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enbymoomin · 5 months

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Shows I Watched in 2023: Ranked!

Like last year, I'm deciding to keep up the tradition and rank all the shows I watched in 2023 for my own personal recommendations and for fun ;) This year, I watched 23 shows in 2023, by sheer chance, I swear.

I will again be ranking my list by scoring each show out of 5 in three categories: Blorboness (how blorbable the characters are, how much they rotate through my mind), Quality (execution, narrative elements), and Enjoyability (including and especially rewatchability). The three scores will then be totaled for a final score out of 15. Let's go, 2023 list!

1. 3 Will Be Free (2019) - 15 pts

Blorboness: 5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: Won a place in my top shows of all time, third only to Black Sails (forever #1) and KinnPorsche in second place. Literally no other shows are on this list. The representation of the fluidity of sexuality and queerness, challenging amatonormativity, the queer m/f friendships, and poly rep in this show gave 3WBF a special place in my heart >>>>>

2. One Piece (2023) - 15 pts

Blorboness: 5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: This one snuck up on me out of nowhere! I wasn't expecting to like this as much as I did but I wanted to give this pirate show a try, especially since they used the same sets as Black Sails in South Africa. A simply fantastic show all around, and I can't wait to follow the live action as it develops!

3. Shadow and Bone Season 2 (2023) - 14 pts

Blorboness: 5

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: Fuck Netflix. S&B and the Crows deserved so much better <3333

4. Derry Girls (2018-22) - 14 pts

Blorboness: 4.5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4.5

5. Scott Pilgrim Takes Off (2023) - 14 pts

Blorboness: 4

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

Rest under the cut!

6. Moonlight Chicken (2023) - 13.5 pts

Blorboness: 3.5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

7. Only Friends (2023) - 13.5 pts

Blorboness: 4

Quality: 4.5

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: I feel like people hated on this show too much for not living up to whatever they had hyped it up to be in their head. There WAS a lot of mess (loved it!) but the characters were also treated like real people rather than nonstop Pretty Little Liars-level drama. This show was actually really good and I had fun watching :))

8. Over the Garden Wall (2014) - 12.5 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4.5

Comment: This will become an annual watch for me 🍂

9. The Eclipse (2022) - 12.5 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4.5

10. Bed Friend (2023) - 12 pts

Blorboness: 3.5

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4.5

11. Bridgerton Season 2 (2022) - 12 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4

12. Good Omens Season 2 (2023) - 12 pts

Blorboness: 4

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

13. Shadowhunters (2016-19) (rewatch) - 11.5 pts

Blorboness: 4

Quality: 3.5

Enjoyability: 4

Comment: Okay so I haven't seen this show in like four years so that's why it's on the list even though it's a rewatch since I basically watched with fresh eyes. It's better than I remembered when I was a teen but I think that's because I'm not a book purist anymore and thank fucking god for that. It was fun! I realize in hindsight how revolutionary the queer rep was when it first aired, even though it was still 2016-2019. Some of the plot changes and show-original arcs were a little strange but for the most part I liked them!

14. 911 Lone Star (2020-) - 11.5 pts

Blorboness: 3.5

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

15. Heartstopper Season 2 (2023) - 11 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 4

16. The Gilded Age Season 2 (2023) - 11 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

17. What We Do In The Shadows Season 5 (2023) - 10.5 pts

Blorboness: 3

Quality: 3.5

Enjoyability: 4

18. Never Have I Ever Season 4 (2023) - 10 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

19. Queen Charlotte: A Bridgerton Story (2023) - 10 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 4

Comment: Okay it was a really good show, but as an American I just can't blorbify any English monarchs, let alone King George the fucking III 💀💀

20. Not Me (2020) - 9 pts

Blorboness: 2.5

Quality: 3.5

Enjoyability: 3

Comment: LMAO so I watched this because two of my friends in the KinnPorsche fandom were giving me feedback on this paper for uni doing a queer theory/film studies analysis of KPTS and both of them independently said that I should watch Not Me because it was relevant to my argument, so this was my assigned reading xD I really liked it, but the second half of the show was much stronger than the first half for me. Also really fascinating in context of the pro-democracy protests happening in Thailand in 2020 and then Not Me airing in 2021; although it wasn't my favorite QL I've seen, I've got mad respect for it 🫡

21. Spartacus (2010-13) (rewatch) - 9 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 4

Enjoyability: 3

Comment: This is another rewatch because I was DEFINITELY too young when I watched this the first time like five years ago since I pretty much dissociated the entire time, and I wanted to see if it was really that bad or if I was just, y'know, too young. In hindsight, it actually really was quite gratuitous with the sex and violence (and sexual violence) which lowered its enjoyability score, but it was a really thought-provoking and otherwise well-executed show in terms of themes and narrative. I'll still have to get around to posting my Spartacus-Black Sails-Hunger Games meta analysis some day 👀

22. Wedding Plan the Series - 8.5 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 3

Enjoyability: 3

Comment: I'm sorry but I just can't stand this type of incompetence/manufactured stupid obstacles. Yiwa and Marine are queens, Nuea is understandable, but Sailom, get it together my guy. However, I did really appreciate the queer commentary and I totally dig the mlm/wlw friendships <3

23. Our Flag Means Death Season 2 - 8 pts

Blorboness: 2

Quality: 3

Enjoyability: 3

Comment: I feel like the show didn't really know what genre it was trying to be anymore. I thought y'all were exaggerating when it first came out, but I kind of see your point now. My enjoyment was also tainted by the pirate battle wars (iykyk) and also more importantly Taika Waititi literally firing pro-Palestine actors. Probably not going to watch S3 :(

And last but not least,

SPECIAL HONORARY MENTION:

Percy Jackson and the Olympians (2023-) - 15 pts

Blorboness: 5

Quality: 5

Enjoyability: 5

Comment: PJO isn't officially ranked in my 2023 list because it's not done airing yet, but it WILL be ranked in 2024 when the season is completed. (I learned my lesson with Gap the Series last year when the second half of the show went sharply downhill after the new year :( but I have strong hopes for PJO!) So far, the show is fucking amazing, and I have faith that Jon Steinberg, Dan Shotz, Bear McCreary, Daphne Olive, Toby Stephens, Jessica Parker Kennedy, and Nick Boraine will continue to serve eat and leave no crumbs in 2024. Black Sails, KPTS, and 3WBF my beloveds may have some new company next year 👀

That's that for my 2023, and making this was just as much fun as last year! Surprisingly, no show this year scored a 1, a 0, or negative points in any categories, so good on them (or for me) xD Shout out to all the Tumblr gif makers who convinced me to watch these shows, y'all are more powerful than any marketing department. And @ anybody please feel free to drop into my ask box or messages about any of these shows or with any recs of your own 🙏💕

Happy new year!

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coochiequeens · 11 months

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Thanks to "progressive" liberals women in Westchester County will have to chose between a man accused of abuse or a man undermined regulations designed to help women get into office.

ByGenevieve Gluck. July 14, 2023

A trans-identified male who has referred to himself as a “poly, kinky trans lesbian” has announced his bid to run for a seat in New York’s state assembly. Émilia Decaudin, 24, is known for having successfully petitioned to end a suffrage-era Democrat Party policy that stipulated one man and one woman be nominated to represent each New York district.

Speaking with local press, Decaudin revealed his intention to unseat Assemblymember Juan Ardila, who is facing mounting pressure to resign following allegations of sexual assault. Decaudin had previously endorsed Ardila during his campaign for the post. If successful, Decaudin would be the first trans-identified male elected as a legislator in New York.

Decaudin was first elected to the Democratic state committee in 2018 to represent part of Westchester County. The following year, he declared that he identified as a woman, at which time he spearheaded an effort to change a century-old parity provision fought for by women in the suffrage movement.

In 1920, women’s rights campaigner Eleanor Roosevelt, along with the League of Women Voters, proposed distinct Male and Female District Leader roles in an effort to ensure that women could gain access to an entry-level position in political party leadership.

At Decaudin’s urging, the requirement that two corresponding party officers be “one male and one female” representative was altered in July 2020. Members of New York state’s Democratic Party would instead be represented by officials of “different genders” or who were otherwise both “non-binary.” The resolution also added “gender” and “gender identity” as protected characteristics to the Party’s diversity clause.

Writing for the Gotham Gazette, Decaudin framed the provision as one which excluded people who did not “identify as being exclusively either women or men,” and claimed that the policy “barred” such individuals from public office.

“The gender binary, in 2019, in New York, ultimately is an outdated concept because it simply just doesn’t reflect reality for a growing number of people,” Decaudin told the Daily News.

In his resolution, Decaudin stated: “In the age of Donald Trump and an increase in transphobia, homophobia, misogyny, racism, sexism, and their intersections, which also target and marginalize non-binary individuals, our Party must take an active role in standing up for the unrepresented and underrepresented among us.”

Decaudin’s amendments to the parity resolution were adopted, and he ran for and was elected as the Female District Leader for New York City’s 37A district in Queens alongside Jesse Laymon one month before the policy technically went into place.

