#gwilym lee x oc

[likesomekindofcheese]

Hey! Just recently finished The Great and frankly I’m also upset about Grigor’s relationship between Georgina and Marial, of which I haven’t liked her character since the beginning of the show and can’t seem to fathom why he loves her. Anyways, I can’t seem to find the post where you explain why you don’t like it, and if you haven’t written/posted it, I’d love to see why!

*cracks knuckles*

Hi there! I don't think I made a whole official post about why I don't like it outside of jokes. So let me explain why here. To get one thing over with, it was a personal thing. Gwilym Lee was my celebrity number one husband-boyfriend crush for ages. I began watching The Great for him. And of course I wrote lots of Grigor x reader fics to channel my imagination and lust. So when he became a cheater in season 2, out of nowhere, without any warning...it was a shock. I tried to think through it, justify it, but it never did. It felt like even in my fantasies, I wasn't safe. I wasn't good enough. The minute I slipped up in a romantic relationship, I would be cheated on as punishment. I had panic attacks and couldn't sleep and cried for days. I couldn't even look at the show or images or of Grigor for without crying. It was as if...I was the one cheated on. I literally had to get therapy because it bothered me so much.

Okay, now that this is done, here is my personal take of why Grigor/Marial is bad as a pairing. Also, this is just me being biased and my personal take, so if you ship the pairing...eh, good for you, all the more power to ya. This post isn't for you.

Let's move onto the foundation. I've discussed it a lot with the Queen and legend @ladystrallan but here it is for all y'all. The Big reasons why. Starting with the most important one.

Reason #1) Marial does not actually give a shit about Grigor's well-being and happiness.

Often in fanfics, when Grigor cheats on George, it's because he is sad about George and the OC or Reader or whoever is worried about him. They want him to be happy, wanted, loved, and valued, and chosen. Marial does none of those things. It's never about "how can I help this poor little meow meow feel better?" It's about "what can he do for me" like she's the damn rat from Charlotte's Web.

Reason #2) Marial does not respect Grigor

If Marial did respect Grigor, she would listen to what he says. She would not blab to Catherine about Peter having sex with and accidentally killing her mother. In season 3, when Peter dies- Grigor is sobbing and in a grieving state for his best friend. Marial on the other hand is celebrating his death like the munchkins celebrating a house dropping on the wicked witch in The Wizard of Oz. Let's put it this way- if someone who you loved, someone you were very close to dropped dead out of nowhere, would you want to date someone who celebrated the death as good thing? No. If she did respect him, she would support him in his grief. She would keep her trap shut. Even if she personally didn't like Peter...she would still be there for Grigor's struggle of losing his friend. At the end of the day...Marial will betray her bestie to become a lady again. She is only on her own side and no one else's. She gets some Pet The Dog moments with the serfs...but not with anyone else she has interpersonal connections with at court.

Reason #3) The Affair is selfish.

Marial does none of these things. She starts the affair not because she is worried about his well-being, or happiness, or respect or selflessly genuinely loves him...she starts it because 1) he was a former fling, 2) she is rich again and she can, and 3) to spite Georgiana. Grigor kind of wants to feel happy and alive again- but it's bc George is away from him!

I understand that fiction is not reality. We can use fiction to discuss taboo things. Or even admit that we fantasize about things we know are ethically wrong. It says nothing about us. Just because we fantasize it or like it in fiction doesn't mean we like it in real life. But...

Reason #4) The Writers paint Georgiana's affair as bad and Grigor's affair as good.

We have all of season one to see how much it hurts Grigor to see his wife be Peter's mistress. And I'm not going to pretend it is entirely good. But Georgiana does get a few lines in season 1 after the poisoning that she kind of...HAS to be Peter's mistress. That their high social standing and wealth comes from their close friendship with Peter that in no ways should be tampered with. And this includes the complete lack of boundaries with Georgiana, because he is the absolute ruler emperor. Like that line in Six The Musical- If Peter says it's you, it's you. As far as I know, Peter and Georgiana is consensual other than the implied power balance and she's lucky she likes Peter and he's a good lover. In fact, back in the day, men WOULD offer their wives as missteress to the king because you could get a huge castle and lots of lands and money from it! That's what Mary Boleyn's husband thought when Henry VIII made her his mistress. You don't technically have a choice- might as well make the most out of it.

Yet the writer(s) paint Georgiana as bad and frame Marial as good, as something that Grigor needs to heal (it ain't), that she is his true love (blech) all without taking a big look in the mirror. They don't know how to handle a complex woman as Georgiana but they think framing Marial as a girlboss makes it better (yuck).

On a related note...imagine if we switched the genders? If Grigor was Georgette and Marial was Mark, we have Georgette being lonely and swept up in her exes charms. Giving everything to Mark, even when he crosses her personal boundaries. Despite this, she keeps running back to him, swearing she'll marry him even though he hates her recently dead bestie and doesn't comfort or support her mourning.

If that was the case, there would be riots! People would be all "omg you deserve better! My poor baby! Dump his ass, queen!" But...no. Since we have Miss GirlBoss (tm) Marial, this toxicity is apparently okay.

Reason #5) Grigor's love and loyalty to his wife was part of what made his character so endearing in the first place.

It's like if Peter said "fudge" instead of "fuck," but we all fell in love with Count Dymov because he loved his wife so much. That is why there are so many Grigor fics out there. Becuase the depth of love he has not only for Peter...but for Georgiana. It's not the issue that his honor as a man is insulted to have his wife sleep around...it's because he is genuinely heartbroken and sad about it. That he loves her that much. And that he loves Peter that much too. He's crying when he tries to put a pillow over Peter's face to suffocate him. In fact, Georgiana does care about his well being despite the whole mistress stuff. When he gets scruff out of rebellion, she knocks him out and tenderly gives him a shave. They tease and flirt with each other. She sits on his lap. Who wouldn't want a relationship where you are that wanted, adored, and unconditionally loved? In fact, their only conflict was Peter. If it wasn't for Peter, they would have an idyllic, wonderful marriage. Look up The Great on TV Tropes- they are listed as "Happily Married."

So him having an affair on Georgiana, to where he is given an option to KILL GEORGIANA and abandon her for Marial felt egregiously out of character.

This is not why i signed up. I wanted him and Georgiana to heal and grow and triumph in their love, especially as the series went on and Peter focused more on his romantic relationship with Catherine to where that WAS the show.

So yeah...those are my two cents.

[floralfloyd]

One-shots and Imagines Requests

Below is a list of all the people I write for but I’m always willing to give anything a try if you don’t see your favorite person on there. As for plots, I’m open to anything and will write any kind of plot idea minus smut. 

Band of Brothers

Floyd Talbert

George Luz

Dick Winters

Joe Liebgott

Babe Heffron

Lewis Nixon

Chuck Grant

Harry Welsh

Bill Guarnere

Ronald Spiers

Donald Malarkey

Carwood Lipton

 The Pacific

Robert Leckie

Bill ‘Hoosier’ Smith – willing to do Jacob Pitts too

Eugene Sledge

Sidney Philips

Andrew ‘Ack  Ack’ Haldane

Bohemian Rhapsody Cast 

Gwilym Lee - all characters including Brian May

Queen

Brian May 

John Deacon

Pink Floyd

David Gilmour 

Rick Wright

Nick Mason

[borhap-au]

Gwil x bookstore employee.

You recognized Gwilym from one or two of your classes, you had the same major in college. He usually sat behind you, and you of course didn’t know it, but he was much more interested in what you were doing than what the professor was saying. He tried to talk to you a few times, sometimes even got the courage to do it, but he couldn’t come up with a good enough topic, so he usually asked about school projects and homework, therefore obviously the conversations ended pretty soon.

You wanted to talk to him as well, but you didn’t want to make the conversation awkward or force it to make it longer. Plus he usually only asked about college stuff, so naturally you thought he’s not interested in you, just asking for some crucial information to pass the class.

The situation slightly changed when you started to work in a bookstore nearby.

The first time Gwilym came there, he honestly didn’t know you would be there, let alone work there. He just wanted some books to read on a spring break. When he saw you in the shirt with the bookstore’s logo and understood you worked there, he thought about a plan to be able to talk to you more and get to know you closer. He didn’t come up to you yet that day, hiding behind the shelves of books, and it looked a little bit as if you were playing hide and seek. However, the next time he promised himself to be more courageous and prepared for the meeting.

He came up to you one day, with a smile on his face, and you immediately smiled back.

“Gwil, hi! Didn’t think I’ll meet you here,” you welcomed him and put the books you had in your hands aside, as he caught you while you were sorting them.

“Oh, you definitely will meet me here a lot. I love reading,” you smiled wider hearing that. What a nice change, to meet a guy who likes reading. All of your male friends were too busy playing videogames all day.

“So, did you get something? Or want me to recommend you a good read?” you raised your brow looking at him. He immediately nodded at your proposition, as he wanted to ask you himself, but didn’t know how to do it.

“Yes, please. I just finished all the series I was reading and need some new ones,” you nodded your head hearing that and looked at him.

“So, what did you read? I could recommend something based on that,” he then proceeded to name several series, some of which you also started reading. You then took a minute to look through the books. “Hmm… You really read everything that was there. But… What about “The Dark Tower” series by Stephen King? You may like it.” He looked at the back of the book to read the summary and then nodded smiling.

“Sounds like fun, I’ll take it,” you took the books he wanted to buy and brought them to the counter.

“We have a discount for extremely nice customers,” you winked to him, making it quite obvious that there was no actual discount, different from the one for employees, which you were planning to give him. You told him the price of the books and he gave you the money, but he didn’t leave immediately after, as you were sure he would.

“When are you finishing?” he asked and you tried to hide both the surprise and the smile. You looked at him.

“In about forty minutes. I just need to finish putting those books in order and then close the bookstore. Why, do you want to talk about books some more?” you smiled at him. Gosh, he was so handsome.

“About books, but not only. I’d like to take you out for coffee or tea, if you wanted to come with me…” you chuckled quietly and that reaction caught him by surprise. “…or not?”

“No, no, I would like to come with you. It’s just that it rhymed, it sounded like a poem,” he smiled as well. “So, do you want to stay with me, or will you come back after I close the shop?”

“I can stay. I can even help you if you want,” you were a little hesitant about it, but finally you agreed.

“But you know, you really don’t have to,” you assured him while he carried a pile of books so you didn’t have to walk for them every single time.

“I know, but I want to,” he smiled and you decided not to dispute the matter with him anymore. Actually, you could really use the help, so it was like heaven listened to your earlier cursing about the weight of the piles of books and big boxes and decided to give you a break.

“Actually, this book should be good for you too,” you said while unpacking another box. “It’s a new one, I started reading it in class, it was quite interesting for me. I’m planning to finish it on the weekend.” Gwilym smiled to hide his embarrassment. Actually, while he was looking for a reason to talk to you, he saw you carrying that book and decided to buy it and read it as well, just so the next time he sees you, he can say ‘oh, you’re reading that?! What a great choice, I just finished it last week!’ and hopefully the problem with the topic of the conversation would work itself out after that.

“Oh, I’m also reading that book, I got it from my friend. Once we finish, we can discuss the plot and everything. I mean, if you want to. I just like to share my opinions with others, create new theories or backgrounds for the characters,” he smiled a bit, because he knew it made him sound like a total dork and a geek.

“Actually, I’d love that,” you smiled. “I already have a few theories and I will like to share them once we finish the book,” oh, he was relieved.

Gwilym found it both ironic and annoying how trying to get to know a girl you like when you’re shy resembled being a total creep and stalking someone. He did not go as far as to check your Facebook profile back to the day you’ve created it, he didn’t even try to check if you have an Instagram account. However, whenever he had a chance he admired your beauty from a distance, like a teenager with a crush, and tried to pick some small details he could hang on the next time he’s trying to start a conversation. He hated his shyness, but you actually found it quite cute. Despite the fact you cursed your own shyness whenever you wanted to talk to him more, but couldn’t, because you were overthinking every single word and once you decided to speak, the moment passed, and it was too late.

Soon, when Gwilym figured out the pattern you had for sorting books, he didn’t just carry them for you, but he also started helping out with putting them in place as well. It was especially useful when you had to go to help the clients and he was left alone with the boxes. You honestly thought you will have to stay overtime to do it, but with his help, you finished right on time.

“Give me a second, I will just change and take my things and we can go. Promise it won’t be long,” you smiled apologetically, but he didn’t have a problem with that.

“I’ll just wait here, reading,” you chuckled quietly.

“Well, I promise I won’t be so long that you’ll finish the whole bookstore.” After that you went to change and it took you just a couple of minutes to be ready, but of course you made sure your make-up and hair were on point. You were also thanking yourself for choosing one of your favorite shirts for today, the one that nicely highlighted your assets – your cleavage and collarbones.

When you came back to Gwil, he smiled involuntary on the sight he had before his eyes.

“You look great,” he smiled as he opened the door for you. You blushed immediately.

“Thanks,” you muttered quietly. Once you closed the bookstore, you headed in the direction he decided on. You felt awkward with yourself, being inexperienced in the whole dating world, but with Gwilym you somehow felt more relaxed, because of his friendly personality and his everlasting smile. When you went to the cafe, he insisted on paying for you, and you finally gave up, promising the next time you’ll pay. You both took hot chocolate, as you decided it was the best drink for talking about books.

“Do you come here often?” you asked, looking around, while you sat at your table. You both immediately chose the one in the corner, away from people, without consulting one another beforehand about the options.

“Yeah, actually, I come here on the breaks sometimes. I like the atmosphere here,” he explained, while making himself comfortable in the big armchair.

“I can see why. It’s a perfect place for a cozy afternoon with a book. I don’t know why I haven’t been here yet. It’s quite close to my workplace after all…”

Somehow the conversation didn’t feel awkward between you two. You proceeded to discuss various books, characters, theories and fandoms and it was as if you met here every Friday for a few months. And it soon became that. He often came to pick you up from work, you always told him when you found some nice new book to read. You also watched the same TV series, so the conversation topics soon expanded, and it felt more natural and easy with every single time.

One time, after a few weeks of your meetings, Gwilym surprised you at work, without earlier giving you any hints that he may be coming. He didn’t let you know simply because he didn’t know himself if he will get the courage to come that evening. You were surprised, but in a nice way, and you welcomed him with a hug.

“I’m finishing in a few minutes, so we can go somewhere. Maybe to the cinema, for the new superhero movie and then for a dinner, how about it?” you had to say it all at once because you knew that if you hesitated, you wouldn’t say it. It was the very first time you were to meet outside college, your workplace or that cafe. You were too shy and insecure to assume he liked you the same way you liked him, but you prayed for it. That’s why you decided to invite him on a proper date, rather than just for a two-people book club meeting.

He nodded, but was sort of in a different place mentally, so you naturally took it as a “no” in a sense that he did not like you back. However, he then gave you a notebook. It was a black notebook with no design on it, so you looked at him a bit surprised. Then you decided to just open it. While it opened on the first page, you saw a question written on it, in Gwilym’s neat handwriting.

“Will you be Mary Jane to my Spiderman?” was the sentence on the page, with some doodles of spider webs and the Spiderman himself, with his heart pumping out of his chest. You looked at it with disbelief and then at him. After a few seconds you nodded and hugged him tightly.

“Yes! Yes, of course I will,” you smiled widely and he hugged you back, quietly sighing with relief. He kissed your cheek.

“I’m sorry for being so cheesy. I was just too scared to say it out loud,” he muttered embarrassed, actually blushing, which makes him look even cuter.

“I find it very sweet. It’s going to be our notebook, for our memories. And book reviews!” you joked and he smiled hugging you and taking you off the ground, spinning you around, as you squeaked quietly, scared to kick some books off the shelves in the process.

He leaned down to put you back on the ground and you looked at each other. You both intuitively moved a little closer to each other and you ended up kissing. What a beautiful view that was, like right from one of the books you read. Outside there was raining, that’s why Gwilym came in a little wet, and now you were kissing right next to the glass door of the bookstore. It made you look as if you were on a cover of a book. And it truly was a beautiful love story.

[warren-lauren]

Gwilym Lee x May!reader part 2

@simonedk​

(GIF NOT MINE - CREDIT TO OWNER)

Part 1

Gwilym glanced your way for a split second before he looked back in front of him, not wanting to risk either life as he drove the two of you to your destination. He could see you fiddling out the corner of his eye. Nerves, he thought as you continued to fiddle.

"Why are you nervous, baby girl?" He asked, glancing towards you again.

You looked up to him blushing, "I'm not,"

Gwilym let out a short chuckle, "Yes you are," He smiled. "You're fiddling with your ring." Gwilym nodded before turning back to the road.

You look down to your hands in your lap and let go of your engagement ring. "Shut up," You giggled, looking back out the passenger window.

Gwilym chuckled. Ever since he proposed and popped that ring on your finger seven months ago, he'd noticed it had become a habit of yours to spin it around your finger. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You shook your head as you let out a small sigh, "I'm worried about telling, Dad."

Gwilym rolled his eyes, "Why would you be worried? Your dad is going to be thrilled, trust me."

You nodded, "I do," You sighed shaking your head, "And, I know Dad and Anita are going to be happy, just... this has been our, little secret for the last nine weeks... I kinda, don't want to share it with everyone."

Gwilym nodded, "I know, baby girl, but we have to share the news. People will start to work it out when there's suddenly a tiny person following us around." He chuckled making you giggle. He reached over and placed his hand over yours. "I love you, Y/N."

"Love you too..."

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"Hello, love," Brian wrapped you up in his long arms after kissing your cheek. You squeezed him back, snuggling into him as you breathed in his scent. "What's wrong?" He whispered as you hugged.

You shook your head, "Nothing's wrong, Dad," You smiled as you pulled back from him.

Brian nodded, "If you're sure," He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and began to guide you into the house. "Coffee?" He asked as you entered the kitchen and he walked over to the kettle.

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked over to Gwilym who was sat at the table with Anita, already sipping on his own coffee. He shook his head subtly, God, you wanted coffee, "Hmm, no, thanks, Dad..."

Brian turned around with the coffee jar in his hand surprised. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" He frowned, "You always drink, coffee. What's wrong?"

"Brian," Anita tutted playfully, "Let her speak before you start fretting."

You smiled at her, "Thank you, Anita, at least one of you doesn't worry over nothing."

Gwilym scoffed, "Hmm, pretty sure I told you not to worry in the car."

You glared at him as you walked over to where he was sat and grabbed one of the little gift bags. "Shut up, smart-arse,"

"Worry? Why were you worrying, Little-May?" Brian sighed as he moved a little closer to you.

You smiled as you placed the gift bag in Brian's hands, "Just, open this, please." You begged.

Gwilym smiled as he gave the other one to Anita, "You too, Anita."

The two of them gave you a puzzled look before they opened their gift bags. You began fiddling with your engagement ring again as you waited with baited breath.

Brian pulled out the small picture frame and studied it for a brief moment. A giant grin broke out on his face as he stared blurry eyes down at the black and white photograph. "Hi, Grandpa." He let out a soft chuckle as he ran his fingers over the inscription on the frame.

"Oh my gosh!" Anita cried as she threw her arms around Gwilym's neck.

"Dad?" You slowly reached out towards him, taking a hold of his hand. "Is everything okay?"

Brian nodded, "Oh, yes..." He let out a soft chuckle as he looked up from the ultrasound photo, tears in his eyes. "Every thing is okay Little-May. Perfect." Brian grinned, pulling you into a tight hug. "Oh, sweet girl,"

You squeezed your arms around his waist as tears rolled down your face. "So, you're happy?"

"Very," Brian grinned. He pulled back from you cupping your face. "Are you?"

You nodded, "Yes, I am."

"Good, and you Gwilym?" Brian looked over to his future son-in-law.

"YAY!" All the party guests, family and friends, cheered as your little girl 'blew' out her candles with the help of her daddy.

Gwilym smiled happily, his own eyes filled with tears. "Yes, Brian very happy." Gwilym smiled at you proudly.

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"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"

"Down... Dada, down." Kordelia waved her hands in the air until Gwilym put her down. The moment he let go, on very wobbly but excited legs she ran over to her favourite grey haired man. "Papa! I boo, andle out!"

Brian beamed as he bent down and scooped Kordelia up. "You certainly did, Tiny-May!" Brian kissed her cheek making her giggle.

"He's definitely her favourite." Gwilym grinned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

You let out a small chuckle, turning to look up at your gorgeous husband. "Don't worry honey, I'm sure the next one will choose you." You smiled up at him.

Gwilym's eyes widened in shock as he looked back at you. "Are you?" He placed his hand subtly over your lower belly.

You shook your head with a soft smile, "Not yet, but I have been thinking about, maybe..." You shrugged looking back over to your dad as he tickled Kordelia. "It's time to start-"

"Trying for another." Gwilym grinned, "I think, that's a really, great idea." Gwilym pressed a loving kiss to your forehead.

