Summary: "Brian’s Dom had been the one to walk into the kitchen it turned out."
Notes: I ended up having to repost this, lets pretend that didn't happen :')
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A quick note: There is the use of the title Mommy used in the dom/sub sense but the implications that title could have go no further than that. I mention it because I know that can still bother some people so I wanted to warn you.
I recommend Voodoo by Godsmack as a music companion piece ;)
Brian sat on his and Roger’s bed, filled with anticipation.
He had been sitting in the kitchen earlier, dinner in front of him, with every intention to do some music writing after his meal. He had been lost in thought about a chord progression that had been floating around in his mind for about a week now. So lost in fact, he hadn’t heard the back door open.
Roger had come in, cheeks rosy from the cold outside. He had shrugged off his coat, and strode forward to Brian, who was staring off into space.
Brian had jumped when his jaw had suddenly been grabbed, giant blue eyes entering his field of vision.
“Half hour. Wear a button down and the rainbow socks. Nothing else.”
Brian’s Dom had been the one to walk into the kitchen it turned out.
Brian had not been able to say anything in return because Roger went on to press his lips onto Brian’s. He then watched Roger as he walked to the stairs to the second floor, his hips swaying suggestively as he did so.
Now, as requested, he wore a button down white shirt, the specific rainbow colored stockings he knew Roger wanted and nothing else. He felt quite vulnerable.
After about ten more minutes of waiting a cough came from the master bathroom, a clearing of the throat and a false high pitched voice. “Are you ready for me?”
Brian pressed his lips together and his eyebrows raised. ‘Oh.’
Despite himself, knowing it was against the rules, Brian replied, “You know you really don’t need to do that right, Roger?”
The door to the bathroom opened to reveal a dainty looking blond wearing a too high of a skirt, high heels and a rather realistic wig. Her hands were firmly on her narrow hips.
“Excuse me? What did you just call me?”
Brian licked his lips. “Ah right, sorry,” He paused. “Rogerina.”
A sneer appeared on Rogerina’s face, and she stepped towards the bed as though she had been born in heels. Brian could see the head of her cock peaking below the skirt, a detail that hadn’t been lost by his own dick.
In a swift movement she put her foot on the bed, the point of the heel coming dangerously close to Brian’s balls.
“Oh you don’t even get to call me Rogerina tonight,” She said, matter-of-fact. “Or ma’am for that matter. Tonight you’re calling me ‘Mommy’.”
A blush bloomed across Brian’s face and Rogerina’s hand reached to caress his cheek.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Brian?”
He answered while staring up into her eyes, “Y-yes, Mommy.”
A delighted giggle tumbled out of Rogerina’s pretty little pink lips. “That’s more like it.”
The toe of Rogerina’s high heel pressed a bit firmer onto Brian’s crotch. As a whimper escaped Brian, his hands grabbed fistfuls of sheets. His eyes remained locked with hers.
“Now don’t you worry, Mommy will take care of you,” She said softly as she caressed his lips with her thumb. “You know I love it when you’re vocal.”
Brian nodded, his eyes still not leaving hers until she dipped her head and captured his mouth, her hand sliding to the nape of his neck.
His hands began to roam over Rogerina’s naked torso, her skin so very soft, except for her hands. He pulled her closer, raking his nails down her back to the top of her ass where the skirt started.
Rogerina let out a small gasp into his mouth. This made Brian gather her up in his arms so that she sat on his lap, her knees on either side of him.
“Hmm, how nice should Mommy be?” Rogerina asked rhetorically. She began to gyrate her hips to create friction.
Brian grabbed onto her ass underneath her skirt, thrusting up to meet her movements. “I’ll be a good boy,” Brian said faintly, his eyes wider than they usually would be, clouded with lust.
He kissed down Rogerina’s neck, licking her adam’s apple as he went. The smell of perfume and shampoo met Brian’s nose. Rogerina hummed and tossed her head back. “Oh I know you will be babe,” Her voice was caught in her throat and her fingers threaded upward through Brian’s curls.
When Brian began kissing her collar bone, she said, “But I’m still going to fuck you.”
Brian grunted in response, wrapping his hand around Rogerina’s cock; A much manlier moan to escaped her parted lips. She struggled not to break character while he slowly pumped her dick, but FUCK, his hand felt so good; especially the textured tips of his fingers from playing guitar all these years.
“Fuck Bri,” Roger said, completely breaking character. He panted as Brian palmed his balls and then pulled Roger down for a kiss.
