#john deacon x reader smut

[spreadyovrwings]

64 Oslo Square

"Companion' Middle English. From Old French ‘compaignon', literally 'one who breaks bread with another.

Strapped for cash, John gets a job at a bakery as their new delivery boy. Juggling school and Queen and work is exhausting, but it's more than worth it. It's worth it because of you.

Warnings for this chapter: self… induced… smut…. and some more flirting

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Chapter Eight

John leaned his weary body up against the door to his room after it clicked shut behind him. His digs had never felt more empty, more dark or unwelcoming.

The last of the day’s light was still filtering in through his tiny, square window, alighting on the scratchy old carpet and highlighting a pile of textbooks he’d forgotten to put away the night before.

With a sigh, John flung his bags down on the floor, then carefully propped up his bass in the corner of the room. He let his fingertips drag along the spine of its leather case, a sort of thank you for helping him play so well tonight. It had become a ritual, though John would rather die than admit that, to himself or to anyone else.

His stomach growled, a dog pawing at the back door, waiting impatiently to be let in. John thought about making some dinner but it was late, he didn’t want to disturb the others as he crashed around in the kitchen. A cup of tea could have been a reasonable substitute, but the process (another usually calming, nostalgic ritual) seemed exhausting and tedious. He just wanted to sleep.

Luckily, John had a good amount of leftover food from the bakery stashed away. He grabbed a couple of the white boxes from his shelf and dragged open their satiny scarlet ribbons. You’d saved him again.

Chewing gratefully on a flaky croissant, John flopped down on his bed and closed his eyes. He was so tired, they stung at first and he had to blink a couple of times so push away the pain.

He polished off the croissant, flicking his fingers over the side of the bed to get rid of any remaining pastry crumbs. He already felt a little better.

John drew in a long breath then slowly released it again, until all the muscles in his body had finally unwound and he had sunk further into the mattress.

“You sure you won’t come in? The sofa’s got your name on it. Or, you know…”

John opened his eyes and stared blankly up at his low, beige ceiling.

How could he have been so stupid. You had stood on your doorstep, asking him, plain as day, if he wanted to stay the night, and just when it mattered most, he’d chickened out.

“You were such a good boy for me.”

John groaned. What a moron. He turned and pressed his face into the pillow. Maybe if he pushed hard enough, he’d get lucky and suffocate.

He could still feel your soft skin against his palm. John found himself curling his hand around the ghost of your cheek, his eyes closing as he pictured you gazing up at him, smiling, always smiling.

“They need you, New Boy.”

“Don’t you need me?”

“I want you, that’s different.”

You got all shy after you said that. John didn’t think he’d ever seen you look so bashful. You wanted him. He knew it. And, God, he wanted you too.

It was late. He had an exam in the morning. He was still hungry and dehydrated after the show. He’d said ‘no’ to you like an idiot. He really shouldn’t do anything but sleep.

John unbuckled his belt with one hand.

He closed his eyes and pictured you laying beside him, the what-would-have-been if he hadn’t been such a colossal git. With a soft, relieved groan, he forced his hand down the front of his trousers, just as the you he’d conjured in his head kissed him hard enough to bruise.

/

Not too far away, you were also staring at the ceiling. Try as you might, you couldn’t sleep. You’d eaten late, you’d stayed up too long, you had a million things to worry about - you’d almost managed to convince yourself these were the reasons you couldn’t drop off. Almost.

With a sigh, you turned over onto your side.

You could still feel John’s big hands in yours. You loved those hands. Skilled in electronics and an expert at the bass. He’d probably play with you just as well, if not better.

You sighed dolefully.

Maybe if you’d been more insistent, if you’d asked again and maybe been more obvious about what you wanted, John would’ve followed you home and you wouldn’t be lying here, alone, pressing your thighs together and trying to ignore the ache between them.

You stared at the wall. You stared and stared and stared, willing sleep to claim you. Behind your closed eyes, images of John on stage awaited you, daring you to do something about how delicious he looked that night.

“Oh, fuck it.”

You stuck two fingers in your mouth and swirled your tongue around them, the way you’d been picturing John doing ever since his trick with the ring. His lovely, funny mouth. You’d give anything to have it between your legs right now.

Whispering softly to yourself, you closed your eyes and imagined how it might’ve started, what you might’ve done if you’d been brave enough to entice him in properly, and all the while you gently coaxed at your swollen clit

You’d have to sit in his lap again. You’d simply die if you didn't get the chance to do that again soon. John had felt so small beneath you but so warm and sturdy too. You could wrap his hair around your fingers as you lazily kissed him, whispering sweetly against his lips as he gasped and rocked his hips against yours.

So close to each other, you seemed to be sharing one breath, you imagined yourself breaking away to mouth down his neck, sinking your teeth in here, sucking a dark mark there, until John was whining and struggling to sit still.

/

His face burning, John pictured you under him, your arms wrapped around his middle, your lovely hands pressing into his back and keeping him close as you moaned into his mouth. He wanted to make you feel so good, just wanted to make you see how much he cared about you with his lips, his hands, his teeth and his tongue.

But it didn’t seem right. His very limited experience (and magazines he would rather die than you ever find out he read) were a guide, but those girls weren’t you. For some reason, John knew this wasn’t how it would go and something in the back of his head was telling him to flip the situation.

You, with your champagne smile and daggerish words. You weren’t going to let anyone push you around, especially not him, especially not when it came to sex. You’d back him up against the wall and push your knee between his thighs, your hands on his hips, squeezing tight as you whispered awful, naughty things against his lips that made his knees buckle.

John wriggled out of his trousers and pants, so desperate he didn’t even bother pushing them both all the way down. He raised his hand to his face, dragged his tongue across his palm, and immediately wrapped his hand around his cock again, squeezing and tugging desperately as he imagined you pushing him flat on his back and smiling down at him.

He moved his free hand so that it rested up by his head, just where he knew you’d place it, and tried to imagine your fingers wrapped tight around his wrist, your nails just beginning to sink into his skin.

“Fuck…” John hissed between his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut.

/

“Fuck- John…”

Your face flushed. You hadn’t meant for his name to slip out. But God, it felt good. It felt right. It felt perfect.

You drew your knee up then let it flop to the side, giving you better access, and all the while you thought about John’s lovely hands pushing your thighs apart so that he could bury his face between them.

“God, you’re so good, you’re so good…” you muttered to yourself, finding your own praises and moans turned you on even more as you rubbed at your clit.

Pictures flooded through your head. You couldn't settle on just one for very long. John’s tongue pressing inside you, his pretty mouth falling open as you slipped your hand around his throat and squeezed gently, the look in those clever grey eyes as he rocked his hips into yours. It was all so much, too much, and even though you felt a flash of guilt for thinking about John like that, it was soon drowned out by the soft little moans and grunts you knew he’d make as you sank down onto him and rode him within an inch of his life.

/

Sweat beaded John’s forehead as he twisted his wrist in just the right way, thumbing at the slit of his cock just to tease himself. His bottom lip clamped between his teeth, he fucked his hand, his eyes squeezing shut as warmth began to pool in the pit of his stomach.

It had been so long since he’d been able to get himself off. The stress of uni, coming home exhausted after gigs, never having much time on his own, it meant it had been weeks since he’d been able to touch himself like this. And now he had a million ideas he’d never allowed himself to entertain before, ideas about you.

Your knees pressing into his sides as you straddled him, the way you’d moan softly as you looked down at him, approving, studying him like you did your recipes, your lovely eyes switching back and forth across his face, his chest, his stomach - now much softer than when he started - and down and down and down.

John groaned, letting his wrist go limp as his hand slipped up and down his cock. He kept trying not to let his hips leave the bed, but it was too much, soon his back was arching like the girls in his magazines.

“Come on, sweet boy…” Your voice, so real he could almost believe you were murmuring by his ear, was soft and sweet and oh so in control. “Are you gonna cum for me, honey? Gonna cum just from being inside me at last?”

John bit his lip harder, trying not to make a sound, but the growing pressure pooling below his navel made it almost impossible. The hand he’d laid by his head made its way into his tangled hair, still damp with sweat from the gig. John wrapped his curls around his fingers and tugged, hard, a move that made him let out an embarrassingly reedy groan.

“That’s it, good boy. Good boy… You look so perfect like this, Johnny. Could cum just from watching you touch yourself. Come on, pretty boy, let me hear you…”

/

You were so wet, you could hear your fingers as they worked. It made your cheeks prickle. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had made you feel like this, so desperate and single-minded.

All you could think about was John, how he’d look beneath you, how he’d whine and gasp as you rode him, his hands up above his head, his pretty chest rising and falling raggedly as he tried to catch his breath, his whole body covered in a sheen of sweat.

You knew he’d let you do anything you wanted. You knew he’d beg you to touch him, to look at him, to take him to places he didn’t think were possible, and wouldn’t stop until you were finished with him. Such a smart, enthusiastic boy.

You could picture him sitting up against the headboard, his face pressed between your breasts as you rocked your hips, his hands gripping your hips, your arse, as he mouthed at your flushed skin, leaving trails of kisses and bites and saliva in his wake.

/

He’d turn up at rehearsals the next day, covered from head to toe in love bites and bite marks, a map of your lips, and he’d wear them all with pride.

John huffed sharply through his nose, his eyes rolling back as he fucked his hand.

Come on, come on, come on, so close, so close, so close…

He pulled at his hair again, just as something began to tighten in his lower belly, and John’s back arched off the bed again, his eyes rolling shut as he whispered to himself.

“Please, please, please… Fuck- Ah!”

He came moaning your name, his mouth hanging open as pleasure rolled through his body. He bent double, folded like a deckchair, the hardest he’d ever cum in his life. John’s hips jerked out of rhythm but he didn’t stop moving his hand, because he knew you wouldn’t. He didn’t stop until it started to ache.

John let his body flop back onto the bed, completely spent. He’d never made that much noise before. He just prayed his neighbours hadn’t heard him.

/

Across the city, your fingers were starting to cramp but, determined, you kept your pace.

Always so obedient. Always so eager to do well. And not for just anyone, for you. Oh, you’d seen the way John preened every time you paid him the littlest compliment, how he beamed with pride whenever you were sweet to him and how eager he seemed to reassure you that you could do anything you wanted to him.

“You’re in charge, Captain.”

Maybe you could learn to like the nickname.

And maybe it wouldn’t take much convincing to get John to let you have him, his lovely hair strewn across the pillow, his back back arching off the bed as you slipped inside him. God, how he’d bounce and roll his hips, his moans rising higher and higher as he begged you to fuck him harder.

“Fu- Johnnn…”

The band across your belly snapped, and you came moaning the delivery boy’s name.

Exhausted, you let your body sink into the bed. Already, you could feel sleep beginning to overwhelm you. You just about had the wherewithal to pull your hand from the front of your pants before you turned over and fell right asleep, your body still pulsing and your mind still buzzing with the thought of John’s whines of pleasure, and the way his hands had felt in yours as he walked you home.

/

The next morning, you danced around the bakery’s shop floor, wiggling your hips and kicking up your heels as you tugged tables and their accompanying chairs into place. It did occur to you why you might’ve been in such a good mood but you chose to ignore that.

Cold, morning sunshine flooded in as you placed some of the goods you’d baked that morning in the window, then the rest behind the display counter. All the while, you sang along with the radio, waggling your head to T-Rex and smiling to yourself.

The world seemed at ease, just for a moment.

“Well, she ain't no witch and I love the way she twitch, uh-huh. I'm her two-penny prince and I give her hot love, uh-huh…”

A sharp knock at the door made you look up. It was about quarter past five, the bakery wouldn’t be open for more than an hour, so you immediately went into defensive mode. Thankfully, you recognised the face pressed up against the glass.

“Roger?”

You opened the door.

John’s drummer almost fell into the shop but he caught himself well.

“Alright, Bakery Girl?”

Roger grinned, wide and youthful, and clearly unaffected by the early hour. He was bundled up in a warm jacket, his shoulders drawn right up to his ears as he glanced over your shoulder into the dark, empty bakery.

You had to smile. This boy was even easier to read than John.

“I’m good, I’m good, yeah. It’s a nice mornin’, innit?” You nodded over your shoulder. “D’you wanna cuppa to take to work with you?”

Roger accepted your offer so eagerly, he almost tripped over his own feet getting through the door.

“You’re in a good mood,” he said, perching on one of the tables you’d set out.

You realised you were still humming to yourself. Try as you might, you couldn’t force down your smile.

“Just- You know.” You shrugged, trying not to look too sheepish. “How’s the market?”

“It’s fun! Hard but… We’re surviving. Barely make enough money to eat but it’s a good laugh.”

He spoke with such brevity, the soft corners of his pretty mouth tugged back into a toothy smile. Still, his words struck you. Roger and Freddie seemed so happy, so at ease in themselves, that you’d hardly believe they were struggling. You made a conscious decision to add them to your list of scrawny, ridiculous boys who needed looking after.

“Well, that’s all that matters, I s’pose,” you said, forcing a smile.

If Roger noticed your worry, he didn’t show it. He was too busy eyeing up the cakes and pastries behind the glass display case.

“Fred’s got this mate in Chiswick says he’s got a ton of swimwear and things for us. It’ll be summer soon, people’ll want stuff like that. Then maybe we can rent a bigger patch in the market. Maybe start selling LPs as well.”

“That’s the dream then, eh?”

“Oh, no,” Roger raised his head, his pretty eyes wide and soft in the low light. “No, the dream is… Walking out of EMI with a contract and my best mates… The whole world and our whole lives out in front of us. That’s the dream. Me and my mates, working together and seeing the world. I want to make things, you know? Be useful. Help people. Help someone.”

He couldn’t know it, but Roger had single-handedly unwound all your worries about your future with John. The way he spoke about it, it seemed so easy, like he was talking about any other job, and the warmth in his voice… Roger really believed it would happen for them. They were going to make it. Maybe you didn’t have to focus your energy on a plan you’d devised years ago. Maybe you could afford to have the same faith Roger did.

“Well,” you said, smiling too now. “When you put it like that.”

Roger sighed with an exaggerated shrug of his shoulders.

“It’s just a dream, Bakery Girl. But that’s all I’ve got.”

“What about John? What’s his dream?”

“Something a lot more pedestrian, I think.” Roger raised his eyebrows. “You probably factor in somewhere.”

Face burning, you turned away to make his tea.

“Shu’ up.”

“Ahh, you know I’m right. I reckon he still thinks he’s gonna end up working in some lab or drawing up blueprints, or somethin’. We’re working on an album, you know. But I think he still thinks it’s just a laugh.”

“But it’s not?”

Roger smiled but his bright eyes, blue as the sea he grew up by, were serious and certain.

“No.”

You twisted your mouth.

“Rockstar or genius scientist.”

“I know. Leave some for the rest of us.”

You both took a moment to marvel at John’s seemingly unlimited potential. Then Roger smiled.

“Has he asked you out yet? I’ve been coaching him. Trying to make him act for once in his bloody life. Grab the bull by the horns.” He waved a hand. “So to speak.”

It proved too difficult to hide your smile, so you gave up trying. Instead, you passed him two steaming paper cups and warned him that they were still too hot to drink from just yet.

While the tea steeped, you set about putting together his breakfast.

“I dunno,” you shrugged. “I could ask him out.”

“Oh, I’d love to watch that.” Roger laughed and shook his head. “He’s great, isn’t he. I really like him. Most people just…”

He made an ineffectual sound and waved his hand again. It seemed Roger too had had his fair share of people letting him down, sadly just by being fundamentally people.

You followed his hand as it came to rest by his thigh again. His fingertips were bandaged. John’s fingers had felt a little coarse the few rare, wonderful times he’d brushed them against your skin. These boys wounded themselves, altered themselves for what they loved. You thought of your own scarred, roughened hands. There was a kinship there you never could have imagined.

“But John’s great. Always there when you need him. Brian bores me half to death most of the time but John’s clever in a nice way. You don’t feel like you’re being quizzed ‘n’ tested when you’re with him. You’re just… With him.”

Roger had the faraway look of someone realising just how lucky he was. You knew he wasn’t just talking up his friend, he really believed every word. You’d never seen someone so proud or so fond of his friends.

“Anyway, he’s a pain in my arse too, don’t get me wrong. But he’s great.”

Beaming, you passed Roger a bag filled with pastries, and a carrier for his and Freddie’s morning cuppas.

“I think so too.”

/

“New Boy!”

The shout was so sudden, John almost fell off his bike. He gripped the handles tight, wobbling dangerously as he stuck out his heels and dragged himself to a slow and graceless stop.

It was late in the afternoon. John had just finished his last round of deliveries and was looking forward to spending the rest of his day with you, helping out in the kitchen, and trying not to think about kissing you - the usual day to day.

You were standing in the bakery’s doorway, smiling so broadly, orbiting astronauts could probably see it. You were keeping the door propped open with one hand, the other was outstretched towards him.

“Mickey’s ‘ere! And he brought the baby!”

Before he knew it, John had been ushered inside. Your lovely hands switched dizzyingly between his hips and the small of his back as you guided him to the kitchen, where Mickey was waiting with a tiny bundle of pink cloth gathered up in his enormous arms.

“Oh, Mick…” John couldn’t help beaming as he leaned in to take a closer look. “She’s lovely.”

