#I COMPLETELY HALF ASSED IT AND IT HAS 3K NOTES AND I’M SO MAD.

[shima-draws]

Me, practically in tears: PLEASE stop reblogging that one Zukka fanart I did in 2018. It looks absolutely awful and I’m sure I could do it much better now please stop put me out of my misery

#Shima speaks #I DON’T WANT PEOPLE TO RB IT BC I DON’T LIKE IT #I COMPLETELY HALF ASSED IT AND IT HAS 3K NOTES AND I’M SO MAD. #STOP!!!!

[hiuythn]

do u have any krbk fics that u can rec? any favorites of urs! ☺️

you’re in luck bc i just made a rec list for a friend so i have this ready for you

also i’ve got over 200 krbk bookmarks on ao3 so feel free to check that out if you finish this rec list.

all (except one) of these are completed. they're in no particular order. i tried to find ones that are less known, bc idk how much you've read but i'm assuming all the popular ones are familiar to you. happy reading! 💖💖💖

Inevitable - Legendaerie - 8k - mature CLASSIC 'bkg thinks they've been together and kiri thinks he's still pining' TROPE. it's INCOMPREHENSIBLE to me why this doesn't have more fucking kudos!!! why!!!

Tiny Truths - Quirk Archivist (OneHitWondersAnonymous) - 4k - teen bkg gets de-aged. kid him reveals sth to class 1a, more imptly, to KIRI, abt some ideas about what it means to open a hero agency together. it's super adorable!!

Punch My Mouth with Your Mouth - QuestCat44 - 4k - teen bkg spars with deku more bc OfA is acting up and he's the only one in the know. kiri gets jealous but he's so good-natured that his jealousy is only bc he misses sparring/spending time with bkg. BKG, on the other hand, is worried kiri is mad for different reasons asdkjfhasdhfa

all according to keikaku........... - carolinaa - 8k - teen the title should already tell you how good this is. I LOVE JEALOUSY FICS WHEN THEY'RE MORE FUNNY THAN ANGSTY AND THIS IS SO FUNNY. kiri gets tired of deku being a pussy around todo and decides to flirt with todo to get deku jealous enough to do sth about it. bkg and todo are both horrified for VERY different reasons DHADSKDFHJS

doll me up - shizuumi151 - 6k - gen kiri gets turned into a doll by a kid's quirk and no one knows. bkg still ends up caring for him :’)

These Words Are Ours - deviance - 2k - teen soulmate au but bkg figures who's going to say his words before it happens, and honestly that's kind of the point. he's not the type to fall in love at first sight. he MAKES the choice to love kiri and that, my friends, is my kind of soulmate au.

all good things need sunshine - shizuumi151 - 3k - teen FLORIST KIRI. BKG WANTS A BOUQUET THAT SAYS  'FUCK YOU'

Flour Power - WingSongHalo - 26k - teen KRBK HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF A BAG OF FLOUR AND PRETEND IT'S THEIR BABY

feedback loop - bigstupidjellyfish - 1k - teen PRO HERO BKG GETS THROWN BACK IN TIME FOR A BIT AND MEETS MIDDLE SCHOOL KIRI AND HE'S SO SOFT TO HIM ASDFHKASDFJ. i am a big fan of bkg being a fan of kiri. i can't get ENOUGH OF IT. can someone give me more fics like this

mixed signals - bigstupidjellyfish - 2k -teen a short 'what if' fic where kiri and bkg went to the same middle school. bkg's still an ass but kiri's still his equal it seems, and is just as good as handling him as ever

Trash Goblin Finds Love - wrunic - 4k - teen COFFEE SHOP AU. BARISTA   KIRI GETS SICK ONE TIME AND BKG MAKES HIM SOUP AND FORCES KIRI'S COWORKER TO DELIVER IT ASDJHFS

Dreaming of a White Mocha Christmas - let_me_wander - 8k - teen ANOTHER COFFEE SHOP AU.  BARISTA KIRI AND HIS FAV CUSTOMER ;) GET SNOWED IN  

Something Warm - let_me_wander - 15k - teen YES FOLKS IT'S A A A ANOTHER COFFEE SHOP FIC, THAT'S RIGHT!! BARISTA BKG THIS TIME. also kr is in a band and writes a song for bkg asdfhksjd

Kneel - deviance - 7k - explicit idk if you wanted explicit stuff but this is pretty light sub stuff, they're not even properly together at the beginning, and there isn’t sex til the end. i just liked how kiri is the only one bkg would rely on for sth this private, and it's more emotional than it is sexual?

Everyone Knows That Cats Are Independent - PurplePersnickety - 39k - teen YET. ANOTHER. COFFEE SHOP AU. but also?? daemons?? katsuki's got a lionness, and kiri has a...i'll let you find out. anyway they become closer and closer and closer and the flirting is so fucking excruciatingly obvious but cute and sdkjfhasdjs it's such a queer experience like 'is he...no he cant be...but what if he did like me - no that's not possible. but what if?' and they get so domestic sometimes i swear i'm about to puke from how cute it is. this is my fav coffee shop au ngl

Broken Bridges - DeathBelle - 68k - explicit plot fic!! krbk loses touch after gradutation. kiri comes back from korea and starts to work together with bkg, dealing with a series of murders and MAN the action is 👌 easy to follow but it hits all the beats, has that Flow. krbk being a power couple will never get old!!

Of Ghosts and other Inaccurate Things - chezka - 56k - gen pretty sure you've seen this one around but STILL. BKG FALLING FOR 'GHOST' KIRI IS BEST. this au really takes FULL COMPLETE advantage of the fact that krbk CANNOT TOUCH and the yearning practically astral-projected me back into the my past life when i was a dung beetle that got crushed under the foot of an elephant. it hurt, basically. but it hurt so good. JUST LET BKG HUG KIRI!!! happy ending ofc.

Catching Bees - MonocerosRex - 2k - teen bkg has to pay his classmates compliments. class 1a hijinks. the krbk in this is short but it made me squeal sdhfkakjl

i'm going to the forest to kick my own ass - WannabeMarySue - 5k - teen TODO PRANKS BKG BUT UNLUCKY FOR HIM BKG IS COMPETITIVE AND ACTUALLY LEARNS SOMETHING

Hair Care 101 - overlymetaromantic - 7k - gen ASDHFASDFHAJKS KIRI MEETS BKG'S MOM BY ACCIDENT AND GETS HAIR HELP AND THEY TALK ABOUT BKG AND IT'S SO. CUTE. AND THEN BKG DYES KR'S HAIR IN THE SECOND CHAPTER AND THEY'RE SO BLUSHY AND SWEET I CAN'T!!

Sometimes We Fall in the Dark - timetoboldlygo - 16k - teen BKG TAKING PHOTOS OF THINGS FOR THERAPY. YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT HOW YOU PHOTOGRAPH THINGS YOU TREASURE 👀👀👀

Corn Chip - smol_bird - 23k - teen I DONT FUCKIGN KNOW WHY THIS DOESN'T HAVE MORE KUDOS. IT'S LITERALLY SO GOOD. DEMON KIRI IS JOKINGLY SUMMONED BY BKG AND FRIENDS. THEY FALL IN LOVE. KIRI HAS TO LEAVE. BKG IS DETERMINED NOT TO LET THAT HAPPEN. HAPPY ENDING. WHAT ELSE COULD YOU ASK FOR

'cause i love you for infinity - multiclassmaps - 23k - teen SDHFADSJFASD DEMON AU AGAIN. THIS TIME IT'S KIRI THAT DOES THE SUMMONING. BUT WHY DOES BKG SEEM SO FAMILIAR??? WHAT CAN KIRI DO TO MAKE HIM STAY??

to the beat of your heart - drifting_i - 8k - gen BAND AU. KIRI WORKS AT A RESTAURANT AND SOMEHOW BEFRIENDS DRUMMER BKG AND BKG'S BAND CAN'T BELIEVE THAT KIRI GETS AWAY WITH HALF THE SHIT BKG ALLOWS HIM TO