In response to Decaudin’s appointment to the role, an anonymous woman created a petition to have him removed from the position.

“In October [2019], City Democrats insisted that changing the rules ‘would NOT affect the gender parity of (half of the seats reserved for women) outlined for elected office seats such as District Leaders,” the Care2 petition stated.

“This has proven to be untrue – as was expected by feminists. District 37A will now be represented by two white men, despite the fact that the District as a whole is a ‘majority minority’ District, largely consisting of Hispanics, and does, in fact, also contain women, who have now been deprived of a representative.”

The petition was removed by Care2 shortly after it was created in response to complaints from trans activists.

In addition to effectively erasing the policy designed to protect women’s access to political positions, Decaudin also has a history of making derisive remarks about women that he labels “TERFs” – an acronym for “trans exclusionary radical feminist.” The term is frequently used to incite violence against women critical of gender ideology.

While Decaudin was petitioning to alter the sex parity policy, women on social media pointed out that Decaudin was not, in fact, female. In response to his critics, Decaudin tweeted in October 2019: “TERFs and SWERFs and truscum can suck my girldick.”

Like TERF, “SWERF” is a similarly insulting acronym used to demean women who are opposed to the sex industry – especially prostitution and pornography.

As is the case with many other trans activists, Decaudin supports the “decriminalization of sex work.” In 2021, he shared his support for Decrim NY, an organization headed by a trans-identified male named Cecilia Gentili which calls for the full legalization of the prostitution industry.

“Sex work is work, DecrimNY is on the verge of success, anything less than full decrim results in the incarceration and deaths of vulnerable trans women of color, and making the issue part of your knee-jerk cavalcade of hits against your political opinions makes you complicit,” he wrote.

Other questionable tweets by Decaudin read, “I’m kinky,” and “I want to cuddle. I want to make out. I want to explore our intersecting sexualities and kinks.”

In May, Decaudin called Democratic politician Maud Maron a “vicious, unrepentant transphobe” after she expressed support for renowned author JK Rowling and opposed gender surgeries for minors.

Bizarrely, last year Decaudin said he had been the victim of harassment by an unidentified woman. He claimed he had been drinking at a bar when a mother approached him and referred to her “young daughters” as “vaginas” while telling him he was not a woman. No evidence for the anecdote has since surfaced.

A similar complaint of “misgendering” was made by Decaudin in 2020 about the NYC Health System after he says he was categorized as “male” during a health check.

Although he has been an elected representative, Decaudin has revealed that he uses a “TERF blocklist” on Twitter and at the time had blocked over 13,000 accounts.

If he looks familiar .....

#USA #New York #Émilia Decaudin #Juan Ardila #There's no such think as girldick #Another TIM who is okay with women being exploited through prostitution

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aijamisespava · 10 months

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One Final ESC 2023 Thought: Favorite Songs From Each Country (participating AND non-participating)!

AAAAA I'M SO SORRY FOR DISAPPEARING OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH FOR A WHILE! I just...never got around to my finale before we get to some fun Junior Eurovision 2023/Eurovision 2024 stuff! So here is my finale: Where I share my favorite songs from each country in Eurovision from 2009 to the present.

So, how is this going to work? I'm going alphabetically because it's easier to do it like that. I'm giving you my top 2 from each country, but not the placements. If you want those, they're on the Eurovision website (I will put the year down though). Now, let's get to it!

Albania: "World" by Lindita (2017)/"Ktheju Tokës" by Jonida Maliqi (2019)

Andorra: "La Teva Decisió (Get A Life)" by Susanne Georgi (2009)

Armenia: "Future Lover" by Brunette (2023)/"Not Alone" by Aram MP3 (2014)

Australia: "Promise" by Voyager (2023)/"Sound Of Silence" by Dami Im (2016)

Austria: "Who The Hell Is Edgar?" by Teya & Salena (2023)/"I Am Yours" by The MakeMakes (2015)

Azerbaijan: "Hold Me" by Farid Mammadov (2013)/"Fade To Black" by Nadir Rustalmi (2022)

Belarus: "Forever" by Alekseev (2018)/"Eyes That Never Lie" by Petr Elfimov (2009)

Belgium: "Rhythm Inside" by Loïc Nottet (2015)/"The Wrong Place" by Hooverphonic (2021)

Bosnia & Herzegovina: "Korake Ti Znam" by Maya Sar (2012)/"Ljubav Je" by Jalal & Deen/Ana Rucner/Jala (2016)

Bulgaria: "If Love Was A Crime"/"Na Inat" both by Poli Genova (2016 & 2011 respectively)

Croatia: "Guilty Pleasure" by Mia Dimsic (2022)/"Tick Tock" by Albina (2021)

Cyprus: "Alter Ego" by Minus-One (2016)/"El Diablo" by Elena Tsagrinou (2021)

Czechia: "Lights Off" by Domi (2022)/"My Sister's Crown" by Vesna (2023)

Denmark: Øve Os På Hinanden" by Fyr og Flamme (2021)/"Only Teardrops" by Emmelie de Forest (2013)

Estonia: "Goodbye To Yesterday" by Elina Born & Stig Rastä (2015)/"Rändajad" by Urban Symphony (2009)

Finland: "Something Better" by Softengine (2014)/"Jezebel" by The Rasmus (2022)

France: "L'enfer et moi" by Amandine Bourgeois (2013)/"Évidemment" by La Zarra (2023)

Georgia: "Warrior" by Nina Sublatti (2015)/"Echo" by Iru (2023)

Germany: "Taken By A Stranger" by Lena (2011)/"Ghost" by Jamie-Lee (2016)

Greece: "Die Together" by Amanda Tenfjord (2022)/"Aphrodisiac" by Eleftheria Eleftheriou (2012)

Hungary: "What About My Dreams?" by Kati Wolf (2011)/"Running" by Andra Kallay-Saunders (2014)

Iceland: "Hear Them Calling" by Greta Salome (2016)/"10 Years" by Daði Freyr (2021)

Ireland: "Playing With Numbers" by Molly Sterling (2015)/"That's Rich" by Brooke (2022)

Israel: "Same Heart" by Mei Finegold (2014)/"Rak Bishvilo" by Moran Mazor (2013)

Italy: "La Mia Città" by Emma (2014)/"ZITTI E BUONI" by Måneskin (2021)

Latvia: "Aijā" by Sudden Lights (2023)/"Love Injected" by Aminata (2015)

Lithuania: "Stay" by Monika Linkyte (2023)/"Discoteque" by The Roop (2021)

*can't wait to see Luxembourg next year!!!*

Malta: "This Is The Night" by Kurt Calleja (2012)/"Je Me Casse" by Destiny (2021)

Moldova: "O Mie" by Aliona Moon (2013)/"Run Away" by Sunstroke Project & Olia Tira (2010)

Montenegro: "Adio" by Knez (2015)/"Breathe" by Vladana (2022)

Netherlands: "Arcade" by Duncan Laurence (2019) *CONGRATS ON 1B SPOTIFY STREAMS!*/"De Diepte" by S10 (2022)

North Macedonia: "Crno I Belo" by Kaliopi (2012)/"Jas Ja Imam Silata" by Gjoko Taneski (2010)

Norway: "Fairytale" by Alexander Rybak (2009)/"Queen Of Kings" by Alessandra (2023)

Poland: "Flashlight" by Kasia Moś (2017)/"River" by Ochman (2022)

Portugal: "Amar Pelos Dois" by Salvador Sobral (2017)/"Vida Minha" by Filipa Sousa (2012)

Romania: "Playing With Fire" by Paula Seling & Ovi (2010)/"Amnesia" by Roxen (2021)

*I would like to look into which artists do NOT support the war before sharing my favorites for Russia*

San Marino: "Adrenalina" by Senhit & Flo Rida (2021)/"Stand By" by Senhit (2011) *yes...same artist 10 years apart*

Serbia: "Samo Mi Se Spava" by Luke Black (2023)/"Goodbye (Shelter)" by Sanja Vučić ZAA (2016)

Slovakia: "Horehronie" by Kristina Pelakova (2010)/"Don't Close Your Eyes" by Max Jason Mai (2012)

Slovenia: "Carpe Diem" by Joker Out (2023)/"No One" by Maja Keuc (2011)

Spain: "Quedate Conmigo" by Pastora Soler (2012)/"Dancing In The Rain" by Ruth Lorenzo (2014)

Sweden: "Heroes" by Måns Zelmerlöw (2015)/"Popular" by Eric Saade (2011)

Switzerland: "Tout l'univers"/"Répondez-moi" both by Gjon's Tears (2021 & 2020 respectively)

Turkey: "We Could Be The Same" by maNga (2010)/"Dum Tek Tek" by Hadise (2009)

Ukraine: "Under The Ladder" by Mélovin (2018)/"Time" by O. Torvald (2017)

United Kingdom: "I Wrote A Song" by Mae Muller (2023)/"Never Give Up On You" by Lucie Jones (2017)

Thank you so much for joining me this year! Looking forward to the new year of Eurovision stuff!

