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Clementine - Tommy Shelby
Written for my lovely @runnning-outof-time – congrats again on 3k!! I loved the flower garden theme paired with the song "From Austin" by one of my fave singers Zach Brian. This turned out sadder than intended, but I'm not sorry for it. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: A flower garden, their own piece of heaven for Tommy and (y/n) before the war forces them to part ways. A flower garden that may force them to cross paths again, eventually.
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, public sex, mentions war, mentions death of a child, mentions death of a loved one, angst, this is quite sad.
Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!widowed!reader (2.7k words)
“Quiet.” His voice echoed through the night, eyes focused on her frame. He had his hand stretched out for her to take, watching her struggle with her naked feet and the dirt covered seam of her dress. “On the count of three.”
Tommy began to count, tightening his grip on her hand before he pulled her up, helping (y/n) onto the stone wall. Both were heavily panting, sitting in silence for a few seconds before Tommy shot her an excited smirk. He jumped down from the wall, swallowed by the blanket of darkness lingering around them, momentarily leaving (y/n) behind.
“Come, I’ll catch you.” Tommy’s words encouraged her, forcing her to deeply exhale before she jumped into the dark abyss, squealing into the crook of his neck as he caught her, pressing the young woman against his chest. His scent engulfed her, reminding her of tobacco, of tea, and of the melancholic feeling of being homesick.
(Y/n)’s insides churned, caught in her thoughts. Tommy would leave in a few days, one with hundreds of men that were urged on by the need to defend their home country, ready to die amongst other soldiers. But none of them understood the severity of their situation, none of them truly understood what it meant to die for their country, not taking the shadow of death following them around seriously.
“Don’t cry, we still have time.” His rough voice rang in her ears, eyes forced to meet his piercing ones. Tommy’s soft thumbs wiped away her tears, eyes flickering down to her lips before he pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn’t the first time Tommy had kissed her, and certainly wouldn’t be the last, and yet the kiss didn’t taste of love and longing, no, there was a bitter off-taste to it, once again reminding (y/n) of their fleeting time together.
He parted from her with a sigh, fingers interlaced with hers as he started pulling (y/n) along. She couldn’t stop her eyes from wandering, admiring the flowers blooming in the garden, hands tingling to reach out to them, wanting to cherish their beauty. The flowers would wither before he’d return, petals falling to the ground like soldiers left to die on the cold warfield, and yet (y/n) found some kind of beauty in the thought of vanitas, in the transience of life.
“Do you remember the first time you brought me here?” Her question was met with a laugh rumbling through Tommy as they came to halt in the middle of the garden, finding shelter in the veil of night's darkness. He pulled her in once again, forehead pressed against hers, reminiscing in the memories of their past years together.
“You were so scared they’d find us, could barely pay attention to the flowers.” It had been years since Tommy had first sneaked into the garden, climbing the high walls because of some bet with his brothers. A drunken joke that had guided him into this small piece of heaven. The night he had brought (y/n) here for the first time, he had made a silent promise: one day he’d be wealthy enough to gift her a garden this rich of exotic flowers, of scents only those with enough money would be able to recognise.
“I am glad you brought me here that day.” A smile tugged on her lips, weight shifted onto her toes to kiss him. The kiss was slow, not rushed by their fleeting time and the adrenaline thumping through their veins, wondering when or if they’d ever be caught trespassing, both were caught in the moment, needing to feel one another before their eventual goodbye would force them to part ways.
Tommy’s hand toyed with the buttons of her dress, slowly popping them open one by one, not able to stop his smirk from widening. As the last button was opened, she dropped to her knees, eyes staring up at him with a dangerous glint swimming in them, hoping that he’d follow her down to the cold ground. The grass stroked along her arms, trapping her in a field of safety, finally succeeding in making her forget about the future laying ahead of them. For a few moments she was wrapped in the sweet scent of the flowers, of the clementine trees growing around them, a scent forever etched into her memory.
“I love you, and I always will, even if it’s the only thing I can promise.” Tommy murmured the words into the night, hands disappearing beneath the fabric of her dress, shuffling her underwear down her legs. She was soaked, dripping for his touch, not wanting to waste any time on touches she’d forget within the passing moments, clinging onto the emotions the upcoming minutes would push through her body.
“I love you too, Tommy.” He fumbled with his trousers, freeing his cock before he spat into his hand, pumping himself a few times as (y/n) wrapped her legs around his waist. Both moaned in unison as he connected their bodies, sinking into her tightness like a sailor arriving back home after months away. There was no time to hold still, to admire the beauty she had exposed to him, no time to kiss every part of the body he’d dream of when his nights grew darker.
Tommy fucked her into the cold ground, leaving marks on her hips with his tight grasp, hoping that his hands would mould against the shape of her body. Her moans left his heart racing, selfishly praying to whoever was listening that no other man would ever manage to make her feel like this, even though he had made his peace with the realisation that another man will eventually warm her bed. If there was one thing he wouldn’t ask her to do, it was beg her to wait for him, he wasn’t as oblivious as the other men his young age, knew well enough of the danger war unleashed upon those fighting for their country.
Her walls fluttered around his cock, begging him to push her over the edge, needing to let go with his name burning on her lips like a salty breeze whispering secrets. Tommy buried his face in the crook of her neck, teeth grazing along her skin as his hand found her middle, shuffling the fabric of her dress up to her waist. Her bundle of nerves pulsed against his thumb, begging him to pick up the pace of his movements.
Curses rumbled through (y/n) as she came, letting go with her eyes squeezed shut and her back arched off the grass. Her mind tried to grasp onto the moment, hoping that she’d never forget about the highs Tommy pushed through her, making her tremble beneath him. And as he followed her down the edge, releasing himself inside of her, walls painted white, she felt her thoughts slowly slipping, drowning out the sounds of the night, only focusing on him.
……
The mansion was quiet, only the sound of (y/n) turning the pages of her book could be heard, filling the study. She had her eyes glued to the words, reading yet another novel her husband had brought home months ago, hoping to see a smile tug on her lips. (Y/n) was deep in thought, sucked into the story as if she was living through it herself, seeing the characters all too vividly.
She jumped in her seat as the sound of somebody knocking on her door echoed through the house, eyes forced away from her pages. From her seat near the window she could hear the hurried steps of her maid, moving towards the door to greet the men (y/n) was expecting. Once again her eyes wandered back down to her pages, trying to finish the last words of the chapter.
Her maid called her name, stepping into the study with a polite smile lingering on her lips, murmuring a soft “They are here” towards the reading woman. And with a sigh leaving her, (y/n) closed the book, tugging on her dress to shake off the wrinkles. Her eyes found the garden laying to her feet, a place once filled with loving memories she was now running from.
The sound of someone clearing their throat forced (y/n) to turn towards her guests, freezing as her eyes found an all too familiar pair of blue eyes. She hadn’t known who would come by to talk about the property, had trusted her neighbour’s words, promising the woman that he knew just the right person to buy her mansion. Tommy’s name left her, spoken into the quiet study like a whisper leaving her in the depth of the night.
“(Y/n), it’s good to see you again.” Even though his eyes were all too familiar, his voice had nothing comforting to it, not soft like it once had sounded, rather rough, similar to the cold gaze he now wore to stare her down. “Is your husband around? I was told he was looking to sell the property.”
“My husband’s dead, Thomas.” Wrapped in a thick silence, the two stared at one another, eyes only breaking their contact as Arthur pushed past Thomas, opening his arms for the woman he had once loved like a sister. The hug made tears well up in her eyes, clinging to the man she had known ever since she had been a child, the man whose wellbeing she had prayed for.
“I’m sorry about your loss, love.” Arthur squeezed her hand before he stepped away from her, allowing her glassy eyes to find Tommy’s once again. He had pushed a cigarette between his lips, blowing out a thick blanket of smoke before he took a step closer, and another, sinking down in the chair she had been sitting on minutes ago.
“Why are you trying to sell this place?” Her insides screamed at her to move closer, wanting to feel Tommy’s hands pressed against hers, and yet she didn’t dare move. (Y/n)’s trembling hand wiped away her falling tears, deeply exhaling as she was trying to find the strength to reply, thoughts running wild. It had been years since she had last seen the two of them, years she had spent waiting for their return, and yet the relief of seeing them again had never come, not receiving one message from Tommy.
“It’s too big for me, I have no need for so many rooms, and the flower garden is too much for me to care for. There’s nothing left to stay here for, I’m leaving for America next Saturday.” Tommy seemingly tensed at the mention of the garden, eyes wandering to the window. It took him a moment to snap into motion, to rise from his seat and to walk up to the doors leading out into the garden. She watched him step outside, silently following with Arthur lingering behind.
“You never wrote to me, not one single letter. We were waiting for you to come back to us.” (Y/n)’s murmurs were swallowed by the deep exhale leaving his pale lips, finishing his cigarette with a tired expression lingering on his features.
“We?” A whisper quiet as the night he had last brought her to the flower garden, filled with nothing but memories and confessions. Tommy started walking, slow enough for her to follow him, allowing her to watch him take in the blooming flowers, fingers darting out to stroke along the colourful petals. (Y/n) averted her gaze, heavily swallowing as she stroked her hand along the fabric of her dress.
“We had a little girl. Clementine Shelby, at least that’s what she should have been called.” Her throat began to tighten up, heart breaking in her chest all over again, overwhelmed by the pain clashing through her. Tommy didn’t reply, he stared at her with dilated pupils, begging her to keep on talking, to tell him of their daughter’s fate, not expecting her next words to rip his soul from his fleshcage, evaporating into nothingness like the love he had once clung to. “Her lungs were weak, ever since she was born, but I had hope that we’d find some safety away from the city, away from the constant fear, and the news that kept growing worse. But her lungs weren’t made for the cold, she died before she could even try to begin to understand the love I had for her. My husband took good care of her, of us, but god, Tommy, it wasn’t supposed to end like this.”
“You were engaged by the time I came back, I knew he’d give you the peace you deserved, the love you needed. The war has changed me, it has changed us all, I have no love left to give. People ruin people, I don't want to ruin you. Not you. But if I had known-” Tommy shook his head, eyes finding the grey sky above. Tears welled up in her eyes once again, arms crossed in front of her chest to try and keep her sobs bottled in, not wanting to break out into a fist of cries in front of Tommy.
“You always thought I’m some damsel in distress you had to shelter from the world outside, some porcelain that would break if you’d grasp it too tightly. For God’s sake, Tommy, I may have married him, but not because I wanted to, but to help my parents survive with the little money they had, to help our daughter. I would have left him the second you returned to us.” The tears kept falling, no longer caught by her trembling fingers, struggling to keep on breathing as he turned towards her, watching the woman in front of him crumble.
No words left the man as he pulled her into his chest, holding her close like he hadn’t done in years. She sobbed, choking on her breaths as he held her, eyes squeezed shut to bite down the pain spreading through his body, cursing himself for ever leaving her behind. Tommy Shelby was a selfish man, and yet his try to protect her from himself had been anything but selfish, at least not to him.
“I once promised you that I will always love you, and I never broke that promise. You deserve better than this, something I can’t give you, and if I’m honest, I always knew that I won’t be able to provide you with what you deserve. It was selfish of me to hold onto you for so long, even before the war.” Tommy’s confession made her tremble, hands tightening their grip on the fabric of his suit. It felt like all those years ago, another goodbye that had once ripped her heart in two.
“Look at me, Tommy.” Her whispers filled the morning, eyes taking in his frame, the empty eyes of his, filled with fear, with confusion, and that biting uncertainty. Her trembling hand cupped his warm cheek, pulling him in for a kiss. “Return to me, to us.”
“I love you, (y/n).” He pressed a kiss against her palm, eyes fluttering close to relish in the moment. With a step back Tommy parted from her, sparing the crying woman one last glance. And even though he knew that there was a chance for him to return, to make it back home eventually, Tommy knew that he’d never get to feel her lips again, that he’d never be fortunate enough to cling to her with loving words spilling from their lips ever again.
“I love you too, Thomas Shelby.”
He squeezed her arms before he stepped back from her, clearing his throat to let go of the memories flushing through his mind, “We’ll buy the property, it will be in good hands. I promise.”
