#gwilym lee x reader prompt request

[warren-lauren]

Thank you for writing the daughter of Roger Taylor, it was phenomenal🥰 would you write something where the reader is the bass player for queen + Adam Lambert where Roger and Brian see her like a daughter and Adam sees her as a sister, where Roger and Brian introduce to the borhap boys while filming and she ends up being the girlfriend of one of them?

Warnings: swearing, fluff

Lovesick teenagers - Gwilym Lee x Deacon!reader

"Don't worry, Dad, I'll behave," You smiled into the phone as you listened to your dad, "Are you sure you don't want to be here? Okay, no, I know, I just... I'm not you, am I- no, I know, we're practically the same-" You rolled your eyes playfully as you listened to your father, "Okay, Dad, I'll talk to you later. Yep, I'll say hi to Brian and Roger for you. Yeah, love you too, Dad, bye."

You turned the last corner, following the directions from one of the many crew members that were working on the film and came to exactly where you were meant to be.

"Uncle Bri!" You called out happily as you walked up to the mass of grey curls.

He turned around grinning, "Y/N!" He cheered, pulling you into a tight hug before popping a kiss on your cheek, "I was starting to worry about you," He smiled.

"I wasn't,"

You rolled your eyes grinning as you turned around to face Roger, "Whatever you say, Uncle Rog," You placed a kiss on his bearded cheek. "I was on the phone to Dad. He says hi, by the way,"

Both men smiled warmly at the mention of your father, "I'll give him a call later, it's been a while." Roger placed a fatherly kiss to your forehead, much like the one Brian had given you.

Brian nodded, agreeing with his oldest friend. "For now, Miss Deacon, we have some lovely people for you to meet." Brian grinned as he slipped his arm around your shoulders and the three of you began to move out onto the massive stage. Brian explained that they were filming the live aid scenes. "Gentlemen, and lady," Brian smiled at the small group of people, "I'd like to introduce you to someone rather special, Y/N Deacon,"

You raised your hand in the air with a polite smile, glancing at each person for a couple of seconds, having some idea of who each of them was, although seeing them dressed as Queen in '85 was a bit difficult.

"Hello, it's lovely to meet you," The only girl of the group beamed at you as she held her hand out towards you, "I'm Lucy,"

"Hello," You smiled back as you shook her hand, already sensing she was a lovely person.

"Hello, I'm Rami, or Freddie," He grinned making you laugh a little.

You nodded, "Definitely look like my Uncle Fred," You smiled at him.

"I'm Ben..." Ben winked at you making you blush slightly as you shook his hand, yep, Roger.

You nodded smiling at him before turning your attention to the man beside him, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of him, "Wow..." You grinned, reaching up to brush your hand over his hair, "It's like looking at my old man... well, when I was about two," You chuckled, "Nice to meet you..."

"Joe," He cleared his throat, "-and the pleasure is all mine," Joe said in his best 'John Deacon' voice as he smiled, shaking your hand, "How's that?"

You smiled nodding, "Not bad... needs a little tweak but not bad,"

"Damn, I'll keep working on it," Joe winked cheekily.

You nodded, turning your attention to the last man, your breath once again catching in your throat but for an entirely different reason. "Damn," You cleared your throat, blushing as he stared at you. "Wow," You began smiling as you turned to look at Brian. "How freaky is that? He's your spitting image, Uncle Bri!"

Brian's head fell back as everyone began laughing. "Yes, it's certainly uncanny, isn't it?"

You nodded turning back to face the uncanny look-a-like, "It's nice to meet you, Gwilym,"

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, "You know who I am?" He blushed a little.

You nodded, "Oh, yes. Midsomer Murders, Jamestown... Fresh Meat," You smirked at him, "I'm quite the fan," You winked playfully, smirking as he began blushing even more.

"Yes, well, it's nice to meet you too," He smiled as you took his offered hand and gently shook it.

----------

You sat at the dining table that was being used in one of the scenes looking through the photographs of Freddie as a boy with a soft smile on your face. You were vaguely aware of someone taking a seat next to you as you ran your fingertips over the surface of a photograph.

"What's the earliest memory of him you have?" Gwilym asked as he looked at one of the photographs.

You stayed silent for a minute or so as you thought about his question. A smile began curling at the corners of your lips,  "I was about two, two and a half. Round, about the time they all got back together just before Live Aid. I went to one of the rehearsals with mum, when we got there they were rehearsing Bohemian Rhapsody and I went straight up to Uncle Freddie and began poking at the keys. He sat me on his knee and started to teach me how to play." You smiled looking up to meet Gwilym's gaze.

He reached up and brushed the tears from your cheeks, tears that you hadn't even realized you were shedding. "And now you're in the same band." He grinned.

You nodded letting out a small giggle, "Yes as my Dad." The two of you began laughing as you looked back at the photographs. "I was eight or so when he died. God... it was awful. I remember Dad, and Uncle Brian and Uncle Roger being destroyed. He was my hero, my Uncle Fred... he had cats," You began laughing at the reason you used to give as a kid.

Gwilym wrapped his arms around you as your laugh turned into small sobs. He hushed you as he comforted you.

"Y/N?" Brian was concerned and ever the protective father when it came to one of his children being upset, "Is everything okay?" He asked as he took a seat next to you at the table, glancing down at the photographs.

You nodded sitting up, "Fine, Uncle Bri, just talking about Uncle Fred being my hero," You smiled.

Brian began grinning, "Because he had cats,"

You nodded laughing, "Because he had cats."

----------

"I've never seen you so manly," You teased Adam as he stood in front of you in his trucker costume.

He rolled his eyes before flipping you the bird, "I like this look on me."

You nodded, "Oh, yeah, definitely a look for you," You smirked.

Gwilym's movement from across the room caught your attention. He was talking to Ben and Joe, all three in an earlier Queen look. It made you smile as you watched the three of them.

"Could you be any more obvious?" Adam teased behind you.

You looked back at him with a confused look, "What?"

"Your lovesick puppy look," He smirked, pinching your left cheek until you smacked his hand away. "It gives you away."

"I don't have, a lovesick puppy look,"

Adam chuckled as he began to walk off to join the others on set, "Yeah, right."

"I don't!" You stomped your foot in annoyance as Adam laughed.

"You don't what?" Roger asked as he walked up behind you making you jump.

You let out a small huff, "Have a lovesick puppy look."

"Oh," Roger let out a dry chuckle, nodding, "That. It's more of a lovesick teenager look. Right, Bri?"

Your eyes widened as you turned to look at Brian who was approaching the pair of you. "Certainly. You forget we've seen that look on you before," Brian smirked making you blush. "Don't worry, your secret's safe with us." He winked.

"Oh my God." You sighed dramatically. "I'm off for a smoke,"

Roger frowned as he watched you walk off from him and Brian. "You don't smoke."

"If it gets me away from you two," You smirked cheekily at him over your shoulder as you headed for the exit. You stepped out into the fresh air taking in a deep breath as someone called your name behind you.

You looked over your shoulder with a small smile as Gwilym, in all his fake curly hair glory walked up to you.

"Everything okay? You looked a bit, annoyed back there." He smiled down at you as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

You nodded, "Oh, hmm, yeah, that's nothing but a bit of band teasing." You smiled.

Gwilym nodded, "Right."

"Thanks for, checking, though. That's, really sweet of you." You smiled at him.

Gwilym let out a small chuckle as he looked down to his feet. "Well, I just, wanted to make sure you were, okay and that, you know, if you ever, wanted to talk..." He gave you a tight-lipped smile.

You smiled a little more, "Thanks," You reached up and placed your hand on his arm. "Same applies... Mr. May," You winked before stepping around him and heading back inside to join the others.

"See, lovesick teenager." Roger pointed at you with a cheeky smirk.

You rolled your eyes as you walked straight by him and over to Lucy thinking you were safe from teasing if you hung out with her. You were wrong.

----------

You shook your head with a small chuckle, "You need to lean back a bit," You pushed on Joe's shoulder, "Not so much that you bloody fall over." You giggled as Joe nearly toppled over.

"Fuck sake. Show me, now, please," Joe batted his eyelashes making you laugh.

"Alright," You rolled your eyes as you took the bass off Joe and through it over your shoulder.

"Oh, hang on!" Ben called out as he walked over along with Gwilym and Rami to where you and Joe were 'rehearsing'. "We have a real-life Deaky performing," He grinned at you.

You shook your head as you turned to Joe, "So, watch-" You poked him so he'd look at what you were doing. You leaned back like you had said and then put your fingers into position before you began plucking at the strings to the familiar song.

As much as you tended to put yourself down about not being your Dad, he had taught you and the two of you had practiced alongside each other for years and years so, you had become Deaky the second in a sense when it came to playing bass. Not to say you couldn't be Freddie, Brian, and Roger if wanted, you had caught the musical talent bug off them.

"Wow," Gwilym smiled at you, "You're definitely your father's daughter."

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Yeah, I guess I've picked up a couple of things from him."

"Haven't I seen you play Roger's drums on your Insta?" Ben asked with a grin.

