Requested by:: @glamrielle-288
A/N:: I'm sorry it took me a while to complete this!
Pairing:: John Dutton x Reader
Warnings:: swearing, smut (in public??), fluff, alcohol
Gif not mine, credit to the owner
I left a note for John right beside his hat so there was no chance he could miss it. I told him to meet me by our rock. It was ours because we did everything there. First date stargazing, first time making love, first time camping, he proposed to me. It was ours.
I waited there, leaning against the big rock. Fiddling with the rock on my finger, I hoped nothing came up at the ranch. Another perk of our not-so-secret place was no cell phone reception.
Horse's hooves clattered on the ground and I sat up a little to see who it was. John hopped off his horse and tied the reins around the tree.
"Everything okay?" he gruffed as he walked in my direction. He stopped once he saw the spread. "What's all this?"
"A win-win," he chuckled, pulling me into another kiss. He sat down on the blanket and yanked me down into his lap. I let out a little yelp, but he silenced it by pressing his lips to mine. "What'd you bring for our little picnic?" he whispered in my ear. I reached behind me and grabbed the bottle of whiskey. "That's it?" I nodded, laughing and kissing his neck. "You're something else."
Before the bottle was gone, John and I were naked in the river. He held me, cupping my ass as he thrust up into me. I kept kissing him as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Everything was great until we heard the horse hooves thundering over.Â
"Shit, sorry," Rip said. I looked over my shoulder at him as he looked down.Â
"What'd you want, Rip?" I asked since John wasn't saying anything.Â
"Problem back at the ranch," he answered. "Need Mr. Dutton."
"What's the problem?" John asked. I turned to face him, caressing his cheek.Â
"Need you back at the ranch," he said suspiciously.
"God damn it," he groaned, setting me down. "I'll be back, sweetheart." He pushed through the rapidly running river to the shore. Rip looked away as he got onto dry land and dressed. I followed him and got out.Â
"Sorry, ma'am," Rip apologized.
"Don't call me that, Rip," I scoffed, pulling my clothes back on. "John, bring another bottle when you're done," I said as I kissed his cheek. I picked up the bottle and sat down against the rock, taking another swig of it.Â
"Yes, ma'am," John smirked. I laughed and shook my head at him, listening to Rip ask why it was okay for John to call me that.
Rip Wheeler
Before He Cheats
Remind Me
Long Hours
Cold
Dinner Table
I'm Finishing It
Rodeo
Who's Your Daddy?*
In the Woods
Cowgirl*
Being Here
Bring the Thunder
Accidents Happen (feat. Beth Dutton)
Hurt* (feat. Beth Dutton)
Low Man
Warm Bubbles
Tongue (feat. Beth Dutton)
Exclusive
Twice as Hard* (feat. Beth Dutton)
Come On, Touch Me, Baby (feat. Beth Dutton)
Breakfast* (feat. Beth Dutton)
My Job* (feat. Beth Dutton)
Night After (feat. Beth Dutton)
Lloyd
In The Hay*
One Time Lovers*
John Dutton
Christmas Eve: Part 1; Part 2
The Dutton Name
Shell Casings
Animals*
Kiss the Cook*
In Forever*
Delivery
Snow*
Unwrap Them*
Leave
House Call*
Playing Politics*
Germs
Bottle and Blanket in the Basket*
Walker
Voodoo Queen
Easy
Your Heart is Forever Mine
Dollar For Some Beer
In The Mornin' *
Causing Trouble
Nobody's Around
Lover Girl
Wolves and Sheep
Beth Dutton
Accidents Happen (feat. Rip Wheeler)
Hurt* (feat. Rip Wheeler)
Tongue (feat. Rip Wheeler)
Twice as Hard* (feat. Rip Wheeler)
Come On, Touch Me, Baby (feat. Rip Wheeler)
Breakfast* (feat. Rip Wheeler)
My Job* (feat. Rip Wheeler)
Night After (feat. Rip Wheeler)
Kayce Dutton
Along for the Ride
Hidden Talent
Third Trimester
Kisses
Imagine ... sharing your first kiss with John Dutton
John Dutton was one of those men who knew what they wanted from life, and he wouldnât invite you to his ranch if he had no interest in you. Since youâve become a frequent guest in his house, it appeared reasonable to presume he really liked you, and you heartily hoped it was true. At first glance you noted he was really attractive for his age, and as your acquaintance developed, you realized how lucky you were to meet such a kind and sympathetic person. John was a man of honor, a man of principles, which could not but dispose to him. Hadnât your car broken down at the turning to Yellowstone, who knows if your paths would ever cross?
Your heart raced, as you saw Johnâs number on the display. The day you met was not far behind, but everything inside you fluttered at the thought of him.
âHey!â his hoarse voice made you hold your breath. âThe weatherâs good for a ride, what you think?â he offered with a grain of uncertainty which, of course, you didnât register due to your own excitement.