She watched him turn from her with glassy eyes, making his way back into the house, where Arthur had been watching the two. Tommy disappeared from her eyesight, a ghost of old times, fading like the flowers that would be laid to rest once autumn made itself comfortable in the garden she’d never step foot in again.
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Brian May x Fem!Reader
Actress Name - A/N
When news reached Brian about the making of Bohemian Rhapsody, you were interested. You wanted to see how to portrayed him, and who would be the young him… and you were slightly curious if there was going to be someone who’d play the young you.
You were more than well known. You’ve been Y/N May since the 70s! You were a relative crucial part of Queen and Brian’s life.
When Brian got sent the script, he didn’t say anything. He flipped open to a page and merely handed it you.
Y/N May
You would be in the movie! And quite a journey that was. The actors did a wonderful job recreating a lot of the scenes and concerts.
And something even more interesting, meeting Gwilym Lee. He was a striking image of young Brian. He learned to talk like him, stand like him, make the same gestures and learned to play the guitar like him.
What made everything that much more uncanny, the young actress playing you and Gwilym were seen falling in love the way you and Brian did.
It was clear that it was no longer just a friend thing. Gwilym was seen flirting, trying in any way to touch her.
“Have it noticed it, darling?” You asked one afternoon on set.
They were spending a few hours going through rehearsals for the Live Aid performance.
“Noticed what, Y/N?”
“Look at him. Gwil and that young lady.”
Brian looked up to the stage and noticed Gwilym talking to the A/N. She was leaning back against the piano, wide smile and laughing at whatever it was that the charming actor was saying to her.
“She’s much like you.” Brian said nonchalantly.
“Exactly what I’m saying. That girl is head over heels for him. You should ask him about it.”
Ask about it, he did. A/N was called off the Live Aid set to go film something else so Brian went to Gwilym.
“Hello, Gwil.”
“Oh hello, Brian.” Gwilym lay the copy Red Special down in his lap.
“I had question. An inquiry, really. Do you fancy A/N? You seem to be getting close.”
Gwilym’s face went a shade of red. “Uh, A/N and I are good friends. Nothing after that.”
“You know, that’s what I said about Y/N. She and I have a similar story to you and that young woman. I think it’d be a wonderful thing should you take her to dinner.”
“How is this like you and Y/N?” Gwilym was trying to steer away from the topic, and Brian knew, but he’d entertain him.
“She and I met back early in the 60s. Wow, such a long time ago. She was an actress back in university and I was to take part in her student film. I, much like you, Gwil, was doing whatever I could to garner her attention, like you are now. We got married in the 70s, when Queen was such a small thing.”
Gwilym smiled and tucked his hands into his lap. “I mean I do like A/N but I don’t think she really she really sees me the same way.”
“You’ll never know, if you don’t ask.”
“Thank you, Brian.”
“Of course, Gwilym.” And with that, Brian got up and left. He made his way back to you, explaining the story.
“You told him ours?” You asked.
“It was the only way he’d take A/N.”
Later that month, Gwilym called the house asking for Brian. You passed off the phone but waited next to him. Brian was smiling and said “that’s great!” Before hanging up.
“What happened?” You asked.
“Oh, Gwilym is going out with A/N.”
“How sweet.”
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the rules.
— > by default, considering the nature of this blog, there will more than likely be dark content such as yandere behavior, kidnapping, toxic behavior and relationships, and things like that. if that makes you uncomfortable, then this blog probably isn’t for you.
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— > as of feb of 2024, im only just starting to write for slashers and dbd so bear w me as i get used to writing all these new characters!!
— > please send yandere requests to @unearthly-doting, please and thank you.
— > do not rush me into writing requests! i am a human being and i write on three separate platforms so it may take a bit for me to get around to your request.
— > i reserve the right to ignore and delete any requests sent in if they make me uncomfortable.
— > this blog is a safe space! if you are homophobic, transphobic, racist, sexist, ableist, etc then i highly implore that you leave my blog. you are not welcome here.
— > you can request platonic stuff if you don’t want to read anything romantic!
— > given the potential nsfw content of this blog, coupled with other factors, i would prefer if minors didn’t interact with any nsfw posts. they're free to interact with this blog and any of my other posts so long as it's not nsfw.
— > be as descriptive in your request as you want! if you request an x reader, then please make sure to send in the pronouns of the reader or i will default and make them gn.
— > i also write for the marble hornets character! i do not write for the creepypasta adaptation of masky or hoodie; i only write for tim and brian.
— > i write for just about any and all creepypastas, excluding pokepastas and offenderman. i will not write ben or sally in romantic scenarios. platonic is fully fine, but if you request something romantic for them then i will delete your request.
— > continuing on, i write both janes. and finally, if a character has a canon sexuality [jane richardson; lesbian. jessica locke; lesbian. jay merrick; gay] then i will only accept requests that are nblw/wlw or nblm/mlm for them. this also applies to amanda young and susie from legion.
— > you can request for ships, i don’t mind!
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— > i haven’t been in the [creepypasta] fandom in years so my knowledge may be a bit outdated and i more than likely don’t know any new creepypastas or anything like that so like… feel free to educate me or something if you want. i love learning new things.
— > my inbox is always open if you want to chat or share your thoughts about certain characters! but please refrain from venting in my inbox.
— > i do try my best to be realistic with my writing but sometimes a girl just has to be a little delulu y'know, and that’s okay. i’m embracing that.
WHAT I WRITE.
— > creepypasta/slasher/dbd x reader. [request ex: can i request eyeless jack w a male!reader who has trouble sleeping?]
— > creepypasta x creepypasta. [request ex: can i request ticcihomicidal going on a cute little cemetery date?]
— > headcanons.
— > matchups. [i.e: you describe yourself to me, physical appearance or personality or both, and i assign you with a creepypasta or mh character that i personally think would look cute with you.] [indefinitely closed bc people keep sending them in even when i ask them to stop lol]
WHO I WRITE.
creepypasta/mh: — > slenderman, jeff the killer, jane the killer [richardson + arkensaw], nina the killer [og], homicidal liu [and sully, together or separately], the bloody painter, nurse ann, eyeless jack, laughing jack, hobo heart, ticci toby, clockwork, jason the toymaker, the puppeteer, zalgo, x-vrius, tim wright, brian thomas, alex kralie, jay merrick, jessica locke, uh. others. like i said, i write for like any and all, these are just a few off the top of my head.
slashers: — > amanda young, michael myers, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair, bubba sawyer, thomas hewitt, jason voorhees, sissy [tcmg], johnny [tcmg], brahms heelshire, billy loomis, stu macher, tiffany valentine, billy lenz, charles lee ray, asa emory, jesse cromeans, xenomorphs, baby firefly, otis driftwood, mary mason, candyman, mark hoffman, leslie vernon, pinhead, corey cunningham, quinn bailey, ethan landry, and probably more once i watch more movies nd stuff :thumbs up:
dead by daylight: — > every killer minus freddy and every survivor.
#rules.#creepypasta x reader#marble hornets x reader#slashers x reader#dbd x reader#dead by daylight x reader
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Omg so platonic ofc masky x daughter reader
Idea is he got a gf pregnant when they were super young, made mistake of just leaving. Daughter now 15 ish is caught up with slender and shit unfortunately, prob at the mansion short term 😭 headcanons on how he may act or even how he’d reconnect?
Its an idea ive had for so long, i imagine the mother was terrible and its a factor in her getting mixed up with the creepypastas if youd want to use that info at all
Y’all I love Platonic Dad Tim. Like I really do these ask are always so sweet and creative :)
Thank you for requesting
Platonic Dad! Tim
So one day, Tim knocks up this random girl
And never hears from her again
So, he just goes about his life
However, 17 years later, a new person pops up in the mansion
And she has an uncanny resemblance to Tim
Everyone notices, but nobody says anything
But the look? The resting bitch face? attitude? Brian bet money that you were Tim’s kid
See, when you first arrived, you were in a stolen sports car
Troubled young life, you got yourself into plenty of trouble, and had ended up running away, stealing a nice Camero as you went
You wrecked it, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t fix
Slender found you, took you in, etc
And now you were here
You had your fair share of issues, like everyone else
But it was clear that some of your alined with Tim
Tim doesn’t pay you much mind at first
But then, y’all get paired up for a mission together
And at some point, someone fucked something up, and you went batshit on the target
Beat the hell out of him with a rock, the closest weapon in your reach
Tim noticed and told you that you did good, and that’s when he noticed
You had his eyes
Since then, he takes on a bit of a father role? It took a while, getting close, but very slowly you guys bonded
You didn’t trust him at first
Y’all do lots of father bonding stuff
He teaches you how to grill, you put stupid Snapchat filters on him, etc
You try to fix up your car, struggling a little
So Tim helps
It works great, it just takes a while
So it never gets confirmed that your his child, but it’s pretty obvious
#creepypasta#creepypasta headcanon#ticci toby#ben drowned#eyeless jack#jane the killer#jeff the killer#nina the killer#creepypasta x reader#plantonic tim/masky#plantonic creepypasta
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Honey Bee / Part One (1)
Pairing: Robert Plant x fem!reader x Jimmy Page x original female character
Summary: You've been on the road with Led Zeppelin for over two months now, acting as Robert's convenient little companion. It's now the final night of the tour, and tension has been rising. With the addition of Jimmy's new pretty young thing, you find yourself in a situation that just might take the cake for best night of your life...
Warnings: Heavy drug and alcohol use, a bit of heavy petting, slight objectification, degradation kink if you squint really hard, voyeurism
Word count: 2,756
***I've decided to split this into multiple parts since it would be really long if not, and I wanted to post something. Also, keep in mind that I have quite literally NEVER written Robert or Jimmy before. This is my first time, so go easy on me. I'm used to writing Brian May, who is very different lol***
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He just looked so good.
But so did he.
And so did she.
Maybe it was the coke, well and truly infiltrating my system by this point. Or maybe it was a result of my third whiskey. I didn’t care. All she knew was that I’d never been this high, in multiple senses of the word, as I was that performance at Madison Square Garden back in 1973.
Apparently, they rarely, if ever, brought along a girl from a different country to another. And I held onto that feeling. Knowing that Robert Plant saw something in me that was worth bringing along over an ocean was enough to convince me that I had made the right decision to drop everything at home and take off with Led Zeppelin at the height of their success.
Honestly, I was well accustomed to the rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle by this point. I’d had one or two encounters with smaller bands that toured within the UK by the time I was 17. But Zeppelin was a whole other ball game. An entirely different planet.
I didn’t care that this would one day end and that I’d go back to my dead job at a record shop. It couldn’t be too bad, right? I mean, if I hadn’t accepted that job in the first place, I would have never had the honour of being on this tour with the world’s greatest band at all.
Never underestimate a rockstar’s tendency to visit downtown music shops.
Robert and I had connected somewhat over our mutual interest in the blues. I slacked off my shift to take him to our storage space, just to let him rifle through the records we’d recently received. One thing led to another and I ended up accepting an open invitation to join him on tour.
19 and on the road with Led bloody Zeppelin.
It was their third and final night in New York, which also marked the last show of the tour. There was a subtle sense of anticipation that built throughout the whole tour, and it materialised progressively through the partying; the drinking, the drugs… the sex.
Everything seemed to get more and more intense every night. And, God, did that night take the win by a fleeting mile.
The fact that they had camera crews filming each move that night seemed to trigger something… feral… in the lads’ performance. I never got tired of watching Robert gyrate during Whole Lotta Love. The energy was potent. Like an intoxicating pheromone.
Usually by this point of the show, Robert would have already taken me somewhere backstage to get his fix–of both me and whatever he could get his hands on–during Moby Dick. But this time, I’d been given nothing but a small kiss and a cheeky smirk before he disappeared with Jimmy.
This left Lila and I dumbfounded.
Lila was a young girl who’d recently turned 18, and we met her the first night we were in New York. As per usual, she’d finessed her way backstage and caught Jimmy’s wandering gaze.
The air crackled with energy as Robert and Jimmy returned, wearing matching mischievous grins towards the end of Bonzo's solo. It was a sight suspicious even for those two.