You nodded, "And the Red Special." You smiled at Gwilym before lifting the bass from around your neck. "Right, your turn," You handed it back to Joe with a smile before you left him to practice what you had just shown him.

"Hey, Y/N," Gwilym caught up to you as you headed out the room.

"Yeah," You smiled up at him as the pair of you came to standstill.

"I don't suppose you could, hmm, give me some pointers, could you? Since you can play, and, Brian has taught you, and-" Gwilym stopped talking as he noticed you grinning at him, "What?"

"I could, or you could ask me out for a drink and we stop acting like-"

"Lovesick teenagers?" Gwilym asked with his own grin before chuckling, "Yeah, I've been told that's what we're both like." The pair of you blushed and grinned at each other before Gwilym began talking again, "Would you like to go for a drink? Tonight, if you're free?"

You nodded, "I would love to, Gwilym,"

Gwilym grinned, "Great! Well, I best be getting back-" He pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, "So, hmm, yeah... See you soon," He blushed as he went to turn away before doubling back to peck your cheek softly before he whispered a final goodbye.

You bit your bottom lip as you watched Gwilym walk-off, glancing over his shoulder at you with his grin still plastered on his face, making your stomach knot with excitement.

Hours later, you were sat with Gwilym in a local bar, enjoying each other's company. Although the two of you were sat at a small table in a corner, so close that your knees were knocking into each other, to you it was your own little world

"So, tell me how you ended up getting the job as bassist in the band?" Gwilym asked.

"Well," You smiled looking down to your hand that played with the bottom of your wine glass, "Like any other time, Uncle Bri and Uncle Rog, asked Dad if he fancied getting back into it. They always ask and he always declines, it's just not him anymore," Your smile saddened a little at the thought. You wished your dad played more than he did, you loved watching your own little rock-dad. "Anyway, at the time of them asking him, I'd gone round to ask for his advice on my current predicament,"

"Oh?" Gwilym asked, genuinely looking interested, you could see it in his eyes.

You hummed, "I'd just decided to leave the band I was in at the time. It wasn't the right band for me," You frowned at the thought of your old band, "Anyway, Dad said why not give it a go. I knew every cord to every song, I can sing and I was sure to get on with Adam..."

Gwilym grinned, "The pair of you do seem close."

"From the moment we met, we got on like a house on fire. He's like my annoying brother." You chuckled, "I deserve a medal putting up with those three on tour."

Gwilym chuckled, "If they're anything like Ben and Joe then yes, you do."

"Oh, they're worse. Don't get me started on when they're in dad mode," You rolled your eyes with a slight huff, "I've lost count of how many men Roger has scared off when we're on band night outs."

Gwilym's brows knitted together in a small frown as his grip around his glass tightened. Was he jealous or happy that other men had the chance to be scared off from you? "Uh-oh. Should I be worried?" He asked as he turned his gaze to meet yours.

You shook your head as you bit your bottom lip, "It depends what you're hoping to get." You smirked.

Gwilym,'s frown turned into a small grin, "I'll settle for a kiss... for now," He whispered, opening a little closer to you.

"Hmm... A kiss... for now," You smiled up at him.

The two of you slowly closed the gap between, your lips pressing against one another. Your hands slid up Gwylim's neck to thread into his short hair as Gwilym cupped the side of your face, his tongue lightly licking at your bottom lip before you allowed him access to your mouth. Your noses nudged against each other's as your kiss deepened.

You drew a deep breath as you pulled back from Gwylim, biting softly at his bottom lip cheekily as you did. A small groan left Gwylim's mouth as you did. "Fuck," He let out a breathy chuckle. "I might need another one."

"Me too,"

----------

"Now,  we have some very specials friends here tonight," Adam spoke out to the crowd. "Where are you guys? C'mon, let us hear from you!" He called out.

You grinned, looking away from Adam to Brian and then Roger before finally looking out to the crowd and to where Gwilym was stood. Your grin grew as he waved his arms in the air cheering, along with Rami, Lucy, and Joe.

"Alright!" Adam let out a chuckle before he turned his attention to you with a wicked grin, "Wanna say hello to your man, Miss Deaky?" The audience cheered.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "Hello, Mr. Lee." You blew a kiss out to the audience in his direction, grinning as he caught it and blew it back to you. You laughed as you saw Joe pout. "Give my old man a kiss, would ya'," You joked.

Gwilym turned to Joe and placed a sloppy kiss on Joe's cheek making you all laugh.

"Can we get on? Even if it is, disco!" Roger chuckled from behind you making you grin even more.

"It's NOT disco!" You smiled at him. "Ready?" You asked looking around for confirmation before you began playing the chords to Another One Bites the Dust, your eyes moving from your bass to where Gwylim stood. You didn't miss the look of pure love in his eyes and the way he blew another kiss towards you making your heart flutter.

[demo-wise]

Not Enough

Prompt #4 - Kissing on the sofa, foreheads pressed together, breathy, soft, tender.

Prompt #46 - “Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so...”

Summary: Gwilym returns home to find the reader having doubts about their relationship.

Pairing: Gwilym Lee x fem!Reader (but could be read as gender neutral)

Warnings: Talk about not being enough, depressed thoughts.

Word Count: 2.3k+

A/N: This, of course, is for @drivenbybri​, lovie, thank you so much for putting in this request, I can’t thank you enough for your constant patience with me, and I really hope this lives up to your expectations! 

Prompt List

You weren’t expecting the door to open so soon, Gwilym was out of town for a press conference and he wasn’t supposed to be home for a few hours, so you figured you’d have a little time to clean yourself up. The last thing you wanted was to make Gwilym worry. Yet the first thing he saw when he walked into the apartment he shared with you was you crying, practically sobbing on the living room couch, and all he could do was worry. You were quick to stand, wiping at your tears and trying to compose yourself in what little time you had.

“Uh, hi, Gwil, I um, I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” you rambled, furiously wiping at your red eyes, “H-How was your day?” you tried to ask casually, but Gwilym wasn’t having any of it. His expression read nothing less than pity, and you hated it. 

He walked over to you and rested his hands on your jaw, “Sweetheart, why are you crying? What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, pressing his lips to your forehead. You attempted at a weak smile.

“Nothing’s wrong, Gwilym. How has your day gone?” you tried asking again. Gwilym sighed, his fingers falling to gently massage the base of your neck.

“Y/n, please, just tell me what happened. You’re not usually in tears when I come home,” he pleaded with you. You took a deep breath, and let yourself drop onto the sofa once more along with the exhale, Gwilym immediately sitting by your side and taking your hand in both of his. You pressed a hand to your forehead, a crease forming between your brows from furrowing them.

“I, I don’t know, okay. It-It’s just that, I’ve been thinking lately, that,” you took a breath, debating briefly whether you really wanted to say what was going through your mind, “maybe, we’re not so compatible after all”

Gwilym’s jaw practically dropped. “What?” he asked, gently squeezing your hand and leaning forward almost as if he hadn’t heard you right. “Y/n, wh-what are you saying?” he asked, slowly, trying to piece together what exactly you were trying to tell him. Did you want to break up? What did he do?

“I’m only saying that,” you turned to face him on the couch, sitting at an angle, “Gwil, you’re a bloody movie star, you’re such a wonderful person, and you’re so kind and sweet and handsome and all that, and I’m just… nothing. I mean, what do I really have to offer you that you couldn’t already have?” you threw your free hand up in the air in a sloppy gesture, then let it drop back to your lap, “You could really have anyone you wanted, someone who would be able to deal with the publicity and the cameras better, someone who would actually enjoy the award shows and parties, and instead you’re stuck at home with me. Gwilym, what are you doing to yourself?” you felt a hot tear slip down your cheek, and you took a moment, closing your eyes, and taking another breath.

“I just mean, why would you stay with me, someone who has so many problems,” you choked out, no longer being able to stop the tears from falling, “when you could be with someone way prettier than me, and way better than me. I don’t- I don’t understand” Gwilym’s heart broke for you right then and there. He wasted no time in pulling you into him, letting you cry into his chest, surely getting tear stains on his button-down, but he couldn’t care less. He rocked you back and forth and shushed your crying gently, running his hands up and down your back and shoulders. 

“Aw, sweetheart,” Gwilym pressed a kiss to the side of your head, his lips set in a frown, “How could you think that about yourself?” 

You shrugged, “How could I not? Gwilym, I’m nothing, just a fucking loser who’s gonna end up holding you back from what you really deserve,” you stressed, and Gwilym pulled you away from him, dipping his head to catch your gaze.

“Listen to me, y/n, listen. I want you. I could never want anyone else the way that I want you. You’re everything to me,” Gwilym swallowed, seemingly at a loss for words, “How could you ever say that? Please don’t say that about yourself. Please don’t believe that. You’re so much more than that. You’re so…” Between words, Gwilym began pressing little kisses all along your face, as well as on your lips, though you weren’t reciprocating as strongly as you’d hoped you were. You felt so weak, and so tired, you just wanted it all to go away, you wanted it to stop hurting. Gwilym’s forehead was pressed against yours while he continued to lay gentle kisses along your lips, one of his hands holding yours, his thumb running over your knuckles, and the other resting against your hip, squeezing every once and a while to provide some form of comfort.