With this, in fact, started your visits to Yellowstone. While your car was being fixed, John showed you around so the wait wasnât too long. Just a cursory conversation, but it gave him a glimpse of what kind of person you were, and what he saw â to his own surprise â captivated him. By good fortune you really liked his horses, so John invited you to try a ride. He never regretted it ever after, neither did you. You enjoyed every moment spent here, with John, but still kept apologizing for taking his time, whilst he considered this time the best part of the day.
âWith pleasure,â you agreed, delighted with opportunity to meet him again.
When you desire something with all your heart, sometimes itâs difficult to believe that all you need is just to reach out and youâll have it. Likewise, you and John were afraid to admit that attraction could be mutual. Both of you found a logical explanation, a reason why you kept seeing each other over and over again, refusing, or rather not daring to see the obvious.
Taken horses back into the barn, John, as usual, invited you for dinner â the training was exhausting. Sometimes you thought you were abusing his hospitality staying here for so long, which you surely let him know, but John just smiled and led you inside â no time waste for unnecessary words, just actions, thatâs the way he was.
Time passed so unfairly quick in his presence. It frightened and delighted you all the same.
You went out on the porch to get some fresh air. Leaning on the railing you stared into the distance enjoying the view. It was getting dark. You didnât want to leave, but neither could you stay any longer.
John leisurely approached you â yes, he was playing for time â and stopped right behind you. He rested his hand on a wooden column half blocking off your way.
âYou can stay,â he reminded, âIâll tell to get a room prepared for you.â
Although he didnât touch you, you could feel him with your entire being, so breathtakingly close.
âJohn, you know I wonât.â
âYou refuse staying for dinner each time, but still you do.â You didnât see his face, but you knew he was smiling right now, and you couldnât help it either. âWell, I had to try,â he sighed.
âI really like it here, really, but I...â
His other hand landed on your shoulder. âDonât want you to leave.â
The serious tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine. You felt like the ground was slipping from under your feet. You slowly turned around. To look him in the eyes you had to slightly raise your head.
Everything happened all of a sudden, but at the same time so naturally, as a matter of course. He leaned a little and your lips merged into a kiss. Your heart skipped a beat, as a tight knot of excitement which has formed in your abdomen untied in an intense outburst spreading thousands of sparks through your body â youâve been craving it for so long. When John realized you were kissing him back, he could no longer resist the force that uncontrollably drew him to you. He slowly, carefully pulled you closer, afraid to frighten you off. You instinctively stroked his back, nestling against his chest. In your gesture John found response, reciprocity, so he kissed you with a larger grain of confidence. His lips already wet and slightly cool in the evening air â so soft â they covered yours, bringing understanding you wanted to belong to no one else but this man only. You could feel his breathing on your face, and a faint moan escaped your lungs. You were so weak and helpless in his hands, and you liked it. You liked being weak when he was around, because you knew he would take care. John had such a powerful energy, his inner strength made you lose your mind completely. You couldnât get enough of him. Desire sprouting inside, you kissed him softly, tenderly, savoring every sensation this moment gave and wishing it to never end. Once his tongue brushed your lips you opened your mouth to let him plunge deeper. With delicacy in his touch, John tightened his grip, taking time to relish your taste, to explore all your flavors. You melted into his hold, dissolving in the feeling of euphoria that it provided.
John pulled away a little. He still didnât believe this could be true. For a split second, you saw uncertainty in his gaze, as if he was still afraid that you might leave and never return or give him a slap or even laugh him in the face. You looked at him lovingly instead, drowning in the depth of his eyes. You stroked his cheek and leaned to kiss him again, so that he knew â what happened was not an accident, not a mistake, that you wanted it as much as he did.
John ran a hand through your hair, admiring your face. He smiled softly.
âIâll stay then?â you smiled back. âYour argumentâs rather convincing.â
John grinned.
âYes, I can be persuasive,â he muttered, before covering your lips with another kiss.
Requested by @kaymudd. ( not letting me tag you, sorry) Thanks for the request. I hope you like it. Thanks for the request.
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18+
"John, is this your granddaughter". A older lady asked John Dutton. Your eyes went wide.
John awkwardly chuckled. "No, Ms. Benedict, this is Y/N, my girlfriend". John squeezed your hand as he introduced you to one of the council members.
"Oh my, you are a young one". She gasped, then let out a nervous chuckle as she looked at John.
"I'm (age), that's not to young". Â
"Young enough. Excuse me". She said judging as she walked away. Leaving a bad taste in John's mouth.
"Rude much". You scoffed.
"We should leave". John said rather coldly, letting go of your hand.
"Don't do that".
"What"? John put his hands in his pockets when you tried to hold it.
"That. Freeze me out. All because some jealous bitch said something about my age. It's doesnt effect us or anyone and its no ones business. So hold my hand and have a good time". You held out your hand, with a snap to your fingers.