Playing Favorites - vaporeon_ninja - 2k - gen AKSDJFHJADHFKA BKG GETS CALLED OUT ON HIS KIRI FAVOURITISM

(Not Quite) Proposal - imatrisarahtops - 783 - teen DRUNK BKG IS SAPPY WITH HIS BOYF

something worth remembering - bbuggs - 1k - teen DRUNK BKG AGAIN!!! THIS TIME HE DOESN'T REMEMBER KIRI IS HIS HUSBAND AND HE'S SO DISTRAUGHT ABOUT KIRI BEING TAKEN SDFJHSK

A Dragon's Hoard - chezka - 10k - teen kiri gets turned into a dragon bc of a quirk. LOVE HOW DRAGON KIRI STILL LIKES BKG BEST

Love Notes - PurplePersnickety - 5k - teen LOVE NOTES BKG LEAVES LOVE NOTES FOR KIRI IT'S SO SWEET

Define: Oblivious - PurplePersnickety - 45k - teen this is the second part to Love Notes, it's still updating BUT PLEASE CHECK IT OUT TOO BC KIRI DOES STH SO BADASS DURING PRACTICAL TRAINING I LOVE HIM I REREAD THIS NOW AND THEN JUST FOR HOW COOL HE IS IN THAT ONE CHAPTER. also the steady, careful way krbk define their relationship and bkg's demisexuality is so sweet, so good.

The Hard Easy - dirtbag - 4k - teen this one is pretty popular but i still gotta mention it bc. kissing lessons. KISSING LESSONS!!! i love how eagar bkg is askdfhks

Kitsune's Pride - kytrin, Mslead - 147k - explicit okay this was A DOOZY like i???? the plot???? the time travel and the oni and kitsune stuff???? bkg and kiri being badasses??? bkg wanting the best for kiri and angrily supporting him??? this was the first time i kept up to date with a fic when it was still updating and commenting every chapte,r i was so hooked. and ALSO like the authors have written SO MUCH more longfics like this like they have NOVELS and i REALLY rec you check them out like....bro idk how they do they have so much out already and i think and they're updating two more rn and i'm. their bitch tbh

Burden of Proof - kytrin, Mslead - 153k - explicit OK ONE MORE REC FOR THESE AUTHORS. burden of proof is so. so fcukign good. i have adhd and these guys have never one lost me even tho their fics are upwards of 60k. this fic has dragons, it has plot, it has growth and healing and found families and i WISH i could write sth this intricate.

Burger Kings - plantegg - 5k - teen stupid teenage boys being stupid. kiri blackmails bkg into going on a date asjdfhkdsjfakd

Worth a Thousand Words - awareoftheconcept - 43k - teen SDKJFHASKH THIS IS A GUILTY PLEASURE OF MINE I KNOW THE LACK OF COMMUNICATION TROPE IS OVERUSED BUT I CAN'T HELP FALL FOR ANGSTY KIRI AND OMG THE CONFRONTATION SCENE AT THE END IS SO. SO. SO MOVIE-ESQUE I HATE HOW LAME I AM. basically everyone thinks bkg is dating camie asdkjfhskd

Day 6: Fandom - PullingAllMighters, SweetBrew - 9k - mature bkg and kiri don't know each other until they're pro heros and only bc they start a competition to see who's better and they go to each other's signings undercover and develop crushes on each other and deku is an enABLER ASHAHAJFS

Scales Ain't The Same As Feathers - Julietwasanidiot - 2k - gen GOD THIS IS SO CUTE BABY BKG "FINDERS KEEPERS" A BABY DRAGON KIRI SKDHFHD but he thinks kiri is a chicken

Charades - orphan_account - 4k - teen this is just soft....game night....at one point bkg acts out a really romantic word for charades and he's EMBARRASSED SDJFHA. also kiri falls asleep on him and there's some hair stroking....soft...

Cranky-rishima - PurplePersnickety - 29k - teen kirishima is the one with nightmares in this one and he gets CRANKY and BKG has to be the one to reach out and i thought that was such a fresh reversal loved it

No Secrets to Success - kingdoms - 7k - teen THIS IS MY FAV!! MY ABSOLUTE FAV JUST BC I LOVE IT WHEN FICS MAKE PEOPLE GAPE IN AWE FROM HOW SOFT BKG IS WITH KIRI. also krbk forming their relationship outside of school in this au was so??? sweet??? it's just them hanging out together. ALSO KIRI IS SO GOOD AT POKING BKG'S BUTTONS ASJDFHASK

Built to Fall - bigstupidjellyfish - 68k - explicit pro heros fic. they had a bad breakup in third year and oh god the angst is QUALITY. DW THEY TOTALLY MAKE UP AND IT'S SO FCKN WORTH IT. bkg also got therapy so he’s a little more stable as an adult lol

A Name That You'll Remember - heronfem - 33k - mature bkg is a fail!villain. he fell in with the wrong crowd when he was younger. he doesn't actually do anything wrong. in fact, all of his 'crimes' are generally stopped by kiri and somehow all end up exposing corruption anyway, so he's actually helping. kids love bkg. he always makes sure they're safe before he robs a jewelry store or sth. somehow kiri ends up flirting with him in all their fights and bkg has no idea what to make of him. the public can't get enough of them

strawberry mango sweet - redriotinggg - 9k - teen it's just a really sweet smoothie shop au!!! it's good reliable fluff!! what else can you ask for!!

cultivating something so divine - redriotinggg - 10k - teen redriotinggg yet again, i love this au, it's vet!au and kiri is so good at loving animals that bkg hires him and they fall in love and it's also got some competency porn, as in krbk are hella good at their job like power couple ayy

Tension Reduction - acernor - 10k - explicit Kirishima is a massage therapist and Bakugo needs help relaxing.

Mistletoe? Mistletoe. - Tearsaresalty - 2k - teen class 1a keeps making bkg kiss kiri and neither of them really mind wow i wonder why 🙄

#sdfjakjsdfsk ok i hope this tides you over #kiribaku #fic rec #bnha #💖💖💖 #ask #Anonymous

[rushingheadlong]

The Fire You Ignite - A Maylor Smut Fic

Summary: Roger takes his time playing with Brian.

Wordcount: ~3k

Tags/Warnings: Maylor, sub!Brian, bondage, gags, temperature play, orgasm denial

Notes: So this is filth. Just pure filth, absolute PWP ahead here. Technically a fill for my DL Bingo card prompt “temperature play” but that’s just a happy coincidence, this was getting written regardless.

Roger takes his time tying Brian down. The restraints are nothing fancy, just their usual fleece-lined cuffs encircling each of Brian’s limbs and stretching him out spread-eagle on their bed, but Roger still checks one with care and precision. He snugs one of his ankle cuffs a little tighter and his eyes flick up to catch Brian’s as he asks, “That feel okay?”

It’s an innocent enough question but there’s a smirk teasing around the corner of Roger’s mouth and his eyes are wicked as he stares, pointedly, over Brian’s body. “Roger, please,” Brian begs, writhing against the restraints holding him down.

Brian’s cock bobs on his belly, already smearing precome over his skin. He’s been hard since Roger first pushed him down on the bed and worked him open, slowly, with his tongue and fingers until Brian was so close to coming - only to leave him hanging there, half-mad with desperation, and fit a cock ring around the base of Brian’s dick. The thick plug that Roger pushed inside him next made Brian moan and squirm around it, and even now as Brian shifts in his bonds he can feel it sitting heavy inside him.

“Patience, baby,” Roger teases. “We haven’t even gotten to the main act yet, or the surprise I have for you.”

“Surprise?”

Roger grins at him and hops off the bed. Brian tries to crane his neck to see what he’s doing but his movement is limited and he doesn’t see anything. Thankfully, Roger doesn’t leave him to wonder for long; it’s only a few seconds before Brian hears the familiar jingle of a buckle, and then Roger is back on the bed. He straddles Brian’s chest, his perfect ass just slightly too far away for Brian to rub his cock against it, and he holds up two gags for Brian to see.