There had been photos posted up by the phone for weeks now, of little Dot just a few hours old, waving one tiny hand at the camera. You’d put up a few more recent pictures of Mickey and his family just the other day, all of the Caines squashed together to fit in frame. Nothing compared to seeing something so small and beautiful in person for the first time.

“She’s a righ’ terror,” Mickey beamed down at his little girl. “Drives her mother insane. An’ her old dad. Reckon she’s gonna be singer with the way she goes on. Maybe she could front your band one day, Johnny Boy.”

“She’d give Freddie a run for his money, I bet.”

John held out one finger and brushed it delicately across the back of one of Dot’s tiny fists.

“So, who does she look like more, d’you reckon? You or Rita?” he asked.

You snorted.

“You’re ‘avin a laugh. She’s perfect. She’s all Rita.”

“Ahhh, she’s got my charm. And my devilish good looks.”

Mickey finally tore his gaze away from his little girl to smile at John.

“Do you wanna hold her?”

“Me? Are you sure? I’ve never really…”

“Don’t be daft. C’mon, you’re part of the family now.”

With careful instructions on how to position his arms, Mickey gently passed Dot over, settling her against John’s chest.

The baby made a soft sound of disapproval, she never liked being far from her father’s warm, broad chest, but she soon settled. Her eyes closed, Dot sighed softly and went right back to sleep.

“There. You see?” Mickey patted John’s shoulder with a hand the size of a bear’s paw. “You’re a natural, mate. Won’t be long till you’ve got a few of your own.”

It took all John’s strength not to glance at you.

“She’s amazing, Mickey.”

John smiled as he ever so gently began to sway from side to side, trying to remember how his parents had soothed his little sister when she was just a baby.

He only looked up when he felt your hand on his arm. You were looking down at Dot, smiling gently, but your warm touch, the way your fingers pressed into him, that was a secret, just for the two of you.

“She’s so perfect. Shame you didn’t name her after me but…” You grinned. “Hang on, I have to take a photo. Stay right there, don’t move.”

John watched you go. He didn’t tear his gaze away until the door up to your flat had clicked shut behind you.

It was strange, but he already missed you. Just being near you set his whole body at ease. He could think clearer, his heart kept a regular pace, at least, until you smiled at him, or touched him, or looked in his general direction. When you were gone, it all came rushing back, like the pressure in the room had changed. He’d never needed to be near someone before.

John caught Mickey smiling at him and turned his attention back to the baby in his arms, hoping he didn’t look as he felt, like a love struck idiot who couldn’t concentrate whenever you weren’t around, let alone when you were.

“So,” Mickey was grinning now, much to John’s chagrin. “How’s things with you and the Captain?”

“They’re good.” John kept his eyes down, hoping in vain that it would obscure how red his face was getting. “We’ve been seeing quite a lot of each other but… No official date yet.”

“So you’re not goin’ together?”

John grimaced.

“I haven’t really asked her properly. It’s my fault,” he said sheepishly.

Dot began to fuss in John’s arms. She raised one of her little fists in the air, as if she too disapproved of his cowardliness.

Mickey reached over. John thought he might want to take his little girl back but he just brushed one finger across her clenched fist and whispered to her sweetly. Dot settled again, a look of contentment on her angelic face.

“She’s like her dad. Never ‘appy unless she’s complainin’.” Mickey smiled fondly. “So what’s keeping you? Last time I saw you, seemed like things were movin’ along a bit.”

“They were. They have.”

John thought about the night before, how soft and open your eyes had been as you gazed up at him. He had held your face, your hands, practically admitted everything he felt for you, and you’d smiled and said you wanted him too. God, why hadn’t he kissed you?

Because, John thought, because he was afraid. Even after everything you’d said, everything you’d done together, he was terrified that you didn’t actually care about him, and this was all a roll of the dice that would end with him losing the first place he’d felt safe in years, and a second family he didn’t want to ever say goodbye to. And he could lose you too. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” John said quietly. “Not like that?”

Mickey shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“She does.”

John huffed.

“She thinks I’m useless.”

“No, she doesn’t.”

“She thinks I’m quiet and funny-looking-”

“She thinks the world of you, you muppet-”

“And too skinny.”

“She loves you!”

The words hung in the air, like dust after a building collapses, crawling and curling their way through the kitchen, until they had filled John’s eyes, his lungs, his mind.

He blinked, heart sore, begging Mickey not to make fun of him with just a look. But Mickey nodded earnestly as he tucked Dot’s blanket under her back, as if promising her, or perhaps on her, that he would never joke about something so serious.

“She adores you, mate,” he said, just before the door opened again and you came bounding through, camera in hand.

“Okay, hold still. Say cheese!”

John tried his best to lower his head so that he and Dot would be in frame together without disturbing her. He felt Mickey wrap an arm around his shoulders and realised he was smiling without having to be told.

The camera clicked, flashed, then whirred as it spat out the polaroid.

“That’s one for the album,” you said as you stared at the photo, waiting for it to develop. “Shame Glad isn’t here. Where is she?”

Mickey scoffed.

“She ‘avin’ lunch with his nibs.”

“Well then,” You placed your free hand on your hip. “I’d say that’s lunch then, boys.”

You didn’t flip back the sign on the door. John tried not to look too surprised, but he didn’t think he’d ever seen you pass off an opportunity to keep the bakery open. Money was tight, this place was your whole world, you had a lot invested in 64 Oslo Square.

Perhaps you’d simply grown tired of working yourself to exhaustion when Gladys couldn’t even be bothered to show up. Perhaps it didn’t feel right to work when there was such an important visitor. John didn’t care what had driven this decision. He was just pleased to see you take some time for yourself. You’d more than earned an afternoon in the sun with your family.

/

You took John’s hand and led him across the road to the chippy, where you handed over loaves of bread, sweet pastries, and cups of tea in return for three bags of chips, cod for Mickey and a battered sausage for you and John. Michael’s Fish Bar had been kicking about for almost as long as the bakery; this bartering system had existed for far longer than you’d worked at 64 Oslo Square.

After dishing everything out, you pressed a plate into John’s hands and led him out through the kitchen doorway to the alley. You sat down together, side by side on the top step, your knees touching, and happily tucked into salty, hot chips that burnt the tongue and soothed the soul.

“So what’re you reading at the moment?” John asked, after a few minutes of comfortable silence had passed.

Beside you, Dot gurgled in her pram. You hadn’t had much experience around children, especially babies as tiny as her, but you knew enough to gingerly push the buggy’s back wheel with the toe of your shoe, gently rocking her back into her dreams.

“Oh, nothing at the moment. Been too busy,” you said through a mouthful of chips. “You got any recommendations?”

“Uni is so intense right now, all my suggestions would be written by Seymour Hammond.”

“Right,” you said, bewildered. “No, yeah. He’s fab.”

John picked up another chip and stared at it. He was chewing on his bottom lip, tugging the skin between his incisors as he thought.

You watched, mesmerised.

“You know, when I first moved here, I hated London. The smell, the crowds…”

“The price of fish and chips.”

That made John smile. He stopped worrying his lip and finally popped the chip into his mouth.

“But when I’m here, I see it.”

“See what?”

“Home, I suppose. This place feels like home. Or it’s starting to, at least. Does that make sense?”

In the ocean of your heart, something was stirring. Towering waves of fondness, warmth, and something you were beginning to seriously suspect might be love, rose up, crested, then broke, washing over your heart again and again, gently but firmly, undeniably.

“I think you’re a bit mental but… Yeah, it makes sense.”

You glanced over your shoulder. Mickey was on the phone to his wife, letting her know he’d be home soon and asking if she needed him to pick up anything on his way. You and John were alone.

You shrugged.

“Maybe it’s Gladys’ tea.”

John snorted.

“Or the free food.”

“Or the good company.”

“You do tend to make things a bit brighter, I’ve found.”

John looked at you, really looked at you. Gone were the days when he could hardly hold your gaze. Long gone. He had the most beautiful eyes you’d ever seen.

“I don’t fancy your drummer,” you said, cheeks beginning to burn at how abrupt you’d sounded.

John’s eyebrows pulled together, his nose wrinkling.

“I didn’t-”

“I know you think I do. He’s nice but he’s not my type.”

John didn’t look convinced but he was still smiling.

“I thought you liked pretty boys.”

“I do.” Heart pounding, you turned your body towards his. “Pretty boys with pretty hair and lovely eyes, cute noses and a funny mouth.”

“My mouth isn’t funny.”

“Then why are you smiling?” You grinned. “Very presumptuous of you, by the way, John.”

Pink dusted his cheeks. It was such a lovely sight, you could barely resist brushing your fingertips along the path laid out for you, across his cheek, down his neck, to his chest and beyond.

Then he moved, turning his body in towards yours, so now your knees were pressed against his upper leg. John was so tense, you could practically feel the muscles in his thigh jump at your touch.

He lowered his head, as if to whisper in your ear, but his eyes never left yours.

“Call it a theory,” John said. “One I’ve been mulling over for a while.”

You watched, hardly daring to breathe, as he leaned in closer. Your fingers itched to wrap around the collar of his shirt and pull him in, but the thought of moving right now seemed impossible.

“And have you managed to mull up a hypothesis?”

“Oh, definitely,” John’s eyes dropped to your mouth. “Trust me, I’ve had lots of thoughts about you.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m having one right now, actually.”

You wanted to respond with something clever. You wanted to take the next step in this dance you’d fallen into. You wanted to see if you could make John’s ears go as red as his cheeks. But you couldn’t think of anything to say. You couldn’t think at all.

You felt your hand move without your say so. It slipped over his knee and found a home on John’s thigh, keeping him close, keeping yourself grounded.

He was looking at you so intently, you could hardly breathe. Sunbeams filtered into the alley, light particles that had travelled hundreds of thousands of miles, just to get tangled in John’s lovely hair. The shadow cast by his aquiline nose, the tiny smile at the corner of his brilliant mouth, the softness of his gaze. How could you resist?

“John…”

Your heart was aching in your chest, pressing against your ribs, pushing you forward towards him. You had to draw in a breath to try and ease the pressure in your chest, but it shuddered through, and there was no way John couldn’t have noticed.

He smiled, sweet and reassuring, as he bent his head, murmuring your name under his breath.

Footsteps behind you made you straighten up. You hadn’t even noticed that you’d closed your eyes.

“‘Scuse me, lovebirds,” Mickey barged between you carrying two enormous black rubbish bags. “Bin man comes at seven.”

You weren’t violent by nature, but suddenly the idea of knocking Mickey’s lights out and shoving him into a dustbin seemed like a perfectly reasonable idea.

John looked about as mortified as you felt. But he was still enticingly close. He hadn't moved away.

You were still squeezing his thigh. Part of your brain screamed at you to take your hand back, to apologise and pretend like it had never happened. But there was another voice, braver, softer, that told you it was alright, to just trust yourself, to trust John, and to never, ever let him go.

“John, I-”

The bakery door opened. You turned your head in the direction of the sound, frowning quizzically. That was odd, you thought, you’d definitely locked it.

Then you heard Gladys’ voice. She was calling out for you. Something twisted in your chest, though you couldn’t be sure why.

Squeezing John’s thigh reassuringly, you gave him a quick smile.

“Don’t move,” you said firmly, then scrambled to your feet before he could say any more.

You didn’t look back as you hurried through the kitchen. If you did, you feared you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from grabbing his face and having another go at kissing him senseless.

Heart still hammering, you made your way into the bakery where Gladys was standing in the centre of the shop floor. She looked pale, her usually lively eyes dull and almost unseeing.

For a moment, you worried that she was angry with you for shutting the shop. You tried to summon a smile, your hands automatically reaching out to make her a cup of tea.

“Gladys! I thought you were-” You cleared your throat, your mind still spinning from the dark, soft look in John’s eyes as he leaned in to kiss you. “Doesn’t matter. Mick’s here and he brought the little’un!”

“Where is everyone?”

Gladys’ voice was hollow. She was gripping a slip of paper in her hands so tightly, you could see it was beginning to tear.

“They’re outside having a fag. Well, Mickey’s having a fag and John’s got chips. We just stopped for a late lunch.”

When she didn’t say anything, you frowned.

“Are you alright? What’s wrong?”

“He’s taken it.”

“Taken..?” You shook your head, trying to ignore the sickening, churning dread in the pit of your belly. “Who, Glad? What’s going on?”

“Alastair,” she whispered the name like it was bad luck. And perhaps it was. “He’s taken the bakery.”

Time slowed, choked, before finally falling to its knees. An age passed. Civilisations came and went. Stars burned and died. And all you could do was stare. The bakery had never been so silent.

“What are you talking about?” you asked once you’d found your voice again, hoarse and reedy as it was.

Gladys’ face crumpled like the paper in her hands.

“I shouldn't have. I know I shouldn't have but he- The way he explained things, it… He had me change the names on the deeds. It felt like a good idea at the- It’s his. It’s all his.”

Tears filled Gladys’ eyes.

“It’s gone, love. It's gone. Alastair owns the bakery.

//

Master List

[fictionalmenmakemecry]

Hey hi, I noticed your Deacon St. John fic "Healing the wounds" could've continued.. Ik I'm like 2 years behind on this but I'm watching a playthrough of Days Gone again and goddamn that man is still fine as hell, sooo I was wondering would you continue the fic or has the ship sailed lol

Hey! Tbh, I totally forgot about continuing that. That fic was mostly for me because I was having all these crazy daydreams. I didn't realise people were actually enjoying them! But I would love to. Deacon St. John will always have my heart. I'll definitely make a part 2. It might take a hot minute, but I will definitely do it! Thanks for letting me know :)

[rogertaylorshbb]

"good girl" part 2! roger Taylor x reader {short imagine}

he back a few inches away and looked at you. you couldn't even look him in the eye, you just looked down and fiddled with the papers.

he tucked some hair behind your ear. "are you gonna be a good girl when I tell you what to do" he asked in a soft but dominating voice. "yes" you whispered.

he grabbed the papers in your hand and placed then on a coffee table, "look at me" he demanded, you looked up at, "you look so desperate" he laughed.

he moved some hair away from your neck and started to kiss down to your collar bone, even that made you wet between your legs. he then got his hand and slowly placed it on your stomach following it up to your breast. you let out a moan louder then expected but you stopped yourself from doing more. "its alright, love, moan, I want you to moan my name"

he started to unbutton your shirt and flung it on the ground, he did the same with your bra shortly after. traveling his hand around your neck and chest while he kissed you, his other hand rubbing the inside of your thigh.

you could smell his fresh cologne that smelt like a soft peppermint and could taste cigarettes' on his tongue. his rough fingertips traced down to your skirt, he ran he hands over your underwear nudging your sensitive clit which made you gasp outload. "already so wet and sensitive, how nice, such a good girl for me" he chuckled through kisses.

he started to softly nudge the area of couple times feeling the wet warmth through the fabric. "roger" you began to whimper as the slightest touch from him made your stomach fill with butterflies.

he began to grow hard at your whimpers of his name, becoming more rough as he grew. he laid you down on your back sliding your underwear off, he started to unbuckle his jean belt and slide his pants off as he whispered in your ear "I'm gonna try to to easy on you" he said softly.

"don't" you whispered "make me cry your name"

"fuck" he groaned.

he put his hand down to your clit and trailed down to your opening. he slowly placed two fingers inside you and you clenched around his fingers. the feel of you getting flustered underneath him made him almost feel weak.

"tell me if its too much" he said as he slowly pushed into you.

"oh my god, roger- fuck" you moaned as he pushed in deeper.

he started to pound you fast without and hesitation. you scarped your nails into his back and moaned uncontrollably, maybe even a bit too much.

"fucking good girl" he groaned while he pounded into you, he called you other names that made you feel closer to your climax. "roger, fuck me, god, its too much- don't stop"

"you fucking desperate whore" he whispered into your ear that made you shake.

"I'm- clos-" you moaned

"I know love".

he reached your climax and grabbed onto him and he rubbed your clit harshly riding your orgasm out. he them pulled out of you to cum on your stomach.

"good boy" you whispered.

[vladr2566]

How tf do I do a poll?

[petitemistletoe]

The Concert

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst, dom! James x Regulus, some hate fucking sort of? enjoy this!

Word Count: 5K+

A/N: This is a part 2 to Hate, hope you all enjoy it :)

“I have such a good idea!” You said with a large grin on your face as you dropped yourself down at the table in between Marlene and Remus. 

“Where did you come from?” Sirius asked, turning fully around to look behind him. 

“Stayed to help Binns after history,” you grinned, helping yourself to a large piece of the meaty pie that was on the table for dinner.

“What’s your idea?” Lily asked, sensing the excitement radiating off you.

“I heard from Yaz who heard from Dorcus who heard from Daniel who heard from Michael who heard from his cousin who lives in Soho that Queen is doing a pub concert in London on Friday and we have to go!” You beamed. 

“I don’t care for Queen.” Remus shrugged.

“The Queen sings?” Marlene cocked an eyebrow. 

“No! The band Queen! Freddy Mercury, Roger Taylor, Brian May, John Deacon. Come on! They’re the biggest band in the world right now! How can you guys not want to go?” You were severely displeased with your friends’s lack of enthusiasm. 