John chuckled with a grin. He placed his hand in yours. "You're right".
"I know I am. Now, let's have a good time. We got all dressed up and looking so good". You played with his bow tie with your free hand. "We should show off and be happy. Not let her or anyone else bring us down". You cupped his face, leaned in and kissed his lips.
"Let's get a drink before you go showing me off like a show horse". John teased, wrapping his arm around your waist. You giggled, laying your head on his chest as you walked.
Meanwhile, Ms. Benedict couldnt stop with the gossip. Everyone she talked to she mentioned John and his young girlfriend. She was really stuck on your age.
"Hi, John". A man came up to John. He was a well known lawyer, that John used time to time when needed.
"Oh, Hi Burt. This is Y/N".
"Ah yes, the young girl". Burt rolled his eyes. "I've been hearing about her non stop from Benedict over there". He nodded to the woman surrounded by a group of people, slowly giving you glances once every five seconds.
"What is it with this lady"? You ask, with your hands on your hips.
"I dont know why she's making a big fuss about it. She has no room to talk. Last year, I had to pay off one of her boy toys cause he was going to spill the beans about ther summer affair with him. She's no saint". Burt confessed.
"Oh really"? A idea popped up in that head of yours. "Excuse us, Burt". You politely said, dragging John away.
"Where are we going"? John laughed.
"Bathroom".
"What do you want me to do, guard the door"? John asked before you pushed him in.
"You'll see". You turned and locked the door. "Unbutton your pants". You order John, as you hiked up your dress.
"What? No". John giggled, like a schoolboy.
"Have you never done this before"? You pushed him into a stall, backing him up against the stall door.
"Not with half of the town in the next room". John grunted as you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down.
"Well, let me be your first cowboy". You wrapped your arms around John's neck and kissed his deeply. John picked you up, his hands resting on your ass as he backed you against the stall wall.
Your legs wrapped around John's waist. His hand slid between your bodies and guided his cock to your entrance and thrusted in.
"Aah fuck". You gasped, tangling your hand into John's hair.
John thrusts were fast and rough, his hands gripped your hips as he pounded into you. You held on to the stall wall for balance.
"Fuck, daddy"! You screamed as the tip of John's cock grazed your gspot, sending your nerves into over drive.
"My dirty little girl". John growled, his head rested on your breast. You tugged at his hair. You felt a orgasm build inside of you, John always knew how to make you cum first.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming"! Your walls clenched around John's cock, he slowed down his thrusts as he felt your legs shake around him.
"Oh god". You panted, laying your forehead on his. The aftershock of your orgasm made you shudder.
John chuckled. "You okay"? He gently kissed around your face.
"I need a moment". You blew out a puff of air.
John held you tight against him, softly rubbing your hips with his thumbs. "You're so beautiful". He whispered in your ear.
A blush came upon your cheeks. "And you get more handsome everyday". You pecked his lips. "I love you".
"I love you too, baby girl". John gently lifted you up and slowly put you on the ground. His pulled up his pants and you fixed your dress. "You go out first and then I'll go". John kissed your temple before opening the stall.
You unlocked the door and opened it. Making sure your dress was down you didnt see all the eyes in the room were on you and John as he came out behind you.
John bumped into which made you look up. "Was I that loud"? You mumbled to John.
"We better go". John snickered, taking your hand and walked threw the crowd of eyes staring at the both of you.
Ms. Benedict shook her head as you walked past her. You had to say something, it was your right as John's girlfriend to say something.
Letting go of John's hand, he stopped and turned to see you walk over to her.
"Betcha boy toy couldn't do that". You proudly say with a smirk on your lips.
She gasped, covering her mouth, embarrassed. You giggled, swaying your hips over to John, taking his hand and walking out of the building. Teach her to judge.
This is the first fic Iâve ever published. Ever. Please donât rip me to shreds. đŹ itâs a John Dutton x OFC. Some fluff about John recalling the night they met.
John ran a calloused hand over his eyes, wiping the sleep from them. The woman beside him stirred, cooed softly and fell back to sleep, nestled into his chest. He let himself feel this momentâtruly feel itâfor every thing it was worth. He lived for little moments like these.
God, he loved her. A transplant from Tennessee, when they met, she didnât know him from Adam and he loved that. With her, he could just be âJohn.â He didnât have to be the big boss, or the man with all the answers, he could just⊠be.
He thought back to the night they met, just a few months ago. She had come into the bar to have a drink and leave, she wasnât one for that scene.
âScotch on the rocks.â
John slowly turned to see the owner of the voice. He didnât know many women that ordered scotch. He swirled his own in its glass and thought of something to say to her.
Meanwhile, the woman had downed her beverage and seemed to be ready to head for the door.
âWait!â Jesus, who was he? Shouting in a crowded bar to get some womanâs attention. He needed to rein himself in quick.