You beamed looking up to him, "I love you, Mr. Lee."

"I love you too, Mrs. Lee."

[walking-true-to-style]

Home || G.L.

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x Reader

Words: 1672 

Warnings: Swearing

Gender: Unspecified

Synopsis: After a two and a half week trip to the USA, you were just glad to get home to your boyfriend who was unable to pick you up from the airport for a plethora of reasons. Of course, he made up for it. 

“Fucking FINALLY.” You think to yourself, pausing your music, as the plane lurches under you as the pilot attempts to slow it down as you land. 

Flying to the States was never something you minded, but damn, if this jet lag wasn’t going to kill you! 

You look outside and notice the sky is a pink color, and the sun is setting over the horizon as the plane pulls into the airport. You really did miss London evenings, but you missed someone special even more. At this point you are just excited to get home to your boyfriend, Gwil, and have a peaceful night with him. 

Usually he’d be the one to pick you up from the airport. However, he’s been awfully busy around London while you have been away, and it’s entirely possible he’s going to be passed out by the time you’re home tonight. It won’t even be that late necessarily, but he’s really running himself ragged lately. 

*Bing*

The seat belt sign is turned off and you unclick yourself, stretching your legs and letting out a grunt as the stiffness settles itself out. You pull your phone back out to unpause your music and send a quick text to your boyfriend:

“Fucking FINALLY.” You think to yourself, pausing your music, as the plane lurches under you as the pilot attempts to slow it down as you land. 

Flying to the States was never something you minded, but damn, if this jet lag wasn’t going to kill you! 

You look outside and notice the sky is a pink color, and the sun is setting over the horizon as the plane pulls into the airport. You really did miss London evenings, but you missed someone special even more. At this point you are just excited to get home to your boyfriend, Gwil, and have a peaceful night with him. 

Usually he’d be the one to pick you up from the airport. However, he’s been awfully busy around London while you have been away, and it’s entirely possible he’s going to be passed out by the time you’re home tonight. It won’t even be that late necessarily, but he’s really running himself ragged lately. 

*Bing*

The seatbelt sign is turned off and you unclick yourself, stretching your legs and letting out a grunt as the stiffness settles itself out. You pull your phone back out to unpause your music and send a quick text to your boyfriend:

For some reason, you are seated at the back of the plane, and it takes at least a million years to even get out of your seat as many people in front of you grab their luggage and file out. 

You decide to pull up your snapchat and post a story saying you are back in London- just to let everyone know you’ve made it home safely. Opening the window, you position the camera and snap a photo of the airport gate. 

After about a good 15 minutes, you finally are able to take your suit case from the overhead bin and exit the plane. As you walk, you take longer, higher strides in an attempt to stretch your legs and exit through the gate. You head through customs and down to baggage claim, which are a pain as always. You don’t do this without nearly tripping over your own two feet as you head to the escalators, of course. 

Looking around for the carousel for your flight, you notice that the airport is quite full, and you need to squeeze in to get your suitcase from the conveyer belt. As it rolls by, you lift it off the belt with a sharp exhale and bring it to the ground. You are still trying to pop your ears as you hale a cab to take you home.

“Where you off to then?” the driver asks as he helps you set your luggage into the trunk. You state your address and he nods. 

There is an idle silence as the two of you travel back to your home what with him driving and you texting a friend of yours from the states. Occasionally, you and your driver would engage in some small talk- likely just a pleasant exchange to fill the air, but, honestly, you kinda wished he would just leave you be. You are exhausted after a 10 hour ride and it was the longest 10 hours your butt was touching someone else’s next to you. 

Finally, he pulls up to your home. By this point, the sun had completely set and a few stars were poking out from the incoming marine layer. 

“Ah, London fog.” says the driver. You just nod and yawn. You pay him and get your luggage from the back. Rolling up to the porch, you fumble for your keys, dropping them in the process.

Looking into the familiar windows, you breathe out, relieved your trip is finally over and you can get some quality time with Gwil. There is a faint glow of light emitting from inside.

Guess Gwil is home already.

As you open the door, you are greeted by a heavenly scent. You inhale the savory aroma, and your stomach whines immediately. You aren’t sure what it is, but you want it- and you want it Now.

“Gwil? I’m home!” You yell. You set your keys on the side table and walk through the house, desperate to find your boyfriend and the source of that wonderful smell.

“In the kitchen, darling!” his sweet voice echos through the house. As you get closer to the kitchen, you can hear sounds of sizzling and a knife to a wooden cutting board. As you slink in, you see Gwil chopping something, and olive oil is simmering on the stove. It’s enough to make your mouth feel like Niagara Falls with how much it was watering.

Gwil immediately looks up and grins.

“Hello, darling! How are you?” he says, setting down the knife and enveloping  you in the tightest possible hug he could muster.

“I’m so tired, hun.” You sigh, chuckling at him as he sets you down. The two of you sit in a warm embrace with him rocking you slightly side-to-side. If he kept that up, you may actually fall asleep standing up!

As you separate slightly, Gwil places a hand on your cheek. You lean into it sleepily, and he smiles. He thought you were just so perfect, especially when you were groggy. He plants a kiss on your lips and giggles.

“You better not fall asleep! Not before you have dinner!” 

The thought of food brings you back to where you were- out of your bubble with Gwil, that is. The scent in the kitchen wafts around you like a fog as you breathe it in again. Your stomach groans louder than before. Gwil chuckles at you and holds you at a distance. He grips your shoulders lovingly and instructs you to go sit down. You roll your eyes and nod, slipping into the dining room and taking a seat at the small, wooden table you both built together. After a few moments, couldn’t have been more than five... ten minutes, Gwil emerged with plates and glasses for wine. He pours out a rich, earthy red for the both of you and turns to leave. You scoff at him and ask, “What’s all this?!” laughing in the process. He turns around with a bright grin.

“Well it’s your first day back after a two week trip-“

“2 and a HALF weeks” you interrupt sarcastically. Gwil snorts and shakes his head, grinning.

“Right. So I wanted to make something special for you as a welcome back!” 

You notice you’re smiling like an idiot, but you didn’t care because you’re his idiot.

“Oh, Gwil. You’re the sweetest!” You tell him reaching for his hand. He steps closer taking your hand in his and rubs it with his thumb. He kisses your forehead sweetly.

“Anything for you, love. Now, give me one moment, and I’ll go get the food.” you nod, letting him go and he slips back into the kitchen. When he emerges, he has a large plate of salmon cut beautifully into even strips, garnished with all sorts of spices and seasonings on top. After such an exhausting trip, you damn near cry at the sight! He sees this and is quick to set down the bread and butter.

“Oh, darling don’t cry! I promise it’ll taste fine!” he jokes in an attempt to make you laugh. Of course it works. 

“No, no! I’m just tired, and you’re so sweet and perfect!” you blubber, chuckling in the process. He lets out an entertained huff and kneels beside you, once again cupping your cheek.

“You’re perfect too, (y/n). I love you.” he tells you sweetly. 

“I love you too! I’m guessing this is why you couldn’t grab me this evening?” Gwil chuckles at your question.

“Well, part of it.”

“What’s the other part?” you cock a brow at him. He presses his lips together nervously. 

“I think it can wait. It seems you can only take so many surprises right now, my love. Let’s eat, shall we?”

You stare at him quizzically but smile and nod.

“What are you planniiiiing?”

Gwil has already began eating. Looking up to you he smiles with a mouth full of food.

“Sorry, can’t talk. Mouth full!” He answers between chews. 

The rest of the meal you two chatter about your time away, saying how much you missed the other despite all the phone calls and texts. The fish was cooked to absolute perfection and everything just tasted so good and so perfect together. As you clear the dishes, you notice Gwil looking very Very exhausted for the first time tonight. The bags under his eyes are darker than usual, and his usually glimmering eyes seem dim. Occasionally he’ll wobble a bit from side to side as he cleans.

“Love, are you alright?” you inquire. He looks at you and gives you a tired smile. 

“I’ve been preparing all day making sure the house was clean and everything. Plus a few errands needed to be run…” Your eyes widen as he speaks. 

“Love,” you cut him off. He raises his brows at your sudden interruption. “You need to take care of yourself.

“I know, I know….” he answers. “But I really wanted to-“

“Go lay down on the couch, Gwil. Let me finish up cleaning, okay? You’ve done so much for me today- this is the least I can do!” Gwil gives you a pleading look, but he knows there is no reasoning with you.

“Alright….”

“I’ll join you in a minute.” You call, after him as he slinks into the other room.

After about 10 minutes, you finish up the dishes and head into the living room to join Gwil. Your plan was to watch a movie until it was time for bed, but it seems Gwil had already been one step ahead. You chuckle and place a blanket over his sleeping form. Grabbing a book from the coffee table, you sit in the chair perpendicular to the couch and read for a bit. 

You truly could not have asked for a better evening with your beloved.

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A/n: Wow it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done anything. My bad lmao. Sorry for abandoning ship like that. Shit’s been really crazy this year but also this blog is a year old in a few days wooo Taglist: 

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Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 11

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 10: Elizabeth and Joe finally have the chance to spend some time alone. Will it be the right time for them to admit their feelings? 

Word count: 4.8K+

Warnings:  SMUT! (protected sex and graphic descriptions) towards the end of the chapter - Please read it only if you’re 18+; cuteness and FLUFF are all over the place & some language here and there as usual

A/N: Believe us, folks, you are not ready for this chapter! Sit down and enjoy the ride, a pretty wild ride if you ask us 🌶😏💗

Tuesday, 24 December 2019 

“Because you are the only one for me.” “How can you be certain? We were all fooled by the spell cast by the love filter…” “I never needed a spell to look into your eyes and see love”

“Do you think he’ll keep his mouth shut?” Joe asked, without averting his eyes from the book he was holding. He was laying on Elizabeth’s bed, his head on the pillow and the book in one hand, while the other flipped the pages.

“Who?” Elizabeth asked, briefly looking in his direction without stopping her pen on the notebook. She was practising drawing buildings in perspective and she had chosen the 9th dormitory as her first try: she knew that building like she knew the insides of her pockets.

“Ben,” Joe answered and Elizabeth stopped drawing to look at him. She was sitting crossed legs beside him, her back leaning on the bed’s headboard.

“Why wouldn’t he?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Dunno, - Joe licked the tip of his finger to flip another page – no reason, I guess… Just wondering if we should be more careful…”

Elizabeth hesitated a moment: did he meant he regretted moving in with her? Was that his way of telling her?

“Joe, - she took a deep breath – if you’re having seconds thoughts about this I understand, I-”

Joe shut his book and sat up to look at her, “What? No that’s not what I meant.” He gently threw the book at the end of the bed and turned to cross his legs as well, “I’m just worried something could jeopardise my year… or yours, for that matter… or even the play, I don’t know what I’d do if they expelled me or worse… - he took a pause – if they cancelled the play.”

Elizabeth chuckled while going back to her drawing, “You need to sort out your priorities…”

Joe laughed, “Ron Wesley? Seriously? You’re throwing Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone to my face?”

Elizabeth slowly nodded, biting her lip to keep from laughing as well and drew another windowpane to the building.

“It’s your fault, Hermione… – she giggled – Your life spins around that play a bit too much if you ask me…”

Joe opened his mouth and brought a hand to his chest, exaggerating his shock, “Excuse me?!”

Elizabeth couldn’t stop giggling and she knew her lack of concentration was messing up her drawing, “Stop making me laugh! I can’t work like this!”

She uncrossed her legs to get up and go sit at her desk, but a hand trapped her arm and made her fall on her back on the mattress. She squealed and left the grip on the notebook, that fell on the floor with a thud.

The girl giggled and realised she still had the pen in her hand. It took less than a second to Joe to understand what she was going to do and he reacted immediately, but he wasn’t fast enough. Before he could trap both her hands by her sides, Elizabeth had managed to draw a small line on his cheek.

For a fraction of a second, they stared into each other’s eyes.

Joe raised an eyebrow, “Really? How old are you? Five?”

Elizabeth giggled shrugging her shoulders, “It was self-defence”

“Oh really? – Joe grabbed both her wrists with a hand – And how do you defend from… the tickle monster?”

“What! – Elizabeth widened her eyes and tried to wriggle herself free from his grip - Let me go, Joe”

She got out of it before it was too late and she swiftly turned around to trap him against the headboard, the pen in her hand and a wily smirk on her face.

“Don’t mess with me” she theatrically threatened him.

Joe couldn’t stop smiling and giggling like a dork, he was well aware of that. But he didn’t care. Because in that moment, in that room, there were only the two of them. And it felt like a jump in the past when they were in middle school and they were always at each other’s houses.

He didn’t want to interrupt that moment of silliness but he couldn’t resist. He began chuckling to himself, “You know? This will sound weird but… this reminds me of when we were thirteen – he looked at Elizabeth and she had sat back in front of him, deposing her fearful weapon - I’d sleepover at your house and you at mine and we’d play Nintendo till past bedtime… I still remember your mom yelling at us to turn off the light and us laughing and turning it off just to turn it back on once we’d hear her climb under the covers.”

Elizabeth giggled, “Yeah, I remember that too… And my mom does too, for that matter…- Joe chuckled as well – She still asks me about you sometimes.”

Joe was surprised, “Really? Martha asks about me?”

Elizabeth lightly slapped his arm, “Of course she does… she wants you to stop keeping me up playing Nintendo games all night”

Joe chuckled, “So I’m the bad influence on you?”

Elizabeth forcefully nodded, “Sure, she says I should really stop seeing you… - Joe acted shocked and she couldn’t keep a straight face – But don’t worry. I’ll never get rid of you, babe”

And in saying so she theatrically and gently caressed his cheek.

It would have been completely normal for them to act that way, but in that moment, as she caressed his cheek, even if she was play-pretending, she suddenly felt embarrassed and the warmth spreading on her cheeks betrayed her. She blushed evidently, partly because of what she realised she’d sad and partly because of how close they were in that very instant.

From Joe’s point of view, the situation had become awkward as soon as Elizabeth had trapped him against the headboard and he couldn’t help but think about what else could have happened there besides threatening each other with a pen.

When her soft hand had caressed his face and redness had spread on her cheeks, he’d understood she had probably perceived the awkwardness as well.

He cleared his voice, “Well we should tell Martha, that her daughter’s not very good either… she draws on people”, he decided to say instead, trying breaking the tension.

Elizabeth lightly chuckled and without thinking about it twice, she licked her thumb and rubbed the black line she’d drawn on him. It was a reflex, something that had looked innocent in her head. Something she had already done in the past and it had been fine.

But that night, it was everything besides fine.

It was like everything they did they could only make the situation more awkward.

Did we lose our chemistry?, she asked herself. Are we not friends like we used to?

She feared those three weeks of reacquainting with one another had been a waste of time. What if their friendship had been damaged permanently?

Joe gulped, the tension was back to make his spine stiff again and his ability of reasoning weaker.

Elizabeth let out a burst of constraint laughter, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me tonight…”

She shifted on the bed and instead of sitting in front of him, she sat by his side, her back leaning on the headboard and her head abandoned to fall backwards.

Joe glanced at her and cleared his throat again, his voice serious, “It’s okay, Liz.”

He saw her closing her eyes, biting her lip and lightly shaking her head. She probably thought it was imperceptible but he’d seen her.

He took a deep breath. He had to say something. He had a feeling all that was happening for one reason. And he didn’t know whether to be happy, confused or scared that the reason might actually have been what he was hoping for.

“Liz, - he started quietly, slowly turning to look at her as she did the same, the head still resting on the headboard – you remember how we used to play true confessions in high school?”

Elizabeth sluggishly chuckled and nodded.

“Well, - Joe continued – I have a confession to make.”

He paused for a few seconds, knowing he was going down a one-way road, with no chance of turning back.

She frowned, “What, Joey?”

Joey, he thought to himself. If on the outside he looked nervous, the mention of that stupid nickname was causing a storm of emotions inside his head. Joey and Lizzie were how they called each other anytime the other needed to talk about something serious: those nicknames had always made them laugh so they seemed perfect to mention when all the other person needed was a smile.

It worked like it had every time before.

Joe smiled before continuing and Elizabeth smiled at him back.

“Lizzie, - he started again with a half-smile – I know I’ll be talking nonsense from now on, so please stop me if you decide you don’t want to hear it. Because once I say it I won’t be able to get it back…”

The girl furrowed her eyebrows again. Her instinct was telling her she already knew what he was about to say. At least, she thought she knew. She hoped, she knew.

She shifted again and turned her body towards him, leaning on her side on the headboard, a silent gesture to say ‘I’m listening’.

Joe exhaled for the hundredth time in those last five minutes.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while now - he began slowly - Well actually I didn’t know I wanted to tell you at first… I thought I was misreading things and I tried to forget about it all, but then Gwilym happened and I didn’t know how to talk to you… you had disappeared from my life and I couldn’t stand –”

Elizabeth’s smile widened. She still didn’t know how to feel about what was happening. She was feeling too many emotions to choose only one.

“Joe-Joe–” she tried interrupting him, but he kept on talking, his sentences speeding up as they followed one another.

“But when I saw you that day at the park and I told you I was fine, I knew you knew I wasn’t and when I found you alone there, I couldn’t help but feel relieved, even it that makes me a terrible friend to Gwilym. I was happy I could try again and-”

“Joe could you just-” she chuckled: it was like trying to have a conversation during a rapping contest.

“And then, – he continued undaunted, his lips curving into a smile because he knew she had caught on where he was leading to - I came here to tell you because I wanted to know what you wanted to say to me that same day at the park but I saw-”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, the biggest smile lighting her face.

And without thinking of it twice, she shut him up properly.

She swiftly turned and, placing a hand on his cheek, she guided her lips onto his.

Joe hadn’t registered immediately what was happening and the kiss remained barely a long-lasting smack for a couple of seconds.

When he realised words weren’t strictly necessary to let her know what he wanted to say, he smiled against her lips and, bringing a hand behind her neck, he inclined his head to deepen the kiss.

Elizabeth felt like someone had lighted a hot air balloon inside her chest. She couldn’t stop smiling between one kiss and the other and Joe curving his lips in a smile as well could only make her smile more.

They pulled away at the same time, both breathless and with a spark in their eyes. They stared into each other’s eyes for a few instants, before bursting out laughing in unison.

Elizabeth rubbed her eyes, trying recomposing herself. Joe placed a hand on his belly to stop himself from laughing more.

“Why are we laughing?” he asked, still chuckling.

Elizabeth brought a hand to her forehead and shook her head with a small giggle, “I really have no idea…”

They both sat back, their gazes fixed on Elizabeth’s desk at the end of her bed.

“So…” Joe started again.

“So,” Elizabeth echoed him, turning her head to look at him, a small shy smile on her face.

“So, you liked my confession?…” Joe asked and Elizabeth pushed her shoulder against his chuckling.

She looked at her hands fidgeting in her lap, “I don’t know why I did that”

The smile slowly vanished from her face as she thought about it. She had been impulsive. Again. Just like she had done with Gwilym. And look where it has brought you…, she thought to herself.

She hated jumping back and forth from happy to worried all the time. Doing something and then overthinking about it. She was sick of it. Why couldn’t she be more decisive? Why did she have to always question everything her own mind thought?

Joe slowly stopped chuckling and stared at the weaved blanket at the end of the bed, confused. What did that mean? Why had she kissed him if she was already regretting it? Had it not meant the same to her as it had to him?

“Did you… - he tried to find the right words – …want that?”

Elizabeth forced herself to think about the answer. YES. More than anything I’ve ever wanted, her heart shouted. And please tell me you wanted it as much as I did.

“Yes, - she said instead calmly – but I wish it hadn’t happened… I think I might have made things weird”

“Oh, - Joe replied, more disappointment in his voice than he’d wanted to let transpire – then… why did you do that?”

Elizabeth knew he wouldn’t have stopped asking questions until she’d told him the truth and sometimes she hated how well she knew him.

She huffed, “I don’t know, Joe…”. She got up from the mattress and picked up the notebook.

Yeah, I do, she thought to herself.

“I think you do,” he replied, a little bit of anger mixing to the set of emotions he was feeling in that moment.

“No, I don’t”, she walked to her desk to put down notebook and pen.

Stop lying!

“Yes you do, Liz, stop lying!” Joe got up as well to follow her.

“Stop reading my mind!” she shouted back, not realising that was supposed to be just a thought.

Joe raised an eyebrow. Anger and confusion were having the better of him, “Why can’t you be honest? I exposed myself over there! – he pointed at the bed where they’d been sitting – Why can’t you do the same?”

“I’m trying to protect you!” she shouted back staring at him, her eyes slightly watered by the emotions she was trying to push down.

