#sub!bri

[queenmylovely]

A Not-So-Gentle Reminder

Summary: Brian may x fem!reader. Bri gets on your nerves and needs a reminder. 

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: fluff at the end, cussing, and smut (18+!! it’s all smut)

A/N: Okay, so... this was not requested but I felt the need to write it. Basically just buckle up for some sub!Bri and dom!reader I hope you all enjoy, and any feedback in the form of likes, replies, reblogs, and asks about it are greatly appreciated! Requests are open! (more info at the end)

Masterlist 

(he looks bratty here)

☆☆☆

It had all started when Brian had been a little mouthy at dinner. Nothing too bad, but the little complaints he made throughout the night had started to get on your nerves. First, it was about the restaurant you chose, even though he had said he didn’t care. Then, it was whining about the traffic and not-so-subtly trying to backseat drive when he had insisted you drive because he wanted to jot down some notes on a song on the way over. Finally, it was arguing with you between getting either a chocolate mousse or an apple tart for dessert when you suggested getting both and sharing.

Not to mention that he was wearing that damned white shirt of his that he never buttoned up more than half-way, and it was kinda hot in the restaurant, and you could see the barest amount of sweat collecting on his chest all evening. That had been what made you unequivocally decide that you needed to remind him who was in charge tonight.  

That’s what had gotten you where you were now. Brian was laying down on the bed beneath you as you kneeled at his side. You had been edging him for over 45 minutes. Switching off between sucking on him with your mouth and jerking him off with your hands, it only took a couple of movements of either to get him right to the edge. As soon as you could feel him start to tense up, you removed your mouth or hand, leaving him to whine and plead with you for mercy.

You didn’t mind his begging though, as long as he kept his hands to himself like you told him to and didn’t come until you said so.

By now, Brian was an absolute mess. His hair was frizzy and all over the place because of the way he was tossing and turning his head, trying to retain control. His cheeks, neck, and chest were deliciously pink and you couldn’t help but leave soft kisses there whenever you stopped working him. A now not so thin layer of sweat was covering his entire body and it had started pooling in the dip between his collarbone and dripping down his chest.

There were tears filling up his eyes, and they were matched by the steady stream of precum coming out of his tip.

You smoothed his hair out of his face as he tried to control his breathing.

“You’re doing very good, Bri,” you told him soothingly.

“Please-please, Y/N. Please let me come,” he said achingly, staring into your eyes hopefully.

“Hmmm, I don’t know, baby. You’re just so pretty like this, and I know that if we keep going just a couple more times, you’ll get even more desperate. And you know I like it when you get all fucked out,” you cooed at him, kissing the corner of his mouth and making him whine.

You took his cock back into your hands and Brian hissed at the contact. It was red and swollen, twitching with every other movement of your hands. He got close almost as soon as you began and started whimpering and moaning.

“I-fuck- I need to come. Please, Y/N, please let me,” he pleaded with you.

You shook your head slightly, “No, baby, hold it just a little longer.”

Continuing your strokes, you added more pressure, and when you swiped your thumb over the slit, Brian couldn’t take it anymore.

He let out a sob and bucked his hips into your hands. You retracted them, but it was too late, and Brian was already coming undone. He moaned and panted out your name as cum spurted out over his stomach, covering the precum that was already there. His legs shook as his back arched, eyes squeezing shut as tears made tracks down his face.

But as hot as the sights and sounds were, nothing could stop you from being absolutely livid. You grabbed his face, bringing him down from his high as quickly as possible.

“Uh-uh. That was not okay,” you said in a harsh tone.

Brian immediately knew what he had done. He started to apologize frantically, sitting up a little and quickly wiping the tears from his face that had fallen with his intense orgasm, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I tried to stop it, but I just needed to come so bad. You made me feel so good.”

“That’s not true, you didn’t need to come. I’ve pushed you further before and you didn’t disappoint me then. You know what comes next,” you replied, jerking your head towards your lap and waiting for him to move.

He hesitated and said, “But I’m all messy. I need to clean up…”

“I don’t care. Get over here,” you said without an ounce of sympathy in your voice.

His shoulders slumped as he moved over to you. It wasn’t that he didn’t love the punishment that was to come, but that he hated not being your good boy. He laid down across your wide spread legs and you could feel his sticky cum pressed between his stomach and your thigh. Supporting his groin, you could feel his already half-hard cock pressing into your right leg. The same leg that presented his ass to you on a silver platter.