She whipped around and they locked eyes. The butterflies in his stomach nearly made him sick. She was the most beautiful thing heâd ever seen. And he sees the Montana sunrise every single day.
âUh, hi.â He fumbled for words.
âIâm John. John Dutton.â He held out his hand.
She stepped toward him, thinking about telling him off. But when he smiled and held his hand out, she shook it instead.
âAnnie. Annie Stetson.â
He gestured to the empty barstool to his right.
âCan I buy you another round, Ms. Stetson?â
Damn, he was smooth. He wasnât making an ass of himself flirting, he wasnât being intrusive, just completely polite.
âWell, thank you, Mr. Dutton. I appreciate it.â She smiled.
John signaled to the bartender and he brought their drinks.
âIâve never seen you in here before.â He smiled.
âWell, Iâve never been in here before.â She laughed. The sweetest sound heâd ever heard.
âI just moved here from Tennessee.â
âAh, that explains it then,â he sipped his scotch.
âI know most everyone around here in some way or another.â She nodded.
They had a few more rounds and talked until last call. Heâd wanted to take her back to the ranch. But he also wanted to do this right. Instead, he took her back to her apartment and kissed her goodnight, fully prepared to call her in the morning to ask her on a proper date.
He chuckled softly, looking down at her. Dark tousled locks framing her face tickled his chest. He didnât dare move though, hoping he could freeze time in this very moment, heâd live it forever if he could. He placed a kiss atop her head and he felt her smile.
She pushed herself up onto her elbow and smiled at him sleepily. âMorning.â
âGood morning, beautiful,â he said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. âHow did you sleep?â
âMm, good. You?â She smiled.
âHoney, Iâve never slept as good as I do when youâre here.â He leaned in to kiss her, pulling her closer.
He deepened the kiss and ran his hands over every part of her he could reach. He was on fire for her every second of every day, and she felt the same flame for him.
She pulled away to breathe, and looked deeper into his eyes than she ever had before. She was looking for doubt. Or something to say that she should stop this fling before it went too far. What if he didnât love her the way he said he did. What if heâs just like every other man sheâd ever known. She shook the thought from her head. She knew this was real. She knew in her heart that he deserved to be its keeper. She loved him, and he loved her. That was all that mattered.
r**Warning** Shameless smut. Pure, unadulterated smut. Outdoor sex. Rough sex. Praise Kink. Hand Kink if you squint. Bondage. Oral sex. Reader being a little brat. That's all..I think.
Thanks for this wonderful idea my dear @snapesrn I do hope you enjoy it.
A dark fire was burning inside John. It had been since this morning when you'd woken him up with your lips around his cock and your nails trailing over his thighs just the way that you know drives him insane. He thought it'd be a damn good day waking up that way until he'd watched you pull your delicious mouth off his cock with a wet pop and get up, getting dressed for your shift at the hospital and walk out of the house with a giggle and wave. He had been burning for you ever since, his mind consumed with the thought of grabbing you and reminding you just who it was that was in charge. He thought he'd managed to get himself under control when he was helping the men build a new round pen so more horses could be worked at once, but he'd made a grave mistake. He'd picked his phone up and checked the text message from you while in mid swing with the hammer. He had slammed his thumb so hard with the hammer when he saw the picture you sent him, your beautiful breasts on full display and a sweet, innocent, pouty look on your face. He normally loved when you sent him little surprises like that, but today, he was wound far too tightly to enjoy it. All it did was cause the fire to rise even higher inside of him.
Now, hours later he sits on the front porch, looking at his watch, his patience growing thinner by the second. You should have been home over an hour ago. Picking up his phone, he dials your number and sigh partially in relief when you answer. He hears your sweet voice and his eyes darken at the innocence in your voice. "Hi handsome! Is everything okay?" You ask innocently, your voice sweet as sugar. "No, everything is not okay, honey. I need you to get your ass home right now. You, little girl, have been playing with fire all damn day, and it's time to pay the piper, darlin'." He growls, his voice deep, gravelly, holding a clear warning. He hears you giggle and it pisses him off even more, but the sound goes straight to his cock. "I'm already home, silly man. Beth used my car to go to the bar. Hers is in the shop. So why don't you saddle Blaze and come find me." Then he heard a click and the line went dead. He growls and slams his phone on the table by the chair and marches to the barn, his eyes locked on the spot far in the distance where he knows you are. It was a special place for you two, the place where you always went when you both needed time away with each other. He saddles blaze and climbs into the saddle, cursing softly as his erection makes it an uncomfortable ride. He rides out to the tree line and follows the path until he sees your horse. He climbs down and ties Blaze to a tree, setting his hat on the saddle horn and taking his coat off, draping it over the saddle. He walks further into the trees, smirking as he sees a trail of your clothing left behind like a trail of bread crumbs. He slowly adds his to in until he's in only his jeans, his belt in his hand as he finally reaches you. He chuckles as he sees you sitting on the bench he'd built for your anniversary, bare as can be, your hand buried between your legs and your eyes locked with his, a soft, mock innocent look on your face. "Well hello, handsome. What took you so long."