When he frowned again, she averted her eyes and looked outside the window, where darkness had already taken over the sky.

“I don’t want it to happen again, - she confessed under her voice – not with you”

Joe’s expression softened, “Can you please articulate your thoughts?”

Elizabeth forced her hands down her sides so that she could stop fidgeting.

“I don’t want what happened with Gwilym to happen with you as well” she repeated.

She huffed and brushed her hair away from her forehead, “Nothing good comes from when I get impulsive. I only get myself into trouble and end up hurting myself and others - she paused for a second – I already lost a friend. I don’t want to lose you…”

Joe furrowed his eyebrows shaking his head, “Who says you’re going to lose me? – he took a step closer and fixed a loose strand of red hair behind her ear – Just because it didn’t work with Gwilym doesn’t mean it won’t for us…”

Us. At the bare thought, she could feel butterflies flying in every direction inside her stomach. She had never felt that way. With anyone in her whole life. Maybe it’s a sign, her hopeful heart commented.

“How can you already talk about ‘us’? - she half-smiled – And even if what you say is true, do you really want to risk everything? Knowing it might not work out and it might end like it has for me and Gwilym? Do you want to sacrifice everything we’ve built for an impetuous decision on a casual Christmas night?”

Joe registered everything she had listed and he really wished he could think everything through. Twice. But he had already made up his mind at the first half-smile she had given him.

“Liz, - his lips curved into a smile, unable to contain the excitement of the anticipation – you are worth the risk.”

He watched the redness spreading on her cheeks and the smile gleaming on her face but he didn’t give her the chance to reply. Before she knew, his lips were on hers and his hands were already holding her.

Joe had longed for that moment for such a long time he couldn’t believe it was happening. He thought at any time his alarm would have rung and he would have woken up like he had done several times in those last few months.

And somehow even if he had imagined it, kissing Elizabeth was nothing like he’d thought. He figured there would have been hesitation and shyness from both sides, but it couldn’t be further from reality.

There was an unspeakable hunger for the other person from both sides. They looked for each other in every kiss, every touch, every breath, and faster than they could realise, they let passion drive their bodies.

Without breaking the kiss, Joe stepped forward to the desk, making her walk backwards and hit the wooden surface with her lower back.

She effortlessly jumped on it and opened her legs to let Joe stand closer to her. He smiled on her lips when she did that and adrenaline shot up to her brain. She wrapped an arm behind his back and pulled him closer, while his hand found the way behind her neck beneath her loose hair.

Joe felt like soaring a hundred feet above the ground. The scent coming from her hair was inebriating and he felt like he was losing the last brims of lucidity he had left. He felt incredibly happy and the excitement of finally being with her was almost overwhelming.

He was well aware of her doubts and he felt like he could not blame her after everything he had watched her go through. But somehow his gut was telling him that anything could have happened to them and they still would have made past it. Together.

Elizabeth could feel the excitement running through her veins, a sensation she’d never experienced before. Not at that extent at least. It was like someone had poured fire inside her veins and in the few fractions of a second she was lucid, she thought that with Gwilym it had been nothing like this.

Her ability to think straight was being obfuscated by Joe’s hands holding her tight and roaming around her back, but she was well aware of what she was feeling. And she knew, deep inside her self, that Joe could have been endgame.

She suddenly pulled away to stare into his eyes, looking for something even she wasn’t quite sure of. Something to tell her this time her instinct may have been the right path to follow.

Joe simply smiled, asking with his breath short, “Is everything okay?”

She cupped his chin with her hands and lightly brushed her thumbs on his cheeks, returning him the smile, “I’m okay”.

Joe’s smile grew brighter as he leaned in to kiss her gently. He slid his hands down to her lower back and moved her legs to wrap around his waist, picking her up from the desk.

Elizabeth broke the kiss giggling, “What the hell are you doing?”

He did not seem to be handling it well and chuckled, trying to hide the effort he was actually putting into it.

Elizabeth could not help but laugh the whole way to the bed – which took three steps – and her laughs grew louder when he dropped her on the mattress and collapsed beside her.

Joe tried to push down his laughs as well not to interrupt the rather passionate moment, but her laughter was too damn contagious.

“I thought it’d be hot and romantic…” he said between chuckles, a tingle of disappointment in his tone.

Elizabeth got up on her elbows, laughter slowly fading away, “I’m sorry, Joe – she extended her arm to caress his cheek and guide him closer – It was really romantic”

Joe chuckled and shook his head, “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, closing once again the distance between their lips.

He rolled on top of her, holding himself up on the elbows. Her hands climbed up his back, beneath the sweater and t-shirt and it felt freezing cold against his hot skin. That contrast only helped his excitement to grow and a hushed groan disappeared into the kiss.

Elizabeth ran her hands up to help him get his head out of the sweater and for a brief moment they shared a look that meant ‘is this really happening?’.

He came down to kiss her again, hands flying at the brim of her sweater, taking it off with a few rapid motions. His lips left hers only to trace a trail down her neck and above her collarbone. Elizabeth exhaled deeply, her hands roaming on his back and through his hair to keep him close to her body.

The moment he nibbled at the skin underneath her ear, her brain was no longer in control of her actions. A hand rushed to the edge of his shirt and pulled it up so that she could throw it on the floor.

Pulling away for an instant, he got her out of her t-shirt as well. His brain was acute enough to realise it was not the first time he had seen her bra, but it sure was the first time he had seen it and felt the urge to rip it off.

Without a warning, Elizabeth got up and undressed from her pants, while Joe followed with a burning gaze. From a drawer in her desk, she pulled out a silver square and with all the nonchalance she could find, she walked back to the bed, pulled back the covers and gestured him to join her.

Joe was still startled and had trouble thinking and acting straight. The direction they were heading towards was pretty final and irreversible and he couldn’t help feeling a little nervous.

He got out of his pants as well, suddenly feeling… exposed in front of her. He kneeled back on the bed and looked for comfort into her eyes. He could see she was thinking the same. As she rested a hand on his shoulder and gently pulled him closer to crash her lips onto his, he kept thinking how crazy it was doing all that with her.

They shifted so she could lay down on her back again and without breaking the kiss, Elizabeth reached out and turned off the switch of her abatjour, leaving the room in almost complete darkness if it wasn’t for the street lamp outside the window and the decrescent moon watching over them.

He lowered himself and broke the kiss to trace a trail of kisses down her neck to the middle of her breasts. She hushed a moan and ran her hands in his hair, as his lips proceeded down her belly until the elastic of her panties.

“Joe,” she uttered, lifting her hips to help him pull down her knickers.

He smirked on her skin, planting a kiss right where the elastic had been and climbed back up to kiss her lips again. Her hands grazed his skin till the elastic band of his briefs and very slowly pulled them down.

Joe thought he could have cum just because of how slow she was rolling them down: it was torture. He shifted so that he could climb out of them with a sigh of relief.

As he came up to hover her again, he slid a hand underneath her back and unhooked her bra. She got out of it and threw it on the floor with the rest of their clothes, exposing the last piece of herself.

They looked for each other’s eyes in the darkness for one last proof it was all real and just smiled, nodding at each other.

This is it, that meant.

She opened the silver package and Joe adjusted himself and after another brief glance of reassurance, he sank into her, hushed groans leaving his pink lips.

Elizabeth arched her back and exhaled heavily, quiet moans escaping her lips as Joe found a slow pace. Her arms and legs involuntarily wrapped around his body as if to cling to him and keep him as close as she could.

At that new angle, Joe was nearly overwhelmed with pleasure, he shut his eyes and bit his lips to hush himself from groaning out loud.

“G-God… Liz, you’re killing me…” he managed to say and she let out a brief breathless chuckle but couldn’t bring herself to articulate any words.

She roamed her fingertips up and down the soft skin of his back, causing him to mutter something that sounded like fuck under his breath.

While he had slowed the pace to rest a little, she held the grip with her legs and rolled both of them over so that Joe was now laying on his back. As she sat up and started circling her hips in a slow deadly pace, Joe ran his hands through his hair, moaning and muttering swear words.

When his hips spasmed upwards, signalling he was close to his climax, Elizabeth let her head fall backwards, overcome by a rush of pleasure. It felt like electricity in her veins. She felt her core clenching and she knew she was very close as well.

She stopped her hips and lowered herself to kiss him again. Joe took the chance to roll over and thrust a few times more before letting the climax rush through him. As he kept moving for a few seconds after, waiting for Elizabeth to come undone as well, he intertwined his hand with hers and held it tight.

They collapsed next to each other. And for a few seconds, the room was dead silent. The only noises were the radiator and the freezing wind shaking the plants outside.

Elizabeth was still incredulous of what had happened, and even if she may have thought about comparing the experience with Gwilym’s before, she knew she had no reason to. She didn’t want to. They were two completely different matters.

“You literally know everything about me now,” she whispered, a dopey smile on her face.

Joe slowly chuckled, sliding his arm under her neck and intertwining their fingers together, as Elizabeth rested her head between his shoulder and chest.

He hesitated, suddenly vulnerable and insecure, “Did you… regret this?”

Elizabeth tilted her head back so they could look at each other in the eyes, “This may be the first time in my life when I am sure I have done the right thing.”

Joe’s smile widened as he let out a sigh of relief and leaned to kiss her forehead.

“Well, you have done me, - he continued in his usual playful tone – so that would make me ‘the right thing’?”

Elizabeth chuckled and shook her head, “You’re a doofus as always”.

Joe was glad she looked relaxed: he’d worried he’d forced her into something she didn’t want to be dragged into, but now that they were back to their usual shenanigans, he knew they were fine.

“Funniest thing is – Elizabeth continued – Hardy thought we had already done this… I mean from the look he gave us, he seemed to think, if we hadn’t already, then we would have done it soon…”

“Well, we proved him wrong…” Joe sarcastically said they chuckled, as their fingers kept intertwining and untangling.

Elizabeth’s phone lighting up partially ruined the quiet atmosphere. She excused herself and got up to fetch it from the desk, while Joe headed to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

“It’s my mom… It’s past midnight,” Elizabeth said, before realising she was standing butt naked in the middle of the room.

As she picked up her knickers and Joe’s pijama t-shirt, Joe reappeared into the room with a new pair of boxers and a sweet smile on his face, “Merry Christmas, Lizzie”

He walked up to her and planted a chaste kiss on her lips.

“Merry Christmas, Joey - she replied with a smile, - We are in big trouble…” she added, rotating the screen of her phone in his direction.

Joe furrowed his eyebrows confused and tried focusing on the chain of notifications, “Holy crap,” he just commented.

2 voicemails.

5 missed calls.

3 missed video calls.

37 texts.

All from Alex, the last one saying: ‘I am gonna kill you, woman’

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Are you drunk ::: Brian May (III)

Pairing: Brian May x OC!Adeline

Summary: Adeline and Brian are best friends who have feelings for each other. One day, she confesses her feelings for Brian and he turns it all into a huge mess. 

Word count: 4086.

Warnings: Contains smut! Strictly 18+. I don’t want minors interacting with this piece of writing. A lot of swearing. It’s pure smut: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, please!), fingering, oral sex (female receiving).

Notes: Alright! I couldn’t help my horny self! This is the last part and it’s basically a filthy and bad written smut! Also, I didn’t proof-read this, so there might be a few mistakes? Sorry! Hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated.

Part 1 / Part 2 are here!

Masterlist is here!

Brian’s long fingers traced Adeline’s lips slowly, his eyes admiring her features. The dimly lit room held a lighter atmosphere than the previous night. Brian’s damp buttoned up shirt was still thrown by the door, not entirely dry yet. Adeline noticed it when Brian stepped on it carelessly as they eagerly entered the apartment. She pushed the door behind Brian until they heard the lock click. For a moment, they stared at each other’s eyes, searching for the same feelings and desires.

“Bri, that’s your shirt,” she murmured against his lips, when he kicked it away, far from them both.

“Yeah, it’s been there since yesterday. Guess it can wait a few more hours?” he answered pressing his body against Adeline’s. She laughed softly, reaching for his chin and pressing her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

“Don’t you dare complain about it later, saying all your clothes are dirty and your place is a mess,” she provoked, motioning to the piece of clothing on the ground.

“I won’t, promise.”

“I’m counting on it, because I won’t leave late at night with you to do the laundry again,” Adeline shook her head, a wide smile spread across her reddened lips.

He laughed, pecking the girl’s lips. “It happened once because my washer machine was broken and I needed those pants! But guess you had fun the last time you accompanied me? You just couldn’t stop laughing in happiness when we left the laundry shop in the middle of the night to buy a few beer bottles and you walked in the middle of the street, yelling nonsenses at the inexistent people there?”

He was right. She rolled her eyes at that provocative manner of his, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him once again. “You know, I had different plans for tonight. Guess I wouldn’t like to be interrupted by a trip to the laundry place.”

“Oh, is that so?” Brian smirked.

“Yes,” she answered and disentangled her body from his grip, getting rid of her heavy coat and hanging it by the door. She also kicked her leather boots off and reached the living room, staring around it. “Where’s my David Bowie vinyl?”

He rolled his eyes, a small smile on his lips. “By the telephone table, you always leave it there, Ali.”

“Bri, it’s not here,” she mused while he reached the kitchen, opening the fridge and getting a cold beer bottle out of it. “That’s why I asked.”

“It’s not… It’s not there?” he asked from the kitchen, frowning and raising his voice so that Ali would hear him while in the other room.

“No,” she absentmindedly answered while looking around the room once again.

She approached the vinyl player by the side of the room, completely addled by the record on the platter, the head-shell barely lifted so that the cartridge was centimeters away from the disc. David Bowie’s name was imprinted on its center; the cover lay on the wooden floor.

“I’m sorry,” Brian’s soft voice echoed around the room, making Adeline turn on her heels, a confused look on her features. Brian felt embarrassed, even though he knew he needn’t feel like that. He just didn’t want her to know he had spent almost the entire morning playing and replaying it, because it reminded him of her. Cheesy. “I… After you left yesterday, I… You know, I listened to it.”

It shouldn’t be a big deal, should it? Actually, it was. Adeline had so long forgotten that vinyl at Brian’s apartment and since then, it stayed there. They ended up creating this weird habit of listening to it during the nights she would have dinner at his place, slowly dancing to the music, their bodies pressed together and hands intertwined, enjoying each other’s company. The fact was: he never listened to it alone. It was their thing.

“Did you?”

“It reminded me of you. If I had to keep one memory of our friendship, I would like it to be all the times we danced together to it,” he answered in a brittle voice, averting his gaze from the girl by the other side of the room, a slight shade of pink peppered around his cheeks. God, he hoped she couldn’t see it. “I’m sorry. Saying this out loud now sounds so fucking ridiculous. I was trapped in this abysmal state where I had lost you forever.”

Adeline ambled towards the vinyl player, slightly pushing the head-shell until it touched the record and pressing the play button soon after. The music softly filled the room, making her eyes blaze with happiness. Brian took a sip from the beer in his hands, almost cringing at how cold the liquid was.

“Dance with me once again?” Adeline asked, motioning for Brian to approach her and stretching one of her hands in his direction. That gesture buoyed him up, a cheerful yet relieved smile on his lips. He rested the glass bottle on the telephone table and paced towards the girl.

“It’s an honor,” he merrily answered, gently holding her outstretched hand and taking it to his lips in order to press a light kiss on her warm skin.

After that cheesy formality, Brian intertwined his fingers with hers, pulling her close to his body, his other hand pressed against her waist. Adeline’s free hand reached his shoulders, slowly trailing it up his shirt until she reached the junction between his broad shoulders and his neck. Brian shivered when her fingers touched the back of neck, softly pulling at some strands of his hair. It had happened before, but, then again, there was something different that night. Surely, they were friends enjoying each other’s company, but there was a spark of an evident desire for each other.

He intently watched her features, slightly averting his gaze down. His brown eyes met hers as their bodies swayed timidly without leaving their spot on the living room. David Bowie’s voice echoed around the room, the cartridge slowly dragged itself through the disc, its low, almost inaudible, scratching noise reached Adeline’s ears, causing shivers to run up her spine.

“God, I love that sound,” she murmured, closing her eyes in an almost orgasmic way, lips slightly open.

Brian pressed his lips together in a thin line, watching the girl get lost in her own musical world. She would always have a dreamy smile plastered on her lips, occasionally moving them to sing along to the poetic lyrics she intensely admired, while Brian would idly conduct them around the room. He, himself, would be lost in her peaceful aura. It was beautiful. On that particular night, Adeline rested her head against his chest, humming softly along with the music while lost in her universe. Her hot yet rhythmic breath left her lips and she absentmindedly dragged her fingers up his neck, Brian’s breath hitching.

Brian’s hand that was once pressed against her waist reached her chin in a feathery touch. She slowly opened her eyes. Adeline simpered, coming out of her reverie to find a rapturous expression on Brian’s face as he inhaled deeply, his lips close to hers.

“Stay with me tonight?” he whispered, his brown eyes boring into hers, trying to dig out an answer from them. “Or not if I’m overstepping?”

“Bri,” she laughed lightly pressing the hand that was on his neck against his chest. “Why would you be overstepping?”

“I… ” he begun unsure. “I don’t know, honestly. It’s that… I just don’t know how far you’d like to go.”

His heart missed a beat when her hands reached his cheeks and her thumb grazed over his lips. “How far would you like to go?”

“A lot, to be honest,” he murmured quickly, biting his lips as though saying cursed words. His hands pressed against her waist, fingers eagerly ghosting over her shirt and pulling her closer to his body. The music softly playing was long forgotten by his brain.

“Oh, good. This actually meets my plans for tonight, you know?”

Brian smiled widely as she leaned in and pressed an eager kiss to his lips. His tongue gently entered her mouth as their bodies tangled in the middle of the dimly lit living room. Her hands were still on his cheeks, pressing themselves against his skin as the kiss deepened. Their noses bumped into each other as they changed positions, briefly breathing in. The only thing that could be heard was that filthy kissing noise mixed with the music.

“Are you still up for that whole idea of sharing the couch once more?” Brian whispered against her wet lips, saliva slightly smudged around its corners.

Her eyes blazed in anticipation. “I sure am. All night long.”

With that, Brian tightly hugged her, eliciting a surprised squeal from her throat as they staggered to the couch. She fell against the soft pillows, arms wrapped around his neck while he prevented himself from falling upon her by leaning his hands against the couch back pillows. He reached for her neck, pressing his lips against it in a chaste kiss before massaging her skin with his tongue. She hummed in appreciation, closing her eyes and taking one of her hands to his curly hair, slowly scratching his scalp.

She shivered and exhaled in pleasure as he kept biting her skin and sucking at it, reaching all possible spots that made her elicit quiet whines. Brian slowly reached the junction between her neck and her shoulder, pulling at her shirt collar to get to her collarbones. Her fingers, deeply entangled in his hair, pulled softly at his locks once again and he couldn’t contain a satisfied hum from escaping his occupied lips. Adeline’s blood pulsed through her body in eagerness. It seemed as though her body temperature had escalated at an inhuman pace as she felt hot and bothered.

“Hot in here, isn’t it?” she murmured, tugging at her shirt.

Brian slowly kneeled in between her legs as he unbuttoned her yellow button up shirt, pulling it from inside her pants, a smirk on his lips. “I can help you with that.”

The crinkled fabric of the shirt was still in his hands when he kissed down her chest. Adeline smiled, biting her lips and bringing her hands to his face, pulling him in her direction and kissing him on the lips once again. In the middle of that messy kiss, she pulled at the short sleeves of the shirt, glad to get rid of it and throwed it aside. Brian sighed in satisfaction and was quick to kiss, bite her skin and suck at it once again. His hands roamed her back in search for her bra hooks as Adeline’s hands tried to undo the buttons of his usual white button up shirt.

“How long will it take for you to undo it?” Adeline provoked Brian as his fingers lingered across her back in a totally failed attempt to find her bra hooks.

“God… I just can’t…” he complained, frowning. “I can’t concentrate on kissing you and undoing your bra. It’s too much for my brain to process.”

Adeline laughed, abandoning his half unbuttoned shirt and guiding her hands to her back, unclasping her bra. Brian quickly pulled at its straps down her arms and brought his hands to her waist as she leaned her head against the couch back pillows once again, closing her eyes. His mouth pressed kisses against her belly, tracing aleatory patterns on her skin and his longs fingers now massaged her breasts in delicate and slow movements.

His kisses traveled up her belly to her collarbones once again. Soon, his mouth wrapped around one of her nipples, sucking at it and grazing his teeth against it.

“Oh…” she exhaled in pleasure, slightly arching her back against his mouth and feeling her blood run hot in her veins, heart accelerating from the pleasure shooting through her body.

“Does it feel good, love?” he asked against her skin once again, eyes boring into hers in an eager manner to spill all of his intense feelings through them.