“Okay. If you can take this punishment like a good boy should be able to and count the whole time, I’ll think about forgiving you. If not, I don’t know when the next time you’ll come is, ‘cause you definitely won’t deserve it,” you said matter-of-factly. He whimpered at your strict words and waited for you to start.

Bracing your left hand against the very top of the swell of his ass, your right hand slowly rubbed over his cheeks, deciding where the best place to begin would be. You decided on the right cheek and raised your hand, bringing it down quickly and spanking him.

He counted out, “One,” loud enough for you to easily hear, not wanting to give you any reason to correct him.

“Good,” you replied, and without pause give him another brisk smack, smirking when you heard his “two,” along with a moan.

Soothing his skin for a second, you looked towards his head and saw that he was laying his forehead on his folded arms, lifted enough so his voice wasn’t muffled. Your heart swelled at this, realizing how hard he was truly trying. Your anger had ebbed away, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to get the rest of his punishment.

With swift succession, you delivered the next five spanks, bringing you up to seven. Brian matched your speed with his counting, earning him a short respite.

“You’re doing very well. Surprising me, baby,” you praised, causing Brian to smile. Despite the redness and pain his behind was feeling, all of it was worth it just to hear you say those words.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he replied, knowing that good boys have good manners.

You decided then that a nice, even 20 would be the number today and continued on. Together, you and he developed a rhythm, with you giving him just enough time to say the number before hitting him again. This continued for eight more, landing at 15; you had switched sides at the halfway point.

By the time he croaked out, “15,” you knew Brian was feeling it.

“Just five more, sweet boy,” you coaxed. Brian nodded and wiped his eyes yet again, letting out a small sniffle that would have broken your heart had it not sent heat straight down to your core.

With the last five, you were merciless. You hit him harder than any of the others, putting all of your might into them, as he panted below you. His counting turned breathy and he whimpered; his body shifted forward with each one and he was just starting to shake.

After he said his final, quiet, “20,” you stopped and soothed his backside with your hand, blowing cool air on it that caused him to shiver. You trailed your left hand across the goosebumps on his back, continuing the sensation.

“You did such a great job, baby. You took all of them so well, didn’t complain once!” you told him cheerfully. “What do you say?” you asked, reminding him, but giving him some slack.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he said, sincerely.

“That’s my good boy, you’re welcome, sweetie. Come here,” you said, making him beam at your praise. You helped him rise to his knees on your right side. Once he got off from your lap, he could see most of him cum had rubbed off onto you, making him blush for making such a mess.

“Should I get you a towel?” Brian offered, ready to fill the role of your helpful and obedient boy.

“No need, I have a better idea,” you replied, and when you saw his confused face, continued, “Clean me up with your mouth, but don’t swallow,” the stern tone coming back into your voice.

He nodded quickly with wide eyes and started his work. He would jump at the chance to lick anything off you, and the fact that it was his own cum didn’t change that. In fact, he found himself starting to get fully hard all over again. He cleaned up, doing as you said, and when he finished, he held his mouth open for you to see.

“Mmm, good job, darling boy. Now wait just a second,” you said as you moved your hand to his thigh. Taking two fingers, you collected the remaining cum from there and his stomach and presented it to him. “This too, baby.”

He grabbed your wrist eagerly, licking and swirling his tongue to get it all off, still not swallowing without further instruction. His movements sent heat to your core as you imagined his mouth elsewhere.

Instead of telling him what to do, you kissed him, feeling a moan let loose from his throat to match your own at the taste of him. You swiped your tongue through his mouth and grabbed some of his cum yourself before pulling away and nodding to him to swallow at the same time as you. Maintaining eye contact, you felt yourself getting inexplicably wet as he opened his empty mouth and breathed heavily.

Grabbing his hands, you pulled him down so that you were both laying on your sides facing each other. You smoothed his hair from his face, playing with one of his intact curls.

“You really redeemed yourself there, baby. I wasn’t sure if you would be able to, but you definitely earned back your permission to come.”

“Really, when’s that?” he asked eagerly and you laughed at your needy boy.

“I was thinking… right now,” you replied, pulling him on top of you and kissing him with all of the love you felt in your heart.