Those simple words were the last straw. With a speed and agility of a man far younger than he was, he grips your wrist, pulling you up off the bench and up into his arms, pulling your fingers to his mouth and sucking the sweet, delicious essence of you from your own fingers, his blue eyes so dark they were almost black, filled with desire and a dominance that you'd challenged every step of the way today. Smirking, he reaches down and grips your other wrist, pulling it to him then turning you around, your back to him as he grips both hands and wraps his belt around your wrists tightly, pulling it until he was satisfied you wouldn't pull lose. "Little girl, one day you'll learn that I'm not a man to fuck around with." He growls, kicking your legs apart softly, one hand holding your bound wrists as the other unzips his pants and pulls himself free, stepping close enough to slide himself against your damp folds. He feels you push back against him and growls, slapping her ass hard enough to sting, his cock twitching as he sees the red hand print bloom on your ass. "Be still, baby girl or you won't get what you want. Now, what do you say?" He presses leans in and nips the juncture of your neck and shoulder, soothing the skin with his tongue as he waits to hear your response. "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." You knew exactly what he wanted and at this point you'd give him anything. John groans in pleasure and nips your ear. "That's a good girl." He nips your ear lobe and presses his large hand against your back just under your neck and presses, bending you over the back of arm of the bench. Without warning he slams into you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave his mark come morning. He didn't care that the sun was shining down on you both or that any unsuspecting ranch hand could stumble upon you both. The only thing that mattered was the feel of your silken heat around him and the sweet moans falling from your lips as he drives into you again and again.
"You want to fucking tease me all day? Two can play that game." He stops his movements, stilling inside of you and laughing darkly as you whine and beg him to move, your hips rocking against his. He lands another hard smack to your ass as a reminder to stay still. He smiles as you instantly go still, obediently waiting for his next movement. "God Damn you're perfect. Such a good girl when you want to be." He leans down and places a tender kiss to the back of your neck before tangling his hand in your hair and pulling tightly as he begins to pound into you again and again, watching as your fingers teine together, gripping tightly your knuckles turning white as your bound hands ache to grasp something, anything. He can feel you so close to the edge, the day full of teasing had worked you up just as much as it hand him. His hand that wasn't tangled in your hair reached out, moving over the front of your body, up over your stomach, between your breast to gently wrap around your throat, giving a little squeeze as he angles his hips just right, hitting that sacred spot inside of you. "That's it, baby girl. Come for me, darlin'." He growls, giving another squeeze to your throat, growling your name as he feels you squeeze around him, his own release overpowering him. He fills you to the brim, rocking shallowly a few more times before he slowly pulls out, a smile of pure male pride on his face as he watches your body shiver in pleasure. He reaches out and unties your hands, gently massaging your wrists before turning you in his arms and cupping your flushed face, your eyes still glazed with pleasure. "Such a good girl. Damn, you test my patience, but I fucking love you."
Summary: Itâs April of 1992, and the tribute concert is around the corner. Brian isnât so sure that heâs going to be able to make it through the entire show. Good thing he has you.
Pairings: Brian May x Reader (no gender is specified)
Wordcount: 1k+
A/N: The idea was given to me by the lovely @brianharoldmay39 , I hope this it to your liking! Iâm not very good at writing Brian and overall angst.
Warnings: mentions of Freddieâs death and overall sadness
You were lying on the sofa, watching television, when Brian walked in at night. You clicked off the tv and looked up at him, âHow were the rehearsals?â
He sighed, âThey were good, everyoneâs great, but it feels odd, you know?â, he trailed off, you patted his hand reassuringly, âTo do this without him?â
âI know, love, itâll hurtâ, you stood up and wrapped your arms around his torso, âItâll hurt so muchâ
He melted into your embrace, âI donât want to do itâ
âYou know you have to, Briâ, you said gently, âFor Freddieâ
âI knowâ, he sighed, âI miss him so muchâ
âWe all doâ, was all you said, knowing at this time there wasnât much that words could convey, he just needed love and company. Luckily, you could give that to him. âCome, letâs go to bed darlingâ, you whispered softly, âYou must be tiredâ
âSo tiredâ, he sighed but let you guide him upstairs and out of his clothes and into his sweatpants. You quickly changed into your pajamas and curled up beside him, âDo you want me to hold you?â, you asked him softly, usually heâd be the big spoon, but sometimes he needed to be held.