She quickly nodded as he pecked her lips and tore his button up shirt away. Adeline’s gaze flew to Brian’s flushed chest, a smirk finding its way to her features. She sat up straight on the couch so that her face was almost level with Brian’s, hers slightly higher. He didn’t waste time to lean forward and capture her lips once again; her hand reached his shoulder as their tongues mingled in a needy and noisy kiss. She slowly trailed her fingers down his arm, finally leaning her hand against his chest. The warmth emanating from him seemed to magnify her desire tenfold.

“God, Brian…” she uttered, lips parted in exasperation at the overwhelming anticipation to be with him, to get lost in his arms.

Foreheads against each other, both of them deeply inhaled in an attempt to recover their breaths. His long fingers tangled in her messy hair as their eyes bore into each other’s again. She laughed quietly, biting her bottom lip as she traveled her hands down his chest until they reached the waistband of his pants, wholly overjoyed after seeing a sparkle quickly cross Brian’s eyes. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes as she teased him, dragging her fingers against his skin.

She reached for his neck, pressing feathery kisses against it. He sighed, leaning against her touch. She sucked at the spot right below his jawline that had him whimpering quietly. Meanwhile, his hands traveled up her clothed legs, tightly pressing his fingers against the fabric of her loose jeans. God, his fingers. Adeline let out an involuntary filthy moan as she let her mind wander to the image of Brian fucking her, fingers deep into her.

“Fuck, Ali,” Brian laughed breathlessly while eagerly unbuttoning her jeans and pulling its zipper down. Adeline bit his skin, pulling at it softly, which had him almost losing control right then and there.

“Take them off, please,” Adeline cried out, her features flushed. Brian wasn’t supposed to feel that aroused at her whimpering like that, was he?

Her pants soon joined her shirt somewhere in the living room, sighing in relief. “This is crazy, God,” she breathed out, a smile spreading across her lips. ”You are driving me crazy, Brian May.“

"Am I?” Brian laughed loudly, a contagious laugh.

Adeline smiled wider, feeling a thin layer of sweat spread across her body. Brian reached for her legs once again, intently watching her features turn from that smile into an eager frown as her eyes averted to his fingers against her skin. He spread her legs apart kissing their insides as he massaged and scratched them painfully slow, making her whimper.

Brian inched his hands upwards as his thumbs kept massaging them. His mouth pressed against her skin in torturous kisses and love bites had her shaking in anticipation under his touch. It was almost unbearable.

“B-Brian…” she whimpered.

“What is it, love?” he hummed against her hot skin, reaching for her panties. Her breath hitched as she felt his long fingers hook at its waistband and his mouth pressed a light kiss to her clit, causing her hips to buckle slightly at the sudden contact.

After pulling her panties down and tossing them away, Adeline felt a sudden wave of pleasure as his mouth worked against her folds.

“Yes,” she cried out, closing her eyes and biting her lips. His arms wrapped loosely around her hips, holding them down in place, so that she wouldn’t buckle away from him.

He pressed his tongue against her folds, dragging it up to her clit, lightly sucking at it. Adeline’s hands reached his hair, closing around his curly locks. Her eyes were still tightly shut as her back arched slightly. Brian watched her intently, her chest quickly moving up and down to her uneven breath. His tongue lapped quickly at her clit as he brought one of his fingers to her entrance, rubbing at it.

Adeline felt like she would explode at any minute, her breath knocked out of her lungs. She anxiously opened her eyes as he pushed one long digit inside her. What a marvelous sight. Brian had never heard a filthier moan than the one which left her lips, almost way too loud.

“How do you like it?” he smirked, locking his gleeful eyes with her lust filled ones. The truth was that Brian was almost losing it at the sight of Adeline lost into his touch like that. His pants were way too tight for his liking and he earned for something, for her touch.

“Come here,” Adeline agitatedly whispered, pulling at his chin to press her lips against his in a messy and needy kiss. He moaned against her mouth as their tongues tangled, smearing her juices and their saliva around.

Brian, then, pumped his finger in and out of her slowly, which had her gasping against his mouth. She closed her eyes once again and rested her forehead against his. He added a second finger, eliciting another whimper from Adeline and increasing his arousal. He increased his pace, pumping in and out of her harder and faster, making her hips buckle once again. The cold metal rings on his long fingers contrasted with her hot skin

“God…” he whispered, making her open her eyes and notice how his veins pulsed in his arms, how his body was all flushed and lost in giving her pleasure.

“Bri,” Adeline gulped, gripping his wrist as he gently pulled his fingers out of her. She sat up, pushed a few strands of her hair behind her ears and reached for his pants, feeling his cock through it. She pressed her lips together in a thin line and opened its button, pulling the zipper down as he had done with hers. “Sit down on the couch.”

Brian licked his lips eagerly and pulled his pants down in a swift motion. Adeline shakily got up from the couch, kneeling in between his legs. She pulled at his underwear and smirked at him. His cock was flushed and hard and she didn’t waste time in giving it the attention Brian had longed for. Adeline wrapped one of her hands around it, smearing his pre-cum through his shaft as she stroked him. He intently watched her, completely lost in pleasure, in bliss.

“A-Ali…” he breathed out, motioning for her to come closer. He wanted her body against his, so that he gripped her free hand in his and pulled the girl gently to sit on his lap as he reached to kiss her neck and she, once again, stroked his shaft.

He moaned against her skin and she smiled at the feeling of his lips on her once again. She slowly grinded her core against his crotch, making Brian’s hips stutter. He brought his lips down to her collarbones, to her shoulders and, finally, to her chest while pressing his fingers against her waist.

He licked at one of her nipples, causing Adeline to arch her back. The pleasure was too much for her to handle as she smeared her juices against Brian’s crotch, the friction hitting her clit was heavenly good. He kept quietly whimpering and moaning as she squeezed him hard against her hand. Her nipples were almost sore from Brian’s sucking and nipping.

“For the love of God,” she cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure. ”Please, Brian.“

He reached his hands in between their bodies, rubbing Adeline’s clit once again in quick motions. She gasped in pleasure, leaning her forehead against his chest and his other hand traveled up and down her tight.

"You want me to fuck you?” Brian murmured as his hips stuttered once again.

She eagerly nodded, shutting her eyes and exhaling heavily. He gripped at her tights as she straddled him, kneeling on the couch. He licked her breasts with a smirk on his lips as she lowered herself on his cock.

“Fuck,” she cursed under her breath, wrapping her arms around Brian’s neck and leaning her forehead against his shoulder. Brian threw his head back, leaning against the couch back pillow as his hands traveled up Adeline’s back in a soothing gesture. She let out a strangled moan right below Brian’s ear, which almost made him lose control.

As she slowly started to thrust against his dick, both of them would never have thought that such amount of pleasure was humanly possible to felt. Groans and whimpers filled the silent room as they got lost in each other’s arms.

“How good does it feel?” she asked breathlessly, it was almost inaudible.

“S-So fucking good,” Brian answered, massaging her tights.

Their lips met once again in another messy kiss, interrupted by whimpers and moans. Brian bit her bottom lip, tugging at it, making her groan. He thrusted his hips up to meet her own thrusts against his cock, almost sending him to another universe.

“God, Brian,” she murmured. “Don’t stop.”

“I would never…” he laughed breathlessly.

She smiled and hid her face in the crook of his neck, pressing feathery kisses against his skin. Sweat ran down her forehead, making a few strands of hair stick to it. Brian thrusted harder inside of her, causing her to repeatedly mumble his name, completely lost in pleasure.

“That feels so good. So good to have you inside me like that,” she whispered in his ear, taking one her hands to his cheek and pressing open mouthed kisses against his face. “Harder, Bri.”

"F-Fuck, Ali,” Brian moaned.

They wouldn’t last long. Adeline fucked herself on Brian’s cock as he thrusted inside of her. She reached for her clit, rubbing her fingers hard against it, crying in pleasure, a moaning mess. She felt dizzy from all the attention her body was receiving. It had been so long since the last time she slept with somebody. So long.

“G-God!” she let out a strangled cry, intertwining her fingers in Brian’s hair and arching her back to the point where it hurt. Her other hand kept working on her clit, almost too sensitive for her to continue. “Oh, Brian… You feel so good.”

“Yeah?” he whimpered, pulling her hand away from her clit. Instead, his long fingers pressed against it in an almost inhuman pace.

Adeline groaned loudly. “I’m so close! Please… Please, don’t stop.”

Suddenly, her hips violently jerked. She threw her head back, pulling at Brian’s curly locks while pressing her body against his and letting a strangled loud cry escape from her lips as she rode out her orgasm. Her breathing was uneven; her eyes were close shut as she dived in that utterly bliss. At that gorgeous sight, Brian came inside of her, biting his lips to prevent his moans to escape from them.

“I want to hear you,” Adeline whispered in his ear. He whimpered and cursed loudly as his hips stuttered and he pressed his hands against her waist.

“Oh, shit,” she mumbled as her hips jerked once again, tightening her grip on Brian’s hair. “Shit, this was heavenly good.”

“God, I need a week to recover from this,” he mumbled, taking his hands to his face and hiding it behind them. Adeline lazily smiled against his chest, silently nodding in agreement.

They stayed there for a moment, recovering their breaths and still feeling the remaining of their orgasms. Brian’s hands traveled to the girl’s back, rubbing them softly against it, while she lazily kissed his neck.

“Fuck, my legs are so weak,” she laughed as she slowly got up from Brian’s lap, reaching for her shirt on the ground and throwing it on her bare chest, leaving it open. She, then reached for her panties, pulling them on. Brian watched her in awe at what had just happened. God, it was so good.

She smiled at him, feeling her cheeks flush in a slight shade of red. She threw his underwear at him and reached the door from the balcony, silently opening it. The cold night air made her shiver as her body was still all hot. The sky was clear as she admired the starry sky.

Brian soon joined her, hugging her from behind and pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She leaned against his bare chest as both of them got lost in all those shiny stars.

“This is beautiful,” she mumbled so quietly it was almost inaudible. Those turbulent yet full of emotions couple of days had Adeline totally forgetting about the fact that she was going to wake up in the next morning without a job. But Brian was there for her and it was actually everything she could ask for.

“You are beautiful,” Brian uttered.

“Cheesy.”

“You love it.”

[valhallamercury]

the starry eyed | boh rhap!brian may x f!reader

Request(s): Well can you write something where the reader is the lead singer for a popular disco band and somehow Brian ends up going to the readers show and falls in love

The reader is in the band (she plays the piano) and she is doing an interview with MTV and ends up stealing a lot of hearts with her cuteness!

Summary: After seeing Y/N’s interview and her band, The Starry Eyed, on MTV, the boys decide to check out one of their shows (even though it’s bloody disco, according to Roger). They never anticipated their rocker guitarist to fall for the lead disco singer.

A/N: I’ve decided to combine these two requests, considering they’re very similar. I haven’t written a lot for Brian, so I hope that this is a pretty good reflection of his personality! The year is set around 1981 and the reader is around 28-29. Please tell me if you’d like a part two (or possibly a series?)

Warnings: Swearing, Brian being hashtag whipped for the reader.

Word count: 2,423

Tagged: @80s90steen @thefeetlesfan

Brian hated the cold. He hated when his cheeks were flushed due to the wind, he hated when his bouncy curls whipped around his face so he could hardly see, he hated when his fingers felt numb and he could hardly bend them. But, as he walked through the icy winds with his best mates on a journey to his apartment, he couldn’t help but love the cold as John dumped snow under Roger’s coat, on to his back. He laughed as Roger squealed, shaking violently to get rid of the cold substance trailing down his spine.

Brian turned to Freddie, seeing the man give a toothy grin back at him. “Now that, darling, is a sight.” He pointed to Roger, shaking the last remains of the snow from his coat while glaring at John. John on the other hand, smiled innocently at Roger, as if he had done nothing wrong.

Brian might have hated the blistering cold, but these moments with his friends made them worth it. Queen was skyrocketing to success, and between tours and making albums, it was hard to fit in free time with the four members without it leading to coming up with new song ideas or planning melodies and such. But, on lucky moments, Freddie, Brian, John and Roger were able to come together and relax as friends, not for work purposes or parties.

As Brian entered his apartment, his friends toppled in behind him. They kicked off their shoes, setting them against the wall as Brian had instructed them many times after too many trips from the hazardous objects. Brian headed to his kitchen to make tea, instructing Freddie to “turn on the Telly!”

“MTV sound good, Bri?” Freddie called to the tall man, even though he wasn’t really going to listen if he wanted it or not.

“That’s fine!” He called, pouring the boiling liquid into four cups. He grabbed each cup and set it on a small tray before walking out to his living room, where the three other boys were already cuddled up together on the old brown leather couch. He chuckled softly at his friends, setting down the tray before taking his rightful spot next to John.

“It’s just a bloody disco singer.” Roger grumbled, leaning back against the arm of the couch. Brian turned to the tv, only to see a beautiful woman be blessed upon his eyes.

Her hair was tied up into an immaculate hairdo, her eyes being decorated with bright blue eyeshadow and she wore a white low cut, bell sleeved shirt, a pleated baby blue skirt, and white platform shoes. She was obviously quite nervous, but she composed herself in such a way, that only someone very good at reading body language could have noticed. He was enchanted by this woman, but he couldn’t tell why.

“Today, we have Miss Y/N L/N of The Starry Eyed! Tell me, how are you feeling today?” The interviewer spoke, smiling kindly at the seemingly calm girl.

“I’m great! Wonderful, actually.” She giggled. Brian noticed how she gripped her skirt between her fingers and fiddled with the fabric.

God, even her voice was perfect, he thought to himself as the interviewer started speaking again.

“So your band’s newest single, Every Day, has reached number five on the charts. How do you feel?” The older woman asked, leaning forward in his seat. Brian couldn’t help but mimic her actions.

“It’s like a dream, honestly. The rest of the band and I, we’ve been dreaming about this moment since the day we all learned how to play cohesively,” Y/N paused to laugh for a moment. “I never thought I would be here at this very moment.” She admitted, now fiddling with the silver chain that was wrapped around her neck.

“So in the song, you’re doing majority of the vocals and the piano work, correct?” The interviewer paused, waiting for Y/N to nod, before continuing on. “Was there any inspiration behind the song? Specifically any artists or composers, perhaps?”

“Well, we, as a band, do take musical inspiration from several different sources. Reggie, our guitarist, he prefers Zeppelin and Toto. Karina, our bassist, loves ABBA and Fleetwood Mac. Julio, the drummer, he loves The Temptations and The Beatles. Audrey, our backup vocalist, she enjoys Tina Turner, Marvin Gaye, and Aretha Franklin. Me, I’m more of a Queen girl myself. We take each of those inspirations and try to mesh it into some beautiful, beautiful disco music.” She smiled into the camera, giving a small wave. It took everything in Brian not to wave back.

“I’m more of a Queen girl myself,” rang through Brian’s head like the most beautiful guitar solo he had ever heard. He couldn’t believe his ears. Y/N L/N listened to Queen. He needed to meet this girl, at whatever cost.

“So, are the rumors about an international tour true? Are the Starry Eyed finally going across contents?” The older woman persecuted the answer from the younger girl, leaning her elbows against her knees and leaning forward, an intent look in her eyes.

“Yes, it is true. We’ll be touring from the UK, Ireland, Paris, Italy, Japan, Korea, South America, North America and Canada.” Y/N listed and Brian’s eyes lit up with hope. Maybe he could meet this dream girl after all.

“Quite a busy schedule for you all.” The two women shared a laugh, before the older of the two turned back to the camera. “Well this has been, Miss Y/N L/N of The Starry Eyed, and up next, their new music video for Every Day!”

“You ‘ear that boys, we’re famous to even disco artists!” Deaky grinned at the others, but Brian’s eyes were still glued to the tv. He watched Y/N give a firm handshake to the interviewer, then wave to the crowd and walk off stage.

“Well it seems we must have to go to their concert now. Brian’s developed quite a large crush on Miss Y/N.” Freddie teased, snapping Brian out of his gaze.

“What!” Brian cried, like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “I do-I do not have a crush on the singer.” He stammered, his eyes growing large and his cheeks growing pink, only this time not from the cold.

“Why so defensive then, Bri?” Roger grinned; teasing Brian was his favorite pastime. “Could it possibly may have a crush on the disco woman?”

Brian shot Roger a death glare, earning him a cheeky grin in return. Freddie simply clapped his hands together, an eager smile upon his face.

“That settles it! We’re going!”

As much as Brian wanted to argue, he knew in his heart that he wanted to go. He wanted to meet her. This girl that was so far out of his league that she seemed to reach the stars. He just had to meet her.

About a month or two later, Brian sat in one of the box seats of the venue for one of The Starry Eyed’s UK concerts. Fred, of course, had gotten great seats with exclusive VIP passes. Brian was definitely going to repay him for that.

His heart pounded wildly in his chest, almost to the exact same rhythm of the drums. There you stood, clad head to toe in a silky red dress; it was low cut, with long angel sleeves and two slits on each side that exposed your legs. He then noticed that each member had their own designated color, or what he assumed was their designated color.

The lead guitarist, Reggie, wore his long hair in dreads that were decorated in green beads. He had a lime green blazer and matching striped socks. Audrey, who Brian soon recognized to be Reggie’s sister, wore a bright yellow dress that sparkled nicely against her dark complexion. The drummer, Julio, was clad in all blue: from his jeans, to his slightly opened shirt, to the blue streaks that had been painted across his tan arms and face. Karina, who played bass, was dressed in a purple pantsuit while her silky black hair was pushed back with lilac clips. The show truly was a sight. But Brian’s eyes were focused on the lady in red.

You were enchanting to watch, it was almost like he had been put under your spell. The way you moved on stage, it was something he had never seen before. You were elegant and mysterious, the way you swayed your hips made his face go hot and the way you traced your fingers gracefully against the mic ran a shiver down his spine.

As the show came to an end, he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned, seeing a large man standing behind him.

“VIP guests are to head backstage now.” His gruff voice told the four men. Brian nodded, hearing his heartbeat in his ears. He left his seat, trying to avoid the teasing glances from his friends. He walked out from the box seats, trailing behind the large man.

“You excited, darling?” Freddie asked, a familiar grin gracing his lips. Brian smiled kindly at his friend, clapping his hand against his shoulder.

“I owe you, Fred.” He whispered to the flamboyant man. Freddie nodded, giving him a fond look.

“Don’t waste this moment then, Bri.” He grinned teasingly. Brian chuckled, looking down at his feet before back at the security guard in front of them.

He led them to a back door where he heard the voices of multiple people. He took a deep breath, feeling a soft pat on the back, from who he assumed was Freddie.

The man knocked three times, the door being opened by Karina, monolid eyes glaring at the five men before softening. A grin broke out across her face, looking at the security guard. “Y/N’s gonna flip.” Brian heard her mumble as she let them through.

“Y/N! You have guests!” Karina called, a small smirk tugging at her lips. Y/N walked out, she had already changed from her red dress to more comfortable clothes. Her eyes grew wide and her hand reached to cover her mouth which formed the perfect ‘o’ shape.

“Holy shit.” She whispered, making the four men in front of her chuckle. “Oh, oh, my god.”

“Any words for us darling, or are you going to keep stuttering?” Freddie teased, a toothy grin appearing on his lips.

Y/N lowered her hands, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “Oh, my god. Sorry, I’m acting like, like a damn fool. You’re all just, so cool, legends really. Wow, I sound like such a groupie, I’m so sorry.” She apologized, a bashful look dashing across her features. Brian couldn’t help but smile fondly, he might’ve developed a crush on the charismatic girl on television, but he was falling head over heels for the awkward girl standing in front of him.

“What Y/N means to say, is that she’s a big fan, and you’re very inspiring to her and us as a band.” A man, who Brian recalled to be Reggie, stepped out from behind Y/N and wrapped an around her shoulders. Y/N rolled her eyes, playfully pushing him off.

“Thank you, ever so much Reginald.” She deadpanned, turning back to the group with a sheepish smile.

“Well, if you’d really like to show us your appreciation, maybe you could show us a good place around here to get drinks?” Roger stuck his hands in the pockets of his jeans, a boyish grin plastered on his face. Brian knew that Rog had already snuck in a few drinks into his system, hiding them from the watchful guards who explicitly warned them of “no food or drink in the theater.” But, Brian wouldn’t mention it if it meant he may or may not have a chance to talk to you.

“There’s a bar not too far from here, actually. Didn’t look too busy. Plus I heard they had something called a ‘Dancing Queen Daiquiri’, and quite frankly it sounds like a hit.” Audrey mentioned as she rose from her chair, smoothing down her yellow skirt.

Y/N nodded quickly, glancing between her band mates back to her idols. “We were going to head there after the show anyways. You’re all very welcome to join us. It’d be my treat.” She mentioned quickly, taking her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Can never go wrong with free drinks.” Roger declared. Deaky nodded feverishly. He was tired of trying to sneak past the beers from the guards, too.