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Taglist: @somekindof-cheese @gwilyoubemine @deacytits @supersonicfreddie @siriuslovesmarlene @bowiequeen @acdeaky @deakysgirl @sunflower-borhap-boys @deakyfordays @queensilveryrog @happy-at-home @ceruleanrainblues @briarrose26 @disasterdeacy @instantezra @laedymoon

I just kinda created this taglist and added some people I thought might appreciate some sub!bri, so if you would like to be taken off or added, just send me a message or ask!

Reminder that my requests are open! If you would like something in a sort of one shot format/length or blurb, etc. send it in! I’ll write for any of the Borhap or Queen boys (Freddie only platonically), Lucy, Patrick Murray, Gardner Langway and adult!Tim Murphy or possibly any of the other characters these people have played if I know enough about them!

[brianharoldmayjune]

Better Keep it Quiet (Sub!Brian May x Reader)

Summary: You decide to jerk him off in public

Pairing: Brian May x Reader

Warning: blowjobs, 18+, smut, etc.

Word Count: 1449

Yourself, Brain and the rest of the band were currently filling yourselves with drinks at the local nightclub after the band had finished a gig earlier that night. With the place crowded with too many people, obnoxiously loud rock music and smoke haze filling the air, both you and Brian had snuck off to the back of the club, sitting in a booth that was safely tucked away from all the commotion.

With your body leaning against his, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, a mixed drink was passed back and forth between the two of you. Although it was still early in the night, the prior gig sure made both of you tired. Mainly Bri.

“Why don't we start heading out?” Brian questions, hand gently rubbing at your arm as his chin rested on the top of your head.

“Not yet,” you sigh, looking up to him, “the night is still young,” giving him a small smile while sitting up a little taller to give his lips a peck.

“Alright, if you say so,” easily disregarding his request, he holds the glass of gin and tonic up to your lipstick coated lips so you could take a sip.

With your hands resting on the table top, you decided to take one and rest it firmly on Brian's thigh, starting to stoke it relatively close to his cock. With the slight gasp of air he took in, you could immediately tell the contact was sudden for him.

“Why don’t I take care of that?” you say softly, audible enough for him to hear you over the music while looking down to the bulge that was growing in front of your eyes being restrained in his velvet pants.

Brian approvingly grinned to you, starting to gather his stuff from the table and jacket on the seat. You were quick to stop him, grabbing his wrist firmly in your grasp.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you smile almost cynically, watching as confusion clouded his face.

“Aren’t we going back to my place?” he rebuttals, exchanging glances from your eyes to the hand tightly wrapped around his wrist.

“No, I’ll take care of you right here, silly,”  you say sweetly, giving your head a slight shake to indicate you were kind of sad he didn’t catch on.

“There’s people here,”brian retorted, looking as if he were a deer caught in headlights with his wide eyes and furrowed brows.

“I know,” you simply present him with an innocent smile back, giving the area a double take before starting to slide yourself under the table. With the intoxicated people around you, all busy in their own party shenanigans, they truly wouldn’t notice if a couple in the corner was getting it on.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” Bri said in a panicked state, trying to stop you before you visibly disappeared under the table cloth, “people are going to see you!”

“No one is going to see me,” you pat the side of his knee before emerging yourself under the table, resting on both your knees as you positioned yourself between his long lanky legs. Peeking up from under the tablecloth to look up at the already flushed face of Brian, “People might see you so I would suggest holding in the moans and grunts if I were you.”

Without waiting for a response, you unbuttoned and unzipped his bellbottoms, pushing them down enough in order for you to pull out his length on full display only for you. Taking it in one hand, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock.

Already, Brian was a quivering mess, holding onto his drink for dear life as his other hand grasped tightly at the cushion that was lining the booth.

Starting to softly pump him in one hand, you admired how delicious it he was, cock glistening in pre-cum. Flicking his tip with the tip of your tongue, one of his legs bucked up, hitting the table causing the contents on top of it to noisily rattle. You remove your hand from the base of his cock almost immediately.

“Baby, at this rate you’ll have the whole club’s attention andthe rest of the block,” you shake your head disapprovingly, giving the tip of his cock another flick with your tongue. His leg bucked again, but not as much as before.

“Stop teasing, then,” he looked down to you, trying to sound dominant but instead sounding like a whiny and whimpering child.

“Stop being greedy,” you take his length in your mouth, pulling your head away until your lips popped off of it, “or I’m not gonna let you cum.”