You allowed him to love you, and though his words were reassuring, they weren’t enough. Maybe the display of affection would be after some time to think while in his embrace, but you really just felt like you were being lied to, that Gwilym was serving you empty compliments, ones that were only meant to tide you over until he eventually left you stranded and alone to pick up the pieces again. You pulled away from him, pushing against him with your free hand on his chest. You breathed out a sigh, and took a moment to get your thoughts in order.

“I’m so… what? Can you even finish that sentence?” you asked, clearly on the brink of breaking down again. Gwilym moved the hand that was on your waist to run up and down your arm, creating a pleasant warmth coursing through your body.

“You’re so perfect, y/n,” he reassured you, “Not in the general, cliché sense, of course, but, honey, I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather spend my life with” At least he was trying to sound genuine. You’d been with guys who didn’t even try to make you feel better during episodes, they’d spew a few fake sentiments like, “we’ve all been there before”, and “I understand how you feel”, but you had to give Gwilym credit, he wasn’t completely bullshitting you. He knew you hated all the clichés about this sort of thing, the things like, “you’re perfect”, so he was trying to be as real as he could with you. Of course, it didn’t help all that much, considering you were still doubtful of his honesty. There’s no way you could be perfect for anyone, especially the likes of Gwilym. He was one of the most wonderful people you’d ever met, and the fact that he’d stayed with you for as long as he had was considerably suspicious.

You pulled yourself completely away from him, leaning back against the backrest of the couch with a huff, and though you tried with everything you had in you, you couldn’t keep your tears at bay, and they continued to run down your cheeks. 

“Why are you lying to me?” you asked, trying to make your voice sound firm, though it was clearly a lost cause. You couldn’t even look at him at this point, afraid that he’d see the cracks in your expression, know that you were terrified, not angry.

“What are you talking about, love?” Gwilym pleaded with you, his brows drawing together in confusion. He put a hand on your cheek to turn your head to face him, his heart continuing to break over and over again upon seeing your bloodshot eyes and the dark bags underneath them. Had you been losing sleep over this? How could he not have noticed? 

“I’m saying that there’s no way in hell that I can be perfect, Gwilym!” you shouted, your eyes widening, not with fury, but with worry. Gwilym hadn’t realized it before, but you looked a little scared. “I don’t understand how you can keep telling me you love me, telling me that you want to marry me one day, telling me that I’m perfect and I’m made for you, when we both know that none of it is true!” You weren’t looking at Gwilym anymore, you’d faced forward again and closed your eyes, wrapping your arms tightly around your waist. You didn’t know why you brought this upon yourself. You could’ve believed him for a little while, you could’ve pretended like he wouldn’t eventually get tired of you, right? You’d gotten in your head earlier in the day when you were scrolling through Instagram and Twitter and whatnot, seeing all your beautiful friends who were always out at bars and clubs, going home with random guys - why wouldn’t Gwilym want to be with someone like that, someone fun. One thought led to another, and now your relationship was possibly in danger, all because you had to go and get into your own head, and then voice such thoughts to Gwilym. You dropped your head into your palms, completely spent. You didn’t want to yell anymore. Though the tears continued to stream, you weren’t that upset anymore, just tired, waiting for the inevitable to happen. The only thing past boyfriends had ever given you. A goodbye.

You felt a warm hand resting on your back, then it slowly moved to wrap around your shoulders, and you felt Gwilym practically rest his body on top of yours, pressing his face into your shoulder, something he did when he wanted to get your attention and annoy you. He didn’t see, but the corner of your mouth did turn up a little.

“Y/n,” he mumbled, squeezing your shoulder briefly.

“What?” your speech was muffled by your hands, yet Gwilym could still hear the sorrow etched into your voice.

“I love you”

You lifted your head from your hands to glare at him the best you could, “Why?” you pleaded with him. Gwilym sat up with you and turned you to face him again, resting his hands on your face ever so gently and pressing a kiss to your nose, though it wasn’t enough to bring a smile to either of your faces.

“Because you’re you,” Gwilym began, laying back against the sofa and opening his arm to you, an invitation to curl up against him, one that you could never refuse, even in this state, “Y/n, I don’t need someone who enjoys going to all the award shows and the after parties and someone who can deal with the bloody press. I want you, like I’ve said before,” Gwilym dropped his head to rest on top of yours, so his cheek was pressed to the top of your head. “There’s no one else that I want to grow old with, and there’s no one else that I’d rather sit on the couch and console because you’re doubting yourself. I love you more than anything else in the world, and my life wouldn’t be the same without you.

“And I’m sorry, darling, I’m sorry but you’re gonna have to get used to some cheesy things, because y’know what?” He picked up his head to kiss your forehead, and you hummed in acknowledgment, your hand having grasped his tightly, “Y/n y/m/n y/l/n, you complete me, and there’s no better way to put it” You felt a tiny smile tugging at your lips, and you couldn’t help but squeeze Gwilym’s hand in your own. He pulled away from you for a moment, and you turned your head to meet his eye.

“In all seriousness, y/n, I don’t know what else I can say to make you feel better about yourself, but I can do everything in my power to make sure you know that I love you, and I always will,” he reassured you. Your small smile dropped.

“You should be careful saying things like that”

“But, y/n, honey,” Gwilym laughed, a mixture of bitterly and incredulously, “I’m certain it’s true,” he gave you a curious look, as if trying to think of something, “What can I say to make you feel better?”

Your shoulders dropped, “I don’t know”

Gwilym leaned down to press a few lingering kisses to your lips, which you returned without a thought, right now the affection felt good, and comforting.

“I’m sorry”

It was murmured, almost breathed against his lips, and instead of continuing to kiss you, Gwilym pulled you in for a hug, letting you rest your chin on his shoulder. “Oh, darling, don’t ever apologize to me for something like this, ‘s not your fault” He kissed the side of your head, then pulled back and kissed you a few more times, amidst you still fighting tears. You never wanted to leave Gwilym’s arms, they provided the comfort that the real world and even your own head couldn’t give. The soft presses of his lips began to stray to your cheeks, the tip of your nose, your chin, your forehead, between your eyes, and his hands rubbed soothingly up and down your back. After what seemed like only a few moments, you let out a long yawn, and a glance at the clock told you it was already 11:00 p.m.

“You look exhausted, love. Let’s go to bed?” he suggested, and you obliged, allowing him to help you up and lead you to the bedroom.

“I promise, we’ll talk about this more in the morning, when we’re both fully conscious, but for now, promise me you’ll relax and try to sleep?” Gwilym asked once you’d both changed and readied yourselves for sleep, and you nodded. Before slipping under the sheets, you stopped Gwilym and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, which he returned without a second thought.

You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Thank you,” you mumbled against him, and you felt Gwilym’s arms squeeze you tighter.

“Always, sweetheart”

For that moment, you forced the worries in the back of your mind out of your head and allowed yourself to soak in Gwilym’s embrace. For that moment, you felt loved. For that moment, you were okay.

Taglist:

@ehii7

[kenneth-omega]

Could you do 1 and 5 with Gwilym? Like some love/hate relationship? If you can't it's totally fine thank you anyway ❤

Damned If I Do **Gwilym Lee**

A/N: Thank you anon!! I went super overboard on this and wrote nearly 5k words for it, but it’s some good-ass Gwil smut. I tried to turn it into a love-to-hate-each-other relationship, with very BDE from Gwil and major Dom! vibes. So I hope you like it!

Warnings: SMUT, swearing, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, Dom!Gwil x reader

Word count: 4.9k

PROMPTS:

1: “we’re in public, you know”

5: “mine” “say it again”

prompts came from this smutty prompt list

□■□■□■□■□

In your head you knew it was wrong of you to piss off Gwilym, but that man hadn’t half gotten on your nerves earlier today. As you sat at the all-inclusive bar next to Ben, sipping your Aperol Spritz, you cast your mind back to the events of the late afternoon.

“All I’m saying is that if you hadn’t insisted on having your hair appointment today, we wouldn’t be running late.” Gwil sighed, stood in front of the floor-length mirror, trying to fasten his bowtie. You were sat at the vanity, where you had been fixing up your makeup.

Slamming the lipstick down on the wooden surface, you turned to look over at him, eyes glaring into the back of his head.

“Are you freaking kidding me, Gwil? You’re saying this is my fault?” You snapped, watching as he started trying to tie his bowtie once more, having mucked it up for the tenth time. You could tell he wasn’t focusing properly, and that the added frustration was making his temper fray. But frankly, you couldn’t give two shits, as your own fuse was close to being blown.

“That’s not what I said–” He began, but you cut him off, getting to your feet and putting a hand up in a gesture for him to shut up.

“No, but it’s what you’re heavily implying.” You responded, stalking across the bedroom to grab your purse off the dresser top. Gwilym gave a short grunt of frustration as he almost messed up his neat bow, although you had a feeling it was also in response to your statement.