“You’re going to choose one of these to wear to fill that mouth of yours,” Roger tells him, as Brian whines and bucks beneath him. “You always want something in your mouth. It doesn’t matter if it’s my cock or my fingers or a gag, you just want to be choking on something. So tonight, these are your options.”

One of the gags is a thick ball gag, guaranteed to make Brian’s jaw ache around it. The other is a smaller cock gag, not nearly as thick but just long enough to tickle the back of his throat and make him choke if he’s not careful. They’re both perfect but in such different ways, and the possibilities that either present are enough to make Brian’s head spin and his face flush hot with embarrassed arousal.

“C’mon, Brian, choose one…” Roger prompts after a few long moments.

Brian swallows and makes a split decision. “The- the cock gag.”

“Yeah?” Roger says as he smirks broadly at him. He tosses the ball gag aside and holds the other one over Brian’s face as he teases, “You want to be sucking and choking on this while I play with you, is that right?”

“Y-yes, yes, Roger, please,” Brian begs. His face is bright red but when Roger raises an eyebrow at him he doesn’t hesitate to open his mouth wide and let Roger slide the fake cock into his mouth and he lifts his head so Roger can buckle it up in the back. The cock presses down on his tongue and sits just at the back of Brian’s throat, not enough to choke him but certainly enough to make him gag and cough around it if he loses focuses.

And he knows just how good Roger is at making him lose focus.

“There. Perfect,” Roger says. He reaches up and places a silk scarf in Brian’s hand, and Brian grips it tightly. That’s his safeword for the evening, and he has no intention of letting go of it on accident.

Brian hears Roger inhale deeply, and then he grins down at Brian and Brian whines beneath the gag because he knows from that single look that Roger is ready to properly start their scene now.

He kisses along Brian’s jaw, his nose nudging the edges of the front panel of the gag as he goes. Brian tries to be good, he tries to hold still and focus on his breathing as Roger trails love bites and kisses down his neck, but then Roger licks over one of Brian’s nipples and he loses control. He groans and tries to throw his head back and arch his chest out towards Roger, but all he really succeeds in doing is pushing the cock slightly deeper into his throat. He gags and tries to push at the cock with his tongue, but the gag is buckled securely and there’s only so much he can move it in his mouth.

“Already struggling, baby?” Roger murmurs as he kisses at Brian’s pulse point while he teases at Brian’s nipples with his fingers. Brian squirms beneath him, his moans muffled by the gag. Roger switches to pinching at his nipples, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers and tugging at them until Brian is crying out around the cock filling his mouth.

Roger chuckles and climbs off of Brian to get the items he had set out earlier. Brian watches him out of the corner of his eye, breathing heavily around the gag and trying not to rock down on the thick plug inside him. Roger picks up the bowl of ice water first and Brian whimpers, even as his cock throbs in anticipation. Roger dunks his fingers into the bowl for a few seconds, before pulling his hand out and letting water drip onto Brian’s chest. Brian flinches with each icey drop that hits his skin, and when Roger trails his cold fingers and a wet ice cube directly up Brian’s side he whines and tries to squirm away from the cold.

“How’s that feel, Bri?” he asks as he returns to teasing at Brian’s nipples, only this time with the ice.

Brian’s answering moan gets cut off as he chokes around the gag again.

Roger laughs and grabs a second ice cube with his other hand, and starts to trail that one up Brian’s legs. Brian tries to brace himself for the feeling of ice on his cock, but Roger instead traces it around Brian’s hip bones and along the inside of his thighs, occasionally brushing against his balls but avoiding his cock completely. And then while Brian’s attention is divided, Roger leans down and takes Brian’s freezing nipple into his mouth.

The sudden warmth is such a contrast to the ice that had been there only moments before that it completely overwhelms Brian. He shouts, the sound muffled by the gag which he chokes on again as he writhes underneath Roger’s hot mouth and clever tongue. Roger moves the ice cube over to Brian’s other nipple and the hand that had been teasing at Brian’s inner thighs flicks a few drops of cold water onto Brian’s shaft. The freezing water stings as it lands on his cock, tiny dots of painful pleasure that leave Brian crying out and desperate for more.

Roger finally moves away from his chest with one last lick at his nipple, giving Brian a brief reprieve as he dips both of his hands back into the ice water for a few moments - hardly enough time for Brian to recover at all before there’s an ice-cold hand wrapped around his cock and another teasing at his slit with an ice cube. Brian shouts and thrashes beneath Roger, trying to beg even though he’s really only managing to splutter wordlessly around the gag - but he keeps the scarf clenched tightly in his hand, and he rocks into Roger’s touch as the ice cube is moved down to his thigh and moans with every slow stroke that Roger gives to his cock.

By the time Roger’s hand has warmed back up and the ice cube has melted into a thin sliver Brian is shaking beneath Roger, moaning and choking on the gag and pulling hard against every restraint. He’s lost in the sensations and the pleasure, and every touch of ice feels like a stinging slice along his skin. Brian knows that he would have come a dozen times over by now if only the cock ring was gone, and even with it still firmly in place Brian isn’t sure that he’s going to be able to stop himself from tipping over that edge.

“Take it easy, Brian, you’re doing so good for me,” Roger praises him as he dries his hands and pushes Brian’s hair out of his eyes. He’s smiling down at Brian, pleased and more than a little smug, and he kisses Brian’s temple. “We still have the candles to use, and then I’m going to fuck you. You can come whenever you want, baby, but if you do I’m still not stopping my plans unless you safeword. Understand?”

Brian nods, breathing hard and spluttering a little around the gag.

“Do you need this taken out?” Roger asks, tapping the front panel of the gag.

Brian whines and shakes his head.

Roger laughs at that. “No, of course you don’t. You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself without something in your mouth.” He leans down and kisses the panel as Brian whimpers, barely audible, beneath him. “Such a good boy for me, Brian.”

And then Roger steps away and Brian closes his eyes and tries to pull himself back together. His cock is throbbing and the wet trails still drying on his legs make him shiver and every time he shifts the plug moves and sends sparks of pleasure skittering down Brian’s spine. It’s too much, too overwhelming, skin prickling with sensitivity and anticipation - and then searing hot drops hit Brian’s chest and he chokes on a moan, his eyes flying open as he flails against his bonds, having been completely caught off-guard by Roger’s return.

Roger takes a moment to make sure that Brian hasn’t dropped the scarf but he doesn’t give him longer to recover than that. He moves the candle across Brian’s chest, dropping more hot wax across Brian’s pecs and down the center line of his stomach. Brian breathes harshly and tries to hold still so the wax doesn’t end up someplace it shouldn’t, but then Roger lets several large drops land on Brian’s nipple and Brian’s scream is cut off as the gag slips further back in his throat again.

Roger covers Brian’s other nipple in hot wax and then sets the first candle aside and picks up another. Brian knows what’s coming and he shakes his head, whining and pleading behind the gag - but Roger just grins at him and tips the candle over, letting the searing wax land across the inside of Brian’s thighs. Brian is crying now, tears starting to prick at the corner of his eyes as Roger lands stripe after stripe of wax along his legs. It hurts, it hurts but it feels amazing, a flash of heat that settles into a deep, lingering burn as the wax slowly cools and hardens on his skin. Roger had waited just long enough that his skin isn’t freezing from the ice anymore, but even the memory of those drops of coldness contrasted against the hot splashes of wax now is enough to make Brian’s mind go blank with pleasure.

“So good for me, Brian, god, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Roger praises.

Brian barely hears him over the scream that’s ripped from his throat as Roger lands a few drops of wax on Brian’s balls. He chokes and gasps and thrashes against his restraints, his whole body set alight by those few points of searing heat against such sensitive skin. Brian knows that if Roger drops any of the wax on his cock then he’ll come immediately, cock ring be damned, and he doesn’t know if he’s terrified of that possibility or desperate for it to happen.