Looking like a hot mess, a tiny ‘sorry’ was all he was able to get past his lips, bringing the drink to his mouth to keep it occupied.

“Good boy,” you say while kissing his knee, bringing your hand back around his cock, starting to pump it again.

Your lips now wrapped around his length and your head bobbing around it, Brian was having trouble keeping in his moans, biting his bottom lip roughly as the hand that was grasping the cushion was brought to your hair.

With his hand now clenched around your hair, you couldn’t do anything but allow his sensitive body to find some form of relief as he tried his best to contain himself from embarrassing exposure from the rest of the club noticing the two of you.

Removing your mouth from his throbbing dick to speak to him, your hand was still pumping at a fast pace, knowing it wouldn’t take long till he was brought to his climax.

“You going to cum for me, baby?” you grin while licking a line up the inside of his thigh- his quiveringthigh might I add. All he did was nod quickly, refusing to speak knowing a groan would definitely escape his lips. I mean, he couldn’t control himself as it was, hearing tiny strings of whines and moans from your place under the table.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” you state plainly taking his length back in your mouth, “now,” you repeat, mouth filled with his length.

With Brian's head rested against the back of the booths seat, hands holding tightly at his glass and within your hair, his orgasm ran through him roughly, his body spasming under your control.

Feeling his hot seed fill your mouth, you swallow without hesitation, bringing two of your fingers to stoke up his cock to grab the cum that was dripping down it. That motion alone caused him to moan quite audibly, suggesting he was sensitive to touch.

Hoisting yourself up and out from under the table, you returned to your previous spot in the booth, admiring the red-cheeked and flustered Brian sitting beside you.

“Open,” you say sternly, bringing your hand to hold tightly at his chin. With his mouth now open, you take your two fingers covered in his cum and slip them in his mouth, tapping on his chin gently so he would close his parted lips.

“That's how wonderful you taste,” you smile to him, feeling his warm tongue swirl around your fingers as he took his own taste in. Although his eyes stared darkly back at your own, you could only focus on the tiny beads of sweat that had accumulated on his forehead.

“You were very good for me, baby,” you give his pink cheek a kiss, sliding your fingers out from his mouth.

Still trying to catch his breath and stabilize himself, you continued to interrupt him before he was able to truly speak.

“I’m going to go clean up in the bathroom,” you pick up one of his hand to kiss his knuckle, “I suggest you meet me there in five unless you want to be punished tonight.”

Sliding out of the booth, you gave Brian a playful wink before you made your way to the bathroom.

After fully collecting himself several minutes after you left, he slid out of the booth starting to walk towards the bathrooms. Trying to make his way through the crowd, a hand wrapped around his forearm, stopping Brian in his tracks and turning him around.

It was John.

“Is y/n offering blowjobs to anybody else?”  he grinded naughtily, watching as a horrified look spread across Brian's face.

“I'm only teasing,” John chuckled, giving his arm a small nudge, “I do however recommend that you work on your facial expressions, give y/n something hot to look at.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Brian huffed, turning away to meet your waiting self in the bathroom. After all, he wasn’t in any ways ready to be punished that night.

MASTERLIST

- Yours Truly, R.

[gwilyoubemine]

'brian having a kink for your lipstick getting all over his dick'

are you even ready for this

@gwilymz sent me this prompt and it's now 3:50am and i have been engrossed in this, holy shit,,,, enjoy <#

warning: an insane amount of sub!bri

• you and brian have just been on a double date with roger and his new girlfriend (probably the third once this month) and as you're driving back home, you notice brian is sneaking glances at you

• "you might want to keep your attention on the road, bri."

• he mumbles an unconvincing "it is on the road."

• his voice sounds a little airy and you wonder what he's thinking about since his mind seems rather preoccupied

• when you get back to your shared apartment both of you crash onto the sofa within minutes and you start to play with his hair, wrapping the dark curls around your fingers

• brian sinks back into the sofa, his eyes closing in content

• "you've been staring at me a lot tonight." you tell him, watching closely for his reaction

• "what do you mean, love?"

• his eyes are still closed and a pink flush is starting to spread across his cheeks

• his eyelashes look so pretty brushing against his pale skin

• you start to trace his features with your fingers and when the pad of your thumb brushes over his bottom lip, he lets out a shaky breath

• "in the restaurant... your eyes were hovering over my lips. and back in the car, you kept looking over whenever you had the chance."

