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Howdy! Luna's the name and sexualizing old men is the game! I'm 27 years old, she/they pronouns. I've been writing fanfiction for about 15 years, starting in the old days of Quizilla!

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Do You Think We Should Be Closer(Roger Waters x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, alcohol, drunken sex, dub con mostly cause Roger is drunk, vaginal fingering, nipple play, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, Roger is very open in this one, angst word count: 1.7k pairings: Roger Waters x Fem!Reader summary: he spends his time drunk because spending time alone at home now that his marriage is over is worse than just numbing the pain. but you...oh you take away all his pain. a/n: I haven't felt this soft for Roger in so long, so please I hope you'll enjoy! this one is for the lovely @king-lena !! I really hope you like it!

It was late in the night when he came to your door. You knew he had been going through a lot lately and you were willing to help him, but Roger being himself wouldn’t let anyone inside his impenetrable wall. It worries you because you know that he can’t do it all by himself, and he most likely cannot take care of all those strong emotions inside of him.

When you open the door, he stands there with that cocky grin of his. He’s clearly drunk; the stumbling and the smell of whiskey is a dead giveaway. He tries to enter your apartment, but nearly stumbles over his feet.

“Heyyy, uh…” he giggles. “Can I come in?”

You open the door and take his hand. “Come on then.”

You guide him to the living room. He sits on the couch, his long legs spreading open and you can’t help but to look at the bulge in his tight jeans. Damn him for looking this good, even while suffering and being drunk. He reaches out for you but you shake your head.

“Sit tight, Rog. I’m going to make you some tea and get you some water.”

You swear you almost hear a whine coming from him, but he settles on the couch. In the kitchen, you make him some tea and pour him a cool glass of water. When you return to him, he almost seems relieved to see you haven’t just vanished out of thin air. You sit next to him and hand him the water.

“Drink it slowly,” you tell him.

He nods obediently. Then he takes a few sips. “Thank you, darling. You’re my lifesaver.”

Roger finishes the water slowly, then he lays his head on your shoulder. You flinch at first but then you wrap your arm around him. It’s not often that Roger is so affectionate, so you’re going to take it while you can.

“I got…too drunk,” he slurs.

“Yes, but it’s okay. You’re safe here with me. You can stay the night.”

He looks up at you and smiles such a cute and sweet boyish smile. It makes your heart melt. You begin to run your fingers through his hair, allowing him a chance to really calm down. Soon, you coax him to drink some tea.

“How’s your stomach? Feel like eating anything?”

Roger nods as he sips on his tea. “Hmmm…yeah okay.”

You return to him shortly with some crackers. It’s the only thing you could think of that won’t make him sick. Roger eats the crackers and drinks his tea, all while trying to be as close to you as he can.

It’s not long before he’s snuggling against you, clinging to you in a way. Something about alcohol has clearly opened him up and you’re loving it. You’re gentle with him as you play with his hair and rub his back.

“I wish…” he hiccups. “I wish we could always do this.”

“And why can’t we?”

Roger pouts. “Cause everyone thinks I’m a mean grump…”

He lets out another whine and gets even closer. You hold him, rubbing his back slowly. It was true, most people saw Roger as sort of stern, serious and not overly friendly. But you’ve known him for years and you know he’s lonely. And now that his marriage was most definitely down the drain, he was very lonely and very sad.

“I wish she didn’t leave me…I wish I could have been better,” he whispers. You almost don’t catch it, that’s how quiet he says it.

You cup his face in your hands and kiss his cheek. You don’t want to push things too far considering that he’s still intoxicated, but you figure this could be the best time to comfort him as well. If he were stone-cold sober, he’d never really listen.

“Oh Rog, don’t blame yourself. It’s okay…” you kiss his cheek again. “Things didn’t work out and that’s how it is sometimes.”

He clings to you again, “I fucked it all up.”

The tears in his eyes says it all. He’s feeling remorseful and hateful towards himself and the situation at hand. He hasn’t been spending time at home at all, and he spends most of his time outside of the studio drinking or at the bar. The other members of the band were becoming quite worried for the man himself.

“It didn’t work out. But you aren’t the only one at fault.”

“Yes I am, come on…don’t fuckin’ lie to me.”

You pull him closer and hug him close to your chest. All you can do is try to help him through this sad moment. There wasn’t much else you could do. Roger begins to cry, which surprises you entirely. He’s not one to cry in front of others, so you know you have a duty to make sure he’s comforted.

“Shhh…baby, it’s okay.”

He shakes his head. “D-don’t treat me like I’m fragile…”

You press a kiss to his forehead and wipe away his tears. There’s a moment where you both look at each other before you lean in to kiss each other. His lips are chapped and he tastes like cigarettes and whiskey, but you welcome it.

“D-don’t let go of me,” he whispers on your lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

You help him get up on his feet and you guide him to your bedroom this time. He sits on the bed, looking down at his hands in his lap. You get a warm washcloth and help wash his face before you begin to undress him. 

First the high-heeled boots that give him even more height. You take the time to rub his feet, which earns you a relaxed sigh from the bassist sitting on your bed. Then you unbuckle his belt and help pull off his pants. Once he’s just in his t-shirt and boxers, you help him get under the covers. 

He looks up at you, his hand on yours as you begin to pull away. There’s a look in his eyes that suggests that he doesn’t want to be alone at all. You climb onto the bed, sitting next to him. He rests his head on your chest and you begin to play with his hair.

“Am I unloveable?” He asks, his voice trembling.

“That’s nonsense. You are loveable. You’re worthy of love.”

He huffs and nuzzles against your breasts even more. He seems almost childlike in this way, which tugs on your heartstrings. It’s no surprise to anyone that you have developed feelings for Roger, considering how long you two have known one another. You’ve always respected his marriage and never made a move, but right now he needs someone. He needs you.

“Show me,” he pleads. “Show me that I am worthy of love.”

Your heart skips a beat and begins pounding in your chest. You never knew what this moment might look like, if it even was going to happen. You begin to undress and you gasp when Roger reaches for the hem of your shirt. You allow him to take it off.

“I want to be so close to you,” he admits.

His face is warm on your chest, his lips trying to find one of your nipples. Your cheeks burn as he begins to suckle on the pert bud. You don’t judge him, instead you coo soft words of praise and play with his hair.

“I want to be loved,” he whines with your nipple in his mouth. “Please love me.”

The words hit your heart even harder. This man, usually so cold and calculated and serious, has pulled down his walls for you to see the real him. A man who’s begging to be loved, begging to be treated the way he deserves to be. 

Within a flurry of kisses and movements, the two of you find yourselves naked and under the covers. Roger clings to you, his long legs tangled with yours. His lips on your breasts once more, suckling on your nipples and slowly grinding against your thigh.

“I know…I know I’m drunk but…”

You hush him. “It’s okay. We can do this,”

His eyes are clear when they look at you. You don’t really see much of that same drunk man that knocked on your door. You see a man begging for love. And with that, you spread your legs.

Roger eagerly plays with your wet core. He spreads your folds, rubbing your clit slowly. As you two begin to make out, it only makes you even more aroused. Soon he slips two of his fingers into you, making you gasp. You’ve fantasized about this for a long time, but you could have never imagined how natural this would feel. His kisses are a bit sloppier and hungrier, but you match them with equal passion.

Your little whines of his name make his cock throb. He presses kisses to your throat, moaning and whimpering in time with your own sounds of pleasure. It’s not long before you fall off the edge, squeezing his fingers. Roger lets you ride out your high before he pulls out the digits and replaces them with the head of his cock.

The two of you are panting as he slides into you. It’s almost too good to be true. He’s splitting you open, but it feels so good. You want to be this full, this full of him. As he begins to rock his hips, he leans against your breasts again and sucks on your nipples.

“I love you,” he whimpers.

You moan. “Oh Rog, I love you too.”