The decision is out of his hands, though, and Roger sets the candle aside and doesn’t pick up another one. Instead he keeps murmuring praises as he unbuckles both of Brian’s ankle restraints and moves his legs up slowly and carefully to make sure they don’t cramp. Now that his lower half is free Brian tries to rub up against Roger as he groans beneath the gag, so desperate for any contact against his cock that he can barely think about anything except how badly he needs to come.

“Be patient, Brian, I’ll fuck you soon enough,” Roger promises with a low chuckle as he pushes Brian’s legs up further and reaches down to tug and tease at the base of the plug that’s still nestled inside Brian. Brian moans and rocks against the plug, fucking himself minutely against the thick toy, until Roger finally takes pity on him and pulls it out completely, only to replace it with two lube-slicked fingers a moment later.

Brian writhes against him and tries to beg around the gag as Roger slowly works a third finger inside him, twisting them and teasing along his walls and rim until Brian is crying and moaning wordlessly as he tries to fuck himself on Roger’s fingers.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Bri,” Roger praises as he pulls his fingers out. Brian lets out a small sob and Roger shushes him as he slicks his cock and lines it up at Brian’s entrance. He rubs the head of his cock along Brian’s rim and smirks down at Brian’s teary face. “Ready, baby?”

Brian nods desperately. He needs Roger inside him, he needs Roger fucking him and touching him until he finally, finally comes whether Roger takes that cock ring off first or not becaues he’s pretty sure he’s going to die if Roger keeps teasing him any longer-

Roger pushes inside with one deep, steady thrust. Brian moans and this time when he throws his head back he knows how to hold the cock at the top of his throat so it doesn’t choke him - at least not until Roger starts fucking him in earnest, and Brian’s focus is immediately thrown. Then he gags around the cock, choking and spluttering and moaning with every drag of Roger’s cock over his prostate.

“Fuck, Brian, you feel so good, you’re so fucking good, such a good boy…” Roger praises as Brian falls apart underneath him, crying and shaking and so close to coming that it hurts being kept at the edge like this.

Roger slows down and Brian whines and tries to rock against him to get him to speed up again. “Easy, Brian, hold still, I’m gonna get that cock ring off you,” Roger says, though even once he registers the words Brian can’t stop himself from trembling underneath Roger. Roger’s gentle touches on his cock as he removes the ring are almost enough to push Brian over the edge, but Roger keeps murmuring praises at him, telling him how good he’s being, how beautiful he looks like this, and somehow Brian just manages to keep himself from coming.

“God you’re so good for me, you’re perfect Brian, love you so much,” Roger says as he starts thrusting into Brian again. He slides his hands up Brian’s chest, nails catching the edges of the now-cooled wax and peeling it away from Brian’s skin and even that makes Brian cry out and squirm beneath him.

“You gonna come for me, Bri?” Roger asks. He flicks at the wax on Brian’s nipples and Brian chokes and moans. “C’mon, baby, want you come just like this, just from me fucking you and playing with your nipples-”

He drags his thumbs over Brian’s nipples, pushing the wax away, and Brian groans and comes underneath him. Roger immediately reaches down to stroke him through his orgasm and Brian cries out and thrashes at the nearly-painful touch on his oversensitive cock. Brian cries and tries to beg for him to stop through the gag but Roger ignores him - if he hears him at all - and keeps one hand on Brian’s cock as he thrusts into him a few more times before he comes as well.

Brian whimpers as Roger pulls out and he can barely lift his head up so that Roger can reach the buckle of the gag to undo it and pull it, carefully, out of Brian’s mouth. Brian moves his jaw and tongue, trying to work out some of the ache, as Roger quickly undoes the wrist restraints and gently moves Brian’s arms back down, making sure that the muscles don’t cramp.

Roger sits next to Brian on the bed, his legs bumping against Brian, and he gently starts to wipe Brian down with a damp cloth he had set aside earlier. Brian whimpers a little as Roger peels the hardened wax away; he shaved earlier so it doesn’t hurt, but it makes him feel overstimulated and not in a pleasant way.

“Sorry, sorry, but it has to come off,” Roger apologizes. “How do you feel? Does anything hurt?”

“No. Just a little sore, but a good sore,” Brian mumbles. That’s about the extent of his speaking abilities at the moment; his brain still isn’t back online after that orgasm, and what little cognitive ability he has is taken up with thoughts on how much he wants Roger to stop cleaning him up and just hold him.

“Good, I’m glad. You were wonderful, Brian, absolutely perfect,” Roger says as he quickly wipes down Brian’s chest. He kisses Brian gently, so chaste compared to his actions during the scene, and then asks, “Can you sit up? You need to drink something.”

Brian isn’t sure that he can, but Roger somehow manages to coax him upright and get him to drink some juice and eat a few crackers, before Brian lies back down and pulls Roger down next to him.

“I’m here, Bri, I’m not going anywhere,” Roger promises. Brian burrows close to his chest, sighing contentedly as Roger wraps his arms around him and holds him close. “You’re amazing, Brian. I love you.”

“Love you,” Brian murmurs back, as he relaxes into Roger’s touch and slowly drifts off to sleep.

#my fic #maylor #maylor fanfic #queen band fic #roger #brian #brian and roger #I had this scheduled to post in the morning but screw it have some smut tonight instead fajlsdakl

[deeperdark]

sólo conmigo

↳ joel pimentel 

about: joel has a bit more of a jealous streak than he’d like to admit

author’s note: thank you for 400 followers? that’s so crazy? also i guess this goes out to miss @peachyvinyl because i didn’t know your name was lara until after i finished this lol enjoy

warning: mature content [dom!joel, choking, daddy kink, light bondage, sex toy usage, raw sex (wear condoms, folks), spit kink]

word count: 3k

richard had been eyeing her all night, watching the way she swirled her hips to the music that was blaring through the speakers in the living room. she looked so fucking delectable and he was just dying for a taste. she was always fairly receptive of his flirting, sometimes throwing a line or two back at him, so he figured tonight may as well be the night to act on it.

only, it wasn’t that simple. lara wasn’t richard’s for the taking in the way he thought she was; she and joel had been seeing each other— naked— for weeks and just hadn’t told anyone yet. joel prided himself on his discretion, believing that things of the sexual variety should be kept between partners instead of broadcasted for other people to know about. and lara knew this before getting involved with him, being one of his best friends, and he always had been quiet about his sexual escapades: which for some reason led her to believe that he was on the vanilla side, soft and romantic, and even a bit submissive. but she was sorely mistaken.

“that outfit, nena... it’s just not fair.” richard’s eyes raked her body shamelessly, wedging his bottom lip between his teeth as he caught her attention.

she giggled as her dancing slowed came to a halt, her hand reaching up to adjust the shirt strap of her matching pink set. “i have my moments.”

“they’re more than just moments, trust me.” heat flooded her face as he stepped closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist as the song changed to one of his current favorites: reggaeton by j balvin. “dance with me?”

lara couldn’t find it in herself to say no, too entranced by his body and demeanor to turn down the chance to dance so intimately. he swiftly turned her around so she faced away from him, the fluidity of the beat washing through them as they danced. she moved her hips in sync with his, letting him guide her to the beat both meticulously and effortlessly. he started to get a bit too handsy for it to just be for the sake of the dance but she loved it, her heart racing at the way his fingers curled around her frame. right as the song started to slow down he gripped her tighter, rotating his hips towards her in long suave strides.

joel didn’t like it one bit. he was watching from the kitchen, crumpled cup of water in hand as he watched them occupy the dance floor. he couldn’t storm up to them in a jealous rage without exposing his exploits with lara, so he focused on his breathing and waited for their two and a half minutes to end. when it did, she parted from him breathlessly with flushed cheeks and wild eyes. he couldn’t make out what she was saying to him but he was praying it wasn’t something along the lines of asking him for another dance.

he couldn’t bear being a bystander any more, abandoning his cup on the countertop before making his way over to the two. “hey, lara, i didn’t know you were still here. thought you said you were going home.” there was a certain glint in his eyes that told her not to embarrass him. they both very knew well that she hadn’t said anything about going home and that joel was just looking for an out.

she ignored his pressing gaze. “guess i got... distracted.”