#esc #eurovision song contest #eurovision #esc 2023 #eurovision 2023 #esc2015 #esc2014 #esc2016 #esc2009 #esc2010 #esc2021 #esc2011 #esc2022 #esc2012 #esc2013 #esc2017 #esc2018 #esc2019 #esc2020

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josiebelladonna · 2 years

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today is national coming out day—still for a few hours out here on the pacific coast. it’s been a long road to hoe since summer 2019 but i think i finally am able to put it forth.

i was talking to teababe about this just yesterday: i identify as female with she/her pronouns but there is a great part of me that is very masculine. i see my a.f.a.b. body and i feel more relaxed in more sporty fashion rather than the traditional “girly” stuff i’ve been seeing in the world lately: it’s as if every woman is obsessed with being feminine and traditional (everyone wants to be parents and came inside for… some reason) and i just am not feeling it, bro. it’s a little hard to explain and put into concise words but whenever i see a woman lamenting about how she’s not feminine enough or not a real woman, that i relate to so hard—there was actually a brief time late last year where i was starting to go by they/them pronouns, followed by she/they. i thought, oh, geez, what if i’m non-binary?

whenever i think about greendruidess’ rhetoric about how real women don’t do this and don’t do that, it hit a nerve with me. i began to wonder if i really am true to my own womanhood because the apparent queen of how all women should act and interact™️ said so. i’ve been mistaken for a boy many a number of times in life, often to the point of bringing me to tears, plus femininity is held in such high regard now, and i feel like such an outsider whenever i think about it, like… what am i doing wrong?

needless to say, i pulled through it and i realized that i can’t help it.

though i found out that i’m not native american earlier this year, their lore believes that you have the truly feminine, the truly masculine, the neutral or genderless, and then what’s known as “two-spirit”, which is basically a broad way of saying androgynous. it’s far more complicated than that, but it’s what they were going for, though: the feminine and masculine both reside within and others tend to lean towards one or the other.

i am female, i identify as she/her, but i am androgynous in mind and heart, though.

with this in mind, my writing should make a lot more sense: i like to tell a story through a girl’s eyes as much as i do a boy. this is where it gets complicated and borderline controversial, too: i want to empathize with both genders in an asexual manner (dressing like a boy while never neglecting my own womanhood for a second). i want to explore and feel close to the male gender as well as the female gender while still maintaining the fact that i identify as a woman.

as for sexuality? i’m probably pan. i’m also polyamorous, and my sex drive ebbs and flows like the ocean tides. i think of the episode of bob’s burgers where tina sneaks into the audition disguised as a boy and she gets caught, but she really just wanted to look at boys and linda tells her it’s actually a beautiful thing to be boy crazy because it means she has a big heart and big imagination. and the song at the end is “the right number of boys is always more”, and it spoke volumes to me because for me, it’s true. the right number of souls, especially the masculine ones, next to you is always more.

i hope all two-spirits, enbys, aces, she/hers, she/theys, pans, polys, and those of us still very confused had a good day today 💜

#national coming out day #two spirit #pansexual #she/her #lgbtq #text #asexual #ace #gender fluid #genderqueer #it’s my gender and i get to decorate the cake

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joyless-somebody · 6 months

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Poly Queen Masterlist

Poly!Queen Week 2019

Day 1 - Breathless

Day 2 - Where Are They?

Day 3 - Too Much

Day 4 - The Baby!

Day 5 - What If I Don’t Like Me?

Day 6 - It Screams?!

Day 7 - The Prettiest Angel

#mastering my lists #please ignore

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storyweaverofgondor · 1 year

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I'm torn between two queens, but I am going with my favorite adult queen, Bombalurina.

My NOTP for them: Demeurina

My BROTP for them: Demeurina

My OTP for them: Tuggurina

My second choice pairing for them:Bombacival (BombaxPouncival)

My fluffy pairing for them: Bombastache (My OC x Canon Ship)

My angsty pairing for them: 2019 Bombacavity

My favorite poly ship for them: Bombatuggoffelees

My weirdest pairing for them: . . . I'm not sure.

#asks #heroofffire101 #cats the musical

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jessahmewren · 5 years

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Poly!Queen Week

Inspired by the success of Maycury Week (hosted by @freddie-mercurial), we have decided to celebrate the growing popularity of the poly!Queen fandom during the first week of October, September 30 thru October 6, and we would love for you to join us!

Poly is any pairing consisting of more than two people. That’s it...those are the only rules. That, and to have fun!

We have included some prompts each day to help you create: Some for fluff, some random ones, some for angst, some for smut, and some more specific prompts. Do not feel constrained to these prompts, however. Do whatever inspires you.

Also, this is not just for writers. Fan artists and editors should feel free to join in on the fun too!