He looks up at you, thrusting into you slowly and deeply. It’s as if your souls are joining together and as much as that is so cliche and cheesy, it makes you feel even more bonded and connected to the man who’s making love to you.

“Come for me, please please please,” he begs.

Your muscles twitch in anticipation as his cock keeps ramming against your sweet spot. His pubic bone rubs against your clit over and over, and you cry out as the pleasure overtakes you. Blissful waves of euphoria roll through you, making your body numb from head to toe. 

His eyes roll back as you reach your peak, and he lets out the sweetest moan as he spills inside of you. Roger rides out his own high, then he stays snuggled up against you. Once more, he suckles on your nipple and you run your fingers through his hair.

“That’s my good boy.”

He smiles and hums softly. “I want to be yours…your good boy…”

The two of you stay joined like this, not wanting to move just yet. If this is what will bring comfort to your lover, you’re happy to stay just like this.

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[echoesonthedarkside]

Only Last Summer(Syd Barrett x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, angst, set in 1967 the first time Pink Floyd goes to Formentera, reader is married to Syd, oral sex(fem receiving), semi-public sex, penetrative sex, mentions of conception and pregnancy word count: 1.4k pairings: Syd Barrett x Fem!Reader summary: your husband is tired and the band decides to take a vacation to a small island to help him after a string of cancellations of shows. you and Syd soak up the sun and try to relax, and you remind him of the promise you made when you got married.

The sun was so warm. The days were spent in a daze. They all thought this might help Syd with his exhaustion and whatever else was going on inside that mind of his. What they didn’t realize was that it ended up being a bit of an impromptu honeymoon for the two of you.

Of course your husband was tired. The back to back shows after the success of the album wasn’t helping at all. You tried your best to help him relax, but you knew he was coming apart at the seams. So when someone mentioned going to Formentera, you knew it would be perfect.

The sunshine was good. It felt like being wrapped up in a warm blanket that just came out of the dryer. The water felt good, and it too was warm and comforting. You and Syd spent a lot of time on the beach, rubbing sunscreen on each other and just enjoying the ocean.

He sits on the blanket and lights up his cigarette. You join him, leaning your head on his shoulder. It’s a bit cloudy today but not uncomfortable. Syd takes a deep drag of his cigarette, and then passes it to you.

“This is like heaven,” he says softly.

“I couldn’t agree more.” 

The two of you share this moment, enjoying the sun peeking through the clouds and the cigarette that is passed between the two of you. It’s quiet, with only the waves to give you a little song. That’s all you both really needed.

Then Syd pulls you down to lie with him, and he strokes your hair. To him, you look so beautiful in your bathing suit. To come to this island, it was a blessing and a boon. He feels like his troubles have been melted away.

“Wish we could stay here forever,” he whispers in your ear.

“Me too, love.”

He’s gentle with you. He touches you like you’re going to break. It's always been this way with Syd. He’s a gentle lover, through and through. He loves you with every bit of his being. Though things haven’t been great lately, he’s still showing you the love he wants to show you.

“I wanted to apologize,” he whispers.

You shake your head. “No, no need for that.”

Syd sighs softly and runs his fingers through his hair. You were too sweet for your own good. He feels as though he’s put you through hell and still you’re willing to be so gentle with him. You love him so fiercely and so deeply, it makes him feel like he is actually worth it.

“Listen to me,” you begin. “I married you because I adore you. We recited our vows to each other and I promised you I’d be here for you whenever you needed me, no matter what. I intend to keep that promise.”

There’s a lump in his throat now. You can see the tears beginning to form in his beautiful eyes. You lean in close and kiss his lips.

“What if I get bad?” His voice is trembling now.

“Bad? What do you mean by that?”

He gets a little closer. His eyes are open and you can see the anguish in them. It hurts you to see your husband like this, but you know he’s not doing well mentally. You promised you’d take care of him, through sickness and health.

“Darling, it’s no surprise to anyone that I’m not doing well.”

You take his hands in yours, “it’s alright. You’ve been through a lot. You’re under a lot of stress.”

Syd looks away, almost ashamed. “It’s just all of this is so much. How am I supposed to deal with it all?”

“Maybe you don’t have to deal with it all at once? Regardless of what happens next, I’m here for you.”

Syd clings to you, squeezing you to his chest. He holds you close, his fingers tracing little patterns on your skin as a means to ground himself. You were his anchor, his lifeline. You had been with him through every little moment of his life and now you were here with him and you weren’t giving up on him. You’re careful as you begin to rub his back as well.

“Don’t…” he swallows hard. “Don’t let go of me.”

You rest your forehead against his. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The moment feels electric, sensual and passionate. His eyes look into yours, giving you an idea of what’s going on inside his head. Then you see the little smile turn into a smirk before he leans in to kiss you. It’s a hungry kiss, the kind of kiss that says ‘I need you’.

Syd pushes you down onto the blanket, and he looks around to make sure you’re all alone. You haven’t seen anyone coming this far down onto the beach for hours. He begins to undo your bathing suit, stripping you of the little bits of clothing that hugged your curves. He then leans back in to kiss you sloppily.

“It’s our honeymoon,” he says with a boyish laugh. “We were supposed to go somewhere else, but this is perfect.”

He spreads your legs, looking down at your little pussy. Ever since you first were intimate, Syd’s been absolutely obsessed with your cunt. He spends hours upon hours feasting on it, kissing it, licking it, playing with it. Just the scent of you mixed in with the tropical scent of your sunscreen has his cock throbbing in his swimming briefs.

He smiles up at you before diving down to lick your clit. His tongue circles the swollen bud a few times before he’s sucking it between his lips. You shudder and run your fingers through his hair as the pleasure rushes through your body. Syd lets out sweet little groans and moans of pleasure as he laps at you. 

“I’m so close,” you whine.

“Come for me, my pretty wife.”

Just the sound of his voice would be enough to send you over the edge. His name falls from your lips as you come undone, your walls clamping down around nothing and your clit twitching with each wave of euphoria.

It takes him no time to pull off his briefs and to use his cock to smear your slick all over. He moans as he slides into you, inch by inch. Once he’s bottomed out, he rests his head on your chest and takes a moment to adjust.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

“I love you too.”

He picks up at a steady pace, making you moan just for him. On this island, tucked away on the beach far from everyone else, it feels like this is your own little world. For the first time in weeks, Syd feels like his mind is clear and not loud. It’s quiet and all he can hear is you moaning for him.

When your legs wrap around him, Syd feels like he’s in heaven. He begins to pump into you deeper and harder. The way he’s working to get you off has you very aroused. He fucks you with the sole purpose of making you cum, and he thinks only of his pleasure as secondary. You pull him in for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. His hand slides down between the two of you as he rubs your clit.

“Come for me, please.” He whines. “Please, darling.”

With every thrust, and every swipe of his fingers, you get closer and closer to that divine peak. You cry out his name as the dam breaks and you’re sent hurtling over the edge. Syd groans as your cunt begins to milk him.

“C-coming, darling…” he whines so sweetly.

Thick shots of his seed begin to fill you, cementing this even more as a honeymoon than just a getaway to fix your husband’s troubles. The two of you cling to one another as you ride out this high. It feels like the two of you are the only two in this world. Then he slumps down against you, smiling up at you with that boyish grin.

“There,” he laughs. “A bun in the oven, perhaps?”

You smile and smooth the hair back from his face. “Let’s hope, darling.”

The sound of the crashing waves and soft cries of the seagulls becomes your lullaby in the moment. All troubles tucked away for this time as you and your husband enjoy the peace that only this quiet part of the world could bring you.

And for everything else that would come from it, you’d deal with it together. Like you always do.

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Word Count: 1,674 Warnings: adultery, domestic, fighting, roger is an asshole in this i'm sorry, fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, talk of pregnancy and conceiving, angst, seriously there's no happy ending it's just angst, singer-songwriter!reader Notes: Inspired by @echoesonthedarkside and of course the song Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac! I definitely recommend listening to it while you read this because it will make the vibes all the more immaculate.