• his eyes flutter open and they look darker than usual when they find yours

• "m always staring at you, darling."

• "come on, bri, your eyes were glued to my lips tonight."

• you cup his face and begin to caress his cheek with your thumb

• he stays silent and you inch closer to him, your other hand settling just above his knee

• "tell me, baby, why you were staring."

• he swallows loudly and your gaze is fixed on his neck, where his adam's apple is bobbing up and down

• "use your words, brian. be a good boy and tell me why you were staring."

• you hear his breath hitch in response to your words and after watching you silently for a few seconds (the time feels torturously slow) he begins to murmur something

• "it's your-" he pauses as his eyes flicker down to your lips

• your hand slides higher up his leg until it's curled snuggly around his thigh and brian's lips are parted slightly now, his breath leaving him in short bursts

• "yes, baby? my what?"

• "your lipstick." he chokes out quickly, hyperaware of your fingers caressing his thigh through the scratchy fabric of his trousers

• you tilt your head to the side and raise a brow at him, moving your hand away from his face to touch your own lips

• "is there something up with it?" you mumble and brian is quick to shake his head, his eyes glued to your fingertips which now look a faint red colour

• "no- i bloody love it." he says as his eyes lock onto yours again and you can tell there's something he's not admitting to

• "what are you not telling me, sweet boy?" you ask him softly, brushing some of his curls away from his face. "there must be something more to it than just loving my lipstick."

• "it's just-" he starts, his voice low and airy. "i can't stop thinking about the last time you wore it."

• you get up off the sofa and before brian can yank you back to him you are resituating yourself on his lap

• brian grunts quietly and a soft moan spills from your lips as you get a feel of the hard on currently straining against his trousers

• "god, brian, you're so hard."

• he lets out a quiet whimper and wraps his arms around you, one of his hands going straight for your ass

• "the last time you wore that lipstick was when you had that night out with your friends." he stutters out, his eyes completely blown and glazed over. "y-you sucked me off in the kitchen when you got home.'

• you feel yourself getting hot as memories of that night begin to flood your mind- the cold and hard kitchen floor beneath your knees, the sound of brian's sinful whining and moaning, the feel of his cock hitting the back of your throat

• you're beginning to grind yourself against him as he continues to speak

• "your lipstick was all over my cock, all smeared down your chin. god, it was so sexy."

• your hand pushes him back against the sofa and you take a second to take in the sight of him looking so worked up and needy, his cheeks looking so perfectly pink

• "you're such a naughty boy." you drawl as you wrap your fingers around his neck, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp out and buck his hips up against you

• "you want my lipstick smeared across your dick again, don't you, baby?"

• he whines out and starts to nod his head, his eyes pleading with you to hurry up and touch him

• "is that what you've been thinking about all night, sweet boy? my lips around your cock?" you ask him as you shuffle backwards to firmly press the palm of your hand against the bulge in his trousers

• he whimpers loudly as his head falls back against the sofa

• his eyes are tightly shut at this point and he's making all sorts of sounds as you palm his dick slowly

• "look at me, bri." you command and his eyes are open within seconds, he was always such a good boy for you. "tell me if that's what you were thinking about."

• "yes- all i was thinking about. i want your lips around my cock." and at this point he's beginning for it. "i-i want your red lipstick smeared all over it."

• "i think that can be arranged, baby boy."

lord : - ) help me : - ))))

[tikiniki]

Subby Queens

I love that half of my anons lately are thirsting for sub!Bri while the other half is passionately rooting for sub!Freddie xD

Meanwhile Deaky and Roger are eating popcorn lol. 

I will do my best to satisfy all of you. If I don’t manage anything else, I’ll at least write one long smut fic with both sub!Bri and sub!Fred 😏

[briannmayy]

I just started writing that sub!Brian fanfic sksksksks I hope you all enjoy it

[brianharoldmayjune]

don’t ruin the sofa | sub!brian may

Summary: You decide it would be best if he got himself off. Based off one of the scenarios from the smut prompt list. 

Pairing: Sub ! Brian May x Reader

Warning: Mutual masturbation, edging, voyeurism,18+

Word Count: 802 

Authors Note: Just a short piece of writing to help you and me sleep at night.

The current situation was exactly this: You and Brian were sitting in the living room of your shared apartment. You were sitting on one end of the couch while Brian was sitting on the complete opposite, parallel to you.

