Make Me Feel Like A Real Man(Roger Waters x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, lewd themes, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, dirty/crass talk, Roger being an ass(what's new?), unprotected sex, sort of a rivalry, reader is a member of the band
word count: 1.5k
pairings: Roger Waters x Fem!Reader
summary: he always gets under your skin, and he always pisses you off...so why do you find him that sexy? And why do you let him rile you up?
a/n: Sorry for the lack of fics! I'm working on more soon and I really hope you all enjoy!!!!
He was so insufferable. You wondered why you even bothered trying to be his friend. Being in the band was annoying enough, considering you were very talented and sometimes his own jealousy was taken out on you. Then again, you had to keep reminding yourself that being in the best band in the world was enough payment to deal with the misery and enigma that is Roger Waters.
Tall, lanky, stupid grin, sexy ass…
You hated that you found him that attractive. Really, you shouldn’t think he was attractive at all. Not when the rest of the band were all very handsome men as well. You had your pick of the litter, so to speak. Still, you did all you could to keep it very professional. A rock band with married men wasn’t the place to begin picking up the love of your life after all.
Still, Roger picked up on the fact that you had the hots for him. Immediately, he clocked it. It was written all over your first from the first day you joined them in the recording studio. You weren’t a main player in the band, no, but you were important to their sound. A secondary bass player, and you knew your way around a keyboard if needed. It was your talent, skills and your unique way of hearing music and composing it that lead to you being a mainstay.
The rest of the band got along with you really well. Your input was invaluable to all of them, and you always had a way of keeping them level-headed when you feared that maybe things could go the way of throwing furniture or slamming doors. They thanked you tremendously for that as well, knowing that this wasn’t what you signed up for either.
As the months went by, you found yourself in a comfortable routine. You’d come in, help them with a part on the record that they couldn’t quite work out themselves, and you would leave with a sense of satisfaction and happiness that you were able to contribute. And then there was the constant teasing from the man himself.
Roger loved getting under your skin. Every day, he’d tease you. Tease you for not being as tall as him, tease you for not being as smart as him, tease you for everything and anything. He found new ways to get you all riled up, and if he was honest with himself, he would often get hard just from mocking you and seeing you so flustered.
One night, you and Roger were the only two in the studio. It was getting late, and you were working on something that couldn’t wait until tomorrow to be finished. Roger was off somewhere else, working on something completely different. For the first time in a little bit, he was being quiet and you were more than thankful for this.
Eventually, you finishes up your work and you are about to leave when Roger pushes you back into the room. You huff in annoyance and he smirks. He smells like cigarettes and tea; an intoxicating combination that always seems to burrow into your senses. He’s got this look of satisfaction on his face that you don’t even want to know why.
“Would you look at the time?” His tone is light, but the smirk on his face suggests otherwise.
“What of it, Roger?” You ask, wanting to leave.
He keeps you boxed in the room. “Just me and you tonight? We’re a couple of hard workers, aren’t we?”
You can smell his cologne. The spicy one with the light floral undertone. Why a man like this would pick such an attractive scent is beyond you…
“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Like going out to find your pick of the week? Surprise them with your big package?” You bite back, trying to get under his skin this time.
Roger laughs heartily. “My big package? Oh, I suppose you have heard me then. That’s just the type of talk men have when the women are away.”
This irritates you. You know he’s not exactly this kind of person, he does have standards and is usually a bit less crass than this, but you also find it irritating that you’re getting a bit excited by this type of talk.
“I bet it’s not even that big,” you counter, poking his chest with your index finger.
Roger laughs. "You won't know until you take a look for yourself."
You roll your eyes. "All men think their cocks are the biggest one, and yet I've never met one with a cock they could use properly."
He leans in close, his lips so close to yours. "Is that so? That's a pity. I could change that if you like."
Something seems to shift in the air. You look up into his eyes and that’s all it takes for you to begin leaning in. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, one that seems to cement his feelings for you. When his tongue slips between your parted lips, you know you’re a goner for this man.
Roger helps you get onto the couch, his hands rushing to unbutton your jeans. He slips them off, smirking when his fingers swipe over your folds through your panties. You’re soaked, and he’s barely done anything to you.
“Have you been dreaming of this, love?” His voice is husky in tone as his long fingers tease you.
You buck your hips and cry out. “Don’t fuckin’ tease me.”
He doesn’t need to hear more. He pulls your panties off with one quick motion, and he smirks when he sees your cute little cunt. Normally, he’d spend his time devouring you on his knees and making you cum on his tongue over and over until you can’t think straight, but right now he wants to fuck you. Two of his fingers slide between your folds, smearing juices all over. Then he pushes them both into you, earning him a surprised gasp.
“Look at you,” he quips. “Nearly coming undone on just my fingers alone.”
You whine and try to look away, but his free hand cups your chin and makes you look up at him. “Roger…”
“If you’re this aroused with just my fingers, imagine what happens when I fuck you properly.”
His thumb slides against your swollen clit while his fingers work on your sweet spot. Your thighs are already shaking and you know there’s going to be a stain on the couch from the way you’re dripping. A sweet sigh escapes you as you finally just allow yourself to enjoy this. Roger works you up to an explosive orgasm, kissing you to capture your moans.
Then he pulls away, and begins to get undressed. Your eyes widen when you finally see his cock, and you know now that he hadn’t been lying. Then again, when was Roger Waters ever really that humble? You reach for him, but he pushes you back onto the couch. His big hands keep your wrists pinned to the sofa while he begins to tease you with the tip of his cock.
“This what you wanted, huh?” He teases again, but you can tell this is also really affecting him.
“P-please,” you whimper.
“Please what? Be a good girl and use your words. Or else I’m leaving.”
This causes you to whine. “Please fuck me!”
With a renewed vigor, Roger begins to slide into you. Your eyes roll back, your thighs shake and you swear you’ve never been this full in your life. You can feel an orgasm already building and you wonder if this has ever happened to you before. He chuckles softly, but the pulsing of your walls around him has him nearly breathless.