“Hey! I know I would love to hear the Queen perform. I’ve never been to a muggle concert before.” James said, getting up from his place across the table and squeezing himself between you and Sirius so he could wrap an arm around your shoulders. 

“It’s just Queen, Prongs, and your opinion doesn’t count you would do anything to keep your girlfriend happy.” Remus rolled his eyes as he looked at you and James comfortably seated together. 

“Uh, Remus? She’s not the only one who would be happy to see Queen.” Lily said with a grin, pointing her fork at Sirius. Remus turned to look at Sirius who was red faced with excitement and had somehow transfigured his sweater into a Queen t-shirt.

“Oh no,” Remus sighed, “don’t tell me you’re a Queen fan? Padfoot! What happened to taste?”

“I don’t know why you don’t like them, Moony. They’re amazing and you’re a snob. Also I’m excited for us to listen to a great band, get pissed, and snog uncontrollably.” Sirius crossed his arms and glowered at Remus. 

“I don’t want to go if all you’re gonna do is snog,” Lily sighed. 

“Yeah! I don’t want to watch the Potters and the Lupins snog all night. I’m out,” Marlene said, tossing her napkin on the table and crossing her arms across her chest in a pout. 

“I’ll come if I can bring Roman. We’re supposed to go on a date but I’ve been wanting a dastardly little rendez-vous in a pub bathroom.” Mary shrugged, standing from the table and making her way over to the Hufflepuff table.

“Hold on, what makes you think I would take James’s last name?” You asked. 

“Yeah! What if Moony and I wanted to hyphenate?” Sirius protested. Before Remus could rebut, Yasmine made her way over to the table and grinned at Marlene.

“Marls are you going to the Queen concert in London? I’d love to see you there.” She smiled at Marlene again who could only offer a goofy wave and a nod in return, her eyes trained on Yaz’s ass as she walked out of the great hall. 

“Okay so what is the official headcount for the concert then? Who’s coming?” James asked, surveilling the group.

“We’re going,” Sirius said quickly, sending Remus a look. Remus rolled his eyes and nodded. 

“I’ll come!” Peter said, his mouth still full of mashed potatoes.

“Roman and I will be there,” Mary said with a nod as she walked past the table, arm in arm with Roman. 

“Marlene, you coming?” You asked. Marlene still had a dumbstruck look on her face as her fingers ghosted over her shoulder where Yaz had rested her hand.

“What about you Evans?” James asked, looking at the final member of the group who had yet to respond

“No! I’ll be the,” Lily took a second to count the people in the group, “ninth wheel. I’d rather stay back and do almost anything else.”

“Peter will be alone. You can go with him,” Sirius offered but to everyone’s surprise Peter shook his head and squeaked, 

“I’ll be going with Dorcas.”

Lily looked like she wanted to die. You cleared your throat and sent a look Lily’s way.

“Lily, why don’t you bring Severus?” You offered her a gentle smile and you slapped one hand against James’ mouth and the other against Sirius’. You could feel both of their mouths moving against your hands but you weren’t letting go any time soon. You forgot, however, that there was another person in the group who despised Snape just as much as James and Sirius and you were out of hands. 

“Why the hell would we want Snape at a concert that I don’t even want to go to?” Remus said with a look of disgust. 

“Yeah!” Sirius said after biting your hand. You snatched your hand back and wiped it on Sirius’s shirt with a scowl, “That little snake will probably bring my brother too just to piss me off.”

“You think Regulus will be there?” James asked. You and James hadn’t really spoken about your incident with Regulus a few months ago where Regulus had watched you and James fuck. You tried to bring it up a few times but James shut it down, though you could’ve sworn you heard James murmur ‘Regulus’ under his breath a few times during sex. Regulus had been avoiding you and the Marauders like the plague since. 

“Regulus would never be caught somewhere with that many muggles.” Remus shook his head. 

“Lily is our friend so we have to baseline tolerate her friends. Lily why don’t you ask Severus if he’d like to come.” You said. Lily shook her head and sighed,

“I should stay home.”

“Lily you love Queen. Either come with us on your own or ask Severus.” You placed your hand over Lily’s and she made a face, 

“Your hand is wet.” 

“Sirius.” You rolled your eyes. Your other hand was still over James’s mouth and you finally looked at him and he smiled at you with his lust blown eyes. You moved your hand down so it was on James’ tie and pulled him up. 

“We’re going now,” you said, looking at the group, “I’ll get us twelve tickets. We’ll talk more at breakfast tomorrow.”

“Walk him like a dog!” Sirius called after you both. You led James to the prefects bathroom and started undressing. James fell back into the steamy, bubbling baths and you set yourself down on top of him. He was kissing up your neck as you seated yourself on James’s cock. 

James moaned into your open mouth as he helped move you, guide you up and down on his cock. 

“God, I love you so much baby,” James was babbling, the way he usually did when he was close. He was moving you faster and faster and he choked out a desperate “don’t stop!” His hand was fisted in your hair and he stumbled out a “Regulus,” before he came. He took several deep breaths, resting his forehead on yours and smiling. 

“I think we need to talk about something, James.” You said, getting off him and sitting next to him. 

“Alright? What’s up?”

“Have you realized that since the incident with Regulus-”

“I don’t want to talk about that.” 

“I know. But I think we need to. Every time we’ve had sex in the last two months you’ve moaned Regulus’s name. I think you want him James.” You said. You could practically see the gears turning in James’ brain.

“I…this is really confusing.” James shook his head. 

“You don’t need to do anything, James. Just think about what you want.”

“I want you!”

“I know you do. But you can want more than one thing.” You said with a small smile. You and James did not discuss it further.

Finally, Friday was upon you all and you were more than excited to see Queen. You had been ready for hours and you were sitting up in the marauder’s dorm watching the boys get ready. Remus was pouting as he sat on his bed wearing a normal pair of jeans, sweater, and tennis shoes. Sirius, on the other hand, was going all out. He was wearing a tight pair of trousers and a leather jacket with no shirt underneath. He was currently lining his eyes with a dark eyeliner and snapping at Remus, 

“Moony so help me god if you don’t change I’m going to hit you.”

“I don’t even want to go!” Remus protested. You sat down on the bed next to Remus and laid your head on his shoulder, 

“Remus. Just change so you can shut Sirius up.” 

“Fine!” Remus got up and started rifling through his trunk.

“Where’s my boyfriend?” You asked, looking around the dorm. Peter was looking between two graphic tees that his sister must have sent. One was for the Beatles and one was for Bowie.

“Which one do I wear?” Peter asked, obviously bewildered. 

“Bowie.” You nodded.

“I’m here!” James said, walking out of the bathroom. He was wearing a pair of jeans, a smart looking sweater, and a leather jacket. He was also walking uncomfortably, presumably finally breaking in the pair of doc Martens that you had bought him for Christmas a year back. 

“You look good,” you said with a smile. 

“So do you,” James winked at you. You were dressed how you assumed most girls at the concert would be, a Queen shirt that Mary had cut up for you, a leather skirt, and your own doc Martens. 

Remus had finally changed and was now in a stiff pair of jeans, a thin long sleeve t shirt and a leather jacket. You had never seen so many wizards in leather. There was a knock at the door and you knew it could only be the other girls, finally ready. You let them in and Mary ran immediately to Sirius, helping him finish his eyeliner. Mary was dressed like you, with a cut up t shirt and a pleated mini skirt. 

“Mary, is that your skirt from third year?” You asked. 

“Yes! I needed a skirt I could cut shorter and Marlene knew a spell to expand the waistline!” Mary beamed. Marlene and Lily were dressed a little more conservatively. Lily was wearing a v-neck sweater and a pair of jeans and was twisting her ring on her finger nervously. Marlene was wearing leather pants and a tight top that rode up at times to show off her toned stomach. Marlene reached up to grab a flask that was sitting on a high shelf and Peter gasped and said,

“Marlene! Is that belly button piercing?” 

Marlene blushed bright red and immediately tried to pull her shirt down. 

“Ah ah! Too late McKinnon!” James said and laughed. 

“How did I not notice that before? Did you guys see that?” Lily said, turning and looking at you and Mary, who both shook your heads. 

“Yaz did it over the break,” Marlene mumbled, her face staying that same unnatural shade of red. 

“So Lily,” you could sense that Marlene was getting uncomfortable so you changed the subject, “is Severus coming?”

“Ah, sort of,” Lily shrugged, “he’s going with a few other Slytherins. Said he’ll see me there.” 

“Who are the other Slytherins, Evans?” Sirius asked, his eyes even more piercing now against the thick black eyeliner. 

“I think Barty and Regulus.” Lily sighed. 

“Oh my god! My damn brother! Get over here Moony! You’re wearing eyeliner.” Sirius commanded. 

“What? No!” Remus protested. 

“If Regulus is going to be there I need to make him as angry as possible. Seeing my boyfriend at a concert with thick eyeliner will do it.” Sirius snapped. 

“Just let him do it, Remus. He’ll poke out your eye before he backs down.” James said with a head shake. So twenty minutes later, Remus’s eyes were thickly lined and you all were on your way to Hogsmeade to apparate into London. You and James apparated first, since Yaz had left the tickets at will call for you and as a half-blood you were one of the few in the group who were familiar with the muggle world. 

“Hiya,” you greeted the man at will call, “picking up tickets. They were left by Yasmine Patel.”

“What’s the name on them?” The man asked. You gave the man your first and last name and he shook his head, “Sorry. I don’t have them under that name.”

“What!” You looked at James a little panicked. 

“Is it under Potter?” James tried. 

“Yep. Enjoy the show.” The man handed you the tickets. 

“Why would Yaz leave them under your name? She told me about the tickets.” You said, taking your ticket from James as you waited for the others to arrive. 

“Look again at the name on them,” James chuckled. He handed you the sticky note that was stuck on the tickets. Written there was your first name but instead of your last name there was Potter.

“Oh she’s hilarious.” You said with an eyeroll, crumpling up the sticky note. The rest of the group made their way over and took their tickets. 

“What’s that in your hand?” Sirius asked you as you made your way into the pub. It was pretty crowded but your large group was able to spread itself over a few tables comfortably. Marlene ran off almost immediately to see Yasmine, Mary and Roman had disappeared, and you could see Peter and Dorcas chatting with a few Hufflepuffs. Seated at the table was just you and James, Remus and Sirius, and Lily. Lily offered to grab a round of drinks first, but you knew was looking around for Severus. It didn’t seem like any of the Slytherins had made their way to the pub yet. 

“Oh, nothing. Look what Yaz left the tickets under at will call.” You handed Sirius the crumpled paper against your better judgement. Sirius immediately started laughing and said,

“Mrs. Potter! Thank you so much for arranging this visit!”

“You’re welcome, Mrs. Lupin.” You teased back. Lily returned with a tray of drinks for you all as you heard a man tap a few times on the microphone. 

“Hello everyone, thank you for coming to our pub. All shots of well liquor are half off for the rest of the night. Without further ado, Queen.” The man stood back to let the band run on stage. Sirius started screaming at the top of his lungs and grabbed Remus by the hand, running to the stage. 

It was only 11:30 when Queen left the stage and everyone had had a great time, even Remus who nodded his head a few times during Get Down, Make Love. You all agreed to stay and continue drinking as a smaller local band took the stage to play some background music for the pub. 

Remus and Sirius disappeared at one point in the evening and they returned to the table with Sirius's eye makeup smudged, Sirius was wiping his mouth crudely with the back of his hand, and Remus had a dumb little grin. Sirius took his seat back at the table as Remus disappeared off.

“Did Severus not come, Lily?” You asked. You were secretly a little upset that you hadn’t run into Regulus again. 

“No, I don’t think so.” Lily said, a little crestfallen. 

“Don’t worry,” Remus said, holding a tray of shots that he got from the bar for you all, “Snape, Reg, and Barty all have a table near the bar. Don’t worry, Lily, they’re as enchanting as ever.” 

“Oh!” Lily shot up and ran over to the table. 

“If they come over here, I swear.” Sirius said, grabbing his and Lily’s shots off the table. 

“You think Regulus will come over here?” James asked. You could detect the glimmer of hope in his voice. 

“Why?” Sirius teased, “Got a crush? Better watch out Mrs. Potter.” 

“So,” James said hastily, “are we going to take this shot or what?”

“Sooner is better than later,” Remus said, nodding his head over to the group of Slytherins that were following Lily back over to your table. You all clinked the glasses together and took the shot, chasing it with sips of your soda, or in Sirius’s case chasing it with Lily’s shot. 

“Look who’s here!” Lily said with a nervous smile. Snape was glowering at the group as was Barty. Regulus was only glaring at you. 

“Reg,” Sirius said coldly. 

“Sirius. You look like Bellatrix.” Regulus said, He hadn’t meant it to be funny but you all burst out laughing.

“You do!” Remus said between gasps for air. 

“I’m going to go buy,” Sirius took a minute to count, “eight shots for myself.” 

“Don’t be like that, Black!” Barty called after Sirius as he took a seat next to Remus at the table. The energy was a little uncomfortable at first but you quickly learned that the Slytherins had no experience in holding muggle liquor and they were very, very drunk. But, you all were very drunk to the point were words were being slurred. 

“I can get the next round,” you said, standing up and immediately stumbling. Regulus reached out to steady you. 

“Thanks Mrs. Potter!” Remus called. 

“I’ll help,” Regulus said, following you to the bar. 

“Thanks Reg. You know, you’re not so bad.” You said with a giggle, reaching up to ruffle Regulus’s hair. 

“I hate you,” Regulus said. He had been chuckling so you chuckled back but his face became stony as he looked at you again, “I hate you so much. So much. It eats away at me. It makes my stomach hurt. Every time I see you I think about how much I want you dead.” 

“Regulus,” you breathed in sharply and wrapped your fingers around the wand that was stuck in the waistband of your pants. You didn’t want to think about the consequences of using magic in front of a giant group of muggles but if Regulus really did mean you harm, the consequences of not using magic would be much worse. 

“Everything okay over here?” James asked, his hand on your lower back. 

“Fine,” you said, your heart still hammering inside your chest, “I’m going to get some air.” You walked out the back area of the bar where a few people were out there smoking cigarettes and talking on the payphone. There was a couple that were furiously making out and looked like they were near the point of stripping layers. You looked a little closer and saw it was Mary and Roman, unsurprisingly. You leaned back against the wall and fished a cigarette from your pocket and started patting up and down your pants for your lighter. 

“Fuck,” you cursed, looking around to see if anyone around looked kind enough to lend their lighter. The scarce few smokers didn’t seem very friendly and more and more people were leaving the creepy back area by the minute. 

“Need a light?” you heard a voice ask. You looked up gratefully but immediately drew your wand when you saw that it was Regulus. He was holding out a lighter but you refused, pointing your wand directly in his face.

“Get away from me, Regulus.”

“You didn’t let me explain,” Regulus took a step towards you but you snapped, 

“Don’t come closer.” 

“Okay,” Regulus said, his hands up. “I hate you because I’m so jealous. I’m so jealous of you and James.”

“Me and James?” You said, lowering your wand slightly. 

“I just,” Regulus pressed his fingers to his temples, “I haven’t been able to think since that night in the history classroom.”

“Oh,” your heart was thudding in your chest but for a different reason now. James made his way outside and said,

“What’s going on?” He looked between you and Regulus and saw your wand drawn and he stood in front of you, drawing his own wand, “What did you do, Regulus?”

“James.” You finally lowered your wand and put your hand on James’ arm. “He wants you.”

“What?” James looked at you like you were insane. 

“He wants you.” You repeated. James looked back and saw Regulus’s expression. It was odd, Regulus had a look of yearning and desire and a it was a little pathetic but you thought it was also kind of attractive. And it was certainly having a similar effect on James. His brown eyes were lust blown and he was breathing heavier than usual. He lowered his wand and looked at Regulus, 

“Is that true?”

“Yes,” Regulus nodded. Before you could discuss anything further, Sirius stumbled out, laughing drunkenly. 

“Hey, so I,” he paused as he took stock of the situation, “everything okay?”

“Fine.” You said quickly. 

“Anyway. Peter threw up everywhere so they’re kicking us out of the pub. You all ready to apparate back?” 

You all apparated back to Hogsmeade. There was an odd energy between you, James, and Regulus but everyone else seemed to be too drunk to notice. Sirius was practically hanging on you with his arm heavy over your shoulders. You had your arm around Sirius’ waist and you were using all your strength to keep him upright as he spouted his drunken nonsense. 

“Oh Mrs. Potter you’re so good to me.” Sirius giggled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“Oh Mr. Lupin I wish you would walk on your own.” You responded. You saw in your peripheral vision that Regulus made a face when Sirius called you ‘Mrs. Potter’. 

“I think I can get him upstairs,” Remus said, pulling Sirius’ arm over his own shoulders and heading upstairs towards the Gryffindor dorms, Peter trailing behind them. Barty and Snape made their back downstairs towards the Slytherin dorms and you, James, and Regulus were left alone in the corridor. 

“We should talk,” James said. 

“Let’s get out of the corridor before we get a detention.” You said. James nodded and pulled out the marauders map.

“Looks like the charms classroom is open.” James grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the charms classroom. You stretched your own hand out to Regulus but he shook his head and followed a few paces behind. 

“What did you look at?” Regulus asked, looking over at the map that James was pushing back into his pocket. 