“Well, I’m ready.” You huffed, folding your arms as you stood by your hotel room door, waiting impatiently and tapping your velvet-clad, stiletto-heeled foot, as you watched his reflection in the mirror. Gwil’s eyes flickered up from his bow to look at you, before returning to watching his hands.

“Makes a change for once.” He mumbled, finally managing to get his bow fastened around his neck, pulling the black collar of his shirt down over it. You huffed through your nostrils angrily, probably looking like some enraged bull as you stood silently, shooting daggers with your eyes. You tapped your index finger against your bicep as he grabbed his wallet and began fastening a watch around his wrist.

Finally, he was ready too and stood in the middle of the room, arms extended out at his sides as he presented himself in front of you.

“Handsome as ever.” You bit out, before turning on your heels and opening the bedroom door, stalking out and down the hallway. You weren’t meaning to sound so horrible, but his last comment had driven you up the wall, and the intrusive thoughts in your mind were making you feel rather shitty.

Did you really spend too long on yourself?

You were shaken out of your little daydream by a soft hand brushing your elbow. Turning to your left you were met with Ben’s soft smile.

“You okay? You look a little lost.” He asks, picking up his bottle of beer from the bar top. You smile at his obvious concern for his friend’s girlfriend, and you know it won’t have gone unnoticed by him that you two hadn’t been speaking all night.

“I’m fine, Ben, thanks for asking.” You assure him, finishing the rest of your drink, regretting it as the bubbles tickle your nose and made your eyes water a little. Now it looked like you were getting emotional.

“You need me to get Gwil?” He asks you, starting to get off his barstool to go find your boyfriend. You grab onto his bicep, the steady muscle underneath the soft fabric of his blazer tensing up under your touch.

“No!” You exclaim. Ben shot you a suspicious look. “I’d rather not hang around him right now.” You admit, eyes downcast as you knew Ben would no doubt be looking at you with pity.

“Y/N, did you guys have a fight?” Ben asks you, backtracking and returning to his seat, but leaning in a little closer so as not to be overheard by anyone. You really did appreciate his concern for you both.

Shaking your head, you ask for another drink, simply requesting the same, before turning in your seat to face Ben who is waiting patiently for you to speak.

“Just an argument, really. But I’m just so furious with him.” You growl, tapping your nails on the bar as you try to keep your temper in check. Yours and Gwilym’s relationship had always been a little volatile, but in the good way. Your friendship had been the same, both of you falling out over stupid things and not speaking for a day, until one of you would cave and text the other, and you’d go grab drink as if nothing ever happened.

“Okay…” Ben began, eyebrows furrowing together. “About what?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing how stupid it must sound. “Over which one of us made us late for tonight.” You look over your shoulder at the scene before you. It was the afterparty for the Oscar’s, Bohemian Rhapsody having won four different awards at the ceremony, so celebrations were in full swing.

You’d been late to arrive at the carpet, and after the ceremony was over you’d all returned to the hotel that you were staying in, having rented out the bar downstairs for the party.

Ben laughed next to you, but you didn’t register it at first, as your eyes met Gwil’s from across the room. You hadn’t spoken since the ceremony, where you had said congratulations to him and the others. After that, you’d remained distant and sullen.

Now he was leant up against a wall, drink in hand as he stood in conversation with Joe and a woman you didn’t recognise. Joe seemed to be trying to hit it off with her, however she seemed an awful lot more interested in Gwilym and what he had to say. Your eyes remained locked with his, until he was asked a question by the woman and Joe nudged his arm. Although he looked away to speak to the girl, giving her his trademark charming smile that he always reserved for you, his eyes kept flicking up past her head to look at you.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of him knowing you were staring, you turned back to look at Ben. Although innocent enough, that girl had rubbed you the wrong way and you didn’t like him smiling at her. As idiotic as it sounded.

“Hey Ben?” You ask the blond, your eyes narrowing slightly as you try not to get too het up about what was going on across the room from you.

Ben, mid-drink, looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, raising his eyebrows in question. You place your hand on his leg, just a couple of inches higher than his knee, but it was enough to make him choke a little on his drink.

“Thanks for being a good friend.” You told him sweetly, giving him sincere smile. Ben put his bottle down and put a hand on your shoulder, giving you a wink, something he was renowned for doing. It wasn’t a flirtatious gesture from him, more of his way of telling you that it wasn’t an issue, and that he was always going to be there for you.

“Not a problem Y/N.” He assures you, squeezing your shoulder.

Although the whole exchange was innocent enough if someone were to hear you two talking, but you knew that from across the room it wouldn’t look quite the same. That’s what you were hoping for.

Looking out the corner of your eye, you could see a tall, dark form shifting through the throng of people, and before they even got to you, you knew it was Gwilym.

In less than a few seconds, he was by your side, pushing himself a little bit in between you and Ben, cutting off your view from him. You look up at him through your eyelashes, giving him a little smirk as he glares down at you, his face like thunder.

“Hello Gwil.” You greet him politely, your tone sweet yet sharp, as you pick up your new, full glass of Aperol Spritz, taking a sip from it and running the tip of your tongue across your top lip as you wait for him to respond.

“Are you finished?” Gwil asks you, his voice dangerously low as he towers over you. His deep, cobalt-blue eyes were practically burning a hole into your mind, a flash of jealousy illuminating them. You hum, looking at your nearly-full glass as if it were a tough question, pondering over your answer.

“Not quite.” You tease, flashing him a smile that was all teeth and no humour.

“That’s not what I meant.” He hisses, eyes shifting to the left, aware of Ben sat behind him, looking a little confused and forlorn.

So he had seen you.

“I wasn’t doing anything.” You tell him, the tone in your voice growing sharper by the second. You could feel another row coming on.

Gwil scoffs, his eyes rolling as he raises a singular eyebrow at you, as if to say “really?”. You got off your stool, the legs scraping on the floor as it pushes away from you, and stood in front of him, brazenly looking him in the eye.

“Don’t take that attitude with me.” You snap, one hand balling into a fist as the other grips the bar top. You’re almost shaking with fury as Gwil glares down at you, not even flinching at your sudden act of defiance.

Leaning in, his face draws ever closer to yours, and were it not for both of your vicious scowls, people might mistake you both for getting close and cuddly. Just inches from your face, Gwil’s arm slips past you and you get ready to push him away if he tries to grab your hand or pull you into him.

Instead, you hear the scrape of the barstool behind you and feel a soft bump as it hits the back of your legs, making you startle slightly. Gwil doesn’t break eye contact for a single second as he pulls the stool up.

“Sit.” He commands you, his voice a husky growl that sends a delicious chill down your spine. You do so immediately, scooting your bum onto the seat and waiting to see what he’ll do next. It’s a little unexpected, and not what you had thought might happen.

Gwil straightens up and turns around to his friend. Ben, who had been sat with his drink, was minding his own business and scrolling through his Instagram as the whole fiasco went on beside him. But when Gwil turned around he couldn’t help but notice the obvious waves of rage rolling off of his friend.

“Ben, can you give us a moment? Alone?” Gwil asks his friend calmly, the intimidating glare dissipating instantly as he addresses him. Ben shrugs, thinking none the wiser of it, and gets up from his seat, walking off to go find Joe and Rami.

You swear under your breath, realising that Ben had now sent you to your doom, as Gwil spun back to face you. His expression held no malice or anger, just frustration. You didn’t know whether it was the good or bad kind, however.

Stepping closer to you, Gwil slips his leg between yours as he closes the gap between the two of you. His body shields you from the eyes of the rest of the room, with the cool metal of the bar keeping you pinned against him.

“What the hell are you doing?” Gwilym hisses at you, all the while looking around the room, instead of at you. To anyone else, it might look like you two were having a meaningless conversation as Gwilym simply seemed to be observing the party. Nothing overly suspicious.

“I told you before, I wasn’t doing anything!” You snarl, picking up your glass and taking a big gulp of your drink, before slamming it back down on the surface, much like you had done with the lipstick earlier that day.

Gwilym’s hand suddenly grazes your knee, the pads of his fingers brushing the inside of your leg.

“Liar.” He responds, still refusing to look at you. You froze on the spot, unable to move as his hand rest firmly on your leg, his thumb digging into the soft flesh whilst his fingers lightly stroked across the soft skin. It sent tingles up your leg, straight to your core, and you tried not to let it bother you.

Besides, you were a little occupied by the fact that Gwilym had just called you a liar.

“What did you just call me?!” You demand, the volume and shrillness of your voice getting a little higher. Gwil’s hands slip up your leg, underneath the skirt of your dress, in a flash, gripping the flesh of your upper thigh tight, no doubt leaving marks. But it causes you to clamp your mouth shut as his fingers lay mere centimetres from your panties.

Bastard.

“Hush now.” Gwil murmurs, eyes twinkling as he tries to keep his face impassive, knowing full well what effect this was having on you.

“Fuck off.” You hiss under your breath, but it soon turns into a whimper as his index and middle finger slip further up and press harshly against your clothed clit. You have to resist the initial urge to move your hips and grant yourself some friction against his fingers.

