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THE ROLLING STONES

Fanboy!headcanons (b. jones)

Covert affair | NSFW (b. jones)

Behaving | NSFW (sub!brian jones)

Attention (b. jones x m. jagger x reader)

Sun-kissed morning | NSFW (b. jones)

THE BEATLES

Shut that pretty mouth | NSFW (j. lennon)

+ more upcoming!! stay tuned...

a soft lazy moan slipped between your lips as you felt brian's pompous lips carefully depositing kisses on your neck.

it was still an equally addictive feeling as the first time you'd felt it years ago, in the bathroom of some club in london — well, not just any club, rather, brian's favorite club. the same one you both went to with all your friends after your wedding.

and god, they were still shaking you just like before.

why wouldn't they? if they were still the same lips that could kiss you with such affection and softness, making you feel rays of electricity traveling down your back, but that could also devour you and say such dirty things to you that made your voice worn out afterwards.

"please..."

brian's hoarse voice murmured again close to your ear, with a depth that years ago you wouldn't have recognized as his own. he was so different from how you'd met him before, and yet you were sure to continue giving him your heart for many more years.

he wasn't the same almost fresh out of puberty brian that you'd met — no, he was a adult now; more mature, more sure that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. and here you were now.

you could feel the sinking of the mattress next to you, where he was surely leaning on one elbow so that he could get closer to your figure, gently stroking your bare back with his other hand. his touch felt almost like a caress to the soul, with that dedicated care with which he always touched you.

...but right now, you were too tired to pay attention to any of his attempts to get a quickie. it's not like the night before he let you rest properly either.

you sank your face into the pillow slightly, complaining in a low voice while you kept feeling his hand sliding on your skin so gently that it felt like the caress of a cloud.

"no, bri. lemme sleep" you mumbled in a voice muffled by the pillow, noticing the soft snort that left him.

"jus' a moment, c'mon. you don't even know what 'm waking you up for."

"'m not stupid" you replied, still refusing to open your eyes.

" i know you aren't, ya married me" he gently teased, and you could almost feel the smile on his face when you heard those words.

ugh, that lazy smile he showed you every day that proved to you more and more that you'd married one of the best men in the world. that little smile that greeted you every time you woke him up with a kiss or every time you brought him breakfast in bed.

the simple fact of knowing you love a man so much as to think this way about him makes you angry. 'cause, my god, you're so sure you'd do whatever he wanted if he asked in the right tone of voice.

you let out a heavy sigh at his joke, though you couldn't help but let the corners of your lips rise gently. "don't start..."

brian hummed softly in response, his hand — which you hadn't even realized had stopped his caresses — resuming its previous action, this time slowly going down the curve of your still-bare back.

god, that was a tempting sight.

so beautiful, with your skin so soft and pretty shining by the sun rays coming through the window and kissing it as if you were the muse of the sun. these were the little things brian had dreamed of so many times years ago before he married you.

they'd since come true and he would be lying if he said he didn't adore them.

he couldn't help but bite his lower lip gently, just thinking about how much he could please you if you let yourself be carried away by him just a little.

he knew he had good stamina and that it was difficult to follow him sometimes, but you can't blame him. having you as his wife, married, both adults and with a stable life, he didn't care if one day you told him that you had an unexpected surprise.

what's more, he'd be happy to have a mini you one day running around the house.

"c'mon, honey" his voice traveled gently through your ear, making your heart flutter as if you were seventeen and had just met him again. "be nice with me, please?"

christ sake, that damn nickname.

that nickname still had the same old effect on you.

you snorted softly, trying to feign indifference, even though your legs moved a little under the covers as if hesitating whether or not to let him in. it didn't cost anything to get brian to start you up; one of the many advantages of knowing you so well.

"that's it."

there was nothing left for you but to bury your face in the pillow even deeper to try to hide your embarrassment at enjoying this. it was truly embarrassing that he realized so quickly the effect he had on you.

you felt his hand go down to your bum, just covered by those cute pink panties that he'd insisted you wear last night — they weren't even lingerie. brian just loved the way the things he got you looked on your body.

they were a little reminder that you were his.

he gently stroked your bum, letting out a soft sigh of delight before his gaze went back up to the way your hair contrasted so beautifully with your skin being caressed by the morning sun.

it couldn't be legal to be this pretty, he thought. he still didn't believe that there was such a wonderful girl like you out there for years and that you had only met him about five years ago of your life. totally unfair.

you, on the other hand, were dying internally.

the way he touched you had always driven you crazy, but now that he could really take his time with you? oh god. before it was always quick or getting frustrated 'cause the boys were looking for him or 'cause he was arriving late somewhere.

well, not that he really cared about being late, but he always ended up arguing with the band 'cause of it. but now brian really had the time to make you feel good and even play with you before giving you what you really wanted. and ugh, it was so hot.

almost rewarding, you thought sometimes — to be able to have him all to yourself whenever you feel like it after years of trying to keep it together.

"c'mon, pretty, lemme see you. just a little more."

your moan was barely muffled by the pillow, the warmth rising to your flushed cheeks at the sound of that worked up tone he had — the same one he used whenever you two were alone anywhere. wasn't his fault he had such a beautiful wife.

you could only bury your face completely into the pillow in an attempt to make him not see your embarrassed face, but little did he seem to care, 'cause his fingers were already tracing the outline of your wetness above your panties.

and the way his fingers touched so gently and almost tenderly your wet folds thanks to his own words made the despair inside you grow little by little, more and more.

"you- fuck, brian."

he heard you complaining under your breath, your prayers drawing an almost amused smile from him as he continued to take his time with you. his fingers slowly stopped just above your wet cunt, as if he already knew it perfectly, gently pressing right there.

if you knew anything about brian, it was that he loved to make you beg.

it was just that there was something so satisfying about watching you beg and plead for something, even with both of you knowing that if you asked for it he' give it to you right away.

"so wet already" he muttered almost to himself. "so kind with me, that."

kind. that was one way of putting it.

you tried to defend yourself in a soft complaint, but the only thing that came out was a small sound that you knew did nothing but increase your husband's ego. but his fingers were so thick and he always made you feel so good and... ugh.

your hips rose out of the bed by instinct, almost offering him more access, feeling a rush of electricity coursing down your back as you felt his bare chest brush against your body. his hand kept gently cupping your wet cunt from behind, now invading your space with his body.

brian had always been taller than you. taller, bigger, stronger, even if he was the smallest one in the band — and though if, according to himself, he was "neglecting himself" lately... you've never wanted him more than now.

it mattered little to you that he was "chubbier" if it meant having him by your side. you couldn't enjoy anything about him before 'cause of the damn tours; you wouldn't complain now that he was finally by your side.

his pompous lips were returning to leave slow and careful kisses on your bare shoulder, his chest touching softly the muscles of your back and making you smile internally at the feeling of his warmth against you.

you could feel his hairy chest tickling your back, and fuck, it was the most satisfying feeling in the world.

