#freddy would flick him off in return as well lol

[izzy-b-hands]

Routine

I fully own this is incredibly self-indulgent. 

A bit of Freddie/Reader, with Freddie helping the Reader out with the changing of their testosterone patches (something I use myself, so this is my admission that this is completely echoing my own experience here with them.) 

Also some smut, because I've been in that sort of way lately when it comes to writing lol.

My thanks to Rushing and Finn on the DL Server for beta reading this and helping out with the editing process!

My love to all who read/like/reblog!

"I'll only be a few moments," you say, and slip into the bathroom of your and Freddie's hotel room. 

You've been with Freddie for awhile now, but even so, you've not yet had to change your testosterone patches in front of him. It isn't that you've hidden it or anything (and he knows well that you're trans and that you use the patches; he's seen them on your body after all.) It just simply hasn't happened where he was around to watch it happen.

Part of it is that they need changing in the evening, and usually you just dip away and do it quick and then come back to wherever you might be at the time: home on the couch with Freddie, on tour and in a hotel bar with the lads, etc. 

But now he opens the door as you're mid-patch removal on the first of the two you wear each day, and he winces as much as you do as the tough adhesive refuses to let go of your leg hair and skin. 

"This is why you said it's better to take them off in the shower or bath?" he asks, and sits on the edge of the tub. 

You nod, and keep gently tugging at the patch as the edges come slowly off. 

"Would warm water help?"

You nod again, but don't stop. If you stop, then you'll really feel the pain of pulling it off, and that's no good. 

He hisses in pain as the patch finally comes away. "You said something once about rinsing the spots after you take those off too, didn't you?"

"Yeah," you reply as you set the first spent patch on the counter and reach for the second one still on your thigh. 

He stands and gently grabs your wrist with one hand, the other snagging a clean washcloth off the counter. "Let me help."

You watch as he wets the washcloth under the sink with warm water, then kneels in front of you.

You'd taken off your trousers and pants for this; easier to be nude than to try and worry about getting water on your clothes while rinsing the spots down before putting on new patches. 

Which makes it incredibly intimate, to have Freddie kneeled there. It's not the first time he's been in that position, sucking at your small cock, fingers in your cunt. But this is different, and intimate in an entirely different and affectionate way. 

He rinses over the spot where the first patch was first, wincing at the raised skin as his fingers trail over it. "That's normal, right?"

"It is," you reply, and run your hands through his hair, unable to help yourself. "Between the adhesive, the aluminium in the patch, and the T gel, it can be a little harsh on the skin. Doesn't help that my skin is sensitive to start. But I'll take this over needles, for now at least." 

He nods, and leans in to kiss the spot, but you stop him with a touch to his cheek. 

"There's residue, might not taste the best."

He shrugs, and kisses just beside the spot instead. 

"If this hurts too much, let me know," he murmurs, and uses the washcloth to dab at the edges of the patch, only working to pull the tab of it up once it's sufficiently damp. 

It's better than pulling it off completely dry, and you can't help but moan a little at the relief. It's always nice, taking the used ones off at the end of the day, but having someone else do it for you? A wonderful dream you hadn't even realized you'd had. 

He kisses your hip, and giggles as he keeps working. You've never told him your method with a washcloth, but he's picked up on it regardless, alternating between dabbing at the patch and gently tugging it off your skin. 

Once it's off, he stands briefly to set it on the counter by the first, and rewets the washcloth. 

He returns to his knees and rinses off the second spot, but there's a glint in his eye this time. 

"If you'd rather not have me do this, just say and I'll stop," he says. "But forgive me the urge..."

Even as he moves the washcloth over the spot, he leans forward to kiss your hip, the top of your mons. His tongue flicks out to lick at your cock, then down to your folds. 

His free hand reaches to your ass, to hold you close to his mouth as he works to suck at your cock. His eyes are shut, long lashes gorgeous, but for a moment he blinks and those brown eyes meet yours, and you melt.

After another few moments, he abandons the second spot and tosses the washcloth to the counter.

You take the opportunity to move and lean your back against the counter, spreading your legs wider as he adjusts himself on the floor. 

"If your knees hurt, we can move to the bed," you suggest, but he shakes his head and reaches for the dirty towel you'd used during your shower earlier, tossed to the floor because frankly that's what you'd both been doing to ensure you didn't confuse clean towels for dirty or vice versa. He folds it quickly and moves enough to shove it under his knees. 