I couldn't resist teasing Robert, smirking as I asked, "What are you up to?"
His dimple deepened, adding to his already endearing charm, even with a missing tooth. His hand caressed my head, sending a shiver down my spine.
"I have no clue what you're talking about, darlin'," he purred, leaning in closer. "Just a bit of light conversation."
"Light conversation?" I chuckled, playfully tugging him closer by his belt. "Why would you need that?"
"Don't you worry, sweet girl," he replied, shrouding his words in mystery. This deviation from Robert's usual character intrigued me, but before I could dwell on it, his lips were on mine, trapping me between his body and the wall.
As he pulled back, his lips brushing my nose, I noticed Jimmy and Lila in a similar position down the corridor.
Robert mumbled, "Don't look at them, darlin'," using his finger to redirect my gaze back to his face. His touch grazed my lower lip, gently tugging it down. "You'll have plenty of time to look at them later."
Before I could question his cryptic words, he winked and withdrew, exchanging a knowing smile with Jimmy before they headed back onstage.
The incident lingered at the edge of my consciousness for the rest of the show, and I sensed that Lila was in the same perplexed state. We exchanged subtle, intense looks, an unspoken desire to ask each other what was happening, yet neither of us dared to voice it.
But in the end, I just wanted the show to finish so Robert could drag me wherever he wanted and do whatever he wanted to me. Watching him, those jeans clinging to him, the stage lights casting a shimmer over his exposed upper half, and his hair flawlessly bouncing with each thrust and jive, had me squeezing my thighs together from the side of the stage.
Being with the boys since the beginning of the tour gave me time to warm up to Jimmy as well as get to know Robert a little more. Jimmy was never on my radar of attraction, but something about the way he carried himself became more and more alluring. Ominous, almost.
Day by day, I became more and more interested in him.
That’s why, by the end of the last show, I didn’t know who to look at. Robert, Jimmy, and even Lila. It was like I’d just taken a hot oestrogen bath with Eros and Aphrodite.
If there was one thing I knew as clear as day, it was that I wanted them. All of them.
And that’s exactly what I ended up getting.
Within an hour, the customary Zeppelin afterparty was in full swing, taking over the entire ground floor of The Drake and spilling onto multiple floors, transforming the hotel into their own personal playground. The trademark mayhem ensued, marked by bleary-eyed revellers and a steady flow of alcohol that left nostrils white and throats raw from the endless libations.
The air was heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and spilled liquor, punctuated by the echoing laughter and slurred conversational cheering of everyone in attendance. The room seemed to sway slightly, the dim hotel lighting dancing off the walls in a hazy, dreamlike aura. Amidst the chaos, I found myself settled on Robert’s lap on a worn, plush sofa, my limbs weightless.
Robert’s features softened under the influence, and he wore a lopsided grin as he leaned back against the cushions, hands sliding up my legs, one on each side of his hips. His eyes, glazed and partially unfocused, held a distant, dreamy look as he gazed out at the revelry around us. I traced my fingertips along the collar of his blouse, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath the silky fabric.
Beside us, Jimmy and Lila were enveloped in their own intimate world. She exuded an irresistible allure as her dark, cascading hair spilled over the arm of the sofa. Her head, delicately poised on the cushiony surface, seemed to radiate nothing but pure admiration for the guitarist looming over her.
Draped over Jimmy’s lap, her supple body was a study in effortless grace, her bronzed skin glowing in the soft, amber light. Her slender, bare legs extended languorously along the expanse of the sofa. The subtle arch of her foot, adorned with a pair of sleek, platform heels, found a resting place on my thigh, the faint pressure a tangible reminder of her presence. One glance, and you could see right up her flowy mini skirt.
“What are you so smiley about?” I asked Robert with a hum, eyelids hooding as I made the cautious decision to shift my hips against his. The steady grip he had on the backs of my knees rose to the bare space between my knee-high socks and corduroy skirt, fingers gripping onto the flesh of my thighs.
“Hmm… you keep lookin’,” he remarked, his gaze momentarily flickering to Lila’s legs before returning to meet my eyes.
I couldn’t help but laugh softly, feeling my cheeks flush with warmth. “No, I don’t,” I protested weakly, attempting to convince him that I wasn’t doing anything of the sort.
His hands gently framed my face, drawing me down closer to him. “No, no, darlin’, you do,” he insisted, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. “And that’s okay!” he added, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “In fact, it’s rather preferable.”
He kept his eyes trained on me as one hand guided my head to turn in the direction of Jimmy and Lila. “She is gorgeous, isn’t she, love?” Robert hummed into my ear. Before I could answer, his free hand slid under my skirt, his long fingers teasing my underwear. My breath hitched in my throat, managing to feast my eyes on Lila’s legs freely.
With a bite of my lips, I found myself grinding into Robert’s hand. We both watched with intent as Jimmy’s hand lowered to find comfort under Lila’s skirt. Her girlish giggle cut through the air, making Jimmy chuckle and shift his gaze down to where his hand was.
He caught our eyes, sending us a smirk, his eyes glazed over and face somewhat flushed. Lila was none the wiser as we observed the guitarist’s petting.
That was when Peter decided it would be a good idea to document the completion of yet another successful tour. Successful if you forget the money that had been nicked the day before, but this was a nice respite from that unfortunate incident.
A rather large video camera nestled on his shoulder, Peter sidled over to us, letting out a rambunctious cheer.
“Ayy! Percy and Pagey enjoying the victorious ending to a triumphant tour!” His speech was erratic, loud, and jumbled. But then again, so was everyone’s.
Lila craned her head back to peer up at Peter and his camera, giggling yet again.
“Nothin’ better than a couple of beautiful birds after a show, eh?” He came closer, switching the focus from me and Robert, to Jimmy and Lila, and then back again. “Look at these two cunts stealing away all the totty.”
“It’s the charisma,” Robert chimed, sending a swift middle finger to the camera.
“Is that so?” Jimmy jested from the side, earning a smack on the arm from Robert.
“Don’t be shy, doll, give us a smile!” Peter put the camera right by my face, where I confidently and playfully stuck out my tongue. “Ooh, she likes to put on a bit of a show, Perce.”
I barely registered that Robert's fingers had found their way inside my underwear, massaging diligently at my soaked arousal, but a gentle prod of his middle finger against my clit caused me to jump a little and a small squeak to fall from my lips. Robert let out a boastful laugh, his free hand pushing some of his hair out of his face.
“Ey, I’m not the one kicking my legs about so everyone can see my pants,” I retaliated in the haze of cocaine, pointing in Lila’s direction.
“Not like you haven’t been enjoying the view, Y/N,” Lila purred, lifting a leg up enthusiastically.
“Ayyyy!” Peter cheered, angling the camera just enough to catch Lila’s actions for the brief moment that she did it. “I’m gonna do my rounds, make sure I get everyone, and I’ll be back here in a few.”
I grinned down at Robert as Peter left, looking down at his hand between us.
“I’m not an expert, but something tells me that you quite like the prying eyes of others, darlin’,” Robert said, keeping up with the movements of his fingers.
“Hmm, and what if I do?” I prodded, tilting my head to the side.
I didn’t get a response, only a hand in my hair and a swift pull downwards, my lips crashing against Robert’s wantonly. I basked in the feeling, my hips grinding down yet again as his tongue rolled expertly into my mouth.
Letting out a moan against his lips, I felt a light stroke on my leg that wasn’t from Robert. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Jimmy’s extended arm, his hand resting around Lila’s ankle and his fingers resting just above my socks. Smirking against Robert’s lips, I held onto his shoulders, deepening our kiss.
“D’ya want some more, darlin’?” Robert murmured, reaching down to retrieve the clear plastic bag from his pocket, the same one he had revealed earlier that night.
My response was a whispered, “Yes, accompanied by a mischievous smile.
He gently guided me off his lap, positioning me on the floor between him and the coffee table. With my back to him, I watched as he leaned over to empty the remaining contents of the bag onto the hand mirror that laid on the table, drawing the attention of those around us.
“Lila?” Robert called, turning his attention to the almond-eyed beauty. Her gaze met his, and her eyes lit up in response to his gesture, followed by a nod of acknowledgement. It didn’t take long for Lila to settle in beside me, with Jimmy sitting upright behind her.
“There you go, my sweet little honey bee,” Robert hummed into my ear, his lips pressing a tender kiss to the side of my neck.
Lila’s delicate fingers trailed over the powdered surface, deftly rearranging the lines into perfect, symmetrical rows. She glanced up at me with a secretive smile, her dark eyes glinting with a shared understanding. The faint scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of jasmine and musk, mingled with the heady aroma of the night.
With the two rockstars sitting protectively behind us, Lila and I leaned forward, each of us inhaling two lines with practised ease. A subtle thrill coursed through me as my back arched instinctively, responding to the tantalising touch of Robert’s hand settling on my hip, his thumb daring to explore closer to where desire truly lingered.
“We’ve certainly struck gold, haven’t we, Perce?” Jimmy’s voice drifted over, undoubtedly revelling in the captivating sight before him.
As Lila and I continued with our indulgence, the sounds of cheering and hollering filled the air around us, the realisation dawning upon us that we indeed had an audience.
And I relished every moment of it.
Still bent over, I looked over my shoulder, catching Jimmy’s lingering gaze. Our eyes met for a moment, and we sent each other a suggestive smirk before I pulled myself up to lean back against Robert.
“Did you enjoy that, darlin’?” he asked with a knowing grin as I raised my arms behind me to rest them on his shoulders. His fingers trailed up my sides, his touch igniting a fire under the thin material of my skin-tight, long-sleeved top. “You think you could do me the honour and let me have some, too?” he asked again with a playful flare.
“Mhm,” I nodded with a hazy smile. But just as I was about to move out of his way, he stopped me.
“No. Stay,” he gently commanded. Smiling smugly down at my confused face, he grabbed a spoon from the table and scooped up some of the white powder, bringing it closer to me. “Head all the way back, sweetheart.” With a deep breath, I leaned backwards, finding myself half-laying across one of Robert’s thighs. “That’s a good girl…”
I gnawed my lip as I felt the cold edge of the spoon under my neck and across my exposed skin. It was difficult to stay in this pose, especially with Lila's hand on my leg. I was beginning to feel the effects of the fervent stares of the crowd, followed by Peter Grant's roaring laughter.
My eyes fluttered shut as Robert lowered his head and inhaled the cocaine straight off of my skin. He dragged his tongue along the residual powder, accompanying his actions with heated, open-mouthed kisses which he swiftly punctuated with a kiss to my lips.
Boisterous cheering and clapping erupted as Jimmy repeated the action on Lila, the intimacy of the moment intoxicating the four of us. With Robert’s hand on my neck, he continued to kiss me in front of the whole room.
“You ready to put on a proper show for the camera, sweetheart?”
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Sherlock Homes 2.0?
Request: Hello I was wondering if I can request killua x detective reader? Basically the reader is extremely smart and has great deduction skills, Very kind and can keep a cool head. If you don’t want to it’s fine and sorry if this is confusing
A/N; dw i gotchu nonnie
TW: Detailed description of a true crime case.
He is so intrigued??
He is kind of jealous of how intelligent you are.
So just to feel included, he does his homework by researching the rarest cases just to talk about them and make fun of you.
Killua: "You know the other day I was reading about the Mary Bell cases,m but it is quite uncommon so I doubt you would know it Y/n~"
You: "In 1968. Bell strangled two young boys in a two-month span. On May 25, 1968, she strangled 4-year-old Martin Brown to death and left a note behind admitting her guilt. Bell didn’t act alone, though. Her friend Norma Joyce Bell assisted in these killings. Two months later, the duo strangled 3-year-old Brian Howe to death. Police reported Bell later returned to Howe’s body to carve an “M” into his abdomen?"
Killua: ....
He is very persistent in finding a case that even you don't know.
He will never admit it, but he is so impressed by you and looks up to so much!
Also your kindness? He makes fun of you by saying "If you are so smart then you already know how the world is, why to be so nice?"
You are one to talk boy.
Much like himself, he likes that you aren'tr very hyperactive and rather calm in crisis, he thinks it is a useful skill because he himself gets distressed.