“‘Tight little thing, aren’t you?” He grunts before picking up his pace.
The room is filled with the lewd sounds of wet slapping skin and your conjoined moans. He leans in to kiss you harshly, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. He knows he should have been a bit more responsible about going in raw, but with the way your pussy is squeezing him, he knows he might not ever be able to be responsible with you like that.
“You like this, don’t you? Pretty little thing like you, needed to be fucked, hm?”
You whine and try to reach for him but he’s got you pinned down. “Fuck yes!” Your hips gyrate to fuck yourself on his cock.
“Good girl. Take what you need.”
The couch begins to creak under you as he fucks you harder and deeper. When you look up, you see him in the throes of pleasure. His eyes are hooded, his cheeks are pink and his lips are wet and parted as he pants and grunts. You’re so close that this pushes you over the edge, the sweet look of Roger Waters getting off. You cry out his name, the pleasure building so fast inside of you.
He picks up his pace once more, fucking you through each little wave of pleasure. You ride out your high, your walls squeezing around him rhythmically. Roger groans loudly as he begins to spill inside of you. Slowly, he comes down as well, nuzzling against the crook of your neck. Neither one of you wants to pull away just yet.
“There, now didn’t I say I had a big package?” He jokes softly.
Oh My, Girl Sitting In The Sun(Sydger x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, lewd themes, breaking into someone's pool lol, alcohol mention, Sydger, mutual pining, handjob, vaginal fingering, semi-public sex, threesome
word count: 1.6k
pairings: Syd Barrett x Fem!Reader x Roger Waters
summary: it's a hot summer evening, and you recall one of your classmates mentioning she's gone for the whole summer...so why not go try her pool?
a/n: I hope I'm not too rusty after all this time. I hope you all enjoy!!!!!!! Special thanks to @starstruckfangirlsposts for always keeping me inspired!!! <3
Some say the summer of love happened in 1966 instead of 1967 in the UK. You could attest to it, if you were being honest. This summer was hot, humid…but there was something else going on. A sort of magic that you wish you could trap in a bottle to keep for yourself forever.
While your two best friends were getting together to record songs and play gigs, you spent your days soaking up the sun and trying out new substances. You would often visit your two best friends within their practice space, or you would frequent the UFO club to be the first one in line to see them bestow their magic upon you.
Roger and Syd were both vying for your attention. They both had been this intense since you were growing up in Cambridge. Roger tried to be so cool and collected, but you loved the way he was a flustered mess around you. And the effervescent Syd Barrett was a magical being indeed, melting into your affections with ease.
So when you mentioned wanting to spend the day together, both men jumped on the occasion. Neither one of them wanted the other to spend extra alone time with you. So it was off to the park for a light picnic with your two best friends in tow.
The sun was gorgeous, and you spent the afternoon feeding them strawberries and drinking delicious homebrewed beer. Roger was smitten by you, but he was trying his best not to let it on too much as he didn’t want Syd to think he could just swoop in and steal you.
“Oh, look at the ducks!” You pointed at a family of ducks swimming in a pond.
Syd smiled. “The way they swim round and round makes me think of a song.” And with that, he begins to compose a song right in front of you.
Roger looks over at the ducks and leans in close to you. “They are very cute, aren’t they?”
It’s a bit quiet after this, save for Syd’s soft humming and the sounds of you three sipping on the beer. It’s starting to get to your head a bit, so you lean against the tall, lanky man next to you. He eagerly pulls you in, his hair brushing against your face. Syd smirks when he looks over at the two of you.
“Cozy, hm?”
You smile. “Yes, I am.”
Roger doesn’t say anything, he just wraps his arm around you and pulls you a bit closer. It’s almost his way of saying to Syd that you are his now. But Syd knows better, he knows you love both of them equally and you’d be devastated without your two Cambridge boys. So he just lets Roger have a quiet moment with you as you try to sober up.
The hours pass by in quiet bliss with the ducks in the pond and Syd composing a song at this very moment. He looks at you with a sweet devoted look, and Roger glances over at the same time. Syd’s eyes soften for his friend as well, and Roger notices the way his heart flutters in his chest.
“It’s hot,” you murmur as you shake out of your almost sleep-like stance.
Roger nods. “It’s bloody boiling out here,”
“The sun’s about to set too.”
Then you get a brilliant idea. You take another beer and open it, bringing the boys closer so you can lay down your plan for them. They listen attentively, both obedient to you and hanging on to your every word.
“There’s a house near the campus. One of those really posh houses.”
Roger nods. “Alright?”
“The family went on vacation, and they have a swimming pool.”
Syd’s eyes glitter with mischief. “Lead the way.”
You pack up your picnic and place it in Syd’s car. Then the three of you go driving around, looking for this house. By the time you reach it, it’s nighttime. The stars have come out to illuminate your way towards the backyard gate.
It’s not hard to scale the fence, and Roger proves to be very good at giving you a hand when it’s your turn. The three of you are in perfect privacy now, with the fence keeping you all shielded from the rest of the world. You begin to strip off your clothes, and Syd follows suit. Roger hesitates, looking around.
“You sure the owners aren’t home?” He asks, all while untying the scarf around his neck.
You nod. “I have classes with the daughter. She said she would be gone all summer with her family in France.”
Somehow this seems to soothe him. Eventually, all three of you are just in your underwear. There’s a moment of hesitation before you pull off your bra and underwear and dive into the water. It’s a bit cooler than you anticipated, so when you emerge from the depths, you’re shivering.
“Cold enough for you?” Roger teases, showing off his more confident side.
“It’s a little colder than I expected!”
Syd laughs at your reply and dives in with you, relishing in the way the water slides around his naked skin.
Roger is the last to join you, but the moment he’s in the water, he is a natural. You love watching his slender body glide through the water. Syd nudges you, and you laugh when you realize you’ve been caught.
