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DO YOU SEE THIS??? THIS IS TRUE LOVE RIGHT HERE!! THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ AND I AM DYING NO ONE HAS EVER LOVED ME SO MUCH AS TO WRITE ME THE MOST AMAZING PORN EVER FOR MY BIRTHDAY
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Smut-Specific Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic; Teasing; Praising; Y/N!Dom; Y/N!Bottom (penetrated); Riding; Oral and handjob on penis (Y/N on giving end)
Other content warnings: Food/Encouragement to eat (slight); Cussing (moderate); Exes/Unlikely relationship dynamic; Angst (slight)
A/N: I made a version for readers who prefer smut where Y/N has a penis, another where Y/N has a vagina; both pretty similar and contain gender-neutral terminology.
Word Count: See bottom of post!
Summary: Life was draining but you woke up restored. Despite how you would expect such an abrupt meet up with John, there was a strange casualty to it where, even in doubt, you felt dependent on his company. You feared the potential of slipping up before a man so dear to you, one you experienced puberty alongside for God’s sake, but in time adopted a safe feeling; talking to him, though would appear to any passerby as mere catch-up between old friends, was revitalizing. Closure has always been something you’ve lacked, and though not blatantly stated, it was obvious that he and you hadn’t lost your spark, or, in the least, there was no hostility between the two of you and still potential for growth or continuation of some manner of association. That becomes proven more so the following morning where he makes you breakfast and you make him a little something yourself.
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As your eyes slowly drift open, you feel a strike of unfamiliarity through your abdomen. Your fatigue evaporates swiftly. Looking over to the other side of the bed, you see it is not occupied though looks slept in with dents in the mattress, sheets tousled, and the comforter torn away from the edge. Your memory floods back to you—John! The events, or perhaps circumstance and many floods of dopamine production that partook within you, come flooding back. You wonder where he’s gone. You think to yourself that you’ve oughta take a shower before returning home to your roommates.
You rush yourself in to do your business before he returns. Vaguely, your mind torments you with last night; what an enchanting torment. Soon, you’re humming songs from Queen’s performance last night. The name is very becoming now that you think about it, the band as well; you’re interested to know them and wonder if John will formally introduce you. Mentally, you slap yourself for pondering such as though expecting something to come out of the opportune accident of last night.
After 20 transient minutes of cleansing, self-torment, and trying to remember the ending of the song John had hummed on the way home, you exit the shower. You felt nice coming out of the shower and inhaled your own scent; you hated body wash marketed for men, a horrid stench. You’ve never understood the idea that men cannot wash with sweet scents like strawberry. You summon into mind that it smells like John—a given—but that turned a putrid stench into a savored perfume.
Your clothes weren’t fit for anywhere but the club, in your head, so you searched his dresser for any trousers that you thought he wouldn’t miss. You peak out of the restroom and see he’s not returned. You pondered the possibility of him being home but you’ve heard not one noise come out of the flat beside the own making of yourself. You exit the bathroom and return his shirt to your body, where it felt so comfortable then continue on with a pair of his pants.
The door creaks and you jump to turn towards the sound but fall as you got your final pant leg (John’s pants) up. “Shit!” John shouts, always one to exaggerate but whose to say when you’ve fallen with pants around your ankles because the owner of the flat you’re in, as they would, walks into their own room?
He scrambles over to you after placing a tray with 2 matching plates of breakfast food onto his nightstand. “You okay?” You’re flushed and wish you could crawl out of your skin but let out a meek, “Y-yeah.” Taking your hand, John attempts to help you up and you comply but remain rosy while you work on the pant leg.
He has a curious face on when he asks, “What are you doing, Y/N?”
“Putting my pants on. What do you mean?” As ‘my,’ falls from your lips, his eyebrow quirks and your flush is unwavering, and your head becomes light.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” Oh God, he can tell. “I’m…erm…why do you want my pants?”
You foolishly blurt, “Don’t really want to head home in club get-up… These looked comfy.”
“And I’m presuming as did my The Beatles top, no?” You’re beyond dumbfounded; no embarrassment has surpassed this.
“Y/N, relax.” He’s smiling and reaches an arm out to you, and you rush his pants up to your hips. John is chuckling as you are turned to face away with him as he hugs you from behind. It goes silent for near to a minute but you it feels comfortably long and painstakingly long as you lack full satisfaction. “Missed this.” His nose graces your neck, breathing steadily with a heavy exhale followed by a groan of joy. “Y'smell like me,” He mutters.
You giggle. “What? You do!” He tells you. “No…no! I-it tickles!” You manage out through more giggles.
He spins you around simply to see your face, and share your joy but once your eyes lock they linger and John’s face starts microscopically inching towards you. Before tension could even build, you break it down, forcing your mouth to his, unable to wait. You’ve waited so long already. Minutes feeling like days… so it’s been nearly 4 lifespans.
His hands wander to under your shirt—well, his shirt—and grace your tummy. As he’s backing towards the bed, you find yourself on John’s lap. “Where were you all this time?” You groan between hungry kisses.
“Downstairs making breakfast…” He pulls away, looking at you and over to the table where the food sits.
“I meant these past years, you dork.”
“Oh, uh…—Oh shit!” He cuts himself off, “Speaking of breakfast… want some? It might get cold.” You think he’s joking at first but you see the sincerity in his eyes.
