit with an apron n everything. a lil summer dress. I’d look cute as hell.

    You’d probably accidentally help burn the place down.

    You gaped at the phone. Bastard. rude! I’m pretty ok at cooking thanks!

    No, I didn’t mean it like that, Brian said. I meant that you’d probably be awfully distracting in your summer dress and apron.

    You paused, thinking of how to reply, feeling your fingers start to tingle just a touch. Toe the edge. I’d bring a new meaning to the word hot. both physically and literally, bc I’d be burning alive from the fire caused in the kitchen.

    Maybe I’d have to make sure the others are out of the house. You know, less people in the house means less chance of accidents happening.

    You bit your lip. just u and me in the kitchen with a camera then?

    You saw Brian typing, but the three dots vanished for a few seconds, then reappeared. Finally, his message: I suppose so.

    Now you were at a crossroads. Did you steer it back into safer waters, or take the leap?

    You knew the answer. As if you’d pass up the opportunity. u could bend me over the kitchen counter, you typed. keep the camera rolling.

    You could tell in the way Brian took a little longer to respond that he hadn’t expected your boldness so suddenly, and your heart was leaping in your chest as you waited.

    Now that’s a show I’d watch.

    A giggle bubbled out of you. yeah, me too.

    Anything in particular you’d like to see?

    You set your cookies aside. It was go time. I think I’d keep my cute outfit and apron on. think I’d want u to take me by surprise, push me over and hold me down.

    I’d like to see that, too. See you gasping and trying to break out of my grip.

    You’d have to hold me down tight, you said. I can get out pretty easily if ur not holding me down well enough.

    You know I’d hold you down tight, Brian replied. Push up that dress. Are you wearing anything underneath that dress?

    nope.

    Fucking knew it.

    I’d be so wet already, you said. Your breathing had sped up, and you moved your thighs together. you fucking me like that would be the only thing I’d be able to think about the whole time we’re cooking.

    I’d be able to fuck you with two fingers right away, Brian said.

    Your breath caught.

    I’d make you come on my fingers twice, just like that, holding you down, Brian added. You know, seeing as it’s for show. Want to make it good.

    Your whole body felt warm. tell me how you’d do it, you typed.

    I’d be gentle at first, Brian said. Just playing with your clit, fucking you with my fingers. I’d feel you clenching around them. You can be really needy like that.

    You were typing one-handed now; your hand slipped under your shirt, your index finger stroking back and forth along the skin just underneath the underwire of your bra.

    I’d just keep going like that, Brian sent. At first, you’d like it, but then you’d get desperate.

    I’d want u to fuck me harder, you replied. I’d be begging for it.

    I’d make sure you’re begging, Brian said. But I’d take my time. Really drag it out of you.

    it’d take me forever to cum, you typed. Your hand smoothed down from under your shirt to inside your shorts, skimming along the band of your underwear. but it’d be worth it. my legs would shake and I’d barely be able to stand up.

    And it’s only after you come all over my hand that I’d start finger-fucking you hard, Brian said. You began touching yourself over your underwear, just lightly, sighing in anticipation. I wouldn’t let you take a break from your first orgasm, either. 

    I’d be begging u to stop, you typed. but we both know that I wouldn’t want u to. I just wouldnt know how to handle it. I’d be trying to get away from ur hand, squirming against the kitchen counter, but u wouldn’t let me go.

    And I’d keep going until you came again.

    I’d be exhausted by this point, you said. if I thought I could barely stand up before, it’s nothing in comparison to now. u don’t even have to hold me down anymore, I’m just slumped over the counter.

    Your hand slipped into your underwear, and you started touching yourself. Your whole body felt hot, and your legs instinctively spread further.

    And that’s when I’d fuck you, Brian said.

    You’d be so hard by now.

    I would be. I’d grab you by the hips to hold you up, and slide right into you.

    I’d be so loud when u fucked me, you sent. you’d fuck me so hard my hips would be bruised the next day from hitting the edge of the counter.

    You’d feel so tight and hot around me, Brian said. Fuck, the thought of you desperately trying to grab something for stability on the counter, but not being able to find anything…

     I’d be completely helpless, you typed. It was difficult to type with one hand – especially when you slipped a finger into yourself – so you were praying that autocorrect didn’t let you down. would u let me cum?

    I’d make sure you come well before I do, Brian replied. So you’d have to just deal with it when I keep fucking you, even after your body is begging me to stop.

    You moaned, and pushed in a second finger, pumping them rhythmically. Jesus Christ, Brian was filthy. I’d want nothing more than to just feel u cum in me, you typed.

    Oh, you’d feel it, Brian typed. I’d make sure of that.

    are u jerking off rn?

    Yes. Are you?

    yeah. feels so good. want you to fuck me just like that.

    Just say the word.

    You couldn’t take it anymore.

    I have to call u I’m gonna call u, you typed out as quickly as you could with one hand. You waited until he’d seen the message – very impatiently – and then called him.

    “Hi,” he said casually, but his voice was rough and desperate.