“He’s certainly something to look at, hm?” Syd says loudly enough for Roger to hear.
“Oh is he ever…”
Roger shakes his head, trying to get the water out. But he’s also trying to hide that he’s blushing. He’s not used to both you and Syd flirting with him at the same time. Usually it’s either you or Syd complimenting him, so it’s making him nervous. You float a little closer, wrapping your arms around him.
“Hey there,” you said in a teasing tone. “Fancy seeing you here.”
He laughs and leans closer. “Oh yeah? You come here often?”
His eyes are shining with mischief now too, which makes your heart swell with love. Roger means so much to you, and you know that he’s been through so much in his life. You reach up and cup his cheeks, and Roger immediately leans in to kiss you. Syd watches the both of you, enjoying the show unfolding in front of him. He can’t deny that seeing his two best friends(and coincidentally his two love interests) making out is certainly turning him on. He swims over to you, and he leans in to begin pressing his lips to your neck.
“Greedy little thing,” Roger comments.
“Can’t help it. Didn’t want you to have all the fun.”
Syd leans in closer, now pressing his lips to Roger’s neck. You’re a little surprised, but you don’t say anything. You want to see maybe where this goes. Syd and Roger look into each other’s eyes for a moment, and then Roger leans in to kiss him. It starts off as something sweet, but soon turns into something deeper and loving.
Roger reaches for you, tugging you to his chest. He kisses you next, while you feel Syd’s hands on your body. He cups your breasts, tugging gently on your nipples. This causes you to moan into Roger’s mouth. The taller man presses himself up against you, and you can feel just how excited he is for you.
Syd’s hands travel a bit lower, and both you and Roger moan as he begins to stroke you both. Roger’s head tilts back, giving you open access to his neck. With your lips on his neck and Syd’s hand stroking his cock, Roger finds himself unable to keep his moans inside.
“He sounds so fuckin’ pretty like that,” Syd comments before kissing you. “And you’re so damn wet for me, darling.”
Syd knows exactly how to get under your skin. Roger won’t last too much longer if Syd doesn’t slow down, and the little imp has no intentions of slowing down one bit. The sweet sounds of Rogers moans have you creeping closer to your own orgasm. You try to warn Syd, but it’s too late. Your back arches and your walls clamp down on the two fingers that are working deep inside of you.
“There we go,” Syd whispers hotly in your ear. He’s still jerking Roger off, and Roger looks almost ready to burst.
You watch through hooded eyes as Roger reaches his peak with a strangled cry of Syd’s name. It’s a gorgeous sight to see, with Roger’s lips parted and his hips stuttering with each pump of his hips in Syd’s hand. Soon, you’re both spent.
Syd looks very smug about what he’s done, and he’s about to climb out of the pool when you and Roger box him in. You begin to kiss him deeply while Roger reaches for his hard cock. The two of you work together to bring Syd over the edge, and seeing him cum is so heavenly. His eyes roll back and his cheeks are all flushed.
The three of you lean against the edge of the pool to catch your breath. There’s the scent of sex in the air, and you’re all wondering if maybe the pool boy who cleans the pool will notice the spunk in the water. As the three of you climb out of the water and get dressed, you giggle with mischief as you climb the wall once more.
“We’ll have to come back before they are done with their vacation.” Syd announces like it’s the most natural thing.
You nod. “Of course. She said they’d be gone all summer.”
“Perfect. I’m sure there will be other hot nights.” Roger chimes in.
It’s settled. You will be back for another round of skinny dipping before the summer has ended.
Welcome to the Pink Floyd Dating Game! Behind this curtain are five contestants who are dying to date you. Each one of them has prepared a little blurb about themselves and how the date will go, and I will read them out to you one by one. The catch is that you won't know which one is which, so I will show you some photos, read to you the blurbs and in the end, you will vote for your favorite date! May you choose the date you want!!!
Take a peak behind the curtain?
(Y/N?)
Y
The blurbs:
He’s soft spoken and at times a bit shy, but he brings the magic to any date. Date number 1 would love to take you out on a date to a museum. Preferably an art museum, but he’s not picky. After that, if you want to go out to a record shop and look at the old blues and jazz records together, this would certainly make him melt. This one is going to want to stare at you for hours, hopefully so he can just about paint you in his dreams. The end of the date will be something magical, like out of a fairytale. He’s a gentleman with a wild side, so he will leave you guessing and keep you on your toes. He may seem outlandish in a way, but please understand that he’s just very fond of you and sees the world in a different way than most…
…so will you go out with number one and feel like a dream?
When the evening sky comes across the land, you can expect date number 2 to arrive at your home in style. He’s going to be driving a very nice car, and he’s going to be a gentleman about it and open the door for you. You most likely can expect to just drive around for a bit, while he leaves you in stitches with his silly jokes and fun antics. He’s very sweet and kind, so you won’t feel like second best with him. He’s pretty loyal and devoted, but it won’t stop him from maybe poking fun at you from time to time. After a nice ride around, he’ll take you to a restaurant of your choosing. For dessert, maybe some pie…with no crusts, of course. Then your date may end with him parking somewhere a bit more private so you two can share the kind of goodnight kiss that leaves you breathless…
…so will you choose number 2 and take a wild ride?
He’s soft and sweet, with a killer smile that leaves you weak in the knees. Without even trying, date number 3 will have you swooning. He’ll invite you over, cook you something delicious for dinner along with a nice bottle of wine. Once dinner is finished, you can expect him to serenade you with some of your favourite love songs. To be fair, this one has the voice of an angel and you will be falling even harder for you. He also is open to showing you how to play an instrument if you’d like. He’s a patient teacher, especially when it comes to pretty dates like you. Then as the hour gets late, you may hear him whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a different language. Oh my, I bet you weren’t expecting that one…
…est-ce-que tu veux donner une chance au numéro trois?