It was supposed to be the best time of your lives. After working your asses off, your dreams were coming true. Pink Floyd was riding high on the waves of success, and you were able to focus on your own songwriting career instead of working a mindless 9-5 to stay afloat. You were happy travelling with Roger when Pink Floyd toured and spending time together in your quiet home in the country when they weren’t. Among it all, you wrote your own music based on the love you shared with your muse and the adventures you’d shared. 

Then, something changed. 

He pulled away. Roger was never one to shy away from his feelings, sometimes overshadowing your own with his staggering presence. Somehow that never bothered you. You were content to hide in his shadow as long as he was yours and you were his. As long as it still felt like you were a unit taking on the world together. 

“I want a family,” he’d said suddenly one night after spending most of the evening locked in his studio sullen. 

“We are a family. You, me, the cats…” 

“I mean children, you know that.” 

Your brows furrowed as you took in  his words. Sure, the topic had come up before. You both wanted children eventually, but the time didn’t feel right for you. 

“Roger, this is kind of sudden,” you said finally. 

“Everyone else has children.” 

“In the band, you mean.” 

“Of course,” he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His jaw was tense and a dimple showed in his chin. 

“I-I just started working on my album, and you’re going on tour in a few months. I won’t be able to go if I’m pregnant.” 

“You don’t have to follow me on every tour,” he sighed. “And we have a home studio. You can comfortably work on your little project.” 

You took a deep breath to ground yourself. His words were always venomous when he was emotional, and obviously this was something he’d been pondering for a while. So, as usual, you made your feelings smaller to accommodate him. 

“Maybe after the tour—” 

He didn’t let you finish before standing up so quickly his chair crashed to the floor. You’d never considered that Roger might hit you before, but in that moment you found yourself flinching anyway. He wasn’t the pensive bassist you’d fallen for anymore. You didn’t recognize the eyes staring into yours. 

“You’re not coming on the tour,” he growled. “You’re going to stay home like a proper wife.” 

Something snapped in the air at those words. The tension dissipated as Roger, for once, realized he’d gone too far. He saw your eyes widen, the tears welling up in them. Tears he put there. 

“Shit,” he mutters before bending down to pick up his chair. He stands awkwardly, starting to reach for you only to stop just before touching your shoulder. 

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he said finally. Never apologizing, not really. Always stopping just short of the words ‘I’m sorry’ just as he’d stopped short of offering a comforting touch.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you said softly, pushing your dinner plate away as your stomach soured. “I’m going to go upstairs.” 

That night he waited until he knew you were asleep before tiptoeing to bed. He undressed and crawled beside you, reaching in the darkness to wrap his arm around you. You stir as he pulled you close and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your head. He half expected you to reject him, but instead you rolled over to tuck yourself against his side. 

“I love you,” you whispered sleepily. 

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The Spring rolled around, and Pink Floyd was busy getting ready for their tour. Their first show would be in London, and so you arrived at the sound check just like all the other wives. Ginger was happily sitting on David’s amp, cradling their baby in her arms while he tuned his guitar. You felt a stir of longing in your stomach, although the topic hadn’t come up again with Roger. You planned to tell him tonight that you want to start trying. You could fly out to some of the shows, since you had opted not to come on tour after all, and maybe during breaks the two of you could slip away somewhere to try to conceive. 

“Where’s Rog?” you asked as you approached David and Ginger. David wouldn’t look at you, which was odd for the guitarist who was usually so friendly. 

Ginger passed him a look before smiling up at you nervously, “He’s in his dressing room.” 

“Thanks,” you said before kneeling down to greet their little one. 

That’s where you were, doting happily on the little baby that Ginger had passed to your waiting arms, when Roger comes to the front stage. He looks dumbfounded when he sees you, guilt rising into his chest at the sight of you. 

“Sweetheart,” he calls softly as he comes to your side. 

David promptly gets up to walk away, and you pass the baby back to Ginger so she can follow. The whole thing was odd. 

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” Roger said as you leaned up to kiss his cheek. “I thought you had to record.” 

“I wanted to surprise you,” you smiled up at him. 

“I-I see,” he forced a smile. “I am surprised. Very surprised.” 

“In a good way, I hope,” you said shyly. 

“Of course, darling,” he kissed your cheek. “Damn, I’ve got to call Mum. I promised her I’d call before we went on.” 

“Oh, alright,” you smiled softly. 

As he walked away, something felt wrong in your gut. You wanted to vomit. Looking around the stage at the other band members and their wives, you can feel their pity. The walls were closing in around you, and you tried with all your might to seem calm as you walked backstage. 

You were trying to calm yourself down when you entered the long corridor lined with dressing rooms and leading to the small lobby area. You heard Roger’s voice. Tender and quiet as he whispered to someone on the phone. You tiptoed down the hall, stopping just out of his sight. He was using a payphone, his lanky frame leaned against the wall. 

“I didn’t know she was coming tonight,” he said softly. “I know…I know, love. Listen, I’ll be in New York by the weekend. You can fly out to see me, alright?” There’s a silence as he listened to whoever he talked to. “No, no. They won’t tell her. I know their secrets too.” 

“What secrets are that?” you asked loudly as you rounded the corner. “That you’re a filthy fucking liar?” 

“Baby,” he gasped and slammed the phone to the receiver. “Shit, baby, listen. It’s not what you think, alright. Just listen to me—” 

“I’m fucking done listening to you! I’m done! All I’ve done for seven years is fucking listen to you and make myself small for you!” you yelled. 

“Don’t get hysterical now,” he pleaded, embarrassed at the idea of someone overhearing. 

“Hysterical? You think this is hysterical?” you laughed mockingly. “Fine, I’ll be small and quiet. Would you like that?”

He didn’t respond, only watched as you came closer to him. You were in his face, close enough to kiss; your breaths mingling for what you knew would be the last time. 

“Is this better?” you asked in a delicate whisper. “You can go and have your little affair. You can marry her and fuck her and fill her up with as many babies as you want. But you will never forget me. You will hear my voice in your dreams. Every time you turn on the radio I’ll fucking be there. And in the middle of the night when you’re laying next to your ‘proper wife’ you’re going to wish she was me.” 

His eyes were wide, and for the first time since you’d met him he was speechless. You backed away, tears streaming down your cheeks yet your posture showed strength instead of defeat. 

“I loved you, Roger Waters. With everything I had. And when all of this is gone, when you’re not Mister Rockstar anymore, you’re going to realize you threw away the only person who loved every bit of you, the good and the bad.” 

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The divorce was quieter than his affair had been. Despite the warnings he’d received from his lawyers and everyone in between, you didn’t try to put  him through the ringer. In fact, the last time he saw you sitting across the table at the lawyer’s office, you hadn’t even looked at him. 

“I don’t want anything. I just want this done,” you’d said coldly. Your lawyer had argued he wanted his fees paid, and Roger had agreed to that much. You signed the agreement without hesitation, then placed the small velvet box holding your wedding ring on the table. 

“Alright, if that is all…” his lawyer had wrapped up awkwardly. 

You’d stopped at the door, only turning your head slightly towards him, “I wish you nothing but the best.” 

Two weeks later, Roger had been getting into his new shiny car with his new shiny love to go for a drive. She wanted to look at a new house, something bigger and fancier than the quiet cottage the two of you had called home for the duration of your marriage. 

When he started the engine, your voice rang through the speakers. It was gentle and sweet. For a moment, he was frozen in his seat. With each lyric he saw your lives together play through his mind. Every smile you shared, every night spent curled in bedsheets. His hands trembled on the steering wheel. His oblivious new lover changed the station. 

“I hear that song every time I get in the car, I swear,” she said with a sigh. 

Roger swallowed hard and started backing out of the driveway. His heart raced as though he’d just seen a ghost. 