"that's it, pretty. i'll make you feel good. ya missed me, didn't ya?" brian murmured against your shoulder, his breath brushing against your being.

you only managed to nod weakly, a heated sigh leaving your lips when you felt his hand moving back up to your covered clit.

the gentle pressure he put there made you curse under your breath, your lips parting in delight as he started making slow circles. oh — you definitely married the best man in the world.

brian began to increase the rhythm of his movements little by little, rubbing your clit over your panties and feeling how you wet yourself even more against his palm against his caresses. it was a total delight to be able to have you all to himself like that.

your body was burning with heat, almost feeling the fire tearing at your insides, begging for more and more of him. the unbearable desire you felt eating your insides every time you were with him was incomparable to anything else you had ever felt.

his hair brushed gently against the skin near your shoulder, bringing you back to reality and making you notice how the weight on the bed shifted again due to brian changing his position.

"what are ya...?" you started talking as you sat up on your stomach with the help of your elbows, ready to look over your shoulder at him before stopping when you felt a gentle breeze on your lower back when he pulled the covers off you.

the windows were closed, but you still felt the cold hit you immediately; perhaps also thanks to the fact that he'd separated from you.

"bri?"

"everything fine, pretty. just wanna make m'girl feel good..."

you heard him mumble as he finally stopped, his warm hands suddenly touching your thighs. or rather, the panties between them.

you were about to complain about his actions, about to protest that you'd even given him a green light, when you felt how his weight on the bed changed position and how the fabric of your panties slid down your thighs until it reached your knees, exposing your anxious wetness to your husband.

he paused just a moment to see how the wet lips of your cunt were glowing eagerly for him, almost screaming for his touch as if they'd been waiting for too long already.

"bloody hell" you heard his voice mumble, with one of his hands slowly going up the back of your thighs until his thumb brushed your intimate area.

and god, as anxious as you were already, that was enough to make you whimper softly.

or maybe it was just brian, who was able to make you feel everything stronger and with more ecstasy as if he was your biggest drug.

shivers ran through your entire body like a blast of electricity as his thumb brushed too close to where you needed it most, your hips gently pushing back out of mere instinct. he knew your body so well that he already knew what you wanted — he began to gently massage the inside of your thigh, taking no time at all to add his other hand to the action, gently moving up and down your skin.

his care ripped a faint sound from your throat, which increased when two of his digits got into your entrance.

and hell. now it's when you loved so much that he played guitar, 'cause... oh.

his fingers entered your pussy with ease, practically sliding inside and making their way through your soft walls. brian had to restrain himself from letting out a growl because damn, the way your cunt was sucking his fingers so well? enough to get him going.

"look how cute. so eager for me, aren't ya, honey?"

the only response he received from you was a soft moan, muffled by the way you'd hidden your face in the pillow again. you couldn't even look at him right now — ironic, since you were at his total disposition.

it was just incredible how he could get you all messy and eager even after years of being together.

your warm walls hugged both of brian's fingers warmly, the wetness still present only helping them to get in and out of your interior more easily, with a damp sound that only served to make you both hornier.

he set a gentle rhythm inside you, making you feel his fingers deep inside you while that almost proud little smile remained on his face.

the way his fingers felt just so good inside you without any effort was making your brain mush. and you just knew that he could make you feel good like no one else. it was your husband, anyway.

brian had known mick long enough to know how he acted when he liked a girl. It didn't even have to be for something serious, no; just a pretty groupie and Mick Jagger was suddenly an expert at acting like the sweetest guy in the world.

fuckass.

getting passes for her to accompany him, bragging about just 'wanting company', and always acting like he was the best future husband in the world. If that were the case, mick had about thirty pending weddings.

the problem was that mick actually did had a natural charm, and everyone knew it. They needed to get something? send mick, everyone would say, he would probably talk nice to anyone and he would succeed. extra portions of food? mick would be ordering everything and would probably get the waitresses' numbers too just for fun.

not that they could blame him either — keith did the same thing, brian was an expert at getting attention and if charlie didn't already have a wife, he'd surely do the same (not really). now, when bill joined the band, it didn't take long for him to realize how everything worked.

and of course, he assumed that once they really liked someone they'd leave that life just like he had done when he met his girl. and he really didn't think much when he started taking his sister to rehearsals, 'cause, she's his sister, to begin with.

maybe he's the new one there but codes exist, y'know? even if they're something guys never talk about, picking on a friend's sister is like breaking five rules at once. even if you're mick jagger, bill would break your face.

…. thing is, mick liked danger.

he already had a natural charm that could go unnoticed as just being friendly, so of course when bill left the rehearsal room even if it was five minutes to go get water, he didn't hide a bit.

and that would be when brian's stomach would tighten and he'd get a nausea-like feeling just watching mick be so sweet to you. it wasn't even jealousy, no, brian knew that feeling well — it was something more akin to helplessness at seeing mick pretending to be "himself" when in his goddamn life he'd treat a girl he didn't think was cute like that.

and the worst part was that you didn't even seem to notice it. 'cause of course, mick was so gentlemanly and polite, friendly, as if offering you a seat wasn't the most basic thing in the world. brian was convinced that he could do much more for you if you gave him a chance.

instead, there you were right now, sitting next to mick while talking animatedly about anything — probably nonsense, brian thought more than once — while your knees touched.

such a small thing, but so damn intimate.

"tryin' to hit mick telepathically again?" keith teased from the side, his voice tinged with a certain tone of amusement. brian barely and let out a soft snort.

well, really smooth, both of them. not hiding a damn thing.

"'m not..." brian muttered, pulling the amplifier cable harder than necessary. "… 'm not upset."

keith had to stop his movements for a moment just to look at brian. his expression was saying a totally opposite thing to what his mouth was saying — he wasn't upset? so what the hell was that expression about wanting to throw the guitar at mick's head?

"sure" he ended up muttering to himself, mentally mocking anyway how ridiculous the situation was.

'cause, of course, he didn't know what it was like to have your insides tighten up when you saw the cutest girl you'd ever seen in your whole miserable life laughing with your friend, knowing that he's probably a better choice for her anyway.

and to see them laughing together as if it were nothing, sharing those little jokes that are too intimate to be just 'friendly', with their knees rubbing and none of them moving away 'cause they probably enjoy the feeling... yeah. if brian was having a run of bad days before, this made it worse like a thousand times.

not only for seeing them both together, but 'cause everyone could sense the tension that mick and brian had been carrying for a couple of weeks already. small disagreements when it comes to songs, slight arguments when they disagree on something and the other doesn't give in to listening to other people's opinions, and now this.

mick wasn't dumb either. he didn't see himself as a selfish person, but the more he tried to bury that feeling of satisfaction at seeing brian's slightly irritated face every time he took your attention, the feeling only grew.

'cause he finally had something of his own. groupies? they always ended up hanging around another band member; i mean, that's the rule — nothing serious. recognition? keith was the guitarist and brian had literally founded the band, so obviously he wasn't the only one taking all the credit.

that's what he liked, being the center of attention. not you, of course not. you're bill's younger sister, aren't you? so of course mick is just being friendly with you 'cause he wants to make you feel at ease in the studio when there's only men around.

he himself didn't believe his own words, but he had to try.

to admit that he's attracted to you would be like bleeding in a sea full of sharks. keith richards is the most burlesque person Mick has ever met in his life and he's not willing to listen to jokes about how he became soft and how he's leaving the rockstar life that fast for some chick.