“Just a map,” James said quickly. You made it to the charms classroom and you sat on top of one of the tables and just watched James and Regulus. 

Regulus was nervous, you could practically hear his heavy heartbeat. James, curiously, did not seem very nervous. He was looking at Regulus with a calm and even expression.

“What did you say to my girlfriend?” He asked. 

“What?” Regulus was gasping for breath. He looked uncomfortable under the piercing gaze of James’ dark eyes. 

“You must have said something to her to make her draw her wand at the bar,” James seemed completely calm but you could see that his knuckles were white as he tightly gripped the edge of a desk. 

“I, I…” Regulus was just gaping and struggling to form thoughts. 

“He told me he hated me.” You said. 

“That’s unacceptable,” James shook his head. “Take your shirt off.” He said it so suddenly and which such force that you had your fingers on the hem of your own shirt before you realized that James was talking to Regulus, not to you. Regulus tore his shirt off and you took a moment to appreciate his delicate, blemishless skin. His skin was so fair you could almost see every single blue vein underneath. Regulus looked back up at you before looking back at James, waiting for the next command. 

“Take your panties off,” James said to you this time. You obeyed, pulling the red panties off and holding them in your hand. James walked over to you and took them in his own hands. He held them up to his nose and sniffed before focusing his attention back to Regulus.

“She smells good, Regulus. So good.” 

“Can I,” Regulus wet his lips and cleared his throat, “Can I taste?”

“On your knees.” James nodded and Regulus dropped to his knees. James walked over to you and stuck two of his fingers deep inside you. You gasped and grasped James’ wrist in surprise. He didn’t keep his fingers inside you for long and he took them out almost as quickly as they were in. He walked over and held his outstretched fingers in front of Regulus’ lips. Regulus wrapped his lips around James’ fingers and sucked like his life depended on it. James grabbed Regulus’ jaw roughly and pushed his fingers down deeper into Regulus’ mouth. Regulus took them well at first but James pushed his fingers farther and Regulus began to gag and his eyes were starting to water but he showed no other signs on resistance. 

“Good,” James said, a little breathless, as he removed his fingers. Regulus had a little bit of spit rolling down his chin as he kept his eyes trained on James. You felt soaking wet at the whole display and you shut your legs and started rubbing them together, trying to find some friction. Regulus’ eyes shot over to you then back to James. James then looked over at you. 

“I’m sorry, darling,” he said, walking over to you and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “I’ve been neglecting you.” He sunk down his knees and carefully parted your legs. He sent a look back at Regulus before diving into your pussy. His tongue entered and exited you quickly as his nose bumped up against your clit. Your fingers reached for his hair and you locked eyes with Regulus. Regulus was studying you like a painting as you moaned and bucked against James’ face. James added his fingers and pushed his mouth up to your clit and you were done for, panting and moaning until you came. James came back up and kissed you, his hand in your hair this time. He broke away and rested his forehead on yours, just staring at you. He stretched his arm out behind him and snapped his fingers at Regulus. 

“Come here.” He said, without even looking over at him. Regulus scampered over and sat on his knees again, looking up at James. 

“What do you want?” James asked Regulus, finally turning away from you. 

“You,” Regulus responded, his eyes big and starry. 

“Just me?”

“Just you.”

“Well you can’t have just me,” James said, gesturing to you, “we’re sort of a package deal.”

“I don’t want her,” Regulus pouted. 

“Hey!” James slapped Regulus across the face, ”watch your mouth.” 

“If it means I can have you, I’ll have her too,” Regulus said, swallowing against the lump in his throat. You felt awkward, uncomfortable, like you were intruding on a very private moment between James and Regulus. 

“It’s not entirely dependent on your terms,” James exhaled through his nose.

“No, no! I can be good. So good I swear,” Regulus said, sticking two of his own fingers in his mouth to wet them before sticking them inside you. You gasped and looked rapidly between James and Regulus. “I’ll be so good!” Regulus repeated, using his free hand to pull James pants down and spitting in his free hand before stroking James. 

Regulus was very talented with his hands, as evidenced by yours and James’ simultaneous moans. Regulus made you cum quickly and he pulled his fingers out of you to focus his attention on James. You got up off the table and joined Regulus, taking the tip of James’ cock into your mouth and kitten licking it. James was looking at you both, beneath him, with lust blown eyes. You outstretched your hand and gently pushed Regulus’ mouth towards James’ cock. Regulus took James into his mouth and you could hear him control his breathing as he took James as much as could. James was rougher with Regulus then he was with you and you could tell Regulus was trying to control his gag reflex but James was borderline fucking Regulus’ face. 

“James,” you said softly, putting your hand on James’ stomach to slow him, “be gentle.” James slowed his movements and let Regulus pull off and take a gasping breath. 

“I’m sorry,” James panted, “your mouth just felt so fucking good oh my god.” James ran a hand through his hair. 

“Don’t be.” Regulus said, “It was hot.” 

You were overcome for a moment and you pulled Regulus in and kissed him. Regulus was shocked at first but he kissed you back. It was sweet and gentle, lots of lips and tongue and soft breathy moans. You broke away and you pulled James down to your level. You gently pushed Regulus and James closer together until James finally crossed the distance and kissed Regulus. This was rougher, harder. More teeth and light biting and desperate moans. Regulus and James pulled away and James said, 

“I want to try something.”

“Anything for you,” Regulus responded. James positioned Regulus so he was above you and Regulus pushed into you. Regulus’ body was a contrast of yours. His sharp contours against your soft ones. James watched as Regulus fucked you. Then, James pushed himself into Regulus. Regulus released a strangled moan and practically collapsed on top of you, his face in your neck so you could hear his moans. You locked eyes with James and James leaned over Regulus’ body to kiss you. 

Regulus came first, inside you, an action that you would think about later. You came shortly after still around Regulus’s cock and you were far overstimulated but Regulus couldn’t pull out of you as James was still chasing his own orgasm. James finally came, pulling out Regulus quickly and cumming all over Regulus’ back. Regulus pulled out of you and you all just laid in the charms classroom for a few minutes, breathing and savoring the silence. 

“Sirius is going to be so mad when he finds out about this,” you said, chuckling at the shocked expression of the two men in front of you. 

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*.✧ Requests ✧.*

Status:open

Note

I’ve never in my life used tumblr to post on. I can barely work a cell phone and I’m supposed to be from the more tech savvy generation. I apologize if this looks like shit. If anyone has tips to make it look good that would be real appreciated.

Also. There will eventually be smut on here so if you ain’t matte enough to read it. Just don’t. There will be fluff too but if you’re too young. Don’t read the smut.

When requesting it would be greatly appreciated if you gave a small plot summary/idea or prompt. It makes it easier for me and I feel it makes it more interactive for you all :)

Will do:

Most things including, Fluff, Smut, angst, fantasy, modern, horror(I’ll try), soul mates, oc stuff , x reader, canon x canon. All gender pairings, slashers, monsters, etc.

Will not:

underage characters, incest, pedophilia, homophobia, racism, abuse, scat/urine, infantilism.

Even if something isn’t on this list, I still have a right to decline writing something if it makes me uncomfortable.

✎Fandoms✎

Life is strange

Chloe Price, Rachel Amber, Kate Marsh, Nathan Prescott, Victoria Chase, Warren Graham, Mark Jefferson, Frank Bowers. Sean Diaz, Cassidy, Finn McNamara, Penny. Skip Matthews. Alex Chen, Gabe Chen, Ryan Lucan, Steph Gingrich. Others if requested.

Detroit: Become Human

Connor, Kara, Markus. Hank Anderson, Elijah Kamski, Gavin Reed, Rose Chapman, Josh, Lucy, Luther, Simon, Leo Manfred, North, Perkins, RK900, Ralph.

Fallout 4

Cait, Nick Valentine, Paladin Danse, Robert MacReady, Curie, John Hancock, Deacon, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Sturges, Strong.

Resident Evil 8

Alcina Dimitrescu, Karl Heisenberg, Donna Benneviento, Salvatore Moreau.

The Last of Us

Joel Miller, Ellie Williams(pt2), Tommy Miller, Bill(MxM only), Tess, Henry. Haven’t played much of Part 2 yet.

The Walking Dead Game

Lee, Clem(aged up), Kenny, Doug, Carley, Lilly, Ben. Nick, Luke, Bonnie, Jane, Mike. Javier, David, Kate, Eleanor, Tripp, Ava, Paul aka “Jesus”. Louis, Violet, Ruby, Mitch, Marlon, James.

The Walking Dead TV Series

Too many to list. I’ll do the main cast. Any others will be by request.

This is taking a long time. I’m not listing all the characters from here on. Just assume I’ll know them on request. I’ve been working on this for like three hours.

Red Dead Redemption

Legend of Zelda

Botw, Totk, others on request

Stardew Valley

The Hobbit

Pokemon

Avatar(James Cameron)

Avatar(The Last Airbender)

Skyrim

FrostBite, John Doe, etc.

Slashers(Michael Myers, Ghostface, Leatherface, Brahms, etc)

Demon Slayer

Doctor Who

Supernatural

OC Content:

Fantasy(modern or medieval). Zombie apocalypse. Cryptids. I might even do some OC design requests and stuff eventually.

Please I’m begging y’all to request something. Anything. Please. I’m not 100% sure how commenting or whatever works, but please just request anything. Idk how to set up a request button so just commenting works

[faegramme]

𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 <𝟛 (updated 8/10/22)

𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢:

- smut - x reader, some character x character - death/major character death - angst - fluff - specific headcanons - prompts of characters OR [reader] with specific features/personalities etc. (for example; a plus sized reader with a love interest character of your choosing, writing a main character as transgender, etc.) - SOME longer story ideas - yandere/dead dove/darker prompts - age-gaps (LEGAL ONES) - multiple love interests - gendered reader (usually i write an androgynous reader, but if you're looking for anything specific i don't mind delivering on that one ^^)

𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢:

- underage smut - incest of any kind - heavy, heavy gore - zoophilia - fetishization - physically abusive romantic relationships (meaning i won't write an entire one-shot of someone b34t1ng you to d34th)

𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔯𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤…

please specify a detailed prompt, which fandom, which character(s), details of [reader] if needed, what topics, and any other detail i might need to know for your prompt. i will always try my best to have them pumped out fast, but i both work and have school, and lack of detail may hinder the timing of your request! if i am not provided enough detail, i may abandon the request unless i ask for follow up. i also reserve the right to refuse anything i am not comfortable with. please do not spam my inbox with your request, if it isn't eventually uploaded, it's possible that i wasn't comfy with that particular request. please always feel free to revise and resend or submit a new prompt, no judgement here whatsoever.

*.~Fandoms~.*

꧁༒☬𝔧𝔬𝔧𝔬'𝔰 𝔟𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔢 ☬༒꧂

phantom blood: - johnathan joestar - dio brando (more upon request...)

battle tendency: - joseph joestar - caesar zeppeli - kars (more upon request...)

stardust crusaders: - jotaro kujo - oldseph joestar ᴍɪꜱᴄᴇʟʟᴀɴᴇᴏᴜꜱ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛꜱ: ~ one ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ

- noriaki kakyoin - jean pierre polnareff - muhammad avdol - 3io brando (more upon request...)

꧁༒☬𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔢 ☬༒꧂

vi jinx caitlyn kiramman jayce talis vikor mel medarda silco vander sevika ekko

꧁༒☬𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝟚 ☬༒꧂

arthur morgan john marston charles smith javier escuella sean macguire (more upon request...)

꧁༒☬𝔰𝓀𝔶𝔯𝔦𝔪 ☬༒꧂

!all characters requested must derive from a faction or hold significant story value! validating factions include: - companions - dark brotherhood - imperial legion - stormcloaks - thieves guild - dawnguard not a faction, but characters with defining personalities and story value in the dragonborn DLC also validate to be requested.

꧁༒☬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔤𝔢 ☬༒꧂

- ethan winters - lady dimitrescu - karl heisenberg - donna beneviento - mother miranda

꧁༒☬𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢 ☬༒꧂

- sal fisher - larry johnson - todd morrison - ashley campbell - travis phelps - maple cohen - chug cohen - robert silva

꧁༒☬𝔯𝔦𝔠𝓀 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶 ☬༒꧂

- rick sanchez - bird person (more upon request...)

꧁༒☬𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔞𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔶'𝔰 ☬༒꧂

any animatronic from the previous games can be done, just outline what type of plot and/or personality you'd like me to execute, or i can write them based off of my own headcanons ^^ - glamrock freddy - glamrock chica - montgomery gator - roxanne wolf - vanny - vanessa - sun and/or moon - any variation of william afton, dave miller (pre-springlock failure, springtrap, glitchtrap, burntrap, etc.) - any variation of michael afton (OF AGE, security guard mike, post-scoop michael, scooped micahel, etc.)

꧁༒☬𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔞 ☬༒꧂

- asra alnazar - julian devorak - nadia satrinava - portia devorak - count lucio - muriel (more upon request...)

꧁༒☬𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝟜 ☬༒꧂

!all characters requested must be a valid romanceable character, or hold significant story value! validating characters include: - nick valentine - preston garvey - john hancock - cait - piper wright - maccready - curie - paladin danse - deacon (more upon request...)

[alina-dixon]

Fandoms I write for: (Part 4)

(I Only write x Male readers)

(smut is allowed!)

Call Of Duty: MW2

- Ghost / Simon Riley

- Soap / John McTavish

- Price / John Price

- König

- Alejandro Vargas

Black Butler:

- Sebastian Michaelis

- Ciel Phantomhive

- Claude Faustus

Ouran Highschool Host Club:

- Tamaki Suoh

- Kyoya Ootori

- Takashi Morinosuka/ Mori

Sally Face:

- Sal Fisher

- Larry Johnson

Mass Effekt Andromeda:

- Scott Rider

- Gil Brodie

- Reyes Vidal

Resident Evil Village:

- Ethan Winters

- Carl Heisenberg

- Chris Redfield

Resident Evil 2:

- Leon S. Kennedy

Days Gone:

- Deacon st. John

[bombsquad9]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐬:

✞Apex Legends

—> Character(s): Catalyst, Caustic, Fuse, Horizon, Loba, Mirage, Octane, Revenant, Seer, Valkyrie, Wattson.

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

✞House of Ashes

—> Character(s): Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Joey Gomez, Nick Kay, Rachel King, Salim Othman.

✞Mortal Kombat

—> Character(s): Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Noob Saibot.

✞Resident Evil

—> Character(s): Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, Finn Macauley, Jake Muller, Jill Valentine, Karl Heisenberg, Leon Kennedy, Luis Sera, Nikolai Zinoviev, Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin.

✞The Quarry

—> Character(s): Abigail Blyg, Dylan Lenivy, Emma Mountebank, Jacob Custos, Kaitlyn Ka, Max Brinly, Nick Furcillo, Ryan Erzahler.

✞Tomb Raider

—> Character(s): Lara Croft

✞Until Dawn

—> Character(s): Ashley Brown, Chris Hartley, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Joshua Washington, Matthew Taylor, Mike Monroe, Sam Giddings.

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬:

✞Transphobia, Homophobia, Racism, Sexism, Fetishizing, etc will not be tolerated. If you do anything related to any of those topics you will be blocked from my account.

✞Do NOT request things such as pedophilia, rape, zoophilia, etc . If anything you are requesting is like that you will be blocked from my account.

✞If you send hate in my anonymous inbox then you shall be ignored, and your message will be deleted. If you're going to be hatefully, don't be a pussy and hide behind an anon.

✞Minor shall interact with anything that is not labeled 18+/MDNI/smut. I can't stop you, nor am I going to carry out an investigation to find out if you're 18+. If you're a minor and you interact and see something you don't like; THATS NOT MY FAULT.

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝗺:

⚠︎︎Requests are currently open⚠︎︎

✞If you are requesting please be specific about what you want. This includes characters, setting, whether it's ship/xreader/headcanons, and other criteria you want. I can't make it what you want if you don't tell me.

✞I will write smut, fluff, and angst. Headcanons, ships, x readers, preferences, etc are all acceptable within reason.

—> When it comes to smut I will write quite a bit, even somewhat darker themes (Again; I draw the line at things like rape). I may not be good due to having lack of practice from where I didn't write for awhile, my apologies.

—> When it comes to angst, I will write almost anything. I will write (TW) suicide, self harm, alcoholism and other addicts, etc. Though, I won't write EDs or anything related. Similarly to smut, it may not be good due to lack of practice, my apologies.

—> Anything out of reason would be minor x adult in a pedophilic/romantic way, human x animal (no, this does not include monsters) in a zoophilic/romantic way, etc.

✞Be patient, I will want to take my time on requests for various reasons. Sometimes I need breaks, sometimes I don't have any ideas, sometimes I will have writing sprees. It depends on the minute, so again, be patient. If you complain about how long it takes your request will be deleted and ignored.

✞If you want to be tagged for any specific character(s), then put your username in an orderly fashion on the Google doc that I will have linked below.

✞I will mostly write m!reader (AMAB and AFAB), but if you do want f!reader or gn!reader just let me know in your request, and I will do. If you do not specify I will either do m!reader or gn!reader by default. The only exception to this is if it is a lesbian/sapphic character.