Gwil leans down, so that his mouth is brushing against your ear, his beard scratching your cheek. His hot breath feels so good on your neck, and you can’t help the fact that you’re starting to get rather wet for him.

“Play nice, princess.” He hums, rubbing his fingers in a singular circle against your clit, feeling your body jerk against him in response. You clamp down on your bottom lip hard, another small whimper coming from your mouth.

“We’re in public, you know.” You mumble a weak excuse, when you finally manage to recover from the sudden stimulation. You were so furious at him for everything that had happened today, and yet it only seemed to make his touch, his fingers, and his presence more magnetising.

“I know. The perfect punishment for being such a naughty girl tonight.” Gwil chuckles, the low hum of his voice making your clit throb against the pressure of his fingertips. You couldn’t help but spread your legs a little wider for him. A silent plea for him to touch you more.

“Don’t know what you mean…” You moan gently, his fingers starting to rub slow circles through your panties onto your clit. Your hips begin to twitch involuntarily, succumbing to the magic of his fingers.

“Behave, or else I’ll stop.” He growls, removing his fingers from your clit, the loss of his touch leaving you feeling high and dry. That is, until his hand moves your panties to the side and his fingers begin to slide through your folds, spreading the wetness that has begun to pool in your underwear.

You gasp in delight and horror as you realise that there are people all around you both.

“Gwilym–”

“No.” He snaps, cutting you off.

You moan softly, knowing he won’t listen to you, not when he has you like putty in his fingers.

“Please, baby–” You whine, inching forward in your seat, hoping for him to get the hint. Gwilym sighs happily at his nickname, it offering some form of comfort to try balm over his jealousy. A name he knows only he can get you to say, and only say when you’re desperate for him.

“Much better.” He praises, fingers dipping closer to your entrance, but not quite enough. You roll your hips forward, your leg which is stuck between his brushing against his crotch, his hard on rubbing against your thigh. He’s just as turned on as you are.

This snaps you out of your mewling, submissive state, your half-closed eyes flicking up to look at his face that remains stone cold as he continues to tease your pussy in the middle of the party.

“Baby?” You ask him sweetly, batting your eyelashes at him as he looks down at you, slightly confused as to why you’ve stopped begging and squirming under his touch. You sneakily slip a hand up the inside of his thigh, until you reach his crotch, and rub his hard cock through his trousers.

Gwil almost stumbles at the sudden contact of your hand against his erection, palming him through his tight trousers, and has to bite back a loud moan. You can feel his dick flex and twitch under your palm and you can’t help but smile to yourself.

“You were saying?” You whisper, rubbing your hand along his length, the tips of your fingers pressing down a little to massage his shaft through the material. Gwilym’s fingers sink into your wet entrance without warning and you gasp, your free hand coming up to slap your mouth shut and stifle the moan that was soon to follow after.

His fingers curl inside you as he pumps them slowly, the heel of his palm grinding against your clit.

“Fuck–” You cry, as quietly as possible, through your fingers.

“Don’t you dare tease me without my permission, do you hear me?” Gwil growls, fingers moving slow inside you as he leans in to plant a kiss on your neck, right below your ear. You whine and nod your head in response, unable to open your mouth for fear of a moan coming out.

Gwilym savours the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers for a little bit longer, before he pulls away, leaving you feeling empty without his long digits inside you, fucking you just right.

He pulls out a tissue and wipes his fingers, internally fighting the urge to lick them clean like he normally would, to be able to enjoy the taste of you. But he knows there’s time yet.

“Get up.” He demands, pulling you to your feet and taking your hand in his. He begins to drag you towards the door that will lead you into the lobby, where the lifts are. You follow after him like a lost sheep, giddy with excitement and arousal. Gwilym stabs the button for the lift, and the two of you wait in silence, the lobby is almost dead, save for you and the receptionist who doesn’t even raise his head at you both.

Gwilym leans down to whisper into your ear. “When you get into that lift, I want you to take your panties off like a good girl.” He informs you, just as the lift dings and the doors open.

It’s pretty late now, so you know that there will be barely anyone else around.

The two of you step into the lift and Gwil pushes the button for your floor, before the doors close softly. He turns to you, leaning his back against the wall of the lift, his arms folded as he waits expectantly, eyes glittering with arousal. For a second you stand there defiantly, until he raises an eyebrow at you, his gaze promising punishment if you don’t comply with his wishes.

You slip your dress skirt up, hooking your thumbs in the waistband of your panties and pulling the down over your ass, letting them drop onto the carpeted floor. Gwil’s eyes remain focused on your face as he extends a hand out, waiting. You pick your panties up off the floor and place them in his outstretched palm, watching as he pockets them without another word.

“Good girl.” He tells you, as the lift dings and the doors slide open to reveal your floor.

The walk to your room is silent, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation and lust. Gwilym unlocks the door to your room, flicking the lights on. Throwing his blazer onto the little armchair, he begins to undo the tie which he had tried so hard to get perfect earlier that evening.

“Get on the bed.” He growls at you, noticing you stood in the middle of the room, watching him begin to undress. “And take everything off.” He adds, eyes flicking down to your dress.

He begins to unbutton his shirt, pulling it out of his trousers from where it had been neatly tucked in, kicking off his shoes in the process. You remain still, watching him slowly remove his clothing, his slightly tanned skin rippling as his muscles flex with every movement, in the soft glow of the lamps. Just as he starts to undo his belt, he looks over at you and realises you’re still not doing as he asked.

With a sigh, he stalks over to you and slips behind you. His fingers brush the nape of your neck as he shifts your hair aside, scooping it over one shoulder, so that he can get to the zip of your dress. You can hear the little whirr as he pulls the zip down, the material of your dress loosening as he slides it off your shoulders, letting it slip off your body.

You look down and see it pooled around your ankles, leaving you naked in front of him. Gwil sucks in a deep breath as his eyes move over your bare form, unable to contain his obvious admiration.

“Fuck, princess.” He groans, his hands grazing your hips. Gwil leans forward and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs against your hot skin.

You lean back into him, the bare skin of his chest warming against your back, relishing the contact between you both.

“I’m so lucky to call you mine.” He sighs, both his hands slipping up to cup your breasts, kneading them in palms, fingers grazing over your nipples. You instinctively arch your back, your ass pressing against his hard cock, earning a low moan from him.

“I’m all yours.” You assure him, tilting your head back to give him more access to your neck, allowing him to plant open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin. He takes one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, rubbing it gently. Your skin erupts with goose bumps and you groan, his hard cock straining against his trousers.

“Mine.” He growls, before going to your neck and slowly sucking a deep purple bruise into the skin. You reach a hand up to run it through his floppy brown hair, having recently got the back and sides cut short, so it feels soft and fluffy.

“Say it again.” You beg, feeling the familiar rush arousal between your legs, knowing you must be soaking wet right now.

He removes his lips from your neck, spinning you around to face him, cupping your face with his hands.

“Mine.” He whispers, his eyes blown with lust and love for you, lips plump and red from how much he’s bitten them.

“Then fuck me like I’m yours.” You tell him firmly, eyes never breaking contact, as you take one of his hands from your face and gently wrap it around your throat, adding a little bit of pressure.

Gwilym needs no more hints, pushing you onto the bed and climbing on top of you in an instant, sliding his belt off and pulling his trousers down so he can rub a hand against his hard cock through his underwear.

“Legs, princess.” He tells you, opening your legs and slipping them over his shoulders, with you helping him without hesitation. Gwil, his head between your thighs, looks up at you and gives you a warm smile, all the dominating swagger he usually has vanishing for a moment, as he looks at you like he’s the luckiest man in the world.

And then it’s gone, as Gwil dips his tongue between your folds, the tip flicking against your clit. You can feel the bristles of his beard scratching against the inside of your thighs and creating more friction against your pussy.

“Fuck, Gwil.” You cry, your back arcing as you slip your hands down to run them through the long strands of hair on the top of his head, tugging them a little. His instinct is to moan as you pull on his hair, and the vibrations against your clit make you buck your hips, grinding your pussy against his tongue.

“So wet, baby girl.” Gwil teases, removing his mouth and using a finger to rub slow circles on your clit, watching you squirm under him. He can feel his cock leaking pre-cum in his boxers, and he so desperately wants to be buried in your soaked pussy.

You seem to want the same thing as you beg for him to fuck you, your legs trembling as he switches from using his finger on your clit to using his thumb, allowing him to tease your entrance.

“Want my fingers in your pretty pussy?” He asks you, dipping them in slightly, but not fully, liking to watch as you gasp at every movement. You nod in response, your soft moans giving him all the encouragement he needs.

He buries two fingers into you with ease, curling them inside you to rub against your walls, before he starts to pump them. The sight of your legs opening more for him, taking his fingers so well, makes Gwilym rock hard. He pushes down his boxers, finally relieving his erection from its confines. It springs out, the pre-cum dripping off the tip as he wraps his spare hand around the shaft, and slowly begins stroking himself to the sight before him.

You open your eyes, wanting to see Gwilym’s face as he fucks you with his fingers, and you almost cum when you see him jerking off over you.