"You've got a solution for everything," you smile, again brushing your fingers through his thick hair as he kisses at your thighs. 

He shakes his head slightly and smirks before sucking again at your cock, moaning around it. He makes it no secret that he gets off on being able to get you off like this, and there's the added sweetness of what he did for you with the patches making it even better now. 

Because truly, it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for you. It's not just additional acceptance of that part of you, it's the concern and care and love that inspired him to follow you in to begin with. That he wanted to see this part of your life, this little day to day thing that's become as important as drinking water or brushing your teeth. 

His arms loop around your thighs, helping to hold you up as his tongue alternates between your cock and inside your folds, licking and sucking and leaving you weak in the knees. 

"Freddie," you try and forewarn him the closer you get to your orgasm, but he only sucks harder at your cock.

You nearly fold in on yourself as you come, thighs shaking as you try not to trap his face in between them. 

You end up pushed up on the counter some as he suddenly scoops you up and swings your legs over his shoulders, holding you in place with his arms while his mouth stays busy at your cunt. 

He only stops once you've come back down to yourself, and he sits back looking utterly pleased. 

"Did that help to ease the hurt of those some? That's what my idea was, after all."

You slip down to the floor and kiss him with a smile. "It did. Do you want to help me put the new ones on too?"

He nods, and stands with you, watching as you free the first one from its packaging. 

"Let me," he takes the patch from you, and waits for you to point to a spot on your other thigh. 

"Just make sure and press round the edges of it," you instruct as he places it, fingers gentle on your skin. "Give the adhesive time to take hold."

"It certainly fucking holds though," he remarks, but his fingers stipple over the edges of the patch until it seems firmly set. 

"It does, but not if you don't press it on well and make sure not to get it wet for three hours," you chuckle. 

"No shower together tonight then?"

"In three hours from now, sure," you reply. "But not before, or these could slip off me."

He nods, and takes the second patch from you once you have it ready. 

You point to another spot near the first new patch, and lean into his touch as he places the second patch. 

His fingers press the edges of it down, then move to trace the slightly dark circles from past patches that are fading all over your thighs, then to the ones on your hips and stomach. The ones on your upper arms have faded more, but a few have bruises from where you failed to stop itching them, after the patch was off. It almost tickles, the way they linger on your skin. Softly, sweetly, the same way he'd touch you while laying together in bed.

You rest your head against his chest, and hug him close. "Thank you. For everything."

He hugs you back, and kisses your forehead. "Of course. Now, shall we get back to the bar downstairs? See if the boys managed to leave our drinks alone while we were gone?"

"I should probably put on pants and trousers first."

"Overrated, but if you insist," he giggles. "We'll only be taking them off later."

"True," you smile, but you redress regardless. 

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Later, downstairs sitting at the bar, your hand twitches as you try to itch through your trousers at the still irritated spots from the used patches. 

Without a word, Freddie reaches over and takes your hand in his, and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

#text post #LeeH writes #freddie mercury x reader #freddie mercury x male reader #freddie mercury x trans reader

[nothingelsematterswrites]

omg i neeeed more mermaid smut please!

lol I had no idea that you guys were going to like this so much

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(Warning, below cut is smut based on non-human biology and yes, I’m still making this up as I go.) This follows immediately from the previous one.

“Bri?” Roger asked softly. “Are you unhappy?”

Brian whirled around from where he’d been taking a drink by the fire, his eyes wide.

“God, no. I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”

“Then why are you over there, and not mating with me again?”

Brian laughed as he made his way back into the water.

“Because humans can’t stay in water forever, Roger. I just needed a drink. I’m here now.”

“Good. Because I don’t know how I can bear to be apart from you with the moon so full in the sky.”

Brian pulled Roger close to him, kissing him gently, and Roger sighed happily.

“I have an idea,” Brian whispered, and tugged him towards the ledge that acted as the wall of their little pool. The ledge itself was a little under water, enough that Roger’s body would be submerged, that he’d be able to breathe through the fine gills decorating his ribcage.

But shallow enough, as Brian proved, for Brian to straddle the merman’s tail.

“Oh? Is this closer to the position that humans usually mate in?” Roger smiled, his eyes sparkling as he pulled Brian down for another kiss.