“Sounds fabulous, darling! What do you think Brian?” Freddie turned to the tall man. Brian glanced between Freddie and Y/N, feeling his cheeks heat up. He didn’t realize that he had just been staring at Y/N the entire time they were here instead of actually speaking.

“Yeah, yeah. Drinks sound great.” Brian’s voice cracked, but he played it off as a simple cough.

“Great! I’ll get my coat and we can head out!” Y/N declared, a brilliant smile dazzling Brian’s eyes.

As they walked down the street, Brian tried to think of something to say. But, everytime he tried to make the words come out, his voice got caught in his throat. He walked in silent agony next to Y/N, until him clearing his throat caught her attention.

“Hm? Did you say something?” She asked, looking up at him with expecting eyes.

“Oh, well, I, I really liked your song. The guitar riff, it’s nice.” He began, tripping over his words like how he often tripped over his own two feet. A bashful smile crossed her face though, her eyes gleamed with awe.

“That’s, that’s so crazy. I mean! I mean, thank you.” She stumbled through her words as well, making him feel comforted by her own awkwardness.

“You don’t have to act like I’m some big superstar or something.” Brian chuckled, pushing his curly locks back with his hand. “I’m just Brian May.”

“I’m so sorry, I must be making you feel so bad by not treating you guys like actual humans. I’m so sorry, I get too excited.” She apologized repeatedly, making Brian smile kindly. He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“Y/N, Y/N, you’re okay.” He spoke softly, trying to keep his tone calm and comforting. And it worked. She glanced down at her shoes and back up at him, the apologies collapsing in her throat and only a toothy smile appearing through her lips.

“At least let me pay for your drinks. It’s the least I could do.”

“You got yourself a deal.”

[the-claire-bitch-project]

Office Hours - G.L.

Summary: An evening encounter after class with the professor turns into...a little more than Cecilia originally expected.

Pairing: Professor!Gwilym Lee x OC

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Age difference. oral (female recieving), vaginal penetration, praise kink, biting

A/N: Anyone who knows me knows I don’t usually write relationships I deem “inappropriate” (i.e. imbalanced power dynamics) so I did my best to put them on an equal level even though there’s an age difference and one is a professor and one is a student. Also, it’s a new fandom I’m writing for so... we’ll see how that goes. AND I DO NOT CONDONE HAVING SEX WITH YOUR PROFESSORS!

Moodboard, as always, by the lovely @heavenly---holland

Cecilia trudged into the lecture hall, finally breaking free of the line of other students to walk directly across the front of the room, cutting behind the professor’s podium and finding a seat in the middle of one of the middle rows, right in front of the boy with the skateboard. It was unsurprising in a History of Rock Music class that nearly every student had headphones in as they waited for class to start. As always, Cecilia was listening to Queen. “Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” streamed into her ears, different in each one as nearly all Queen songs were.

She threw her leather jacket over the back and plopped into one of the many rickety seats in the old lecture hall on the fourth floor of the stadium. Before this class she hadn’t even known there were classrooms in the stadium, but here she was, pulling out her laptop and opening it on the tiny desk she flipped out from the arm of the chair she sat in. She slouched down, pulling her hood over her curls, and putting one foot up on the back of the empty seat in front of her.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to make friends in the class. From the energy she was giving off, it was guaranteed nobody would sit near her. It was more that she genuinely wanted to pay attention in the class and didn’t want to be distracted. But it wasn’t a hardship to pay attention. Not with how attractive the professor was. Honestly, she didn’t remember his name and they were quite a few weeks into class and at this point she didn’t care enough to ask or look it up, but he sure was pretty, and lectured with a passion about the subject she rarely got from her professors.

After opening and setting up her Google Doc for the day, she finally looked up at the screen and immediately tore her headphones out of her ears. The professor usually played songs before class and today he was playing “Bohemian Rhapsody.” Cecilia quickly opened a new tab, found the syllabus and sighed. He actually hadn’t scheduled past the British Invasion of the 60s, but she guessed since that had been covered that they were moving into the 70s and covering Queen. Fucking finally.

She put her feet flat on the ground and sat up as the professor--she glanced at his name on the syllabus she still had open, Gwilym Lee--as Professor Lee cut the music and patiently waited for everyone to quiet down. As always, he spoke quickly and quietly. To get every detail one had to take diligent notes.

“Today, ‘We Will Rock You’ is one of the most popular songs played in the NHL, NFL, and MLB,” Professor Lee was saying. Cecilia snorted. Too loudly. Professor Lee stopped. “Something to add?”

“I just think it’s interesting that straight culture has adopted that song for sporting events when it’s clearly a gay song,” she scoffed, putting her foot back up on the chair in front of her and crossing her arms. “I mean, I don’t know about you, but when I hear that song, I hear gay pride, I hear the Stonewall Riots.” She sang, “Buddy you’re a young man, hard man, shouting in the street, gonna take on the world some day, you’ve got blood on your face, you big disgrace, waving your banner all over the place.” She spat the words “blood” and “disgrace.”

Professor Lee crossed his arms. “I don’t disagree with you, however, I would like to point out the song was written by Brian May, who--”

“Isn’t gay?” Cecilia finished with a raised eyebrow. Professor Lee nodded. “Well as we all know, it’s totally impossible for a person to write a song about something they’ve never experienced,” Cecilia scoffed. “Brian May wrote “‘39” about time travel and I highly doubt he’s experienced that. His best friend was bisexual for fuck’s sake. Is it that much of a stretch that he didn’t write the lyrics to honor Freddie’s struggle? We know Brian came up with the iconic stomp-stomp-clap rhythm, but is it impossible that Freddie may have contributed to the writing of the lyrics?” Cecilia didn’t even pause as Professor Lee opened his mouth to try to cut her off. “You’ve just been saying that Queen was a highly collaborative band and although are often credited as solo songwriters, frequently made rewrites and worked on songs together.”

Professor Lee was silent for nearly twenty seconds as Cecilia breathed after her rant, having gotten nearly to the point of shouting a few times. Finally he asked, “what’s your name?”

“Cecilia.”

“I’d like to continue this discussion in office hours after class,” he smiled. “Since I so clearly have a lot to learn from you, however, I would prefer not to waste anymore of your classmates’ time. We have a lot to cover today.”

Cecilia went bright red and looked down. She met his eyes again and nodded, feeling her cheeks burn hot under his stare. As he went back to talking, she opened up the syllabus again and noted the location of his office. Office hours were always right after class. She’d never been before since class ended at five pm and she was usually ready to go home, take off her pants, and pour a glass of wine.

So when the lecture was over, Cecilia put away her laptop and stood up to shrug her leather jacket on, pulling her hair and her hoodie out from under it. As she turned to go, she felt someone tap her shoulder.

“Hey, I liked what you said in class.” It was the boy with the skateboard.

“Thanks,” she nodded, slowly walking along the row. He met her in the aisle.

“Do you have a snapchat?” he asked, a faint blush on his cheeks. Cecilia smiled. She pulled out her phone so he could scan her snapchat code. “Cool, see you around.” He sped off.

Cecilia looked over to the podium to see people lining up to talk to Professor Lee. She could probably take her time making her way over to his office, so she waited for the elevator instead of racing down the stairs, and paused outside to find the perfect song to walk to. “Another One Bites The Dust” had the best beat for walking.

For a moment, she considered getting right on the bus and going home, but she forced herself to walk past the bus stop and trudge up the hill to the music building. It put her even further from her apartment and the bottle of wine waiting for her, but something about the way he’d looked at her made her want to go see him.

She bit her lip. It was completely inappropriate to be attracted to her professor, but what was the harm in indulging in a fantasy or two as she waited outside his locked office, pretending to text on her phone but really thinking about the way his arms looked in his button down with the rolled up sleeves.

“Sorry to make you wait.”

Cecilia looked up from where she’d sunk to the ground against the wall to see Professor Lee. He towered over her. She quickly scrambled to her feet, keeping as close to the wall as she could with her backpack on while he unlocked the door. She’d never been this close to him. He always seemed small and far away when he lectured, but up close, he made her feel small.

“I wasn’t here long,” she said softly as he held the door open for her, and she had to squeeze by him to get inside.

When she’d gone to office hours for other classes, it was always with classes taught by a grad student, and they usually only had a cubicle they shared with other instructors. This was the office of a professor, with shelves filled with worn books, diplomas decorating the walls, and a couch shoved up against one side of the room.

“Wow,” she murmured, not catching his smile as he watched her drop her backpack on one corner of the couch. “Goals.”

“Perks of being one of the only professors of ethnomusicology on campus.” He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets as he leaned on one arm of the couch as Cecilia read each of his diplomas in detail.

“Maybe I should change my major,” she murmured.

“From what?”

“Journalism.” She turned to look at him, her face lighting up. But she stopped in her tracks when she saw the way he was looking at her, regarding her. She swallowed and pushed her hair to one side, then the other, trying to stop her curls from sticking to her neck.

“You can hang your jacket up,” he offered.

“Am I staying long?” she asked as she shrugged her jacket off and threw it over her backpack. He rolled his eyes, pushing himself up and picking up her jacket and backpack, hanging them on a coat rack by the door she’d missed completely. “As long as you want,” he said. “Office hours are your time, not mine.”

“I never really go to office hours,” she admitted sheepishly, unsure of where to stand. She didn’t want to sit on the couch next to him, not wanting to give him the wrong idea, or let him on to the fact that she found him incredibly attractive.

“I rarely have students show up,” he laughed. Cecilia wanted to pace, but forced her feet to stay in one place.

“Oh, so what do you usually do then?” She didn’t mean for her voice to come out like that, low, almost seductive. It just happened. She chewed on her lip anxiously.

“Usually I end up having a drink,” Professor Lee laughed. She liked his laugh. He never really smiled in class, but here, he smiled a lot.

“Funny,” she giggled, “I was just lamenting that I had to put off my bottle of wine to come over here.”

He crossed his arms and tilted his head quizzically. “How old are you?”

Cecilia paused, weighing the consequences of admitting her real age and that she was a fifth year college student. “Twenty-three.” She decided to tell the truth. “Would you have ID’d me if you were a bartender?”

“A smart bartender ID’s everyone,” he said with a shrug. “But I’m neither a bartender, nor am I smart, so, would you like to have a drink with me?” He walked over to the cabinet behind his desk and pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

“Okay,” Cecilia swallowed, “do you usually offer drinks to students?”

“I don’t usually have students come to office hours on a Friday evening.”

“Then why’d you ask me to come, Professor Lee?” she shot back, hoping to feel more in control of how warm she felt, to distance herself from him again.

“You can literally just call me Gwilym, or Gwil,” he said gently as he handed her a glass, the shot of amber liquid swirling around the bottom and his hand warm against hers. “I never liked being called ‘Professor.’ Maybe when I’m older I will.”

A wave of curiosity washed over Cecilia. “How old are you?”

“Thirty-five,” he answered, sipping from his own glass, his other hand shoved into his pocket as he leaned on the arm of the couch. Cecilia stood in front of his desk, momentarily feeling as if she were the one with the power in the room.

She did some math in her head. Her mom had always used a formula to determine if someone was too old for someone else. Thirty-five divided by two was about seventeen, plus seven was twenty-four. Damn. Just under the cut.

“How did you learn so much about rock music?” Gwilym asked quietly. Cecilia sipped the whiskey, letting it burn down her throat and numb her lips.

“My mom mostly,” she shrugged, “but my dad too. They got me interested in the music just by playing everything they grew up with.” She chuckled, “I laughed when you warned us that the playlist for the class was long, since it’s only half as long as my personal collection of classic rock.”

Gwilym raised an eyebrow, “oh really?” He stood up straighter. “Can I see what you’ve got on it?”

“Yeah,” Cecilia nodded and took another gulp of whiskey, trying to finish it so she could feel its effects without the taste lingering too long. She reached for her phone in her back pocket and Gwilym stood up to move in front of her, setting his empty glass down on the desk next to her. She shivered, feeling heat radiating in the small distance between them. She tried not to let her hands shake as he watched her look through her Spotify, scrolling past playlists with embarrassing names like Horny With Dark and Religious Overtones, Boybands and Girlbands, and Songs That Got Gayer As I Got Gayer.

Finally she found the one she was looking for: Dadrock O’Clock. Gwilym took her phone, it looked small in his hands, and he didn’t move away from her. Her eyes moved from his eyes, down past his lips, and she swallowed as she stared at his neck. All she’d have to do was lean forward and she could kiss that neck. She bit her lip, trying to keep it together as her stomach grew tight.

But then he shifted. He didn’t look up or even acknowledge that he did it, but he pushed his glass away and slipped his fingers into her belt loop. Her stomach flipped. She sucked in a breath through her teeth and forced herself to relax, sipping on her whiskey again and leaning into his touch as his thumb slipped under her sweatshirt to press against the skin of her hip.

“You like Fleetwood Mac, huh?” Gwilym’s voice snapped Cecilia out of his stupor and she looked up.

“Uh, yeah,” she stammered. “They’re, uh, they’re my favorite band.”

“Yeah?” he grinned, “what’s your favorite song?”

“Thunder only happens when it’s raining,” she sang in a near whisper, then louder, “players only love you when they’re playing.”

“’Dreams’, huh?” Gwilym chuckled. “You’re a Stevie girl.”

“I was really disappointed you didn’t put them on your playlist for the class,” Cecilia whispered.

“I didn’t put your song on it either,” he set her phone face down on the desk and shifted in front of her. “Wish I had.”

“My-- my song?” Cecilia stutterd. He put one foot between hers, his legs pressed against hers.

“Oh Cecilia, you’re breakin’ my heart, you’re shakin’ my confidence daily.” She’d heard him sing in class but this was so much better, standing in front of him, him singing her name, his hand on her hip, his other fingers fiddling with the zipper of her hoodie.

She smiled and sang another lyric, “Making love in the afternoon with Cecilia, up in my bedroom.” She laughed. “Doesn’t Cecilia cheat on him in that song?”

“Yep,” Gwilym chewed on his lip, seeming incredibly focused on her zipper. Her chest heaved and she didn’t stop him as he inched it downwards. “You gonna find someone else when I get up to wash my face?”

She couldn’t believe the next words out of her mouth, “Are we making love in the afternoon?”

This time Gwilym sucked in a breath through his teeth. He almost had her zipper unzipped, revealing the cropped tank top she wore underneath, her hard nipples, and the bare skin of her stomach.

“Only if you want to,” he whispered. Cecilia reached for her glass again and downed the rest of her whiskey. Then she met his eyes.

“I want to.”

His hands left her hip and the zipper, her sweatshirt hanging open as he moved between her thighs, reaching up to gently cup her jaw in his hands. He tilted her head back and she looked up at him before letting her eyes flutter shut as he leaned down to kiss her.

Cecilia had never been kissed like that before, by someone who knew exactly what they were doing. It almost made her nervous that he’d think she was inexperienced, even though that was by no means the case. It’s just that her experience was with drunken frat boys and Tinder hookups. Gwilym was an adult, like, a real adult. A man who knew exactly how to slip his fingers into her curls at the back of her neck and close them into a fist to tilt her head back and make her moan. His free hand snaked down her neck to work on the buttons going down the front of her tank top, swiftly popping them open one-handed and leaving her chest bare in front of him.

Cecilia slid her hands off his shoulders and broke the kiss, leaning back on his desk, arching her back and pressing up into his hands, gasping a little when he tugged on her nipples before pushing her sweatshirt and tank top back off her shoulders.

Impatient to escalate the situation, Cecilia kicked off her boots and wrapped her long legs around his waist, grinding against him as she pulled his lips to hers again, feeling satisfied that he was already aroused.

“Slow down,” he murmured, brushing his lips against her cheek and holding her hips still. “There’s no need to hurry.”

Cecilia went red. She was so used to getting it on in loud frat houses or apartments where roommates could suddenly come home. Back in high school it was being quick while parents were out of the house.

“Sorry,” she muttered, looking away as he nibbled her ear.

“What are you sorry for?” His breath was hot against her neck. She fiddled with one of the buttons on his shirt, unable to keep her hands still, finally reaching down to untuck his shirt. He gently took her hands and held them between their chests. “Hey,” he leaned down to meet her eyes, “what’s up? Tell me.”

“I--” she sighed, “I’m worried that you’re going to be disappointed.”

Gwilym laughed and kissed her nose. “That’s cute.” Cecilia went red.

“Oh, I--”

“I think it’s so funny that women are always worried about whether their partner is happy,” he said. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yeah, but--”

“Then don’t worry about me,” Gwilym insisted. “I will be happy regardless.” He leaned forward, his beard rough against her cheek as he whispered in her ear, “okay?”

“Okay,” she answered, tilting her head back to give him access to her neck. His tongue was hot and wet as he ghosted his mouth across her sensitive skin, goosebumps appearing in his wake. She reached one hand up to tangle it in his hair, eliciting a low growl from his throat as she tugged on it, and he bit down the thin skin over her clavicle.

“Mm, sorry,” he murmured, gently soothing the spot with a kiss.

Cecilia laughed. “You said that like I’ve never been given a hickey before.” Gwilym stopped, his hands resting on her thighs.

“I just--” he chuckled, “I don’t think I’ve given or received a hickey in years.”

“Do you want one?”

Gwilym’s fingers stopped drumming on her thighs. “Do I want--” Cecilia cut him off by pressing her lips against the side of his neck, just under his jaw.

“Right here,” she murmured, “where everyone can see?”

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Yes,” he groaned as her teeth brushed his neck and she bit down gently, sucking an angry bruise into his skin that would last at least until Monday. He tangled his hand in her hair again, yanking her back up to kiss her, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

She pulled away giggling, “Now who’s rushing?”

“Oh shut up,” he laughed and kissed her again. She  reached for the buttons on his shirt and quickly worked through them. She smoothed her hands over his chest, pulling back to stare.

“What?”

“I just,” she paused, “um--”

“Tell me!” he chuckled.

“None of my partners have ever had chest hair.”

Gwilym’s chuckle turned into a laugh and he reached up to rub his face. “Wasn’t the beard that scared you but the chest hair, huh?”

“The beard doesn’t scare me,” Cecilia explained. “Every frat guy has a beard.”

“But you like it?” She detected just a slight hint of insecurity in his voice.

“Oh yeah,” she assured him. “I have had the ‘Is chest hair sexy?’ argument so many times. I am very much pro-chest hair.”

Gwilym paused as he twirled one of her curls around his finger. “Wait, that’s an argument?”

“Yes. Did you not have dumb arguments in college?”

He tilted his head to the side, thinking. “Yeah I guess we did. It was a long time ago.” Cecilia looped her arms around his neck, directing his attention back to her.

“When was the last time you had sex like this?” she sighed.

“Like this?”

“Like, spontaneously, on a table, in your office--” she trailed off.

“Spontaneously would have to be a few weeks ago,” he started. “On a table would have to be grad school? Maybe?” He said it like a question, like he wasn’t sure. “And I’ve never had sex in my office.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Then you’re being very naughty,” she teased. He rolled his eyes and tickled her thighs, making her jump back, but he quickly grabbed her legs and pulled her back to the edge of the table..

“Mmhm,” he hummed in agreement, leaning forward to kiss her again as he reached for her belt. “About to get even naughtier,” he promised, getting past her belt and unbuttoning her pants. She raised her hips so he could pull her jeans down, then straightened her legs so he could yank them off, the belt buckle clinking against the floor where he dropped them.

He slid his hand up and down one of her thighs, his other reaching down her calf and wrapping her leg around his waist. She was thankful she’d worn nice panties, but also kind of annoyed, because she could feel that she’d soaked through them.

“You ruined my favorite panties,” she accused.

“Did I?” he smirked. “Can I confirm that?” His hand trailed up the inside of her thigh, fingers dancing over the crisscrossing stretch marks.

Cecilia bit her lip and nodded. “Please,” she whimpered as his fingers traced just below the hem of her panties. “Please touch me.”

Gwilym didn’t have to be told twice. He slipped his long fingers into the side of her underwear. Cecilia’s head lolled back as his knuckles brushed against her soaked core, spreading her arousal over her folds, and he studied her face carefully, looking for any micro expression that would indicate that he was hurting her or she wasn’t enjoying herself. When he didn’t see anything but pleasure, he pulled his hand away and tugged her panties down her legs, shoving them in his pocket..

Instinctively, Cecelia squeezed her legs shut against the rush of cold air, but Gwilym pried her knees apart, looking up at her as he slowly sank to his knees in front of her.

“Oh fuck,” she murmured.

“What?” He kissed the inside of her thigh, close to her knee.