“well i can give you a ride, i was just about to head out.”

richard cocked his eyebrow, picking up on the slightly territorial vibe that joel was giving off. he figured it probably had something to do a crush joel had on lara, the sting of unrequited love getting to the younger boy. he was going to interject, telling joel to chill out and let them enjoy themselves. but lara stepped in, flashing a smile at the both of them. “yeah! that’d be great, thanks.”

neither of them said anything on the car ride back to her apartment. lara wasn’t sure if he was mad or just wanted to pull her away from the party scene to have her all to himself. she normally would’ve rested her hand against the tight muscle of his thigh, a soothing gesture as he drove with only one hand bothering to grip the steering wheel. but she wasn’t sure of his intentions so she kept to herself, watching the cars they passed in the late hours of the night.

he got out of the car first, not mad enough to skip opening the car door for her or placing his hand on the small of her back as they walked up to her place. she keyed them in quickly, slipping out of her heels before locking the door behind them. joel wordlessly headed to her bedroom and that was lara’s cue to follow, her heart rate spiking and panties soaking as she trailed behind him.

joel stripped himself of his t-shirt, tossing it near her hamper out of habit. the full length mirror adjacent her bed caught his immediate attention, pulling her to rest against his chest as he stood in front of it. “do you like upsetting me, nena?” she shook her head slowly, afraid to look him in the eyes as he reprimanded her. “nuh-uh, up. tell me, do you like acting up?” his hand wrapped around her chin, forcing her head up so she’d look at him through the mirror.

“n-no, i don’t, i’m sorry.” 

his grip on her tightened as his other hand drifted against the front of her skirt, pressing against her core. “then tell me, baby, why did you tonight? why’d you dance with him instead of me?” she knew better than to explain herself to him. he didn’t really care if richard propositioned her or that the dance didn’t mean all that much to her. joel wasn’t looking for her excuses or justifications, he just wanted her to make up for it.

he unzipped her skirt, letting it pool around her ankles as he pulled the top off of her languidly. he licked his lips at the sight of her breasts on full display, letting his hands wander to tweak her nipples. she let out a sigh of content at the contact, pressing her ass against him. if he was in that mood he wouldn’t have let that slide, and most certainly would’ve punished her for doing anything without his permission.

“get on your knees.” she dropped down to her knees for him, staring at his commanding stance through the mirror. he looked dangerously calm as he palmed himself through his joggers, eyes fixated on her gorgeous body. “who do you belong to, babygirl?”

he joined her on the carpeted flooring, pushing down on her back to request for her to get on all fours. she winced as he pulled down her panties and spanked her roughly, not at all satisfied by her hesitance to respond. “you.”

“damn right.” he pushed down his pants and boxers just far enough to free his throbbing cock, lining up with her entrance before abruptly pushing in. his hips jutted forward until he bottomed out, hands reaching up to grasp her breasts. “get yourself off on me, princess.”

she thought it was a trap, some malicious trick that she’d be punished for acting upon. her only options were to either ask him if he was serious or to simply oblige, the former most likely leading her to punishment for questioning him. so she leveled herself on her hands, grabbing onto the short fibers of the carpet for support as she rolled her hips back onto him.

“that’s it, that’s a good girl.” he nudged her chin upward, locking eyes with her in the mirror as she continued to work her ass backwards. “look at yourself, you’re so pretty getting yourself off on me.”

lara couldn’t help the whimper that left her mouth, a desperate cry for more than what she was getting. she couldn’t ask him for more because that would be greedy, and he was already being gracious enough by letting her use him for her own pleasure after what she pulled with richard. but the curly red-haired man was far from her mind as joel kissed along her shoulder, letting his tongue dance against her warm skin as she tried to imitate the feeling he so easily gave her.

joel’s hands latched onto her waist as he started to thrust into her, his hips smacking against her ass mercilessly. her moans were spewing out of her at an alarming rate as he held onto her, her arms starting to give out as he picked up speed. there was the feeling she couldn’t replicate no matter how hard she tried, the intoxicating sensation of his cock filling her up so perfectly. “i’m the only one who can make you feel this good, baby. remember that.” he pulled her up by her hair, turning her head just a bit so he could whisper in her ear. “you gonna cum for daddy? like the little slut you are?”

she was chanting yes like was the only word she knew. lara was expecting him to pull away at any minute now, changing his mind and refusing to let her cum just yet: but he didn’t. he continued the delicious assault on her core all the way through her orgasm, clenching around him repeatedly as her eyes threatened to shut. “keep them open. look at me, nena.”

she pried her eyes open, keeping her eyes on him in her completely blissed out state. he loved seeing her like that, completely and utterly fucked for him and only him. his thrusts slowed to a stop before he pulled out of her, helping her to her feet as he rose to his. “get on the bed.”

joel retrieved one of the silk scarves she often fashioned around her hairline and something else she couldn’t see, glancing over to where she lay sprawled out for him. her breathing was still ragged as she recovered from the first state of euphoria, lips flushed a deeper pink as she awaited his next move. a chuckle tumbled past his lips at the soft gripe she croaked out upon seeing him finish undressing himself, his beautiful thighs calling her name. all it took was the slight shake of his head for her to know that she wouldn’t be getting that from him anytime soon. he settled between her legs on his stomach, grouping her hands together to rest atop her belly before tying them together with the tender fabric. “i promise i’ll be so good, daddy.”

“mmm, i know you will be.” joel pushed himself up on his hands to kiss her, his tongue overpowering hers as he pressed pause on his domineering role to show her a little love. his hand brushed along the side of her face lovingly as the kiss grew in intensity, lara tugging against the scarf, to no avail, out of habit of grasping the nape of his neck. he pulled away reluctantly, settling back between her legs with a light thud. she suddenly heard the unmistakable buzzing of her favorite toy, the small pink bullet vibrator that she’d used countless times while thinking of him. “stay still or else the rest of the night won’t be very good for you.”

he slid the vibrator along the inside of her thigh as his tongue laved along her glistening slit, a stifled moan reaching joel’s ears as he stopped at her clit. next was the other thigh as his lips puckered around her clit, free arm hooking around her leg to insure she wouldn’t move. he was dragging the vibrator dangerously close to her core and she knew she wouldn’t be able to obey him for very long. but she couldn’t tell him to stop because it felt too good.

his tongue circled her clit as he placed the bullet at her entrance and slipped it in, a choked sob tearing through her throat as she did her best not to move. “papi please, can i move?”

“but you’re doing so well. you can fight it, can’t you?”

it was rhetorical and she knew it, telling him no couldn’t possibly be an option here. “i-i think so.” he turned up the setting on the vibrator, shaking his tongue back and forth against her clit as his hands shoved her legs against the mattress. “i can’t! it’s too much, i can’t do it.” he could feel her thighs beginning to shudder beneath him, the denial to move far too overwhelming her as her orgasm crept up on her.

“you can move baby, it’s okay.” her legs instantaneously clamped around him, a cry of his name ringing through the air as she came again. her eyes rolled back as the vibrator buzzed unrelentingly, prolonging her orgasm as her back arched off the mattress. joel didn’t pull it out, though, letting it judder her walls as she cried out incomprehensibly. he turned down the setting, taking to out of her only to rub it against her throbbing clit, coating her in her juices indolently. 

he turned it off before she could reach her third high, licking the toy clean before placing back in her nightstand, returning to her shivering body with the cockiest smirk she’d ever seen. she let herself relax against the comforter, the sweat coating her skin cooling her down before she felt him tap his tip along her folds. “wait, wait, wait, i thought—”

“you thought we were finished? we’re far from it, pretty girl.”

her walls hugged him snuggly as he drove his hips into her, his length slipping into her easily with the slickness of her first two climaxes. “oh fuck, daddy.” he loved how responsive she was, so eager to please him and stroke his ego. her hands were clawing at his lower abdomen, so frantic in her need to touch him but his stance was unwavering. 