“You could say that,” Brian murmured, letting his tongue dance along Roger’s lips. He hoped this would work - that Roger’s body would in just enough water to make him able…

His fingers sank easily behind the soft scales, probing the depth of Roger’s warmth and making him whimper and sigh.

“God, you look so beautiful like this,” Brian found himself transfixed, the golden waves of Roger’s hair floating around him, the haziness of the drooping blue eyes, the little glow of the silver mark in the hollow of his throat.

Roger could only reply breathlessly, “And you look so beautiful like this,” as he stared up at the dark curls framing the handsome face, the hazel eyes warm and bright and fixed on him, and the matching silver mark.

This time Brian’s cock sank easily into Roger, his back arching, tail flicking so that the fins brushed Brian’s ankles. Brian felt the prick of claws against his skin again and managed to say, somewhat breathlessly, “I didn’t know you had claws.”

A little flush crept across Roger’s cheekbones. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? I can usually control when they come out, but at full moon it is difficult -”

“No,” Brian whispered, closing his mouth over Roger’s. “No, I love it.”

Roger’s claws dug deeper into his skin, sending jolts running all over Brian’s body, and he drove his hips forward as hard as he could.

Roger cried out, his body rising to meet Brian’s thrusts, his eyes flashing silver again, and they moved together, fiercely, Brian feeling a tightening in his spine as his orgasm rushed up on him again.

“Bri - Bri, please,” Roger begged, and that was all it took. Brian’s hips stuttered and lost their rhythm as he came, white spots flashing behind his eyes as he felt Roger’s claws dig even deeper into his hips and heard Roger’s high wailing cry, the way he convulsed around him.

There was a long moment where no sound could be heard but the movement of the ocean around them, and their harsh breathing. Slowly, Brian became aware of how much the rock ledge was hurting his knees, so he pulled back reluctantly, only to have Roger whimper and hold on tighter.

“No.”

“I have to move, Rog, my knees -”

Roger simply rolled them over so that Brian was on his back. Pressed right up against Brian, his gills were only just under the water, but he didn’t seem to mind, laying his head on Brian’s chest happily.

“All right, then,” Brian smiled. “You want a cuddle, I get it.”

They lay together for what felt like hours, Roger whimpering whenever Brian tried to draw away. Just as he felt like he was going to drift off to sleep, his head propped on an oddly comfortable rock, he heard a faint splash.

Drawing his arms protectively around Roger, he peered into the darkness -

- only to come face to face with another merman who could only be John.

Brian had only ever seen John up close once before, the day he had rescued them. After that, the bodyguard had stayed well away. The looked at each other for a moment. John was handsome, not in the same way as Roger, Brian thought, but handsome all the same. There was a silvery sheen to his green eyes - was it the full moon wreaking its magic on John, too?

A little thrill of excitement raced up his spine as he realised John might have been watching them.

“Rog?” John said, his voice a little lower than Brian had expected. “Rog, come on.”

“No.” Roger’s tone was sulky. “Not yet.”

“Think you are the only one with the moon in his blood tonight?” John snarled impatiently. “I wish to be home before it is gone from the sky.”

“Don’t you and Freddie have enough children already?” Roger shot back, amused, and Brian suddenly realised that John, too, bore a small silver mark. So John was mated, then, presumably to another merperson. What was all this talk about children?

John rolled his eyes. “It’s not the point, Rog, and you know it.”

Roger frowned. “I am your Prince and you may not command me,” he said haughtily, which brought a rather frightening scowl to John’s face.

“No, but I am your friend and I may ask you.”

“John,” Brian said shyly, “if you want, I’ll keep him here with me and protect him. I’ll protect him until morning and you can come back then. If you like.”

John gave Brian a suspicious look.

“I just…I don’t want you to be apart from your mate because of us,” Brian said even more softly. “I…I know how that would feel, now.” He glanced down at Roger with a smile.

When he looked back at John, John was smiling too, the first time Brian had ever seen such an expression on the bodyguard’s face. It was quite dazzling, he thought. Whoever John’s mate was, they were a lucky merperson.

“I have underestimated you, hu-Brian,” he corrected himself, and Brian felt a surge of warmth. “Very well. I will hold you to your promise, and return at dawn. May Triton smile on you both.”

And with a flick of his tail, he was gone, leaving Brian and Roger alone to snuggle on their shelf.

#answering asks #my headcanons #maylor #deacury #mermaid au