'cause this? this was his. this — whatever the two of you were forming, this little bubble where you laugh together and share such little things that would go unnoticed but for the little glances from both of you, is his. not brian's, not charlie's, not from anyone else.

not even from bill, who now spent his days giving mick silent warnings every time he passed an arm around your shoulders or every time he offered to teach you something you definitely had no need to know.

seriously, what was the point of teaching you everything about a guitar when mick can't even play instruments. and that's not even his guitar 'cause he doesn't have one. it's keith's, for god's sake.

and mick still had the nerve to be showing you all the guitar strings, the design, what each thing was for, how he…

but as much as keith would like to see how this whole silent fight over a girl who clearly already has a favorite ends, they need to rehearse. and if brian gets in a bad mood, the one who'll pay for it will be the first one who jokes about it and everyone has a certain feeling that it's gonna be keith.

just like now.

"oi, lovebirds, would be great if ya return me my guitar."

you felt the shame rise to your cheeks almost immediately, the heat tinting them a soft reddish color. you were barely able to react when mick was already giving keith a warning look.

"shut it, keef. we're just friends. nothin' else to it" he defended as he adjusted his grip on the guitar to get up and pass it to the blackhead. the award for the most inopportune person on the planet, according to him, went to keith richards.

the corner of keith's lips gently lifted as if he knew perfectly well he was lying, receiving the guitar and immediately moving to let mick pass.

"tell brian that" he mumbled low enough for only mick to hear. "you've got 'im fuming."

and he could only give him a little sidelong glance that told him to just shut up, before saying goodbye with a small head movement to you, leaving you for a moment with keith to go with the others.

your gazes crossed for a moment and, god, you felt so small under his gaze. you could feel that little discomfort that he knew more than you about a subject you weren't entirely sure about.

that feeling of being almost insignificant in front of others 'cause you know they are more than you — god, how you hated that feeling.

but the truth is that even keith wasn't entirely sure what was going on between the three of you; the only thing he could assure was that one of you was definitely going to lose out.

and that, of course, would unleash even more tension that there already was in the band.

--

as much as you wanted him to stop consuming your thoughts 'cause you knew it was a random, casual comment, a clarification that you and he were nothing, mick saying you two were just friends let you thinking.

it was as if the universe, god, or whoever, had sent you a reminder that you and mick were friends. you already knew that, for sure, but that little hope inside of you was still burning.

people can change their minds, that was the idea that you clung to every day when you made mick laugh and his eyes formed those cute crescents while showing you his smile that seemed designed especially for you.

life wouldn't be so complicated if you knew brian felt the same way.

but of course, he wasn't the owner of your thoughts — sure, he was kind, cool, funny and nice to hang out, but your mind was still focused on someone who didn't even bother to accept that he liked you.

'cause, for mick jagger, evading his feelings was much easier than accepting the truth and facing the consequences. for him, refusing to listen to his heart just 'cause he didn't want to give up his rockstar life, was logical.

and he won't bother trying to change it.

so you could just keep going there, sitting in one of the random boxes in the studio while you watched them rehearse — his voice filtered through the room too charmingly for the taste of the logical side of your subconscious.

your heart adored him, but deep inside you there was still that little voice that'd been there from the first day telling you not to get in there, now telling you to stop it already 'cause it wasn't worth the damn thing even if he had the most beautiful voice you had ever heard.

too flashy, too captivating that it gave you helplessness towards yourself the fact that you liked him so much. 'cause you had your brother literally on the side and you could be supporting him instead of being fixed on how mick's lips moved when he sang or how he licked them between breaks.

…. what a horrible feeling.

not knowing whether to obey your intuition or heart just 'cause you were a stubborn one who refused to accept things even if they were in front of you.

a soft sigh escaped your lips, finally obeying your brain and averting your gaze only to fix it on someone other than mick.

you've already seen charlie play the drums a thousand times and, honestly, it sounded almost always the same to you. keith was somehow managing to take puffs on his cigar at the same time he was playing, and bill had that face of concentration that was just like the one he had when you two were little and he was busy building block towers.

that left you with brian.

he was the only one who didn't get into that almost monotonous routine you'd noticed when you went to see them play almost every day — mick almost always did the same vocal exercises, keith always smoked a cigar before and after rehearsal, charlie had the same old tic as every time you saw him play and bill always ended up looking at you to the side to make sure you were still there.

brian didn't, brian... there were days when he'd be the most joking person in the room after keith and days when you wouldn't hear his voice unless you talked to him first. unpredictable, maybe that was the perfect word to describe him.

you'd be lying if you said he didn't catch your eye a little. he had a certain flashy charm — not the loud kind like mick, but quieter and somehow more noticeable.

he didn't chase attention like mick; he didn't try hard to get it 'cause he didn't care as much as others, and that made him get even more attention. ironic, isn't it? maybe everything in brian's life was ironic.

sometimes you wondered if it was just your imagination that made you see those soft smiles or those looks that he occasionally gave you, but then you saw him do the same with any groupie that was hanging around that day and you doubted.

if he did that with girls he was clearly looking for more than laughing and joking with, then why was he repeating those behaviors with you?

and god, how that curiosity kept you hooked. curiosity killed the cat, they say, but at least the cat died knowing.

your eyes silently swept brian up and down, your head tilting gently to the side in sign of attention, trying to figure him out, not knowing that mick noticed it too.

oh. alright.

with his hand still around the microphone, he barely gave brian a quick glance before fixing his eyes on you. he wasn't going to let brian be the center of your attention. anyone who knew him well would know that he haves a total competitive ass.

and believe me, you didn't know what you were getting yourself into.

when your eyes returned to fixate on him, you found him already looking at you while he was singing “I can't be Satisfied". the way he was looking at you? it would have been enough for any other girl to not hesitate to pull down her panties.

you, on the other hand, only managed to give him a sideways smile before your eyes went to brian again just to evade mick. not 'cause you were really purposely ignoring him out of the blue, but 'cause you knew that looking at him while you were waiting for him to suddenly change his opinion about what you two were even knowing that he considered you just a friend, hurt.

besides, brian didn't look bad focused.

and the second mick noticed how your gaze was fixed on another guy before him, especially brian, oh. his stomach seemed to become a whirlpool on itself, tightening and giving the feeling of almost sinking deep into his skin.

your attention. that was all.

he'd keep forcing himself to say that it was just about wanting your attention and not the fact that he was seeing how your gaze screamed that you liked how brian played. or worse, that you liked brian.

and to see your eyes looking at him across the room while he was doing something as intimate as playing an instrument, practically showing you in private a side of his life that others were watching just on the telly... god.

he'd never thought before about how intimate it was to see someone play their favorite instrument. 'cause of course, he didn't play an instrument. brian did.

of course Brian did.

--

"bill's gonna take ya to the next performance?"

oh, god. there was his voice again. you'd swear that your heart threatened to melt every time you heard him, jumping up and down in your chest.

you raised your head almost immediately, pausing for a moment when you saw mick so close to you, leaning close as he always did with the excuse of listening to you better.

you gently shook your head, immediately noticing the small expression of disappointment that passed over mick's face before disappearing almost immediately, as if it had never happened. without knowing it, you had the master of masking things in front of you.

he'd been pretending for months that nothing was wrong with him every time he was near you, every time he saw you arriving at the studio with your brother and every time you smiled just for him — but there were moments like this when the truth slipped into his expressions.

little moments when, if you looked hard enough, you'd figure it out.