Roger had no time to take in what was happening when Brian suddenly pushed Roger onto his back. Now Brian was straddling him, kissing him roughly.
When they broke apart to breathe, Brian went for Roger’s neck, but this time he wasn’t kind. His teeth caught flesh between them, that he sucked on, and he reveled at the low grunts and moans coming from Roger’s throat.
“No fair,” Roger managed to choke out as he kicked off the heels and locked his legs around Brian’s waist.
Brian began to thrust against Roger, both of them incredibly hard. Precum leaked from the head of Brian’s cock and Roger reached between them to run his fingers over it. He glided his hands down Brian’s impressive length.
Brian’s face buried into Roger’s shoulder and he whimpered again, which finally reminded Roger to get back into character.
“You like that?” Roger said, switching back to his Rogeria voice. “Tell me how much you like that, baby.”
A muffled moan got lost into her chest as Brian nuzzled his face into her skin more as Rogerina’s hand sped up.
“Now now, use your words-”
“I-” Brian’s voice shook. He got onto his back as Rogerina moved to hover over him, her lips found his nipple, which she teased with her tongue, along with long even strokes back and forth on Brian’s cock.
“Hmm?” Rogerina hummed against Brian’s skin as she totally removed her hands from his body.
“Please, don’t stop,” Brian whined.
“Oh now I have to,” A wicked grin spread across her face as Brian let out a frustrated sigh.
“Come on, on your belly, ass in the air for Mommy.”
Rogerina reached under her skirt and palmed her own boner which had begun to ache.
Brian grumbled, crossing his arms defiantly.
“Do you want to be punished?” Rogerina asked, raising her eyebrows as she rubbed the head of her dick. It was hard to keep her mind in what she was trying to get Brian to do; everything felt so good. She knew, however, her prize, if she persisted, would feel even better.
Brian grumbled again and eventually said, “No I don’t want to be punished, Mommy.”
It came across a bit more aggressive than Rogerina would have liked but she changed her focus to Brian’s shirt instead. Rogerina helped him slide it down each arm after Brian unbuttoned it. Their eyes locked again in a battle of wills.
Brian’s resolve softened when he saw that Roger had put on eyeliner in the way he knew Brian liked. The moment of hesitation was enough for Rogerina to gain the upper hand. She gently but firmly pushed him down onto his stomach, exposing his unmarked back. She waited for him to put his ass into the air like she instructed. His rainbow striped socks made the display in front of her even more sexy as he allowed himself to become even more vulnerable than he was before.
Rogerina reached to their bedside table and took out the petroleum jelly they kept stored in it. She dipped her fingers in, mindful of the nail polish she had hastily slapped on her short nails when she was prepping earlier. She put the tin back and positioned herself behind Brian.
“I’m going to touch you okay?”
Brian nodded, pressing his face down into the mattress. Rogerina’s warm fingers slid their way to Brian’s hole, where she began to finger him with two fingers to start with. “Didn’t I say I was going to take care of you?”
Brian eagerly pressed backwards onto her fingers, arching his back. His hair was now a curly cloud around his face. His blush deepened and his eyes squeezed shut.
“Yes,” He gasped out as Rogerina added a third finger in, his eyes watering from behind his eyelids. “Yes, Mommy.”
Rogerina went on for a few more minutes, thrusting her fingers in and out while soft gasps continued to pour out from between Brian’s red lips.
When she eventually withdrew her hand to replace it with something else, it made Brian whimper, but he knew he wouldn’t be empty for long. Rogerina, though now mostly just Roger with a wig at this point, pulled off her skirt.
Brian was biting down rather hard on his lip to the point where the skin around it turned a bit white and that made Roger pause.
“Hey, are you okay?” Roger asked softly, running his hand down Brian’s back gently. Brian nodded.
“Do you want me to stop with the Mommy thing?”
Brian shook his head, nudging his backside closer to Roger, who smirked.
Victory.
Roger cleared his throat and put on his high voice again.
“Look at my needy boy,” Rogerina crooned. “Are you ready for Mommy’s cock now?” Another nod.
Rogerina got behind Brian and positioned herself, admiring for a moment how pretty her glitter nails looked holding onto Brian’s backside. She gave his butt a little slap of warning, and her cock twitched in anticipation. She placed the head of her cock near Brian’s entrance, and slowly she guided herself as she slid inside. Her breath hitched as she met the temporary resistance.
She carefully settled herself, her fingers reaching under Brian and milking his cock. A half sob tumbled out of Brian as he pressed his face into the mattress again and a grunt came when he relaxed enough that Rogerina felt she could thrust.