“Such a good girl.” He moans, mouth falling open slightly as his fist pumps his cock quickly, still praising you as he gets you both off.

“Gwil, fuck me.” You beg, knowing that you can’t hold off your orgasm much longer, and wanting to feel him deep inside you. He slows down his rhythm, teasing himself as he strokes just the head of his cock, removing his fingers from your pussy and greedily licking all your juices off them.

He shuffles himself so that his cock is lined up with your entrance, moving his hand from his member to the base of his shaft.

Gwil slowly pushes the tip inside you, pausing as you moan at the teasing sensation, before slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you, until his cock fills you up entirely. He can’t contain the hungry growl in his throat, as his desires are slowly fulfilled.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He moans, relishing the way your walls clench around him, before he begins to pull back out, and then in once more, building up a pace. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist as he thrusts into you quickly, his arms pinned at either side of your head as he leans over you, the new angle allowing him to fuck you better.

“Baby–” You cry out, one hand gripping the sheets whilst the other holds onto one of Gwil’s wrists. Noticing the way you grip onto his arm, he leans down, using his left forearm to prop himself up, whilst he slips his right hand around your throat, holding you in place. Your hand reaches up to rest over his, not adding any pressure, but just wanting to feel the sensation of his hand around your neck.

“God you’re so fucking hot, and you were so naughty tonight.” He growls next to your ear, panting as he fucks you harder, your skin slapping against each other as he drives his cock into you.

“…Wanted your attention.” You whimper, turning your head towards his, leaning in for a heated kiss. Gwilym runs his tongue along your lips before sticking it down your throat, your lips coming together in a wet kiss.

“Because only I can make you feel this good.” He gasps when you pull apart, looking at you through his long eyelashes, a little bit of spit coating his bottom lip. You gently suck his bottom lip, pulling a breathy moan from him.

“Of course baby.” You assure him, a hand slipping down to your clit to begin rubbing it at a fast pace, matching every one of Gwilym’s thrusts. “Now let me show you how you make me feel.” You tell him.

Gwilym brings himself up onto his haunches, his hands falling down to hold your hips, allowing him to control your movements and watch you play with yourself on his cock. With every clench of your walls around his cock, his thrusts grow a little more desperate, and he prays you’ll cum soon so that he can join you.

Your mouth falls open as the beginning of your orgasm starts to creep up in your stomach, and Gwilym has to bite his lip as he watches you get closer and closer.

“Say my name.” He begs you. “Say my name when you cum, princess.”

You nod at him, knowing he won’t have to wait much longer, as you reach the edge of your climax, going over the edge and falling into bliss.

“I’m–Fuck, Gwil! Oh, fuck baby…” You moan, the waves of euphoria washing over your body with every thrust of Gwil’s cock inside you.

Gwil, knowing you’ve reached your high, doesn’t try to hold off his own orgasm any longer, his thrusts getting sloppier, until he’s finally cumming too, his hot load spurting inside you.

“Jesus! Holy fuck–” He exclaims, hips still rolling against yours as he rides it out, wanting the pleasure to last as long as possible. After a few more shaky thrusts, he carefully pulls out, before bending down and pressing soft kisses up your stomach, past the valley of your breasts, until he’s kissing your chin all the way up to your lips, where he plants quick, hot kisses.

His hair is hanging down over his face, getting in his eyes and tickling his nose, but he doesn’t care, because you’re there in front of him, looking up at him with an incomparable amount of love in your heart, your eyes slightly glazed from exhaustion, as you reach up to stroke his beard.

No matter how mad he may get at you, he knows nothing can ever beat this feeling.

[queenscoolcat]

A mix of 44 and 49 with Bri? ❤️❤️❤️

I really hope you like it.

Request are currently closed, but here is the prompt list used.

Pairing: Brian May x Reader (you can read it as Gwilym!Brian May x Reader)

Warning: Fluff with some insinuations of smut, and probably lots of mistakes.

-

“Cuddle me.”

“I’m too sober for this”

-

You didn’t anticipate arriving home so late. It was girls night, and after a couple of drinks you forgot you told Brian you would be home before 1 am, and now that the sun was almost rising you chuckle as you struggle to get to your room where Brian would be fast asleep and probably a little mad at you cause how late it was.

The moment you opened your bedroom door you scream in excitement only to be shushed by yourself, you laugh at your drunk actions, trying your best to take your heels off.

“Y/n? Is that you?” You hear Brian ask, his voice sounded so tired that even your drunk self felt guilty about it.

“No?” You mutter as you took your dress to climb into bed.

“It sounds like you, love,” Brian said wrapping your arms around you.

You giggle a little, but as soon as you notice he was shirtless, you started kissing his neck making sure to leave some marks there, when you heard Brian moan, a cheeky smile appeared on your face only to be banished as you continue your work.

“You are drunk,” Brian stated, though both of you already knew that “ and you should go to sleep.”

“But I want to suck your cock” you mutter turning to look at your boyfriend, you were frowning since you couldn’t understand why he suggests that.

“You are too drunk,” Brian said with a huge smile that made you want to kiss him all night long, or since the night had gone by, all day long “ and I’m too sober for this”

The last statement was a whisper more to himself than for you to hear, you opened your mouth to protest, but a sudden yawn interrupted you, you hear Brian chuckle as he stares at you in amusement.

“Stay here, love,” Brian mutter as he kissed your forehead before he got out of bed to grab some makeup wipes, you whine when he wasn’t close to you anymore, but still, you waited for him without moving.

When Bri was back, he helped you take your makeup off, his movements were so smooth and delicate they made you feel a little sleepy as time went by, when he finished, he threw the dirty makeup wipes on the trashcan before he joined you in bed again.

“Do you want me to hand you your pyjamas?” Bri asked when he realized you were just in your underwear, you shake your head as you buried yourself closer to him “what do you want, my love?”

“Cuddle me,” you whisper feeling yourself drifting away.

Brian kissed your head with a soft smile on his face, loving how cute and beautiful you truly were, though he made a mental note to wake up early to bring you some aspirins and a big glass of water so you wouldn’t feel like shit.

[ohtheseboysilove]

Requests

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ;) 800 followers celebration !!!

Prompts list 

Feel free to send me any request for os and prompts, I write about :

Ben Hardy (and all of his characters)

Joe Mazzello

Gwilym Lee

Roger Taylor 

 I can write fluff, angst, smut...basically anything you want...the more you give me details, the better is it. Also I accept multi-pairing !

SEND YOUR REQUESTS HERE

[killerqweens]

prompt list

This is my prompt list for X reader imagines, you may request Anyone. Obviously Queen and even the Borhap cast!

Here is the Masterlist

Prompts:

-

1: “I love you most ardently.”

2: “You know what white button up shirts do to me.”

3: “You’re tolerable.”

4: “I’m sorry I broke your heart.”

5: “Hug?”, “absolutely not.”

6: “Care for a dance?”

7: “So the baby, it’s yours.”

8: “I would’ve never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

9: “I’m never going in there again.”

10: “That’s not what you said last night.”

11: “Where does your love lie?”

12: “The ladies can’t help themselves to a man who’s good with kids.”

13: “You’re the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen.”

14: “I’m not scared of you.”

15: “I’m sorry I lied.”

16: “Several people knew about my baby before I did?”

17: “Wait, you’re engaged?”

18: “You should be with them.”

19: “You’re so sexy when you’re mad.”

20: “Walk away and we’re done.”

21: “Worst part? I still love you.”

22: “I can’t live without you.”

23: “Be a doll and kiss me.”

24: “You could do so much better than me.”

25: “I love you.”, ”gross.”, ”we’re married!”

26: “Oh, is that a smile I see?”

27: “People are watching.”

28: “Nobody loves you more than I do.”

29: “Please, look at me.”

30: “Forget everything and run into my arms.”

31: “I could never have feelings for you.”

32: “You’re my Killer Queen.”

33: “You mean more to me than life itself.”

34: “Don’t leave me.”

35: “you woke me up to cuddle at three AM?”

36: “You lied to me.”

37: “I wish you could’ve told me your mother was in town.”

38: “She looks at me and I just-”, ”Forget your name?”, “Exactly.”

39: “marry me.”

40: “From the first moment I saw you I knew I was In love.”

41: “Save me a dance.”

42: “I could be your own Mr. Darcy.”

43: “What else do I have to say? You’re the love of my life.”

44: “Are you pregnant?”

45: “I wouldn't ask for anyone else.”

46: “She doesn't matter, only you.”

47: “I’m marrying my best friend.”

48: “Lets adopt a cat together.”

49: “Stop lying to me!”

50: “You’re the kind of person I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

51: “If you think I like you than you’re absolutely right.”

52: “Daring, I love it.”

53: “Stop using alcohol as an excuse for cheating.”

54: “Sweetheart, come lay with me.”

55: “I may or may not have stolen this cat.”

56: “She’s amazing.”

57: “I think I’m gonna marry her.”

58: “I would lay in bed with you all day.”

59: “A ring on your finger really suits you.”

60: “I’m falling In love with you all over again.”