"not really sure" you clarified quickly, still leaning against the wall behind you. "think 'm gonna be busy."

"busy?" he repeated to himself, before quickly speaking again in an attempt for you not to notice the tone of mild disbelief that crossed his voice. "we won't see each other for a while then, y'know."

a gentle smile tugged at mick's lips, opposite to the way his hands were clenching into fists inside his pants pockets. dammit.

he didn't know if it was 'cause of the fact that he knew he wouldn't see you for a while or if it was the consequences of that bitter feeling of having seen you so interested in brian before. whatever the reason, he didn't like it one bit.

it didn't take you long to reciprocate his smile, but it faded easily no matter how much you wanted to keep it. "yeah, so..."

"yeah" Mick interrupted you, perhaps too quickly. you both looked at each other for a second, before he cleared his throat and looked away while you nodded gently. the silence spread between you two.

... awkward.

you weren't even really busy the day of the performance. you could easily go, see them, delight in watching mick sing and be his #1 fangirl like every time you went to see the band. but something inside of you knew really well that if you went and saw him leave with any groupie after the show, you'd have a bad time.

and you couldn't complain about anything 'cause you were friends. and friends aren't jealous of each other — much less when it comes to a friend who was originally a friend of your brother.

actually, calling mick a friend of yours already made you doubt. you didn't know what you were for him and your heart didn't want to know either. maybe you were just bill's little sister that he got along with, maybe you were a girl that he just got along with, maybe you were so much to him that he felt it like nothing.

you don't know if he even feels you. is-

"oi. i was, uh, thinking..." mick's hesitant voice brought you back to yourself, looking up only to meet with his blue eyes already fixed on yours. "since yer not gonna go to t'show and we won't see each other for a while, i mean, we could go for some coffee."

uh. this is…

probably the universe giving you the opportunity you've been begging for for weeks. but then why does your heart insist on pounding your chest as if the mere thought of being alone with mick, in a cafe, talking about things that had nothing to do with music or the band, gave you irrational anxiety?

you had to clear your throat before sitting up a little in your place, looking at him with some confusion at the sudden invitation. "now? mean, i don't know if... maybe it's too late for coffee."

a totally credible excuse.

…. if it wasn't almost eleven o'clock in the morning, of course. technically, still an acceptable time to have a coffee.

"'f course. sure" mick managed to reply in something like a murmur, before his eyes went anywhere but to you to think about something else. "how 'bout a tea? bill said there's a cafe ya like nearby."

"uh... i..."

"too warm for that? got it" he ran a hand through his hair — the one you'd beg to feel in the morning when he woke you up with kisses on your neck —, still trying to act casual. "lunch? y'know what, we don't even gotta get lunch, we can-"

"mick."

thanks to whoever it was that had put brian jones as your unofficial guardian angel.

mick, on the other hand, was immediately insulting the mere existence of his dear friend and band mate brian. he looked at him over his shoulder, playing disinterested at the sudden interruption, while the blond made a gentle gesture with his head towards the studio.

"the boys are calling ya. charlie's asking about somethin'."

mick was sure charlie wasn't asking about him 'cause he could see him perfectly talking to bill with a smile plastered on his face through the half-open door behind brian. his eyebrows rose in a slight expression of irony, holding his gaze for a moment.

"is he?"

brian hummed softly in response, giving him a smile that would seem almost harmless if mick didn't know him so well, before gesturing back behind him with his hand. "they need ya, superman."

mick had to olympically resist the urge to roll his eyes before looking at you and giving you a soft smile and then disappear through the door behind brian, without even noticing that he closed it right after he disappeared into the studio.

a sigh that was almost of relief left your lungs, before you looked at brian and smiled at him in silent gratitude. his lips stretched into a small smirk, and god — you've never noticed how cute his smile was before.

it was as if it complemented perfectly with his blonde hair and that almost angelic appearance he had, even if you knew well that he was not as holy as everyone painted him.

"alright?" he asked quietly, finally releasing the doorknob to put his hands in his trouser pockets. "mick doesn't know how t'shut up sometimes."

the soft laugh you let out made brian almost blush — almost — before he noticed himself. dammit; it was almost impossible to act normal in front of you.

especially knowing that you'd been looking at him while he was playing before. 'cause, c'mon, he wasn't dumb. and the way you'd been looking at him, looking so cute, while mick was radiating irritation across the room?

it'd been almost satisfactory.

but of course, then they'd finished rehearsing and mick had go straight to you as usual, like a cat who refused to accept that he enjoys company and who pretends that it's a coincidence every time they're in the same room as someone else.

a cat that, by the way, never shuts up.

"yeah, think i noticed that" you teased a bit, noticing how your shoulders seemed to relax on their own as you kept looking at him. now you were wondering why you'd never taken the time to look at him more closely.

"he was asking you out?"

brian regretted asking as soon as the words left his mouth, noticing mid-sentence how that might sound. what was that question? it was perfect for looking like a prick. oh, god.

he saw you pause for a moment, blink as you processed his words, and was about to apologize and correct himself with the first excuse that came to mind, when he heard you respond. and he couldn't deny that the disinterest there seemed to be in your response cheered him up a little.

selfish? maybe. happy? a lot.

"guess so."

'guess so'. yeah, brian could work with that.

"s'just that..." your words hung in the air as you searched for a way to explain what was going through your mind without giving yourself away. "i don't know if i'd really enjoy it. y'know, mick is... mick."

brian nodded immediately, a smirk appearing on his face briefly before he tried to hide it with a gentle cough. he more than anyone else knew what you meant by that. "hm, yeah. so you're not busy later?"

you shaked your head in response, not having idea of the words that'd come out of brian's mouth in a few moments, more focused on the way your body seemed to relax around him like it knew you were safe.

like it was giving you a sign that brian was did you good, totally contrary to how you felt with mick around.

"great. i wanna go try a new food place, ya mind joinin' me? won't be long."

... now, that's the right way to arrange plans with someone.

not hesitating, not getting entangled with your own words and of course not being weird about it. you could perfectly say no and give him a vague excuse about how you were going out with some friends in the afternoon, but what is life if you don't enjoy it?

besides, it's not like you're not open to the opportunities of fate.

and it's... brian. it's not mick. you felt a little bad for thinking that, but it's quite comforting to know that you won't have to be in battle mode the whole time you're together.

"sure."

that was the only thing you answered before nodding gently, sharing a silent look with Brian that you knew was loaded with something else — something you couldn't identify but you were sure would extend for a long time longer.

you didn't know if it was recognition or a spark of something that stayed for the rest of the rehearsal break, but... god. it was a lot.

--

EPILOGUE

"goin' out?" bill asked nonchalantly from his half-thrown spot on the couch, barely moving his head to look at brian, who'd been staring at himself in the mirror for like five minutes.

a soft sigh came out of the blonde, before turning to look at them. keith was solving what looked like a sudoku puzzle — something you rarely saw him doing —, charlie was having some random drink while watching keith pretend he knew the rules of the game, mick was looking for something to watch on the telly, and bill was just... there.

existing, thrown on the sofa, with the forgotten newspaper on his chest.

his little sister had said something about being busy later, and he'd been left to fate as he spent time with the boys.