You’d be surprised to find out that this one is more talkative and social, but he likes to keep things quiet most times. He’s soft spoken, just like number one, but there’s something else underneath it all. He wants to take you out on a walk in the park, keeping you as close as possible. He’ll talk to you about all kinds of things, all while holding your hand. Then he brings you into a wonderful restaurant, sitting near you and continuing to keep you company in the best way he can. It may be hard to concentrate on what date number 4 has to say when he flutters those long lashes at you, but it’s all part of his master plan. When the night comes to an end, he’s going to shed his quiet side and show you that he can be very passionate and romantic…
…how about number four?
Don’t be put off by what some may say about him, this one can be so soft and vulnerable too. He’ll invite you to come see a foreign film in some lowkey cinema, and you will be hooked to his personality from the get go. Date number 5 wants to talk about the film afterward and what it means to you, and you will get to see the outer layer come off and see the thoughtful side to this one. He’s taller than most, so maybe he seems awkward and nervous with the way he may hold himself, but as the date goes on, he’s going to walk next to you more confidently. Into a cafe next, where he’ll talk to you about philosophy and history. His voice is so entrancing, keeping you locked into the conversation. Then he’ll walk you home, maybe hoping you’ll invite him inside and continue the conversion…or maybe something a little more…
…and definitely not least, will you show number five a good time?
Don't Point Your Finger At Me(Roger Waters x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, lewd themes, power dynamics, slight size kink, reader and Roger "hate" each other but they are truly in love with one another, thigh riding, teasing, slight edging, mentions of sex, smoking
word count: 1k
pairings: Roger Waters x Fem!Reader
summary: you two argue all the damn time, so why do you want to fuck each other's brains out so badly? you'll just have to settle for his thigh instead.
a/n: for @obscuredbylight ;)
He’s always trying to one-up you or show his dominance. Part of you hates it, but the other part of you certainly gets turned on by the way Roger Waters always has to have the last word. To say that he wasn’t attractive would be a downright lie, and you hate that as well. How dare he be smug and hot at the same time?
He knows how to push your buttons too, which infuriates you. You know you should just ignore him, but he’s impossible to ignore. You hate the way he always smirks at you, and you really hate how you want to kiss him so hard, he ends up being the speechless one.
Really, this is what got you in this predicament in the first place. You shouldn’t have let him get the upper hand on the situation, but he most certainly did. And now it’s just you and him in the studio, and you want to leave but something is keeping you here.
His eyes are piercing as they look into yours. The way he smokes his cigarette is so sexy, and while you try not to stare, you’re unable to keep your eyes away from him. He smirks as he puts out the cigarette, then approaches you.
“Why don’t you just admit it?” He teases.
You try to play dumb. “Admit what?”
“Admit that you want me to ravish you.”
He doesn’t even give you a chance to reply. His lips capture yours in a searing kiss, making your knees nearly buckle under you. Thankfully, he’s holding onto you pretty tightly as he deepens the kiss. You should be pulling away, but you really want this.
It doesn’t take long for him to find a suitable seat and he pulls you onto his lap. You go to straddle him, but his large hands guide you to sit on one of his thighs. You whine his name, wanting more than just this.
“I think a good girl like you can get off on just my thigh alone, hm?”
You don’t want to argue at this moment. You are much too horny to even form a proper sentence. All you can do is roll your hips and ride his thigh. It’s demeaning and nasty, but when he pulls you in for another kiss, you push all those thoughts away.
“That’s it,” he says smugly. “Fuck, you look delicious like this.”
His large hands sit on your hips, guiding you to continue to rock your body. He loves the way your tits seem to jiggle just a bit, and they move even more when you get desperate. He can see the frustration on your face, and it makes him incredibly hard.
“You want to cum, don’t you?”
You whimper. “Roger, please, please…”
The sound of your whimper alone makes him groan, but then as you beg him, it makes him want to cave completely and take you on this seat. It makes him want to bend you over the arm of the chair and fuck you until you can’t feel your legs. But then it would mean conceding and giving up on his power trip, and he’s in no mood to let you win.
“Please what?” He teases more.
“P-please touch me.”
He holds you around the waist. “I am touching you.”
You curse as you try to ride his thigh a bit faster. It’s just not enough friction. It’s just not enough for you to get off. When he lifts his knee and you grind against the roughness of his jeans, that’s when you let out a moan that makes his cock twitch.
“Oh you wanted me to make you cum? I think you’re more than capable of doing that on your own.”
You whine his name again, but you are too far gone to even argue some more. So you move your hips faster, grinding down a little harder. You can see stars dancing in your vision as he lifts his knee, pressing against your clit. You’re so damn close, the coil in your stomach is so wound tight.
Then he leans in to kiss and nip at your neck, and one of his hands snakes up to squeeze your breast and tug gently on one of your nipples. This alone is what makes you fall off the edge with a cry of his name, making Roger feel like the ultimate winner of this battle. He lets you ride out your high, smugly watching your every little reaction.
As you come down from your high, he pulls you in closer to him and kisses you hungrily again. It’ll be hard for him to completely ignore the hard-on in his tight jeans, but he is not going to allow you to get the upper hand now. Not now that you’ve become a bit more lucid from the intense orgasm you’ve just had.
You’re about to say something when you hear voices coming from down the hall. You and Roger pull apart, trying to act as nonchalant as you can. Roger lights up another cigarette, trying his best to ignore the raging erection that’s now flipped up in his waistband.
Rick and Nick open the door, and they immediately notice something odd, but to preserve any kind of peace, they decide not to say anything. They head towards their instruments, beginning to just noodle around without greeting either you or Roger.
It’s when David comes in that he notices it too. He looks around the room. Roger looks too smug, you have a guilty look on your face as you try to tidy up your papers and Nick and Rick won’t say anything. David smirks and decides to say something.
“Did you two fuck or something?” He comments, a cheeky grin on his face.
“Are you serious right now? You think we have time to fuck?” You spit back, but with the way your cheeks are flushed, it’s not convincing. Roger stays quiet for once, but the smug look on his face says it all.