âPleaseâ
âIâve got youâ, you soothed, âYouâll be wonderfulâ
âYouâre coming tomorrow arenât you?â
âI wouldnât want to be anywhere elseâ
April 20th, 1992
 There were so many stars milling about backstage, ready to pay their homage to Freddie and his legacy. You had arrived an hour before the concert was to start and went straight to the dressing room the four of them, no, the three of them now, shared. You gently knocked at the door before opening it and sticking your head in, âEveryone decent?â
âCome in, loveâ, Brian called from where he was hunched over his precious guitar and was tuning it, even though you both knew it was tuned to perfection, he needed that reassurance.
âHow are you all holding up?â, you asked softly, glancing up at Roger and John. Roger looked composed enough, although that might be a façade, his eyes were hidden by his sunglasses. John looked ashen, his usual spark before a show had disappeared. He seemed to be shrinking into himself. They were all missing something, someone, that extra energy had fizzled out. It would never be the same. Freddie had gone, he wouldnât play with them ever again. âAs well as we canâ, was all Roger said before he swallowed and ran a hand through his hair.
Brian nodded over at John who was sitting with his head in his hands, covering his face. âJohn?â, you asked gently, âAlright?â
He nodded, as he lifted his face from his hands and it was then youâd noticed that his hands were shaking. You felt tears well up in your eyes, none of them deserved this. They didnât deserve to have to say goodbye to a friend, bandmate, and brother so early. They all deserved more time.
Ratty stuck his head into the room, âItâs timeâ, was all he said before closing the door.
You took Brianâs hand, âItâll be alright, heâs watching down on all of youâ, he nodded shakily and pressed his lips to yours, needing reassurance that you were there for him.
They nodded at each other and left for the stage. You stood near the wings, in a corner so as to not block the movement of the various singers assembled. It began with short performances by the bands Queen had invited, and then various other artists joined them on stage to sing their classic hits. You were bawling unashamedly, despite only having known Freddie for six years, you had formed a deep bond with him. You missed him so very much, but you couldnât imagine the pain the others were going through. But you could see their grief manifest itself on stage, evident in their body language.
Usually, John would be bopping across the stage, a small smile playing at his lips. But today? He was stationery, his feet barely in motion with the music, he was either over on the drum risers beside Roger or shying away to the very behind of the stage. Rogerâs smile that used to be present throughout shows had faded slightly, his playing never faltered, none of them faltered. But they were missing something. Freddie. Your heart broke when during Bohemian Rhapsody, Brian began his solo and walked over to centre stage as he usually would and expect to see Freddie over at the piano. A flash of pain streaked across his face for a moment and then disappeared.
Finally, the concert was over, theyâd taken their final bows and walked off the stage, Roger had yelled into the mic, âGoodnight Freddie! We love you!â. You headed back to their dressing room and sat down. Brian walked in, his guitar in his hand which he set down gently before collapsing onto the sofa and burying his head in his hands as violent sobs racked his frame.
You scooted over to him and wrapped your arms around him and held him as he cried. John and Roger had walked in as well, John had tears streaking down his face while Rogerâs blue eyes were shining with unshed tears. You made to get up in order to give them privacy. Brian pulled you back down and buried his face in your neck as he cried, John was sobbing as well and the tears Roger had been bravely holding back fell from his eyes in earnest.
It took a while for them all to calm down and stop crying. When Brian finally looked up he saw tears streaking down your face, âOh loveâ, he breathed, and hugged you to his chest. You quickly wiped your eyes, âIâm fineâ
âYouâre notâ, he said gently.
âItâs not my place to be sadâ
âIt isâ, John piped up, âHe loved you very much, Y/nâ
âHe didâ, Roger chuckled weakly, âCalled you, and I quote, âthe best thing to happen to Briâ, cry as much as you want, you have as much a right to.â
After a while, you and Brian bid goodbye to Roger and John with hugs and promised to meet up soon. It then took another hour for him to thank all the artists and crew and then he got into the car, and you drove back to the house.
You both quickly took a shower and got into bed, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, âI love youâ
âI love you too Briâ, you kissed his forehead, âAlwaysâ
âThank you for being thereâ
âI wouldnât want to have been anywhere elseâ, you said honestly, âIâm so proud of you, all of you. It wasnât easy, but you all did itâ
âIt was a fitting send-off for him, wasnât it?â
âHe wouldâve loved itâ
âWhat would he say if he were here?â
âDarlings, youâre absolutely boring, going back to snuggle in bedâ, you giggled, âHeâd have said thatâ
Brian chuckled, and pressed a kiss to your jaw, âYouâre the love of my life, Y/nâ
Your heart melted, âAnd youâre mine, Brian Harold Mayâ
warning: +18 content. MINORS DONâT INTERACT OR IâLL COME FOR YOU. age difference (r is 24 and joel is 56), fighting, mentions of death, images of death, murder, dirty talking, praising, oral sex, piv sex, rough angry sex, finger fucking, unprotected sex (GUYS WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pieâŠ
a/n: itâs my first fic of joel tlou, i hope yâall really enjoy. please ignore any grammar mistakes, english is not my first language! <3
âAre you alright?!â you asked him as you got beside him, your hands shaking, your voice wobbly and scared. You were terrified, terrified when that guy had snuck on you guys and almost choked Joel to death.