"... yeah. going out with, uh, a friend."

"that's what you're gonna call them now?" keith commented without taking his eyes off the sudoku, earning a funny little smile from charlie and a bad look from brian.

"shut up, keef" he whined as mick snorted softly. "you gonna be back late?" charlie was the one who spoke this time, arranging the sofa cushions behind him.

"don't know. maybe. don't think so."

seriously, brian had to learn to hide his nerves a little more.

a brief silence formed in the room as bill grunted softly while settling back on the couch, now watching with boredom as mick searched for something interesting to watch.

keith finally decided that sudoku wasn't his thing and passed the magazine to charlie, before finally looking at his other friend, noticing how he was biting his lower lip the way he always did when something was eating away at his mind.

"...what, ya nervous that bill's sister isn't gonna like ya?"

"keith, i swear-"

"what?" bill and mick's voices sounded at the same time in the room — one of them immediately getting up to look at brian and the other pretending that that reaction had not come from him.

"don't tell me ya don't want it."

you could hear john's mocking voice from above you, mentally cursing him as you tried to hold back the tears that stung your eyes.

the bittersweet sensation of his hand tangled in your hair, tugging every now and then as he held your head still for him was exquisite.

fuck. he was so damn rough, annoying, even a little disgusting, that it was exquisite.

there was something about the way he treated you that drove you wild.

a small gasp escaped your lips before you dared to open your eyes to look at him from your kneeling position in front of him, irritation evident in your gaze.

john looked back at you with an almost smug smile, watching with delight as your cheek was pressed against his bulge.

or rather, as he himself was keeping you close to his hardness. you looked so cute like that.

"aren't ya gonna talk now?" he asked with a feigned confusion he didn't even bother to hide, his hips gently thrusting forward, pressing you closer to his bulge.

you hated him. god, how you hated him.

he was irritating, annoying, never took anything seriously, never shut up... and what a cock he had.

you could feel it hard against you, the fabric of his trousers taut against your cheek, evidence of how badly he wanted you.

"I hate ya."

you reminded him in an almost snarl voice, but the gasp that escaped your lips when he tugged at your hair silenced you again.

the burning sensation made your scalp ache almost satisfyingly.

you looked at him again, frowning, tears of helplessness and a hint of pain mingling in your pretty eyes. he hummed softly, lowering his other hand to your jaw.

"now, look at ya..." he murmured to himself. "what a pretty face you've got. "too bad ya use it t' look at me like that."

you could clearly hear the desire to make you even angrier in his words, and unfortunately for you, it worked. it always worked.

"why don't we put that pretty little mouth of yours t' good use, hm?"

his lips curved into one of his typical playful smirks, bestowing one upon you as he released your jaw only to begin unbuckling his belt, right above you.

the sight was, even if you tried to deny it, hot.

"piss off, john" you hissed, one of your hands moving up to his thigh to try and push him away before he finished unbuckling his pants.

you struggled for a few seconds before he gave your hair another little tug to stop you, annoyed. it wasn't hard enough to hurt too much, but enough to give you a warning.

"stop doin' that."

john groaned, cursing under his breath — his tone now tinged with the same irritation he felt whenever you two fought or argued.

you'd gotten into a few scuffles with him before, but nothing serious. It always ended with brian scolding you both and keeping you apart for weeks before letting you near each other again, only for you to start fighting just a few days later. you two couldn't stand each other, really.

but this time, john had found the solution.

"you're..." you whimpered, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt his bulge shift gently. "annoyin'."

he ignored you completely.

his grip on your hair loosened slightly but remained firm, tugging to lift your head a little and make you look at him. your eyes snapped open at the throbbing pain in your head, meeting his irritated expression.

his hand on his belt paused for a moment, his gaze fixed on you with annoyance.

"shut up."

john ordered, his voice firm as he looked at you demandingly. you, on the other hand, didn't hesitate for a second.

"make me."

silence fell between you for just a few seconds before he huffed softly, muttering something you couldn't hear from your position below him.

then you let out a pained moan as he pulled harder on your hair, roughly jerking your head back, making your neck ache.

"gotta show ya how?" john grumbled, looking at your pained expression without a shred of remorse.

blushing cheeks, disheveled hair, lips parted to whimper in pain. dammit. who even gave you permission to be this pretty?

he licked his lips at the sight, feeling himself harden even more inside his trousers — if that was even possible.

he wanted to give you everything.

you were lucky he'd got plans for later, cause believe me, if it were up to him, john would have been in there all day making you beg for forgiveness.

which, by the way, he still hadn't managed.

"look at ya. you look like a showgirl like that."

the irritation inside you grew at his words, but there wasn't much you could do.

your breathing was slightly ragged with everything that was happening, your heart pounding like crazy as you looked at him through your tear-stained eyes.

"when I tell brian..." you began in a broken murmur, only to be interrupted.

"tell brian?" john repeated, almost mockingly. "tell 'im what? that you're on yer knees waiting t' choke on me?"

a whimper escaped your lips at his words.

"i don't..." you stammered, your voice trailing off as you swallowed. that was the final cue his sanity needed to leave.

john looked at you silently, almost daring you to respond, before murmuring a small, low "right". you could hear his ragged breathing as he released your hair, only to start working on his belt again.

you let out a shaky sigh as you watched his veiny hands undo the safety, not pausing for a moment.

you were almost grateful he'd released your hair, but the feeling quickly faded as you remembered he wouldn't leave unless he got something.

he always got his way. that was another reason of why you hated him.

whether it was his good looks, his charm, or his expert way of making people uncomfortable, he always got what he wanted.

what irritated you most was that your panties were, definitely, wet from all this.

the sound of his pants being unzipped brought you back to reality, your eyes settling on the prominent bulge in his white boxers. jesus.

"yer gonna be a good girl for me now, aren't ya?"

he murmured, his eyebrows rising as he looked at you, finishing pulling down his boxers to free his cock.

it stood proudly in front of you, making you huff softly at the sight. It wasn't the first time, and it probably wouldn't be the last, but seeing him like this always turned you on just as much as before.

you swallowed. now there was no going back.

you saw him grasp his already hard cock in his hand, gently tugging and letting a soft sound escape his lips as he continued the movements with his hand.

you unconsciously licked your lips at the sight, still frustrated with yourself for not trying harder to push him away.

"that's it, honey."

you heard him murmur softly before his hand moved up to your head again, this time gently guiding it forward so you could take his shaft into your mouth.

your hands ended up resting on his thighs again, resisting for only a few seconds as you felt his tip brush against your lips, only to part them slightly and let it slide into your mouth.

the familiar taste immediately settled on your tongue, instinctively moaning around his shaft as your eyes narrowed.

god, he missed this so bad.

he'd never admit it, but sometimes he loved to make you angry just so he could see you frown and remember how you looked when you were on your knees like this.

your cheeks cupped to take his cock into your mouth, your tongue tracing its length and eliciting a curse you barely registered before taking it deeper into your mouth.