Tag your works poly!queen 2019, and if you post your fics on Ao3, feel free to add it to the collection of the same name!

~~~

Monday

Doing laundry

Food

Hospitalization

Bondage

Someone finds a stray animal and takes care of it

Tuesday

Sick fic

Glasses

Someone goes missing

Roleplay

They play a drinking game, never have I ever, spin the bottle, gay chicken whatever

Wednesday

Bake a cake

Visitors

Fighting/argument

Overstimulation

Brian is stressed over a deadline and the boys help him relax

Thursday

Grocery shopping

Fantasy/Supernatural AU

Anxiety

Fucking in public

One of the boys is struggling with mental illness, and the other three are there to support them

Friday

Carve a pumpkin

Scrabble (or any kind of boardgame) tournament

Jealousy

Sex toys

It’s one of Queen’s photoshoots and one of the boys feels insecure when comparing themselves to the others

Saturday

Petting zoo

Masquerade

Character death (major or minor)

Someone flirts too much with a stranger, and the others show them who they belong to

Someone is crying softly from their room and the others investigate who it is

Sunday

Decorate a Christmas tree

Modern AU

Body image issues

Crossdressing

Someone has a birthday but fails to show up to their own party

Please reblog to help us get the word out, and happy creating! <3

-- @tikiniki and jessahmewren

#queen #bohemian rhapsody #poly!queen #poly!queen 2019 #poly!borhap #queen fan fiction #queen fanfiction #queen fan fic #queen fic #bohemian rhapsody fanfiction #bohemian rhapsody fan fic #borhap fan fic #borhap fanfic #john deacon #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may

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thosequeenboys · 5 years

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Jealousy (Poly!Queen Week)

Summary: Freddie and Roger commence their occasional fling to Roger’s delight only to be interrupted by Fred’s main love interest, Deacy, who they convince to join. This piece is for Day 5 of Poly!Queen Week 2019.

A/N: This was one of my first-ever fan fics, written before I was on Tumblr and before I knew Poly! was a thing. I was just looking at pictures of them and then... well, you know how that happens 😊…Didn’t know I had this in me!. So glad it’s come in handy! Song lyrics that came to me as I wrote are bolded and referenced at the end.

Warnings: This story is pure smut. Please move on if you’re under 18. There is also some cursing – and a little sap!

Freddie and Roger gave each other The Look after the show, which meant they would meet in Fred’s suite in a hour. It seldom happened these days, but after Freddie's ongoing gyrations in front of Roger during the show, they knew something had to be done to satisfy their passion.

Roger arrived right on time and Fred let him in. “You look gorgeous, Darling,” he sighed. Fred sure knew how to call it when it came to cute boys. Roger had showered and changed. Fred’s eyes roamed over him slowly from head to toe, noting his soft blonde waves feathering his face, his tight wife beater stretched over his chest, exposing his firm biceps, and his fresh white jeans hugging all of his delicious spots.

“Get undressed, Dear, put this on and get on the bed,” Fred said, tossing Roger a robe. Roger moved past Fred and undressed rapidly, throwing his clothes in a pile on the floor, as Fred disappeared into the bathroom.

Roger put the robe on and lay on the bed, his smooth chest and legs exposed. He started to stroke his cock in anticipation of what lay ahead. Fred emerged wearing a robe, which he slithered off as he climbed on top of Roger, who released himself and tossed his own robe quickly. Freddie started to kiss Roger deeply and Roger offered devouring kisses in return, their cocks aligned, growing as they thrusted into each other.

“Oh, God,” Roger moaned, in between kisses. “I’ve missed this, Fred. You’re just so…divine, so sexy…” Roger’s voice lilted.

Fred winked at Roger and reached over to grab the lube on the side table and started putting it on his fingers. “Why don’t you get on all fours. Let’s get to it.”

“Wow, just like that? No foreplay??” Roger joked.

“That concert was foreplay,” Fred responded. “Our dicks were hard for two hours. Took everything I had not to push you over your fucking drums and take you right there on the stage.” Fred growled.

The image was arousing to Roger, however uncomfortable and logistically complicated it might have been.

“I kinda feel like a slut, Fred. “You don’t bring me flowers, you don’t sing me love songs.” (1)” Roger laughed. He knew that this relationship did not have those trappings, nor were they needed. They loved each other as old friends and bandmates and once-in-a-blue-moon fuck buddies. And that was enough. More than enough, really. Roger assumed the position for Freddie.

“True, but tonight, I bring you these,” Freddie winked, as he showed Roger his long, slicked fingers, and he slid one, two, then three fingers gently into Roger, who moaned with each entrance. Finally, Freddie positioned himself behind Roger who was panting. “Jesus, Fred...Fuck me...” On his knees, Fred bent forward into a perfect flat-back draping himself over Roger, one arm holding himself up and the other wrapped around the younger man. Freddie slowly parted Roger’s hole with his throbbing member, and Roger let out an anticipatory moan.

Suddenly the door clicked with a key. “Freddie, I want you to see this”...the voice trailed off. It was Deacy, holding a magazine, suddenly stopping, his mouth agape as he witnessed his bandmates primed before him. The magazine tumbled out of his hands.

Roger turned his head from his doggie position to look back at the disruption. “Oh shit. I’m never going to get fucked,” he mumbled as he grabbed the robe off the floor, draping it over himself as he turned around and sat.

There was indeed cause for concern.

Fred moved away from Roger instantly, covered himself hastily with the blanket and faced a stunned Deacy. “Deacy, Love, you know, this is just, just an occasional, um, meeting Roger and I have...”

“An occasional meeting, huh? And, is there a written agenda for this meeting?” John retorted snidely.

Roger let out a hearty laugh. Don’t let that sweet smile fool you, he thought. That boy can slay! Roger stopped his hilarity suddenly as Freddie shot him a stern glare.

“Oh, Deacy. I have heart eyes only for you. It just..it goes way back. Do you want to join? Could be fun! And Roger could use a little foreplay. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. Would you, Rog?” Roger took a deep breath and let it out audibly.

“I suppose not,” Roger knew he didn’t have a choice. He felt jealous feelings rise inside of him. Freddie had such a clear desire and concern for Deacy that they became enmeshed in their own world and everything else just vanished sometimes. It was tough for Roger to imagine someone loving him so completely like that. He was happy for them, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that would that love ever happen to him.

He and Brian knew Freddie suffered from ‘a crazy little thing called Deacy love.’ Those boys had a deep bond on stage, in the studio, at the pub, always. Freddie drew Deacy out and helped him feel comfortable with band life, and Deacy could snap Fred out of one of his moods in a heartbeat with a firm yet caring talk, a loaded stare or a wry joke. Their music interests and humor were in sync. Their love ran deep. Once in Vegas Roger heard them through the wall in Freddie’s room next door, their jokes and banter turning subdued over the evening. Deacy’s moans were punctuated by his utterances of “Freddie oh, Freddie” most of the night, and Freddie spoke to Deacy softly as they made gentle, passionate love.

In terms of Freddie’s affection and attention, Deacy always won.

Turning off his thoughts, Roger was intrigued by Deacy joining them. He was handsome in an understated way with a firm body. He found himself watching Deacy’s firm ass and toned thighs from his drums. He loved it when Deacy danced so freely. Deacy meanwhile was warming up to the idea himself, though he was a little intimidated by Roger’s infamous bedroom prowess. He blinked, a bit incredulous at the thought of fooling around with the prettiest, most luscious, most desirable boy, so sweet even when he was acting cheeky or staring into space, blind as a bat, because he was too stubborn to wear his glasses.

“Come on over, Darling,” Fred motioned to Deacy, who advanced toward the bed tentatively. “Let’s go over the rules,” Fred said. Deacy raised an eyebrow at the word ‘rules.’ Roger’s mouth opened and he blurted out “Rules??”

Freddie continued, “You boys can fool around, but only I can fuck Deacy and only I can make Deacy come.”

“Are you joking??!!!!” Roger asked incredulously. Deacy smiled, pleased with the arrangement- and the thought of Roger being disappointed in their limited contact. And, he was relieved that Freddie wanted to pleasure him. “Roger, do you want to get fucked or not?” Freddie asked with a laugh.

Roger gave a sly smile, looking down, and threw his robe to the floor. He said with his gruff yet high pitched voice, “Come on over, Deacy. Why don’t you strip for us?” As Deacy stripped slowly tossing his clothes on the floor, both Freddie and Roger eyed him lustfully. Deacy crawled on the bed and turned his attention to Roger knowing he was disappointed by his intrusion. He started to kiss him and laid him back on the bed. Deacy planted kisses down Roger’s smooth chest.

“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Roger?” Deacy cooed with a broad grin, raising his head to look at Roger.

Roger’s eyes widened. He let out a little moan staring at Deacy, “Y..Yessss.”

Freddie gasped at Deacy’s boldness, “Deacy??’ Deacy’s mouth continued its journey down Roger’s slender frame and ended up sucking a moaning and increasingly hard Roger.

“Jesus Christ, You’re so good, Deacy,” Roger said, as Deacy took more of Roger’s hard cock into his mouth. Deacy popped off of him with a crooked grin. “I learned from the best,” he said, giving Freddie a wink. Freddie was stroking his own hard cock and laughed at Deacy. “C’mon, Deacy, you know flattery will get you EVERYWHERE.”

Suddenly, Roger pulled out and flipped Deacy over onto his back and got on top of him, astride him on all fours. Freddie looked on and said, “Super, we’re back where we started. Now with two hot boys. Roger, suck Deacy and bring him to the edge for me and I’ll take care of you.” Deacy leaned against headboard, his cock strategically placed under Roger’s head.

Freddie lubed up his cock and fingers and again assumed the position behind Roger. He fingered him again, feeling him relax and open as he probed him.

“You’re such a pretty boy, Roger. Just so pretty,” Fred gushed. “Isn’t he, Deacy?”

“Oh, God, yes,” Deacy uttered. “I..I can’t believe I’m looking up at him like this, for he’s so fine, so fine (2).”