I hate to say this but somewhere deep inside he feels a sense of inferiority sometimes, like he loves you, he just doesn't feel good enough.
So remind him occasionally!
You: Killua I love you
Killua: *flustered noises* HUH?
Also, he helps you solve cases and stuff, he is an outstanding apprentice.
Thinks it's like a puzzle to him, he is weird don't mind him.
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Library | brian (+hoodie)
brian/hoodie x gn!reader
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in a quiet little town, there was a library. This wasn't just any ordinary library, but a sanctuary filled with books that contained the knowledge and stories of the world. People from all walks of life would come to spend hours in the company of these books, inhaling the musty scent of old paper and ink.
One ordinary day, the library was filled with the usual hushed voices and soft rustling of pages. Among the visitors was a young individual named y/n. With their enthusiastic spirit and insatiable curiosity, they would often spend their free time exploring the vast collection of books this library had to offer.
Y/n found themself in the historical fiction section, scanning the shelves for something new and exciting to read. They reached for a book with an intriguing title when suddenly,
𝙩𝙝𝙪𝙙
they bumped into someone.
𝘰𝘶𝘶𝘶.. exclaimed a voice. Y/n looked up to find a young man rubbing his forehead.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺! 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, y/n said, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
The young man smiled and waved off the apology. 𝘕𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯, 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺.
Y/n introduced themself, and the two struck up a conversation about their favorite books and authors. They quickly discovered that they had much in common, including an undying love for adventure stories and a shared obsession with mysteries.
As they continued to chat, their voices gradually grew.
The librarian kept on telling them to quite down but it was just so hard! Brian was so funny it was hard not to laugh until...
𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙈
They may or may not have gotten kicked out..
But it wasn't their fault! the conversation was going so well so well even that they ended up exchanging numbers to stay in touch.
𝙎𝙇𝘼𝙈
𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒... they through jumping on their bed after the long walk from the library was exhausting, looking at the number on the piece of paper they decided to text brian
He smiled at the text and texted right back before shutting his phone of and making his way throughout the forest. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯? Called out a raspy voice sounding a bit annoyed. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵. Said the hooded man 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 replied the man with the raspy voice while lighting a cigarette and offering one brian or well hoodie, who took it 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘺 said the hooded man 𝘩𝘢𝘩 𝘯-𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆 𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘥! hoodie shook his head 𝘠-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶-𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘢 𝗃-𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃
Hoodie walked after the other two throughout the forest he was silent but he was always silent and observant, he liked to think of himself as smarter then the other two dumbheaded idiots he called "colleges". The hooded man didn't really care for you but brian did and because brian and his alter get along fine he didn't mind you that's why he has too keep you a secret. Who knows what the other two morons would do to you.
Reluctantly hoodie would observe you from afar making sure you're alright sometimes he'd even go meet you instead of brian just to see what's so special about you, you're sweet and funny he'll give you that slightly too chaotic for his liking but oh well you guys became good friends in no time he'll never let the others know of your existence he just has to be careful while hanging out with you.
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Don't grow up, it's a trap - Brian May; Prologue
Pairing: Brian May x Reader
Warning: none
Word: approx 1.3k
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If he knew he had grown up this way.
Perhaps it was preferable to be a youngster who knew nothing except eating, playing, and napping.
People beings grow up in many civilizations. Some are born under a lucky star and are unaware that there is a demon named afflictive and wounded existing in this universe. However, certain persons who were raised. No, it should be called 'lived on their own' 一will have a higher level of immunity than others.
That does not imply their goodness. But it was an essential weapon for survival when facing tough times; it was intended just for anybody like him who lived below the poverty line. It kept on threatening his life, shattering every piece of his bone and cruelly smashing them to the ground. Despite being awake, it seemed like a terror nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.
'Brian May' is an uncommon boy. However, it isn't actually noteworthy. It sounds tricky, doesn't it? But that was his life after his parents' disappearance due to debt, while the whole town was during the world war.
The boy recalled the hectic circumstances at home throughout that extended period of time, and how they remained to be that way, over and over. He nearly lost sight of the definition of happiness and the proper way to smile or laugh.
Delicious food was once the thing on each evening dinner table, but that is starting to change. There were just grilled potatoes obtainable lately, and the soup was given as a side dish to enhance the flavour of the tasteless potatoes that had to be consumed all in one bowl, for the whole family.
He heard his parents arguing constantly, and headphones ended up being his best buddy by default. However, that is not nearly as unpleasant as hearing the creditors' relentless pounding on the door, who appear prepared to burst in at any moment if they are serious about it.
Only in the closet could sixteen-year-old Brian give a hug to his younger sister. With her head pressed against his chest, he protected her even though he was conscious that he wouldn't be able to stop the door from breaking in. After their parents made the decision to disappear without a trace since they had creditors pursuing them. From that moment on, Brian's biggest duty towards his younger sister has been to be strong for her, even when it meant leaving only tears on her cheeks.
Yes, he understands that his parents weren't abandoning him or his younger sister. Nevertheless, it seems that things happened this way because they had to leave this environment. Because his parents are unaware of how creditors would make demands for money if they were there. Which was probably worse than the hammering at the house door, which scared the hell out of him and his sister and made them afraid to leave.
A sixteen-year-old boy whose sole pursuits in life are music and education. To continue living his realities, he had to give go of his fantasies. Give up on the band, put the handmade guitar in the cupboard, and start working a part-time job after school.
For a young boy who had never experienced hardship before, he was unsure about what to do with the remaining money and where it would take him and his sister. However, it was lucky that the uncle next door, who was a neighbour, constantly prepared meals for him. And thus, day by day, he and his sister lived.
'Betty May' is still quite young. Brian does not want his younger sister to have to worry about this. But he had no idea what to do. Because additional money is insufficient, he will soon have to pay tuition. He is unlikely to be able to provide for himself and his younger sister financially. However, requesting a loan from a neighbour, like Uncle David, would be excessive.
Brian sensed he was in trouble. However, seeking assistance from others should be done in moderation.
Humans have a tendency to do dumb things when they feel hopeless. Yes, Brian feels this is the case. When he sat looking at the square screen with his hands on the keyboard in a computer lesson, his friend from the computer science department was overjoyed to show him it was a prototype. He looked like he suffered from a lack of sleep while learning how to use with.
The sixteen-year-old boy stared at it for a moment before writing the tragic tales of his own life on a blank page, and thanks to his highest grade at Imperial College, he had the kind privilege of receiving a tiny article published in the newspapers for the entire city of London, which has at least three million readers per day.
Brian couldn't recall what he had written, and he didn't want to. It might be filled with disappointment in life, what he was excellent at, or the whole agony that has been suppressed in his heart. Asking for help in vain and not knowing whether anyone will respond with a boy who has no idea who they are and no interest in life.
But it wasn't too horrible. When God told him to believe in, 'the miracles' one more time.
Not long afterward, the professor contacted him to schedule an appointment. He said that someone had seen his letter in the newspapers and offered to help with schooling and monthly expenditures, even if it was a small amount. So he asked Brian if he still needed lend a hand in helping, because here was his opportunity.
The boy was dumbfounded by what he had heard. He was thinking about hitting himself in the face once to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Is it truly feasible for somebody to reach out and support kids who do not know who they are? Brian sat calmly for quite some time, and his professor was silent, indicating that Brian, his student, wanted to concentrate.
Brian was still half believing and half unbelieving. It wasn't until he received a cheque with credit to cash at the bank, along with a huge shopping bag with a pair of black and light brown suit-and-tie sets and black leather shoes. He noticed a pair of freshly released flower pattern shift dresses for ladies in other bags, as well as maroon Mary-Jane heels, with a short message and charming calligraphy expressing delight in him and Betty, which the tall boy could guess was from whom.
The boy finally discovered the world wasn't all devils around him. Who were these people? How did the benefactors who saved his and his sister's lives appear? The boy was confident that they were angels. The boy vividly recalls the emotion of the first moment; even the corners of his eyes turned blazing red and his younger sister had to hold and soothe him.
Brian returned to see his professor the next day, this time wearing a new pair of gleaming black leather shoes. After staying up all night wondering, 'Why are the benefactors so kind?', he was keen to find out who the wonderful person was who rescued him and his sister from the demon hordes. Why did they decide to help? Because even if the entire world is full of lack of thoroughness, and depth of character and he is much too young to confront it, that person seems not to be concerned whether the message he has written is a falsehood or real.
As his professor consultant was done with some papers, he smiled softly as he informed his student. "Her name is Y/N..."
Brian fails to control himself; he gasps suddenly with his mouth open and barely knows how to breathe, just because he eventually discovered their name, noㅡ her name.
"Miss Y/L/N. Y/N Y/L/N."
oh hi
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Tabula Rasa: Part One
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Word Count: ~2.1k
Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill
Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated
"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves. We must die to one life before we can enter another." - Anatole France
High school was such a weird era in most of the teams' lives. For Spencer, he was twelve, Pen looked too happy, JJ was the pretty popular jock, Derek wasn't half as muscular as he is now, you were too awkward, and Emily was growing into her goth phase.
Never have you been so excited to look at high school pictures than you are at this moment.
Penelope hacked the records from everyone's high school, with their permission, of course. Emily is sitting at her desk, listening to you, Spencer, and Penelope tease at the gothic look she sported in the 80s.
"It's remarkable. Something like this makes you question everything you thought you knew," Spencer says dramatically.
"Wait, there was a time when this was socially acceptable?" you giggle and snatch the picture away from Spencer.
"Oh, you two are young," Penelope says in a longing voice. "The eighties left a lot of people confused. This is especially sad, though."
"Alright, very funny," Emily rolls her eyes and snatches the picture from you. "What did you do to it? You obviously altered it in photoshop or something."
"Oh, no, pussycat. That's all you. Garfield High, class of '89," Penelope smirks.
"You really didn't change anything?" she mutters.
"Are you saying you don't remember looking like that?" you ask and lean back in your chair.
"Perhaps your lack of recognition stems from a dissociative fugue suffered in adolescence, say, at a Siouxsie and the Banshees concert?" Spencer grins.
Hotch comes out of his office with a distressed look on his face. He was on the phone the entire time, and you're worried about what he might have been talking about.
"What's going on?" you ask.
"Brian Matloff."
"Who is that?" you ask and look at Spencer since he remembers everyone.
"The Blue Ridge Strangler. There were three victims in the Blue Ridge Parkway four years ago. Allegedly, he killed them but he slipped into a coma before he could be tried."
"Looks like they're finally gonna get their chance. He just woke up. I'm going to the hospital."
Hotch hopes that this guy can remember what he did because four years is a long time to break from a case. You weren't part of this team four years ago, so you're not familiar with any of the details like some of your other coworkers.
You and Emily are the only ones in the dark about this.
However, when Hotch got to the hospital, he didn't receive good news. Brian Matloff may have woken up from a four-year-long coma, but he doesn't remember a thing. The doctor says he has focal retrograde amnesia. It's hard to recover your memories from that kind of amnesia, but you have no doubt that your team will try to get him to remember.
From what you read, Brian had a type: brunette, young, and physically fit women. All the victims were jogging alone in the early morning when he grabbed them... allegedly. The only key witness to place Brian at the scene of the crime is Marvin Leopold, but he died two years ago.
Marvin was able to place Brian at the park with Darci Corbett, the third victim. The warrant the police got and the indictment were made largely because of the witness. Everything else is circumstantial, so without a witness, then Brian could walk free.
While Hotch and Cece Hillenbrand, the prosecutor in Brian's case, prep and talk about the trial you know they are going to have, Rossi gathered the rest of the team to go over the case in more detail.
The last known victim, Darci Corbett, had ligature marks on her that seemed to match the last two victims before her. Brian uses a belt as his signature piece, and he takes trophies from each of the victims, which would explain why Darci's watch was missing from her person when they found her.
He'd always bury the victims face down, which is a sign of remorse as if he doesn't want to look them in the face. That doesn't necessarily mean that he knew them personally, just that he regretted killing them. Each of the victims were an opportunity. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, is all.
"After the raid on Matloff's apartment, we discovered he had another area of interest. Native American mythology. We realized our profile wasn't complete," Derek explains since he was there on the original case.