David looks at you, “Well, next time don’t fuck on the clock, alright?”
The Pink Floyd Dating Game(Winter/Holiday Edition)
Welcome once again to the Dating Game! The boys had such a wonderful time last time with you, they decided to ask you out again. As it is getting colder in the Northern hemisphere, these dates will be more winter themed and holiday themed. This time, they've planned out the dates and they've made it a bit more mysterious(they worried they might have been too obvious the last time). I'll let you behind the curtain, you'll read their blurbs, and then you'll vote for your favorite Date!
Take a peek behind the curtain?
(Y/N?)
Y
The blurbs
He invites you out for a walk in the park and in the forest, wanting to get a little more in touch with nature. It’s a beautiful day out, having snowed the night before. He compliments you on your outfit, making you smile. He’s sweet with you the entire time, making you laugh and smile. He holds your hand, keeping you warm as the two of you walk through the woods. He points out little birds who have remained to brave the harsh weather, and you talk about which tree would make the most amazing christmas tree. Then…he pelts you with a snowball! He’s laughing when you look at him with such a surprised look on your face. You throw one back at him and this starts an all out war that ends up with you on your back and Date number 1 tickling you and wrestling you in the snow. After everything is said and done, he leans in and gives you a kiss that definitely brings some warmth back into you.
…will you join Date number 1 on a walk in nature?
Date number 2 is more content with doing things inside. He invites you over for a night of movies and snuggles. When you get there, he has some music playing. Something that really evokes a warm feeling inside. He gives you a mug of tea, bringing you over to the sofa where everything is settled for snuggling and keeping warm. The two of you watch some funny movies at first, but soon they turn into more romantic movies. He gets closer, even if he appears to be hesitant at first. Then slowly, things heat up between the two of you. You’ll find yourself tangled in the blankets, cheeks flushed and him on top of you, kissing you. He respects any boundaries, though he will say he enjoys making out with you. When the two of you break away for air, he invites you over to the window to watch the falling snow. He surprises you with a camera, snapping some beautiful shots of the weather outside.
…will you snuggle with Date number 2?
He wants to take you out in the city to do a little Christmas shopping! Mostly because it’s a great excuse to get you to come out and hang out with him, but also because he knows you’ll have great tastes and good opinions. You’ll follow him into all the little shops in London, finding the perfect little trinkets and sweet gifts for those on his list. He brings you into an old record shop, asking you about your taste in music. The whole date will feel very warm and cozy, with a touch of whimsy of course. He sees the beauty in all the little things others might not notice, and you certainly help him pick out great gifts. Afterward, the two of you sneak out to a park and share a thermos of hot cocoa and some fresh baked pastries you snagged from a bakery. His kisses taste like sugar and cinnamon and they make your heart flutter.
…how about helping Date number 3 with his shopping?
Surprise! Your date wants to go out ice skating! The two of you make the trek to the ice rink, and though it is chilly, the air feels nice and brisk. He doesn’t quite exude grace, and is a little more clumsy than he’d like on the ice. He wants to show off for you so badly, but he feels like maybe he’s failing to really capture your attention. You surprise him by holding his hand and the two of you skate together, staying close and enjoying how the wind breezes through your hair. He keeps you warm, keeping a close hold on you. When the two of you grow tired, he brings you over to the firepit that is nearby and you two sit so close together, your knees brush up against one another. He shyly kisses you, and when you return the kiss, he becomes even bolder as it goes on. Even if he thinks he didn’t make the right impression with you, you are there to remind him that you’re already impressed with him.
…can you keep up with Date number 4’s energy?
Tonight, it’s all about you and your date. First, a quick stop to the bakery. He wows you with his knowledge of cheese, wine and pastries. Then the two of you venture out in the snow once more, only to end up at his flat. During a feast of cheese and bread with some wine, the two of you listen to some music and talk about all kinds of things. Bit by bit, the two of you get really cozy and a little tipsy. You’ll end up in his arms as you sway to the music, and he pulls you in close. He has such a warm hold on you, and it makes you feel so good. His hands are a bit rough as he cups your cheeks, but his kiss is sweet and soft. Those eyes pull you in, and soon he’s kissing you again and again and again. You’ll end up in a heap on the ground, drinking wine, kissing and feeding each other pastries as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.
You've Got Me Pretty Deep, Baby(Sid Vicious x Fem!Reader)
warnings: smut, lewd themes, alcohol, drugs, oral sex(fem receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, squirting/female ejaculation, Nancy isn't around in this universe I guess???, depictions of living in squalor
word count: 1k
pairings: Sid Vicious x Fem!Reader
summary: after a show, you follow Sid back to his flat. once you get there, he rocks your world...then he shows you the vulnerable side of him.
a/n: first time writing Sid Vicious in probably more than 10 years now...hope you'll enjoy!
You weren’t even really thinking straight when you made your way to his place. He held onto your hand, sending butterflies tumultuously through your stomach. He towered over you, trying his best to coral you towards the dilapidated staircase that led to the rough-looking apartment door. In your state, you’re not going to complain or make any real observations about this place.
“This is me,” he chuckles. “Well, me and John.”
Sid unlocks the door, then he kicks it open. You smirk at him, giving him a chance to swoop down and give you a messy kiss. Then he pushes you inside, making you stumble over your own feet. Sid laughs before he pulls you back up, and then he slams the door shut behind him.
The place is an absolute mess. There’s food scraps, newspaper, drug paraphernalia strewn about the floor. The kitchen is a downright pigsty; the sink is filled with dirty dishes, the fridge looks like it may house some newly radioactive mouldy food. You dismiss it all in favor of Sid leading you towards the bedroom.
You tumble onto the beaten up and aging mattress, letting out a little “oof” as you fall down. Sid appreciates the way your breasts jiggling in your tight little top. He climbs on top of you, kissing you sloppily. He smells like cigarettes and booze, but you find yourself much too intoxicated by the beer and the drugs you took to even care…and even moreso, you find yourself intoxicated by him.