“John, I appreciate the gesture and I hate to waste such lovely food but I’d much rather be doing something else right now, wouldn’t you?”
Warnings: Bit of angst; mentions of an unhealthy relationship; alcohol
A/N: Hello! This is my first piece over 1k words I’ve ever posted anywhere and I’m so excited to share it with y’all! Lots of fluff and bit of John Deacon backstory with a bit of tweaking for the sake of the imagine. I really hope you all enjoy (-:
P.S. Sorry it’s late; I’ve been in so much pain due to my illness, and I’ve got a lot of family issues interfering with my writing time. Thank you for understanding!
Wordcount: 2,973
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Lovers in high school, you and John had always been on and off. He was very particular about things, and you could be too, but your particularities lacked the ability to align.
People always adored your relationship but they never knew the true struggle of your dynamic. Though your romance was sincere and mutual it was frequently hindered by variables so inevitable.
High school sweethearts? No. Something more like high school “termites.” That’s what your best friend, F/N, told you.
He’d say your and John’s relationship was something of a house that the both of you constantly tore down before it was even half built. That you had both thrived off of being distractions from the other’s needs and responsibilities. Neither of you was prepared to produce the security your relationship was meant to supply; there was no way to manifest something that you’d never had the experience of.
As unskilled as the two of you were, he’d never fail an attempt at making you blush when he’d sing you his favorite The Beatles songs. Your flushed cheeks were a reward to him. He’d kiss them as he’d replace certain lyrics, making them more personal to you and him. “Hey, Y/N… don’t make it bad… take a sad song… and make it better…” He was so shy to sing to anyone else. You were one of the only people who denied him of this insecurity.
It sucked how all of your partners before him were tremendous assholes, and you knew that he wasn’t like them. But there was just something that never clicked between the two of you.
That was neither of your faults, though, and it wasn’t always unpleasant with John. You both wholeheartedly enjoyed the other’s company. Always proud of the other, extremely supportive; you were true companions, always confiding in each other. You were each other’s first real loves.
What was so detrimental was how heavy you relied on one another, and how it felt like you couldn’t provide the full of what the other required. Your hearts were in it so much that you never conceptualized how greatly your individual desires were.
John was very ambitious; he was in a band since you two met at age 14. If he wasn’t the cutest boy you’d ever seen. Probably the most intelligent man you’ve met, too, and he prided himself in your proclamation of such. He thought the same of you, but at times grew jealous of your expertise he lacked. One-up-ing each other was a prominent issue.
Back then, it was rare that you saw eye to eye with him about the “important things,” because your lives were like a ceiling and beams with no foundation—your friend’s words once again. There’s no point of building a house with no foundation, he would tell you… and you knew.
You liked winging your every day; being in the moment was therapeutic for you, offering a sensed of control over your life, but it stressed him out. John found no sense of stability in being so spontaneous. You would tell him structure is found in self-soothing, giving yourself what you need and want. He felt misunderstood, as did you.
He always thought “everything happens for a reason,” and despite your contrasting belief of things don’t happen the way they should… they happen the way they do, you were sure as hell not disappointed when you and John reunited tonight at a gig with his new band.
hello there❤️ i'm very fucking nervous posting this, but i hope this fic is okay nonetheless, i've been working quite hard on it. it's set after queen made the "scandal" video, in september '89🥰 pls keep in mind i'm a ~lonely~ person and english isn't my first language! & as always, i love getting feedback!!!💕
word count: a bit over 6k (yeah,,,i dunno how i did that either)
warnings: smut (please don't interact if under 18), some angst in the beginning, a bit of insecurity regarding looks, very slight allusion to death, but also lots of fluff!! and a hidden hint to misfire.
"Those fucking music videos", John grumbled as he fought with the lock of the front door to let him into his own home. It was late at night, he could barely see anything due to the dim streetlamps, even if he specifically tried to not shield the light that did actually reach the door with his body. On top of that, he was exhausted despite doing basically nothing all day and to make matter worse, it was pouring down onto him, typical for London. His clothes were drenched already from just the short walks to and from his car.
The man pressed his body against the front door, fidgeting with the bundle of keys and checking again whether he had the right one, before attempting anew. A few seconds later he decided it wasn't the fit, either.
"Fucking hell", he muttered under his breath, trying to stick the next key into the lock. The bassist was in a bit of disbelief that after so many years, he now couldn't find the stupid key - at least the one now glided in like butter, and he let out a relieved sigh as he opened the door. Squeezing his body into the warm hall, he was finally safe from the rain.
A bit more hurried than usual he undressed himself, hanging the soaked-through jacket to dry, wanting to get into comfortable and especially dry clothes as soon as possible. Once done, he quickly peeked into the parlour; his wife was sitting, almost laying, on the sofa, eyes directed to the TV where she watched some show, the voices too quiet and blurry for him to understand - or being honest, he didn't really care for what she was watching, she herself was way more interesting to him in that moment.
"I'm back", he announced quickly, and Veronica looked up, chuckling at him as it looked as if his head was flying, the rest of his body hidden behind the wall. But then her expression changed.
"You're back late", she said tauntingly. "Josh wanted you to put him to sleep. You said you'd be home to do this."
The bassist sighed. "Right, yes... I'll check upon him now."
"And wake him up when you open his door? How can you be a father of four and think that's a good idea?", she moaned with annoyance.