“I’ve always wanted a taller, older man to drop to his knees in front of me without me asking,” she admitted. He made his way up the inside of her thigh, slowly, inching closer. He didn’t answer, just nibbled gently on her skin.

Finally, finally, he pressed his tongue against her core and she involuntarily squeezed her legs closed, feeling his beard scratch her skin as he slowly shook his head, giving her a taste of the friction she wanted.

“Fu--fuck,” she muttered, reaching down to grip his hair as he pushed his tongue inside her, his nose rubbing against her clit. He gripped her thighs, digging his fingers into her skin as her muscles tensed and relaxed with every pass of his mouth across her clit. “Gwilym, fuck,” she paused, “fuck.”

“Mmhm,” he murmured, the vibrations travelling all the way up her spine.

“Your f--fingers,” she finally managed to gasp. “I want your fingers.”

He pulled away and looked up at her, his lips glistening with her arousal. “Where do you want my fingers, baby?”

“I want them inside me,” she pleaded. “Please.”

Gwilym’s fingers tapped along the inside of her thigh, inching closer the way he had with his mouth before. Slowly, without looking away from her eyes, he slipped his middle finger inside her, feeling her relax, with a sigh of pleasure falling from her lips.

“Feels good?” he asked, just to make sure.

“Mmhm,” she murmured, reaching up to palm her breast. “Put your mouth back to work too.”

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled, leaning forward again as he added his index finger to the mix. He worked quickly, paying attention to details like which whimpers were pleasure and which were sensitivity, noticing when she clenched around his fingers.

Cecilia hadn’t had someone actually make her orgasm in ages, and she was desperate to get off, rocking her hips, grinding against his face, looking for more friction. He hummed when she dug her fingers into his hair and moaned, squeezing her thighs around his head. When he curled his fingers inside her, she bit her lip to keep from crying out, but an embarrassingly loud whine escaped anyway as she came all over his fingers, her heels knocking against his back as her legs shook. He pulled his head away immediately, not wanting to overstimulate her, and licked his lips as he let his fingers linger inside her, before pulling them out with a sickening squelch.

“Wow,” Cecilia whispered as she leaned back on her elbows to watch him lick his fingers. “That was, wow.”

“That good huh?”

“It’s been awhile since anyone but my vibrator has done it for me,” she admitted, looking away.

Gwilym stood up and caught her chin in his hand. “Hey,” he forced her to look at him, “you shouldn’t have sex with people who don’t make you feel good. Your pleasure is important.”

Cecelia tore her chin out of his hand, pushing him back and hopping off his desk, feeling small now that she was standing barefoot and half-naked in front of him. She reached up and removed the rest of her clothing, dropping it to the floor, smiling when she watched him scan her body and swallow. She reached up and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. Neither of them broke eye contact as it fell to the ground.

Cecilia spoke first. “Do you keep condoms in here?” she asked.

Gwilym thought for a second, then laughed. “Nope,” he shook his head, “never needed them.”

“I keep some in my backpack,” Cecilia admitted. She walked over to her backpack and unzipped the second pocket, reaching in and coming up triumphantly with a foil packet.

“Your backpack?” Gwilym teased as she walked back over. He put his hands on her hips as she leaned up to kiss him. “You hook up with your professors often?” he mumbled.

“No,” she pulled away and smacked his chest. “Sometimes study sessions turn into something else!”

“I’m teasing you!” He reached down and squeezed her ass playfully. “Lighten up.”

“Mm, well,” Cecilia traced his collarbone with her finger, “if this isn’t the best sex of your life maybe you’ll do something to my grade that would ruin my GPA my last semester of college.”

Gwilym scrunched up his face. “Do you really think I would do that?”

“No,” she laughed. “I can be sarcastic too.” She stood up on her tiptoes slightly to reach his lips. They tasted a little salty from going down on her, and she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, seeing if she could still taste any whiskey on his tongue. As she kissed him, she reached down for the button on his pants, unfastening them and then shoving them down his legs.

He broke the kiss to pull them off the rest of the way before pulling her against him, his skin warm against hers as he sat down on the couch and pulled her into his lap, her knees on either side of his hips. She could feel his erection between her legs and instinctively rolled her hips, watching his mouth fall open in a silent moan. His head fell back a little and she leaned down to kiss underneath just jaw, down past the hickey she’d given him earlier, all the way to his clavicle. The hair on his chest tickled her chin as she worked, sucking a line of bruises along his collarbone. Something for him to find in the mirror the next morning. His hands gripped her hips, keeping her rhythm steady, not too fast.

Cecilia pulled back and flipped her hair to one side, looking down at him beneath her. “Belongs in MOMA,” she murmured.

“Hm?” Gwilym’s eyes snapped open.

“It’s what I say when I see a piece of modern art,” she explained, “like your face right now.”

“My face?”

Cecilia reached out and ran her fingers over his cheekbone and jaw. “Art,” she whispered.

He reached up to cup her cheek and whispered back, “Art.” Cecilia turned and kissed the palm of his hand. She sat up, reaching behind her to tug on his underwear. He got the message, reaching around her to push them off.

There was a moment of awkward fumbling while they negotiated with the condom. First they couldn’t find it, and finally found it between the couch cushions. Cecilia climbed off while he put it on, but she always felt weird during those few seconds, she just felt weird just watching, so she looked away.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

“Yeah of course,” she answered, positioning herself in his lap again. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” He smiled. “Ready when you are.”

“Okay.” Cecilia sighed. She reached down between her legs and gripped his cock, positioning the tip against her entrance before slowly sinking down, making sure not to get the angle wrong and hurt him. She watched his eyebrows crease together and his nose scrunch up as she sheathed him inside her, her fingers tingling with pleasure.

“Oh,” she murmured as he filled her, “oh wow.” His hands dug into her hips, wanting her to move but waiting for her.

“You feel so good, baby,” he murmured, watching her through half-closed eyelids.

Cecilia leaned forward, raising up slightly before sinking back down, eliciting a small moan from Gwilym’s lips. He dug his fingers into her hips, helping her establish a steady rhythm. “You wanna come again?” he asked, “gonna make yourself come on my cock, huh?”

“Mmhm, gonna come all over your cock,” she purred, bracing her hands on his shoulders as she moved up and down, grinding her clit against his pubic bone for maximum pleasure. “Fu--fuck, oh!” Her moan turned into a high pitched whine as Gwilym reached between her legs to rub her clit with his thumb, a much better method of stimulation that had her clenching around his cock.

Cecilia continued to move sporadically as her orgasm faded, and she slumped forward against his chest, tucking her chin to press her lips against his shoulder.

“You okay, baby?” he asked, pushing her hair out of his face and wrapping his arms around her, trailing his fingers over her spine.

“Mmhm,” she murmured, “tired.”

“You wanna stop?”

“No,” she shook her head against his neck, “no.” She sat up again. Gwilym was smiling up at her. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re making this face like,” he laughed, “like you really don’t wanna be on top anymore.” He stuck out his lower lip, imitating her pout. “It’s cute. You’re cute.” He tightened his grip on her thighs. “Hang on.” Grunting with the effort, he stood up and flipped her on her back. Cecilia grabbed his neck, feeling like she’d fall, but she didn’t, she was safely against the cushions and he was above her.

“You’re spry for an old man,” she teased, grinning up at him. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“And you’re gonna get it now.” Gwilym grabbed Cecilia’s leg and wrapped it around his waist, beginning to fuck her at a pace that had her eyes rolling back in her head.

“Oh Christ,” she moaned as his head dropped with effort, his lips on her neck. His mouth was soft against her skin, but that’s not what she wanted. “Teeth,” she muttered in his ear, “you can use your teeth. Leave me a bruise to admire in the morning.” She whimpered as his teeth dug into her skin, wiggling beneath him as he sucked harshly on her neck. Her fingers dug into his back, but her nails were too short to cause any lasting damage.

Their bodies moved together, now slick with sweat from the exertion. When Cecilia leaned up to gently bite Gwilym’s shoulder, she could taste the sweet saltiness on his skin. She rocked her hips up to meet every thrust, her glutes and hamstrings engaging. She would definitely be sore in the morning, but getting fucked this well was so worth it. It was such a rare occurrence. Two orgasms and no blowjob required. In her book, she could call that a success.

“Gwil?” she asked after he hadn’t spoken in awhile.

“Hm?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he slowed and lifted his head to look at her. “Why?”

“You stopped communicating so I got worried,” she explained.

“Oh sorry,” he smiled. “I was actually sort of working up the nerve to ask you to do something.”

“Whatever it is, it can’t be more embarrassing than me having to admit I like being bitten,” she laughed, reaching up to run her fingers over the mark on his neck, “and biting people.”

Gwilym shook his head. “I guess not.”

“What is it?” she asked, cupping his face in her hands.

“I kind of just want you to,” he paused. “Talk to me.”

“What kind of talk?” Cecilia asked, keeping her expression neutral. “Dirty talk, degradation, praise--”

“Praise,” he interrupted. “That one.” He seemed grateful that she had said it first.

“Okay,” she said gently, pulling him in for a kiss as they built up their rhythm again before breaking it so she could speak softly in his ear. “You’re so good, baby,” she murmured. “Feel so good inside me, making me come so well.” He bit her shoulder gently and her stomach fluttered. “It’s your turn, now,” she urged. “You’re so wonderful. You deserve to feel good too. Wanna make you feel so good, wanna feel you come inside me, please--”

He reached for her hand, wrapping his fingers around hers, and pulled back to meet her gaze. It was a lot easier to talk to him when she could see his face. “Hi honey,” she purred, “how are you?”

“Mmhm,” he hummed, he was concentrating. Cecilia knew that face well, the face one makes when they’re on the verge of coming, they’re so close, they just need one little push. She voluntarily squeezed her muscles around him, eliciting a low moan from his lips that was the sexist sound ever to make its way to her ears, and he stilled. Cecilia reached up and pressed her lips against his, waiting for him to kiss her back.

He did, just briefly, then pulled away from her. She was cold without him, soaked in sweat, but he was back quickly enough, scooping her up and settling her on his lap. She leaned her head on his shoulder and watched his carotid artery pulse rhythmically, until it got too slow for her to see anymore. Her eyelids fluttered.

“Hey,” he nudged her cheek with his nose, “don’t fall asleep. Get dressed and I’ll drive you home.” But neither of them moved. Cecilia knew this had to be a one-time encounter, but she had thoroughly enjoyed it. She didn’t want her time with him to end.

“Hey,” she repeated his tone, cupping his face and turning him back to her, “you kicking me out?” She kissed him deeply, seemingly a sigh of relief for both of them.

He pulled away, just a small distance and smiled. “Stay as long as you want. Office hours are your time, not mine.”

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[floralfloyd]

A Field of Flowers Chapter 13- Samuel Castell

A cool Summer’s breeze rustled the stems that grew tautly out of the ground, creating vast colours as far as the eye could see and sweet smells that carried to one's nostrils.  

Castell Meadow was now full built. One of the colonies first two floored homes and its inhabitants were more than happy.  

Once Samuel received the news that his wife was with child, his work began to create the family home in which they would move to. It was homey and had all the privacy the Castell’s should need.

Cries carried in the wind on an early summer's morning, cries of a life born into a new world and to two loving parents.

Lucille, exhausted and laden in sweat, lay amongst the covers as she cradled the small babe in her arms. Her husband, teary eyed and by her side as he looked down upon the small form, swaddled in a shawl. Doctor Priestly washed his equipment in a pale of water, leaving the new family to bond.

“She’s gorgeous, I am so, so, so proud of you, Luci.” The recorder placed a soft kiss on his wife's sticky forehead “You are strong.”

Turning her attention from the small infant, the brunette gazed up at the ocean blue eyes that she never ceased to fall more in love with. A weak an exhausted smile graced her lips as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck.  

“That she is, her eyes are as blue as yours, my darling and her skin so soft.” her thumb gently caressed the babe's cheek “We need a name, something sweet but also honouring. I wish to name her after your mother”

Samuel pondered at the thought, more tears of happiness sliding down his cheeks before gathering in his neatly trimmed beard. “What a beautiful suggestion, sweetheart” his gaze returned to his daughter “Welcome to the world Isabell Castell”

As a yawn left Lucille’s lips, Samuel gently took a hold of Isabell to allow his wife to rest. After all, she had been in labour for almost twelve hours and was exhausted.  

Gently rocking the infant, he moved to look out the window and across the field that was once empty, a field that had now become a home to his family. The new day was just beginning, the sun was rising and now a new life would be the talk of the town.  

As news spread, many flocked to the Castell’s home, some baring gifts and others in wonder about the latest addition to their colony.  

Lady Yeardley was especially captivated with the gift from god that was bestowed on Samuel and Lucille Castell, who in turn couldn’t be any happier with being new parents.  

The sunset as Lucille sat on the front steps of her home, Isabell bundled in a soft pink shawl and safely cradled in her arms.  

“My darling Belle, I promise to protect you from all that is bad in this world” she whispered softly as she gazed down at the sleeping infant “I’m more than certain your father will do the same. Although you haven’t been here a full day, you already have him wrapped around your tiny finger. He’s a wonderful man and the most amazing husband”

She looked across the field to where Samuel was lighting a fire before lovingly gazing back down at her daughter. “Maybe one day when you’re older, I’ll tell you how we met but the one thing I can tell you now is that I knew from the moment my eyes met his, I knew he was the one, just like the moment I first laid eyes on you, I fell in love all over again”  

The babe as if she was listening to her mother's word, made a soft noise before snuggling closer into Lucille’s chest.  

Samuel smiled as he occasionally glanced up from his task of lighting the pit fire to look at his wife and child. His world finally felt complete. From the moment he planted his feet on the settlement, the recorder knew that he wanted to one day have a family of his own, that he would love and cherish.  

All that was once dampened when Jocelyn jilted his propositions of marriage and family but soon the fire was relit when he met Lucille. Even if they didn’t dare have another, he was at peace with his beautiful Belle. Samuel vowed from the moment his daughter came into the world that he’d move God’s own Earth for her.  

Crackling embers radiated from the pit. A warm soft glow, illuminating its surroundings, its heat making the warm summer evening comfortable and not too hot.  

Mistress Castell joined her husband by the fire, her skirt flouncing over the logs that they sat on. Isabell remained fast asleep as her parents looked on in awe.  

Samuel wrapped an arm around his wife before placing a gentle kiss on her temple. “How are my two beautiful girls?”  

“She’s been fast asleep since I fed her and I’m still slightly exhausted” she spoke softly as she snuggled into his side “I can’t help but watch her. Every twitch and movement just seem to melt my heart.”

“I know exactly what you mean, love. I’m the happiest man in the whole of Virginia and the luckiest in the world to have you both in my life.” His thumb gently caressed the child’s chubby cheeks “I love you, Mistress Castell”

“And I love you, Master Castell” she whispered as she leaned up, softly nuzzling her nose against his before her lips met his in a loving kiss.  

With the sunset and the stars out, the day ended. A day of new beginnings and a new found love. Samuel and Lucille were very much in love with Isabell, who they had decided to call Belle for short.  

As the fire's embers began to die away, Luci gently lay the sleeping infant in her bassinet by her bed. Exhaustion and fatigue taking over. Her husband's strong arms wrapped around her, whisking her away to her dreams in a safe haven that smelled of tobacco and jasmine.  

Time would only tell what Jamestown had in store for the Castell’s.

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[borhap-au]

Girlfriend on a period. Gwilym Lee fanfic.

You were sitting in your room all by yourself, not wanting to see anyone. You were actually hiding under the quilt, with your phone, craving snacks. It was one of those days. And for exactly that reason you couldn’t stand anyone’s presence. Your family knew not to bother you. They knew how annoyed you were on your period. But there was one person ”new” enough not to know it. Gwilym.

He was your boyfriend for just a few weeks, and he generally managed not to see you on those days, you were both busy, so you were just texting. And over a text you always managed to be nice and funny as always. But you couldn’t control your face expressions and the tone of your voice in anyone’s presence. So when he came to your house without a warning, your mother advised him to come back home.

”What is it, ma'am? Is she mad at me?” he asked her concerned.

”No, no, don’t worry about it, Gwilym. She’s just... Having those days. She doesn’t usually like seeing anyone then. Not even her friends come here when she’s moody” he chuckled quietly.

”Don’t worry, ma'am. Maybe she won’t bite me” he joked and your mom opened the door to let him in.

”You’re coming in here at your own risk” she joked, but he shook his head.

“Not yet, ma'am. I wasn’t prepared. I’ll be back soon” he said and walked away while your mother looked at him surprised, but then closed the door and shrugged it off.

Meanwhile your mom went to your room to warn you in a way that you’re going to have visitors. She knocked on your door and came in.

“Yeah?” you muttered from under the quilt.

“Gwilym came by” you immediately panicked. You weren’t looking right for a new boyfriend to look at you. “He said he’s going to come back soon.”

You stuck your head out of your hiding and looked around. He really wasn’t here. You sighed with relief and put the quilt away. You were still in your pajamas.

“Did he say when he’s going to be back?” you asked your mom, looking through your clothes.

“No, he didn’t. But I would suspect a few minutes, twenty tops” you nodded and she put a few of your things into the drawers, to help you clean the room for a visitor, while you went to the bathroom to dress yourself in some jeans and a hoodie. It was not a day to look fancy. You didn’t wash your hair, so you made a ponytail and applied some foundation on your face. You didn’t even have the strength to do anything else.

When you came back to your room, you tidied your room fast and then waited. Two or three minutes later, Gwilym was at your door with flowers and a bag from a store.

“Hey” he smiles and kisses your lips. You kissed him back and smiled lightly. Even in your current condition, it was still nice to see your boyfriend. His sweet face made you forgot about the awful pain for some time.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I found out about your current state” you rolled your eyes and smiled a bit.

“Yeah, my mom told me she let you know. I apologize in advance if I will be moody or snarky” he smiled widely at your comment, as if it was very funny to him. You were sure he didn’t laugh only because he thought you would be mad at him for it.

“It’s alright. I got you a few things” he said and reached for the bag. You raised your brow.

“’Things’? What do you mean ‘things’? You weren’t supposed to buy me anything. And the flowers would really be enough” you protested. You liked little gifts, but also felt bad when he spent any money on you.

“Don’t worry about it. Here” smiled and officially gave you the flowers. You took them and stood up to put them in a vase.

“Those are really beautiful. I love them. Thank you” you smiled to him. “I’ll be right back” and you went to the bathroom to get some water for the plants and short after you came back. Gwilym was smiling at you and tapped the place on the bed next to him.

“Come back here. This isn’t the end yet” you sighed and put the vase away. Then you went to sit next to him and looked at him biting your lip. “Make a basket of your hands” you did that. “Well, I wasn’t really sure what you need, so here you are” he put tampons and a few different kinds of pads in your hands. You chuckled.

“Thank you. That’s really thoughtful of you. I appreciate that” you put those gifts on your bedside table. “I’m sure they’ll be useful.”

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you were very happy to have a boyfriend who isn’t scared to buy tampons or pads. Some men avoid that section in a shop as if they could get period there themselves. You were glad Gwil was beyond that.

“Good then, I’m glad. And here” he gave you chocolate. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“You will be eating it as well” you warned him.

“Alright. And those” he gave you some painkillers.

“Oh, this is a wonderful gift. I needed them so much today and they were none at home. Thank you. Really” you hugged him tightly and he hugged you back, petting your head.

“I’m glad I could help somehow. I know this is pretty basic, I’m not too creative with the choice, but my uncle always used to say that if you buy those things to a woman on her period, that would make her happy. And I wanted to make you happy. I really hope it worked” you smiled widely and kissed him. He obviously kissed you back.

“Yes, it worked. It’s great, thank you, honey” you pet his cheek. Later on you started talking about everything and anything and it actually made you forget about the pain for a while. And as soon as you felt stronger pain, you took the painkillers he brought you.

He was sitting with his back against the headpost of your bed, while you were sitting between his legs, leaning on him. He massaged your abdomen to help you get a relief from the pain. He also planted little kisses on you cheek, neck and shoulder. As soon as the pain stopped, he moved his hands to pet the side of your body, your hand, your head. He was caressing you gently, making sure you felt good, but not crossing any lines that would make you feel uncomfortable during this time. Later on, he suggested watching a movie. You chose Disney. During your period, you only watched Disney. Or Hanna-Barbera.

“But I’m warning you now. I’m definitely going to cry” he smiled a bit hiding his lips in your hair.

“Then I’ll hug you tightly to make sure you’re alright again” and that was the exact moment you thought that maybe having a visitor during period isn’t that bad. Especially since your boyfriend was goals.

“You know what I’m thankful for? That you don’t make fun of me, like a lot of boys do when their girlfriends are on their period” you smiled a bit to him.