“You ready for me?” Freddie asked Roger.

“Ready Freddie,” Roger responded, and they all laughed. (I couldn’t help it)

Freddie pushed himself into Roger who thrusted back toward Freddie and groaned. Roger bent his head and starting sucking Deacy’s hard cock as Freddie moved in and out of Roger. Deacy moaned, thrusting into Roger’s hot and eager mouth and reached his hand up to grab Roger’s aching cock.

“Oh, Fuck, Deacy like that. Harder Freddie, fuck me Harder. I’m not gonna last with you boys...Oh, Fuck....” Roger’s movements melded to the rhythm of Freddie’s thrusts and Deacy’s hand, causing him the most intense pleasure.

“UGH, give it to me, boys.” Freddie gave a few quick strong thrusts and Deacy jerked Roger harder. Roger released his load through Deacy’s fingers onto his chest. Roger and Freddie kept moving together as Roger landed after his climax.

“That was incredible,” Roger said, panting.

“Beautiful.,” Fred said as he pulled out. He turned Roger over and leaned in to kiss him. “My dear, dear friend. I love you. Now, I’ll finish Deacy.”

Roger got up, grabbed a wet towel and helped clean up Deacy, who laid on his back, ready for his lover.

Fred sat on his heels in front of Deacy’s outstretched firm body.

“Playing with Roger got you hot for me, Love?”

“That. Was. Really. Hot….Fuck me, Freddie,” Deacy replied breathlessly.

Freddie stood on his knees and applied lube to his fingers and brought Deacy’s legs around his waist. He fingered Deacy and then entered him slowly, causing him to gasp. Roger stroked himself watching the action. Fred and John rocked together gracefully, loving so warm, moving so right (3). They were well practiced.

“’I’m close,” John panted.

“You’re taking me so well, Darling. I want to feel you come.” Fred cooed, and John climaxed, “ohhhh, Freddie, Oh, God, I love you.” “And, I love you too, Deacy.” Fred said, as he picked up the pace slightly and came urgently, with a moan. They eased their movements and Fred slipped out of John, kissing him passionately on the lips and down his neck.

“Come here.” Fred gestured to Roger and he kissed him gently. They all cleaned up and then stretched under the covers, Freddie in the middle spooning Deacy with his arms around him, Roger behind Freddie, holding him, all of them satisfied.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door connecting the two adjoining suites. “Hey, Fred, you in there? Where the hell is everyone?” Brian jimmied the door and it opened. He walked in and saw the three boys lounging in the bed, holding each other, their glistening naked bodies poking out from the sheet, clothes and robes strewn on the floor.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Brian said with a tight grin. “You boys had a party and didn’t think to invite me? You know how hurt that makes me feel?” Brian fixed a pout on his lips, trying to cover a smile. “I think you boys need to make it up to me. Brian came over to the bed and sat down. Looking around, he thought his scene was surprising in a way, but he figured it was bound to happen at some point.

“Oh, crap,” Freddie mumbled, stifling a laugh. The other boys giggled nervously. “Fasten your seat belts, boys, Brian’s going to teach us a lesson, but good.”

“Hardly,” Brian said, softening his tone. “Well… not tonight, anyway,” he said with a gleam in his eye. He became suddenly sullen; his joking stopped. He swallowed and glanced at the boys, and then looked down.

“Brian, Darling, what’s wrong??” Freddie asked with concern.

“I wanted to joke with you, but you know, truth be told, I really AM a little hurt.” He shook his head flustered. “It’s just, well, I guess I feel a little jealous that you all… had each other…so intimately.”

“Sorry Darling, it wasn’t intentional to leave you out, really. It just sort of happened.” Fred said sincerely. “Please forgive us, Brian. “Oh how strong can you be with matters of the heart? Life is much too short to while away with tears.” (4)

“You can join next time!” Roger crowed enthusiastically.

“Alright then,” Brian chuckled softly. “I certainly will!” Suddenly, he crawled up the bed, leaned his long body over the three spooning boys and started to tickle and kiss them, and they all dissolved into laughter.

SONG NOTES

(1) You Don’t Bring me Flowers, Neil Diamond and Barbra Streisand

(2) He’s so Fine, The Chiffons

(3) Somewhere in the Night, Barry Manilow

(4) Jealousy, Queen

#queen fan fic #poly!queen 2019 #bohemian rhapsody #borhemian rhapsody fan fiction #borhap fanfic #borhap fic #queen fanfiction #queen smut #smut #fan fic writing #freddie mercury.#brian may #roger taylor #john deacon

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johndykeon · 5 years

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hey look! it’s my contribution to poly!queen week! i chose the prompt “brian is stressed over a deadline and the boys help him relax” with brian/roger/john. thank you @jessahmewren and @tikiniki for organizing this, it was really fun! :)

“Jesus christ Brian,” Roger snaps. “Would you quit it? You’re shaking the bloody whole room.”

Brian starts, looking up at him with wide eyes. He immediately stops bouncing his leg. The kitchen table stops shaking.

“Sorry.”

Roger rolls his eyes, leaning over his textbook again. Beside him, John glances up at Brian.

Brian is an anxious mess, to put it kindly. He’s hunched over a pile of papers on the kitchen table, writing furiously, stacks of printed research papers and journal articles spread around him. He’s got pages and pages of loose leaf in front of him, each one filled with his scrawled writing, and John watches his eyes scan quickly over the page before he furiously scratches out a sentence and starts writing in a new one. John can feel the tension rolling off of him in waves, he can see it in the tightness of his shoulders and in the darker-than-usual circles under his eyes. And he’s pale— too pale for John’s liking— and John racks his brain trying to remember the last time he’d seen Brian eat. He watches Brian lean back a little in his seat, eyes quickly scanning the page, the eraser end of his pencil between his teeth.

“Brian,” John says quietly.

Brian hums.

“You know you’re gonna be fine right?” John watches him carefully. “Your paper’s not due for another week.”

“Six days,” Brian corrects him distractedly, not even bothering to look up, scribbling something in the margin of the page.

John sighs and chooses to ignore whatever Roger is muttering under his breath. After a few seconds pass in which Brian doesn’t so much as look at him, John shakes his head and turns his attention back to his textbook.

It’s quiet then, the only sounds in the kitchen being the hum of the refrigerator and the scratch of pencils on paper. It’s calm, apart from the tension John thinks he could probably cut with a knife, and after a few minutes he finds himself relaxing a little, finally getting back into his study groove.

Suddenly, the table starts shaking again.

“Jesus Brian,” Roger almost shouts, slamming his textbook closed with a loud thud.

Brian starts, looking up at him wide-eyed, his mouth falling open.

There’s a loud scrape as Roger pushes his chair back from the table. He doesn’t look at either of them as he quickly stacks his notes and gathers them in his arms along with his textbook, before storming out of the kitchen and into the bedroom.

Brian looks at John, eyes still wide and startled and a little hurt, and John just sighs, slowly pushing back his own chair.

“That was a bit of an overreaction,” he mutters, and Brian laughs in agreement, a little awkwardly. John stand up and begins to gather his things. “I’m gonna leave you alone to focus yeah?”

Brian nods up at him, a small, tense sort of smile tugging at his lips. “Thank you,” he says softly.

John returns his smile, picking up his armful of books, squeezing Brian’s shoulder and dropping a kiss to the top of his head as he walks past him and into the bedroom.

Roger is lying on the bed on his stomach reading his textbook, and he looks up when he hears the door open. John sighs when he sees him. He shuts the bedroom door.

“That was rude,” he says, setting his books down on the desk with a thud, and Roger grimaces.

“I know.”

“He’s stressed Rog— you know how anxious he gets about these things.” Roger looks away from him, guilty. “You need to apologize later,” John tells him pointedly, and Roger nods.

John takes a seat at the desk and opens his textbook again, starting up where he left off.

It is easier like this, he has to admit. Roger isn’t always a great study partner— he can be almost ridiculously distracting when he wants to (and when he doesn’t want to)— but for now he’s quiet, silently flipping through the pages of his Microbiology textbook and scrawling notes in the margins, and John finds it easy to slip back into focus.

A few hours pass like that, and John is bleary-eyed when he finally sighs and folds the corner of his textbook, shutting it heavily. Roger, having given up on studying at least an hour before, looks up from where he’s hanging off the edge of the bed, a cigarette dangling from his lips.

“Done?”

John scrubs his eyes, nodding. He blinks and looks around the room. “Whats the time?”

Roger checks his watch. “Coming up on two.”

John frowns. “Brian’s still going at it?”

“Guess so,” Roger sighs, finally sitting up properly. “I’ll go tell him to come to bed.”

The bedroom door creaks loudly when Roger opens it, but Brian doesn’t look up. In fact, it doesn’t look like he’s moved since they’d left him; he’s still hunched over the table, his back to Roger, pouring over his papers and scribbling notes.

Roger’s chest aches a little and he walks up to him slowly, the floorboards squeaking under his weight. Brian starts when Roger puts a hand on his shoulder. He glances up, relaxing once he sees who it is.

“Hey,” he says, turning his attention back to his work.

“Hey,” Roger says back, smoothing a hand along Brian’s back and leaning down to hug him from behind. He hooks his chin over Brian’s shoulder, the fabric of Brian’s jumper soft against his skin. “Sorry for being a prick earlier,” he mumbles. He turns his head to the side, pressing a kiss to Brian’s cheek.

Brian shrugs. “S’okay.”

Roger squeezes him a little tighter, humming as he buries his face in his curls. Brian’s attention is still on his paper, his arm moving as he forcefully scratches out a word. Roger frowns.

“That’s enough for tonight love,” he says gently. “It’s almost two.”

Brian shakes his head. “You guys go on. I’m gonna keep going for a bit I think.”

Roger sighs. “You got a ton of work done tonight Bri. You can get back at it in the morning, yeah? Come on to bed with us.”

Brian shakes his head again. “Roger, I really can’t—”

“Brian.” John’s voice interrupts him, soft but firm, and Brian turns back to see him standing in the doorway of the bedroom. “Come to bed.” His tone leaves no room for argument, and when he doesn’t back down after a moment, Brian sighs.