Although, here’s where things start to get a little saucy. With your legs spread open and your own hands found between them, you had one hand toying with your clit while the other hand had two fingers slowly pumping in and out of your dripping wet core.

Brian, on the other hand, was also sat there with his legs spread open, but, his hand was pumping his own hard cock at an awfully slow pace.

With the two of you eyeing each other like hawks, you could tell Brian was starting to have a hard time keeping his eyes focused on your face, let alone your fully displayed pussy.

“Brian,” you snapped, “eyes on me.”

He followed your demand swiftly, eyes darting to your face, his hand still around his throbbing cock. Why was it throbbing you may be asking? Well, you told him he had to take it slow and cum only when you gave permission.

“Good boy,” you praise, nodding your head once in approval as you watched his darkened eyes stare right into yours, “and you know what good boys get?”

“To cum,” he responded quickly, not wanting to act in a dissaproving manner which would lead to the punishment of not being aloud to cum.

“That’s right,” you agree, enjoying the view infront of you; Brian having difficulty keeping himself away from having an orgasm. 

He had now been pumping himself, slowly, for roughly 10 minutes, at a pace unable to bring him to his high, at a pace you requested him to follow.

“You can pump faster,” you grant him, watching as he wasted no second doing just as you say.

With the slight contort of his face, Brian wasn’t too far from reaching his climax as his hand pumped vigorously at his cock.

“I’m close,” Brian shares to you, eyes literally begging you to allow him to cum.

You simply brush off the comment and focus on your high, feeling yourself inches away from reaching your own orgasm.

“Can I cum?” May asks you, trying ever so hard to sound powerful but instead sounding ever so whiny and child-like.

“Not yet,” you instruct him, watching as the pace in which he was pumping himself slowed down, “I didn’t say you can slow down.”

A soft whimper escaped his parted lips as he picked up the pace, similar to the speed he had just been pumping himself at.

By the look on his face and his beat red cheeks you knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold it much longer.

With your own high building, you felt the coil inside of you snap as a euphoric wave ran through your body. Retracting your hands away from your core, you left your legs spread open allowing Brian to take in the mess you had just made.

That alone left Brian groaning, his free hand grasping around a pillow that was beside him as his knuckles turned white. Could he possibly hold it in any longer?

Bringing the two fingers that had just been inside of your pussy up to your mouth, you sucked them clean as Brian quite literally died in front of you at the sight.

“Please,” was all he was able to form as he bit his lip while trying his hardest to refrain from slowing down his motions, deep groans from his throat filling the room.

More begging would inevitably come your way if you continued to refrain from allowing him to let go.

With a small smirk spreading across your lips from the whiny, quivering boy sat in front of you, you nodded your head in approval.

“Go on, cum for me.”

With his hand pumping at a pace faster than it had already been pumping, precum being the only lube lathering his length, his head dropped back just as he was about to reach his climax.

“Be careful through,” you decided to give him a challenge while an evil yet playful glint filled your eyes, “don’t ruin the sofa.”

Letting go as his orgasm ran through his lanky body, it would be too late before he was able to control the stream of hot cum that not only covered his cock and thighs, but also the couch the two of you were sat on. 

Trying to catch his breath, he exchanged glaces from the mess he had made on the couch to your face, his mouth ajar as his breathing was heavy. 

With the devilish grin drawn by your lips, he knew he was definitely in for it tonight. 

[brianharoldmayjune]

buckle up folks

𝓢𝓤𝓑 𝓑𝓡𝓘

coming ur way in less than an hour

[tikiniki]

IS THAT SUB!BRIAN IN AN EXERCISE IN DARING I mean I don't want to assume and I apologize in advance if I offended you BUT I LOVE HOW YOUR WRITE HIM IN THAT I CAN DIE HAPPILY NOW getting my daily doses of favorite Brian from you really feeling like the luckiest woman alive wwwwww And why do I get the feeling that he's been set up by the other three I MEAN they act so knowingly?! And are like, smirking and watching him all fluster?! Pray tell Tikini did the other three planned this beforehand?!

Hun, you won’t be able to offend me with sub!Bri headcanons I love that shit xD Hahhaha seems like I gave that impression, that poor guileless Bri was set up... While I don’t think the other three planned it beforehand, I think all of them wanted a piece of Brian, and that when the perfect opportunity presented itself, they went for it ;)