Brian was now very vocal. His eyes remained tightly shut and his fist clutched at bedding while he used the other arm to brace himself. He got help from Rogerina’s strong drummer arm holding him up too around the middle.
Brian grew steadily louder as Rogerina sped up both with her thrusting and milking his cock. Her hand grew tighter when he moaned out, “Mommy, please don’t stop!”
Roger grunted deeply and moaned Brian’s name as his thrusts became more erratic. It was clear he wasn’t going to last much longer.
Brian followed Roger’s thrusts, and eventually his cries just changed for moans for Roger to keep going. Roger didn’t care about their roll playing anymore, he was now just building towards sweet release, enjoying how warm and deep he was in Brian.
Roger began to let out high pitched squeaks that weren’t just playful exaggerations this time. He often did this before he was about to cum but it was also something Brian knew Roger was very self conscious about.
However, the sound drove Brian crazy. He could feel that he was about to cum himself. He let out one last ‘Roger, Oh my god, fuck, FUCK,” He hit his peak, gasping breaths coming from him deeply while Roger angled to hit his prostate over and over. It was becoming almost too much. Cum dribbled down onto the bed and Roger was still squeaking as he got closer to his own release.
Brian panted, “Finish... on...chest?”
Roger let out a frantic noise of agreement and slipped out of Brian so he could roll over onto his back.
Brian’s hand took over for Roger. Brian flicked his wrist the way he knew Roger liked most. The sight of Roger above him was gorgeous- his wig had unpinned completely and fallen off at some point. His eyeliner ran down his cheeks and his cherubic mouth was open and his head thrown back. It was a wonder Roger could hold himself up at all.
Roger thrust frantically into Brian’s hand, completely a sweaty, sexy mess.
“Bri-”
It didn’t take long for Roger to begin to shake and Brian pointed Roger’s cock to his chest and Roger cried out as he came, watching wide eyed as his cum spread on Brian’s chest. His mouth fell open and he panted. Unable to keep balance anymore, he collapsed next to Brian, absolutely spent.
“s’Good?” Roger said after a couple minutes of holding Brian and panting.
“Yeah,” Brian smiled and ran his fingers through Roger’s short, sweaty, hair.
Roger looked at Brian’s chest and rose a little to kiss it, lapping up the cum he just put there with his soft tongue. Brian sighed softly and ran his fingers over the back of Roger’s neck.
“Am I gonna get punished next time because I broke character?” Brian asked, a mischievous tint to his tone.
“Maaaaaybe,” Roger said sleepily running his fingers in light circles on top Brian’s stomach.
Brian pressed his lips to Roger’s damp brow. “Looking forward to it, Mommy.”
Summary: You get an instagram DM you never would have expected. Slightly implied Maylor.
Notes: My friend plastic.eating.people/ Junogetswild on instagram had a dream and I asked if I could write a fic about it :)'Reader' can be any gender you like! Brian is his young self in this fan fiction but it is set in modern day.
AO3 Link: here
It was mid-afternoon and you had just woken up. The night before you had been up most of the night watching Youtube videos about Queen again, a habit you developed ever since you saw Bohemian Rhapsody for the first time a few months prior.
You held the back of your hand to your mouth as you yawned, still in your PJs. With a sigh you sat down in your computer chair, considered turning on your laptop, but decided against it.
Your phone sat on the desk and you reached for it in a lazy gesture, not really intending to give it much attention.
Your finger pressed on Instagram mostly out of habit. You started a Queen Fan Instagram a few months ago and had amassed a modest following, and you spent a lot of time on there now. You smiled when you saw that a few of your favorite artists had posted overnight.
Then, your inbox icon caught your eye. You had one new message waiting for you. You clicked on it, and found that it had come from one of your newer friends from the Queen Fandom. You opened the message and it was filled to the brim of barely coherent capital letters strung together.
Puzzled, you scrolled through the jumble of screaming and in a message towards the end of the DM there was a Youtube link surrounded by several thousand exclamation points.
Curiosity flooded you. Your mind mulled over what it could have possibly been. You tapped the link and were greeted with a message saying ‘Youtube has flagged this video as containing 18+ content, do you wish to continue?’
Your eyebrow rose. The thought to get your headphones briefly entered your mind, so you opened the drawer near you, and pulled them out. Your finger briefly hovered over the yes button, wondering if the video was a Rick Roll or something.