✞ Any requested content will be Tumblr exclusives! Anything that is requested on my Wattpad will be Wattpad exclusive.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝:

✞Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/BombSquad09?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_profile&utm_campaign=invitefriends&wp_page=home&wp_uname=BombSquad09

✞Masterlists: Pending...

✞Tag List: https://docs.google.com/document/d/10ZsBcfr3GOyd3p2r2iJaf_jtLlpnMWjzOPIAstF6b2I/edit

✞Upcoming Works: https://docs.google.com/document/d/10_Oqn6twstO545rBCmSJLUgCBclezaJ4jLroZdUnh0c/edit

⚠︎︎This post was last updated: 4/20/24⚠︎︎

[bi-the-way-132]

Fic Library

Hello and welcome to my fic library! All of the fics featured in this post are written by other amazing writers on this platform who deserve some love! All fics featured are x reader :)

*-smut ⭐-favorite

ACTORS

Timothee Chalamet

Fluff

my boy

Tom Holland

Uh-Oh

DUNE

Duke Leto Atreides

⭐ The Politic of Love*

When Night Comes

Paul Atreides

Photographs

His Oasis

GOOD OMENS

Crowley

The Fluffy Demon

HARRY POTTER/THE MARAUDERS

George Weasley

An Intimate Interchange*

Paging Dr. Weasley

Christmas

Nevile Longbottom

Hugs

Family Morning

Loving Every Inch*

Morning

Christmas

Remus Lupin

Rockstar

HEATHERS (1989)

Jason Dean

⭐ "I love you"

JURASSIC PARK

Alan Grant

Safe and Sound

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes

All That's Left

⭐ Hide & Seek

Dr Stephen Strange

The Agent and Her Sorcerer

Family Bliss

"Mrs. Strange"

⭐ Unexpected

⭐ Us Time

Jake Lockley/Steven Grant/Marc Spector

sunday kind of love

Make Your Acquaintance

your smile, you're everything

Atonement*

How do you wake up Lady Gaga?

Breakfast*

Illusion

The More The Merrier* (Part 1)

Kate Bishop

Soup & cuddles

Loki

Little Divinities

Sunflower

Peter Parker

Second Chances

Rainbow Road

Bagels, Bruises, & Broken Thongs*

Waking Up

Don't Wanna Say Goodbye*

The Soul World Paradox

Sunday Kinda Love

The Pregnancy Test

Stolen Moments

Oops

Pietro Maximoff

A Relaxing Day Off

Stucky

Mornings w/ Steve + Bucky

⭐ Baby, it's Cold Outside

(birthday) surprises

⭐ Across From Unit 24 1/2

Love, Unscripted

Bad Days (daughter! reader)

Morning Wood*

⭐ Garden of Ink

Yelena Belova

I'll Protect You

STRANGER THINGS

001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/Vecna

Happy Birthday

Argyle

Basement Couch*

Argyle as your boyfriend - headcannons

Headcannons

sneaking out

Homesick

Billy Hargrove

⭐ Movie Night

⭐ Just The Two Of Us

Just To Ourselves

Eddie Munson

fan behavior*

Blurb by

Prized Possession

⭐ The Throne

Etherial

Anything For You, Sweetheart

⭐ The Little Black Cat

Gareth Emerson

Early Morning Radio

Teddy Bear

Jonathan Byers

Back To The Old House

Steve Harrington

⭐ Sleepy Steve

⭐h Halloween

THE INHERITANCE GAMES

Grayson Hawthorne

⭐ Love Rock

TOP GUN: MAVERICK

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

A Change To Everything

Sunday Morning

I'm Goin' For A Run

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Dancing With You

The Captains Daughter

He's All That

Here Comes The Bride

⭐ Amidst Field Trips and Books

WEST SIDE STORY

Riff

Oh Brother pt 2

QUEEN

IKEA Saviors

Brian May

Something In The Way He...

John Deacon

The Little Devil

[silkfyre]

W.I.D

The following content does not limit the type of requests I accept. If there is a topic or character that is not listed, but you wish to have included feel free to ask! If I’m ever uncomfortable with something I will simply deny the request.

HIGHLIGHTED names are my personal favorite characters. 

WRITING

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Yandere

Violence

Dub-Con

Polyamory

OTHER

Fancasts

Writing Tips

Script Creation

Character Building

CHARACTERS

HORROR

The Boy

Brahms Heelshire

The Quarry

Abigail Blyg

Emma Mountebank

Jacob Custos

Laura Kearney

Max Brinley

Ryan Erzahler

Travis Hackett

The Lost Boys

David

Dwayne

Marko

Michael

Paul

House of Wax

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

Halloween

Michael Myers

Scream

Billy Loomis

Randy Meeks

Stu Macher

American Horror Story

James Patrick March

Jimmy Darling

Yellowjackets

Lottie Matthews

Misty Quigley

Natalie Scatorccio

Shauna Sadecki

Taissa Turner

Van Palmer

SCI-FI

The Boys

A-Train

Billy Butcher

Black Noir

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

Kimiko Miyashiro

Mother's Milk

Queen Maeve

Soldier Boy

Starlight

Fallout

Fallout 4

Deacon

John Hancock

Nick Valentine

Paladin Danse

Piper Shaw

Preston Garvey

Robert MacCready

Fallout (series)

Aspirant Dane

Chet

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Knight Maximus

Lucy MacLean

Norm MacLean

Alien vs Predator

coming soon!

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Eugene Porter

James Cameron’s Avatar

Eetu

Lyle Wainfleet

Mansk

Miles "Spider" Socorro

Miles Quaritch

Nor

So’lek

Teylan

Tsu’tey te Rongloa Ateyitan

SUPERNATURAL

TVD Verse

Bonnie Bennett

Caroline Forbes

Damon Salvatore

Elena Gilbert

Elijah Mikaelson

Finn Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Katherine Pierce

Kol Mikaelson

Niklaus Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Stefan Salvatore

FANTASY

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion Ancunín

Dammon

Gale Dekarios

Halsin

Karlach Cliffgate

Lae’zel

Raphael

Rolan

Shadowheart

Wyll Ravengard

Zevlor

REALISM

Red Dead Redemption II

Albert Mason

Arthur Morgan

Charles Smith

Dutch Van Der Linde

Flaco Hernández

Javier Escuella

John Marston

Kieran Duffy

Sadie Adler

Call of Duty

John Price

John “Soap” MacTavish

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

König

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Grand Theft Auto

Franklin Clinton

Michael De Santa

Trevor Philips

Outer Banks

Pope Heyward

Rafe Cameron

Sarah Cameron

Topper Thornton

W.I.D.D

Notes :: There may be some things on these lists that are debatable. If they are something I’m willing to write under certain circumstances then it will be ITALICEZED.

WRITING

Racism

Ableism

Ageplay

Underage

Homophobia

Transphobia

Character x Character (w/o reader)

CHARACTERS

Bubba Sawyer

Freddy Krueger

Pennywise

[warnersister]

John Deacon Masterlist

Valentine’s

[brian-roger-deaky-and-fred]

Refresh My Memory (John Deacon x Reader) 

Request:  bruheh could you hook a sister up with some john deacon smut 👁👁 maybe the reader is part of the band and she and john grow close at ridge farm and end up having sëx 👁👁

Warnings: Smut, Drinking, Cursing

A/N: Lovies! Back again! @dreamer821​ and I have some John Deacon smut on the way, but I loved this request. Working on a Brian request and Filling Blanks: III. Thank you for your comments and feedback! It means the world if you take the time to comment anything on my work! As always, this can be read as John or Joe!John. Roger’s hair is so cute and curly in this gif! Sweeties!

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John wished he could remember what it felt like to kiss her. Well, he wished he could remember kissing her at all. He scoured his memory for any trace as he sat there, watching her laugh at something Freddie had said. His friends, of course, remembered it vividly, her hands in his hair as his hands roamed her body. And yet, as if some cruel trick of fate, his only memory from said night was the light hickey he'd found by his ear the next morning, and that was gone far too soon.

He'd told himself he'd never drink again. That is, when he was nauseous in his bed the next morning with a throbbing headache. He seemed to be forgetting that memory too now as Brian poured shots. He could tell she was already tipsy as she sneaked up on him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. She giggled as he turned to meet her eyes, hands rested on her hips as she hung all over him. "C'mon Johnny! Take a shot with me!”

John chuckled as she stuck her lower lip out at him, batting her eyelashes. "Some friend you are, trying to get me wasted!" He teased

“I'm trying to get you to have fun!" She argued, tugging at his collar, sweetly. "I know you hate Tequila but there's Vodka, too! Roger said he'd make me a screwdriver!" John cringed, remembering the last time his friends had tried making any sort of mixed drink. "I'll let you have it if you want! Just get tipsy with me. Please, Johnny? We can dance together. It'll be such fun."

Johnny. Fuck, it always worked on him. "Bring two shots over. You'll do one with me?" She giggled, grinning as she kissed his cheek, "Of course! I'm bringing you two, though. You've got to catch up." John's cheeks went pink as he hid his smile, shaking his head at her in amusement. Suddenly, Roger grabbed John's shirt collar, pulling him over to mumble something in his ear. "You better 'er in her pants soon or someone else will, mate." John furrowed his brow as he shoved the blonde away, " 's not like that, Roger. Don't be nasty." Roger smirked, "So you're saying you don't want to take her to bed? Do unmentionable things to her?" He grinned wickedly as he slurred his words. John sighed, "Shove off." Roger chuckled as Y/N set the shot glasses down on the table, sliding one to John. He held up the shot, nose crinkling in disgust. Y/N laughed, holding hers up as well. "Ready?" John smiled, happy that she was happy. "Three...Two...One!" Down the hatch. * John was drunk. Shitfaced. His eyelids grew heavy as he sat on Freddie's carpet, clutching Y/N's hand loosely like a security blanket. Freddie had started a game of spin the bottle ages ago, hoping he'd be able to win John a night with the girl he so clearly treasured, but it seemed unlikely now with everyone in the house having joined in to play. It went on for a long while, John watching passively as his friends exchanged shy pecks. He was so sleepy. Roger's turn. John forgot to pay attention. He suddenly remembered to pay attention when he felt Y/N’s grip on his hand loosen, and he looked over at her, just as Roger brought his lips to hers. He kissed her hard, grabbing her shirt as he nipped at her lips, tongue exploring hers. Y/N was taken aback. This hadn't been Roger and Freddie's original plan. Roger was improvising. And it seemed to be going pretty well. John flushed with anger. He shoved Roger away from her, nearly loosing his balance. "What the fuck, Roger!?" Roger wiped his mouth on his sleeve carelessly, lips swollen. "What? It's bloody spin the bottle!" Y/N looked like she was in shock, eyes meeting John's sad ones as she fought for words. John stood from the floor, angry tears burning in his eyes as he trodded down the hallway to his room, throwing his bedroom door closed behind him. God he hated being drunk. Nothing made any fucking sense. He held his spinning head, laying down on top of his comforter. Y/N stumbled to her feet, "John? John!" She Immediately followed him, toeing off after him. "Johnny!" She knocked on the bedroom door, laying her head against it. "John are you cross with me? Please don't be cross. Didn't mean for 'im to go and kiss me like that. I thought he'd just give me a lil peck like everyone else was doing!" John didn't respond, rubbing his stinging eyes. "I'm coming in." Y/N warned, slowly opening the door. There was John lying on his side, curled up atop the bed. His brow was still furrowed. "Oh, Johnny..." She cooed, clumsily climbing up beside him. She laid as close to him as possible, hugging him to her and snuggling her nose into his back. John couldn't deny that it immediately made him feel better. "Johnny, say something. Please. Don't be sad. I don't like it when you're sad. Makes me sad too." She sounded pitiful. Like a child. John could barely remember what had upset him now. "I don't want Roger to get you. I want to get you. I want you to be all mine. Roger gets everyone." Y/N hummed sadly, "I don't want Roger to get me, either." He grew drowsy as she started playing with his hair, "It was s'pposed to be me." "I wanted it to be you." There was a silence, "I...don't like it when you're sad. I don't want you to be mad at me. I want you to smile. I like it when you smile. Your eyes crinkle." Her words were soft now as her eyelids fluttered shut. John smiled a little, sighing contentedly. "You always make me smile." Her heart fluttered. Slowly, she moved his curls over with the palm of her hand, leaving one, sweet, drunken kiss to the back of his neck. John swallowed, thickly, sitting up as he wrestled off his t-shirt. He threw it off the bed, laying back down. He took her hand, wrapping himself up snugly in her arms again. "I just wanna sleep. Can we sleep now?" She hummed a little yes, already drifting off beside him. * Freddie turned to Roger the moment Y/N was gone. "What the hell was that? We're trying to get John laid and you start snogging the love of life in front of god and everyone!" Roger rolled his eyes, cockily, "Really? I'm not stupid, Freddie. Tell me Brian, where are they right now?" Brian frowned, "John's bedroom." His eyes lit up with realization, "They're alone in John's bedroom! Rog, that's genius!" Roger scoffed, "I knew he'd get pissed and she'd chase after him. He's jealous. Worked up. Give 'em ten minutes and you'll be hearing her moan his bloody name." Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Thirty. Still, not a sound from John's bedroom. Freddie grabbed Brian's arm, pulling him along as Roger led him down the hall, pressing an ear to the bedroom door. "Nothing." He whispered, frowning. His plan had seemed seamless, though he was, admittedly, wasted. "It's dead quiet in there." Freddie frowned, slowly reaching to grab the door handle. Sure enough, there was Y/N and John. And they were in bed. Fast asleep. Brian chuckled, "Well look at that." Y/N laid on her side, John curled up into her like a little spoon. "I bet that arsehole started pouting! Got all sentimental on her! God he's such a twat when he's drunk!" Freddie groaned, sighing to himself as he held his temples. "I bloody give up." * John woke up three times before Y/N did, each time deciding he was far too content to get up. They'd shifted in their sleep and John had ended up with holding her in his arms, her head resting safely on his bare chest. He admired her as she stirred, yawning. He missed her body warmth immediately when she sat up, moaning as she stretched. God, John thought to himself. What a perfect little noise. He didn't have to miss her for long. She curled right back up against him when she laid back down, mumbling a croaky "Good Morning." John smiled, looking into her eyes, drowsily. His head throbbed, and he groaned his brow furrowing as he held his temples. "What all happened, last night?" She sighed, "Well, I'm not entirely sure. I remember kissing Roger." The memory made a sickly feeling settle in John's stomach as he propped himself up on his elbow. He grumbled as he laid her against the bed. "Wish I'd forgotten that part." She gave an amused smile, tucking a curl behind his ear as he looked down at her. "I remember wishing it was you."

John's heart fluttered. There was a long silence as the birds began to wake outside their window. "Did you really wish it was me?" There was a long silence and he met her eyes again. Their faces were close. Y/N let the corner of her mouth quirk up just a little. "I've always wished it was you, John." He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so bad and she was right there, waiting for him. But somewhere deep in the back on his head, some small voice told him she was only being playful. Flirting. He swallowed thickly, giving an awkward chuckle. He was completely unsure of how to respond. His cheeks went pink as he gave a weak smile. "Oh...I...Well...Now you just flatter me." Y/N's heart sank. He didn't want her. She'd basically laid every bit of herself out on the line for him and still, he hadn't bitten. She cleared her throat a little, knowing the moment was over. Sadness weighed in her chest as she struggled to find words."You're...You're a good friend, John." The word stunned him. Friend. He couldn't stop the flash of hurt in his eyes at the thought. That's how she saw him. That's all he was to her. A good friend. And Y/N saw it. The way his whole body sank a little. The longing in his eyes. Sadness. Her heart broke as she realized what she'd done. "John, I-" His eyes fell to his hand where he played with the bed sheets, his arm still tossed over her stomach. He pursed his lips, shaking his head. There was another silence. Y/N felt a small knot forming in her throat. "John..." He met her eyes, brows raised expectantly. "I didn't realize-" "I know." He mumbled, nodding. "I know." The room was quiet. Y/N could hear the remnants of a rain storm dripping from the window pane. Still, their eyes were locked. Slowly, as if not to startle her, John leaned down to her, pressing the sweetest, softest little kiss to her forehead.  He went to pull away again, but Y/N kept a hand against his bare shoulder, keeping him from going very far, at all. Slowly, her palm slid up his shoulder to his neck, cradling his face. His his eyes closed for a moment as he leaned into her touch. They were nose to nose now. John looked beautiful there, a mix of want and confusion in his eyes. Gently, she grazed her thumb over his lower lip. He let her, pressing another little kiss to the pad of her thumb. She could feel the heat of his breath against her lips. He gave a shaky breath, heart stuttering at the proximity. It felt as if everything in the world had gone still. She guided him down to her, kissing him. It was slow and deep. Gentle and chaste, with his nose nudging against her own. Only lasted about five seconds, but his lips were soft. Warm. So warm. And she radiated that warmth from every spot where his skin was pressed against hers. His brows were knitted when she pulled away. He looked overwhelmed, his eyes wide with shock. Anxiety pitted in her stomach. "Fuck, John, I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have-" "Do it again, please." He choked. His voice was so desperate for her. Almost begging. Her mouth opened to say something but she couldn't find words, and before she even knew what happened, she'd found his lips again. It all happened so fast, as if both were worried the other would change their mind. Or perhaps it was just the culmination of every unspoken thing between them now floating to the surface. It was pure desperation. John moaned as Y/N laced a hand into his hair, tugging his curls. Her other hand found his naked back as he settled himself between her legs, her nails digging at the soft skin there as he grinded down hard against her. She rolled her hips up against his, granting them both more friction. John groaned at the feeling of her clothed heat bucking against his own. Somehow, with John's help, she managed to pull off her tank top, exposing her bare breasts to him. His lips found her neck as he brought his hand up to grope at her blindly, tugging and pinching her one of her nipples. She gave a pitiful whimper as his mouth moved down her neck to her chest, taking her other nipple into his mouth and sucking at her breast. His eyes closed, getting lost in the taste of her skin as her legs hooked around him. Her hands were all over him, his hair, his back, his ass, the tent in his pants. The way he moaned for her made her feel like she was going to melt right into him. She hadn't noticed him clumsily pushing off his joggers, but she certainly did noticed when he parted her legs, pressing his knee up against her heat. She cried out, rocking her hips against his leg as her shorts started to soak through. She wanted to see his cock. Wanted to taste it. But she couldn't bring herself to stop grinding against his leg or deprive herself of his delicious body warmth. She felt John's teeth graze over her nipple and she gasped, moaning his name. He dragged the very tip of his tongue over her, soothing the spot. "John..." She croaked needily as her hand found the outline of his dick in his boxers. She palmed him, stroking him through the thin fabric. His eyes fell closed and he muffled himself as he groaned in pleasure, "Fuck..."  He buried his face against her sternum. "Want your cock in my mouth, John, please." He cursed again, rolling his hips as his arms started to weaken with lust. He relaxed them, turning over onto his back for her. His heart sped as he watched her push her little shorts over her ass and off of her thighs, tossing them off the bed. He groaned at the sight of her in only her pale blue panties, an obvious wet spot soaking through their center. She mounted his hips, and he could feel how slick her thighs were with arousal. She gave a devious sort of smile, tying back her hair with an elastic. He knew exactly why. She wanted him to have something to grip. 