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Teacher, Teacher(Professor!Roger Waters x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, age gap, student-teacher relationships, AU where Roger became a history professor instead of a rockstar, virginity loss, vaginal fingering, use of a condom, oral sex(fem receiving), alcohol, smoking, somewhat dark themes, semi-public sex, dacryphillia, meant to be 90s Roger for the fic but whatever you think is alright too word count: 2.7k pairings: Professor!Roger Waters x Fem!Reader summary: he's your professor but he can teach you things that you don't learn in class... a/n: for @sunflowergirlofthe1970s hope this helps make your day a little brighter!!!

You were determined to get a good grade. Nevermind the fact that your professor, Mr. Waters was a total smokeshow. That wasn’t the point. The point was to be ambitious, to study hard and to get a good grade. You wanted to pass this class with flying colors, just like your other classes. You were a good student, but sometimes you worried that your attraction to your professor might be an issue.

Every class with him was hell. You tried every way to keep your focus on the material at hand, but the way he spoke and those large hands of his made you drool. You were turning into a horny teenager rather than a studious college woman.

You weren’t the only one who had their eyes on him. Lots of the young women in your class were fawning over Mr. Waters. He was very intelligent too and that voice of his seemed to always draw you in. So you were in for a wild ride.

This day wasn’t unlike the others. You were in your history class, the man in question is upfront and you’re desperately trying to stay focused. Somehow today was a better day for you to remain as focused as possible. Mr. Waters seems to be in a bit of a teasing mood, so he’s picking on all kinds of people.

“Alright, this next one will be on the exam.” He announces, his eyes scanning the room for his next victim. “Can anyone tell me the dates of the Battle of Stalingrad?”

The room goes quiet save for a few mutters here and there. You felt too shy to raise your hand, but you knew the dates. You studied over and over, memorizing dates until they became almost your motto. Mr. Waters smirks as he asks one of the cute girls in the front, but she doesn’t know. Then he asks one of the jocks next to her, and she’s just as clueless. When he looks at you, you wish you could shrink down and become invisible. His stare is almost a little too much, like he can look directly into your soul.

“How about you, miss? Do you know the answer?”

All eyes are on you now. You swallow hard but you manage to sit up on your seat. Then you clear your throat and try to speak up, but the words get caught in your throat.

“What was that?” Mr. Waters asks.

“It was from July 1942 to February 1943,” you say more confidently.

“Oh brilliant, very brilliant. Glad to see someone has brains here.”

His praise causes a shiver to go down your spine. He continues his lecture, but he keeps his eyes on you. Every time your gaze locks with his, you feel this magnetism wanting to keep you closer to him. You never thought you’d be this attracted to him, but this cemented it for you.

By the time the class was over, you found yourself strolling over to his desk. You adjust the strap on your shoulder; this was a nervous tic that you used to calm you down, but right now it was failing miserably. Mr. Waters looks up from his papers on his desk and he smiles politely.

“You are very knowledgeable,” he praises. “I’m glad that world history hasn’t managed to bore everyone.”

You shake your head. “No, of course not. Especially not when you give such passionate lectures.”

This makes him laugh and it’s a sound you want to hear over and over again. He grins and then looks up at you. “Passionate lectures…hmmm thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

There’s a moment of silence before you realize you either have to ask him for help to see more of him or you have to leave and just decide that this is all you’ll have. It feels wrong to even ask him for help, cause you know that hitting on him is wrong. But dammit, you were so attracted to him.

“My office hours are from three pm to six pm, so please, catch me then. Alright?”

The words catch you off guard. You wondered just how he knew you were asking for this. He just grins and waves you off dismissively for now. You take your leave, your heart feeling just a little heavy, but your mind swirling with all kinds of things.

As three o'clock rolls by, you wander towards his office. Your heart is in your stomach, your stomach is in knots and you don’t even want to think about what the throbbing between your legs really meant. You try to quell it, calming it and getting yourself under control for real. Then you knock on the door, and he replies with a ‘Come in’.

When you open the door to his office, you’re not at all surprised to find the WWII memorabilia scattered about. British flags, posters showcasing maps, and lots of photographs are adorning the walls. You look around before allowing your gaze to fall on the man in front of you. He sits at his desk, looking a bit more relaxed.

“Come on in. I won’t bite.”

There’s a teasing lilt to his voice that excites you. You close the door behind you and approach him. He looks at you, his eyes alight with excitement as well. Then you sit on the chair in front of his desk.

“What would you like to discuss? Do you need studying advice?” Once again, he’s teasing you.

“I…I would like that.”

Though you wanted advice, the two of you began a very passionate conversation about history. Specifically WWII and the aftermath. You’ve never found someone so passionate about this era in history than your professor. And the more he talks, the more you find yourself attracted to him.

It’s not long before your eyes lock once more, but this time it’s much different. He’s looking at you differently, making you shudder. He gently traces your face with his finger, pushing some of your hair out of your face. 

“You are a gorgeous little girl,” he whispers.

His voice is almost haunting, making you go crazy with just one compliment. It’s like he’s beckoning you over with almost nothing but his voice; a siren in the ocean coaxing you to your death. Instead of a watery grave, you end up on his lap.

“Good girl,” he purrs. “I knew this is really what you wanted.”

With that, he leans in and kisses you. It’s a little sweet, but soon it turns into something hungry. Something hungry and demanding…and he begins to slide his tongue into your mouth. It greedily explores every crevice before tangling with your own tongue, making you moan. The sound alone has him throbbing in his pants.

Roger’s fingers tangle in your hair as he pulls you closer, his lips staying locked with yours. You’re a little inexperienced, but you try your best not to let on. His other hand slides up your thigh, pushing your skirt up. He smirks into the kiss when he realizes just how eager you are to spread your legs just for him.

“That’s a good girl.”

His praise continues to make you weak in the knees. You don’t know how to stop yourself from wanting this. It’s just so easy to fall for his charms. Roger begins to toy with your pussy through your panties, his cock pressing up against your ass. He’s grunting in your ear as he pushes your panties aside.

“You were asking for this, weren’t you?” He asks, his voice deep.

You shake your head. “Didn’t mean to…I just…”

He hushes you softly. “It’s okay. It’s okay to want pleasure. No shame in that.”

You relax against him as he plays with your clit. Every move he makes is calculated and thought out. His fingers spread your folds, allowing him to venture a little deeper. You let out a gasp when one of his long fingers penetrates you.

“Look at how wet you are,” he whispers. “Just dripping.”

The more he fingers you, the more he realizes just how tight you are. He’s being as gentle as he can be. Roger realizes that you are probably a virgin or very inexperienced, and he wants to make sure you feel pleasure. His thumb rubs your clit slowly, making you whine.

He edges you over and over until you come undone with a cute whimper of his name. He’s never heard you call him by his first name before, so it’s even more arousing. Roger helps you ride out your high before he pulls your panties back on and helps you recover.

“You should go,” his voice is quiet. “Meet me at this address later.”

He scribbles down the address to a hotel on the far side of town. With a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, he presses a kiss to your cheek. You grab the piece of paper and you leave, a throbbing resides between your thighs.

You’re nervous when you get to the hotel. You don’t really know what to make of this, but you’re too intrigued to let it go. He was your professor, yeah, but he was also the man who touched you intimately for the first time. As you had gone home and got ready for this rendezvous, all these thoughts played in your mind. 

Isn’t this wrong? Is he playing you for a fool? What did he want out of this?

Yet you enjoyed it. You loved the way he made you come undone so effortlessly. He toyed with you for so long and basically made you sob with just his fingers. Now you knew the real deal was coming. This would be the big moment for you.

Your hand shakes as you knock on the hotel room door. The door swings open and there stands Mr. Waters. He looks more relaxed like this, his eyes alight with excitement when he sees you.

“Come in, sweetheart.” 

The door closes behind you, making you jump. He chuckles and gently rubs your back. He makes a comment about you being so skittish before guiding you to the sofa. You both sit down and he pours you a drink.

“I’m glad you came,” he admits sheepishly.