"Well, then I won't check. - I'm sorry I'm late, Ronnie, recording the video took longer than I expected", he tried, his voice softer this time, not wanting to argue with her again. The video for the song “Scandal” really wasn't worth enough to lead to another lengthy discussion about why he was out so long. It felt as if he’d stood around more or less useless the whole time, the breaks where he could grab a bite had been his favourite part of the day until now.
Veronica scoffed. "You always are."
"I'm trying not to be late anymore", John defended himself and stepped further into the parlour. He really did try, but to his surprise, sometimes it was harder than he’d expected to properly care for his family. It was so different than being on the road or focusing all his energy on recording new songs, but despite all this, home with his family was still his most favourite place to be.
"Trying's enough for me, John, but not for your kids. You must be here for them", she sighed resigned and put the TV on mute before tapping on the spot next to her. She invited him on her side, close to herself, something she probably wouldn't have done a couple years ago. Some things got better, after all.
"I'll go change first", he replied to her invitation with a bit of hesitation. "Got all wet in the rain..."
"Alright, but don't be too long, please", Veronica pleaded, it's been more than once that he announced to be back soon, and then fell asleep or went out again without letting her know.
John walked over to her, and to her surprise, he leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead before she could even ask what he was doing. It was just a quick peck, but it still warmed her heart and she smiled up to him carefully. Learning to trust her husband again.
"I promise I'll just change clothes, Ronnie."
-
As he passed the doors of the kids in the hallway, he couldn't help but stop at Joshua's. He'd plainly forgotten how his boy had asked him yesterday to please be home in time after his dad would be gone the whole day. In return, John had picked him up and kissed his cute face, promising to be there. But again, he hadn't been, so now he hoped he could make amends by spending some extra time with his youngest the next days.
The man sighed heavily, going on to his own bedroom, where he stripped out of the wet jeans, exchanging them for a pair of dark sweatpants. Then his glance fell on himself in the mirror; He felt he looked exhausted, eyes heavy and shoulders which hung low. The energy that had bubbled within when he's been in his early twenties seemed almost gone, few traces of it left, and his body looked as if it had aged twice as quickly as it should. John stood there for a while and wondered whether he looked similar to his dad, but his memory didn't allow him a clear enough image to get an answer.
In the end, he gave up pondering about his age, trying to fight those thought from returning. Maybe Veronica could take his mind off what he had become, all the parts he wasn't proud of.
John put his old shirt in the laundry bag to slip into a warm sweater, the blue one, which she liked so much on him. He didn't look in the mirror again before he went back down.
-
The bassist could read the relief out of his wife’s eyes when he shuffled back to her to the sofa, letting himself fall down next to her, their thighs almost touching, but not yet. Part of him wanted to be closer, but the larger one didn't dare to. He couldn't blame her for holding a grudge, but he honestly did his very best nowadays again to love her the way she truly deserved. He simply wanted to be close to her again, both emotionally and physically, he wanted those old times back where their marriage wasn't in any kind of trouble, and they were naive and happy.
But it wasn't as easy as he wished it’d be.
"What are you watching?", he asked her in a quite desperate attempt to initiate a normal conversation with his wife.
"Just some quiz show. Team Blue's winning, I think."
The bassist nodded slowly. "Okay."
"How's your day been?", she asked back. It felt ridiculous to her, too, making such superficial conversations with the man she knew and loved since so many years, but honestly, she didn't know what else to do. She knew he tried to be better, to be a good father and husband, but it still felt like there was an emotional wall between them, with only few of the bricks broken. Neither of them was sure how to fully destroy the wall.
"It was alright", he answered with a sigh. "Boring video, to be honest, I didn't really enjoy it."
"At least you were inside. Josh convinced me to go on a walk in the rain with him while the others were at school", she joked with a strained giggle.
"Wasn't Josh in school today?"
"No, he felt a bit ill, so I let him stay home."
"Is he... He's okay though, isn't he?"
"He's fine. You could've seen for yourself if you'd came home when you said you'd come", she said bitterly.
"Veronica, I'm sorry..."
"I know you are." She sighed deeply before resting her head on his shoulder, a move that made his heart jump in excitement and love, glad she wasn’t mad at him but apparently, quite the opposite. He dared to pull his arm up to lay it around her shoulder, which she let happen willingly.
For a while they watched and listened to the show, with Veronica always saying the correct answer just before the show host revealed it, stunning him a little, but he didn't comment on it. The moment felt so precious, she'd searched his touch, and he didn't want to destroy this with anything he possibly said.
At some point, he began to wonder if his wife was tired; she had brought the kids to school today, as usual, then stayed home with Josh and cared for him, and he’d said to be back to help her with dinner but hadn’t been. With shame he noticed he hadn’t even called to tell her he’d be home later. But when he carefully tried to look down to her to see if she maybe fell asleep on his shoulder, she glanced back at him, wide awake.
Then she shifted around a little in her position, before sneaking her arm around his belly. Their thighs were meanwhile touching, she was snuggled so close to him, a new yet so well-known sensation began to stir within him. He could feel how warm her body was, felt every little twitch of her, while she was oblivious to his thoughts and still focused on the quiz.
Fondly he remembered the videos of the early days, and how proud she's been of him. He'd come home late back then, too, and usually, Robert was asleep, which was quite convenient as she often wanted to jump his bones, pride and love in her every move as they’d giggled and kissed.