The sweat on your hands was making it harder to hold the gun that you just had fired, the gun that you had just used to kill someone.
You had killed someone.
Your breath hitched in your throat when he was suddenly tugging on your wrist, pulling you away and into the closest room in the back of the store.
He closed the door behind you, and you looked at him with a shocked expression as his hands ran down his face.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?!â he yelled as his eyes left the body and fixated on yours.
You stepped back, a frown showing on your face. âWhat? I just saved your life and thatâs what you tell me?!â
âYou didnât have to⊠You shouldnât have killed him!â
âAnd what was I supposed to do, huh? Stand there and look at him kill you. Joel, he was killing you!!!!!!â your voice rose when he stepped closer.
âYou could have gotten hurt!â
Thatâs when you saw that look in his face. That fucking goddamn look.
You scoffed, looking away with an angry smile tugging on your lips.
âThere it is.â you muttered.
âThere it is what?â he spat, and you pointed at his face.
âThat. That look of âyouâre still too young for thisâ. â he fell silent, and you knew you had hit the mark just right, what made your skin boil.
âJesus christ, Iâm not a kid a Joel!â you screamed, and he spoke back with a frown.
âOf course you are not a kid.â and you werenât, you were 24 years old.
âThen stop treating me like fucking one!â
He stepped back at your frustration. You whined as you squeezed your eyes shut.
âYou always treat me like a goddamn child, Joel. Never letting me stay on guard at night, never letting me stay right beside you in a mission but behind, never trusting me with a gunâŠ!â you were finally speaking up. You were finally breaking apart, letting it all show. Maybe it was the adrenaline running through your veins, maybe the fact that you had just almost lost him but⊠âAnd you never look at me!â
âI am looking at you.â he said, but you shook your head.
âNot in the way that matters!â you snapped back. âYou never look at me, you never touch me, Joel! Itâs as if you were scared of me, scared of just brushing me. You are always looking down on me like that.â you pointed out.
âLike what?â
âLike you want me but canât have me.â you breathed out and his whole body stiffened. You knew you had hit the target for the second time. âYou know Iâm not a kid, thatâs why you try so hard to treat me like one. To look at me like one.â you took a step closer, and his eyes widened for just a split of a second. âI look at you, Joel.â you whispered as your chests brushed, you could feel the tension in his body, but still the fear, the pressure, the desire⊠âIâm not a kid, and I know what I want.â your lips brushed, the contact just as light as a feather, your eyes on his when you talked. And thatâs when you saw it, the change, the hunger.
You whimpered when he was crushing his lips against yours and your body against the wall, his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to his body. Impossibly closer. He groaned when you leaned on it, on his touch, your arms surrounding his neck and your fingers dipping in his hair as you kissed him with the same intensity.
It was a hard kiss, with a lot of teeth clashing and tongue. It was animal, the need making it impossible to breath.
âJoelâŠâ you moaned when his lips latched to your neck, kissing that sweet spot underneath your ear that made your body feel weightless.
You hissed when you felt him suck. His teeth digging on your skin and tongue licking over the mark to ease the pain. Your hips buckled down on the thigh that he had pushed in between your legs, your head banging against the metal of the door to give him more space.
You cried out when one of his hands came up and cupped one of your tits, his warm big hand grasping at you with the fear that you will turn to ash if he stopped touching you, kissing you⊠You could feel on your thigh his hard clock straining against his jeans. You pushed against it in a roll of your hips and he groaned.
âPlease JoelâŠâ you begged, his kisses now on your chest. Your back was arched, your nipples hard and that spot in between your thighs was growing wetter and wetter by the minute. âPlease touch me.â you whimpered and later on moaned when his free hand quickly pushed inside your sweats and cupped your cunt from underneath your cotton panties.
âJesus christ.â he cursed when he felt just how wet you were for him, his fingers sliding easily in between your lips due to your slick.
You moaned out loud when he started to roll your clit, using his knuckles to pinch it every now and then.
âYou sound so fucking pretty, fuck.â
The coldness of the air suddenly hit your skin when he got down on his knees and pulled your pants and underwear down, getting rid of them as fast as he could just to have you opening your thighs for him and hooking your right on his shoulder.
You screamed when his tongue pushed against your core, a fat strip collecting your slick from your hole to your clit, in which he sucked. Your knee buckled and he held you with his hands harsher against the door. His fingers were digging on your hips, so hard that you were sure they would bruise. But you didnât care. âCause Joel was finally touching you, was finally finally looking at you the way youâve wanted from the start.