You take a sip of your drink. “I’m glad I did too.”

The two of you sip on your drinks and chat, allowing yourselves to relax before getting to the main event. The more you drink, the more relaxed you find yourself. Roger lights up a cigarette, and you watch as he brings it to his lips and inhales. It’s almost erotic in nature.

You get a little closer, growing a bit more confident with the liquid courage flowing through your veins. You press a kiss to his cheek, making him smirk. He takes a deep drag, exhaling a plume of smoke. His eyes are kinder now, showing you a more vulnerable side of himself.

“Why are you so shy?” He inquires softly, his hand caressing your cheek.

You shrug and take another sip. “I-I don’t know.”

But he can see it in you. There’s something you don’t necessarily show. It kind of all comes spilling out. You tell your professor about your anxieties and worries, the way you feel like your family abandoned you in a sense and now you feel like you’ve got no friends.

Roger is gentle as he pulls you back onto his lap, and he tells you about his own familial troubles. He confesses how he lost his father when he was just a baby due to the war. He talks about the way his mother raised him and his brother, and he even talks about a failed attempt at a music career.

“And now, I’m recently divorced. So it’s been lonely…” his voice is laced with regret and sadness. “You must think I’m pretty pathetic.”

You cup his face in your hands and kiss him. “Far from it. I think you’re amazing.”

The kiss turns into something hungrier, just like back in his office. His hands are gentle as he undresses you through the flurry of kisses. Once you’re naked, he picks you up and brings you to the bed. He smiles down at you, noticing how you look up at him with such affection in your eyes.

“Is this your first time?” He asks.

You nod. “Y-yeah.”

He kicks off his shoes and unbuckles his belt. Roger crawls onto the bed to capture your lips in a deep kiss. He kisses you with a fiery passion that ignites the flames inside of you. You eagerly spread your legs, and he’s eager with his explorations.

Once more, he slips a finger into you. This time he’s a big rougher, making you whimper. He coos sweet words of praise to help calm you, but he’s growing more excited about deflowering you than he would have imagined. Your cunt is so tight and the thought of sliding into you has his cock throbbing in his boxers.

He smirks as he kisses down your body, stopping only to give your nipples some attention as his fingers open you up just for him. Then when he begins to kiss and suck your clit, you fall off the edge almost immediately. Just having him pleasure you like this has you so excited.

You catch your breath as he reaches for a condom. Through hooded eyes, you watch him roll it onto his thick shaft. His fingers return to your hole, opening you up a little more. His lips find yours in a passionate kiss. This was truly happening and you didn’t want it to end. You wanted this to continue.

Roger keeps your legs spread, and then you feel his cock prodding your hole. Your eyes water at the sensation of being stretched. It didn’t hurt so much as it was overwhelming. He leans in to kiss you, this one a little more gentle and soft. He grunts as he slips inside of you, bottoming out.

Despite wanting to give you time to adjust, he begins pumping into you hard and fast. You’re crying now, but you know it will pass. This feeling of being overwhelmed will disappear. Roger looks down at you and his cock throbs. He never knew anything like this could completely turn him on.

“That’s my good little girl,” he growls.

“Daddy,”

The word slips from your lips and soon you find yourself with your legs over his shoulders and him pounding into you. The pleasure bursts forth from deep inside of you as he keeps ramming against your sweet spot.

“Say it again,” he reaches between you to rub your clit. “Call me daddy again.”

You whimper, “daddy please.”

He growls again, picking up his speed. You watch him from your spot on the bed, looking up at the man who’s rearranging your guts. There’s something so sensual about this position, despite him fucking you hard. When he leans in to kiss you, this is when you fall off the edge.

The pulsing of your walls brings him to his own orgasm. Roger’s hips stutter as he begins to fill up the condom. He’s never cum so hard before, it’s like his mind is on another plane of thinking. His whole body shudders as you both ride out the intense high. Then he slumps down on you, looking up at you from his spot on your chest.

“You okay?” He asks in a soft voice.

Despite you still crying, you nod. “I’m alright.”

Sitting up on his knees now, he pulls out and takes off the condom. You watch as he makes his way to the bathroom to clean himself off. When he returns, he has a warm washcloth. He’s gentle as he cleans you up, then he helps you sit up. He’s so gentle with you as he helps you drink some water.

Then there’s a bit of a silence as he sits on the edge of the bed, lighting his cigarette. An emptiness sits in the air as you realize you’ve really just lost your virginity to your college professor. When you crawl over to him, he wraps his arm around you.

“Thanks, little darling.” He kisses the top of your head. “Thanks for helping an old man feel less lonely, You smile and kiss his cheek. “Thank you for being my first.”

And the first time in a little while, the two of you feel like you’re a little more whole.

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[echoesonthedarkside]

Little Fairy Light.

Little fairy light,

Glow so high and so bright.

We would miss you forever,

And ever and ever(Emily).

Softness in your words,

Light in your eyes.

Where am I to go?

Without you in the skies.

Fairy light,

Do you glow aways?

Who has dimmed your light?

You couldn't put up a fight.

Dark globe that covers the world,

Madcap that laughs with us all.

There's nothing anymore,

But forever we will sing your words.

Prince of the dreams,

The little gnome in the yard,

The moon cries for you.

For you, Syd. For you always. Remember to glow bright, little fairy light.

[echoesonthedarkside]

You've Got Me Pretty Deep, Baby(Sid Vicious x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, alcohol, drugs, oral sex(fem receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting/female ejaculation, Nancy isn't around in this universe I guess???, depictions of living in squalor word count: 1k pairings: Sid Vicious x Fem!Reader summary: after a show, you follow Sid back to his flat. once you get there, he rocks your world...then he shows you the vulnerable side of him. a/n: first time writing Sid Vicious in probably more than 10 years now...hope you'll enjoy!

You weren’t even really thinking straight when you made your way to his place. He held onto your hand, sending butterflies tumultuously through your stomach. He towered over you, trying his best to coral you towards the dilapidated staircase that led to the rough-looking apartment door. In your state, you’re not going to complain or make any real observations about this place.

“This is me,” he chuckles. “Well, me and John.”

Sid unlocks the door, then he kicks it open. You smirk at him, giving him a chance to swoop down and give you a messy kiss. Then he pushes you inside, making you stumble over your own feet. Sid laughs before he pulls you back up, and then he slams the door shut behind him.

The place is an absolute mess. There’s food scraps, newspaper, drug paraphernalia strewn about the floor. The kitchen is a downright pigsty; the sink is filled with dirty dishes, the fridge looks like it may house some newly radioactive mouldy food. You dismiss it all in favor of Sid leading you towards the bedroom.

You tumble onto the beaten up and aging mattress, letting out a little “oof” as you fall down. Sid appreciates the way your breasts jiggling in your tight little top. He climbs on top of you, kissing you sloppily. He smells like cigarettes and booze, but you find yourself much too intoxicated by the beer and the drugs you took to even care…and even moreso, you find yourself intoxicated by him.

His hands are calloused and his nails are prickly on your skin as he undresses you. The moans you let out are real and raw; you’re very aroused at the moment and you want him to know. When Sid spreads your thighs, you let out a downright embarrassing moan.

“Needy little cunt, hm?” He teases. His long fingers brush against your sopping wet pussy through your panties.

It doesn’t take long for him to pull off the soiled undergarment. He tosses them behind him to join the rest of the mess that’s littering the ground. Sid manoeuvres himself onto his stomach, immediately lapping at your cunt.

Your nails rake through his hair, tugging softly to bring him even closer. He may be sloppy and maybe a tiny bit inexperienced about this, but he’s so eager. He unashamedly humps the bed as he eats you out. His eyes snap up to meet with yours, making your stomach do flips. 

“So fuckin’ close,” you whine.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. Sid wraps his lips around your swollen bud, suckling on it. His fingers prod your little hole, slipping inside to reach that golden spot that makes you see stars. All of this coupled with the drugs in your system makes you reach your peak sooner than expected. You cry out as you begin to gush all over him.