"s'good..."

john's voice cut through the sounds of his own ragged breathing, his hips thrusting toward your face, making you gag gently, your hands quickly tightening on his thighs in warning.

not like he was going to pay much attention, but it was worth a shot.

you hated him. but it felt so damn good.

and it wasn't like your body was keen to cooperate — not when you knew john would end up making you feel good anyways.

you were gonna have a good time with him... again.

a low moan escaped brian's mouth, almost as if he didn't want you to notice the small sounds of pleasure your touch elicited from him.

his hips were gently pushing up, thighs tense as your hand kept going up and down his cock with a set rhythm.

who'd have thought that the usually loud and confident brian would turn like this just for some chick?

if anyone saw it they wouldn't believe it.

and yet, there he was, gently moaning as you kept a firm grip on his cock. you could feel his desperation, the desire he had to just send everything to hell and take charge, but he knew better than to disobey you.

brian's breathing was ragged as he clung to what little composure he had left, his head thrown back as he continued to stand upright on the bed with his elbows.

his face was the perfect mix between pleasure and silent despair.

eyes closed, lips pressed into a line at trying to stay quiet, eyebrows slightly furrowed. god, you wanted to just...

"brian?"

his name poured from your lips like disgustingly sweet honey. you could feel the smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you watched him struggle to half open his eyes, staring at you with cheeks all red.

jesus. what a beautiful view.

"y-yeah?" his voice cracked as he replied, still trying to be good for you even if you were making his mind mush.

you took a moment to look at him, appreciating the way his parted lips were slightly bruised from so much biting, the way the blush tinged his face, the way his jaw tensed as he tried to maintain control.

god, he was so cute.

"you're such a good boy."

a whimper escaped brian at your compliment, immediately biting his lip in an attempt to shut up.

it was impossible for you to flatter him like that and not drive him crazy — brian lived by your flattery. even if it was while you were punishing him, he adored it.

his hips lifted off the mattress as they pushed towards your fist messily, upping the intensity of his pace as he felt your firm grip on his cock driving him crazy.

oh, god. he usually hated being punished, but if you did it this way...

if you were going to mistreat his manhood like that, with a fist around it and moving your hand that way, making circles at the tip and squeezing just right and necessary, god, brian could take any punishment you gave him.

the wet sounds of his skin gently sliding against your hand with every movement was starting to fill the room little by little, as you lightly bit your lower lip.

you'd have never thought that you'd have brian damn jones made a bunch of moans just by giving him a good handjob.

well, you never thought he'd be so submissive either.

"you'll behave after this, babe?"

you asked in a murmur with a false tone of softness, noticing how he threw his head slightly back again, almost out of habit.

his lips barely parted, hissing what sounded like a small curse mixed with a whimper.

you hummed softly at that. your hand was sliding up and down easily on it, already lubricated with the preseminal fluid that eagerly escaped from his tip every time he approached.

ever since you found out how much he liked being played with, you haven't stopped making fun of him.

he'd be on the verge of orgasm, moaning, whining, thighs shaking, begging to cum, and you'd just keep playing with him.

it wasn't your fault he looked so cute and desperate begging you to cum.

"jesus, i-" brian hissed, choking on his own words. his throat was dry, and you were almost sure his lips were too.

he was more focused on the heat building up in his stomach like a whirlpool, feeling the pressure of his orgasm building.

he was already too sensitive to take it anymore. god, why did you have to be so good with your hand?

"I-I..." he mumbled, trying to look at you through his eyelashes full of small tears of exasperation.

he didn't even know when they'd appeared but god, he wasn't sane enough to comment on them either. the pressure in his lower abdomen kept increasing, his thighs were tightening almost painfully, and you kept moving your hand up and down at an almost torturous pace.

brian wasn't going to last long at all.

"what?" you teased gently, your eyes going down to his trembling thighs. "yer close?"

brian nodded his head quickly, almost in despair as he silently begged for you to let him have what he wanted.

your gaze went up to his face again, all desperate and looking at you almost pleadingly.

"you're gonna have to use your words."

...and Brian's hopes of cumming were dashed in an instant. how was he supposed to beg for it if his brain was mush?

you were mean. so, so mean to him.

“'m trying to read here, y'know."

brian's words reached deaf ears, barely managing to make sense in your mind while your head still rested on your arms.

anyone who saw you two would think that you just fell asleep while he was reading something to you like you used to do sometimes. god, it wasn't your fault his voice was so soothing and soft. the whole band already knew you two were a couple and how insufferable you both were at times.

though, to be honest, that wasn't even the situation.

two of his fingers were gently sliding up and down between your wet lips, feeling your slick making the movements even easier while his palm gently pressed against your clitoris. the way his palm was brushing against your mound was soaking you more than it should have.

it was at times like this when you were grateful that his fingers were so long and experienced thanks to all the instruments he played. his index and middle kept moving slowly, imitating a scissor movement to open your lips while both fingers moved down at the same time, making their way.

you could feel his fingertips collecting your slick easily, making you whimper under your breath as you tried to keep quiet still. it wasn't even the first time he did this, but you always got just as flustered.

literally anyone could come in at any time and catch you two like this. brian wasn't exactly sneaky; you couldn't even see him, but you were pretty sure he hadn't turned the page of that shitty magazine he was reading for over ten minutes.

a curse escaped from your lips in the form of a sigh, with your hips starting to move gently forward with smooth, almost imperceptible movements that made your swollen clitoris brush with his palm every time.

each sensation increased more and more the hot feeling that ate at your bones, trying to keep quiet even while heavy breaths escaped from your lips.

you needed him. jesus, you needed Brian so badly.

a soft moan of his name left your lips, only muffled by your own arms still leaning on the table with your head hidden between them.

"please..." you whimpered softly, your pelvis moving more desperately.

"please what?” brian replied, letting out a soft snort of fake annoyance, even if you could perfectly feel the muscles in his hand tensing slightly at the sound of your voice.

he loved making fun of you, but god, he didn't last long if you made fun of him.

"just..." you murmured, almost dazed. "put them in. please- brian, please."

"put 'what' in?"

now he was just playing dumb.

he replied without flinching, his other hand still holding the magazine page between his fingers, still 'reading’ as if the letters hadn't all become meaningless since a while ago. all his attention was on you, your all wet cunt and how he could make you lose your composure faster.

it was easy to feel your hotness. the way you soaked up for him, how you were all worked up with the slightest touch, how your thighs were tense and full of despair because he didn't touch you properly, and especially how your clit was slightly swollen against him, burning with impatience.

you moaned under your breath in protest, knowing full well that he already knew what you meant.

brian just hummed nonchalantly in response, waiting for you to respond. your answer never came. when he turned to look at you you were still the same as before, head down and hidden in your arms, thighs still together and tense trapping his hand between them.

even if he didn't see your face, your urgency was clear — you wanted him. none of you cared if the boys were still in the flat, or if any of them could stop by the dining room at any time. mick's laughter sounded somewhere from down the hall, with keith's voice towering over it.

honestly, you were too horny to care about them. you wanted Brian now.

and thank God he always ended up giving you what you wanted.