“Honey, I’m an adult. And I do agree, men should me more understanding towards girls during those days. I don’t know how much pain you feel, but honestly, having to feel that for three, five days? Having to check your trousers every now and then? Being mad or sad without other reason than hormones freaking out? And all of that to one day make an entire human being from a scratch. Darling, women are the real superheros to me. You are my personal Capitan Marvel” you were blushing so hard you needed to hug him and hide your face from him. 

“You are amazing. Thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything. You are the hero here” he smiled and kissed your head.

[rogerina-yee-haw]

Gwilym Lee - NSFW Alphabet

a/n: hey!!! since I'm working my butt off at uni and can't upload that huge ass chapter of "at least I'm one", I decided to spend my time writing another stuff about Gwil. hope you enjoy!! <3 this is based on my imagination and purely on the image of gwil I have in my head as one smart person on this website said "sir this is my emotional support male celebrity that I direct my whole attraction towards as he is highly idolized and cannot hurt me"

warnings: smut, cursing

this is bad I'm so sorry

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Gwil is super cuddly, especially after sex. He usually helps you to clean up and then pulls you closer, so that his arms are wrapped around you and your back is pressed against his chest. He kisses your neck, whispers how much he loves and adores you, and doesn't stop until you fall asleep.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)

He loves every piece of you. He loves the way your tits bounce when you're riding him, how your ass jiggles when he's pounding into you from behind, the way your fingers tug on his hair when he's eating you out and how your legs are wrapped around his waist when he pinnes you against the wall...He worships and admires every part of your body (ugh somebody get me a Gwilym).

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically … I’m a disgusting person)

As he's usually wearing a condom, he likes to come inside of you. If unprotected sex happens, he comes either on your ass or on your boobs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He wants to try threesome, but he would never tell you about it (unless you talk about it first)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's pretty much experienced. He didn't have like loads of partners, but certainly had a good amount of them to know what he's doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

You and Gwil always try different positions, and his favorite are:

When you are riding him, so that he can squeeze your boobs non-stop and kiss all over your face, neck and chest

When you're under him, and your bodies are so close that you even breathe each other

And when he's fucking your from behind, as your ass jiggles, and he smacks it; hearing you moaning in pleasure as he does that makes him go wild

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Sometimes sex with Gwil is really soft and fluffy, and he cracks up jokes constantly, making you giggle. He just loves seeing you happy, so he does everything to see the smile on your face.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps it trimmed down there.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Gwil loves you to no end. He's very romantic and sweet with you, and the sex is always filled with "I love yous" and steamy eye contact. He praises your body, kisses every part of you and just enjoys touching and making love to you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he's away filming, he jacks off, your pictures and memories of being with you help him greatly.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Our Tree Man has some kinks:

Praise kink. He loves hearing you say how good he makes you feel and how much you love him. Your sweet whispers get him going further and harder (as much as you like)

Spanking. You both didn't know you were into it until once Gwil smacked your ass a little too hard and you let out a loud moan after that. It leads to you ocassionaly lying on his lap on your stomach and him spanking you, saying the filthiest things you've ever heard.

Breeding kink. It's not as if Gwil tries to impregnate you, but the idea of you having his babies drives him wild.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Gwilym loves having you pinned against the wall anywhere, but his favorite place to devour you is the bedroom. But it doesn't mean that you don't have sex on every surface in your house.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything that you do. Starting from you sitting on a couch in your tee-shirt and sweatpants eating chips and laughing at some stupid TV-show and ending with you seductively looking at him and biting your lip while you lay in bed in sexy lingerie.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Anything that would make you or him uncomfortable or hurt both of you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Gwil loves both. He enjoys giving, when you are nothing but a mess and he brings you over the edge with just with his tongue; and he loves receiving as well, when you sick him off nice and slowly.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually the sex with Gwil is slow and sensual, filled with butterfly kisses and sweet nothings whispered to each other. But when you fight sometimes, the make up sex is fast and rough, with ripping clothes, hair pulling and leaving lovebites all over each other's chests and necks. It also includes Gwil rawing you from behind, slamming into you mercilessly, grabbing your hips and spanking you, while you moan and scream his name in pleasure.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Gwil loves having proper sex more, but as he is always busy quickies are much needed. The craziest quickie you had was in a public restroom in a restaurant after not seeing each other for three months; the sex was fast and sloppy, but very good.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Gwil is never against experimenting if this is something that you want.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)

Look, Gwil is tol and big™, and he can certainly last longer. I'd say 2-3 rounds, sometimes more, when you're both too greedy and needy for each other and can't even thinking about falling asleep without fucking one another's brains out.

T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

I don't think he owns any toys, but if you do, he won't be against using them on you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, this man is fond of teasing you. Gwil loves seeing you clinging onto him, begging him to fuck you. He enjoys seeing you breathing heavily with your eyes closed as you try to pretend like you're not on the edge of your orgasm.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He usually grunts, growls and sometimes, when you ride him, moans loudly (it turns you on crazily btw)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

It's not really wild but he has a slight daddy kink. When the word "daddy" slipped from your mouth while he was rawing you mercilessly, he almost busted a nut right then and there. It really turns him on hearing you say that and, even though he won't admit it, he tries everything that is in his power to make you say it more often.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's a bit larger than average.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

As I said, everything about you turns him on, so his sex drive is always high.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He usually falls asleep after you do. Sometimes when he's overwhelmed with something and you two lay down in bed, with his head on your chest and your fingers in his hair, he falls asleep very quickly, feeling safe and sound in your embrace.

[queensdivas]

I FINISHED THE GREAT LAST NIGHT!

Whose ready for some Grigor Dymov!!!!

Will it disrupt any other fics I’ve been working on? Nope. I’m waiting for an artist to get done so that I may post the next chapter of Wildest Notes.

Will it be smutty? Well of course!!! You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t watch the show! Smutty and lusty!!!

Is it going to be cliche? Hell no!!! Original and storyline being written as I type this!!! Heck yeah!!!

Y’all ready!!!!

If you liked to be tagged please let me know and it should be out sometime soon!

ITS UP GO GO GO

Chapter 1

[walking-true-to-style]

Duality of Man

[wewillwriteyou]

Crazy Little Thing Called Love || Chapter 8

A few elements from the main plot: A fine line falls between fiction and reality: what starts as a musical slowly becomes a game-changer. Tables will turn and it will get clear as the sun that the only unstoppable power in life … is love.

Summary Chapter 8: Alex’s shield has definitively fallen and all of her feelings towards Ben are exposed. She’s tired to pretend and, after a disastrous morning at the rehearsals, she decides to go and talk with him. But things are going to take an unexpected turn. 

Word count: 4.7k+

Warnings: SMUT! (protected sex and graphic descriptions) in the second half of the chapter - Please read it only if you’re 18+; a little bit of Angst and some language here and there 

A/N: Things get spicy in this chapter, folks 🌶 and everything gets even more complicated! Brace yourselves, and enjoy the ride on this rollercoaster of feelings🎢🙈

Sunday, 1 December 2019 

Once she was in his arms, nothing mattered anymore. Everything was blurred and distant. The only words she could hear were ‘You make me feel alive’, repeated again. And again.

“Cut! – Joe shouted, massaging his left temple – Sarah, how many times did I tell you? Your place is on the right, over there,” he added, getting up from his seat and walking closer to the stage.

“It’s not that simple! Elizabeth is my reference point, I lose my position when she’s missing” the girl talked back.

Joe sighed and his eyes caught the growing smirk on Lucy’s face, who was waiting for her moment to enter the scene.

“Do you find it funny? – he asked the blonde – that’s why you’re smiling, uh?”

Lucy shrugged and crossed her arms on the chest, stating:

“I just think that, if you’d cast me as the main princess, you wouldn’t have all these problems now. I’ve never missed a rehearsal, unlike a certain person”

“Unlike a certain person” Denise mocked her, not raising her head from the piece of paper she was reading. Alex who was sat down next to her laughed a little bit aloud and pushed her friendly with her shoulder.

“Shhh, they’ll hear you,” she whispered in her ear, keeping her eyes lowered as well while she was re-reading her lines.  

“I don’t care. I can’t stand that girl, for real. Look at her – she said, making Alex look up for a moment; Lucy was strutting around the stage, putting a little too much emphasis in her words – does she think we’re on Broadway or something? Jesus, calm your spirits girl”

Alex giggled again and scrolled her head, going back to study her part.

Denise raised her eyebrow in confusion when Lucy fell on her knees pretending to cry giving an exaggerated amount of pathos to the scripted action and sighed aloud turning her attention towards Alex.

“How’s Liz?” she asked, lowering her voice.

“Better. She needs some more time alone, I guess” Alex replied, not looking into the insistent gaze Denise was reserving her.

“’twas quite a blow for her. All the Gwil’s situation, I mean” Denise commented, diverting her attention to the stage again.

Alex nodded.

“Yes. It honestly kills me seeing her like that, I wish I could do something to help,” she added, while she was highlighting a few keywords on her paper.

Denise clicked her tongue against her front teeth and abandoned her shoulders against the back of the seat.

“If I know her well, and I do, she just needs to be alone for a few days as you said. The only thing you can do is hugging her tight; she’s that kind of girl who in moments like this needs more physical affection than encouraging words”

Alex nodded along, rotating her head to look at her. Denise met her eyes and they both shared a smile, then she gazed a point behind Alex’s back and grinned.

“Look who is coming” she mischievously said.

Alex turned around and saw Ben entering the auditorium. She looked at him as he walked down the stairs and waved back when he mouthed a silent ‘hello’.

Denise smirked noticing the shy smile that was curving Alex’s lips and coughed a little to recall her attention.

“So – she started, sliding an arm behind Alex’s back when she scrolled her head and went back to stare at the papers in her hands – how are things going with Mr. Handsome?” Denise cockily asked.

Alex rolled her eyes and inclined her head towards her friend.

"Spare me those expressive eyebrows, nothing is going on and there is no Mr. Handsome”

Denise chuckled and got back to sit properly, shrugging her shoulders.

“If you say so”

“Yes, I say so” Alex talked back, winked at her while she stood up and walked closer to Joe’s table.

She tapped on his shoulder and when he raised his head to look at her, she noticed how tired he seemed. She wondered whether he was so off lately because of the amount of work, he was putting into the musical, or because of the whole Liz-Gwil thing.

She scrolled her head to cast out her thoughts, deciding it was not the right moment to ask him those kinds of questions.

“Joe, since Ben has arrived, can we try on stage our part? I have a mid-term exam in a few days and I’d like to go to the library to study as soon as possible,” she asked instead, keeping her hand pressed on his shoulder as to say ‘I’m here if you need to talk’.

“Yes, sure – he replied smiling up at her – Ben, go on stage, please. It's yours and Alex’s turn,” he added, getting up from his chair.

Alex thanked Joe and ran towards the stage. When she raised her head, she saw Ben was already standing in the middle of the scene and was staring at her.

“Scene number 4, right?” she asked aloud, once she was next to Ben and they both started to flip the pages of their script.

“Nope – Joe jumped on his feet and reached the hem of the stage – I’d like you to try the last page of the second act,” he said, flipping his paper as well.

“But I’ve never even read those pages, Joe” Alex protested, gesticulating with her left hand while she put her right one on her hip. Ben giggled at her complaining attitude.

In the meanwhile, Denise had moved in the front row and was observing the whole scene with a smirk on her face.

“I know, but it’s one of the most important scenes” Joe replied.

Alex rolled her eyes and searched for the last part of the second act. Ben let out a surprised noise when his eyes traveled to the last line of the page and, at first, Alex did not understand.

When she reached the same line, she widened her eyes.

Oh hell no. She thought.

“A kiss? Between … us? - Alex’s voice flinched a little and everyone in the auditorium turned their head towards the stage – it’s not going to happen”

“Oh yes, it is going to happen. It’ll be just a peck on the lips, ‘m not expecting you to make out in front of the whole audience – Ben chuckled a little at those words and immediately received a deadly gaze from Alex – so, now c’mon!” Joe clapped his hands and walked back to his place behind the table.

Lucy, in the meantime, had frowned her eyebrows and had started to feel jealousy filling her stomach.

Alex closed her eyes for a second, trying to calm down, but when she met Ben’s stare she knew it would have been impossible.

“’re you ready?” he asked. And, as a response, Alex looked down to the pages and an amused sigh left her lips.

“What an ironic coincidence – she stated, pointing at the first lines of the last page and walking closer to Ben who leaned down to read them too – ‘and you know why you didn’t? Because for you, love has always been just a game’, does this remind you of something?”

“Maybe. I think some random girl had said to me the same words a while ago, before melting in front of me once I had shown her my piano’s skills” Ben talked back with a flirty, low tone.

“That random girl was your powerful wifey. The sorceress of this damned musical, so you better show her some respect” Alex replied, distancing herself ready to act.

Ben licked his lips and smirked, before starting to dress the part too.

The acted part went off without a hitch, but when the kiss’ moment came, a thin layer of tension fell between them.

“And now, kiss her” Joe encouraged Ben once he had pronounced his last line and was less than an inch away from Alex’s lips.

She was staring at him with her breath trapped in her throat, while her heart was drumming hard inside her chest.

Ben lowered his head and grazed her lips, deposing not even a proper kiss on her lips. Just a fast, almost imperceptible touch that left behind a feeling of emptiness. A feeling of ‘I want more’.

He then stared in her eyes, searching for the same temptation of going deeper, but Joe’s voice interrupted the moment.

“Nope – he said, scrolling his head – that’s not enough. I know I told you ‘just a peck’, but this was … meh,” he added, stressing the last word – or better said disappointed noise.

Alex breathed heavily and Ben could read annoyance written all over her face.

“Put some effort in it, mates” Joe then winked and took only a step back remaining close to the stage’s edge.

The two went back at staring at each other and Ben tried an encouraging smile to help Alex relax. She smiled back and slightly nodded, as to say ‘okay, ‘m ready’.

He inclined his head and kissed her. Again. This time longer, but always as chaste as possible.

When they parted, the whole world faded away and for a moment, they were alone on stage. Alone in the auditorium.

Alex’s eyes kept bouncing from his eyes to his lips and, this time, Ben saw that sparkle in her dilated pupils.

That sparkle that meant ‘I don’t want more. I need it’.

Instinctiveness worked faster and before he knew it, Ben was kissing her again. This time properly, as he thought Alex deserved to be kissed.

She breathed heavily and could not help, but abandon herself in his arms. Until a voice transported them both back to life.

“Cut! Cut! – Joe shouted – that’s a little bit too much” he explained, unable to hide the amusement in his voice.

Denise immediately covered her mouth with her hands, trying to suppress her giggles, but mostly to disguise her pleasantly shocked expression. Little did she knew that what was coming would have made her stare in awe even more.

“A little too much? – Lucy shrieked walking faster to reach the stage – Ben what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Alex took several steps back, but couldn’t unlock her eyes from his. Her brain was still trying to process what had just happened and, in a moment of complete bewilderment, she turned her head to look for Denise.

The girl scrolled her shoulders and opened her mouth, unable to help Alex with just one silent exchange of expressions.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Lucy yelled again and the eyes of everyone were on her again.

“I-I … Lucy, wait” Ben replied, literally jumping down the stage when his girlfriend started to head for the door.

“Lucy, please,” he said once he had reached her and touched her shoulder, but she slapped his whole arm away.

“Don’t start with your bullshits! You disrespected me in front of everyone and you also expect me to be fine with it!” her voice so loud that it echoed in the heavy silence that was haunting the auditorium.

“I was just acting, that meant nothing,” he said, placing his palms on her arms to calm her down.

Alex’s chest ached a little at those words.

“That was not acting! – Lucy spat out – you never kiss me like that. You used to, but now you don’t anymore. And you know it” she added, lowering her voice to not let the others hear her words.

She then turned on her heels and burst the door open. Ben remained froze for a second and briefly looked back to meet Alex’s eyes, who lowered her head to shield her emotions.

He ran outside and let the auditorium’s door close behind his back.  

Suddenly all heads snapped in Alex’s direction and if she could, she would have become tiny and disappeared under the wood of the stage floor.

“Okay, everyone! Guess we’re done for today! – Denise clapped her hands and stood up from her seat – am I wrong Joe?” she added, turning to look at Joe who was paralyzed still incredulous of what had just happened.

“Ehm, yes – he said, scratching her chin – yeah, yeah. We are done. Thank you, everyone”

Saying that Joe stretched his arm towards the stage to help Alex jump down. She sadly smiled and thanked him under her voice.

Denise ran to reach them and immediately put a hand behind Alex’s back.

“Hey, are you fine?”

“A little embarrassed, but yeah, we can say I'm fine,” Alex answered nervously giggling.

Joe patted her shoulder and tried a shy smile to reassure her. Alex returned the sympathy and followed by Denise she headed to the auditorium’s exit with a mixed combination of feelings gathered inside of her.  

***

The sunset was painting long, black lines on the ceiling and Ben’s green irises were mixing themselves with the orange walls surrounding him.  

He had his eyes fixed on the void and his mind was somewhere else, stuck in the memory of the kiss he had shared with Alex on stage.

Abruptly, a few insistent knocks on the door woke him up from his trance and, with furrowed eyebrows, he stretched his back and got up from his bed to go and see who she or he was.

The surprise in his widened eyes was more than evident, when, opening the door, he saw Alex standing there with crossed arms on her chest.

“We need to talk. Can I come in?” her voice trembled a little.

Ben nodded and moved to the side to let her enter, then checked the corridor outside to make sure no one had seen her come inside.

Alex thanked him under voice and stepped into his bedroom; her eyes started to roam around the room: a canoeing trophy there on a shelf, a pair of shoes forgotten on the carpet and a cute photo of Ben with Lucy on the desk.

“Are you okay? – Ben’s voice startled her and he noticed how nervous she was – I mean, has anything happened?” he added, taking a step closer to deposit a hand on her arm.

Alex nodded and, opening her mouth to answer, she rotated her head and noticed Rami’s bed was empty.

“Where is he?” she asked, indicating the unoccupied spot with a movement of her chin. Ben followed her gaze and shrugged.

“’s somewhere in the library with a few friends to study for an exam – and saying that, he walked towards his own bed and sat down on the mattress – why?” he chuckled, not quite understanding what Rami had to do with them now.

Alex caressed her arm, where, a few seconds before, Ben had placed his palm and shrugging her head, she reached Ben’s bed and sat down next to him.

“I needed to know if we’d be alone for a while,” she earnestly answered, but kept her eyes focused on the floor. Ben stared at her lowered profile and, even if half of her face was hidden, he could tell there was something wrong.

He moved a little closer and their knees touched, while their shoulders brushed against one another.

“Alex, look at me – Ben said, placing two of his fingers under her chin – what happened? What did I do to upset you this much? Because don’t try to lie: I know it’s my fault”

She inclined her head a little to shift away Ben’s digits from her face and inhaled sharply.

“I didn’t come here to argue or to accuse you. I came here because I need to know the truth – her voice came out cold and distant, but she finally turned her head and looked into  Ben’s eyes – I need to know if … all of this, between us, does exist only in my head. I need to know if you were being honest when you said that kiss meant nothing to you”

All her feelings. All her insecurities. Everything was exposed and, even if she tried to, Alex could not stop the tears that started to pool in her eyes.

Ben promptly pulled her to his chest and hugged her tightly, while Alex let herself go, and sobbed hiding her face in his t-shirt.

He then cupped one of her cheeks and dried some of her tears with his thumb. He lowered his head to kiss the tip of her nose, then her forehead, before placing his other palm on the other half of her face.

“That kiss meant the world to me, Alex” Ben finally admitted.

To his great surprise, Alex inched forward and kissed him. The tears had made her lips salty, while her hands were warm and smooth against Ben’s neck.

He hummed and slowly encircled her body to keep her as close as possible.

They felt the tension disappear and for once, they were alone. For real. No eyes watching them. No fears. Just them, their lips and their short breaths.

Gradually, a kiss after the other, Alex found herself straddling Ben's lap who had stretched his legs on the bed and kept his hands firmly on her lower back.

When Alex’s hips stirred a little too fast, Ben could not contain a low groan that echoed in his throat. They parted from each other and Ben found himself blushing until the tip of his ears.

“’m sorry, I tried to hold it back” he embarrassedly chuckled and loosened the grip of his hands, but before he could move them away Alex stopped him.

Ben held his breath while Alex slowly guided his palms until they were perfectly pressed on her waists.

“Don’t be sorry” she then whispered. She inclined her head and paused her lips a millimeter away from Ben’s.

Looking at him under the lashes, she rolled her hips again and admired Ben twisting his features in a desperate attempt to hide another moan.

“Don’t hold back,” Alex breathed out with trembling voice, as she felt his hands squeeze harder on the skin of her hips.

When his growing bulge met her jeans-clothed core, they both let out a hushed sigh and their foreheads leaned against one another.