“Goddamn!” Sid yells, but he’s diving right back in to drink up all of you.

You’re left a twitching and moaning mess on the soiled mattress. Sid doesn’t give you much time to rest as he undresses himself. Then he flips you onto your hands and knees and he spreads your ass cheeks. Your cunt is so wet and juicy, he doesn’t think you need even more foreplay. He slams into you, making you cry out.

“Fuuuuuckkk…” he grunts. “Fuckin’ tight.”

He begins at a rough pace, slamming into you over and over. Your legs feel like they could give out at any moment. The more his cock rams against your cervix, the more you feel the pain melding into pure pleasure. He reaches down to rub your clit, making you gush even more. He’s growing addicted to making you squirt like this, and there’s no stopping him when he gets addicted to something.

“Look at you,” he growls in your ear as he leans closer. “A little fountain just for me, eh?”

You can’t even think properly to answer him coherently. All you can think about is how good it is to have him fucking you like this. You never thought you’d be in this position with Sid Vicious, but you were certainly not going to complain. This was the raw fucking you were craving.

“Should have been fucking you so long ago,” he grunts. “Should have been ruining this pussy.”

He grabs onto your hair, pulling you closer to him as he fucks you senseless. In this position, he eagerly turns your head so you can share a very messy and hungry kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, and he’s basically drooling as he kisses you and fucks you in just the way he wants.

“Gonna cum.” Sid moans. “Fucking cumming into this tight little cunt.”

He slams his hips into your ass as he begins to unload deep inside of you, spilling that seed and messing up your insides. You’re left panting and whimpering as the pain begins to overtake your system. Sid pulls out, enjoying the way his cum dribbles out of your puffy and used pussy.

Then he surprises you. Sid pulls you close to him as he lays down on the bed and he runs his fingers through your hair. It’s a vulnerable moment for the two of you.

“You okay?” He whispers.

“A little sore, but yeah I’m okay.”

“Shouldn’t have been that rough with you…” his voice is tinged with regret. “Should have been more gentle.”

He lets you rest on the bed. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to try and stop the room from spinning as you are truly fucked up now. When Sid returns, he hands you a half-full bottle of water he procured from god knows where and he cleans you up with a washcloth. You whimper as it stings, but you’re grateful for the aftercare regardless.

“Sorry I don’t have more,” he admits. “Next time maybe we can do this at your place.”

You smile. “There will be a next time then?”

Sid leans in and kisses you deeply. “You better believe it. I’m not letting you go now.”

[moreummagumma]

I really don't know what to say, he was illegal 😩

[eledhwen01]

[cryingfor-themoon]

Like with the dialogue

Oh! Well, my advice is watch/listen to interviews to get a feel for how they speak and their sense of humor, that kind of thing.

[cryingfor-themoon]

Hey I was wondering if you can give some tips of writing PF fanfiction? I’m trying to write some and I’m stuck

Hm, could you be more specific? What's hanging you up?

[paulgadzikowski]

[mossghoul]

Distinct from fine art, it’s also about avoiding developing the skill of written composition (forget vocab, spelling, grammar, appropriate word choice, proof-reading), it’s about avoiding developing any ability to express yourself, and failing to develop reading comprehension (if you plug something into it, asking for a summary). It’s just about being lazy and incompetent, and insisting that laziness and incompetence is fine, actually.

[robo-cryptid]

I hadn’t connected AI use with the recent surge in anti-intellectualism, but this makes me think it pretty neatly links that with the capitalist disrespect for art and writing as meaningful pursuits.

[hehohik]

[echoesonthedarkside]

Hiiii can I get a fic of David and the reader arguing and then making up? -Luna🌸

warnings: angst, fluff, arguing, mentions of cheating(but it doesn't happen) word count: 1k pairings: David Gilmour x Fem!Reader summary: David has been tired lately, leading you to believe his distance is him cheating. when you two have an argument, it makes him realize how much he's been neglecting his wife. a/n: thank you Luna <333 I love writing David!

You and David have been inseparable since the moment you two got together. It was a sweet romance that blossomed into something even more beautiful. A love that bound the two of you together, through thick and thin and hell or high water. David was your rock, and you were his muse. The two of you were almost too perfect together, which made the gnawing in your stomach even worse.

He was being rather secretive lately. You knew that the long days in the studio and the constant touring could make him quieter, more reclusive in some ways. But lately, it's been worse. It’s like he’s keeping something from you and for the life of you, you cannot figure it out. Then the sudden realization dawned on you one day and you were left with this worrisome feeling in the pit of your stomach.

Was David cheating on you?

You tried to reason with yourself; you said to yourself that he would never do that to you. It wasn’t possible. It just felt like this sick joke that your mind kept conjuring up. Something to keep you occupied, to make you think that was the only answer. It kept you up at night; tossing and turning in your lonely bed as your husband only came home later in the morning.

Even when David is home, he’s so stressed. He lashes out sometimes, which hurts worse than you thought it would. He wasn’t someone who did this to you often, but you know that dealing with Roger was a full time gig on its own and it has your husband’s nerves shot sometimes. David often hid in the bedroom, keeping himself occupied with other things. You became suspicious.

One night, he comes home before dinner. You’re just at the kitchen counter, listening to the radio and getting things ready for the meal. When he comes in, he doesn’t even come over to you. You drop what you’re doing and go over to him. David looks worn out, but you’re feeling a little neglected.

“Don’t even want to say hi?” You question.

David shrugs. “Darling, I’m exhausted. I was just going to have a shower first.”

You frown. This seems really weird for him. Of course, having a shower after a long work day isn’t odd, but not saying hi to you at all was what made you wonder what was going on. You come over to him and begin to sniff him.

“What are you doing?” He asks, pulling away.

“Who is she then?” You question, hands on your hips.

“Who is who?”

Your heart feels like it’s about to break. Tears sting your eyes and you’re cursing yourself for being so weak already. All it took was just you thinking you could smell a hint of perfume on him that had you practically shaking in anger.

“No, no…what the hell are you on about?!” David shouts, his voice raising now.

“Who is she? Don’t lie to me! I can’t take it.”

David sees the fear in your eyes. Maybe he had been working too hard lately and leaving himself too exhausted to give you the affection that you were so desperately craving. He runs his fingers through his messy hair, sighing.

“I’m not lying to you,” he says.

“That’s bullshit!”

You were crying now and it was making him feel so sorrowful. It was the worst feeling to have you crying like this. David finally just pulls you into his arms, allowing you to nestle your face against his chest. Finally, you could smell the scent of David. It’s a unique smell, one that comforts you. 

“I’m not lying,” he whispers. “I promise you, my darling. I’ve been a piss-poor husband, haven't I?”

You cling to him. “Y-yeah…” but then you sniffle and look up at him. “I shouldn’t have accused you.”

He shakes his head. “I’ve been distant and I apologize. It’s just this work has got me really frazzled and the last thing I wanted to do was to shout at you.”

He cups your cheeks in his hands, drying your tears with his thumbs. He kisses you softly, allowing you to feel the sweet love he has for you. The kiss is a breath of fresh air after a few weeks of tension, doubt and suspicion. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him even closer.

“I shouldn’t have gone this route,” you explain as you try to get your breathing under control.

“I understand why you did. I was being an ass, wasn’t I?”

You and David both laugh before kissing each other. Then he begins to sway with you in his arms, the sound of the music coming from your radio in the kitchen being the soundtrack to this little moment. David slow dances with you, reminding you of the romance that’s always been there and always will nbe. He looks into your eyes, then kisses you softly.

“How about we go on a little vacation, hm?” David suggests. “Me and you, a little sunshine somewhere.”

You nod and smile. “That sounds really nice.”

David gently spins you in his arms, dipping you down to make you squeal with laughter. Then he pulls you back up, holding you so close to his chest. You can hear his heartbeat as you rest against him, loving the way you feel so close to him in this moment. His eyes lock with yours, allowing you to see the innermost parts of his feelings for you in this very moment.