"you should learn t' behave, y'know..."

he sighed, finally abandoning his pretentiously nonchalant facade when an almost mocking smirk appeared on his face, growing little by little.

his fingers fiddled with your entrance, gently pressing but not putting them in yet, deciding he wanted to make you whine a little more to get it. and the heat was so uncomfortably nestled in your abdomen that you couldn't pretend it wasn't affecting you when clearly your pelvis pushed animatedly towards his hand.

brian almost laughed at that. instead, he just gently clicked his tongue while still going back to pretending he was reading the magazine, casually turning the page while his mind was still working with the idea of what he would do to you next. you were so, so desperate that he didn't even feel sorry for you anymore.

he could notice with expert ease the way your thighs tensed gently with each of his touches, deciding finally to gently push a finger inside you to ease the movements of your hips, making you let out a gentle gasp.

you never quite got used to them. the gentle burning of his long finger stretching your walls made you whimper without shame, which brian definitely took as a sign to move on.

oh, there was no way he was letting you go now.

his gaze went to your legs almost immediately, not wanting to miss the view as you kept trying to get even closer to his hand to try to ease the restlessness burning in your cunt. brian purposefully pressed his palm against your mound and swollen clit, just enough to make your hips stutter.

a soft ‘that's it’ came from his lips as he pushed even further inside you, starting to move his fingers excitedly as he groped your walls eagerly.

wet. tight. so perfect for him.

you could feel him sliding his finger in and out of you gently, the heat building up even more quickly in your low stomach. you'd been waiting for so long that now that you had it you couldn't take it anymore.

god, you were desperate for Brian. he wasn't going to waste that.

"look at you" he muttered under his breath, his gaze attentive on how his own hand was getting lost between your thighs. "all wet for me, eh?"

his finger gently pulled away from your wetness, the little wet sound of when he pulled it out of you making him almost whimper before inserting another and start moving both more confidently, making sure to open you up all for him even if he couldn't see it.

the sounds of your slick gently splashing thanks to the thrusts of his fingers were ringing around the room softly, making you suppress another sound against your own arms. it felt like he was touching everything inside you, exploring you like it was the damn first time even if he already knew everything inside of you.

that was the best thing; he knew perfectly where to touch and what to do to make you a wet mess exclusively for his entertainment. a cute and pretty mess desperate for him.

the heat was spread all over your body, your almost trembling thighs squeezing his hand between them as if trying to prevent him from pulling away and stop attending to you. the muscles of your arms were slightly tense without you even noticing, moving your head gently while your lips were still open in a soft gasp.

dammit, the view was so freaking pretty that Brian swore he could just bend you over the table and fuck you right there. all needed for him, Jesus.

thank God the tablecloth covered everything, 'cause if any of the guys saw you like that, you'd die of embarrassment while brian would probably keep penetrating you like the little freak he was. his fingers were frantically moving inside you now, looking to snatch more of those little sounds from you.

you called his name in a soft sigh, finally slightly opening your eyes to look at him with agitation, catching his slight smirk instantly. you could see the burning desire in his eyes, and yet his cheeks were flushed with the uneasiness of someone walking in and seeing you two like that.

the thought only made him get harder, he couldn't lie. of course he was enjoying this.

"what is it, darlin'? you want another finger?"

he teased, pausing his movements for a moment only to see you whining about the lack of stimulation. a soft broken moan escaped from you, eyebrows gently furrowing upwards as you looked at him in exasperation.

brian snorted softly in a soft laugh, before resuming his actions more fluently, faster, making you lose your sanity even more.

"right. all for my girl."

fanboy!brian jones who swore he'd never listen to The Beatles 'til he found out they had a female member.

fanboy!brian jones who pretended not to be interested in you but always ended up thinking about you anyway.

fanboy!brian jones who swore would listen to the Beatles once just to try it out and was amazed to hear your voice.

fanboy!brian jones who was delighted with the way you played guitar from the first chord he heard.

fanboy!brian jones who began to focus unconsciously on the radio stations which you occasional made interviews with played at breakfast.

fanboy!brian jones who wouldn't notice when you became his ideal type.

fanboy!brian jones who started developing a crush on you the more he listened to the songs.

fanboy!brian jones who would get off while listening to your voice on the radio to help with his imagination.

fanboy!brian jones who definitely imagines it's your hand instead of his own when he jerks off at night.

fanboy!brian jones who moans your name against the pillow.

fanboy!brian jones who has the strongest orgasms when imagining fucking you against the recording studio desk.

fanboy!brian jones who definitely started fancy you in secret.

fanboy!brian jones who definitely goew to magazine shops to see if you are in any of them.

fanboy!brian jones who'd secretly buy the magazines and your pages would get all sticky thanks to him.

fanboy!brian jones who started letting beatles songs play when they came on the radio just 'cause of you.

fanboy!brian jones who'd feign indifference when one of the Rolling Stones' members casually mentioned you in conversation.

fanboy!brian jones who definitely doesn't know how to hide things.

fanboy!brian jones who tried to act nonchalant when beatlemania exploded and you were suddenly everywhere.

fanboy!brian jones who was the happiest when beatlemania started and you began appearing modeling different clothes.

fanboy!brian jones who would start buying the magazines only when where you were the main model.

fanboy!brian jones who'd watch the reruns of the shows you were on at night.

fanboy!brian jones who'd definitely jerk off while watching you on the telly.

fanboy!brian jones who, when the press started comparing the bands, wanted to disappear 'cause that meant you would find out about their his existence.

fanboy!brian jones who started paying closer attention to the newspapers Charlie read in the mornings to see if there was anything from you mentioning the band.

fanboy!brian jones who was both relieved and irritated that there was nothing.

fanboy!brian jones who definitely started to be more careful once the rivalry began 'cause he didn't want the others to notice his crush.

fanboy!brian jones who mentioned you too casually in conversations and caused everyone to notice immediately.

fanboy!brian jones who tried to act confident despite being embarrassed when everyone started looking at him like 'I know your secret'.

fanboy!brian jones who tried to hide everything and failed without realizing it.

fanboy!brian jones who panicked when Mick casually mentioned the obvious crush he got on you. he thought he was subtle.

fanboy!brian jones who couldn't escape Keith's teasing when he found out.

fanboy!brian jones who finally admitted his crush on you and the members never let him rest happy again.

fanboy!brian jones who'd start mentioning you more casually around the members and it'd sometimes be too much for them to not get irritated.

fanboy!brian jones who'd try to act normal every time journalists mentioned you at a press conference.

fanboy!brian jones who would tune the radio to a specific station just to hear you r band sing.

fanboy!brian jones who'd suddenly have intrusive thoughts of fucking you on any surface he found suitable.

fanboy!brian jones who finally relaxed and accepted that no one would judge him for having a crush on the most desired woman in the country.

fanboy!brian jones who relaxed too much and mentioned you casually in a magazine while talking about his ideal type.

fanboy!brian jones who called you ‘pretty’ in front of the interviewer.

fanboy!brian jones who casually mentioned that he liked your voice in that same interview.

fanboy!brian jones who wanted to disappear when his phrase was printed in all the newspapers in England.

fanboy!brian jones who panicked when he remembered that you could read that at any moment.

fanboy!brian jones who imagined your reaction over and over again to his words while trying to convince himself that maybe you wouldn't even care.