"There's a Native American belief that says burying a body face down traps the soul and prevents it from haunting the killer."
"Is that why he buried them like that?" you ask your boyfriend.
"That's the theory."
"Three women in shallow graves. I don't see any progression. There's no learning curve. Do you think there could have been earlier victims when he was honing his skills?"
"We considered it a possibility," Derek answers. "It turned out Matloff worked in Blue Ridge Parkway for the forest service. He had free reign over the entire park."
"It says here he was raised Polish Catholic. Any idea what led him to identify with Native American culture?" JJ wonders.
"We didn't get that far. Another thing we never got was any physical evidence at his apartment tying him to the crimes."
"What about the trophies he took? Surely they're somewhere," you say.
"We couldn't find them. Question is, what did he do with them?"
"If we didn't need the answer to that before, we do now," Hotch says when he enters the briefing room. "It turns out our star witness has been dead for two years."
"He was the only one who could put Matloff at the scene," Derek sighs.
"There might be another way," Spencer thinks. "He could undergo brain fingerprinting. Essentially, it's the recording and analysis of an individual's neurological responses to images and words flashed on a screen. If we show him pictures of the crime scenes, he could start to remember enough to get a proper trial."
"Only the judge can allow that, and let's hope that she does."
Cece is requesting Hotch to give his testimony in court, and of course, you're going to go. As soon as Brian woke up, the court wanted him in as soon as possible for trial. Cece is a damn good prosecutor from what you hear, and she will try her best to get him put in jail for the crimes he's committed.
Only you and Spencer are sitting in the gallery of people while Cece and Hotch are fighting in this trial.
"We'd like to request that the defendant undergo the process of brain fingerprinting. This procedure will show if the memories of the crimes are present in the mind of the defendant, regardless of whether or not he chooses to recall them," Cece requests.
Lester Sterling, Brian's defense attorney, stands up quicker than you can imagine.
"Your honor, where do I begin? The science on this type of testing is unproven, to say the least."
"In the state of Iowa vs. Terry Harrington, the results were ruled admissible as scientific evidence as defined in congress ruling 702 and in Daubert v. Merrell."
"This is a hail mary, your honor. They have no evidence and they know it. Beyond that, my client is in a very fragile mental state. I can't, in good conscience, let them go poking around in his brain."
"What about that? Is it safe?" the judge asks Cece, and Hotch stands up to answer.
"The test is non-invasive and completely safe. They'll simply be looking at images on a computer screen while an EEG monitors his brain activity."
"Subject him to graphic imagery to prompt some kind of reaction, which they can then point to as evidence of guilt? It's perverse," Lester fights for his client.
"I want to do it," Brain says.
"Just one moment, your honor," Lester chuckles.
He sits back down to talk to him, but Brian stands up to speak directly to the judge.
"Your honor, every day I wake up to this nightmare of not knowing who or what I am. If this test can really help me remember, then whatever the consequences, I want to do it. I have to."
With the client on board, the judge grants Hotch to let him do the tests. The trial is adjourned until tomorrow, so you can rest easy knowing that as of right now, everyone is safe from Brian. Whether he knows or not, you know he's guilty. Your ability runs much deeper than the surface, so you can see the blood on his hands whether or not his brain wants him to remember.
You and Spencer leave the courtroom while Brian is taken away. Cece and Hotch work with the court to get the test ready in the courthouse, and you're just waiting for them to start. You want to be present for this because you might get something that the other won't.
"Dr. Reid."
You and Spencer stop and turn to face the man who is the father of Darci Corbett. You've never met this man before, but Spencer was on the original case back then, so he's familiar with your boyfriend.
"Mr. Corbett. I didn't see you in there. How have you been?"
"Oh, not bad, considering. You aren't buying into this amnesia thing, are you?"
"We're trying to figure that out, sir," you say. "Sorry, I'm agent Y/N. I'm new to your daughter's case, but we're working as hard as we can."
"It's probably something the lawyer thought up. It won't work, will it?" Liam asks, looking back at Spencer.
"We have a pretty strong case."
"Good, that's good. You look different. Your hair is different."
You feel a sudden surge of proudness for your boyfriend. He's the most handsomest man you've ever laid your eyes on, and you're glad others are seeing that.
"It's been four years," Spencer chuckles.
"Right. I forget. Sometimes I feel like Darci's just... It messes with time, this thing. You know? You lose time. You always hear about closure, you know? But you never really know what that means. Maybe now I can get on with things, you know?"
"How is Mrs. Corbett doing?" you ask, remembering he had a wife when Darci died. "Is she here?"
"No, we split up. It was too hard to... It was my fault, really. I wasn't there for her. Everything is going to be okay now."
"Well, I am going to oversee the test with Hotch and Cece. I'll catch up with you later."
You lean up and kiss Spencer's cheek before leaving the duo. When you enter the room, Brain is getting set up with wires attached to the EEG machine. Cece is waiting in the hallway, and there is a police officer inside the room assigned to watch over Brian until he is either put in jail or released.
"You're with the FBI, right?" Brian asks as the doctor sets him up.
"You don't remember me? We met during the investigation."
"So, you don't have any doubts about me, right? About who and what I am?"
"No, I don't."
"We're ready here," the doctor says.
You and Hotch leave the room to join Cece in the hallway. The test begins, and pictures of the crime scene, of the victims, and anything related to the case are shown on TV. Brian watches with wide eyes, but you can't tell whether it's working or not. You're not a doctor, and you don't know how to read an EEG machine.
Picture after picture after picture is shown, but Brian doesn't change expressions.
"What do you see?" Hotch whispers to you.
Cece looks at you and is intrigued by his question, but doesn't say anything.
"I don't know Brian or exactly what he's done, but I get the feeling he doesn't remember any of it. I know he did it though. I can see the blood on his hands. He wants to remember, but his brain locked it away while he was in a coma. It's there, we just need to find a way to unlock that door."
Hotch's phone rings, and he steps off to the side when he sees JJ calling.
"Yeah, JJ?"
"I'm at the hospital. I may have something interesting. Matloff had a visitor that came about once every 6 months while he was here."
"Is it somebody we know?"
"It's not a name I recognize from the case file. The name on the visitor log is Nina Moore."
"Track her down. I gotta go."
Hotch hangs up just as the testing is done. The officer removes Brian from the room so you can talk to the doctor about his results.
"He tested no mermers across the board on each variable image."
"Mermers?" Cece asks.
"It's an acronym. Memory and Encoding Related Multi-faceted--"
"Is it good or bad?" Cece cuts her off, eager to move this along.
"That depends on how you look at it."
"What she means is that he showed no familiarity with the images. Either he really doesn't remember, or we got the wrong guy."
Cece groans in frustration, and you turn to Hotch with a determined look on your face.
"I know he did it, sir. I can see it. He doesn't want to remember."
"Well, the fact that you can see it isn't admissible in court, so we're going to have to prove it or he walks free."
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CONGRATULATIONS!!! YOU TOTALLY DESERVE IT! I'VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU FOR A WHILE AND AM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WORKS.
Can you do one (Jensen or dean doesn't matter). With the reader being young (mid teens) and she looks up to him and look to him for guidance and without either of you realizing it, he begins to taken on the role as your father figure and becomes very protective of you
*Gif DMed later to add to ask.*
That’s My Girl
Warning: None really. Dean being protective. Mention of Dickbag guy friend.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Teen reader (father daughter vibe relationship)
Word Count: 407
A/N: I hope this comes out okay. I don’t normally write father daughter type relationships because I just have trouble seeing Dean/Jensen that way lmao. So I hope this didn’t come out to corny.
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“I swear to God Dean! You’re not my father!” You yell in exasperation as you drop your backpack on the map table of the bunker.
As soon as the words came out of your mouth, the both of you froze in your tracks, just staring at one another. Neither of you really knew when the shift happened. You had been living with the Winchesters since you’d lost your parents. You were always close to Dean. You looked up to Dean in a lot of ways. You’d been through some similar trauma in life. You’d had a lot of shit go sideways in similar ways. It sucked. But it was better to go through shit with someone that’s been there and done that.
Dean just stood there for a moment, starting back at you with his jaw set tight.
“I may not be your father,” Dean said after a while, “but that doesn’t mean that I don’t want you to get hurt. This hunt is out of your league. Let me handle this one, and I promise you I will take you on the next one.”
Letting out a huff of defeat, you sink down into the chair closest to you. You didn’t want to fight Dean and hurt his feelings. He meant too much to you. You knew that he was just trying to protect you, keep you safe from yourself, and no one had ever done that before. It felt nice, comforting almost.
“Okay, fine,” you agree reluctantly, and Dean comes and places a heavy hand on your shoulder, squeezing it tightly before stepping off into the library.
“Oh, and Y/N, I really don’t want that little prick Brian, Brad, whatever the fuck his name was back up here, understood!” you called back over his shoulder, and you snorted as you looked back up at him.
“I kicked him in the balls when he grabbed my ass last night, so I don’t think you got to worry about Dean.”
Dean tossed his head back laughing as he made his way into the library to start his night of research calling, “that’s my girl”, over his shoulder and you smirked in spite of yourself. It was just too hard to stay mad at him for long. Even if he did get on your nerves with the over protectiveness. You knew he only did it because he cared, and that was more than you could ask for.
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MASTERLIST
For now only on Wattpad ... I know not the best plattform for fanfictions (One Shots) but it feels like home to me for some reason, so like... yeah.
I mainly write One Shots (if I have time) and barely bigger projects but I have one for now. (July 28th 22) It is not finished yet and not fully rewritten and reread but... yeah. Idk what to say. It is about the Magnificent 7 from 2016, so probably not a lot of peoples cup of tea.
ANYWAYS, here is the masterlistof all of my finished One Shots, kind of a shortcut, so you don't have to scroll through my whole Wattpad account.
Bon Scott
• Keep Watching - Bon Scott x Angus Young x Reader
Angus Young
• Keep Watching - Bon Scott x Angus Young x Reader
Brian May
• Touch Me Gently - Roger Taylor x Brian May
Roger Taylor
• Touch Me Gently - Roger Taylor x Brian May
• The One Bed Trope - Roger Taylor x Reader
Meeks
• Study Dates - Meeks x Reader
• Holy Trinity - Meeks x Pitts x Reader
Pitts
• Holy Trinity - Meeks x Pitts x Reader
Porthos
• One For Me And Just For Me - Porthos x Reader
Captain Hook
• Headcanons - James Hook x Reader
Doc Holliday
• It's Never Not Painful - Doc Holliday x Reader
John Ruth
• The Hangman - John Ruth x Reader
Dr. King Schultz
• His Name Was King - Dr. King Schultz x Reader
• A Work Of Art - Dr. King Schultz x Reader
Goodnight Robicheaux
• NSFW Alphabet
Donny Donowitz
• What Are You Thinking About - Donny Donowitz x Reader
Captain Boomerang
• Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - Captain Boomerang x Reader
• Pink Fluffy Unicorn - Captain Boomerang x Reader
• The One Where I Fucked My Friend - Captain Boomerang x Reader
Ed Kemper
• Sympathy For The Devil - Ed Kemper x Reader
• Ed Kemper's Childhood Friend - Ed Kemper x Reader
John Munch
• I Think We're Alone Now - John Munch x Reader
Billy Hargrove
• Every Rose Has Its Thorn - Billy Hargrove x Reader
• Bed Of Roses - Billy Hargrove x Reader
This Masterlist is fully updated as I try to add every fanfiction as soon as I post it on Wattpad! English is not my first language, so please don't hurt me. I am trying my best.
I would have added more pictures and or gifs to my masterlist, but there is this annoying 10 picture limit on tumblr 😭 so I can't.
You need to know about me, that I LOVE pictures and gifs and shit, and I will throw as many of them into any type of media I post as I can! They make me happy, and it saddens me that I have a limit here, but oh well what can I do. (Do I sound like a child? Because in my head the shit I just wrote sounded really childish??? help???)
I have like 20 unfinished works in my inbox, but I have like 0 time to write bc. I am like failing at life rn, and I gotta get that under control, so be patient please. (As if anyone even reads my shit 😭 why am I acting like a celebrity, and why am I so... cringe???)