“Fine,” he mutters.

Roger smiles, kissing his cheek once more before letting go of him so he can tidy his things.

They give him a moment to get ready for bed on his own— they let him have the bathroom without putting up a fight, and they don’t even complain when he takes a full five minutes to brush his teeth. Roger is next, and then John, and when John finally flicks off the bathroom light and makes his way down the hallway back to the bedroom, he pauses in the doorway.

Brian is sitting on the edge of the bed, still in his day clothes, all tense shoulders and white knuckles gripping the edge of the mattress. He’s staring off into space, a crease between his eyebrows, and he doesn’t notice John come in, lost in whatever is going on inside his head.

Roger is standing by the door, rifling through the top drawer of the dresser looking for something, and he glances up when he sees John in the doorway. John gives him a look, nodding toward Brian, and Roger turns back to look at him. He frowns. He walks over to him slowly, carefully sitting beside him on the edge of the bed, but Brian doesn’t seem to notice him. Roger shoots John a worried look.

John’s frown deepens. He walks up to Brian cautiously, standing in front of him.

“Bri?” It’s said softly but Brian still starts, wide eyes snapping up to John, like John had broken him out of some sort of trance. “You alright?”

Brian nods, swallowing. “Yeah, fine,” he says. Judging by his grimace, it doesn’t sound convincing even to his own ears.

John smiles at him, soft and a little exasperated. He rests his hands on Brian’s shoulders, smoothing them gently down his arms. “You need to relax, love,” he whispers.

Brian swallows again, thick, and he can’t tear his eyes away as John searches his face. And then, slowly, John leans down to kiss him, so gently, a warm hand coming up to hold his jaw.

Brian is still tense against him, white-knuckling the edge of the mattress, kissing him back half-heartedly, distractedly. John hums and angles him to kiss him deeper, more firmly, and after a moment Brian sighs against his lips, his cold hand coming up to cup John’s neck, tentative.

Beside him, Roger smooths a hand up and down Brian’s back, rubbing circles between his shoulder blades, trying to ease some of the tension from his aching muscles. He leans in, gently pressing his lips to the exposed skin of Brian’s neck, just below his ear. Brian gasps into John’s mouth, and John takes the opportunity to slip his tongue inside and taste. Roger mouths up the column of Brian’s throat, nips at the spot near the corner of his jaw, and Brian whines— quiet, but definitely there.

John pulls back, slowly, hand still cupping Brian’s jaw, thumbing over his cheekbone. “Okay?” he asks. His voice is soft and gentle, but there’s something promising, something heated just below the surface that makes Brian’s stomach flip.

“I don’t…” he breaks off, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. “If I’m not working I should probably be sleeping… I mean I don’t really have the time to waste—”

“Bri,” Roger interrupts him, hand still warm on the small of his back, and Brian’s head snaps over to look at him. “You need to relax,” he whispers, before he curls a hand around the back of Brian’s neck to pull him in and kiss him firmly. Unlike with John, Brian kisses him back immediately, his resolve beginning to crumble. He sighs into the kiss, lips moving against Roger’s slowly, and he can feel some of the tension starting to melt away.

Roger pulls back, and when Brian opens his eyes to look at him his pupils are blown. He’s beautiful like that, Roger thinks; with his dark eyes and his red, spit-slick lips. Roger gives him a soft smile. “Let us help you relax, yeah?”

Brian chews on his bottom lip, but after a moment, he nods. “Okay.”

Roger grins, searching his eyes. “Yeah?” he asks.

Brian smiles at him, small and tense but real. He leans forward to kiss Roger again, chaste. “Yeah.”

Roger glances at John, who smiles and bends to kiss Brian too, just quickly. “Lie down on the bed for us darling,” John whispers.

Roger moves out of the way and lets Brian shift back to settle in the middle of the bed, a slight blush on his cheeks. They’ve been together for a few years now, the three of them, and Brian still manages to feel embarrassed whenever he’s the center of attention like this— even now, when he’s still fully clothed. It fills Roger’s chest with something warm and fond.

Roger climbs over him, a little less than gracefully, collapsing beside him, and he hears John snort from across the room. Roger raises a hand to flip him off at the same time he pulls Brian into a kiss, and when he hears John’s giggle he smiles against Brian’s lips. He kisses Brian more firmly and Brian kisses him back so sweetly, so eagerly, so very Brian, and when Roger bites down gently on his bottom lip Brian opens for him without a second thought.

He’s still tense, a little stiff against him, and he jumps when he feels John’s hands on his legs. His eyes fly open as he breaks the kiss to look down at John with wide eyes, John gently pushing his legs apart so he can kneel between them on the bed. Brian’s cheeks colour a little pink when he realizes it’s just John, and he glances back at Roger, a little guilty. Roger smiles at him, carefully pushing Brian’s hair back out of his face. Brian looks back at him, doe-eyed.

“Relax,” Roger murmurs, catching his lips again, while John sets to work slowly undressing him.

John works Brian’s jeans off first, then his shirt, and Brian whines softly when he has to stop kissing Roger for long enough for them to pull his shirt over his head. John takes his sweet time, kissing over every inch of skin as he exposes it, wet and open-mouthed, down his chest and his stomach and his thighs and then over the soft skin just above the waistband of his underwear.

Brian is getting impatient, now, back arching just ever so slightly as he keens into Roger’s mouth, a hand tangled in Roger’s hair to keep him close. When John moves down, mouthing over the outline of Brian’s cock through his underwear, Brian jerks, gasping, his eyes flying open in surprise. Roger shushes him gently, laying a placating hand on his chest.

“Shh baby boy,” Roger whispers. “We’ve got you. We’re gonna take such good care of you honey.”

Brian’s eyes flick over to him, and after a second he nods, a little breathlessly. He gives Roger a small, embarrassed smile, his cheeks pink, lips red and spit-slick. Roger smiles back, reassuring, and leans in to kiss him again.

John hums, his mouth warm on Brian’s cock through the fabric of his boxers. He hooks his fingers in the waistband and Brian lifts his hips to let him pull them down and off, leaving Brian laid out for them on the bed, naked and pale against their light sheets. He’s all long legs and sharp angles but there’s something undeniably soft about him, something vulnerable and delicate about the pink flush creeping down his chest and arch of his back when Roger shifts to get a better angle, kissing him deep and filthy.

God but what a sight the two of them make— making out on the bed like horny teenagers, Brian’s long fingers tangled in Roger’s hair, tightening when Roger pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Brian is getting impatient now, and he rucks Roger’s shirt up his stomach with his free hand until Roger gets the hint, tugging it over his head and then letting Brian pull him into a kiss that has their tongues meeting first. It’s so fucking dirty and it makes heat low pool in John’s stomach, bright and red-hot.

Brian’s only half-hard when John wraps a hand around him, but it doesn’t take long once he sucks the head into his mouth, sinks down and sucks, before Brian is straining, hot and heavy on his tongue.

Roger moves on down to Brian’s neck, pressing his lips to his throat and sucking marks into his skin, and the fucking sounds Brian is making have John moaning around his cock— all soft sighs and whines coaxed from the back of his throat— and John has to reach down and give his own cock a quick squeeze before he goes insane. Brian’s hand settles in John’s hair— not pulling, his fingers slowly stroking through the soft waves, and John looks up at him from beneath his eyelashes as Brian gathers his hair in his hand, lifting it out of his face to watch with half-lidded eyes as John slowly bobs his head, lips stretched wide around his cock.

It’s after John feels the first dull twinges of pain in his jaw that he slowly pulls off, pressing a kiss to the head of Brian’s cock before he curls a hand around him instead, stroking him slowly. Roger lifts his head from Brian’s neck when he hears Brian’s soft whine, Brian’s pale skin now littered with red and purpling marks.

“Bri,” John says softly, and Brian’s eyes flick down to him. “What do you want sweetheart?”

Brian doesn’t answer him right away, worrying his bottom lip as he looks from John to Roger and back to John.

“Honey?” Roger prompts him gently, and Brian’s eyes flick back up to him.

“Rog...” he says finally, thin and breathy. “Can you… will you fuck me?” It comes out quiet, and Brian swallows hard, cheeks flushed red.

A smile tugs at the corners of John’s lips because christ if Brian isn’t the sweetest thing he’s ever seen. It’s been years since they’d first gotten together, but somehow Brian still manages to feel shy and embarrassed every time he asks for them— as if he doesn’t know that John and Roger both would give him every star in the sky if they could.

John squeezes Brian’s thigh, reassuring. “I think that can be arranged,” he hums. “Right Rog?”

Roger presses another kiss to the corner of Brian’s mouth, pulling back just out of reach when Brian chases it. “Of course baby,” he says softly, thumbing over his jaw. “Deaky, you wanna get him ready for me?”

A sound somewhere between a moan and a whine spills from Brian’s lips, and John grins, already raising himself to his knees between Brian’s legs, reaching toward the bedside table for the lube. “God, yes.”

Roger chuckles at his eagerness but John doesn’t feel the least bit embarrassed— Brian, laid out like this for them, so pliant and willing, never fails to make his head spin and his trousers uncomfortably tight. He glances up and sees Roger kicking off his trousers and so he does the same, undressing in record time, and when John knees back down on the bed Brian can’t tear his eyes away from his cock, rock hard and bobbing between his legs. John curls a hand around himself, stroking himself lazily, moaning softly at the relief of finally getting some sort of stimulation. Brian is still watching him with dark eyes and parted lips, and John smirks.

“Like what you see Bri?”