"John?", she asked very quietly and got him back to reality, the reality where they had almost separated and now tried to get closer again. But also, the reality where she still hugged him.
"Mh, what's the matter?"
"I'm getting a bit tired, I think", she mumbled. It seemed such a little thing, but it made him incredibly content. She told him she was about to go to bed; she didn't just stand up from the other end of the sofa and disappeared until he had to assume she was asleep and not just going on toilet or getting snacks, as a payback for all the nights he’d gone out without informing her. Slowly, she let him back into her life.
"Do you want to go to bed?", he asked back while very gently stroking along her shoulder with his thumb.
"Yes, that’s probably best. Got to get out early tomorrow, Mike's writing an exam, he has to be at school very punctual."
"I can take them tomorrow, if you want."
"If you actually do get them to school and don't forget that as well, yes, that would be nice."
He decided to ignore the little righteous punch in his direction for the sake of ending the evening peaceful. "I won't forget, I promise, I'll set my alarm."
She snuggled closer to him in response, which he thought was better than any verbal answer she could've given him, and he felt himself aching for her touch. He slowly realized just how much he'd missed to be held by her. She was so gentle, so loving, her touch could be warm and careful, making him feel safe. She'd allowed him to fall, to be weak, to let all his emotions out. John hoped he made her feel a similar way, wondered if she knew he was here for her to talk to, and he’d listen and comfort her.
He wanted her back so badly.
"Are you going to go to bed, too?", she asked quietly, seeming almost as if she really, really wanted him to come along. At least he hoped so.
"Yes, I will."
There was a little bit of an awkward silence before Veronica parted from him and stood up, and he joined her. Silently, the couple put away all the stuff, working side by side, without exchanging a word.
It felt oddly nice to John, just doing this domestic stuff with his wife, without arguing over the tiniest things. It reminded him how used to each other they'd gotten, in a good way, how in sync they could be. He fought the urge to just wrap his arms around her and pull her close and kiss her, just like in the old days, when they'd been so carefree.
Eventually it was all done, and the couple went up, getting themselves ready for bed.
-
When John was finished in the bath, he went back to their bedroom, like on any normal day, though this time he had the slight hope they’d maybe hold each other for a while, considering how she’d searched his touch earlier. The prospect made him a little excited, knowing they could be able to repair all the damage to their once seemingly unbreakable marriage, primarily the damage he’s done, unfortunately. He never really had been able to imagine a happy life without Veronica by his side, not even when he’d felt lowest, there was always this one part of him that knew they were right for each other. Some may have called it soulmates.
But despite how well he knew his soulmate, nothing had prepared him for the sight he was presented with as he stepped on the threshold of the bedroom, a ton of emotions rushing through his body at lightspeed. Because even though the room was only lit with her little bedside lamp, giving off a very cosy atmosphere, he could see everything stunningly clear.
His wife smiled, amused by how stunned he was to see her lay naked on the bed, and she noticed how he tried to focus all his attention on her face, while trying to piece together why exactly she was in nude. Usually neither of them was very fond of surprising each other by being naked, and while he adored her body, he wasn’t sure whether to be positively excited by this or just creeped out.
"Come here", she invited as he didn't move from where he stood in the doorframe. Hesitantly he stepped closer until standing at the foot end of the bed, only in his boxers, because despite the pouring rain outside, it was always warm in their home. Other than him, she shamelessly took his cuddly body in, the sexy chest hair, the belly which used to make such a good pillow for her whenever she was upset, his strong legs and a very handsome though confused face.
"Come here", she repeated with a giggle, tapping next to her on his side of the bed. He bit softly on his bottom lip before walking around the bed and taking a seat on the edge, turning his body to look to her.
"You don't usually sleep naked", he determined, raising his brows at her for an explanation.
"Just come to bed and lay down, alright?"
He grunted, a bit dissatisfied he didn't get a proper answer, but swung his legs on the bed as well, laying down flat on top of the covers. His arms were crossed beneath the head as he looked at his wife again.
"You do know you're acting quite confusing?"
She swallowed. "I just- It felt...nice, hugging you earlier, being so close again, you know, so I thought we could cuddle some more, just a bit...closer."
"You want to cuddle?"
"Yes, to get closer. I know you've had a long day, perhaps that'll make it a little better. I think it’d definitely make my day better", she smiled softly and reached out for him. Her touch was gentle on his cheek, as if she was scared to hurt him, but he leaned into her touch.
And then he decided to go along with it, happy she initiated this, so he shuffled closer to her on the bed, stretching his arm out to her, a silent invitation. His heart started beating noticeable quicker as she accepted and placed her cheek on his upper arm. She took a deep breath herself, closing her eyes and relaxing as he wrapped his arm around her. After all the struggles, his embrace still felt familiar and protecting.
"Tell me about your day."
"Told you it was rather boring, just a normal music video."
She pouted in a childish move. "No, John, talk to me. I want to hear your voice."
"My voice?" He kissed her light hair ever so slightly. "Well, what can I say? Freddie wanted to change everything around while recording, and I almost fell asleep whenever we had a break. It really isn't a very good video, but the job's done. Now you; What did Josh have? Do you think-"
Veronica placed her pointer on his lips, looking up to him lovingly. "Don't talk about our kids now, please."
"But I want to know-"
Her finger pressed a little harder. "No, I want to hear about you. I don't want to talk about Josh. Or any of our kids, for that matter."