Shoot me please.
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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Daddy's Little Girl"
This fanfic may be problematic to some readers, so viewer discretion is advised.
However, they are just roleplaying...
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In June of 1997, you invited some men from the World Wrestling Federation who looked like sexy dads as well as looked like men that would be the friends of fathers.
Those men you've invited were Shawn Michaels, Tommy Rogers from the Fantastics, RockaBilly, Thurman Plugg and Brian Pillman.
You invited those men to your dressing room, where they lounged on a couch in that room.
If they all couldn't fit on the couch, then they stood in front of one of the empty walls or had a seat on one of couch's arms.
Shawn, Tommy, Rockabilly and Thurman all had their long hair hanging down, but so did Brian.
Some of these men were dressed in short sleeved T-shirts tucked into jeans and slacks.
As these men were sitting and standing in your dressing room, smiling and chatting with each other, you walked into your dressing room and stopped walking once you stood in front of the couch.
These men's heads turned sideways and noticed you walking into the room, where their mouths turned to smiles when they saw you walk into the room, especially when you walked near the couch.
When you entered your dressing room, you were dressed in a long sleeved sweatshirt that was so short, it reached your upper thighs and covered your ass cheeks and vulva, although you were wearing panties under it.
"That's your daughter?" Brian Pillman asked to Tommy Rogers.
You weren't really Tommy's daughter, you were just roleplaying.
"Yep" he answered, nodding his head.
"She's grown" Shawn Michaels mentioned, putting emphasis on the word "grown".
"She's growing into such a beautiful young lady" Brian Pillman said with a grin as he observed you.
"I'll say" Tommy bragged.
Some of these wrestlers' hands were reaching out trying to touch you.
"I bet she tastes so sweet down there" Brian Pillman said with his iconic sharklike grin on his face.
Tommy Rogers was roleplaying as a father and you were roleplaying as his daughter, whereas these male wrestlers were roleplaying as his friends.
Later on, you sat down in Tommy's lap and straddled it, where you sat on his lap with your torso facing his torso.
While sitting on his lap, Tommy proceeded to pull and lift your sweatshirt off of your torso and off of your head, tossing it to the floor.
You could feel his erection underneath his jeans.
You didn't wear anything under that sweatshirt except for a pair of panties.
Tommy grabbed the straps of your panties and pulled them down to your ankles, where your feet raised out of your underwear and let it lay there.
As Tommy undressed you with a faint smile on his face, Brian, Shawn and these other male pro wrestlers in the room were unzipping and unbuttoning their pants with smiles on their faces, preparing for what would come next.
Shawn Michaels should've probably played your father instead of Tommy Rogers, although Tommy's older than Shawn and Tommy looked more like a father (though so did Shawn).
These other men would've loved to have helped undress you when you sat in his lap.
Now you were naked while you sat in Tommy's lap, Tommy's hand slipped under his jeans and grabbed his erection, where he pulled it out of his pants.
His hand let go of his cock and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans to help his penis feel more
"Is she still a virgin?" Brian asked, referring to your daughter character you're playing.
"Nope" Tommy replied.
Brian, Shawn, RockaBilly and Thurman all corned around you with their cocks hanging out and pointing at you, where one of their hands was holding their dicks.
Although, how could you suck on these men's penises considering the couch is leaning in front of the wall?
To let his penis out more, Tommy Rogers grabbed his pants and pulled them down more until both of his underwear and his pants were down and exposed.
After he pulled his pants down, his hands let go of his pants and one of his hands grabbed his erection, where he held and directed the tip of his cock into your pussy hole.
He knew where your twat could be and the tip of his dick could feel it, and soon the tip of his penis poked inside your vagina, where he inserted the rest of his erection inside your pussy and let it slip and penetrate into you.
As his cock was sliding and entering more inside your cunt, he removed his hand off of the shaft of his erection and placed that hand on your hip.
Now that he was inside of you, you began riding his cock and slowly bouncing up and down his lap, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy.
Brian and Shawn sat one of their legs on the couch cushions while their hands held on to one of their cocks.
The tips of their penises were pointing at you while Brian and Shawn sat sideways on these couch cushions, they both had grins on their faces as they sat on this couch.
Thurman, on the other hand, moved behind you, where with his hand holding on to his cock and pointing the tip of his dick at your asshole, he slid his penis in between your ass cheeks and tried to make the tip of his erection enter in your asshole.
Successfully, his cock was penetrating further inside your anus and stretching your rectum apart.
You've had anal sex before many times, so it wasn't painful when his erection penetrated inside your ass.
He removed his hand off of his dick as it slid further and further inside your asshole.
Once his penis was further inside your ass, he began to pound and thrust your ass with his erection, his cock slamming back and forth between your ass cheeks but still staying inside your asshole.
As you were busy riding on Tommy's cock, his mouth was trying to get one of your breasts in his mouth to suck them, in particular trying to suck your nipples.
Since Brian and Shawn's heads were close to your breasts, they both leaned closer to your chest where they tried to wrap their mouths around your nipples.
Tommy can have his turn to suck your tits later.
Despite that you were riding up and down Tommy's cock, Brian and Shawn managed to keep your nipples in their mouths as you rode.
Thurman is arguably the least attractive out of all of these men, that's why he's fucking you in your ass.
What can RockaBilly do?
You wouldn't mind sucking his cock, though it probably would be difficult for him to do that.
Maybe he can masturbate on your face while he lays on top of the couch.
In fact, that is what RockaBilly tried to do.
He sat on top of this couch with his cock in his hand, where he pointed the tip of his dick at your face as close as possible.
With his erection in his hand, he proceeded to masturbate it, his hand cranking up and down his boner.
He pointed the tip of his penis close to your face as possible so precum and semen could land on it.
You also wouldn't mind if you sucked on RockaBilly's cock as you're riding.
There are many male professional wrestlers out there that look like sexy fathers and men that hang out with dads, like Scott Hall, and you wish wrestlers like Scott Hall and maybe even Lex Luger could've been in this gangbang, but sadly they can't due to them being in other wrestling companies that are in different places now.
Blood has been swelling your clitoris from sexual arousal, and Brian and Shawn sucking your nipples is tingling them.
Some precum is beginning to form out of RockaBilly's slit, where it took a while for it to break off of his penishead.
Hopefully it doesn't fall into Shawn's hair.
Brian would love to rub your clitoris right now and maybe he can, and one of his hands reached to your vagina where he tried rubbing your clit.
His hand rubbed your clit up and down even as you were busy riding Tommy's cock.
You and Tommy would probably love to French kiss right now, and you wouldn't mind French kissing Brian and Shawn too.
As you're busy riding Tommy, you're moaning for him and you keep repeatedly calling him "Daddy".
Maybe you can try to French kiss Tommy as you're riding him.
So your face leaned closer to Tommy's face, where you tried kissing him and slipping your tongue in his mouth, giving his tongue a lick.
Even though you're riding his cock already, you're still trying to French kiss him.
He felt your tongue lick his tongue, and so his tongue tried to caress your tongue.
"How tight is she?" Brian Pillman asked Tommy, referring to your vagina.
"Not so tight" Tommy replied.
Your cunt was getting more moist and wet as Brian rubs it, not to mention it's getting moist from all the sexual arousal created from having sex.
It was a little difficult to French kiss Tommy Rogers---you should've done it before you started riding him.
It's also been slightly difficult for Shawn and Brian to suck your nipples as well as for RockaBilly to have his precum land on your face.
Tommy no doubt would love to have a turn to suck your nipples, although it's a little difficult for him to do that as you're riding him.
One of your hands moved behind Tommy's head, where your fingers ran down through his hair.
Some of these men are getting hot under their shirts from having sex, especially Tommy and Thurman.
Tommy was the first man to cum, and after he ejaculated inside of you, you raised off of his lap and gave him a blowjob, swallowing his cum.
You sat on your knees as you gave him head, where your nipples were out of Shawn's and Brian's mouths.
However, now was Shawn's, Brian's and Rockabilly's chances to do what they really want to do to you, and that was for them to jack off on your face.
Shawn and Brian turned their bodies until their penises were pointing at your face, where they proceeded to masturbate their cocks.
RockaBilly scrambled off of the couch until he stood next to you, where he pointed the tip of his erection at your face and continued masturbating it.
As these men all jacked off on your face, they stood there with grins on their faces.
They were murmuring some raunchy things about you.
And Thurman still managed to fuck your ass as you gave Tommy a blowjob.
You'd love to suck on these men's cocks, and when you felt like you were finished swallowing all of Tommy's jizz, you turned your head and gave a blowjob to Shawn Michaels, swallowing his precum that eventually seeped out.
You should've had Tommy's cum all over your face and maybe your breasts too.
Thurman was the next one to cum inside of you, but you didn't give him head due to his cock being up your asshole.
Speaking of having cocks in your pussy, maybe you can have one of these men's dicks in your vagina until you cum.
After giving head to Shawn for a while, you turned your head to Brian's penis and gave him a blowjob, swallowing his precum.
Some precum from Shawn's, Brian's and RockaBilly's dicks did land on your face, and that's what you wanted.
RockaBilly was the next one to cum, and when he jizzed, you quickly turned your head and sucked on RockaBilly's cock, swallowing his semen.
Later on, you let Shawn's penis fuck your pussy, where you came inside of him, and after you had officially came, you gave him a blowjob and swallowed his jizz when he ejaculated.
When Brian jizzed, you gave him a blowjob after he had ejaculated.
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Bucky Barnes X Reader
Never did you think that it would come to this. Lights flashed around you as Steve attempted to make a controlled decent to the ground. For the second time in his life, he was failing miserably.
'Why does no on ever let me pilot?! I was in the bloody RAF.' you thought before darkness took your vision at the impact.
You blinked a few times before your eyes adjusted to the light.
"You alright?!" you herd a British accent (belonging to your uncle, Brian May) shout as Bucky helped you up.
"Yes, thank you, sir." Steve said in his 'Captain America' voice.
"We would all be if a certain someone could fly a damn plane without crashing." you said bluntly as the person's eyes widened at your voice, a small child appearing from behind him.
"Auntie Y/n?!" the small child shrieked as you bent down to envelop her in a hug.
"How you doin' love?" You said as you pulled back to look at her.
"Granddad Freddie's been teaching me piano!"
"Which songs?" you asked as you picked her up and all followed your uncle to the huge farmhouse, Rockdale Farm.
"Bohemian Rhapsody. I'm not very, good though." you gently lifted her chin with your finger.
"I'm sure that you're absolutely amazing, my little rockstar." you smiled as she giggled at the nickname.
"Who's that man?" she questioned as she pointed at Bucky.
"That's Bucky." she quickly wriggled out of your grip to go and walk beside him, leaving you walking alone, whilst taking in the view.
Soon enough, you were at the farmhouse.
"Y/n?!" you herd various women shout as you walked in through the door. Before you stood your mother, your second father, Jim Hutton, your aunt Anita, your aunt Sarina, Tiger Lily, Lola, Rufus, Felix and Rory.
Before you could say anything, you were attacked in a five way hug from the Queen members.
You introduced everyone to the Avengers and vice versa before your mother suggested a barbeque. Everyone changed into more appropriate clothes before doing so.
Within this time, you managed to slip back into the house. Closing the door softly behind you, you made your way to the recording studio, where your father's white grand piano sat.
You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips as you sat on the stool, placing your hands on the aged ivory keys.
After a few moments, you began Bohemian Rhapsody, the first song that your father had taught you when you were young.
You herd the door creak as Bucky walked in, leaning against the piano as he watched you play. He began to sing with you.
As you were so focused on each other, you failed to notice that the Queen members and the Avengers had congregate in the sound booth.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Fred?" Deacy asked as your father pressed the record button.
"Trust me, darling, it will be." he spoke as Bucky picked up an electic guitar to play.
"So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can love me and leave me to die?
Ooh, baby, can't do this to me baby,
Just gotta get out, I just gotta get right out of here.."
Bucky played the solo as you watched him in awe. The times you had been teaching him, he had never played this well.
The song came to an end as you -rather flamboyantly- hit the gong.