“just take this cock like a good girl and maybe i’ll untie you.” she was nodding for him without even thinking about it, pulling her bound hands away from his stomach so he wouldn’t put off her reward. the way his tip kept nudging past her g-spot had tears in her eyes, the air in her lungs dissipating as he slammed into her over and over again. “who fucks you this good?”

his fingers wrapped around her throat as he choked her, squeezing at the sides of her neck just the way he knew she loved it. “you, joel.” it was so raspy and wretched that he plunged into her deeper, his pubic bone grazing her clit with every gratifying push of his hips.

“who do you get this feeling with baby?”

“only w-with you.” 

he growled at her answer, drawing his free hand to her swollen bundle of nerves to rub circles into it. “only with me.” his primal possessiveness was enough to send her over the edge for the third time, creaming around his girth as her hips mindlessly bucked up towards his as the shockwaves overtook her body.

lara’s thighs were already sore from the night’s activities, the burn in her stomach from orgasm after orgasm leaving her sensitive to the slightest of touches. joel leaned down to kiss her again, moaning against her lips as his hands dipped down to untie her. her arms immediately wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer as their lips smacked in contrast to the silence surrounding them.

“can you gimme one more?”

she knew she could but she was just so sensitive. he had never overstimulated her like this and she was starting to think he had more limits of hers he planned on pushing. “one more.”

joel almost came right as he sheathed his cock back inside of her, the warm velvet of her walls like heaven after denying himself his own ecstasy for so long. he steadied himself on his forearms, snapping his hips forward wildly as she bit into her lower lip. “open up.” she gladly parted her lips, sticking out her tongue to accept the spit that dripped from his mouth into hers. “ay dios mio, such a fucking good girl.”

it wasn’t long before she was clenching around him again, legs twitching around him as chills ran down her spine. she tried to say something to encourage him, tell him how good he was to her and how he should cum, too. her throat was raw as she attempted to clear it, parting her lips ever so slightly to mumble, “cum inside me, daddy.”

his hips stuttered on command, his hot spurts of cum emptying inside of her as her teeth sunk into his shoulder. “take my cum, princess, just like the filthy cum slut you are.”

joel pulled out, much to her dismay, collecting his seed on his finger before licking it clean. her breath hitched at the feeling since she was still recovering, pulling the blankets up to cover herself. he joined her soon after, wrapping an arm around her soothingly.

“you know that i— you know i’m not interested in richard, right?” joel looked away from her, face going red from embarrassment. “he’s attractive and a great dancer, sure, but that’s all that was. i only wanna go home with you.”

“i... i know that, deep down maybe, but it’s hard to ignore the way you were looking at him.”

she peppered a kiss to the corner of his jaw, curling further into his chest. “whatever look was in my eye is nothing compared to what i feel for you. i promise.”

he let his head rest atop hers as exhaustion took over his body, sleeping lulling him in after having exerted so much energy. “good. but i only want you to dance like that with me from now on.”

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Make it Quick [John Deacon x Reader]

Summary: You’ve had a shitty day, and a comment from John about you not being fun anymore sets you off. Smut ensues.

Warnings: Cursing, oral sex (male receiving), unprotected sex, an unnecessary amount of Crystal Taylor because I love him

Word Count: 3k

Author’s Note: AUGUST 9TH IS FINALLY HERE!!!! So the amazing @dtfrogertaylor put together this AWESOME event called A Night at the Fandom, which was a really fun Secret Santa type of ordeal. The person I received was @deakyspuff and I really, really hope you like your gift!!!!

Milton Keynes, 1982

You groaned as your brand-new Adidas tennis shoes were suddenly encased in mud, giving them a mournful glance and wondering what possessed you to wear them to one of the muddiest gigs you’d ever been to in your life. Of course you’d step in a puddle the second you stepped out of the car, because that was the way your morning had been, right?

With a shake of each foot, you moved out of the way to allow your husband to step out from behind you, just in time for a chorus of shrill shrieks to erupt from behind the barricades across the parking lot. You already had a headache, and the shouts of, “John! John!” did nothing but exacerbate the throbbing of your temple.

It wasn’t like he could help it, though. The past two years had seen John Deacon skyrocket in popularity with the release of ‘Another One Bites the Dust’, and now that their album Hot Space had just been released, John was riding a high of newfound confidence. Not that you minded.

But something you did mind was the way you weren’t the only one who picked up on his new edge. You’d never been bothered by the fans, the way the woman hung around after shows and batted their eyes and tugged down their shirts, hoping for a chance. But something about this most recent tour...the way John was no longer nervously standing at the back of the stage. He was up front, gyrating across the set, and women were practically falling over themselves trying to get a closer look, and he enjoyed it.

You felt a drop of rain hit your cheek just as John reached forward to take your hand, waving at the crowd around you before starting towards the back of the venue. Just as security let the two of you past, you watched as Crystal Taylor slid in a particularly nasty patch of mud and completely fell on his ass, Roger’s cymbals crashing down beside him.

It only went downhill from there.

Souncheck dragged on. Someone dropped an amp. Freddie couldn’t find the pants he wanted to wear. You lost your favorite bracelet. Ratty accidentally spilled some of John’s beer that he was passing to him on your blouse, and you decided in that moment that you had had enough.

“Fuck, Ratty!,” you shouted, standing up quickly and trying (to no avail) to get the stain out of your shirt by rubbing it. It was a lost cause, the amber liquid a stark contrast to your white t-shirt.

“I’m going to get some air,” you growled, practically jumping to your feet and glancing over your shoulder, expecting to see John with a worried expression. Instead, you found him with his arm draped across the back of the couch, talking with some “friend” of someone in the road crew with long legs and the tiniest shorts you’d ever seen in your life.

Storming out of the green room and pulling the door shut behind you with a slam, you stomped down the hallway and out to the back of the venue, inhaling deeply as you took a few calming breaths, looking down at the stain on the front of your shirt. Fuck.

Just as you were about to collect your thoughts and return inside, you heard the door open behind you, and a lighter flick.

“Show’s starting in half an hour, you coming in or not?,” John asked, blowing smoke above your head as you turned around to look at him.

“Excuse me?,” you frowned, your bad mood returning without a thought of all the effort it took you to calm down just a few moments before.

He just rolled his eyes, taking another drag of his cigarette and leaning up against the building.

“You’ve been in a shit mood all day. Practically bit poor Ratty’s head off in there.”

“I have not!”

“So you call slamming the door shut a good day, then?”

You narrowed your eyes, arms crossing across your chest as you tried to think of something to say. He looked so smug, hip cocked against the brick wall, lazily taking a drag.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be in such a shit mood if you paid even the slightest bit of attention to your wife,” you finally retorted, starting to feel a bit stifled by the warm, muggy air. “And if you roll your eyes again, so help me God--”

“Christ,” he muttered around a mouthful of smoke, and that was the final straw.

“Go have fun with your little groupies, then,” you hissed, trying to ignore the stinging in your eyes.

“They’re certainly more fun than you,” was all he murmured, flicking his cigarette into the mud before turning around and throwing open the door, not even flinching as it slammed into the wall, and he stormed off.

His words echoed in your brain, and you stood frozen in your spot for a moment, ignoring the raindrops that began to soak your hair.

“They’re certainly more fun than you.”

You stood outside until the rain stopped, and you heard the beginnings of ‘Flash’ floating through the speakers. With a quick wipe under your eyes, you went back inside, a new determination in your bones. You’d show him who was fun.

Your first order of business was to find Ratty. Even if John was being a complete asshole at the moment, he was right about you being rude to his poor roadie. Ratty had been nothing but wonderful to you and John both, and just because you had a bad day didn’t mean you should take it out on him.

You spotted him at the edge of the stage, talking with Crystal and Phoebe, ready to do whatever the band needed at a moment’s notice. It was loud, the boys had just started ‘We Will Rock You’, but you knew you needed to apologize.

“Peter,” you shouted over the music, placing a hand on his elbow to get his attention, and you felt a little bit better when he turned and smiled at you.