He hummed softly in return; not sure what else he was supposed to talk about. Then he stopped caring about what he could say, even when she retreated her finger, instead he much rather focused on how gently she kissed his shoulder all of the sudden. One kiss after another she placed on his skin, until she had to push herself up a little to reach his collarbones.
"Veronica...", he moaned. "I though you said cuddle..."
"Want me to stop?"
"God, no!", he protested with such fervour that it made her laugh and rest her head on his chest for a second. Yes, apparently the love was still there.
"Then lay still and let me pamper you a little."
But to her surprise, he shook his head, stroking along her side softly, as if to remind himself of how her body felt. His hands settled at her waist as he studied her face. "I think I'd rather pamper you; you deserve it much more."
She leaned down and kissed him to hide the smile on her face at how he still cared. Gently at first, just a little peck on his lips, until his hand trailed back up and cupped her face. He wanted her close. Closer. The kiss grew deeper, their hands exploring each other's bodies as if they didn't know every single inch already.
"Do you want to lay down?", he panted against her lips, nudging his nose against hers, like he always used to do when their love was still so young.
Veronica smiled a little as a yes, please, giving his nose a quick kiss. She remembered this cute little gesture, too.
Once she'd rolled down of him and laid on the back, he immediately sat up, letting his hands slowly run over her stomach.
"You're still so beautiful...", he whispered, before his mouth joined his fingers. His kisses were much more hesitant and less needy than they had been, he wasn't taking her enthusiastic involvement for granted anymore, much rather as a gift.
His lips made their way up her body, before wrapping around one nipple, teasingly nibbling until she sighed in pleasure. John couldn't deny he took pride in how good he could make her feel. Her one hand rested on the back of his head as he kissed and sucked at her skin, closing his eyes. He'd missed that feeling and her taste, too.
Slowly he worked himself up to her collar bones, his body almost fully on top of her by now. His mouth worshipped her, and his little words and sounds did so, too. "God, you taste so good. - Could never get enough of you... - 'm gonna mark you up, you're mine, okay?"
To that she smiled, moaning a little to encourage him even more, so he knew she was truly his. He held his promise, sucking hickeys into her skin, hoping he put them in paces she'd be able to cover them rather easily; He knew she didn't like when the remains of their lovemaking were too obvious, but he couldn't leave her body without any traces, either. John needed her to know and to see how much he still loved and adored her. It felt like making-up sex, of some sort, his tender lips attempting to redeem all the ways he’s hurt her, even though they did it before after getting together again, he still wasn’t convinced she knew he wanted to make it right this time.
Under his tender fingertips he could feel her back arching up a little at his loving, her body almost melting into his.
"Want more", Veronica demanded, kind of breathless, wrapping her arms around her husband's back and kissing his greying hair. "John, I want more."
"Are... Are you sure? That's not just cuddles and kisses anymore then..."
She adored his concern, how scared he was to hurt her, to go too far in his love-drunk state, but now she felt it was out of place. "Haven't I been clear enough?"
John moaned a little, but he nodded. He leaned his forehead against hers, suddenly a bit nervous, even though she was his wife, and he knew her so well. Gently he pressed his body into hers, and her eyes closed in bliss.
"Fuck, you're so hard already..."
His moves were so desperate, rocking his hips into hers to get some friction through the boxershorts. It didn't take long until he started whining, his face now buried in her neck, not able to keep up with kissing her, the small sounds came out muffled but still went straight to her core. She traced her hand down his chest and tummy, until reaching the elastic band of his boxers, and then a bit further.
"God, Veronica", he moaned deeply as her fingers wrapped around the base of his erection. She bit her lip at the sound, one of her most favourites, especially if it was combined with her name.
But instead of jerking him the way he loved to feel it, she retreated her hands and instead hooked her fingers under the fabric, trying to pull it down but her arms weren't long enough. As soon as he got her intention though, he sat up, gazing down at her with a smirk before shoving the redundant garment away from his legs and mindlessly down on the floor.
Playfully she hooked her legs around his waist, silently asking him to come back closer to her, an invitation he didn't hesitate to accept, holding himself up on top of her.
She ran her knuckles along his cheekbone as his face hung over hers, admiring his handsome face and the slight sweat on it. Her touch was so full of utter love, it almost contrasted her filthy words. "Please fuck me good, John."
"Mh, yes, yes, God, 'm gonna make you so happy...", he groaned while letting his hand explore her core, so wet for him, he couldn't wait much longer. His hand guided his cock to her, throbbing from excitement.
Veronica moaned as she felt him entering her slowly, his face scrunching up adorably at how focused he was on making her feel good with his body. It felt so good to her after such a long time, and she tried to encourage him by wrapping her arms around his neck, so he buried his face in her neck again.
"You feel so good", he whimpered once he'd bottomed out in her, their hips locked, and he felt like he was in heaven. So close to the person he loved so dearly. It was the best feeling he'd ever experienced, much better than any of the successes of the band, and everything in him bubbled with love to be embraced by her once again. She made him feel safe, a feeling he’d missed often when he was gone from home, either on tour or drunk with all the alcohol he’d attempted to use to shut his feelings out.
She kissed his cheek, close to his ear as this was where she could reach, before whispering: “I need you so bad, John, I missed this so much… Make love to me, please, yes?”