She met his lips again, letting him enjoy the feeling of her weight on top of him before she moved to his neck, running her tongue along the sensitive skin below his ears. She kissed down his chest, biting and sucking little marks into the smooth skin of his stomach the lower she went...a trail. Then she met his waistband. His eyes were locked on hers as she toyed with the elastic, mouthing at his cock hotly through his boxers. He bit down hard on his lower lip, giving a hoarse whine as his hand moved to hold her hair, instinctively. She grinned up at him playfully, and he fought to steady himself, knowing he was getting far too worked up to last. Then, before John could even catch his breath, she'd pulled his boxers down over his hipbones, taking him deep into her throat. John gasped, cursing like a sailor as she swallowed around him, her tongue moving against his shaft. His grip on her hair was tight as he bucked against her mouth, choking her a little. He started to apologize, but was cut off by another string of his own moans as she bobbed her head against him, taking his length. He tasted so good to her, warm and heavy against her tongue. And his face. Fucking hell, just watching his face was enough to get her going...His eyes fallen shut with pleasure, head pressed against a pillow as his back arched off the mattress. Bliss. It made her heart stir knowing she could make him feel so good. She took him in her hand, jerking him as she circled her tongue around the head of his dick, tasting his precum. He gave a whine as she kissed him there before taking him in her mouth again, cupping his balls this time.His hand found her hair again as he gave a breathy sob, trying not to thrust into her mouth. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth and she knew he was close. She smiled to herself as she took him a little deeper. "Y/N, I'm-" He couldn't even get the words out before she took a deep breath, taking him all the way to the hilt. He came down her throat, moaning her name as he held her against him, weakly. She pulled off of him a bit, taking the last of his load in her mouth as she jerked the base of his cock with her hand. John felt like he couldn't breath. His whole body trembled and buzzed as he came down from his high. He locked eyes with Y/N, and she smiled, opening her mouth to show she'd swallowed everything he'd given her. "Fuck", he groaned deep in his chest, almost unable to even process just how incredibly hot he found that. He grabbing her wrist weakly, tugging her towards him. "C'mere." She frowned, crooking her brow as she crawled up his body. He grabbed at her thighs. He could barely speak, let alone verbalize what he wanted, but he was desperate to get her thighs over his shoulders. She was mounted high up over his chest, still not quite understanding what he was wanting until it suddenly hit her. Oh. Oh. Heat flooded her body. "John...Johnny, just wait a second sweetheart. Catch your breath firs- Oh!" She let out a wanton moan, her fingers gripping his curls as he pulled her panties to the side, burying his face between her legs. She sobbed in pleasure, her hips instinctively starting to roll as he sucked her clit. She wondered if he'd been wanting this for a while. His tongue was heaven to her in that moment. She rode his face as he ate her, pushing his tongue up inside of her. Her head tilted back and she gasped as his arms looped over her legs, pulling her even further down against his perfect mouth. John could have lived the rest of his life there, face buried in her cunt, and he would have died a happy man. His nose nudged against her clit as he moaned, contentedly, her arousal painted across his chin. She tasted so good...and she was so wet for him. She trembled, legs clenching around his head a bit. Her hand gripped the bed post as she steadied herself. "John..." God, the way she said his name.  It made his mind go hazy. "John...Oh! I'm close, Johnny, Fuck!" He didn't stop. If anything, be doubled his efforts, holding legs firmly with his arms to keep her from squirming away from the movements of his tongue. She sobbed hoarsely, waves of pleasure rolling through her body as John pushed her over the edge. She cursed, rocking her hips against his face as he worked her through her high. He didn't stop until she was nearly pushing him away with over stimulation. She moved her legs from his shoulder, dragging herself back down his body to lay on top of him, head resting on his chest. John wiped his face on the back of his arm. Y/N, tucked a curl behind his ear, kissing him needily. She moaned, tasting herself on his tongue. He pecked her lips one last time, chastely. "You alright?" He smoothed her hair, watching in admiration as she came back down to him again. She smiled lazily, "Perfect." He grinned, giggling as she kissed him again, starting to catch her second wind. It was sweet at first. Gentle. But the heat behind it grew quickly as their naked bodies moved against one another. John moaned as he slid his hand underneath the back of her panties, groping her ass. Y/N sighed contently, smiling into the kiss as he got fed up and pulled the fabric down off her hips. She kicked them off the side of the bed, and John went back to exploring her, now fully naked, body. The kiss slowed, and he smiled down at her, rubbing her thighs lovingly. Carefully, eyes still locked with hers, he let his thumb trail to her clit, rubbing circles there. She buried her face against his chest, squirming and whining a little at how sensitive she still was, before her body gave in and once again started to relax into his touch. "Good girl..." He whispered, smiling as her hips started to move with him, as they had before. He teased her for a bit longer, giving her just enough friction to keep her happy, but not enough for the sensation to build. Finally, just as she was starting to get frustrated, he flipped her, laying her against the bed as he positioned himself between her legs. She spread herself open, thinking he was finally going to fuck her. "Not yet, love." He mumbled, rubbing her thigh comfortingly with one hand as he teased her entrance with the other. She frowned, and he paused, locking eyes with her as he sunk his finger deep inside of her. He didn't stop until his knuckle was pressed against her. She gave a shuddered breath as he crooked it inside her, fucking her with it slowly. His fingers were long and thin, and he was damn good with them. He played her like his bass, sliding a second finger inside her and strumming gently and quickly against a tender spot, way deep at the bottom of her stomach. She squirmed, rocking her hips against him. She was already so sensitive from his mouth and the sensation was building quickly. Without warning, he pulled his fingers from inside her, bringing them to his lips to clean her wetness from them. She whined, all too worked up and desperate for him. She started to complain before she realized why he'd stopped. John dragged the tip of his cock up and down her entrance. She gasped at the slightest pressure... The gentle poke of his length against her opening. He leaned over her, grabbing a second pillow to prop behind her head. She could see him better that way. They were closer. He didn't move back yet, instead he stopped to press a second kiss to the center of her forehead. She cradled his face just as she had before, guiding him down to kiss her lips as well. His voice was little more than a whisper against her. "You ready?" She nodded quickly, and he smiled at her enthusiasm as he brought her back to him yet again, indulging the soft movements of her mouth. She felt him press into her slowly, and she groaned as he sunk deep into her warmth. She scrunched her nose a little at the slight discomfort of the stretch. John noticed, pressing kisses to her temple as she adjusted to the stretch. Gently, as if testing the waters, she rolled her hips against him, letting him press even deeper. John gave a high pitched moan, letting his own body finish the stroke. He thrusted into her again, slowly. She spread her legs for him a bit more as he found rhythm. And god, it felt like he was meant to be inside her. The way the head of his cock nudged her g-spot was making her entire body buzz. She was tight and warm and wet, and John thought the little whimpers falling from her lips were enough to finish him off on their own. She pushed him flat against the bed, rolling on top of him again and sinking down on his cock. A cry slipped from her lips as he put pressure against the exact right spot inside of her. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he bucked into her, bringing his hands to grip her waist firmly. Her hips bounced against his cock, making the most beautifully lewd wet noises as they grinded and fucked. John pulled her down against his chest, wrapping his arms around her. He held her against him, and she moaned his name as he fucked up into her. She moved faster against him, reaching down to rub her clit as she clenched around him. She could feel him throbbing inside her. "I'm close." He breathed, grabbing her ass as he thrusted into her harder, his hips smacking against her pubic bone. "Me too.-" She cried out as he pressed hard against that spot inside her. "Right there. Fuck, John, that feels so good." She sobbed, her body trembling as he bounced her against his middle. She bit her lip, thighs clenching as she tried to hold back her high. "Cum inside me." She begged, starting to tip over the edge. "Fill me u-" She gasped, head falling back as her orgasm hit her like a wall. She cried out, muscles succumbing as her whole body pulsed and buzzed with a numbing, hot, white pleasure. John felt her insides clench and flutter around him, pulling him over with her as she tightened and spasmed. The knot in his stomach released as he spilled inside her, his warmth filling her as he assured they both were able to ride out the feeling as long as possible. Y/N collapsed against John's chest, shivering as her body twitched with residual sensitivity. He kissed the tears from her cheeks, wrapping her up snug in a blanket and sliding on his boxers before he ran to the bathroom for a washcloth. Her teeth were chattering when he returned, kissing her forehead. "I'm going to steal this away for just a second, but I'll give it right back, Ok?" Y/N nodded as he pulled back the blanket. tapping her knee, gently. "Can you open for me?" She obeyed, watching him with love in her eyes. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee as he gently cleaned the mess he'd left between her legs. He slid her panties back over her thighs, helping her lift her hips to get them on, and wrapped her up again when he was done, disposing the washcloth before he climbed into bed with her again. He held her close, rubbing her back and hushing her soothingly as she continued to come back down. He kissed her tears away. "Shh, I've got you. I've got you, sweetheart." It wasn't long before they were asleep again, tangled up in each other. Y/N woke up a few hours later, just as a handful of the others had started climbing out of bed for the day. The mattress shuffled as she tucked John back under the blanket, kissing his forehead. He grabbed her wrist just as she was about to leave, his voice croaky and small. "Where're you going?" He was glad to see that she was still naked, if only to confirm with himself that it hadn't all been a dream. "I'm just going to make you some breakfast." He groaned, pulling her back over to him, "Just stay a little bit longer?" She laughed, but didn't resist his pull. He settled her on top of him, head resting on his chest, and she stroked his hair, lovingly. "It's almost noon, sleepy boy." He hummed, pressing his lips against her's. Slow and sweet and lazy... He smirked drowsily against her lips, "What? 've you got a date?" She gave a mischievous grin, "Not yet. Thought I might ask Roger if he wanted to catch a movie." Deaky groaned, scrunching his face in disgust as Y/N laughed. He pinched her ass in retaliation and she yelped, ready to tell him off, but he was too quick as he took her face in his hands and pulled her into another long kiss. She smiled, lips still against his as she spoke between kisses, "I'll make you cheese toast if you let me go now." He narrowed his eyes, humming as he considered her offer. "That's compelling, I'll admit. But I'd rather have you than cheese toast." She giggled, "So you'll just stay in bed forever, then?" "Yes, that's exactly what I want, actually." She hid her grin, rolling her eyes as she sat up, still straddling him. "Well, What if...", she cooed with a half smile. His hands found her waist, whimpering as she gave a test roll of her hips against his. "I make you breakfast..." She slid her hands up his bare chest, laying against him and whispering in his ear as she continued to rock her hips on his clothed length. "And then afterwards..." She nipped his earlobe, making him gasp. "I'll suck your cock again." John groaned, loudly. "Fucking hell, you'll be the death of me." She hummed a chuckle, "Gotta stay quiet, baby. They're awake now. John exhaled shakily. "What do you say, Johnny? 've we got a deal?" He nodded, and she gave him one last heated kiss before she climbed off the bed. He whined at the loss of her body heat, but watched contentedly from the bed as she got dressed. She winked at him and tossed him his shirt, as if inviting him to stare all he wanted. *

John pried himself up out of bed about forty-five minutes later when the smell of bacon and eggs began drifting around the old house. His eyes were still clouded with sleep as he stumbled into the kitchen. "There's Johnny!" Roger cheered, shoveling another fork full of eggs into his mouth. "You slept in. Must've had some exciting dreams, huh mate?" John rolled his eyes, stretching his arms over his head as he gave a yawn, his loose t-shirt riding up over his tummy. Roger's fork clattered as it hit the plate. Freddie laughed, grinning. "Looks like it was more than a dream, wasn't it, darling?" John’s brow crooked, as he glanced around the room. Y/N's face had gone pink, amusement in her eyes. His friends all gawked at him. Suddenly, it hit him. He grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it a bit to see the trail of hickies Y/N had sucked into his lower stomach, down past his waistband. His eyes went wide as they met Y/N's. She giggled, covering her face as his cheeks went beet red. Brian laughed as Roger cheered teasingly, mussing John's hair as he put his plate in the sink. "Aw, look at him! All shy now!" John shoved Roger's hand away from where he was trying to pinch his cheek, smothering a shy smile. "Wasn't so shy last night, though, I bet!" Freddie giggled along side Roger as the blonde gave John a friendly smack on the back. Y/N watched John as they teased him in good fun. There was a smile on his face as his cheeks grew darker and he shrunk back a bit in embarrassment. She took another bite of eggs as Roger's attention moved to her. "Better eat a big breakfast, love. Seems like our boy John has got a long day scheduled for the two of you." Brian chuckled as Y/N tossed her plate in the sink. A smirk crawled to her lips as she walked straight over to John, pulling him into a long, deep kiss. The boys whooped and hollered as John melted into the kiss, starting up again when his hands slid down her back to her ass. He couldn't care less now. Because he was kissing her. And he never wanted to forget what it felt like ever again. ************************

[m0etenchandon]

Let´s make a baby (John Deacon smut)

Pairing: Female reader x John Deacon (or Joe!John) Summary: You´re on your honeymoon with John and you figure it´s the perfect place to bring up trying for kids. And obviously, it leads to some hot baby making Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), soft dom!John, fingering, teasing, female receiving oral, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex of course, creampie A/N: I mean, I don´t even want kids but I still have a breeding kink? Sure. So, have some self-indulgent baby making with our lovely John. The epitome of a dad. Word count: 3.4K

This is pure filth and you are not allowed to read it if you´re under 18. I will block you if I catch minors interacting with this story.

It had been five days since you married John, and the days you spent in the heat in Bali was something you found yourself desperately needing. You just didn´t know it until now. It still felt odd to have the gold band wrapped around your ring finger, but whenever you looked down on your own or at John´s you felt like you were soaring. Floating. And you knew John felt the same. You hadn´t seen the man smile so much your entire life. It was nice. Really nice.

Every day was the same. You woke up to John´s hand between your legs, his morning wood pressing into your thighs. Next, you ordered a late breakfast and ate it in just your robes. You then went to the beach to tan or just chilled at your own little cabin. If you were home, you had sex again. After that, you showered and got ready for dinner which was accompanied with a nice bottle of wine at the local restaurant. To end the night, you cuddled, had sex again, and ate snacks in bed before falling asleep in each other’s arms. It really was perfect. Food, drinks, sex, and each other´s company. But lately, you had been thinking a lot about having kids. You knew John wanted them too, you had talked about it for ages. Just never when you would actually start trying, and you didn´t know how to bring it up. One time you considered just telling him to drop the condom right before he slid inside, but you figured that would kill the mood a bit. Especially if he said no. So instead, you decided to bring it up during dinner.

You could feel John´s eyes on you as you got ready, his gaze following the curve of your body in the shower. He wanted to join you, but you claimed you were too hot for it. Really, you just wanted him to save his strengths for tonight, but you couldn´t tell him that yet. Instead, he insisted that he had to get ready the exact same time you were showering. It was a ridiculous excuse really, he did his hair for 2 minutes and then he was done, but you found it cute. You giggled as you watched him do it over and over again, just so he could stay and watch you shower.

“Have you cooled down, sweetheart?”, John asked as you stepped out. He held your towel up, wrapping it around you when you walked closer. He squeezed you into his body before pulling away, but not before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mhm”, you said, picking up your makeup brush. You swept it over your cheeks, not bothering to put on a lot, just enhancing your natural features. “I think I got sunburned today”

“I told you to put on more sunscreen after we went swimming”, John said. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his head on your shoulder so he could look at you in the mirror. A playful smirk pulling at his lips.