Immediately, you whipped around when you herd clapping, your face turning red.
"How much of that did you guys see?" you spoke into the mic.
"Enough to have blackmail material, darling."
"C'mon dad, seriously?"
"Possibly, possibly not. But, really, you, my darlings should duet more often. I'm sure plenty of people would pay to see Y/n Mercury and Bucky Barnes, live in Madison Square Garden."
"Dad, we've discussed this, my performing days have ended." you said as everyone sat back outside.
"Well, darling, you say that, but, I, on the other hand know differently."
"Oh bloody hell." you muttered. Before mouthing 'help me' to Roger, who simply shrugged in return.
"Your father's got a point, lovie." your godfather answered.
"I thought you were meant to be on my side?" He didn't answer. "Fine. 'I'm in love with my car' is nowhere near as good as Bo-Rhap." you folded your arms as you smirked, mock hurt on the drummer's face.
"That's not even funny."
"That's why you should've sided with me." you stated smugly.
"You have got a really nice voice." Nat stated as everyone agreed, everyone's words mingling with each other as memories of being onstage flooded your mind. The cameras flashing everywhere, lighters being waved the roar of the crowd. It got too much and began to consume your senses.
You stood up quickly, nearly knocking over your drink in the process. "I'm not bloody well performing again, not after last time, so just bloody leave it alone" you snapped before running inside the house and to your room.
Bucky went to move, but Brian put his hand up to stop him. "I'll go." the guitarist said before walking inside.
You slammed the door before moving to sit on your bed, your hand gripping the bedframe, grounding you. Shakily, you pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of your bedside table. You managed to get it lit before taking a drag, throwing the closed lighter onto your bed, with the rest of the cigarettes. You lent your knees on you elbows as you hung your head.
The last time you were onstage, you had failed catastrophically. You were meant to play the closing song, 'We Are The Champions' on the guitar, but when it came to the guitar solo with Brian, you got majority of the notes wrong. No one particularly noticed, as Brian was playing louder than you were, but you still felt the shame.
A knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts. You turned to see the Queen guitarist closing the door. "Are you alright, Y/n?"
"No." you responded, taking another drag as he sat on your bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"I don't want to go onstage again, cos I'll end up letting you all down, like I did last time with 'We Are The Champions'."
"Y/n, you didn't let anyone down. As far as we were all concerned, you played fantastically. I can't tell you the amount of times I've messed up in the middle of a concert."
"But, you're the best guitarist in the world. How's that even possible?" he smiled at this.
"I wouldn't say best in the world, but..." he said, his ego boosted "Everyone gets nervous before a show. It just means that you care about what you're going to do."
"Yeah, I know, I just don't want to screw up." you said as you stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.
"You just have to do your best." He spoke, walking to the door.
"Thank you." you said, notably feeling better. Your uncle could see this too.
"We had better get back down there. When I left, your father was trying to get that lad of yours to teach him to use a knife."
"That won't end well."
You walked out of the room with a smile. Maybe you would perform again after all.
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Girls? - AU from Original Timeline
Summary: what if B!Reader and Brian had been parents to twin girls instead? They would have been a different kind of trouble...
Warnings: none. It's kinda fluffy.
A/N: this is kind of something I got obsessed with after talking to bae-beh @leah-halliwell92 so this will serve us all as a backstory of sorts for her wonderful ask that you may find here.
B!Reader watched the screen in search for something that made sense. Although she was full of joy at the presumed sight of her babies, she still found no shapes on the screen when her doctor started the ultrasound.
Brian was more patient for these sorts of things; he sat quietly next to his wife and tried to soak everything in as if this was an experience too odd to run through, a chance handed over to him by the universe or God or whatever force moved the planets and created him, his wife, and his daughters. He was only slightly nervous, knowing since the previous appointment how much they would find out today. The babies' genders. Brian knew their chances of having twins were rare, a mere 3.35 percent proved enough, and there he sat with his hand on hers.
B!Reader had different but similar emotions about the pregnancy.
Brian did not expect he would ever become a dad again after his 40th birthday, and yet his eyes fell onto his young wife's belly. A baby bump that brought her brightness and joy in the last couple of weeks; through morning sickness that lasted all afternoon and came back at anytime in response to the minimal scent of something strange. She would laugh and sing around the house. He would find her dancing in the kitchen, humming an old song while breakfast cooked on the stove. Brian hated mornings but her liveliness helped him get out of bed every day, even if it was just to catch a glimpse of her curious eyes as she examined her middle section on the mirror to check the progress and growth of the little ones as her hands felt around the flesh under her belly button.
While B!Reader struggled to see what the doctor was so kind and patient to explain about the shapes and shadows on the screen, to Brian it was clear as day. In the time when he became a father for the first time he was just as confused as his wife was now, still he managed then to see in the poor image of that time his baby boy, nowadays a fully grown man. He marveled again at technology as the images seemed so much clearer than they had been when his youngest daughter was born.
His soft grip on her hand tightened, he recognised something, a simple comment from the doctor made him see it. Or rather... not see it.
"It's girls, congratulations!" She smiled at both of them.
Brian smiled with his lips pushed together in a tight line while B!Reader stared at the screen in amazement, she turned her head to Brian and saw his expression, she let out a laugh and tugged at his hand.
"We're having girls!" She whispered excitedly to which her husband replied by nodding.
It was surreal, he wanted to cry. He cried! And when the doctor let B!Reader clean up her stomach she wrapped her arms around him and they remained like that for a minute.
"I love you...so much..." she whispered against his shoulder.
Brian squeezed her tight between his arms, enough to keep her close and pressed against his body but not too much so he wouldn't harm his baby girls.
The girls. Brian spent long afternoons thinking about the new babies while B!Reader worked on her next book. He knew how much work it would be with one baby, he could imagine how difficult it would be with two. He had to admit, the outfits they came up with for girls were far more interesting than the little numbers out there for boys.
Brian kept writing things down in a notebook, making lists, going back and forth as he tried to imagine everything possible. He put money aside for the babies, for the nursery and their stuff. A fund. The girls would need money for school and who was to say he would still be there when they reached college. So he opened two accounts to put money aside for school. He had little bracelets made for the little ones as soon as he and B!Reader chose their names. Each bracelet read their full name, and Brian got B!Reader a necklace with a little golden plate reading the girls initials, he got himself one too, but kept them all locked and hidden until the girls were born.
Brian worried a lot about the most practical stuff, about the babies' wellbeing, about bringing them to a safe environment. He put a machine to warm up and sterilise bottles in the nursery, got blankets and pillows and stuffed animals to fill in the empty spaces in the brand new cribs. When B!Reader decided she wasn't going to be able to breast feed two babies he made sure the cupboards were filled with formula so they wouldn't have to worry much about that. He put the best of the best in baby monitors in the nursery, painted the room himself with the most useful help of his son and daughters.
By the time B!Reader was six months along she was already starting to panic. Two babies were on the way and Brian had just announced another Queen + Adam Lambert tour the upcoming year... she was thrilled - don't get it twisted -, but she had never been a mother before. She didn't get to experience this journey with one child, and all of a sudden she looked down and instead of her feet she saw a big round mass protruding under her jumper with two growing babies inside. And she was going to be left alone with them?
She was excited and nervous. Being a mum felt strangely natural, she knew she was a mother the moment her pregnancy test came out positive. She felt love for her baby that very second.
She was lost for words when Brian pointed at her and his eyes went wide with a smile drawn all over his features. "You're showing!"
Oh, the pride... she hadn't stopped touching her stomach since that day, and neither had Brian. Every chance he had, he would rest his hand on it, thumb caressing lovingly. He was tender too, careful. He didn't dare get rough with her, but it didn't matter because they were two fools in love. For almost a full year B!Reader forgot everything about their age gap, all that mattered was how much they loved each other and the family they were about to become.
It was late December when the contractions hit. B!Reader was sitting with Brian in the living room, both watching one of those cheesy Christmas specials. While B!Reader was dozing off as usual, Brian rubbed her swollen belly absentmindedly. B!Reader was ready to pop, had been for a couple of weeks at that point, but the doctor decided to program her for a c-section on the 27th, right in the middle of week 38. The girls were just ready at week 37, so thankfully contractions started a week early and before the holidays were upon them, Brian drove his wife to the hospital and a few hours later they had babies Harper Farrokh and Charlotte Harris safely sleeping in mummy's arms.
Brian was crying the moment his older children arrived to see the twins. He held Harper Farrokh in his arms, the smallest baby he had ever held. The two girls were smaller than average babies, due to the fact that they had been sharing resources in the womb. Still, Charlotte turned out to be bigger, she was born second but weighed almost 300 grams more than her sister, and was merely a single centimetre taller than Harper.
"Are these my new baby sisters?" Louisa whispered as she went to take a look at Harper Farrokh over Brian's shoulders.
It did not matter how difficult things had been between Brian's children and his young wife before, the sight of the two little girls wrapped in those pink hospital blankets made everyone ease off. Brian was happy, the happiest he had been in years. His grown children could tell; and B!Reader had always been respectful towards them and their mother, so why fight or argue or cause trouble when there really was no harm done?
The girls were daddy's girls, both of them. Everyone would have guessed that with Harper being smaller Charlotte would be the leader, but it turned out that she was also quite stubborn. Like her dad she did what was asked of her but always was quite independent. The girls were identical on looks but their personalities could not be any more different.
Of course, Brian was outnumbered at home but he loved his girls. All of them - including Bellamy.
Let me know if you like this AU from the Original Timeline and/or if you have questions or concepts or ideas about it!
#au from original Timeline#brian may fic#brian may x reader#brian may fanfiction#brian may#brian may x y/n#brian may x young reader#brian may x you#brian may x b!reader#b!reader stuff#b!reader#Charlotte Harries May#Harper Farrokh May
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Still Got It - Present Day!Brian May x younger!reader
Omg I am totally dying for a present day bri x reader fic! Haven’t seen one of those in awhile haha could you write a smut one where a way younger reader (like mid-late 20s) and bri have been casually hooking up and then bri suddenly feels self conscious about him being older and reader makes him feel better about it and then feels?
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Warnings: age gap, reader mid-20′s, dom!Brian, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it), cheating, self-doubt on Brian’s part
Still got it...
Being Queen + Adam's publicist, as well as the publicist for Brian and Roger's solo projects, meant you spent a lot of time around them. No one questioned your presence around them, even outside of touring. You became very close to the three of them, you were one of their close friends.
You were closest to Brian. The two of you were... intimate. There'd always been something there between the two of you. You didn’t mind his age, it only showed he was mature and a gentleman. You loved that he was kind, and caring to you, treated you like a 'little girl', that needing taking care of. Sometimes he treated you like a 'naughty girl' and gave you a spanking if he needed to.
"Is Brian in?" You smiled politely at the young girl behind the desk of the rescue centre.
She nodded. "He's in his office, Y/N, but he said not to be disturbed." She glanced over to the unusually shut door that leads to him. "He doesn't seem himself." She whispered as she leaned over the desk towards you.
You frowned, "What do you mean?"
She let out a little sigh as she glanced back over to the door. "He hasn't come out of his office all day. He's not even gone out to the hedgehogs."
"Oh," You looked over to the door. The blinds were pulled down, essentially blocking the world out. "Well, don't worry. He can't, not, talk to me." You gave her a sly smile.
The young girl grinned. "You always manage to put a smile on his face, Y/N."
Yes, I wonder why.
"Do you want coffee?"
You shook your head, "I'm good thank you." You smiled before heading over to Brian's office. You took a deep breath and slowly pushed his door open. "Bri?" You called out to him. Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze finally landed on him.
Brian lifted his head, his eyes seeming to brighten ever so slightly as he looked at you. "Hello, love." He gave you a weak smile, taking his glasses off. "How are you?"
You shut the door behind you, then walked over to him. "I should be asking you. Tina says you're not yourself? Everything okay?"
"Fine." He huffed, dropping his gaze back to what was on his desk and placed his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.
Your brow creased as you dropped your bag to the floor. "You don't seem fine."
"Well, I am."
You rolled your eyes, "No, you're being grumpy." You dropped into the seat opposite him. "What's going on with you? You're usually bright and cheerful."