Brian’s eyes snap up to his face, wide, and he blushes, guilty. John just shakes his head, smiling fondly at him and squeezing his knee reassuringly to let him know it’s okay, before settling between his open legs. Roger is lying next to Brian, pressed up against his side, and he whispers something in his ear that makes him whimper, his lashes fluttering.

There’s a click as John uncaps the lube, pouring out a generous amount to slick his fingers, before he tosses the bottle on the bed beside him, using his clean hand to spread Brian’s legs a little further.

“Ready?”

“Mhm.”

The second John presses a finger against his hole, Brian tenses up again.

John frowns. Roger must have felt it too, because he reaches down and wraps his hand loosely around Brian’s cock, stroking him slowly in an effort to distract him. John watches Brian’s face carefully, gently teasing his finger around his opening, before trying to push inside. Brian whimpers quietly. He’s tight like a vice, every muscle in his body tense and strung taught. John adds more lube and tries again, grimacing, pressing in as much as he can, slow and even, but he can barely get the one finger inside him.

He’s in his head again— John can tell from the way he’s gone quiet, from the crease between his eyebrows, his eyes squeezed shut. Roger is still stroking him slowly, no real intent apart from distracting him from the pinch and from whatever the hell is going on inside his head, talking to him softly in that calm, soothing voice. It doesn’t seem to be doing anything to ease the tension, and Roger glances at John, frowning.

As gently as he can, John pulls his finger free. “Turn over for me love,” he tells him. “Hands and knees.” When Brian looks confused, he adds, “Wanna eat you out sweetheart.”

Brian’s breath catches in his throat. He nods, scrambling to turn over and raise himself onto his hands and knees. A moment later, John is kneeling behind him on the bed, gently spreading his cheeks, his breath is hot against his opening. Brian’s face is burning. Roger knows he’s embarrassed, feeling exposed and vulnerable like he does whenever he gets in his head like this, and he smooths a comforting hand down Brian’s back, pressing kisses to his shoulder.

“You’re so fucking pretty Brian,” he whispers, and he doesn’t miss the soft whine it coaxes from Brian’s throat. “You have no idea how good you look like this darling. So perfect for us.”

John doesn’t waste any time, and he leans in, dragging the flat of his tongue over Brian’s opening. Brian whines, jerking forward, clenching around nothing, and John smirks, before he does it again. Brian buries his face in his arm, moaning high and breathy.

His arms are shaking already, head dropped between his shoulders as John licks over his hole, pressing his tongue against his opening, and John feels like he’s drunk off Brian’s breathless gasps and moans. He slicks his finger and tries again. This time it slides in easily, no resistance, Brian finally pliant and relaxed under him.

It’s so much easier then, Brian opening up so nicely for him, and before long John is pressing a second finger in beside the first. He twists them, scissoring them gently, before he leans in again and licks, tongue pressing inside. Brian cries out, back arching, jerking his hips back. John smirks, curling his fingers and pressing them against Brian’s prostate at the same time he leans back in to lap at his hole between his fingers, and Brian shouts so loudly John is sure the neighbors can hear.

He’s scissoring his fingers, twisting them, getting ready to give him a third, when he feels the bed dip behind him. Roger’s breath fans over his shoulder and then suddenly there are slick fingers pressing against his own entrance.

John gasps, his grip on Brian’s hip tightening, his own fingers going still inside Brian. When Brian looks back over his shoulder and sees them he moans, low and wrecked, dropping his head back between his shoulders. John draws in a shaky breath, lashes fluttering as Roger slowly presses a finger inside.

“Keep opening him up,” Roger tells him quietly, twisting his finger and quickly deciding that John can take another. John sighs at the stretch when Roger presses in again. He shakes his head a little, trying to clear the fog, and tries to focus again on moving his fingers inside Brian.

Brian whimpers when John starts to move again, his hands tightening in the sheets. John fucks him open on his fingers as carefully as he can, scissoring them inside him, before licking over Brian’s hole between his fingers, his tongue fucking inside at the same time his fingers press against his prostate, and Brian jolts violently, crying out hoarse and wrecked. John can’t stop moaning against him at the feeling of Roger’s fingers inside him, so thick, stretching him so well, and the vibrations make Brian shake so much that his arms give out and he falls, face down on the sheets.

John’s fingers suddenly slip out, but Brian doesn’t even have time to whimper at the loss because then John is spreading his cheeks with both hands before he closes his lips around his hole and sucks. Brian jerks sharply, tossing his head, a long, drawn out moan leaves his lips. John points his tongue and fucks in as far as he can reach, and his mouth is so fucking hot and wet, the noises he’s making so fucking sinful, that Brian doesn’t even realize he’s begging until he hears John chuckle breathlessly.

“Listen to you Brian,” John groans, breathless, trying to swallows his own moans as Roger’s fingers move inside him. “So fucking desperate for his cock aren’t you? Just begging to be fucked.” He pushes three fingers back inside him, curling them against his prostate, and Brian sees white for a second. He nods frantically, shamelessly, and he doesn’t care how desperate and needy he seems as long as it means he can get Roger’s cock inside him as fast as humanly possible.

“Please,” he gasps, “please, I want it so much, fuck, I just fucking need it— please Roger, John, shit—” He cuts off with a loud whine when John’s tongue fucks into him again, licking between his fingers as deep as he can, and Brian feels like he’s fraying at the edges. “Please,” he whimpers, “please please please, I need it, please—”

A moment later, John’s fingers are slipping out. The whimper Brian lets out is loud and embarrassing, his hole clenching around the sudden emptiness, but then John shifts out of the way and suddenly Roger is behind him, a calloused hand squeezing Brian’s hip before three of his own fingers press inside Brian, making sure he’s ready. The pads of Roger’s fingers rub against his prostate and Brian shudders, jerking his hips back.

“Did such a good job Deaky,” Roger praises, pulling his fingers free, and John moans softly somewhere to Brian’s right. “He’s stretched so nicely baby, so open and wet for me.”

“Roger,” Brian whines, and Roger chuckles.

“So fucking eager Brimi,” he croons, a little breathless. “So desperate for my cock, hm?” His hands smooth over Brian’s hips, squeezing, and Brian can’t do anything but whine, rocking back. John soothes a comforting hand down his sweaty back and Brian shudders, arches into it.

“On your back baby,” Roger says finally. “Wanna see the pretty faces you make when I’m buried inside you.”

Someone moans, and Brian can’t tell for the life of him whether it was him or John. He rolls onto his back, plaint and willing, like putty in their hands. John taps his hip, and Brian lifts them up off the bed so John can shove a pillow underneath him.

Roger strokes himself slowly, slicking his cock, and his dark eyes rake over Brian’s body. His free hand goes to Brian’s thigh, gently spreading his legs wider. Brian is biting hard on his bottom lip, looking up at Roger with desperate eyes, and when the blunt head of Roger’s cock finally brushes against his hole, Brian whines so loudly it almost hurts, pushing his hips down, desperate to get him inside. He knows he isn’t being good— any other night that probably would’ve earned him a punishment— but John and Roger are being so good to him, going easy on him, and all Roger does is give him a breathless smile, lining himself up and then settling over him before he’s finally sliding in, slow and measured.

The moan Brian lets out is long and drawn out, his head tipping back on the pillow. His hands twist desperately in the sheets before they fly to Roger’s back, clinging to him desperately, his fingernails digging into Roger’s shoulders as Roger buries his face in the crook of his neck. Roger groans when he bottoms out, a low, filthy sound that makes Brian’s dick twitch against his stomach. He tips his head toward John and whines until John leans in and kisses the sounds from his mouth.

It’s only a moment later that Brian is pushing his hips back, telling Roger to move, and Roger pulls his head back just enough to see Brian’s face when he slowly pulls out most of the way and then fucks back into him, hard. Brian’s moan is high-pitched and broken and it makes Roger shudder, John cursing under his breath beside him— christ but Brian is loud.

Roger finds a rhythm thats fast and hard and exactly what Brian needs. He sits back on his knees, gripping Brian’s hips so tight it’s probably bruising to pull him down onto his cock with each thrust. Brian gasps at the new angle, his mouth falling open as he moans Roger’s name shamelessly, his hands twisting in the sheets above his head. Brian feels like he’s getting lost in it, in how good it feels; he can’t think about anything other than how well he’s being fucked, how perfectly Roger fills him up and nails his prostate with every thrust.

When Roger suddenly stops a minute later, Brian almost sobs. The whine he lets out is embarrassingly loud and needy and he throws an arm over his face, arching his back to try to fuck down onto Roger’s cock, but Roger’s firm grip on his hips won’t let him move. Then there’s movement above him, skin brushing his waist, and Brian forces his eyes open to see John, now on top of him, a knee on either side of his stomach, grinning down at him breathlessly as he reaches behind himself and wraps a slick hand around Brian’s cock.

“Oh fuck,” Brian chokes, tossing his head, “jesus shit John—”

“You’re being so good for us baby,” John says, breathy. Roger’s mouth is on his neck, sucking at the spot just below his ear, and John sighs, baring his neck for him. He strokes Brian slowly, slicking him up, looking down at him with half-lidded eyes, and the grin he gives him is as wicked as Brian’s ever seen it. Then— finally— he’s lining himself up and slowly, so slowly, starting to sink down.

Brian’s chest is heaving, hands flying from desperately gripping the sheets to the pillow under his head to John’s thighs. John is tight as anything around him— tight and searingly hot— and he’s breathing heavily when he finally bottoms out, looking down at Brian breathlessly as he shifts his hips. Roger has a hand on John’s waist, bracing him, his mouth still on John’s neck, alternating between wet kisses and gentle nips that leave John sighing, his eyes fluttering closed for a second.