“You were the one who dragged me into the water, remember?”, you asked, picking up your mascara. Trying to ignore your clingy boyfriend. No, your clingy husband. Oh that was a nice thought.

“I´m sorry, sweetheart”, he cooed, pressing his hips into your ass. He was hard. “I´ll make it up to you”

John pressed his lips to the base of your neck, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. God, you wanted to. Your heat already starting to tingle. But you would never get the question out if you didn´t leave in the next few minutes.

“We have a reservation”, you said reluctantly, pushing him away from you and walking out of the bathroom. John groaned but followed you, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you pull a sundress from your suitcase.

“We can order room service instead”, John suggested.

“John”, you started, walking over to him. You placed your hands on his chest, leaning in to press your lips to his for a brief second. “You can have me all to yourself when we get back. 2 hours, tops”

John pouted, pulling you close by your waist. His bulge poked your thigh, causing your will power to be stretched to just off the breaking point.

“Please?”, he asked, dipping his head to graze his lips over the spot on your neck. The one he knew drew you absolutely feral. And this time was now different. You had to force yourself out of his grasp.

“Two hours, John”, you said. You tried to sound determined, but your voice failed you miserably. John didn´t protest, however. He swirled his finger to get you to turn around so he could pull the zipper of your dress up your spine. His fingers felt hot against your skin, goosebumps forming in their track.

“You forgot to put on underwear”, he mumbled, his fingers dancing along your skin.

“Hmm, it was intentional, my love”, you teased. You pressed your ass into his crotch, earning a groan form him. A mischievous smile tugging at your lips.

“Such a slut for me, aren´t you? Hmm, it´s one of my favorite things about you”, John cooed, “Let´s go then, sweetheart”. John pressed a kiss to the base of your neck before pulling back and grabbing his wallet.

The dinner was delicious, just like it had been every night. The waiters knew you by now and they were so friendly. They brought you extra fries with your meal and made sure you were completely satisfied when you left.

You had ordered your usual bottle of wine and was currently almost done with it. That and the chocolate mousse you were sharing. Or rather, John had ordered it, but you kept stealing spoonfuls because it was so damn delicious. You always did that, not ordering something and the proceeding to take his. John didn´t mind though, he had gotten used to it by now. In fact, he even brought it up in his wedding speech, telling you how it was one of the adorable things he loved so much about you.

John stared at you like you hung the stars in the sky, love filling his eyes to the brim. This was your chance.

“John”, you started, downing the last mouthful of wine. You took a deep breath and grabbed his hand across the table. “So you know how we have talked about having kids, right?”

John nodded, furrowing his eyebrows. Clearly curious to see where this conversation was going.

“Well I was thinking that since we´re married now, and the house is all done, and you have over a year until your next tour, that we could maybe start trying. Maybe”, you said, letting out a breath you didn´t even know you were holding in.

John, however, was smiling like an idiot. He looked like he just won the lottery. That signature toothy smile of his almost making you melt into a puddle right there on the chair.

“Y/N”, he said, squeezing your hand, “Nothing would make me happier. I can´t wait to start a family with you”

You couldn´t hold back the grin that spread over you face.

“Let´s go make a baby then”

The next few minutes went by in a blur. You barely registered that John threw some money on the table before he practically dragged you back to your cabin.

John had you pressed against the wall the second the door was closed, his thigh pressing itself between your legs. You let out a gasp when you clothed heat made contact with it, your nails digging into his back.

“I´ve waited so fucking long to hear those words slip out of your mouth, sweetheart”, John growled, dipping his head to nip at the skin on your neck. He flicked his tongue over the bruise he just created before sucking it into his mouth. The delicious sting went straight to your heat.

John slid his hand down your side, squeezing your hip before sliding his hand up your inner thigh. Goosebumps formed in his tracts, your breath hitching in your throat as he inched closer and closer to your heat.

“Did you think that I could focus on anything during dinner when you were sat right across for me with no underwear on?”, he asked, dipping his fingers into your folds. A gasp left your mouth as the rough pads of his digits spread your wetness around, teasing your entrance before sliding up to press lightly against your clit. Your legs were already growing weak, your breathing increasing. “Your cunt is already fucking drenched, sweetheart”

You were left merciless in his grasp, the grip on your waist the only thing keeping you from collapsing on the floor. You were speechless. The only thing on your mind was the way John was coaxing you towards your orgasm with only his fingers. Right inside the door.

“You know you have to use your words if you want me”, John warned, pulling his fingers back. He brought them to his lips, his eyes locked on yours as he took the digits into his mouth. His tongue licked them clean, a low moan escaping his mouth at the taste.

You whimpered in response, pouting in hope of John showing you some mercy. You were putty in his hands.

“I don´t hear any words coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours, sweetheart. Do you want me to fill it for you? With something other than words?”, John asked, cocking an eyebrow. Your mouth watered at the thought.

John chuckled and reached behind your back to pull at the zipper of your dress. It fell over your hips before settling in a pile at your feet.

“Whenever you´re ready to talk, I will be in bed waiting for you”, he said. John gave you a wink before turning on his heel and walking towards the bedroom.

You were glued to the spot, your legs trembling with excitement, you heat tingling. The fact that you could hear John´s belt hit the ground followed by several soft thuds didn´t exactly help. God why did he have to be such a tease?

You groaned in annoyance before walking on shaking legs towards the bedroom. John raised his eyebrows in surprise at how quick you were. Normally, it would take a lot more teasing and begging for you to start talking.

He was sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but a pair of boxers, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

“Already, sweetheart? You must really want me to fuck a baby into you”, John said. He stuck out his hand to you, which you eagerly grabbed.

“I-it´s a-all I want, John”, you stuttered, climbing into his lap. “Please”

His hard cock nudged your heat through his boxers, causing you to whine in pleasure.

“Hmm, there´s my good girl. Believe me, I can´t wait to do just that, but first we need to get you ready”, John said. He grabbed your waist and flipped you over, spreading your legs while sliding to the floor in front of you.

“What? No!”, you protested, trying to grab him to pull him up. You just wanted him, and you wanted him now. “I don´t need it”

“I read somewhere that you´re more likely to get pregnant if you have already had an orgasm”

“That´s bullshit, John”, you said, frustrated.

John smirked before leaning in. He pressed his lips to the apex of your thigh, his face so close to your heat.

“Do you want me to stop?”, he asked, moving his lips over to your clit. He stuck his tongue out and flicked the sensitive nub just once before staring up at you with an expectant look on his face.

“N-No”, you admitted, feeling yourself growing wetter by the second. John was literally an expert at eating you out, and even though you wanted to feel his bare cock inside you as soon as possible, you couldn´t say no to his mouth either.

“Good girl”, John cooed, winking before delving into your heat.

He flattened his tongue and dragged it through your folds, the tip of it teasing your clit with every lick. John went slow, teasing you. Keeping you on the edge. He nibbled at your folds, pressed kisses to the hood of your clit, pressed his tongue against your entrance. None of it was enough to push you over the edge. He was only playing with you. You grew more and more impatient.

“John”, you whined, reaching down to tug at his hair. You tried to push his head closer to your heat, desperate for him to relieve the tension he had built.

“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words”, John said, pressing yet another chaste kiss to your clit.

“Fuck off, John”, you half-yelled, thrusting your hips up to meet his face. It was no use though because John pulled back, smirking. “Ugh, I want your mouth on my pussy. Properly. I want you to make me cum”

“That´s better”, he teased before leaning back in. John grabbed your thighs, pushing them further out of the way as his lips met your clit. He flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub before taking it into his mouth, making your back arch of the bed. You tugged harder at his hair, grinding your pussy down to meet his mouth.

John´s eyes were locked on your as he brought you closer and closer to your high, taking in your every moan, every grimace. He sucked particularly hard, smirking at the noise, before pulling back to place a few kisses on your clit.

The knot in your stomach was growing impossibly tight.

“Shit I´m going to- holy I´m going to cum, John”, you whined, feeling your orgasm approach at an alarming rate.

John hummed against your heat, putting more pressure on your legs. Pushing them further apart. He sucked harder on your clit, pressing his tongue against the sensitive nub. You were done for. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, causing your entire body to tense up before snapping and shaking uncontrollably. The delicious tight tingles spread all the way out to your fingertips, you pussy convulsing under John´s face.

He did his best to hold you in place through your high, his tongue slowing down as to not overwhelm you. His breath hot on your pubic bone as he had the perfect view of his favorite thing in the world: you cumming undone for him.

John pulled back, placed a soft kiss to your inner thigh before rising to his feet. His cock was straining against his boxers. There was a prominent wet spot where the head laid.

“Now”, he said, pulling his boxers down his legs. His cock springing free and hitting his stomach. “I think you´re ready for me to fuck a baby into you”

John pushed you further up the bed before crawling between your legs.

“I thought you were going to put something in my mouth”, you teased, spreading your legs. You shuddered when you felt John´s cock graze against your heat.

“I can´t wait any longer, sweetheart”, John smirked.

“So I´m have to wait when you want to go down on me but I can´t-“

You were cut off my John pressing his cock into your entrance. Your mouth fell open in pleasure. It was the first time you had ever felt all of him, felt his cock bare, and you instantly wondered why you waited all this time to do so. His cock was soft and smooth against your walls. Rock hard at the same time. You could feel every vein, every ridge of his cock. His swollen and wet head against your g-spot with every thrust.

“Holy shit, Y/N”, John moaned, his hips stuttering as he thrusted in and out at a slow pace. “This feels so fucking good”

“I-I know”, you whined. You put your hands around his neck and pulled him towards you, desperately pressing your lips against his. Needing to have him close. Craving it like a drug addict.

His cock nudged you closer and closer to the edge, his pubic bone pressing against your sensitive clit with every thrust. John went slow, but his thrusts were precise.

Both of you were moaning into each other´s mouth, his hands supporting his weight beside your head, yours tugging at his hair. Your legs wrapped around his waist.

His cock impaled you over and over, the slick noises filling the room combining with your heavy breathing. You had to pull away from his lips to avoid passing out from lack of air. Both of you panting against each other.

“I can´t fucking wait to see you pregnant, sweetheart”, John growled, making you whimper. God you were so close. “I´m going to cum so deep inside you. Going to fuck a baby into you right fucking now”

You clawed at his back, arching into his touch as you felt your orgasm wash over you. You didn´t even have time to warn him, his words pushing you right over the edge. John groaned as you clenched yours walls around his cock, squeezing as hard as you could as your body shook with pleasure. His name left your mouth along with a string of curses. John´s cock nudged your g-spot through your high, his body against your clit making sure you rode out every last wave of pleasure.

“You´re so beautiful when you cum, sweetheart”, John cooed. He slowed his hips slightly, angling his body so that he wasn´t rubbing against your clit anymore. “Do you want to stop?”

Your eyes shot open to meet his.

“No! Please, John. I need you to cum inside me. I need to feel you, all of you”, you whined clenching your walls around his cock to urge him closer. “Cum for me, John. Please cum. Impregnate me”

Those words were all it took for John to dip his head into your neck, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he came. You shuddered as you felt something warm coat your walls. His cock twitched as spurt after spurt of cum shot out of the slit. His hips flush against yours, buried as deep as he could. Your walls milking out every last drop.

John fell limp into your chest after he came down, his breathing hot against your neck.

“Why the fuck did we wait until now to have sex without a condom?”, he mumbled, his words barely audible against your skin.

You ran your fingers through his hair as you giggled, feeling your heart flutter.

“I have no idea, John”, you giggled, “But I don´t think I ever want to go back”

“If we don´t, we´re going to have hundreds of kids”, John said. He pulled out of you and flopped onto his side.

“Bold of you to assume that now that we´re married we´ll have sex hundred times”, you teased.

“Oh please, sweetheart, you know you can stay away. And if these last couple of days are anything to go by, I think we´ll have a house full of kids in no time”

“As long as they are all with you”, you smiled, leaning in to press your lips to his. They were soft and warm, familiar against your own. He was your home.

John grinned when he pulled back, caressing your chin before reaching over your body to grab a pillow. He sat back on his knees and lifted your hips to place it under your body.

“What the fuck are you doing?”, you laughed, lying there like an idiot with your ass in the air. John looked at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Making sure none of my cum slides out? Duh”, he said, laying back down next to you. “Do not know anything about getting pregnant?”

“Apparently not”

“Yet you´re sure that this is what you want?”, John asked. There was playful tone to his words.

“I have you to teach me so I think we´ll manage”, you said, turning your head so you could press your lips to his again. “You´ll be an amazing dad, John”

“We will be amazing together, sweetheart”, he whispered, melting into the kiss.

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[brian-mayonnaise]

Sunday Morning Scrabble

Pairing: Brian May x reader

Warnings: Mild swearing, FLuFF

Word Count: 2358

Summary: Reader and Brian have been friends since childhood, gradually falling in love with each other without the other knowing. Reader accidently confesses her attraction to the curly-headed guitarist, only to find out the feeling’s mutal. This takes place in the late 70′s.

A/N: Whatt’s uuuuuuppppppp. This is the first fic I’m ever posting so feel free to leave any constructive criticism! Hoping to better myself as a writer:) Also, requests are open so do what you want in there. xoxox ~Leah

      Brian and you sat outside at one of the glass tables in the courtyard. Coffees in hand, and scrabble pieces scattered about the surface. You had never been very good at scrabble. Even though you had what some would call a “strong vocabulary”, you could never seem to find any words that had more than three or four letters. Brian on the other hand made you feel absolutely dimwitted as he laid down his ‘Latin scientist astrophysicist’ words. The little wiseacre never gave you a chance. 

      You watched as he studied his letters carefully, arranging and rearranging them. A sigh of annoyance escaped from your mouth as Brian started picking up almost all of his letters, laying them across the board.

      “Ablation” He said as he placed down the last tile. You looked at him, eyebrow cocked.

      “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

      “What?” He snickered. That stupid grin on his face. “That’s not even a fucking word!” He was holding back his laughter now. “Yes it is!” You rolled your eyes, visibly annoyed. “Then what does it mean?”

      “It’s the process where the atmosph-“ you cut him off “ah blah blah blah I don’t wanna hear it. It’s unfair.” You crossed your arms with a pout on your lips, trying to keep a straight face. Brian was visibly amused, a bright smile on his face flashing his perfect teeth. You suddenly felt the butterflies in your stomach.

      You and Bri had been friends for ages. Growing up together, you started developing feelings for him around the time you both started uni. At first, it was the small things that you started to notice. The way his eyes lit up when he laughed, or the little faces he made out of concentration when he was focused on something, such as a history essay, or a new complicated guitar lick. The fall for him was gradual and slow, but you could pin point the exact moment in time when you finally fully tripped, face first, into loving him with all your heart.

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      It was your first time ever seeing Smile play live. Brian had introduced you to Roger and Tim some time before, but with the weight of doing well in uni crushing down on you, you were never able to make time to go to one of their performances. By the grace of God, you somehow managed to get a break from your professors to be able to come out and support them.

      You walked into the crowded pub, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes hitting you like a train. You were somewhat nervous. You had never been one for this kind of setting, much preferring quiet hangout spots where you can sip your tea and peacefully people watch while you obvserve the busy day to day lives of the Londoners. But this, this was the exact opposite. With seemingly no such thing as personal space, it felt as if everyone was in your business as you carefully nudged people out of the way in order to get to the bar. You had decided to order a cocktail of sorts, just to calm you nerves.

      You stood by the bar as you watched the sweaty and drunken bodies move around the small venue. But sooner or later the lights started to dim, and everyone was cheering. You quickly set down your drink and made your way towards the front. Not right up near the stage, but close enough to see their faces.

      The spotlights came on, shining the bright lights onto them as they entered. Rog came out first, shirtless and wearing some tight pants that left nothing to the imagination. As he slipped behind his drums, you could hear all the girls in the pub scream his name and whistle. You mentally scoffed and rolled your eyes, though some part of you found it amusing.

      Next was Tim, only wearing a t-shirt and bell bottoms. His bass was already on a stand by the microphone, allowing him to smoothly pick it up and plug it in.

      Finally, Brian’s lanky figure walked onto the stage, his Red Special in hand. Brian never let any of the groupies handle his baby, and you couldn’t blame him. He was wearing dark blue bell bottoms, complimented by his red Rolling Stones shirt. He looked so incredibly calm. If he was at all nervous, you wouldn’t be able to tell. It was like he was born for this type of lifestyle, like he was in his element up on that stage.

      Brian struck the first chord, and the sound erupted throughout the pub. Your body felt weightless, you could feel every single sound wave move through your limbs. 

      Brian looked angelic. Yes, that word is overused, but there was no other adjective you could find to describe him in this moment. 

      When his first guitar solo came up, it sent shivers up and down your spine. You shook with them and closed your eyes while the twang of the bended high notes filled your ears. The feelings that coursed through your body made rubbing up against the sweaty college kids worth it.

      When you opened your eyes again, you caught a glimpse of Brian sweeping his tongue out across his bottom lip. Your body tensed with desire. You didn’t want to feel this way for your bestfriend, what you had with Bri was amazing. A friendship that had built up over years and years. Everything in your mind was telling you to push these thoughts back, but the way your heart pumped faster and louder at the sight of him made you question your conscience. 