He nodded against her skin, overwhelmed by her warmth, but he just wanted to please her, though his pleasure easily came as a welcomed side effect. John tried his best to keep looking at her and not fully melt into the sweet feeling when he pulled out almost completely, holding still for a moment to take a deep breath. Her face looked angelic when he thrust back in slowly, mouth opened at the sensation nothing could ever compare to, her eyes almost fluttering close.
John whimpered, and his cheeks grew red, a bit embarrassed by his own sound. “Ronnie…”
“Mhh, baby, you feel so good in me, keep going, please, make love to me!”, she begged him. While her voice wasn’t as pathetically desperate as his, she still was close to breathlessness, her voice lower than usual, and he loved hearing it. God, yes, he wanted to make love to her, he wanted to see her happy so badly-
"Gonna fuck you so good, Ronnie", he whispered, before kissing her lips softly and repeating his move, putting his all in to please his wife.
He never sped up, never changed the slow pace he settled on, panting against her lips. Their bodies were intertwined as close as could be, but she pulled him even closer, deeper with every move, allowing her body to take control over her mind. She never wanted to miss this again. The way he buried his nose against her neck, tried to stroke over her hair but was consumed by pleasure instead, the small sounds he made, the praises that tumbled from his soft lips every now and then. How he promised to love her the way she deserved, to never let her go.
And in return, she embraced him with her love, pressing her body against his, promising she'd never give up on the two of them, letting him know how much she loved him. Her head fell back as she enjoyed the sensation, whimpering and moaning and telling him how good the felt in her, as if he completed her, and in this moment, she felt as happy as she hadn't been in months, if not longer. He made love to her, and she loved him. "You're perfect", Veronica moaned under her breath and nudged her nose against his.
There was almost what could be described as peaceful silence between them, only interrupted when he'd angled one thrust particularly to her or his own liking, and the quiet sound of the occasional car passing on the street, while the rain gently pattered on the window. The couple felt as if they were in a bubble of lust and adoration for one another.
John moaned darkly as his movements sped up ever so slightly. She drove him mad as she met every single one of his thrusts, wanting more, she knew him so well. "God, Veronica, 'm gonna come-"
"Please", she merely whined, her hands grasping at his waist, encouraging him even more. He mumbled something that sounded a lot like "I need you so bad" to her, but she wasn't sure, the only thing she was able to focus on was how good his body felt on hers.
Her husband grunted with the last thrusts, holding her as tight as he could, before the pleasure overwhelmed him, eyes squeezing close. "Fuck, Veronica", he whimpered weakly, drooling on her skin, but he barely noticed, the feeling spreading in his body due to her demanded all his attention.
"Johnny", she groaned back to him softly, going almost mad at the feeling she loved, and seeing him so happy when he came… Her hips rocked into his, trying to give him as much indulgence as possible, while he basically fell apart on top of her. His wife's name tumbled repeatedly from his lips, like a charm that kept him going.
Veronica stroked over his back as his strained breaths hit her skin. "Love you, John."
"Mhh, too", he grumbled, still not able to catch his breath after the heavenly orgasm. He kept his eyes close, his body close to smothering her, but Veronica couldn't care less. It felt as if the emotional brick wall had given away at least a little peek hole, they found to each other again, were close in so many ways.
She gave him a gentle kiss on the short hair while keeping caressing his back. He hummed, quite content with the situation, until he thought about how she'd made him come and she didn’t come yet and how much he wanted to see the person he loved more than anyone else happy and pleased…
A little surprised noise escaped her when he sat up already, but he gave her a little smile to soothe her, his large hands stroking along her thighs. She allowed herself a quick glance down his body, the sight of his wet and spent dick getting her excited once again.
"Wanna make you come", he murmured, before settling between her spread legs. She knew what was to come and licked her lips at the prospect.
John leaned down, kissing along her inner thigh, further up, until reaching her core. God, he was going to make her happy, wanted to taste her so badly. A little kiss on her clit made her sigh, her hands grasping down to pull his head further against herself, a gesture he understood immediately, she'd done it so many times already. Therefore, he didn't spend much time kissing her, but started darting his tongue out to taste her in long licks, all with the determination to make her orgasm. Groaning against her, he began nibbling and sucking, getting out all the little tricks he knew made her go mad.
"God, John, 's feels so good!", she moaned out, her hands already clasping at the bed sheets, the sensation of him letting go inside of her still lingering, increasing the impact of his present efforts. John chuckled a little, but his wife was more of a priority for him than making a smug comment about it. She probably knew what he'd say, anyway.
It didn't take long until her sweet sounds got louder. "John, wanna come…"
In return, he pressed two fingers inside of her, his heart beating faster at how easily she took it with how wet she was. "Come for me, baby", he murmured darkly, lapping at her core like it was his last meal, and a delicious one at that. Veronica cried out softly when she did so, her back arching up in a way John loved seeing it, so he kept up with his efforts while adoring the pleasure-laced sounds which he was able to elicit from her.
He let her ride the high out, only stopping when she tried to push him away, overstimulated by his lips and tongue, whimpering a little.
John licked her taste off his lips, smirking down at her, and once she caught his glance with tired eyes, he winked, making her giggle, and he could hear the not yet fading pleasure in her hoarse voice.