It’s taking everything in Brian not to fuck his hips up— to stay still and let them have their way with him— but neither of them seem to want to fucking move and Brian feels like he’s going insane. He doesn’t notice that he’s whining, thin and needy, until John is running a soothing hand down his side, squeezing his waist.

“Shh,” John croons in that gentle, breathy voice, “come on now honey. That’s it. Let us take care of you, yeah? We’re gonna make you feel so good baby boy.”

Brian whimpers, a high-pitched, breathy sort of thing, and nods quickly. “Please,” he moans, “please sirs I want it so bad, I need it, need to feel you, need you to fuck me, god please fuck me—”

He knows he’s blabbering but he can’t bring himself to care when John is finally rocking up, slowly, and then sinking back down on his cock. Brian moans, long and broken, head thrown back and knuckles white where he grips John’s thighs.

John sets a steady rhythm, riding him slow but so fucking hard and thorough and Brian is dizzy. It’s a moment later that Roger starts to fuck him again, not all that fast, but hard and deep. He’s got fucking impeccable timing— they both do, the fucking rhythm section of the band, never missed a single beat in their bloody lives— and he’s purposely thrusting out of time with John, creating an endless fucking feedback loop of pleasure, and Brian feels like he can’t quite take in enough air.

When he forces his eyes to open, blinks through the haze and the dim lamplight, he can see them both moving above him, and he has to focus hard on not coming at the sight of them. John looks like a fucking renaisance painting, all pale skin and long hair draped over his shoulders and sticking to his forehead. His head is tipped back onto Roger’s shoulder, lips parted and eyes closed as he focusing on riding Brian so fucking well, rolling his hips, all tight slick heat around his cock. John isn’t usually loud, not like Brian is— and neither of them even come close to matching Roger on the rare occasions that he bottoms— but now, every time he drops back down on Roger’s cock he’s letting out these harsh breaths, thin moans that sound like they’re being punched out of him, and Brian could probably come from the sound of him alone, he thinks. Roger is pressed to John’s back, his face buried in the crook of his neck, grunting and groaning against his sweaty skin every time he fucks into Brian. He has a hand on one of Brian’s thighs and the other on John’s waist, steadying him, and the angle isn’t great but he’s still filling Brian up so well it leaves him breathless, still managing to brush his prostate with every few thrusts, making his toes curl, pulling desperate moans from his throat. It’s almost overwhelming— he’s lightheaded with how fucking good it feels, and he thinks, a little deliriously, that he must be so good, to deserve this, to deserve John and Roger taking care of him so well and making him feel so good.

He’s being loud, he knows it, he can feel in the rawness of his throat and he can hear it, distantly, in the hoarseness of the moans that are torn from the back of his throat, the gasps of their names. He can already feel the heat building tight, low in his stomach, licking up his spine.

“John,” he whines, needy and desperate. “Oh, fuck, John, Rog, I— oh god—”

John forces his eyes open, grinning down at him breathlessly. “Does it feel good sweetheart?” he pants, biting out a curse when he drops back down on Brian’s cock.

Brian nods frantially. “Yes, god yes, I’m— fuck—”

“You look so fucking pretty like this Bri.” Roger’s voice is low and raspy. “Taking it so well, aren’t you? Being so good for us baby boy, god you feel fucking incredible— always so fucking tight Brian, ‘s like you were made to take my cock.”

Brian sobs, broken, his eyes squeezed shut and his chest heaving, throwing an arm across his face as he focuses on not coming.

“So beautiful honey,” John tells him, breathy. “So perfect for us. Our perfect boy, taking it— ah— taking it so well for us. Shit Brian, you fill me up so well baby, christ, you’re so fucking big, stretching me out so well, making me feel so full—”

“John,” Brian gasps, hands desperately gripping his own hair. “Roger, sirs, fuck,” he chokes, “I’m— I don’t know how— ah— how much longer I can last—”

John’s hand squeezes his waist, firm but gentle. “You’re so good for us darling, so perfect,” he croons, and Roger shoots him a breathless smile from behind John’s shoulder. “You can come whenever you need to sweetheart.”

Brian moans so loud it actually hurts, throwing his head to the side when Roger suddenly hits his prostate dead-on. Distantly, he hears Roger’s quiet breath of “close?” against John’s ear, and John’s breathy “uh huh” in response as he starts to ride Brian a little faster. Roger’s grip on John’s hip is tight, helping him lift up on Brian’s cock at the same time he’s fucking into Brian, and it’s all tight fucking heat and white-hot pleasure and it’s overwhelming, it’s too much, and Brian comes so hard he sees white, so hard it makes him dizzy, body strung taught, clenching around Roger.

Muffled, as if through water, he hears Roger curse. He manages to pry his eyes open just in time to see John furiously jerking himself off; in time to see Roger reach around and replace John’s hand with his own, his fist tight around John’s leaking cock until a moment later John goes still and clenches around Brian’s oversensitive cock, coming hard into Roger’s fist and up his own chest. He drops like a puppet with its strings cut, pressing his forehead to Brian’s heaving chest, catching his breath.

Roger had slowed his thrusts, kept them even and shallow as he fucked Brian through his orgasm, and he looks down at Brian now, flushed and desperate, eyes dark.

“Come on,” Brian croaks tightening his leg around Roger’s hip to pull him in. He uses the little energy he has left to lift a shaking hand up to rest in John’s hair, and John hums against his chest.

It doesn’t take Roger long at all then, fucking into him fast and shallow, both hands on Brian’s hips, chasing his orgasm until his rhythm starts to falter. It’s just this side of too much and the oversensitivity makes Brian whimper in the back of his throat, but he clenches purposely around Roger, shuddering at the curse that pulls from him.

“Come on,” he says again. “Wanna feel you.”

“Shit Bri,” Roger groans. “You want me to come inside you baby?”

Brian’s dick twitches valiantly at that, still inside John, and John makes a surprised little noise against Brian’s chest. Brian nods. “Please.”

It’s only a moment later that Roger comes, hips stuttering as he spills inside him with a gasp of what sounds like a mix of both of their names. Brian moan softly at the feeling of Roger’s cock twitching inside him, his warm come filling him up, and after a moment, Roger’s grip on his hips relaxes.

The room is filled with the sounds of them all catching their breath until, finally, John lifts his head from Brian’s chest. The smile he gives him is sleepy, warm and genuine and filled with so much love it takes Brian’s breath away. John kisses him, so gently, and Brian can barely bring himself to open his eyes when John pulls away.

“Do you want a plug baby?” John asks, voice soft.

It makes Brian’s stomach flip, and if he wasn’t so tired he could barely move his limbs he’s sure it would’ve gotten him hard again.

“Yes,” he says hoarsely.

John smile widens, sweet and gap-toothed, and he kisses him again before finally lifting himself off of Brian’s cock. He stretches his legs out for a second, making sure they can support him, before standing and going to their dresser, opening the bottom drawer. Brian’s eyes are so heavy, and he lets them close again, humming when he feels Roger’s warm hands smoothing over his waist and his hips, so gently.

He doesn’t bother to open them when he feels the bed dip beside him. John and Roger are talking, voices quiet and hushed, but they sound far away and Brian can’t quite make out what they’re saying. Roger is pulling out then, slowly, and Brian can’t hold back his whimper, pouting the slightest bit at the emptiness, his hole clenching, trying to keep Roger’s come inside him. Then someone’s fingers are scooping up what’s started to drip out, pushing it back in the best they can, and then the tip of the plug is brushing against him. Whoever it is eases it in gently, and Brian hums contentedly as it stretches him open again, keeps him full.

He must’ve fallen asleep for a minute, because the next thing he knows is a cool cloth against his skin, wiping over his chest and his stomach, between his legs. He pries his eyes open just enough to see Roger, sitting on the bed beside him, his movements slow and careful as he drags the cloth over his flushed skin. When he sees Brian looking, he smiles.

“Feeling okay?” he asks, voice soft and gentle.

Brian hums, blinking slowly. “So good,” he murmurs, a lazy sort of smile playing on his lips. His eyelids feel so heavy, and he has to fight to keep them open.

Roger beams at him. “Good,” he says, giving his hip a gentle squeeze. He tosses the damp cloth toward the clothes hamper.

A moment later, Brian gives in and lets his eyes drift shut again. It’s a few minutes later before the bed dips behind him, and then Roger is pressing himself against his back, throwing an arm over his waist, burying his nose in his hair, and Brian hums, content. The bedroom door creaks when John comes back from the bathroom, and then there’s a soft click as the lamp is turned off. John climbs in on Brian’s other side, pulling the comforter up over them all and sighing softly as he curls up into Brian’s chest. The pull of sleep is almost too strong to ignore now, and Brian feels boneless, well fucked, and better than he has in a long, long time.

“Thank you,” he mumbles into John’s hair, slow and slurred as the exhaustion sets into his bones.

He can feel Roger’s smile against his shoulder, and the arm over his waist squeezes tighter for a second. “We love you Brimi,” he murmurs.

John hums. “So much,” he adds.

Brian’s chest feels warm and fuzzy and he finally gives in to the pull of sleep, letting the darkness swallow him whole. He sleeps better than he has in weeks.

#finally!! she’s here!!#i know it’s way later than i said it would be and im very sorry #but it’s here!#brian is a subby babie in this so all u sub!bri fans out there....... this is 4 u #i also made a sexie little moodboard for this one so i hope u all enjoy that skjhdkjhjks #also i tried to add a read more to this but if it doesnt work for u on mobile i am Very sorry skdjhkfjsh #read it on ao3 if u can bc i cba to add the italics to this tumblr version skdhkj #poly!queen 2019 #poly queen week #poly queen #brian/roger/john #dealor #joger #maylor #breaky #sub!brian #my post #my fics

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