The next page to load was the Youtube video page. The video was titled ‘Master Stroke’ and your eyes widened when you saw it had 3 million views and a mess of likes. It was uploaded to Brian May’s official account and the description of the video simply said, ‘-Bri’. You considered scrolling down to the comments but decided against it.
Whatever this amazing thing was, you wanted to experience it properly.
You pressed play and the video began.
At first the camera lens zoomed in and out of focus and you could hear uncontrollable giggling that was unmistakably coming from Roger Taylor. You could see Brian’s form zooming in and out of focus as Roger tried to adjust the camera, his hand going over the camera lens every so often and causing the screen to black out for a moment.
“You’re going to have to leave,” Brian said, his voice stern. “It’s bad enough you roped me into this.”
“You did lose the bet fair and square Brian,” Came John Deacon’s voice from somewhere behind the camera.
Finally, Brian was in frame, and he was sat on his bed. Roger sounded as though he was beside himself with laughter.
“Deaky, just… please,” Brian blushed and looked over the camera to where the boys were most likely standing. “And shut the door on your way.”
John snorted at the request but you could hear him coaxing a hysterical Roger back out into the hallway and their voices became more distant. The sound of the door shutting caused Brian to put his attention on the camera instead.
His hazel eyes peered right into your own through the phone screen and you felt your excitement and curiosity rise. Was Brian going to play some song he hated on the Red Special perhaps? That did not explain the age gate but Youtube had been known to flag stranger things as 18+ before.
Brian cleared his throat and brushed his brown locks from the front of his face as if he was trying to stall time. He sniffed and then said, “Hello, folks. As you heard I had a wager going with Roger over one of our latest scrabble matches and I lost.”
Brian paused, pressed his lips together and stared up at the ceiling as though it was very interesting all of a sudden.
“Well, here goes nothing.”
You watched in awe and stunned silence as Brian laid himself down on his bed on his back, his face close to the camera. One of his legs dangled off the bed’s edge due to the strange angle not giving him enough room to stretch out, the other leg bent and he propped his foot up on the bed.
He glanced upwards over to the camera, his hair cradling his head. He took a deep breath and you watched as he slowly brought those thin fingers of his to the top of his button down shirt.
Slow and careful, one by one, Brian unbuttoned his shirt. You had not meant for it to happen but your phone was much closer to your face than it normally would have been.
Once all the buttons were undone, He slid his fingers down the patch of skin that was revealed all the way down to his navel and his breath caught in his throat. He whimpered and his eyes closed as he slid his hand down into his pants.
A groan escaped Brian’s lips and he bit down on his bottom one, his tongue slightly jutting out and his eyebrows knitted together. He began to moan and gasp as he moved his hand up and down his cock. You could not see it however, as the pants and boxers he wore were in the way.
It didn’t matter though. The shocking display continued. Brian’s eyelids fluttered and a raspy moan rumbled out of his chest and he began to tremble.
After another minute of this, he turned onto his side, his hand working furiously as he pumped back and forth. He began to curl around himself, swears coming out of him along with more gasps. He was straining against his pants but the constriction seemed to turn him on even more. His head tossed back again as a loud drawn out moan of “Ruh-Rog-ee-rrrr” escaped him, but it became obvious very quickly he had not meant to do that.
A deep blush covered Brian’s face and he curled up again, looking somewhere between embarrassed and on another plane of existence. He thrust along with his erratic hand movements, his hips snapping back and fourth without much rhythm. The rustling of his sheets and his deep moans filled your ears and you seemed to have forgotten how to breathe.
With one last shout, Brian came undone. He whimpered and babbled as he rode his orgasm, curling up even more so as his hand slowed. Frantic hitched breaths continued for a moment while his hand slid out of his pants covered in cum. He looked down at his hand and lifted up his pants and underwear to see his load spreading up the lower part of his abdomen.
Brian laid back down on his back, panting. He closed his eyes and stayed like that until someone began to knock on the door.
“Darling,” You heard the voice from behind the camera say. “Are you done your video? Roger’s lit the toaster on fire again and I need help.”
Brian let out a deep long sigh and replied, “Yeah, I’ll be right there Fred, give me a second.”
He sat up and glanced at the camera, his lips pressed together and his hand rubbed against his pants, mostly in vain. He got up, the video went black, and ended.
You sat in silence for quite some time, numb with shock and incredibly turned on. After a few moments of consideration, you copied the link, opened Instagram and messaged your friend who had an obsession with Brian, simply commenting, ‘You have to see this!’
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