“Uh-oh, using my real name, what did I do now?,” he grinned, and you gave him an apologetic smile.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have ran out earlier, I’ve been having a rough day, and I took it out on you,” your face formed into a frown, but was quickly replaced with a relieved smile when Ratty was already shaking his head.

“No worries at all. Please, if you knew all the times John has said horrible things to me, you’d wonder why I haven’t quit already,” he laughed, and you chuckled in return. “I think I can handle you getting upset once. Besides, I do feel bad about staining your shirt.”

Now it was your turn to shake your head, flashing a quick smile. “Don’t worry about it. That’s what washing machines are for, right?”.

Your eyes drifted over to the stage, watching as John bobbed his head and hopped around, his blue outfit standing out amongst the open stage. You could only hope the show ran smoothly from here.

It didn’t.

Brian’s precious Red Special broke two strings in two different songs, causing an impromptu bass solo from your husband during ‘Dragon Attack’. You watched the way his fingers moved across the strings, the way his bit his bottom lip, the rolling of his hips as he continued to play, and even though you were mad at him, you fell in love all over again.

There was some movement to your left, and suddenly Crystal was leaning down to talk right in your ear.

“You know,” he started, pointing over to a door backstage. “That’s a supply closet.”

You barely registered what he said, just humming in agreement.

Crystal rolled his eyes at your lack of response, which earned you an elbow to your ribs.

“Ow!”

“I said,” he pointed at the door again with a newfound vigor. “That’s a supply closet.”

“You need to get laid Crys, your dry spell is making you crazy. I’m not going in there with you.”

“Fucking, Christ,” he hissed, shoving a cigarette in his mouth and quickly lighting it up, inhaling deeply and seeming to relax slightly when he exhaled. “That’s a supply closet, and ‘Love of My Life’ is coming up.”

“Why the fuck do I care if it’s a supply closet or n--Ohhhh,” you looked up at him with wide eyes, ignoring how he laughed at your sudden realization.

“Might turn your day around, is all I’m saying,” he shrugged, blowing smoke out through his nose.

Your mind was moving a mile a minute, and you pushed past the roadie to get to Ratty. “The second John comes off stage, you grab his bass, and leave him alone, okay?,” you told him firmly, ignoring the way he smirked at your attitude.

“Yes ma’am.”

You turned around to the screams of the crowd signaling the end of the reprise of ‘Now I’m Here’. Snatching a cup of water from the table (you weren’t cruel, John needed to drink something), you waited anxiously at the very edge of the stage, inhaling sharply when the lights cut out, and a spotlight was put on Brian and Freddie. You saw John walking towards Ratty, passing off his bass, and the roadie practically ran off.

“Come with me,” was all you said, reaching out to grab his hand and pass him the water with your free one as you yanked him towards the supply closet, ignoring his sputterings of protest from behind you.

Pressing the two of you into the small space and shutting and locking the door behind you, you quickly dropped to your knees, trying to gain your bearings in the darkness.

“What are you doing?!,” John panted, still out of breath from being under the stage lights, and also from the realization that you were on your knees.

“Showing you I’m fun,” you hummed, starting to undo his pants, shoving them and his underwear down just enough that you could reach his cock, giving his half-hard length a few good strokes.

“Fuck,” John moaned, tilting his head back and letting it thunk softly against the wall. You could hear him take a sip of the water, his free hand tangling in your hair.

You took the head of his cock into your mouth, sucking lightly as your palm rubbed lightly over his thigh, keeping him close to you. You relaxed your throat the way you knew drove him crazy, taking him deeper and moaning when you heard him gasp above you.

“Jesus Christ,” he whimpered, giving your hair a tug before pushing you down on his cock, making you choke just a little before pulling you back. “Fuck, we don’t have long,” he moaned, tossing the now-empty cup on the ground so he could use his free hand to stroke your cheek lightly.

You pulled off with a pop, looking up at him, your eyes beginning to adjust, and you could see the outline of his curls in dark. “Better shut up and let me get to work, then,” you smirked, before opening your mouth and taking him completely to the base.

John’s legs buckled slightly, pressing his back firmly to the wall to keep himself upright as he rocked his hips forward once more. “Jesus--fuck, I’m gonna come,” he panted, fingers tightening in your hair.

You managed to pull back just slightly, jerking his already leaking cock quickly. “Come for me, baby. Come in my mouth,” you moaned, taking him back into your mouth and sucking seductively.

With a low groan, John released down your throat, fist hitting the wall of the closet as he slowly came down from his high, completely pliant while you swallowed every last drop.

“Deacons! You have thirty seconds before I break the door down!,” you heard Roger’s voice yell through the door, and with a giggle you tucked John back into his pants, buttoning them up as you stood and quickly opened the door, practically pushing John back towards Ratty.

“I--,”

“No time. Tell your wife all about how you’re going to fuck her later,” Roger playfully chided, giving you a wink as your face turned bright red.

John gave you a heated glance, opening his mouth to speak once more, but was cut off by Ratty putting his bass around his neck and physically shoving him back on stage, leaving you standing there with a small smile on your lips.

“You’re welcome,” Crystal shouted from around his cigarette as he moved back beside you, ‘Save Me’ playing through the speakers. “I’ll accept a few cartons of these or a bottle of my favorite tequila, either one,” he smirked, and you just shoved his side.

“Oi, I helped,” Ratty frowned as he walked over to your other side, and you just rolled your eyes at the two of them.

“How about we stop talking about my sex life and I’ll get you both something?,” you laughed, settling in to watch the rest of the performance.

The second half flew by, mostly you just listening to the music, laughing and talking with the boys, and watching your husband and his best friends having the time of their life on stage. Watching them take their final bows had a newfound excitement coursing through your body, meeting John’s eyes as he started walking towards you.

“Hi--oh!,” you squealed as you were suddenly picked up and thrown over his shoulder, managing to push yourself up enough to see three shocked band members, Ratty shaking his head as he put John’s bass away, and Crystal shouting, “Make that two bottles of tequila!”.

You just giggled as you were taken down the hallway, lazily playing with John’s curls as he opened the door to his dressing room, and you were thankful that they finally had all stopped sharing a place to get ready together.

You let out a small ‘oof’ as you were tossed gently onto the couch, suddenly covered by your husband’s body, his lips attached to your neck and his hand sliding under your shirt, grabbing your breast and spreading your legs with his knee.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled against your skin, working on sucking a mark under your ear, a soft groan tumbling from your lips. “Bloody perfect. Christ, how did I get so lucky?”.

You giggled softly at that, cut off quickly by another moan as he pinched your nipple. “Fuck, John,” you sighed, reaching down to tug his shirt over his head, lifting up your torso as he did the same for you.

His nimble fingers moved around to your back, unclasping your bra and tossing it somewhere across the room before his lips wrapped around one of your nipples with a hum, causing you to cry out. Your shoes were quickly tossed and your pants and underwear were shoved down your legs were you kicked them unceremoniously into the corner.

“John.”

“Mm?”

“Fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

His pants were discarded shortly after, wrapping your legs around his hips as he leaned up to kiss you messily, tongue sliding easily into your mouth with a groan. A second later he was thrusting into you, causing you to cry his name against his lips, your fingers tugging on his curls as you kept him tight against your chest.

Neither of you were going to last long, the second half of the performance having made you both a needing, wanting mess. John’s hips were slamming against yours at a punishing pace, his lips leaving biting kisses down your neck and chest before moving back up to nip at your bottom lip.

“My beautiful girl,” he purred, one hand gripping tight at your hip, the other sliding up to the side of your neck, his thumb brushing along your jawline. “My beautiful, perfect girl.”

You just whined at the praise, reaching down to begin rubbing quickly at your clit, whimpering when you started to feel the build up of your release.

“That’s right, you gonna come for me, sweet girl? Gonna come on my cock?,” he cooed, angling his hips so the blunt head of his cock was drilling into your sweet spot, and that was all it took.