His hands are calloused and his nails are prickly on your skin as he undresses you. The moans you let out are real and raw; you’re very aroused at the moment and you want him to know. When Sid spreads your thighs, you let out a downright embarrassing moan.
“Needy little cunt, hm?” He teases. His long fingers brush against your sopping wet pussy through your panties.
It doesn’t take long for him to pull off the soiled undergarment. He tosses them behind him to join the rest of the mess that’s littering the ground. Sid manoeuvres himself onto his stomach, immediately lapping at your cunt.
Your nails rake through his hair, tugging softly to bring him even closer. He may be sloppy and maybe a tiny bit inexperienced about this, but he’s so eager. He unashamedly humps the bed as he eats you out. His eyes snap up to meet with yours, making your stomach do flips.
“So fuckin’ close,” you whine.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Sid wraps his lips around your swollen bud, suckling on it. His fingers prod your little hole, slipping inside to reach that golden spot that makes you see stars. All of this coupled with the drugs in your system makes you reach your peak sooner than expected. You cry out as you begin to gush all over him.
“Goddamn!” Sid yells, but he’s diving right back in to drink up all of you.
You’re left a twitching and moaning mess on the soiled mattress. Sid doesn’t give you much time to rest as he undresses himself. Then he flips you onto your hands and knees and he spreads your ass cheeks. Your cunt is so wet and juicy, he doesn’t think you need even more foreplay. He slams into you, making you cry out.
“Fuuuuuckkk…” he grunts. “Fuckin’ tight.”
He begins at a rough pace, slamming into you over and over. Your legs feel like they could give out at any moment. The more his cock rams against your cervix, the more you feel the pain melding into pure pleasure. He reaches down to rub your clit, making you gush even more. He’s growing addicted to making you squirt like this, and there’s no stopping him when he gets addicted to something.
“Look at you,” he growls in your ear as he leans closer. “A little fountain just for me, eh?”
You can’t even think properly to answer him coherently. All you can think about is how good it is to have him fucking you like this. You never thought you’d be in this position with Sid Vicious, but you were certainly not going to complain. This was the raw fucking you were craving.
“Should have been fucking you so long ago,” he grunts. “Should have been ruining this pussy.”
He grabs onto your hair, pulling you closer to him as he fucks you senseless. In this position, he eagerly turns your head so you can share a very messy and hungry kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, and he’s basically drooling as he kisses you and fucks you in just the way he wants.
“Gonna cum.” Sid moans. “Fucking cumming into this tight little cunt.”
He slams his hips into your ass as he begins to unload deep inside of you, spilling that seed and messing up your insides. You’re left panting and whimpering as the pain begins to overtake your system. Sid pulls out, enjoying the way his cum dribbles out of your puffy and used pussy.
Then he surprises you. Sid pulls you close to him as he lays down on the bed and he runs his fingers through your hair. It’s a vulnerable moment for the two of you.
“You okay?” He whispers.
“A little sore, but yeah I’m okay.”
“Shouldn’t have been that rough with you…” his voice is tinged with regret. “Should have been more gentle.”
He lets you rest on the bed. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to try and stop the room from spinning as you are truly fucked up now. When Sid returns, he hands you a half-full bottle of water he procured from god knows where and he cleans you up with a washcloth. You whimper as it stings, but you’re grateful for the aftercare regardless.
“Sorry I don’t have more,” he admits. “Next time maybe we can do this at your place.”
You smile. “There will be a next time then?”
Sid leans in and kisses you deeply. “You better believe it. I’m not letting you go now.”
warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of Syd's battle with mental health issues, awkwardness, mutual pining, kissing, Roger Waters being an ass(I am so sorry for this)
word count: 2k
pairings: Syd Barrett x Fem!Childhood Friend!Reader
summary: it's his 22nd birthday and you'll be damned if it's not incredibly special!
a/n: for my love, Syd Barrett, who I hope has such a beautiful heavenly birthday. I wanted this to be very soft for him as I know this period of his life was very difficult.
The days after Christmas always seemed to be lost in some sort of abyss. The turkey is still bloating everyone, making them sleepy. The talks of New Year’s Eve parties, everyone showing off what they got for a gift. And then as time marches forward, you realize that the special day is coming up and you really want to make sure it’s special for him too.
Because who else deserves the most magical birthday other than Syd Barrett of course?
The issue was that he was declining mentally. That’s what everyone had said. They said it started late in the year, but you didn’t really see it the way they described it. What you saw was the exhausted pop star who hadn’t signed up for any of this. You saw the man who desperately needed a break, but his band was getting far too famous for their own good. You saw someone who was crying out for help, but nobody was listening properly.
So you went ahead with your own plans, wanting to make January 6th the most magical day of the year for Syd Barrett. He had always made a big deal of your birthday, so you wanted to make sure he knew that he was a big deal to you.
First, you set out to make him a cake. Despite the grayness of the outside world in early January, you did all you could to shake away the bad thoughts. You perused the local supermarket, finding the right ingredients. You wondered about maybe asking the other members of Pink Floyd to see what their input on the whole matter would be.
Though, your mind wanders to the last time you spoke to any of them on the subject of Syd. They all seemed so pained and awkward about it. Roger had been the worst of all, which you knew was because it was hurting him inside more than anything.
“He’s lost his damn mind! What don’t you understand?” Roger had shouted at you.
You frown. “He hasn’t lost his mind. He’s tired. He needs rest.”
The rest of the band doesn’t look up from their instruments. David Gilmour sits by awkwardly, not wanting to look at either you or Roger at this very moment. You hate the thought of him being the replacement. You were sure that if Syd had some rest and took a little time off, he’d be right back at it. He just exhausted himself and the touring hadn’t done anything right.
“You’re delusional, you know that?” Roger shot back. “He’s not the same, and I don’t think he ever will be.”
“I’m not going to give up on him, Rog. He is our best friend…he’s my everything.”