"You look so sweet when you come…", he murmured, running his hands back up her naked body. Leaning over her, he gave her a quick kiss on the nose, but she wasn’t quite satisfied yet, bowing her head up and asking for a proper kiss, and he’d be a madman if he’d deny her to taste herself on his tongue. But he still felt how exhausted she was from the long day and their lovemaking, so he let himself fall down next to her, relieving her of his body weight, and took her hand in his, wanting to maintain their closeness as long as she wanted to. Veronica sighed and turned her head to the side to gaze at her husband.
“I’m glad you’re back home”, she whispered lovingly, just loud enough he could hear it.
“I’m very happy, too. I missed the sex especially”, he grinned, causing her to smack his arm playfully, and he faked a yelp, which honestly sounded awfully ridiculous.
“You’re stupid, be romantic with me for once, okay?”, she complained. But the smile gave her away, so John only shook his head, knowing very well she agreed with him. The couple had naturally always been quite… prolific in that area, and both were content to see they still enjoyed it as much as their first times – though maybe even more, as they knew each other’s bodies a lot better by now and it rarely came to certain song-worthy accidents.
They giggled for a while, he made more foolish jokes, and she playfully complained some more, until she was interrupted by her own yawn. After a quick detour to the bathroom and to the wardrobe where she quickly got herself dressed in panties and a big shirt of his, she cuddled against her husband again, who held her in his arms as her head was placed on his chest.
“It`s like… one in the morning already”, she mumbled.
"Mh-mh", he hummed. "We should probably sleep now."
"Gotta stand up again in… uh, about five hours", Veronica groaned, remembering that they did indeed have four kids who all went to school now, and needed to be punctual, and couldn't just spend their days sorely with each other. She wouldn't have it any other way though, loving her family with all that she had.
He kissed her hair gently, adoring how she was still wanting to be physically close to him. "I can bring them tomorrow, you know. I've functioned with less sleep already. I'll wake you when I'm back again."
"Oh, that sounds nice…"
"Get used to it", he said, and she heard the smirk in his voice, making her giggle a little.
"See, there's that romantic side I wanted earlier!"
He chuckled into her hair, nodding. He could be romantic at times if he put some more effort in it all. Maybe he could make her breakfast in bed tomorrow - although, taking into account how their other attempts went, he probably shouldn't.
"If I don't move now, I'll fall asleep on top of you", Veronica grumbled, although it didn't seem like the worst idea, her husband was a quite warm and comfortable pillow. Nonetheless she rolled off him, and to her delight, John turned around as well, wrapping one arm around her waist so he spooned her, his hands settling on her belly underneath the shirt.
"I'm sorry I was late today. I- I'm really trying to be better, you know?"
"I know, Johnny", she mumbled into her pillow, the actual one this time, not his chest. "Just hold me now. And apologise to Josh, please, he was so sad you couldn’t take him to bed today..."
"Of course. - Although I do like one thing better than the other."
"I really hope it's hugging me?"
"Mh", he hummed and agreed with her. "I'll hold you until you're asleep, promise."
"Very good." She smiled, taking his hands out from under the shirt to give his knuckles a goodnight kiss, she was too tired to turn around again, her eyes falling close already.
"I love you", John murmured against her neck, and his wife was only able to hum in return due to her sleepiness, but this was enough for him to know that she told him she loved him, too.
It barely took a couple of minutes until he noticed the rhythm of her breath change, she was fully relaxed in his arms, fast asleep. He made sure to double-check whether he really had set the alarm on the right time, before allowing himself to hug her a bit tighter to comfort himself until he followed her into a deeply exhausted but very content sleep.
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When Veronica was woken up by her husband the next day, it was past nine in the morning, and her fear that their kids weren’t in school was promptly soothed by John, who let her know that all kids had been so overly punctual that "those cute little monsters" couldn't stop complaining about how it was too early for them. In return, she wordlessly pulled him down for a kiss, despite him whinging about how he'd prepared breakfast for two downstairs, but as soon as her hands rubbed over his lower tummy beneath the patterned button-down shirt he was wearing, he gave in and kissed her back eagerly.
They loved being close to each other, and this was easier done in bed without any clothing than by politely sitting across from each other on the table, after all.
blake, you know what sounds really good right now? some soft deaky snuggles where he talks about all the things he loves about you and how much you mean to him 🥺
oh fuvc this would be so soft, like you’ve just had a really rough and hard week but DEaky knows exactly how to console you, like he sees you come home after like another terrible day and he’s like “cmere sweetheart” and you cross the room and sit in his lap straddling him on the couvh and rest your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder and he holds you there for awhile whispering lovely things in your ear and rubbing your back forever 😍
John turned up the volume of the telly to cover the sound of Ronnie vomiting in the adjacent bathroom, an adjustment that his wife could hear loud and clear over her own retching. He had confessed multiple times that he hated hearing it and that it made him feel nauseous himself, but he could at least pretend that what her body was going through didn’t disgust him. After all, she was only doing this because of his mistake. If Mr. Misfire hadn’t finished inside her instead of pulling out like he promised, she wouldn’t be nine months pregnant and throwing up her supper while he watched Coronation Street in the next room. Of course, they also wouldn’t have gotten married and would most likely still be living in their little one-room flat. But still, was it too much to ask for him to come hold her hair instead of trying to drown out the noise?