      From that moment on, you knew everything was going to be different...

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      “(y/n)….heellloooo…..earth to (y/n)”

      You zoned back into the moment with Brian snapping and waving his hands in front of your face. He was giving you a somewhat concerned but amused look. 

      “Sorry. Day dreaming I guess.” You smiled sheepishly. 

      He sat back in his chair a bit, picking up his mug. “Mm. What about?”

      “The first time I saw you guys perform live..Y’know, before Fred came along and you guys took off.” You concentrated on the ground, focusing on your shoe.

      You could tell he was staring at you through the corner of your eye, but you’d never say anything. “Why were you thinking about that love?” He took a long slurping sip of his coffee, which in turn made you roll your eyes. He knew you hated that. 

      “I don’t know really. It was the first ti-....” you stopped yourself suddenly, hoping he didn’t hear that last part. The last thing you needed was him questioning you.

      “The first time what?” Shit. Too late. 

      You stammered out words, trying to get a coherent sentence out. “The first time I realized you guys were gonna be big” you smiled unconvincingly, praying you had saved yourself.

      Brian knew you too well. Over the years, he’s picked up on your tells. Whenever you lied, you always scrunched up your nose, and you could never hold eye contact. He actually thought it was adorable. It was one of the little things that Brian had learned to fall for.  

      Now Brian had never expected to fall in love with you. It happened so suddenly for him, he didn’t even realize how he felt until your laugh started giving him butterflies. He remembers the night you had showed up at his doorstep, drunk out of your mind and shivering from the negative degree wind chill. 

      You and your ex-boyfriend had just broken up after you walked in on the wanker doing it in your bed with another girl. The anger he felt that night scared him. He was ready to end that scumbag’s life in seconds for the way that he hurt you.

      Time seemed to slow down while you were crying into his shoulder. He wanted to tell you how he felt. To tell you that he could give you everything that  tosser couldn’t. That he loved you so much he could barely stand seeing you in this state. 

      But you were wasted and sobbing. He concluded that it would be a shitty time for him to confess something like that, so he put it off...and put if off, until now he was unsure of how to say it.

      He looked at you with skeptical eyes. “...You’re a terrible liar, you do know that right?” 

      Your jaw dropped, feeling slightly offended’ “Am not! What makes you say that?!” You smacked him on his shoulder, earning a childish “oowww” from Brian as he rubbed that spot.

      He laughed outwardly. God he thought you were beautiful. He could find no faults. Your personality, your laugh, the bridge of your nose. Everything about you was simply gorgeous. He hated himself for how cheesy he sounded in his head, but he loved everything about you. 

      “I’m just saying, don’t try to lie to someone you grew up with. I know your tells, liar”

      “Oh please, I do not have tells” You scoffed

      He looked at you with one eyebrow raised, “mmmm I beg to differ love”

      “mmhm okay then what are they?”

      “Ha! Like I would ever tell you! Then you’d stop doing it and I wouldn’t be able to tell if you’re lying or not anymore.” He laughed at your scowl 

      You brushed him off “Oh whatever” he playfully nudged you with his shoulder.

      This time it was your turn to get caught staring. Brian continued to act like he didn’t feel your gaze, though you weren’t being stealthy with it.

      He turned and looked into your eyes, and you swore your heart dropped into your butt. You quickly found a spot on the table that you pretended to be interested in.

      “(y/n)…..” Brian said in a sing-song manner. you continued to keep your pupils downward, afraid of the blush on your cheeks giving you away. “You still owe me the truth” he moved his face closer to yours, placing his hand under your chin to fix your attention towards him. Your noses were inches away by now. “What’s on your mind, love?” It was barely a whisper. 

      This was it. You had to tell him. You were in too deep. 

      You took a deep breath. At least, you tried. Kind of hard to breathe with Bri this close. “Th-the. The-uhm.” You paused for a moment, closing your eyes. You refused to look at him while you confessed this. “The first time I knew I was in love with you..” It came out in a shakey voice. 

      When you finally opened your eyes, he had moved even closer. Your noses were practically touching, you could feel his hot breath on your lips. You were scared you had freaked him out. You were second-guessing everything, worried you just ruined the decades of friendship. “Bri…” This time it was a whisper “Please say something.” 

      He looked down, and then back up at you. Smiling, his mouth finally opened to speak.

      “What a coincidence.....because (y/n) (y/l/n), I love you more than you could ever imagine.” 

      With both of you letting out relived sighs, your lips finally crashed together. You wrapped your hands around the back of Brian’s neck, deepening the kiss. Quiet moans escaped from your mouth, leaving Bri hungrier. He’d do everything he could to keep those little noises coming. 

      If you guys didn’t need air, you swore you would’ve stayed there in that same spot, lips locked, for the rest of your lives. In the best way possible, sparks flew as both of your tongues explored the depths of each other’s mouths. 

      When you both finally, albeit reluctantly, separated to breathe, your lips were swollen red, and the tip of your nose had a pink tint to it. 

      You both were frozen there for bit in each other’s grasps. Foreheads together, and breathing in the other person’s breath. 

      “I can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner.” Brian mumbled with an airy laugh. 

      You smiled looking into his eyes, “Brian Harold May I’ve fallen so incredibly fucking hard for you, rockstar” 

      “Hmm, I do believe we should start playing scrabble a bit more often, huh love?”

      You snickered and nodded at his proposal.

      And with that, Brian brought your lips together again.  

The End

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      6th Months Later

      Roger looked at his best mate, feeling excited for him but also a bit defiant. “Are you sure you kids are ready for this? I mean, your relationship is practically brand new Bri.” 

      Brian just smiled at the blonde drummer, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

      Brian looked down through the glass, the shimmer almost blinding him. The employee made his way back over to the two boys. “Any thoughts sir?” 

      Brian pointed at the one he picked out through the glass. “I think this one will do quite nicely sir, thank you for your help.” The man smiled and got his keys to open the case before handing it to him. “Excellent choice, she’ll love it”

      The guitarist checked out, paying in full. He and Rog made their way out of the shop. “Do you like it mate?” Brian asked, looking at the small black box out of curiosity. Roger looked at his friend. He noticed the glow of excitement radiating off of the man. “I think it’s perfect Bri.” he gave the bloke a firm pat on the back.

      Brian smirked. “Hey, thanks again for coming with me to do this.”

      “Of course! You think I’d let you go ring shopping alone?! Brian, You can barely pull up your own pants.” 

      “I beg your pardon! I was perfectly capable of doing this by myself, thank you very much!” Brian scoffed, giving Rog a look.

      “Aha! Alright captain, whatever you say. I think your curls might be constricting the blood flow to your giant brain there” Rog clapped back with an immense amount of sass. 

      Brian’s face went pink with annoyance “Well you little-” 

      Brian didn’t get to finish his sentence as the blondie took off running towards the station, curly running after him..

The Actual End

[warren-lauren]

Hi! I saw your request thing. Could I have a John Deacon fluff/smut with 2,4,6, and 12 please ? ♥️♥️

Here it is. Really sorry for the wait, I’ve been trying to come up with this for ages, but I finally got something that’s worthy. Hope you like it!!

Warnings: Swearing, smut, 18+ readers, fingering, oral (female receiving)

“I feel silly wearing these.” You pouted at your friend as you tugged on the denim shorts she’d practically forced you to wear.

“You have great legs, Y/N, show them off.” Alice smiled at you.

You shook your head. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I have to have my backside out as well, Alice.” You huffed. “I look stupid.”

“You look, fine, Y/N.” She reassured you. “Look,” She reached over your shoulder and tapped the person behind you, smiling sweetly as the two men turned their attention to you. “Excuse me, would you tell my friend she looks good in these shorts.”

“Excuse me?” The brunette of the pair asked confused.

“My friend thinks she looks silly in these shorts, but she doesn’t, does she?” Alice smiled at the pair as they turned to look at you.

The blonde shook his head, grinning as he openly eyed you. “Nah, they look good, don’t they, John?” He turned to look at the brunette. He nodded but looked away quickly as he began blushing, making you smile. His friend nudged him, whispering something in his ear. “Go on.”

John nodded and took a deep breath, still blushing as he looked back to you. “Sure, they look good on you, but they’d look better on my bedroom floor.” You began laughing at him as he cringed at the words.

“Blimey, you don’t muck about.” Alice burst out laughing behind you.

“Shut up.” You nudged her with your elbow before turning back to face John, your blush evident. “I usually get offered a drink before a shag.” You smirked up at him.

John shook his head letting out a nervous laugh. “M'sorry, Roger told me-”

“No, I said to flirt, not get laughed at. you’re on your own.” roger shook his head, turning away from the pair of you.

“I’m, Y/N.” Yo held your hand out to him with a smile on your face.

John reflected it as he took your hand. “John.”

—————

“Would you stop moping.” Roger sighed as he jumped off the tour bus.

“I’m not moping, Roger.” John glared at the back of the drummers head as he followed him. “I’m worried. Now, piss off!”

“Oy!” Roger spun around to face him. “Don’t be having a go at me because you’ve been dumped.” Roger kicked some dirt towards John, irritated by the bass player.

“He hasn’t been dumped, Roger.” Brian shoved him forwards, standing in between the pair of them.

Roger scoffed and began walking towards the hotel. “Then explain why Y/N’s giving him the silent treatment.” He asked.

“Piss off!” John huffed, walking off into the hotel ahead of them.

“You should be a little nicer to him, Rog.” Freddie sighed as he began walking in front.

“Me? Why? What have I done?” Roger snapped.

“Well, it was your groupie who threw herself at him, in front of the reporters.” Brian reminded as the three of them walked into the reception of the hotel.

Roger sighed deeply. “I told her to piss off. What more can I do?”

“Call Y/N? Explain. Reassure John their relationship is strong.” Brian spoke, getting no answer from Roger. He rolled his eyes shaking his head as he pushed Roger out the way. “Forget it. I’ll talk to him.”

Once everyone was checked into their rooms, Brian headed to John’s room. A couple of seconds passed after Brian had knocked on the door before John had opened it, sighing deeply as he turned from the door.

“Alright, mate?”

“Please don’t Brian. I just want to be alone.” John mumbled as he sat on his bed, picking up a polaroid of the two of you smiling at one of the many partied you’d gone to.

“John,” Brian sighed gently, sitting on the edge of the bed by John’s feet. “You know you and Y/N are going to be okay, right?”

John scoffed. “So why is she ignoring me? We always talk, no matter what.” He closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry in front of Brian. “Three days, Brian, with nothing. Something’s wrong.” Brian nodded slowly thinking about it.

It was strange for the two of you to go all that time without talking, Brian knew how you worked better than anyone, you were close. The pair of you met in class, you were studying to be an astrophysicist too. It was a pure coincidence you met John and Roger at the pub when you did. ‘Small world, aye?’ you’d giggled as you pulled Brian into a hug, surprising Roger and John when John had taken you to meet his bandmates.

“I know you’ll be fine,” Brian spoke out loud. “She loves you.”

John rolled his eyes, scoffing. “She doesn’t love me, she can’t be that stupid.” John dropped his head, his gaze falling back to the photograph of you.

The sound of the door clicking open drew Brian’s attention, making him smile. “Then Y/N must be really stupid.” He chuckled, standing up.

“Y/N’s not stupid, Brian.” John defended you, putting a smile on Brian’s and your face.

“I must be if I love you.” You smiled softly at him. “Hello, love.”

John stared at you with a slack jaw, catching flies as he stared at you. Brian rolled his eyes before he excused himself, giving you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before he left the two of you alone.

“John?”

He pushed himself to his feet, pulling you into a tight hug once he was stood in front of. “I missed you.” He breathed into your hair, closing his eyes as he held you in his arms.

You giggled into his neck, holding him close to you. “I missed you too, love.” You pulled back, smiling softly up at him, cupping his face gently. “I do love you, John.”

He nodded taking a deep breath as he sat down on the bed, pulling ou down to sit next to him. “I thought- you haven’t answered the phone, I was worried- I thought you broke up with me because-”

“SHUT UP! JUST, shut up and kiss me, John.” You smiling, pulling him closer so you could kiss him.

Weeks of longing and loneliness were poured into that one kiss. You and John had been together for almost ten months, but for six months of those Queen had taken off resulting in you and John barely seeing each other. You hadn’t seen him since your weekend visit to Ridge Farm about four months ago. You’d been missing him dearly.

“I love you too, Y/N,” John whispered against your lips as you broke away to take a breath. “I do love you, and that kiss meant nothing-”

“John,” You covered his mouth with your hand, laughing softly at him. “I know. Roger explained when I saw him downstairs. Besides, I could tell you weren’t enjoying it.”

He shook his head, pulling your hand away from his mouth. “It tasted like cigarettes and Roger.” He pulled a face making you laugh, the sound making him grin. “I love you, Y/N.”

You reached up and pressed your lips against his again, moaning softly into his mouth as your tongues began to move against one another. Slowly, your hands began to unbutton John’s shirt whilst his unzipped your coat, pushing it off your shoulders as you pulled his shirt from where it was tucked away. You broke the kiss so the pair of you could pull each other’s clothing off over your heads before you began kissing each other again, with much more vigor this time. Before long you were stripped out of your clothes, writhing under John as he kissed and licked at your soaking pussy.

“Oh, shit, John,” You moaned loudly as he pushed two of his fingers inside you slowly. He licked softly at you as his other hand kneaded the flesh of your backside. “Oh, God, yes! There, John, yes!” You moaned again, your hips rolling against John’s face as he pumped his fingers inside of you.

John looked up and watched your face contorted in pleasure, your eyes closed as your mouth fell open, gasping for air. He moaned against you as he listened to the filthy moans leaving your lips.

“YES! Oh, fuck, YES, JOHN!” Your orgasm ran through your body as John worked you, moaning into you as you squeezed around his fingers. “Shit, John, JOhn-” Your eyes rolled back, the feeling of a second orgasm already building.

“Fuck, love, you look so beautiful.” John moved up to press a hard kiss to your lips. “Touch me, Y/N, please.” He begged.

You reached down and wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock, moaning at the feeling of having him in your hand once more. “I’ve missed you so much, John.”

“I know, baby, I know.” He kissed you again, his hips rolling automatically as you pumped his cock slowly. “Fuck, Ib needs to e inside you, love, or I’ll finish in your hand.” He chuckled.

“We don’t want that, do we.” You teased, rolling him over so you were on top. You reached over and grabbed the condom you’d gotten out earlier, opening it with ease before you took John in your hand and gave him a few slow pumps, teasing him.

“Y/N, please,” His head fell back as he cursed. You bit back your giggle as you watch him for a second before you rolled the condom on. His hands grabbed a hold of your hips as you began to slowly sink on him, the both of you moaning out loudly together.

You slowly began rolling your hips, your hands laying on John’s chest as you moved. He slipped out a little at a time and fill you back up, pulling moan after moan from you. You leaned down and kissed john firmly on the lips. He wrapped his arms around you and began thrusting quicker and more fiercely up into you.

“Oh, FUCK!” You cried out, pushing yourself up so you could join John, moving against him.

“Fuck!” John moaned loudly. He suddenly sat up and rolled over, settling between your legs. “Wait, I don’t want to cum, yet.” He pressed a soft kiss to your mouth. “Fuck,” He kissed down your neck, nipping and sucking at the spot under your ear as he grabbed a hold of your breasts. He worked his way down, kissing the mounds of flesh as he did. “So, beautiful.”

“John, please,” You begged, reached out to take a hold of his cock. “FUCK ME!”

John grinned, nodding as he knelt up, pulling your hips so your legs were over his. He let you position him at your entrance and in one move he filled you up again.

“FUCK!” You both cried out together.

He began snapping his hips, filling you up again and again. The new angle made sure he was hitting you just right, he had you seeing stars.

“Touch yourself, Y/N. That’s it, baby.” John moaned as you began rubbing your clit.

It didn’t take long for you to be hitting yet another orgasm, cumming around John’s cock as he hammered away inside you. You pulled him down to you and crashed your lips against his, his hair tickling your bare shoulder and neck as he did. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he stilled, moaning into your mouth as he came.

John pulled back with a lazy smile adorning his handsome face. “I love you,”

—————

The next morning when the two of you headed down to breakfast, your hands clutched together as you giggled at each other, you were met with three cheeky looking chaps. John pulled your chair out for you and kissed our cheek as you sat down, thanking him. He sat down, pressing a kiss to your lips before he turned his attention to the lads, his smile falling when he saw theirs.

“What?”

Brian shook his head as he held his hands up. “Nothing, mate.”

“Nothing’s wrong, with us, darlin’.” Freddie smiled.

Roger lit his cigarette as he sat back. “Sounded like there was nothing wrong with you to last night.” He winked.

You began blushing and sank in your seat as you covered your face with your hands. John rolled his eyes shaking his head. “Roger?”

“What? You’re the one making her scream half the hotel down.” He teased, smirking smugly as he enjoyed your embarrassment.

You cleared your throat as you sat up. “And I’m sure if he’d have taken your groupie home she’d be the same, Rog.” You smirked at him, making the others laugh loudly at Roger.

“Piss off!”