fanboy!brian jones who debated with himself whether it was good or bad that you possibly didn't care about his words.

fanboy!brian jones who calmed down when he saw that you didn't say anything, 'til you mentioned in a press conference weeks later that he was ‘very talented’.

fanboy!brian jones who almost exploded when reading that.

fanboy!brian jones who boasted about that phrase to the others for the rest of the night.

fanboy!brian jones who was genuinely bewildered and delighted by your flattery.

fanboy!brian jones who swore to himself that he'd act normal if he eventually met you.

fanboy!brian jones who developed an even stronger crush on you 'cause of that press conference.

fanboy!brian jones who definitely began to feed his fantasies about you more and more each time he reread what you said about him.

fanboy!brian jones who whimpered when he imagined you flattering him and calling him a good boy.

fanboy!brian jones who also whimpered when imagining you crying for him.

fanboy!brian jones who realized too late that he was too big a fan of you.

fanboy!brian jones who, when he found out that you'd be performing on the same show, was the happiest.

fanboy!brian jones who rehearsed extra hard hoping to impress you the day of the show.

fanboy!brian jones who was trying not to get more nervous as the date of the show drew closer.

fanboy!brian jones who kept being bothered by Keith who kept joking about how he'd cum in his pants soon as he saw you.

fanboy!brian jones who thus found out that Keith had heard him moan for you more than once.

fanboy!brian jones who made Keith promise not to say anything.

fanboy!brian jones who finally met you backstage before the concert and almost fainted.

fanboy!brian jones who decided to approach but didn't know how and needed moral support from the band to do so.

fanboy!brian jones who finally approached and didn't even know how he managed it.

fanboy!brian jones who'd later thank Mick for the advice.

fanboy!brian jones who ended up talking to you at length and only became more fascinated at the end of the conversation.

fanboy!brian jones who couldn't stop eye-fucking you.

fanboy!brian jones who gave you a lotta compliments that were anything but confident and cool.

fanboy!brian jones who thought he looked foolish in front of you 'til you laughed at a joke and he immediately gained confidence.

fanboy!brian jones who definitely flirted with you after that.

fanboy!brian jones with whom you ended up flirting mutually and almost saw him floating like in a cartoon.

fanboy!brian jones who was genuinely interested in the convo and didn't notice when he was being called to get ready for the concert.

fanboy!brian jones who said goodbye to you reluctantly and wanted to kill Bill when he looked at him suggestively.

fanboy!brian jones who wouldn't stop thinking about you for the rest of the show and would discreetly look for you backstage.

fanboy!brian jones who, when the concert ended and both bands were free, invited you to a party.

fanboy!brian jones who you ended up going to that party with and had the best night of your life.

fanboy!brian jones who would later become your boyfriend.

———

• and when he was a teenager, he DEFINITELY went through a phase where he thought he was Marty McLaren from BTTF

• ^ he probably wore a red jacket all the time (I read that somewhere else but I can't remember where, credit to that person!!)

• he also loves silly comedy movies like Bill & Ted, or anything with Adam Sandler

• BI ALERT, but he's totally convinced it was a phase he's over with. it wasn't.

• doesn't like superheroes. yeah, he thinks they're really cool nd all, but he wasn't a superhero-kid growing up. he preferred dinosaurs.

• though it might seem otherwise, he usually wakes up pretty early. not excessively, he doesn't want to relive his school days, but he's responsible by nature

• despite that, it's impossible for him to go to bed before midnight.

• Audrey Hepburn biggest fanboy

• you didn't hear it from me, but he secretly loves pop songs

• ^ he sings them occasionally when they come on the radio while he's shaving (yeah he has a radio in his bathroom. so what?).

• he doesn't actually shave very often. he once tried to grow a beard and it took like two months to grow two hairs, so he quickly gave up

• his favorite songs are definitely "Junkhead" by Alice in Chains / "Hot Hot Hot" by The Cure

• his go-to Halloween costume? a vampire. have you seen those fangs? they drive the girls crazy.

• his mom had a battle with his hair every day before school

• ^ he tried to tame it as it grew, but eventually gave up and... well, there it is.

• he doesn't complain, though. he thinks it gives him personality (it does)

• he's the type of person who has a contact for EVERYTHING. someone who sells mattresses? he has one. A driver? he has one. a doctor? He has one. A drug dealer? he's literally one, so he has one.

• trauma dumping final boss

• you'll be talking casually, and he'll tell you about his traumas like they're just some childhood anecdote, laughing and brushing it off without even looking at your face

• ^ It's actually his way of dealing with things.

• he's NEVER hungry, but he ALWAYS eats like there's no tomorrow, and nobody understands how he doesn't gain weight

• If you go to a supermarket, you can bet he'll head straight to the air freshener aisle to smell candles. his favorite is lavender btw

• has a small collection of toy cars that he kept from when he was a kid; he wouldn't give them up for ANYTHING in the world

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Boyfriend Headcanons (+18)

• he ALWAYS has to have a hand on you. whether it's by putting his arm around your waist, holding your hand, or draping it over your shoulders

• showing you off to everyone. "Have you seen how beautiful my girlfriend is?" "God, I'm so lucky to have her" and calling you all sorts of cheeky nicknames in public

• ^ he does that just to tease you

• It's not often, but when he can, he spends some of his money to buy you silly, cute gifts

• some secondhand earrings, a heart-shaped pillow, a book you wanted to read

• most of your dates are in a car he "borrowed" or eating fast food. the cashier already knows your orders by heart.

• If you're a smoker, rest assured you'll be sharing or he'll always be offering you a cigarette

• If you're not, he'll probably try not to smoke near you, or at least not blow smoke in your face

• ^ (he's a little bad at that)

• ALWAYS looking at you like you're the brightest star in the sky. to him, you are.

• that doesn't change the fact that he looks at other women (he's not perfect). but you both know it's only you he looks at like a puppy excited for a prize.

• you also look at other boys sometimes... he always pretends not to care, but a joke always slips out.

• he prefers to take it with humor.

• except if he was already upset, in which case he'll definitely complain a bit before finally calming down and apologizing

• totally hot when angry.

• .... you two always work things out in bed. Pilot's jealous? bed. Pilot's stressed? bed. Pilot's angry? bed.

• it's okay, he's got stamina. maybe not as much as you'd hope, but he can give you a good two rounds before dying

• foreplay is his forte.

• jesus, just imagine those fingers.

• lots of sounds. soft moans, grunts, whimpers...

• ^ you often have to silence him with kisses

• most of the time it's messy. grunts here and there, tugging, hickeys — you always end up with smeared makeup.

• remember when I said he likes to eat? you're no exception.

• eats you like you're his last meal.

• even he doesn't know where he got that talent, and he always brags that it's all practice, but... let's be honest, he hasn't been with many girls.

• enough to know what to do, but he's nowhere near as good as Jack (or at least that's what he thinks)

• ^ he doesn't want to know either. He's fine with his ego, thanks

• a husky voice in the morning whispering that he loves waking up next to you and wishes he could stay in bed with you longer

• a morning make-out session?

• ...he won't make it to work on time. maybe he won't even make it.

• he'd rather stay with you a thousand times

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