With a soft cry, you clenched hard around him, pulsing around his cock inside of your dripping cunt, and riding out your aftershocks as he continued to thrust in and out of you.

Just a moment later, he released inside of you with your name on his lips, slowing his hips to stop, arms wrapped around you tightly as he kept you close to him. The two of you were breathing heavily, pulling back to look at each other as you came down from your highs.

“I’m sorry. For what I said earlier,” John whispered, stroking your cheek lightly as he stayed inside of you, wanting the two of you to be connected in the most intimate way possible for a few more minutes. “Guess I wasn’t having such a great day either.”

“I’m sorry too. I was in a bad mood and just wanted to take it out on someone,” you sighed, leaning up for another gentle kiss, gently playing with the curls at the nape of his neck. “But I think our day got better, yeah?”.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s just getting started.”

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Mystery Review Theater 3k

Okay. So. Let me preface this by saying that I firmly believe that y’all have the right to like or not like my writing and to express your likes and dislikes in your reviews, and I respect that. I know sometimes you’re unhappy, and I may not always agree with you (sometimes I do lol), but generally I just read, think “noted...” and move on. 

But every now and then, I get a review that I just... can’t let lie there. And I got such a review today, that is just.... I... I just... I’m sorry, I gotta share with the class and comment point by point on this thing, because.... wow. 

So. Here’s a review I just got on Breaking In -- and by the way, I want to thank this person for this review, I really do, because this has been the highlight of my fucking day – and I got a brand new phone today, so that’s saying something. lol

"I was a big fan of this fanfiction in the beginning. I enjoyed every chapter and I thoroughly looked forward to a new chapter, however, recently I haven't been enjoying it. I stopped reading at about chapter 31 because of the storyline being dragged out too long, I honestly don't get why Regina and Robin never got back together, or at least stayed together. 

You’re not alone, tbh, I get this a lot. 

What Robin did was illegal and Regina had every right to be angry at him but not continuing on with her relationship with him over it was pointless, since when did Regina care about her mother's opinion?! 

Uhh..... what?

Never, expect of course in her younger days, but Regina is an independent, strong woman, and the Regina in OUAT would not care about her mother's opinion.

Okay. Hold on. Stop. This is where I had to stop and pop my eyeballs back into my head from where they had just fallen, dangling, from how wide my eyes popped open at that crazy-ass statement.

Can we just... I’m in the middle of an OUAT rewatch, and I am in the middle of season two, and LET ME TELL YOU, Regina Mills really, really cares about her MOther’s opinion. It derailed her entire redemption for half a season -- with ONE CONVERSATION WITH MOMMY. 

Like. What.. What..?? What show are you watching where Regina doesn’t care about her mother’s opinion??

I’m so baffled and also so amused...

 The next thing I would like to say is about the storyline again, but this time about Regina's 'eating disorder', 

Don’t put that shit in quotes, that’s rude.

I don't see why it's such a big deal in this fanfic because it shouldn't be. Regina chooses not to eat when her mother is around or when her mother says something insulting to her, there is no need for Regina to deny herself food over a petty thing like that, going back to the independent and strong woman part I mentioned about Regina that she clearly is, she wouldn't do that to herself, maybe in her younger days, but not now.

Okay, hold on a second. Cora, is that you?? Like, I’m pretty sure that’s Cora Mills speaking from inside the page with that one -- “there’s no need for Regina to deny herself food over a petty thing like that” are you jooooooking. Like, how insulting is it to imply that someone with an eating disorder is just being dramatic and childish, which is basically what you’re doing.

Regina has an eating disorder. It is a very real thing, that a lot of very real readers relate to, and if you wanna be dismissive and disrespectful about that because you don’t have the capacity to understand it, you can go do it somewhere else.

The next thing is about the weed in a previous chapter. When I decided to read the chapter because a friend told me that their 'relationship' was going somewhere I was absolutely disgusted at what I read. I thought the whole fanfiction was OOC from day one, but the chapter with Regina and Robin smoking weed was seriously OOC, I cannot imagine them ever doing that. You do know it's Regina Mills and not Trina Decker, right?!

 Oh, believe me, I know it’s not my boo Trina Decker. *insert heart eyes*

And you’re right, BIn Regina smoking pot is out of character -- something that she and Robin both acknowledge, and something she talks about with her therapist shortly thereafter, and which her therapist acknowledges is out of character, erratic behavior for her. It’s called a plot point, yo. It was supposed to be out of character. 

But maybe you just.. stopped reading after 37?

Also, just out of curiosity, is this the same anon who got all butthurt after Robin smoked pot in an earlier chapter? 

And the thing that made the chapter even more disgusting and disturbing was that fact that Henry, a 10/11 year old boy was left in his house allow while his mother went and got high. 

Yeah, Regina thought this was a bad idea, too. She brought it up, she felt guilty about it. Her, uh, semi-stoner not-boyfriend convinced her it was okay.

I don't care that his mother was 'only next door', 'a few minutes away' something could have happened to injury or endanger Henry. He could have also been taken by robbers or kidnappers. 

Are you sure you’re not Cora Mills??? Where do you think Regina lives?? People leave kids alone at home to got to the neighbors for a chat all the time -- especially when they have, y’know, security systems and shit that they could probably hear from next door if they went off. SHE DOESN’T NEED TO MOVE TO A GATED COMMUNITY, MOTHER, THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH FEDERAL HILL.

Also, let’s be real, if there were robbers or kidnappers, it wouldn’t matter much whether Regina was home or away, someone was probably gonna be getting hurt. She doesn’t have magic, she doesn’t own a gun, she’s not gonna overpower a band of kidnapping robbers.

Unless maybe it’s that one...

You should never leave your child alone, no matter how far away you are from them.

Uh... I know a lot of (good) parents who would disagree with that. It’s okay to leave your ten year old alone for a little while, especially when you’re just next door, have your phone with you, and they’re asleep. Hell, did you miss the previous chapters where she left him alone for several hours in the middle of the day? Or, did you miss that whole episode in season one where she left Henry alone for an entire Saturday to go “city council meeting” the Sheriff?

How much trouble do you think this sleeping kid in a locked house is gonna get up to?

And then there was also Roland who was only in the next room while Regina and Robin got high, which was completely vile. They would never, ever do that with a child in the house. 

Looks like they would, tho...

And the fact that they decided to cook something but then decided to make out which resulted in them nearly burning the house down! 

Okay a) Do you want them together or not? Because you don’t get to be mad that they’re not getting together fast enough AND get mad that they “decided to make out”. 

b) They burned some toast, dude. The house was in no danger. Find your chill. It’s not like they came up for air to this:

In their state of being high they could have forgotten about Roland. 

Okay, I’m not sure if you’ve ever smoked pot before, but trust me -- HALF A JOINT is not strong enough to make you forget you have a child in the case of an emergency. Might make you forget that Spice World is a terrible movie, but not that your kid is asleep upstairs. 

It made me feel sick. And the whole oral sex activity that was going on in the living room where Roland could have easily woken up and seen what was going on was inappropriate. There are bedrooms with locks for a reason!

You mean the bedroom with the child sleeping in it? That one? That’s where you’d prefer I had them hook up? Next to the toddler bed? 

Now, you may not read this review of mine or you may just ignore it because of the 500 followers that somehow like this fanfic, 

Oh, how could I ignore this one, this was comedy gold.

but I just wanted to say that some of the things that you write are too OOC and not logical or reasonable. 

Same to you, my friend.

I get the whole thing about fanfic. It's fiction that fans write and it can be whatever they want it to be, but when you write fanfiction that involves two characters that so many people love — including myself — and they are totally OOC and seem like two different people all together, then I personally think that it's not a fanfiction to enjoy. 

And you have the right to that personal opinion, although apparently 500+ (it is really 500 followers? I haven’t checked -- that’s really cool. I’m flattered -- thanks guys!) people think I’m doin’ just fine, so... I’mma keep on keepin’ on.

With that being said I'm out. Peace!"

Buh-bye.

#sorry guys i just #couldn't resist #breaking in