“It’s always you, it will always be you.” He whispers before capturing your lips in another passionate kiss.

Without another word, David helps you onto the dining room table. He kisses you with hunger and passion, cupping your face in his hands. He can practically hear your heart beating in your chest like a hummingbird. He enjoys being able to make you feel this way.

“I love you,” he says before pressing kisses to your neck.

You run your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. “And I love you, David. I’m sorry.”

He looks up at you. “There’s nothing to apologize for. Everything is alright, darling.”

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[echoesonthedarkside]

Help Me To End The Day(David Gilmour x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, lewd themes, vaginal fingering, oral sex(fem receiving), breeding kink, unprotected sex, bodily fluids(cum, spit) word count: 1.7k pairings: David Gilmour x Fem!Reader summary: David comes home after a long work week, and you just happen to say the magic words that rile him up. a/n: for you @cryingfor-themoon thank you for always being my bestie <3 thank you for always being so awesome.

You knew that today would end up with your husband quite frustrated. It’s been a few weeks of Roger being nearly up his ass about anything and everything, and while David is very patient and easy going, this was starting to take a toll on your husband.

You wait for him, brewing some tea for the both of you. The kitchen is spotless, which you are very proud of. Despite worrying about your husband all day, you still took the time to get everything in order and to make sure that David was coming home to a well-cleaned home. Nothing worse than coming home and everything is in disarray.

There’s the sound of keys jingling before the front door opens. Already you can feel the frustrated aura hanging over him. The dogs make their way to the door, licking his hands and barking excitedly when they see David. There’s a smile on his face as he bends down to pet them, giving them the much needed attention they needed. They continue to bark until he hushes them so softly.

“Well hello there,” he says with a weary smile. “Fancy seeing you here.”

There’s a bit of a joking tone to his voice, but you know he’s carrying so much on his shoulders. You pour the tea into two mugs and slide one over to him as he sits down at the kitchen table. A million and one things seem to swirl in his mind, but all of that is pushed away when you come over and begin rubbing his shoulders.

“Ahhh,” he sighs. “How have I gotten so lucky to have such a doting wife?”

You lean in to press a kiss to his fuzzy cheek. “Are you kidding me? I’m the lucky one here.”

David laughs before he pulls you onto his lap. He’s holding you close, allowing himself to nuzzle his face in your hair. You smell so good, so comforting. It’s almost like you smell perpetually like the wildflower field that the two of you frolicked in during your youth. Something about this makes his heart swell with love.

“Long day, David?” You ask, looking up at him.

“That’s an understatement, love.” He sighs. “It’s fucking Rog, I swear he cannot let things be sometimes.”

You laugh. “Sounds like he needs to get laid and get off your back.”

“I think I need to get laid.”

You both smirk at David’s statement. It wasn’t like either of you were really holding back. You and David have a very healthy sex life, but with the touring and the recording, sometimes there’s long periods of time where neither of you can be intimate with the other. There’s a dark look of lust in his eyes.

“Is my husband so pent up?” You tease, getting up off his lap.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” David takes a sip of his tea.

“Hard to believe my sweet husband is so horny.”

You wiggle your hips tauntingly as you clean some of the leftover dishes in the sink. As David finishes his tea, he watches you. You’re so sweet, so domestic. There’s something certainly more than alluring to that. You drive him wild with the simplest little things, and it really gets his blood pumping.

“Well after a week of not being able to truly appreciate my wife,” David begins. “It’s just hard not to want to ravish you where you stand.”

You look behind your shoulder at him. “Oh and lucky you, I’m ovulating.”

You watch as your words dawn on him. David comes over, placing his hands on your hips. The two of you had talked about having a family, and while you weren’t necessarily actively trying, you knew you’d be happy to have his baby if the chance came to it.

“Don’t say those things if you don’t want me to bend you over this counter and fuck you.”

There’s a dangerous tone to his voice. You know there’s no real backing out, not that you’d want to anyway. You’re more than eager to take the pounding that’s coming to you. 

A soft moan erupts from you as David slips his hand down your pants, teasing your pussy through your panties that are now clinging to your lips. He grunts as he pushes his growing erection against your ass, and you press back against him.

“Eager?” He asks, pushing your panties to the side to feel your wetness. “Oh, no need to answer.”

Two of his fingers slip into you, curling against that sweet spot that has you seeing stars and your knees buckling. You haven’t felt his touch in days, which was a pity. David knew your body better than you even knew it. The palm of his hand brushes against your clit, making you shudder in his hold.

“You’re gonna make such a pretty mum,” he whispers. “Can’t wait to see you swollen with my baby inside of you.”

When your walls clench around his fingers, David lets out a little laugh. He knows that his voice alone could make you cum, but this was much better. Knowing that him breeding you causes you to get so excited, it’s something that strokes his ego. He continues to pump his fingers into you, building the fire deep in your belly.

“Look at you,” he coos in your ear. “So close to cumming, aren’t you? My poor wife, so needy for me.”

Your legs begin to shake as the coil in your stomach tightens. You try your best to warn him, but all that comes out of you are moans of pleasure. As the blissful feelings come to a head, you let out a cry of his name. Your walls pulse and clench around his digits and he continues to pump them, giving you the maximum pleasure. Slowly, he withdraws his fingers and brings them to his lips. 

“You taste divine, my love.”

He surprises you by kneeling and pulling your pants and underwear down in one quick movement. The moan you let out when he buries his face into your cunt is downright pathetic, but it makes David’s cock throb with pure need. He laps at you from behind, enjoying the scent of you. If you asked him his favorite part of sex, he would probably say eating you out.

“You’re so wet,” he grunts. “Are you ready for me then?”

You buck your hips. “Yes, I’m ready.”

David stands up, bending you over the countertop. Your pussy is on display for him, and he enjoys seeing you so submissive. It’s not that he’s someone who’s often this dominant, but it’s still something he enjoys with you. For a few moments, he teases you by slowly pulling down his pants and taking off his boxers.

“Ready?” He asks as he teases your leaking hole with the tip of his cock.

“Mm, fuck I’m ready.”

Slowly, he pushes into you. His eyes roll back as he bottoms out, relishing in the sweet warmth that is uniquely you. His big hands grip your hips, pulling you back into him. Your legs are shaking again, but it’s no issue. David keeps you steady as he plunges into you, pulling back until only the tip is nestled into your entrance.

“You take me so well, darling.” David praises you.

Both of you moan loudly as he slams back into you. His cock splitting you open so perfectly, giving you exactly what you wanted. He continues to slam into you, his pace almost bruising as his hips smash into your ass cheeks. The way your tits bounce is almost hypnotic to him too, furthering his fantasy of you getting pregnant.

“Fuck,” he pants. “I’m going to fill you up. Going to get you pregnant.”

You look back at him. “Please, David. Please,”

Your pleading is driving him crazy. He picks up his pace even more, slamming into you repeatedly. The head of his cock keeps hitting your sweet spot and your legs are about to give out. Eventually, David is just holding you up as he fucks you towards your next mindblowing orgasm. All that comes from your lips is the sweet call of his name. He lets his hand slip down between your thighs, rubbing your clit in fast circles.

“Come on,” he goads you. “Milk my cock.”

Your eyes roll back at the sound of his voice and the words that he says. You’re so close and every deep thrust has you basically drooling. He stimulates your swollen nub with expertise, sending you off the edge with a sweet moan.

“That’s it,” he growls in your ear. “Milk my cock.”

The pulsing of your walls around him brings him to his peak. His hips falter as he begins to spill inside of you, your name on his lips as he holds you close. You feel so full of him as he continues to ride out that high. Then, he slowly helps you to stand on your own two feet, still holding you steady.