"Everyone is allowed a day to be, grumpy, Y/N," Brian grumbled as he hunched forwards.
You studied him in silence for a few minutes, before you stood up and moved around his side of the desk and forced him to turn his chair around. You slipped your arm around his shoulders and sat on his knee.
"You're sad," You gently pulled his glasses off and put them on the desk before you brushed some of his curls back. "I can see it in your eyes, Brian, something is wrong."
He sighed and leaned into your touch as he wrapped his arms around your waist. "It's nothing, love, honestly."
You shook your head. "Bri, please tell me. Are you okay? Is it your leg again? Your heart?" You asked slightly panicked as you placed your hand on his forehead as if you'd work out what was wrong with him.
He huffed and grabbed your wrist. "No! It's none of that shit. I am, fine!" He glared up at you making you feel guilty for pestering him.
"Sorry." You mumbled and pushed yourself off his lap.
"Y/N," Brian leaned forwards, "M'sorry, baby girl, I didn't mean to snap at you." He took your hand and pulled you closer to him, pushing you gently until you perched yourself on the edge of his desk. "It's just..." He let out a heavy sigh. "I'm bloody old, Y/n."
Your eyes widened. "What?"
"I'm old." He sighed, "What on earth do you see in me?" He sat back in his seat and removed his hands from you. “I'm grey, wrinkly, fat, fragile, slow... almost triple your age." He shook his head and pushed himself away from you. "You shouldn't be wasting your time with an old fool like me. You should be off with someone your age, who can take you out and not keep you a secret. Who's not married-"
"Stop! Just, stop it, Brian!"
You dropped to your knees in front of him and covered his mouth with your hand, your other one rested on his shoulder.
"One, yes, you're older than me but you've never let that stand in your way of anything. You use your wisdom from the years of living your life to the fullest to teach others, including me, and Adam, and all your followers and fans. Two, your not wrinkly, just aged like a fine wine."
You smiled up at him softly as you removed your hand from his mouth and cupped his face. Brian smiled weakly, leaning into your touch ever so slightly.
"You're still as sexy, if not more so with your grey curls."
Brian scoffed, "If you say so." He smiled.
"I do, and you're nowhere near fat, so you can stop thinking like that and as for fragile... my arse, you are. And, tell me again you're slow when your slamming into my pussy," You whispered against his ear before moving and pressing a soft kiss to his lips that he thankfully returned. His hands slipped across your sides, giving you a soft squeeze. "And the married thing, I thought we both agreed we knew what we were getting into when we started this?"
Brian nodded, "You're right, I just... I don't want you getting hurt by any of this if, things go tits up."
"I'll be right there by your side if that's what you want. Any time you want this to end, you just say the word and I'll leave. Do you want me to?" You asked, feeling your heart practically bursting out your chest.
Brian shook his head and leaned forwards, pressing his lips against yours in a much harder kiss this time. "Please, don't leave me, baby girl. I need you." He whispered before kissing you again.
You moaned softly into his mouth, your tongue tangling with Brian's as the two of you deepened your kiss.
Brian was the first to pull back, the two of you taking in a deep breath. "Let's get out of here, yeah?"
You nodded biting your bottom lip. "Back to mine? I have something to show you, actually." You grinned cheekily at him as you began to get up from where you knelled between his legs.
Brian nodded, "Sounds good, baby girl. I'll meet you there." He pressed one final kiss to your lips before he too got up from his seat.
The two of you left Brian's office, saying your goodbyes to one another before heading off in different directions.
You had a feeling you knew where Brian was going, most likely home to make his excuses for his absence for a few hours. You tried not to think about it, it made you sad.
A little guilty, sometimes but Brian assured you his marriage to Anita wasn't anything more than just on paper anymore. In all the years you've known Brian, you've never really spoken to Anita, even before you and Brian began being extra friendly with one another.
You'd spoken to Roger about it before, not giving too much away but you were sure Brian had informed his friend of your relationship because he knew Roger would never judge. He'd said himself it was like they were just housemates now, not like they were a married couple.
Once you had arrived home, you took a quick shower, mostly to soften your skin with some of the body lotions and oils Brian had given you. Before getting changed into your surprise for Brian. It was a baby pink silk slip that split up the sides until it came to your waist, where lace covers your breasts, showing your already pebbled nipples. It had a matching thong, that you knew Brian was going to love.
“Y/N?” Brian called out as he shut the door behind him and dropped his key onto the small table the door.
“In here, Bri!” You answered from your bedroom.
Brian quickly took off his coat and hung it up, before he kicked his shoes off and then made his way to you. “I got us a bottle of-” Brian froze, his mouth going dry as his gaze landed on you, knelt on the bedroom floor before him. “Jesus, Y/N, are you trying to give me another heart attack?” He grinned at you.
You bit your lip as you shook your head, giggling. “Of course not, sir.”
Brian let out a deep growl as he put the bottle of wine on top of the chest of draws before he walked towards you. “No, of course not.” He placed his hand on the back of your head gently. “I know what you want to give me.”
You nodded and reached up to unbuttoned his jeans. With his help, you dropped his jeans and his briefs to reveal his hard cock. You licked your lips at the magnificent sight before you. You didn’t care that Brian was in his seventies, he had a cock like the God he was.
“Can I taste you, sir? Please?” You looked up at him through your eyelashes.
Brian nodded. His eyes fell shut as you wrapped your hand around his shaft, giving it a light squeeze before you leaned forwards and ran the tip of your tongue over the head of his cock.
“Oh, baby,” He breathed in deeply as you ran your tongue over his smooth skin slowly. “Oh, I’ve missed this.” He moaned as he threaded his fingers through your hair. “Please, baby, don’t tease me.”
You smiled up at Brian. You pressed a light kiss to the tip of his cock before wrapping your lips around it and giving it a firm suck before sinking down his hard length. You moaned around him, the taste one you easily became addicted to.
Slowly you bobbed your head, your lips tightening around his cock as you sucked. Your tongue running up and down on his underside before you pulled off his length and began to pump his cock using your saliva as lubricant.
“Is that good, sir?”
“Oh, God,” He moaned. “That’s it, baby girl.” He pushed your head back towards his cock. “Please, keep sucking baby girl. You’re so good with that pretty mouth,”
You grinned up at him before wrapping your lips around his cock again. You sped up, sucking his cock harder and twisting your hand around his shaft.
“Oh, fuck... baby,” Brian’s hips moved forwards, pushing his cock further into your mouth.
You moaned around him, sucking and slurping. You moved your hand from around Brian’s cock and cupped his balls, lightly squeezing them. You pulled off smiling up at him, “Please, sir, cum in my mouth. Let me taste you.” You begged.
Brian nodded as he pushed you back. He held your head in both hands and began pushing his cock in and out of your mouth. After a few more pumps he held your face close to him, his cock down your throat, and let out a deep growl as you swallowed around his cock.
“Fuck!” Brian growled as he came.
You pulled off Brian’s cock, gasping for air before licking your lips and looked up to him through your eyelashes.
Brian smiled, exhausted but happy as he held his hand out for you to take. He pulled you up, wrapping his arms around you and pressed his lips against yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth. His large hands squeezed your waist and hips.
“Let’s get a look at you then, love.” Brian grinned, pushing you back slightly. A low growl left his chest as his eyes drank you in. “Yep, definitely trying to give me a heart attack.” He chuckled lowly. “Get on the bed, baby girl. Spread your legs for me.” He winked at you.
You let out an excited giggle, doing as you had been told to.
Brian kicked his shorts off, along with the rest of his clothes. He licked his lips as he watched you spread your legs. Your tiny thong doing nothing to hide your wet pussy.
“Beautiful,” Brian whispered as he knelt between your legs, running his knuckles over your wet thong. He pushed the thong to the side and pushed two of his long fingers inside your dripping core, stretching you open. “So, warm and wet.” He moaned.
“Please, sir,” You moaned, “I need you.” You begged, your voice was breathy.
“Shh, baby, let me play with you first.” Brian lightly caressed your thigh as slowly pumped his fingers inside of you, twisting them before scissored his fingers. “Fuck.” He moaned, “I love this pussy.”
You cupped your breasts and rolled your nipples through the lace as Brian rubbed his thumb against your aching clit.
Brian grinned as he slowly pulled his fingers from inside you. You let out a deep moan as he lifted his fingers and put them into his mouth. “I can eat you all day, baby girl.” He winked as you before he leaned forwards. “Good girl,” Brian praised you as you opened your mouth for him to place his fingers in.
You moaned and sucked around his fingers.
“Get on your hands and knees, baby girl,” Brian ordered. You nodded eagerly and turned over, pushing yourself up so your backside was in the air.
You let out a loud cry of pleasure after Brian slapped his hand across your backside. Brian pushed the silk up until your backside was visible before pulling your thong down to the middle of your thigh.
“Are you going to fill me up, sir?” You wiggled your ass in the air for him.
Brian let out a short chuckle before slapping his hand across your cheeks once more. “Yes, baby, I am.” He said as he took a hold of his cock, frowning slightly. “Hmm, do you have-”
You picked the bottle of lube up from next to your pillow and looked at Brian over your shoulder. “Here,” You smiled softly, “It’s flavoured. In case you decided to have a taste after.” You winked teasingly at him making him chuckle.
“Thanks, baby girl.” He took the bottle from you and squeeze a generous amount onto his cock and began to slowly pump his cock, hissing at the feeling and the excitement of soon being engulfed by your heat. “Ready for me, baby?” Brian asked as he ran the tip of his rock through your folds.
You hummed, pushing back onto his cock. “Yes, sir.”
Brian moaned and slowly pushed into you, his hands sliding over your backside to rest on your hips. “Oh, fuck,” You moaned out along with Brian as his thick cock began to open you up. “So, good,” He breathed out as he bottomed out, his balls laying against your clit.
“Please, sir.” You begged.
Brian was usually a soft, caring lover unless you had been naughty and then he would fuck your brains, but tonight he had to prove to himself.
He quickly pulled out of you before slamming back into you, the head of his cock hitting your G-spot and causing you to cry out. He growled deeply as your pussy swallowed his cock, over and over. His hands tightened around you as he pulled you on and off his cock, his balls slapping against your clit, adding extra pressure and causing you to see stars.
“Oh, God. Fuck. Brian!” You cried, “Yes! Yes!”
“That’s it,” Brian hammered into you, slapping his hand against your cheek. “Fuck, baby... God!”
Breathy moans and cries of pleasure echoed around the room as Brian slammed into you. He reached over you and wrapped his hand around your throat, lifting you up until the two of you were pressed together. As he tightened his hold around your throat, Brian used his other hand to pull down the front of your slip, a slight tear here and there as he fought to get to your breasts.
He pressed his mouth against your neck, his breast fanning over your sweat-covered skin as he squeezed and pinched your breasts. “Fuck, baby girl, I can’t last much longer.” He heaved.
You shook your head, “Cum, Brian, please. Fill me up!” You begged. You turned your face towards him as you reached up and grabbed Brian’s face, crashing your lips against his.
Brian growled into your mouth as your pussy quivered around his cock. Brian gave one final, sharp thrust and came. His arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you held onto one another.
As you pulled back from one another you could help let out a small giggle, “Told you, you’re not slow... sir,”
Brian chuckled, “No, I guess you’re right, but don’t be expecting that for a bloody while.” He kissed you once more.
Still got it...
#Brian May x reader#Present Day!Brian May x reader#pd!Brian May x reader#Brian May request#Brian May smut#Brian May x reader smut#current brian may x reader smut#Current Brian May x young reader
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Young Versions of my old dudes that I would totally risk it all for! ✌🏼
Paul McCartney
John Lennon
Brian May
Roger Taylor
John “Deaky” Deacon
Harrison Ford
They haven’t invented time travel cause I probably wouldn’t know how to act haha
#im missing some#but you can only put 10 pics#paul mccartney#john lennon#brian may#roger taylor#john deacon#disco deaky#deaky#harrison ford#paul mccartney x reader#john lennon x reader#brian may x reader#roger taylor x reader#young harrison ford#queen imagine#beatles imagine#star wars imagine
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