By the time she had spat out the last drops of stomach acid and rinsed her mouth out, Veronica was properly mad. She didn’t even look at him as she exited the bathroom and sat down on the bed. She took a few sips of water from the glass on her nightstand and lay down and closed her eyes. Falling asleep probably would’ve been harder if she weren’t always so tired these days. John trying to get her attention barely registered in her mind, not that she particularly wanted to talk to him anyway. She just wished that he knew what she was going through. Then he might be a little more sympathetic.
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Prompt: BodySwap
Warnings: emotional hurt/comfort, some emotional angst and fluff, mention of sex and non-descriptive sex.
The 80s are almost over, John and Veronica are spending the weekend alone in Biarritz, and it seems like a normal, rainy day... except that Veronica woke up in John's body, and vice versa. Maybe it is a sign to discover each other better, unravelling the tangle of feelings that they had so carefully repressed. Maybe it's a lesson to love each other a bit more.
Posting a bit early today! 🎉 It's only the 2nd day and I already hit you with some feels, sorry! 🥺💕💕💕 But I was eager to write a bodyswap fic for the event and while it wasn't easy to retain from write smut (which applies so easily to this prompt!) I genuinely loved exploring their feelings while they tried to stay together and mend the broken pieces. It's settled in Biarritz but I didn't want to give a settled year, it's somewhere between '87 and '89.
I genuinely hope you'll like this, and I hope I didn't make too much confusion with their swapped bodies 😅 It's been a challenge to write their feelings and movements in each other's skin! Please let me know your thoughts!
hii, first of all, finding your blog is a blessing from heaven🙌🏻✨, I'm so happy for have found it❤️ don't know if u write for them but, can I request queen headcannons, please? It's ok if you don't write to them, anyways, your blog is amazing thank u💕
hii! omg, thank you so much, i'm so glad you think so! its a blessing that your requesting me right now! 💕 yes, of course you can. i'd love to write headcanons about them! i don't really write for them, but as stated i do take requests for other bands/people! ur welcome, and thank you. ❤️
(whats happening in the gif 😭)
QUEEN HEAD-CANONS! (NSFW ADDITION!)
FREDDIE MERCURY
Freddie is the most sweetest person during sex it is very unbelievable. But he has his times where he cracks a smile and starts to laugh when you make an weird noise or manage to fall off the bed. He wants to make sure what he is doing is ok with you, of course. He never wants to hurt you or make you uncomfortable in any way possible.
He doesn't have many kinks, but Im gonna think he might have a role-play kink. Dressing up, all that stuff, yk? He doesn't have a particular favorite roleplay pair.
He prefers non-public sex due to the fact because he doesn't want to get in trouble, nor does he want anyone to even see in the first place. So he prefers to do it where its just you and him. He also doesn't like to go out in public with you hence people back then weren't very supportive of ur relationship.
You both don't really use positions. You guys just end up doing it however you two land up.
Honestly, sex happens mostly on the couch or the bed, no in between. Although, if you'd like to do it somewhere else that's fine with him.
BRIAN MAY
He's a sweet, somewhat serious and goofy guy during sex. He always cracks a smile during sex, and remains eye contact with you. He holds ur hands, kisses you all over and makes sure ur okay and he isn't hurting you too much. He can get rough though. He can start to spank you, and roughen you up.
Thighs, he loves thighs. He is a big thigh person. He adores touching and getting in between ur thighs. Hickies are left there sometimes.
Breeding kink. Nuff Said.
Very possessive sometimes, although he'll let you see friends and everything. During sex, he'll force you/beg to moan his name because he loves to hear how he owns you.
He isn't much interested in kinks, though he's fine with them. He's got a major breeding kink, how he groans to put a baby into you, and how he's gonna fill you up.
ROGER TAYLOR
Ah yes, Roger. The screaming boy. That definitely applies to the bed. Grunting, and moaning softly in ur ear. But, he likes to dominate you and roughen you up. Brian accidentally walked in on you two, It was kinda embarrassing. He loves pulling ur hair, calling you slut and names.
He likes his hair pulled, enough said.
He loves your boobs. Sometimes he'll grope them when he's behind you, or in front of you. He'll slap them sometimes. Freddie had to tell him to stop.
He loves having sex in the car, because music can play, and he loves his car as well, so. He loves having you in his car.
He'll definitely let you dominate him.. calling him baby boy, and how he'll call you mommy.
JOHN DEACON
John is just chill during sex, though he can get very serious and somewhat goofy, it's pretty casual. But, he'll roughen you up for you and will try new things for you if sex is getting boring.
Lives for you riding him, he likes to grip ur thighs and make eye contact with you.
Loves ur ass. He likes to smack it, and grab it from behind or when he is walking by. Brian noticed it and never said anything after.
He likes when you just tug his hair slightly when he eats you out. He loves it. How you entangled your fingers get into his soft/curly hair.
Is willing to do a threesome with you and one of his bandmates.
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Anonymous author • Valentine's day smut 🔥
February 1988, John is on a little holiday with his wife Veronica to celebrate her birthday and Valentine's day, just the two of them. It's been a while since their last time, and he really wants to make love to her.
Being a NSFW work, please interact only if you're +18 🙏🏻💕 A pwp story with deep feelings and lots of love sprinkled throughout it!
Veronica’s hands shook as she brought her cup of tea to her lips and tried not to stare at the headline in front of her. It was no use. She had already all but memorized the entire wretched article: Way Down Yonder in Nude Orleans.