    “Fuck, you’re evil,” you growled. You let out a moaning gasp, feeling yourself clench around your fingers. “Oh, God, Bri.”

    “Tell me what you’re doing,” he said. You could hear the sound of him jerking off, and it only made you wetter.

    You moaned. “I’m touching myself.”

    “I know that already, Jesus. Tell me.”

    “I’m– I’m fucking myself with my fingers,” you said shakily.

    “How many?”

    “Two.”

    Brian breathed out heavily. “Only two?”

    You took it as a cue, and pushed in a third, letting out a whine, your hips curling up against your hand. “Th– three.”

    Brian moaned, and you’d never been more turned on in your life. “Keep going, fuck yourself nice and deep,” he said.

    As if you were going to stop. “I wish it was you,” you said. “Want you to stretch me out.”

    Brian moaned again. “Christ, you’re gonna kill me.”

    “You’d fill me up so good,” you panted out, rubbing your clit now, and your hips jerked. “You always make me feel so full, Bri.”

    “I’d fuck you so good,” Brian said. “Tie you up, leave you spread out for me, then I’d fuck you s– so hard until you were bruised, mark you up so nice for me, make your skin all red until you were begging for it, you’d come so hard on my cock, fuck.”

    “I’d scratch up your back until you were bleeding,” you said breathlessly. You were so close to orgasming. You could feel it, just out of reach. “Cover you with bite marks. You could fuck my mouth with your fingers while you fucked me with your cock. You’d come in me so hard you’re seeing stars, and I’d just keep you inside me until you were hard again so you could fuck me again, feel your come leaking out of me.”

    “Fuck,” Brian groaned.

    “God,” you gasped. “I’m so fucking…”

    “I’m so close to coming, fuck.”

    “Same. Jesus, I want you so bad.”

    “Same.” Brian moaned, low and deep, and you just about came from the sound of it alone.

    “I’d let you fuck me all day,” you said. “Just fucking – use me. Fill me up whatever way you want. You and Rog, I’d let you both just fuck me until I passed out. One of you fucking my mouth, the other one fucking my cunt.”

    “You’d want that? Both of us?”

    You moaned. “Yes, I want it so bad.” Your whole body was tensed like a bow. “I’m gonna come, Bri, gonna come all over my fingers, fuck.”

    “Tell me,” Brian said. “What you want from me and Rog. What you’d want us to do to you.”

    “Everything,” you gasped.

    “Do you think about it a lot?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Do you get yourself off thinking about it?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Fuck, God. You’re so greedy, you spend all your time fucking him and fucking me, of course you’d want us both filling you up at the same time.” Brian made a sound. “Ah, I’m so close, I’m gonna fucking come.”

    “Don’t tell me you don’t want it,” you said.

    Brian moaned.

    “I bet you think about it too,” you said. Your heart was thudding in your chest like a racehorse. “I bet you get off thinking about me just being fucked without mercy by the both of you.”

    Brian gasped.

    “Tell me,” you demanded, just as Brian had demanded of you. “Tell me you want it.”

    “I want it,” Brian said quickly, so quickly you almost missed it. “I think about it all the time, I want it so bad. I think about us fucking you, I think about Roger fucking you while I watch, see you all whiny and desperate, just the thought of seeing you watching me while someone else is fucking you–” He cut himself off with a choked-off moan, and you knew he’d come.

    You were overwhelmed by what he’d said, and within a few seconds you were coming as well, pulsing around your fingers, crying out.

    You just listened to each other breathing heavily for a few seconds, wrapping your heads around what had just happened.

    “Damn, Brian,” you said with a laugh. “Didn’t know you were into voyeurism, you big ol’ perv.”

    “Shut up,” Brian said, his voice warm with amusement. “Only in theory; I’d be far too possessive in real life to ever follow through. And weren’t you the one talking about getting fucked from both ends?”

    “Might’ve been.” You wriggled your hand out of your underwear and shorts, and reached for a tissue on your bedside table.

��   “That was… good,” Brian said. “We should do that more often.”

    “What, fucking once or twice a fortnight isn’t enough?”

    Brian huffed a laugh. “I meant in lieu of fucking. If our schedules don’t match up. Good to know it’s an option.”

    You hummed, wiping your hand on the tissue. “Maybe it should be a conference call.”

    “What?”

    “With Roger.”

    Brian snorted. “Ah, no. Not likely.”

    “What if Rog and I filmed our own little cooking show and I sent it your way, what would you think of that, hm?”

    “Wh– It–” Brian spluttered. “The things I said in the heat of the moment don’t necessarily reflect what I actually want to happen in real life.”

    You weren’t convinced. “Sure,” you said lightly. “But I mean, if–”

    “Wait, shit, sorry, I have to go,” Brian cut in. “I forgot John ordered Thai for us all, and I think it just turned up, and I’m…”

    “Covered in come?” you offered. “That’s fine. Go. I’ll talk to you later.”

    “Yeah, talk soon. Bye.”

    “Bye.” Brian hung up, and you dropped your phone to your chest.

    Well, you certainly had plenty of new fantasies to play with next time you were in the mood.