DISCLAIMER: I always like to keep my x readers gender neutral but if you pick one like 57 then the reader will be female.

[freddie-roger-brian-john]

Angst prompts

Go ahead and request something for any of the Queen members (I also want to do some for Warren cause I love Ben Hardy)

-

1. I’m gonna take care of you.

2. _____’s in the hospital.

3. You’re going to be ok.

4. You promised.

5. Look whose come crawling back.

6. Just breathe.

7. What if she doesn’t wake up.

8. I trusted you.

9. What happened?!

10. How long has it been?

11. You’ve just given up, haven’t you?

12. You need to let me help you.

13. You’re a piece of shit.

14. Just fuck off.

15. I’m not talking to him.

16. “She’s going to be ok-” “what if she’s not?!”

17. I can’t do this without you.

18. You promised you’d stop.

19. Why did you stay with him?

20. Don’t fucking touch her!

21. I hate you.

22. Don’t make a scene.

23. You have to choose.

24. What did he do to you?

25. I’m pregnant.

26. Please don’t leave me.

27. Fine! Leave! See if I care!

28. I can’t even look at you right now.

29. No, you’re just a completely different person to me now.

30. My best friend is sleeping with my girlfriend?!

31. Why hasn’t she woken up yet?

32. We need to be there for him.

33. I need him.

34. It’s my fucking fault she got hurt.

35. You need to stop blaming yourself.

36. Once a cheater, always a cheater.

37. This really fucking hurts.

38. She doesn’t want to see you, mate.

39. I’m so sorry, s/he’s gone.

40. How am I meant to live without you?

[ohtheseboysilove]

i think i just found the best prompt list ever god ✨ im working and very bored so you can submit requests my cutie pies 💋💋💋

200 Dialogue Prompts

A. ANGST:

“I think we should break up.”

“You aren’t who I thought you were.”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“You want to be with him/her/them, don’t you?”

“You promised you’d change!”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“What is so wrong with me?”

“I’m sick of trying.”

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“Your problem isn’t me, your problem is _______” (Fill in the blank)

“I’m always wrong, aren’t I?”

“You said this time it’d be different.”

“Please give me a chance.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“We can’t keep this up forever.”

“You make me feel so small.”

“Don’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t ever call me again.”

“Talk to me, please.”

“Don’t push me away.”

“This is your son/daughter.”

“I think I need a break from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t promise you anything.”

“It’s better this way.”

“The baby… it’s yours.”

“After all this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye?”

“I can only blame myself.”

“I was only pretending.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“This is all because of you!”

“I don’t feel the same way.”

“Just go!”

“Please stay.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

“Don’t tell me to keep calm!”

“I’m keeping the baby, with or without you.”

“I need to be alone.”

“Stop calling me.”

“I can’t remember why I ever loved you.”

“Don’t apologize; I know you don’t mean it.”

“I can’t believe what you’ve done.”

“I don’t need you, I’m fine on my own.”

B. FLUFF:

“Quit stealing all the pillows!”

“You want a bite?”

“Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

“You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?”

“What should we name him/her?”

“Have you ever played in the rain?”

“Is it hot in here or is that just you?”

“Why are your feet so cold?”

“Ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“There’s room for two/three!”

“Stop that, I’m ticklish!”

“Put your finger here while I go get the tape.”

“Here’s my number!”

“You want chocolate or vanilla?”

“Your hands are so warm!

“Are you sure you’re not tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

“You’re sweeter than candy.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Your hair’s so soft…”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“Can I rub your back?”

“If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?”

“I think I love you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hold my hand.”

“It’s not morning yet.”

“Stay for a little longer…”

“Of course I’m happy! How far along are you?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“You are my love.”

“You were right here all along.”

“Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”

“You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.”

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

“Call me whenever… no really.”

“You’ve got flour on your cheek.”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”

“You could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“We’re pregnant!”

“Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.”

“We could try cuddling.”

“Stop being so cute.”

“Are you okay?”

“Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.”

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

C. HURT/COMFORT

“I came as soon as I heard!”

“Get back in bed, you’re not healed yet!”

“I’m not leaving your side.”

“I don’t care, I’m not staying in bed!”

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“Want me to hold your hand?”

“Move as little as possible.”

“Hey… you’re awake!”

“Stay close, please?”

“Don’t look at me… I’m sick!”

“I think I’m going to puke…”

“I’ve never felt worse.”

“Does it hurt badly?”

“Don’t move, I’ll get help!”

“I’m so tired I can barely move.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Can you see me?”

“I’m coming for you, don’t move!”

“Want some tea?”

“Can you please stop eating that? The smell is making me nauseous.”

“Where are you? Tell me where you are.”

“Morning sickness isn’t always in the morning.”

“Eat your soup before it gets cold.”

“I want more noodles… that’s just broth and you know it.”

“Can I have a glass of water?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yes, I’m taking care of them. They’re coming home with me.”

“Do you want me to get more blankets?”

“Did you have another nightmare?”

“Can you come pick me up?”

“Just breathe. Breath with me.”

“Where did all those bruises come from?”

“Talk to me. You can’t take on all of this alone.”

“I think I have a band-aid in my purse…”

“I’ll need something stronger than this.”

“Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“The sight of blood makes me pass out.”

“I’m in the hospital.”

“Just keep pressure on it.”

“You should probably eat something.”

“Oh hey… you’re here.”

“Oh, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

“You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

“You’re burning up.”

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“Hey, hey… it’s just me.”

“Calm down…”

“Because I care about you!”

“I don’t know where I am!”

“How drunk was I?”

D. LEMONS (Under the cut)

Afficher davantage

[acdeaky]

i officially have over 1,000 followers and i never thought i’d make it this far and it’s all thanks to you all! i love you all so so much and i’m excited for my celebration! i’ve decided to do another week of blurbs (which i also did for my 500 followers celebration) which you all loved and so did i.

this is being posted on monday 2nd november. requests are open from now until sunday 8th november at 11:59pm GMT

when requesting, please include the person/character of choice, then the number of which blurb/s you want and from which category they are from. a maximum of three is politely asked, but they can be from different categories if you wish.

i do not write:

smut

serious mental health issues

abuse

who i will write for:

joe mazzello

and characters: eugene sledge, gardner langway, pat murray and adult!tim murphy

ben hardy

gwilym lee

john deacon

(joe!john)

roger taylor

(ben!roger)

taron egerton

and character: gary ‘eggsy’ unwin

pedro pascal

and characters: javier peña, the mandalorian/din djarin and frankie ‘catfish’ morales

miscellaneous

david budd, steve murphy, diego hargreeves

prompts you can request!

fluff:

“i’m in love with you.”

“i want to marry you.”

“you make me the happiest person alive.”

“i'm following my heart.”

“i want to do this with you.” 

“you'll never lose me.”

“did you miss me?”

“how'd i get so lucky?”

“just hug me.”

“i think i could fall for you.” 

“so, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

“i want you. only you.”

“you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.”

“i’m better when i’m with you.”

“you owe me a kiss.”

“what did you do now?”

“i love you.”

“i got these so you'd fix me.”

“you mean the world to me.”

“i always miss you.”

“i will always honestly, truly, completely love you.”

“please just kiss me already.”

“why'd you have to be so cute?”

“it’s not in my nature to give you up.”

“you make me feel less lonely.”

angst:

“i cant keep living like this.”

“you're a heartbreaker.”

“i hate that you made me fall in love with you when you didn't even jump.”

“i can't do the anymore.”

“i didn’twant to be with you in the first place!” 

“i don't want to marry you.”

“you made me give up everything.”

“i knew every bad and terrible thing about you and it dint stop me falling in love!”

“i don't want to do this anymore.” 

“this isn't what friends do!”

“i know exactly how this ends.”

“you can't fix this.”

“i can't afford to fall in love with you again.”

“do you ever think of me?”

“i thought i was going to lose you.”

“i hate the way you make me feel.”

“no! you don't get to give up!”

“you don't get to say goodbye this time.”

“i can't keep kissing strangers and pretending they're you.”

“i hate that i miss you.”

“i shouldn't have fallen in love with you.” 

“i never really got over you, and i don't know if i ever will.”

“i can't lose you, too.”

“why do you keep letting assholes like them screw you over?”