You try your best to shake all the thoughts away. This was about Syd, not about anyone else. You’ve been over to his place a few times over the holidays, and despite him being a little more distant, you hadn’t noticed him being as crazy as some of the others had claimed.
In fact, he seemed rather happy to have some time off to relax for the holidays. The two of you sort of drifted in and out of conversation during one of your visits. He showed you some of the paintings he was in the middle of. And of course, there was lots of tea. It reminded you of the days in Cambridge a little.
So you held onto hope that maybe things would work out for him on his birthday. Maybe the rest of them would understand how important this was. You had a sinking suspicion that they were going to ditch him, throw him away like yesterday’s news, and it didn’t sit right with you.
You meet up with Roger one last time before the day of. He’s not thrilled with you trying to get him to hang out with Syd on his birthday. He claims he’s got something important to do, but in your mind, you wonder what could be more important than your childhood best friend’s 22nd birthday?
“I’m not going,” Roger says firmly. “It’s not because I don’t love him, or that I don’t care, but it’s because I can’t even stand to be in the same room as him most days.”
“How can you say that? He is the man who has helped you reach your own potential and this is how you repay him?”
Roger sucks on his cigarette, a pained expression written all over his face. He feels terrible about everything. It’s really eating him up inside. He feels like he should do something, but all of his own efforts have been in vain. They haven’t quite worked out the way he wanted them.
“You’re just clinging onto old memories. The Syd we knew isn’t there, and you know it.”
You feel tears in your eyes. “I know—but he isn’t far gone in the way you think he is.”
“You’re only saying that because you’re in love with him!”
The truth had come out, and it stung. It was like a slap in the face. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and you didn’t know how to respond. Roger looks down at you, his eyes filled with guilt. He knows he shouldn’t have said that, but it was true. He knew you had fallen in love with Syd when you were teens, but you had never said anything.
“Why don’t you spend the day with him? You can confess those deep-seated feelings.”
You struggle to find the right words. “If that’s how it will be, then I’ll be happy to give Syd the birthday he deserves. Send my regards to the rest of his band.”
You walk away, your heart hanging heavy in your chest. You didn’t want this to end your friendship with Roger, but you weren’t sure how things would continue after this. It would be a strain on anything in the future, that was for sure. Still, you were to prioritize the man you were in love with.
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January 6th, 1968
It should be a joyous day. It should be filled with the laughter and chatter of loved ones and friends. Instead, it’s you awkwardly struggling to carry birthday supplies to Syd’s flat. You were all alone and you knew that nobody but you and Syd would be there.
Still, you knock on the door and wait for Syd to appear. When he opens the door, he looks a little disheveled. But there’s a bright smile on his face, and he’s inviting you inside.
“Happy birthday,” you wrap your arms around him after setting everything down on the kitchen table.
“Thank you,” he murmurs softly, holding you close.
You get the feeling that he needs this right now. The place is a bit of a mess, and you can tell he’s been struggling with his mind lately. So you cling to him, making him feel wanted and desired. Making him feel like someone actually really needed him, which you truly did.
He invites you into the living room, and he puts the kettle on for some tea. When he returns with the mugs and the tea, you see that on his face, there’s a frown. It’s not the same look on his face that he had a bit earlier. He sits down next to you.
“Syd, you okay?” You ask softly.
He looks at you for a few moments before sighing. “Yeah, ‘m alright.”
You fiddle with the quilt on the couch as a means to ground yourself. Syd stares idly at the wall for a long period of time before grabbing a pack of cigarettes off the coffee table. He lights one up, taking a deep drag. Then he offers you one as well, lighting it with a simple precision.
The two of you don’t say much. Sipping on tea, smoking cigarettes. Syd stays close to you, almost his way of saying ‘please stay with me’. You don’t dare move. Instead, you get even closer, wrapping one arm around him and kissing his cheek. Syd feels stunned, but he enjoys it very much.
“I thought more people would be here,” he confesses, almost in a shy manner.
“I thought so too, but I am actually pretty happy it’s just you and me.”
Something about this makes his heart flutter. The thought of you being happy to be alone with him was a stark difference from what everyone else was doing with him lately. They avoided him like the plague, and Syd knew what they were whispering about him. He knew he wasn’t doing well mentally, he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for much longer. But he really wished they’d just be honest and upfront with him.
“Yeah? You wanted to be alone with me?”
His voice is vulnerable and soft. He sounds almost like a child asking permission for something. You snuff out your cigarette and face him, your smile so warm and inviting to him.
“Of course! It’s your birthday and you are my best friend.”
He smiles shyly. “You are my best friend too. The best one I’ve ever had.”
Then you reach down for the small gift bag on the ground. You hand it to him, and he begins to open it. Underneath the tissue paper is a leatherbound journal, for where he can scribble all his dreams in. Then there is a little ceramic kitty trinket you found for him, and it was all black with big green eyes.
The piece de resistance was the painting you had made for him. Though you were nowhere as talented as he was when it came to this sort of thing, you managed to capture your feelings so perfectly on the canvas. Syd is without words, and you can see that his eyes are glossy. He swallows hard, the lump in his throat growing.
“W-why…”
You cup his cheeks. “Because….I love you. I love you so much.”
Neither of you know what to do or say next, but when his eyes lock with yours, you know that you have to act on your feelings. So you gently cup his cheeks and you lean in close. He feels a shiver running down his spine, but he melts into your touch. And the moment your lips meet, you know that you couldn’t be in love with anyone else in this world.
You and Syd fall into this trance, this beautiful feeling of love and light. The kiss deepens, and he pulls you even closer. You straddle his lap, but neither one of you feels pressured to do anything sexual. It’s just all this hunger and wanton feelings are spilling out.
When he pulls away, he can’t help the grin that spreads on his face. It’s the type of grin you’d see on Syd any day of the week before he became too burnt out and exhausted. It reminded you of the boy you fell head over heels for back in Cambridge.
“Thank you for never giving up on me,” he whispers before kissing you again.