âYou taste so goodâŠâ he muttered against your cunt as one of his fingers entered you up to the knuckle, making you gasp for air. âSo sweetâŠâ
âJoel, fuck, ah, please donât stop.â you cried out as he started to fuck you with now two of his fingers, curling them to find that spot that had your whole body growing on goosebumps. âShit.â you moaned when you felt the coil on your stomach quickly growing.
âYouâre gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum in my face for me, baby?â you nodded with a whine, him groaning as his eyes never left your face contornes in pleasure. âCome on, let me have it.â and with just a simple flick of his tongue to your clit you were falling apart, crying as you tugged on his hair, whole body shuddering and numbing at the strength of your orgasm. He groaned as he tasted you, licking up everything youâd give him with his eyes closed.
You were panting against the door by the time you had come down, hissing at the overstimulation of his tongue on your pussy. âJoel, please.â you begged as you pulled him back up on his feet. âI need you, please.â he tasted of you, you hummed on his tongue as you quickly unbuttoned his jeans. His underwear was already growing a damp spot due to the precum that beaded the head of his cock.
He moaned when your hand cupped his erection, his hands quickly finding your thighs with an order. âJump.â that you followed instantly, wrapping your hands around his hips.
âPlease, hurry.â you cried out, kissing his neck as you rocked your wet pushy against his stomach.
âFucking hell.â he groaned as he pushed down his underwear, your breath hitching when his cock made contact with your slick folds.
âJoelâŠâ you whimpered as he humped against you, lubbing himself up. He cursed under his breath when his tip got caught against your entrance, making you buck your hips down unconsciously. You needed him inside so bad it hurt, needed him to fuck so bad that your eyes stung. âJoelâŠâ
âIâm right here, baby, Iâm right here.â he said against your lips, grabbing his dick with one of your hands before lining himself up to slowly thrust in you. You let out a loud cry, your nails digging on his back at the stretch that just his head supposed. âShh. Youâre doing so good honey, so good taking my cock.â he hushed you, kissing you so deep your eyes rolled back. âJust a little bit more, okay? Just a little bit more.â he muttered as he slowly finished to settle inside of your tight walls. âFuck. So fucking tight.â he groaned as you clenched around him when he pressed against that spot deep inside you that nobody had ever been able to reach. You were crying on his cock, feeling so full you could die. So completeâŠ
âWhat is it, baby? Are you okay? Does it hurt?â your heart melted at his concern, one of his hands cupping one of your wet cheeks. Your eyes, unfocused and half lidded found his as you shook your head, muttering a âjust so fullâŠâ that made him groan, his cock twitching inside of you.
âJoel, move, please moveâŠâ you hiccuped, and he didnât have to be told twice, quickly pulling out âtill only his head stood inside to thrust in, hard. You let out the most pornographic moan he has ever seen, your nails digging in his back as he started to relentlessly fuck into you with a need that had your head feeling fuzzy and heavy.
Your moans got caught up in your throat with every new snap of his hips. âUh. Uh. Uh.â
âThatâs right baby, does it feel good? Is this what you wanted?â your head lolled to the side as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, too lost in the pleasure to be able to answer. âSo pretty taking my dick, so. fucking. perfect.â he groaned with every thrust into your gummy walls.
The constant hitting to that spot had your mind reeling, the coil on your lower stomach growing bigger and bigger with every new snap of his hips, ready to burst for the second time.
âJoel!â you screamed as one of his hands came down in between your bodies to roll your clit in tight and quick circles.
âThatâs it, honey. Cum for me, cum on my dick.â he kissed your neck, fucking you so hard that he had you gushing around his cock in a matter of seconds. âFuck, good girl.â he groaned as your cum decorated his base in a white ring. His thrusts started to become sloppier, your count squishing him so tight that he swore you would milk him dry. âIâm gonna cum, honey. Where do you want it, hm?â he inquired without stopping his relentless fucking.
âInside, please Joel, cum insideâŠâ you cried out, and he grunted, his hands grabbing at your hips to thrust harshly one, two, three more times before he filled you up with his sticky and warm seed. You moaned as he fucked himself into you through it, pumping you full of him do the brim. You cried out at the feeling, never wanting it to stop.
His lips found yours in a messy and sloppy kiss that had you melting in his arms.
âSoâŠ, does this mean that I can have you?â he muttered with a smile, making you laugh and stroke his hair softly, sweetly.
A/N: Iâm happy with this one! Sorry I wrote Roger as kind of an asshole at first! I used a few prompts! Let me know if you want the links! I put a Bohrap gif, but this could be read for real Brian or Gwilym!Brian :)
Synopsis: Brian comforts the Reader after Roger makes fun of her for being a virgin.
Warnings: Lotâs oâ Smut, Cursing, Roger Being an Ass, Loss of Virginity
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âDonât sit too close to her, John. Sheâs waiting âtil marriage.â
Roger teased, giving you a wicked smirk. Ever since heâd found out that you were still a virgin, he hadnât let it go.