“Alex … I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back any longer, to be honest," Ben admitted, gently caressing her thighs.

“Then don’t, Ben. I’m tired of pretending I don’t want this with you” she replied cupping his face and caressing his cheeks with her thumbs.

“Are you sure?” Ben could feel his heart galloping inside his chest. Alex grinned and adjusted herself on his lap to put her arms behind his neck.

“Put it like that: I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling again in my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you,” she said smirking

“Dirty Dancing? Really?” Ben chuckled, but his smile faded away when he saw that, in response, Alex had nodded and raised her arms in the air waiting for him to remove her t-shirt.

With a serious face, Ben slowly rolled the fabric above her head and threw it on the ground.

Alex flushed and shyly smiled, while she grabbed the edge of his tee and Ben did not hesitate to take it off.

Soon their lips found their way again and it did not take any longer for both of their pants to go and meet their t-shirts already abandoned on the floor.

With a series of clumsy movements followed by chuckles and giggles, Alex lied down on the mattress and Ben towered her as he started to kiss her neck.

“Fuck” she muttered when he nibbled at the skin of her shoulder. Ben’s lips curved into a mischievous smirk and he playfully took the bra strap between his teeth.

Alex observed the whole scene under her lashes and let him slowly remove the last apparel that was still covering the upper part of her body.

Ben took his time to admire her perky breasts now completely exposed to his eyes; he gently caressed the skin of her hips and Alex laughed a little.

“You can touch them if you want” she joked and Ben blushed like a thirteen-year-old.

“Screw you,” he answered wiggling his nose. He gently kissed the space between her boobs and then rolled his tongue around her left nipple.

Alex arched her back and squeezed the sheets into two fists, closing her eyes in pleasure.

Ben grinned and, while he moved his lips to her right breast, he started to play with the waistband of her panties. When Alex noticed, she let her hands slip on his back and began to lower his boxers as well.

“Someone’s eager” Ben flirted, facing her again.

“You know, I would like to finish this before Rami comes back,” she answered, replacing his fingers with hers and taking her underwear off, once and for all.

Ben opened his mouth while a shocked smirk was curving his lips.

“’re so fucking hot, you should be illegal!” he mumbled kissing her again and removing his boxers too, finally freeing his erection.

Alex’s chuckles mixed themselves with her moans when Ben's boner hit her inner thigh.  

“Condom?” Alex tried to form a complete sentence, but only one word left her mouth. Ben nodded and stretched his arm to reach the nightstand.

He opened the silver package with his teeth and Alex laughed a little bit, receiving a questioning gaze from him.

“Nothing, you’re such a cliché” she joked, but her eyes never left his hands as he rolled the condom on his length.

“What do you mean?” Ben asked out of breath, as he positioned himself between her legs.

“Opening the condom with your teeth, as in the best rom-com for horny teenagers,” Alex replied giggling and caressing his face. Ben rolled his eyes and, as he leaned down to kiss her, the tip of his cock brushed against Alex’s entrance, making both of them groan.

“Are you ready?” Ben stuttered, feeling his muscles burn because of all the tension.

“Yes,” Alex replied, putting her legs around his hips and pushing him down with her heels pressed on his butt. Ben moaned just above her ear, finally slowly thrusting into her.

A sigh of relief left both of their mouths as they remained still for a moment to get used to the new feeling of being this close to each other.

Ben kept sliding into her until he had filled her completely, receiving a high-pitched squeak in response, while her legs lost the grip and fell wide open on the mattress, giving him even more access.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight baby,” he muttered, breathing on her neck. Alex clenched around his cock at those words, making Ben groan in pleasure.

“Please Ben, move” she tried to say between the moans, tapping on his shoulder after she felt a peak of pain growing in her lower area.

He pulled out, just to sink in a moment later starting to move his hips. Alex's lips opened wide, as she found herself almost shouting his name out in pleasure. Ben bit the skin of her shoulder when he heard her moaning his name like that.

“Alexandra, you’ll be the death of me” he splattered, kissing her hungrily and letting his tongue caress hers eagerly. She groaned in his mouth at the sound of his voice pronouncing her full name.

Her palms pressed on his butt and her hips left the mattress to meet his in a desperate attempt to have him even closer. Ben hissed and put his hands on her lower back to keep her pelvis glued against his groin.

Ben was moving faster and deeper after each thrust until the tip of his cock hit a spot inside Alex, who gasped arching her back and gave him the chance to attach his lips around her hard nipples.

“Ben” she moaned once more when her back met the bed again. The way she was saying his name would have been enough for him to come undone immediately.

“’m so close” Alex whispered and Ben slowed down.

He wanted her to last as long as possible to have the chance to admire her for some minutes more. She sighed, adapting to this new slow pace, that gave her the chance to enjoy every inch of his length now buried deep inside of her.

His lips soon found their place on her neck again, sucking on her soft spot under her left ear as her fingers massaged his scalp.

Ben’s body was pressed against hers, as he began to roll his hips faster again.

Alex was running out of breath and her hands were frenetically touching every inch of his muscular back.

When she felt Ben twitching inside of her, Alex arched her back and loudly moaned in pure bliss, reaching her climax.

Ben kept thrusting hard into her and, as she was letting the orgasm hit her whole body, he reached his high as well, groaning Alex’s name and repeating it as if it was the only thing he knew.    

He kept moving his hips with erratic movements until Alex squeezed hard on his shoulders as a signal that she was too oversensitive to bear his sloppy thrusts. Ben immediately stopped, collapsing on her body.

Alex caressed his sweaty hair and sighed in relief as if the weight of the whole world had finally left her shoulders.

Ben raised his head and smiled, meeting her lips for one last lazy kiss. Then, he removed the condom, rested his head between her breasts again, and let her lull him for a little while.

Even in a heavenly moment like that, Alex’s mind was working fast and hundreds of scenarios and thoughts were crowding her subconscious. All the confusion found its way into four simple words:

“It will be hard”

Ben furrowed his eyebrows and raised his head to look at her.

“What?”

“I was thinking – Alex started, wiggling a little to seat herself on the mattress; Ben caught the message and kneeled in front of her to let her rest her back against the headboard – it will be hard to talk with Lucy. Because we have to talk with her,” she said, covering her body with the white sheets.

Ben’s face turned pale and he nervously coughed, as he absentmindedly nodded getting up and putting on his boxers again. He then sat on the bed again and caressed his face with the palms of his hands.

Alex’s heartbeat increased and she started to feel as if the worst of the storms were gathering above their heads.

“Ben – she said quite loudly – you know we can’t hide this right? I don’t want to be the third wheel, nor a one-periodical-night stand”

No answer.

Alex widened her eyes and, as fast as light, she sneaked out the sheets and started to get dressed again.

“Where are you going?” Ben finally spoke, getting up from the bed. As a response, Alex took his t-shirt and threw it on his face.

“Away from you. Far fucking away from you,” she coldly shouted.

“Why are you angry, now?”

“Because that fucking silence is already an answer: you’re not gonna tell her, right? You’re not gonna break up with her. Am I wrong?” she yelled just an inch away from his face with her index finger pointed against his chest.

Ben muttered a few garbled sounds and that hurt Alex harder than a slap in the face would have.

“You are disgusting and you should be ashamed of yourself! I should be ashamed of myself because I let you had what you wanted! God, what a dumbass I am!” Alex cried out, nervously caressing her forehead.

“Alex, listen-“Ben started, but she pushed him away and headed towards the door.

“Don’t talk to me ever again! I don’t want to see your face anymore!” she sobbed and, in one last desperate attempt to stop her, Ben grabbed her wrist with his fingers. Slapping his hand away, Alex hit the photo of him and Lucy that fell on the ground.

Everything happened too fast: pieces of glass spread on the floor and the door of the room swung open. Rami appeared on the doorway.

“Hey Alex – he greeted her with a smile, then noticed the tears on her face, the photo at her feet and a half-naked Ben behind her back – what happened?” he asked, concerned.

“Your friend is a fucking asshole, that’s what happened – Alex responded – excuse me, Rami,” she then added, getting out of the room at a brisk pace.

Hot tears were blurring her eyes and the damned weight came back heavier on her shoulders. She felt like disappearing.

And, for a moment, she wished she could have vanished for real.

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Are you drunk ::: Brian May (II)

Pairing: Brian May x OC!Adeline

Summary: Adeline and Brian are best friends who have feelings for each other. One day, she confesses her feelings for Brian and he turns it all into a huge mess.

Word count: 2472

Warnings: Swearing and smoking. Again, I don’t know if the latter is actually a warning, but it’s there just in case?

Notes: Okay, part two is up! Hope you like it? Feedback is always appreciated!

Part 1 / Part 3 are here!

Masterlist is here!

Adeline pushed her body up in the couch, sitting up and dragging the covers behind her with her movement. Her head spinning as tough she had just been punched hard, which, in fact, would be better than that humiliation. She closed her eyes, her hands pressing against them while she tried to hold back the tears. Never have she thought Brian would react in such harsh manner.

“I’m not, Brian,” she mumbled, suddenly aware of the anger running through her veins.

Brian intensely watched her silhouette, gnawing on the inside of his cheeks. His heart skipped several beats and he shifted on the couch once again, but that time Adeline got up. Her feet touched the cold floor again and the sensation of it against her skin made shivers run up her spine. The yellow light from the street lamps around her didn’t bore any poetic meaning anymore. It wasn’t beautiful.

Silence. She turned to him, eyes slightly red from all the strength to hold back the tears. For a long second, they stared at each other, trying to figure out what to do. Adeline felt humiliated and sadness was what she was all about.

“Yes, you are,” Brian broke the silence, insisting on making it all worse with those words. “You can’t just say you love me.”

Adeline wanted nothing else than to disappear. Everything was going severely wrong. She should never have said those words. Never. She turned away from him and blinked, wiping a few tears that had escaped her eyes. The emotional pain slowly turned into physical pain, her stomach churned and her head pounded strongly.

“Guess I’m sober enough to know what these words mean, Brian. They mean I’m in love with you. What else did you expect?”

“This isn’t right,” he insisted.

Adeline exhaled heavily and a nervous laugh escaped her lips. She never thought she would be rejected like this. Not like this. Never like this. By the way, what did she expect from Brian? He never really accepted the love he deserved. What would have been different this night?

“It is what it is, Brian. Why can’t you accept it?” her pained voice echoed around the room.

“Adeline, you’re drunk! You’ve just thrown up on the sidewalk!”

“I’m not drunk, Brian! Not as bad as before!” she snapped, shaking her head, tears glossing her eyes, her nails pressed against the skin of her palms almost slashing it open. This was so wrong. “God… I’m leaving. I feel so embarrassed, Brian.”

It seemed her head was about to explode when she stormed out of the apartment, leaving her damp clothes behind, only dragging her heavy coat behind her. The pain rose from up to down and sideways, obliging her to close her eyes, pressing her eyelids together. She leaned against the stair wall and let a strangled cry escape from her lips. When she reached the street, she noticed the faint clear blue on the sky horizon, which was peppered by a few dark clouds, remaining of the rain. The Sun would be rising soon.

Brian knew he should run after Adeline and turn that messy situation into a fairytale. He would scream her name and beg for pardon, telling her she had been right all the time. They would kiss in the middle of the street wearing pajamas, the Sun rising above their heads and adding a mystic orange light to the scenario. He wouldn’t, though. It wasn’t going to be that poetic. Not today. He stayed behind, feet planted to the cold living room ground, eyes staring at the closed apartment door.

Adeline reached the nearest telephone cabin, pulling a few coins from her coat pocket and dialing Roger’s number.

“R-Rog?”

“Who’s this?” Roger’s sleepy and raspy voice reached the girl’s ear.

“It’s Adeline. Listen, can you pick me up at Brian’s? I’m calling from the telephone cabin down the street. Please.”

Roger didn’t need to ask why, at least not now. He knew by the girl’s tone that something was wrong.

“Yeah, yeah. Sure,” he hurriedly answered. “I’ll be right there. Give me ten minutes?”

“Thank you,” she whispered and swallowed her tears again.

The street was empty and the chilly morning air engulfed her body. She pulled the coat closer to her body in a failed attempt to warm her body. She reached the gutter of the sidewalk once again and sat there, observing her surroundings. The cars parked bore a thin layer of water and the asphalt was darker than when dry. She hoped Brian wouldn’t run after her. She couldn’t bear to look at his face again, feeling humiliated enough for a lifetime.

The sky was slightly bluer when Roger’s car headlights shone far away down the street. She quickly got up, giving room for him to park properly. Roger noticed Brian’s clothes on her body underneath the coat. He noticed the sad look in her eyes. Something went wrong and Roger was afraid of asking. Deep down, he imagined a few possible scenarios, all including messy love confessions.

Adeline got in the car, putting her seatbelt on and receiving an apologetic look from Roger. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing, Ali,” he answered. “Are you alright?”

Adeline hated Roger at that moment. People shouldn’t ask whether she was okay or not. It was enough to make her tear up all over again. At a loss for words, she simply nodded and Roger knew he shouldn’t have asked.

“I’m sorry,” he bit his lip.

She shrugged. “Could you take me to my apartment?”

“Yeah,”

However, Roger didn’t plan on taking Adeline to her apartment. Instead, he pulled by his apartment and she smiled.

“How many times will I have to thank you?” she asked.

“I figured you’d want company for a cup of tea,” he gently answered.

“I wouldn’t refuse a cup of tea at dawn,”

When they reached Roger’s apartment, he disappeared into the kitchen and Adeline reached for the pack of cigarettes on the coffee table by living room. She slowly opened the door to the balcony and lit the cigarette on her lips. The Sun had almost risen.

“Did you get one for me?” Roger’s voice echoed around the room, making Adeline turn to face him and motioning to the cigarette on her lips. Roger had two steaming tea cups in his hands.

Adeline exchanged a cigarette for one of the tea cups, letting the liquid burn her mouth and throat in an attempt to get rid of that annoying crying sensation. “Thank you, Rog.”

“You know,” he started. “Brian wouldn’t like to see us smoking.”

Adeline rolled her eyes and took a long drag out of the cigarette between her fingers. “Yeah, don’t even mention his name.”

She took another sip from the tea cup, admiring the orange tone of the few clouds above her head. The quietness of street, Roger’s presence and the sunrise brought peace to her mind. For a moment, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the chilly morning air. She took the cigarette to her lips once again.

“God, Rog…” she mumbled, opening her eyes again and exhaling the cigarette smoke. “Brian’s fucking dumped me. He doesn’t think I’m capable enough to know when I’m sober and the meaning of ‘I’m in love with you’.”

Adeline put the tea cup back on the balcony marble edge, hitting it against the surface harder than intended. “Have you ever been that humiliated in your entire life?”

This was so wrong. God, why did Brian have to fuck it all up? Roger knew how he felt about Adeline and how afraid he was to be rejected by her if he ever confessed his feelings to her. Turned out he was the one who shamelessly rejected the girl. Brian couldn’t help, could he? He never thought those feelings would be reciprocal. The first action of his mind was to neglect those words coming out of Adeline’s mouth. She would never confess such feelings for Brian if she wasn’t drunk.

Brian stayed on the couch absentmindedly watching the sunrise invade his living room. Adeline loved to watch sunrises. He remembered all those times when both of them would spend the night at each other’s apartment and she would never fail to wake him up early in the morning, dragging his sleepy body to the closest window in order to watch the sunrise. “This is beautiful, Bri!” Adeline’s voice echoed in his mind, that pictured the scene of her pulling him by one of his hands, a wide smile on her sleepy features, her hair a mess. She had that habit of watching the sunrise while holding a tea cup and smoking a cigarette. “You should stop smoking, Ali. It’s not healthy.” Brian would always insist. He missed that on this morning. He had never intended to hurt her feeling like he had just done and now he watched the sunrise alone.

“I’m sorry about him, Ali,”

“Whatever, Rog,” she waved her hands nonchalantly, the cigarette smoke following its movement. “It’s all fucked up now, I lost my best friend.”

“Are you coming to tomorrow’s concert at the Rainbow Theatre?” Roger asked, finishing his cigarette.

“I couldn’t miss it, could I?”

Adeline kept her promise. She showed up at the venue and Roger accompanied her backstage, leading her to the room where the boys would be waiting for the concert to start while doing some last-minute rehearsal.

“It’s my sunshine!” Freddie exclaimed when she entered the room, followed by Roger.

Brian exchanged a quick look with Roger, distracting himself from repeatedly playing the guitar solos that were part of the concert. Brian was the one to accompany Adeline backstage every time she went to see their concerts in London.

She hugged Freddie and John, kissing their cheek sweetly. She then turned to Brian, who stayed in the back of the room idly holding the Red Special in his hands.

“Hi, Bri,” she mumbled, pulling him in for a hug. She hoped none of the boys would notice her cheeks going slightly red. It was an awkward moment between them both. He hurriedly hugged her back, not expecting that gesture. Hell, he didn’t even expect her to come after what he had done.

Soon enough, the boys were called to the stage. They walked past the grey corridors, each doing their typical ritual before going on stage. Adeline followed behind, staying at one of the sides of the stage, sitting on one of the many boxes around. Brian felt nervous because of her presence and he wished she wasn’t there, but there was nothing he could do.

The heavy sound of the instruments reached Adeline’s ears, Roger’s drums playing in unison with her heartbeat. Adeline couldn’t avert her entranced gaze from Brian. Every now and then, he would turn on stage and exchange quick glances with the girl, who tried to avoid his gaze, but failed completely. Those looks shared some meaning, although both of them wouldn’t admit it to themselves. Adeline insistently bit her lips while Brian concentrated on playing the guitar solos. She couldn’t fight the urge to run to him and kiss his lips hungrily, to tell him how he made her feel when his fingers ran up and down the guitar strings.

“Ali, could you wait by the corridor for the boys?” One of the sound-checkers asked while the deafening roar of the crowd echoed around the place.

She reached the grey corridors once again, anxiously waiting. John was the one who appeared first, earning a tight hug from the girl.

“You did amazing, as always!” she said in between hugs, a wide smile on her lips.

“Darling, we rule the world,” Freddie said in a regal manner before tightly hugging the girl. “Hope you liked the set list?”

“You never fail to surprise me with all the live versions of the songs. Rog’s singing certainly adds something to them,” she said when Roger saw her standing by the wall, running to her arms.

Brian was the last one to meet her. He would always be the first, engulfing her in a lasting hug that took her off of her feat, spinning her around. “Bri, I’m so proud of you!” she would giggle when he lifted her up.

Adeline noticed Brian’s intense look at her figure, feeling slightly intimidated by it. She unconsciously backed up against the wall and Brian took the opportunity to press his body against hers and find her swollen lips due to all the biting during the concert. It was messy, anxious and needy kiss. His hands trembled when he pressed them against Adeline’s waist.

Taken aback, it took a few seconds for her to reciprocate the gesture. Her hands reached his sweaty face, her fingers intertwining with the strands of his curly hair that insisted on falling on his face.

“Oh, fuck,” Freddie murmured. “I thought this day would never come.”

“Poor Freddie!” Roger mocked. “You owe me fifty bucks, darling.”

The lasting kiss was the queue for Freddie, John and Roger leave them both alone. Brian roamed his hands through Adeline’s back, pulling her impossibly close to his body.

“God,” Adeline mumbled, falling against the wall behind her, breath uneven and heartbeat at an inhuman rate. “You could’ve done that last night, Brian.”

“I’m sorry, Ali,” he murmured, lips centimeters away from the girl’s. “I just… I just…”

“Bri,” she whispered, caressing his sweaty cheek. His eyes wandered around her face, never meeting hers. She noticed his anxiousness.

“I never thought you’d feel the same about me,” he admitted, laughing nervously. “I kept messing with my mind, trying to convince myself you were drunk when you said it.”

“How could I not feel the same about you?” she frowned. “Also, I would never do that to you while being drunk.”

“Why would you feel the same about me? That’s the question,” he continued, breathing deeply to try and calm his nerves down.

“God, shut up,” she laughed, pecking his lips. “You’re such an idiot sometimes.”

“Lovebirds!” Roger’s voice echoed down the corridor. “We’re going out to the pub down the street, meet us there if you don’t have anything more interesting to do.”

Adeline laughed loudly, pulling Brian in for a tight hug. “We can share the couch once more, what do you think?”

Brian gulped. God, was he supposed to feel that aroused by those words? “It’s a great idea.”

“Yeah?” Adeline smirked, hands pressing against his chest while biting her lips once more.

“All night long,” Brian whispered against her lips. Adeline held back a moan.

“Don’t you ever act like a drama queen again, Bri,” she murmured. “I thought I had fucking lost you.”

“I’m sorry, Ali. I’m so sorry,” he apologized eagerly, pressing his lips against hers once again. “Suppose I gotta make it up to you, huh?”

Part 1 / Part 3 are here!