“I would never give up on you. When I said that I love you, I meant it.”
He nuzzles his nose against yours, feeling brave enough to finally say it back. “I love you too.”
The two of you get up and sneak a piece of the homemade cake you made, then you make your way back to his bedroom. Under the fairy lights and the warm quilts, the two of you snuggle close and nibble on cake. Syd continues to kiss you and caress you, reminding you of the man who is there and who isn’t crazy.
His eyes shine with a million lights that flicker just for you. His heart is full of love and affection that he didn’t know was possible for someone like him. But when you kiss Syd Barrett once more, he is reminded that there is still good in this world.
“Best birthday ever,” he whispers as he holds you close.
“I’ll make sure every birthday is the best one ever.”
And you have every intention of keeping that promise.
Welcome back to the Pink Floyd dating game! The boys had a great time with you the last two times, and they are just dying to spend Valentine's Day together! What do you say? Would you like to spend the day with them?
They've written out their dream dates. All you need to do is pick your favorite!
Take a peek behind the curtain?
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The Blurbs:
He invites you home to his flat to savor some hot cocoa and yummy cookies. He found them in a bakery nearby, and something about these molten chocolate cookies seemed to really resonate some feeling of love. He presents it on a cute little tray, and he sits next to you. Your knees brush together, but he doesn’t push anything. Instead, your date decides to talk to you about a number of things and reads to you love poems from a dog-eared book from the coffee table.
His voice is soft and sweet, and his kisses taste like chocolate. His eyes shine with the sweetest love for you, but you know you don’t have to be anyone but yourself for him. This man makes you feel like you are the most amazing thing in his life, and if he’s honest with you, you truly are the person who strings the stars in the sky for him.
The evening will end with the two of you out for a walk in the snow, hand-in-hand as you walk around the park. He loves to sneak little kisses here and there between puffs of a cigarette. And when you’re both chilly and cold, he’ll offer to let you spend the night at his flat.
Will you accept his offer to spend Valentine’s Day together?
He invites you to a concert in the city, wanting to show you his love of music and what artists he enjoys. He’ll come pick you up, a little nervous but it doesn’t show on the surface. Truth be told, this date really likes you a lot. You’ve wooed him already and that makes him feel like a million butterflies are in his tummy. When you hold his hand as the two of you approach the concert venue, he knows he’s with someone who likes him back. The two of you take the time to buy some merch and then you get to your seats afterwards.
You both have a good time, listening to amazing music and getting to know one another through your love of music. After the show, you and him go out for a walk and talk about the concert itself. His kisses are swoonworthy and make you feel a little lightheaded in the best way possible.
The evening will end in your apartment, a new record spinning on your vinyl player and a bottle of wine passed between you and your date. The way he looks at you, you know you’re very much going to continue this in the bedroom very shortly.
Will you accept his offer to spend Valentine’s Day together?
He surprises you with a picnic basket and some champagne. The two of you lay out a big blanket in your living room and you feed each other little hors d’oeuvres and snacks. He prepared some chocolate covered strawberries, which are such a delight. He’ll spend some time taking pictures of you, giving you both mementos of this beautiful day. He’s a bit shy at times, but he won’t be opposed to giving you kisses. His kisses are soft, sweet and tender, but they will develop into something else if you let them.
The two of you will probably end up making a pillow fort after, just snuggling in the post champagne and kisses glow. He enjoys the quieter moments with you, just being able to hold you. It gives him time to really reflect on the good things in his life. When you look up at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, he melts a little each time.
The evening will end with him taking you outside to look at the stars and to share a late night cigarette. He won’t let you get too cold, as he keeps a very tight hold on you as his kisses grow more and more passionate.
Will you accept his offer to spend Valentine’s Day together?
He’s got reservations to go out to a fancy restaurant. He eagerly picks you up, and he’s in a great mood. All smiles and laughs with you, but he will be romantic as well. He’s a gentleman, opening the car door and pulling out your chair. The two of you have a wonderful dinner, and you sip on some very expensive wine together. As the night gets later, he pulls you out onto the dancefloor. A pianist is playing in the restaurant, and lots of couples are slow dancing to the music together. Your date makes you swoon with each action he takes to show you just how much he likes you. His first kiss with you seems to almost be one out of a fairytale.
And then he takes you out for a drive, looking at the beautiful sights in the city and how other couples are out and about tonight as well. He holds your hand, giving it a squeeze from time to time to remind you that this man who sits beside you adores you more than anything.
The evening ends in his flat, you on his bed and him ready to ravish you. He’s had enough teasing for one day, and the more he spends time kissing you, the more he realizes just how badly he wants to make love to you. Don’t worry, your pleasure is his priority.
Will you accept his offer to spend Valentine’s Day together?
He shows up at your place, two tickets to a movie in his hand. You don’t hesitate to join him. The walk to the movie theatre is reserved for awkward little smiles and soft kisses on your cheek. His hand is sweaty as he holds yours, but he does his best to remain calm and collected. He will pay for your popcorn and soda as the two of you get ready to watch a movie. The only issue is that…this isn’t the movie he paid for at all. He wanted to see something with a bit more substance, but he accidentally bought tickets for a sweet and corny romance flick. Nevertheless, he even finds himself enjoying it. Especially with how you react to it.
You look adorable whenever you swoon at the lines in the film. Your date is enjoying himself quite a bit, even if this wasn’t what he had been planning. After the movie, he’ll ask you about it and what you thought of the story.
Your evening ends with him walking you back to your flat, but not before stopping at a little corner store to buy you a box of chocolates. The two of you sit on your sofa, feeding each other the chocolates without realizing that…oops, they are aphrodisiac chocolates!
Will you accept his offer to spend Valentine’s Day together?
Who will you spend Valentine's Day with?
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Voting ended onFeb 17
happy Valentine's Day everyone!!!
tagging the lovely @moreummagumma for giving me the inspiration for this one! Thank you so much!