“Fuck,” he laughs softly. “Sorry if I got a little rough, I just…wow…”

He’s almost speechless as he presses kisses to your neck. You still smell so wonderful, allowing him to get his mind in order. It’s just so warm inside of you still, and his cock is still half-hard. He doesn’t understand how you do this to him. With a gentleness that could only come from David, he pulls out of you. Before you whine from the loss of contact, he stuffs his fingers back into you.

“Why don’t we get you onto the bed, hm?” he whispers hotly in your ear. “Then I could breed you some more.”

Without another word, he picks you up in his arms and brings you to your shared bedroom. On the bed, David crawls on top of you. There’s a sweet smile on his face, one reserved only for you. You caress his cheeks, admiring the beard that he’s taken the time to grow. 

“I’m so in love with you,” he whispered against your lips.

“I’m in love with you too.”

David captures your lips with his, his tongue sliding into your mouth. You can feel his erection throbbing against your folds, and he messily drags it through them. Once more, he penetrates you. This time, it’s deep and wanton and loving.

“You’re not leaving this bed until I know you're pregnant.” David grunts as he begins his pace. 

His eyes are dark with lust, his heart racing with sweet love for you. As the two of you stay tangled together, you know that the fruits of your labor shall be very sweet.

[cryingfor-themoon]

Oh to be his little wifey and give him babies

[cryingfor-themoon]

Love You (Syd Barrett x fem!Reader)

Summary: You've been spending a lot of time with Syd, and after a passionate morning he shares his dreams with you. Word Count: 1.3k Warnings: fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), penetration, i don't know what to call canon divergence but for real life people but whatever A/N: For a little fic swap with @echoesonthedarkside, my bestie for over a decade!

The morning sun streamed through the green curtains, bathing the room in an emerald light. You rolled over, sleepily reaching across the mattress for Syd only to find his spot empty. He must have been awake for a while because not even his warmth remained in the sheets. You stretched your sleepy limbs before sitting up on the bed. Not being able to immediately find clothes to put on, you opted to wrap up in a blanket before padding out of your bedroom. 

The quiet strumming of a guitar leads you to the living room where Syd sits on the floor with an open notepad and a cup of tea in front of him. He didn’t seem to notice you at first, lost in his work. You knelt behind him, briefly looking over his shoulder at the lyrics he’s working on, before kissing his cheek. He hummed in appreciation. 

“Mornin’ love,” he says, leaning back to kiss you properly on the mouth. 

“Good morning, darling,” you nuzzled your nose against his. “I didn’t expect you to be up so early.” 

“Couldn’t sleep,” he admits with a soft sigh. 

“More like didn’t want to,” you giggled. He always had so much energy. 

“Aw, never one to let me get away with a little fib, hm?” he teases you. 

He sets his guitar aside and then pats his lap invitingly. You happily nestle into his embrace, his hand slips under the blanket. His eyes widen at feeling your bare skin against his fingertips, but he doesn’t hesitate to take advantage. He kneads softly at your hips before sliding his hand to your breast. 

“Syd!” you giggle. 

“You’re the one who came out here naked.” 

“I’m wearing a blanket, thank you very much.” 

With a smirk, he slips the blanket off your shoulders, “Not anymore.” 

Before you could argue, his lips were catching yours in a heated kiss. One hand anchors on your hip while the other gives your tit a gentle squeeze. You squirm in response, your bottom pressing against the growing bulge in his pants. 

“Easy, love,” he whispers between heated kisses. He nips playfully at your bottom lip before slipping his tongue into your waiting mouth. Syd has always been a passionate kisser, but this morning he seems more needy than usual. 

It’s not long before your back is pressed to the floor, and he’s hovering above you. His lips are on your neck, kissing and sucking to leave little marks littered across your skin. He presses his hips to yours, letting you feel his arousal. 

Lower he goes, lavishing your breasts with eager attention. His eyes close in contentment as he sucks on one of your nipples while teasing the other with his thumb until it pebbles. Your hands tangle in his unruly hair, giving it a tug when he grinds against your core. Finally, unable to take anymore, you gently push on his head to get him to go lower. 

“Alright, alright,” he chuckles at your impatience. 

He kisses a sloppy trail down your body before spreading your thighs. Your pretty cunt is soaked for him, and he loves knowing the reaction you have to his touch. He places a kiss on your mound before blowing on your swollen clit, eliciting a whine from your lips. 

“Syd,” you groan. 

“You need me, angel?” he asks with a smirk. 

“Y-yes, need your mouth on me.” 

“Naughty, naughty,” he winks at you before leaning down to drag his tongue from your hole to your clit. He repeats this a few times, enjoying the way you shudder in delight each time he does. He suckles on your folds before moving his attention to your sensitive nub. His tongue swirls around it before switching to a flicking motion. 

“F-fuck, baby,” you moan softly. Your back arches against the floorboards as he eagerly works your body as only he knows how to do. 

Every little moan and whine you let out is music to him, and his cock throbs in his pants. You’re so close to cumming already, he can tell by the way you’re shaking underneath him. He pushes your legs to your chest to give him more access to your dripping cunt, and he’s feasting on you like a man starved. Your muscles tighten in anticipation of the bliss that lies before you. Your eyes roll back when it finally comes, waves and waves of pleasure that have you numb from head to toe. 

“Oh, Syd,” you gasp as he keeps you riding your high until your body is limp. 

Your arousal drips down his chin when he pulls away, a smug smile on his face. His eyes sparkle with excitement as he climbs over your body, then reaches down with one hand to unbutton his pants and free his cock. Heavy beads of precum drip from his engorged tip, falling onto your skin as he gives himself a few experimental tugs. 

“Are you ready for me?” he asks. 

“Yes, yes,” you plead in response. 

He hooks one of your legs on his waist before guiding himself to your cunt. He drags his leaky tip up and down your slit then lines himself up at your entrance. As he pushes into your warmth, his head rolls back with pleasure. A groan falls from his lips as beautifully as any lyric he’s ever sung. 

“God, you’re amazing,” he pants softly. 

You look down at your connected bodies, watching him pull out until just the tip is inside before slamming back in. It’s messy, the way he keeps slamming into you and using his thumb to smear your arousal all over your folds. That’s Syd though, even during sex he can make beautiful chaos. 

Finally, he picks up a steady pace. His thick cock brushes against your sweet spot, making stars dot across your vision. He pants softly, flushed and beautiful above you. Your arms wrap around his neck and you pull him down for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss that’s more tongue than lips. He moans into it, loving when you let loose as much as he does. 

His hands are on your hips, grip tight enough to bruise, to keep you anchored at just the right angle to thrust all the way inside. Your intertwining moans and the slapping of skin on skin bounce through the air like a lewd melody. 

“S-syd, baby…Fuck, I’m close,” you pant softly. 

“Good girl, fuck yes,” he grips your hips harder. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.” 

With a few more of his well aimed thrusts, you’re seeing stars once more. You cry out his name like a prayer as you cum. Syd isn’t far behind, and he pulls out just in time to paint your stomach in his cum. His masterpiece. 

You’re both limp and breathless when he collapses on you. Your arms rest on his back, drawing small patterns on his skin. He nuzzles against your neck, smiling softly. 

“I love you,” he whispers. 

Your heart races in your chest. You’d been spending the night at his place regularly since you met, and some said you were practically inseparable. Yet, somehow, you never expected he felt the same as you. You’d feared this was a fling that would end when you stopped being his muse. Yet, here he was…Saying the words you’d longed to say. He raises his head, eyes shimmering with sincerity and adoration. 

“I love you too, Syd,” you smile softly. “A lot.” 

He rolls off of you, laying on the floor and pulling your body against his. His long fingers run through your hair. 

“I’ve been thinking about Paris,” he says softly. “You and me in a little flat, painting. Maybe having a couple cats.” 

“Really?” you look up at him. “What about the band?” 

He sighs, “I just…I’m not a pop star. I’m an artist, I want to have a quiet life with you.” 

You smile sweetly, “Then, that’s what we'll have.”