“we’re not just friends and you know it!” 

kisses:

kiss on the neck

“good morning” kiss

giggly kiss

kiss on the cheek

first kiss 

kiss on the nose 

soft kiss 

‘spin the bottle’ kiss 

kiss on the forehead

last kiss 

kiss on the ear

“goodbye” kiss 

kiss on the back 

quick kiss 

kiss on the shoulder 

“i miss you” kiss 

kiss on the hand

kiss on the temple 

in secret kiss 

kiss all over the face 

breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you're murmuring into each other’s mouths 

when one stops the kiss to whisper “i’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more 

being unable to open their eyes for a few moments afterwards 

kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap 

kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing 

situations:

domestic

dad! (x partner!reader)

at work 

before a mission 

after a mission 

on set 

at a game

before war 

after war 

before tour

soulmate au:

tattoos

greyscale turn colour

their first words to you

timers 

scars 

song prompts:

“please don’t leave.” flicker, niall horan

“i can't tell you how miss i wish i didn't want to stay” wish you were gay, billie eilish 

“why does God keep bringing me back to you?” everytime, ariana grande

“darling, you look perfect tonight.” perfect, ed sheeran 

“i promise that i’ll love you for the rest of my life.” black and white, niall horan

“i’m missing half of me.” half a heart, one direction 

“any excuse to stay awake with you.” goodnight n’ go, ariana grande

“i can't take my eyes off of you.” the blower’s daughter, damien rice

“darling, you don't have to hold it.” fire away, niall horan

“how would you feel if i told you i love you.” how would you feel (paean), ed sheeran

“can't stop staring at those ocean eyes.” ocean eyes, billie eilish

“i know you’re still the one.” still the one, one direction 

“maybe i came on too strong.” dive, ed sheeran

“i’m still in love with you.” still, niall horan

“i thought my heart had learned it’s lesson.” i won't say (i’m in love), susan egan

[freddiesaysalright]

Masterlist

Here it is y’all! I’ll do my best to update it regularly :)

The numbers refer to my Prompt List

Hallow-Queen Prompts HallowQUEEN Masterlist

Series/Long Fics

My Man (Ben!Roger x Reader) Part I Part II Part III (kinda steamy at the end) Part IV Part V (tw: attempted sexual assault) Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Epilogue Bonus Blurb

Catching Up (Joe x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI (contains smut) Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X Part XI Part XII Part XIII Epilogue

Dancing With Ben (Ben x Reader) Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 Week 4 Week 5 Week 6 Week 7 Week 8 (contains smut) Week 9 Week 10 Week 11 Week 12 Epilogue

I Don’t Like You or Your Band (John Deacon x Reader) Preview Full Fic (contains smut)

Lingerie (Joe Mazzello x Reader) Sneak Peek (smut) Full Fic (smut)

Peace Like A River (Gwilym x Reader) Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX (smut) Part X Part XI Epilogue

Imagines/Requests

Ben Hardy Ben and post-baby reader Ben saves reader from attack at a party (tw: attempted sexual assault) Ben and reader love at first sight (very fluffy) Ben helps reader with a sprained ankle Ben fights with reader about screenshots online Reader sees Ben’s ex on his Insta Reader is daughter of a Hollywood exec Ben and a younger woman Ben falling for a bookshop girl Ben wants to take you on vacation Ben and Filipino reader Running away from your asshole fiance with Ben Trying to start a family with Ben Long distance relationship with Ben (fluffy) 15 and 43 29 and 46 (smut) Introducing his boyfriend to the rest of he BoRhap boys 20, 21, 22 (smut) 1 and 44 (smut) 2 and 25 Dad!Ben (fluffy) Domestic fluff w/ daughter and baby #2 on the way Starring with him in a movie Morning sex with Ben (smut) Telling him you’re pregnant on his birthday Ben and your daughter surprising you on Mother’s Day Getting with Joe’s brother on set What You Deserve Firsts Reuniting after breaking up Misunderstanding you and Roger’s relationship When his fans are rude to you Dating an Australian HCs Dating a punk girl Teaching him drums for BoRhap Coaching your daughter’s soccer team Sub!Ben w/ pegging (smut) Asking you to have a baby with him (smut) Relieving his stress (smut) Comforting you after getting a haircut Asking him to make a sex tape (kinda steamy) Taking care of you after getting your tonsils out

Joe Mazzello Joe and reader find out they’re having twins Joe and reader with PTSD WWI AU with soldier!Joe and nurse!reader (very fluffy) Cheering up Rami’s sister after a breakup Meeting Joe after a long term relationship Drunk crying over Joe Joe helping reader with body image issues Meeting Joe on a blind date Getting with Joe at Rami and Lucy’s wedding (fluffy) A musical proposal Joe comforting you after a nightmare (kinda steamy)  Surprising you at work Comforting you when stress triggers depression Taking a bath with him (steamy) Drunkenly seducing him (steamy) You and Joe having lots of kids + one more 15 and 19 49 and 20 (smut) 40 and 49 36 and 50 21 and 27 (smut) Accidentally revealing you’re pregnant in an interview 28 and 34 41, 44, 23 Joe being clingy in his sleep Neighbor!Joe Romantic dinner away from the kids (steamy) Part II of ^ (smut) Fighting before he goes on a trip Joe wants to move in together but Y/N is hesitant When you’re different from his exes Choosing adoption Taking your grandmother’s ring to propose Celebrating going to college together Taking care of you on your birthday Comforting him after a breakup Proposing to you after a roller coaster Bath bomb proposal (kinda steamy) Morning sex with Joe at your parents’ house (smut) Morning sex interrupted by your baby (smut) Dancing to Somebody to Love at your wedding Baking with him on a lazy weekend Wedding night (smut) Introducing him to Stranger Things He takes you to a Yankees game Dad!Joe on your daughter’s birthday Stargazing with him Sub!Joe (smut) Dancing to Senorita Watching fireworks with him Keeping you up to watch the cricket world cup Starting the family band Aftercare with Joe Going to Burger King at 1AM Falling asleep watching TV Drunk makeout with Joe HCs Comforting you after losing your cat Wanting you to stay in bed with him Being Joe’s stylist (smut) Convincing you to dance with him Playing Just Dance with him Getting together while on vacation (smut) Feeling like you’re not good enough for him Doing a bunch of DIY around the house  Discovering his size kink (smut) Camping adventures Your first time sleeping together (smut) Catching you masturbating (smut) At your wedding reception Rami and Lucy hyping you and Joe up for your first date Falling asleep/waking up next to him HCs (kinda steamy) Distracting you from your yoga (smut) Telling him you want to wait until marriage Embarrassing your kids in front of their friends Going to bed angry HCs Turning him on in public (smut) Saying goodbye before college Drifting apart HCs (angst)

Gwilym Lee Gwilym comforts bartender reader Threesome with Gwilym and Rami (kinda steamy but also not my best work) Gwilym helps reader destress after exams (extremely fluffy) Giving Gwil a strip tease (kinda steamy) Gwil almost makes you watch Child’s Play  Gwil helps reader who is afraid of storms (FLUFFY AS SHIT PROBABLY MY FAVORITE) Gwilym and reader fight before a party Gwilym’s best friend has feelings for him Gwilym comes home after a month away Gwil and reader say goodbye to their dog (PAINFUL) Gwil used to make fun of reader in school Fighting for you at a bar Comforting him through loss of a loved one (fluffy) Playing Chrissy in BoRhap Reader attacked while with Gwil at a bar (tw: attempted sexual assault) Meeting Gwil and his friends at the bar Fighting with him before a business trip Getting into an accident and Gwil stays by your side Waking up with Gwilym (fluffy) 9, 29, 43 Baking Introducing you to Brian and Roger Comforting you after a bad breakup  Being with an American on 4th of July Surprising him on his birthday Firsts Moving in together Gwil and Playmate!Reader (smut) “Strangers at a bar” (smut) Dressing as schoolgirl for him (smut) Sub!Gwil w/ slight breeding kink (smut) Comforting you about your nose When you get you wisdom teeth out

Rami Malek Rami hooks up with a fan at the bar (smut) Part II of ^ Rami and reader skinny dip in their pool (kinda steamy) Helps reader with writer’s block relax (smut) Reader has a hard time showing emotions Taking care of sick Rami (fluffy) Defending Rami Fighting with Rami Rami winning you over on set (kinda steamy) An unexpected proposal 36 and 29 Seeing you without makeup Sub!Rami headcanons (smut) Proposing to you after sex (brief smut) Rami in drag for BoRhap HCs (smut) Under The Stars Friends to lovers Telling him you’re terminally ill (angsty as fuck) Taking your daughter to her first day of school Rami and deaf!reader cooking for his family

Lucy Boynton Helping her with her wedding Celebrating your anniversary Relieving the sexual tension (smut) Coming out to the cast together Getting drunk and admitting her feelings to you When your daughter is getting bullied

Allen Leech Taking you home to Ireland

Brian May Finding out Brian cheated (ANGSTY) Brian proposing on stage (fluffy) Brian and reader fuck at the drive in (smut) Brian and HS gf lose their virginities (smut) Brian comforts reader after serious accident (very fluffy) Brian and reader with ADHD Reader passes out and goes to hospital Brian and reader’s wedding day Dom!Bri blurb (smut) Road tripping with Brian (kinda steamy) Confessing his feelings under the stars You and Brian’s daughter coming out You and Brian’s daughter marrying her girlfriend  2 and 46 (smut) 50 Brian and plus size reader 40 (smut) 20 and 31 28, 33, 36 Roger’s groupies make fun of Brian’s gf Carrying you to bed b/c of an injury All his pet names for you Being insecure he might be cheating “Rumor has it I make you nervous” Enemies w/ benefits to lovers Becoming smitten with a flutist Defending you from the press

Roger Taylor  Flirting with reader after a gig Rog gets jealous when John accidentally sees reader nude Making up after a fight Performing Rocky Horror for him (kinda steamy) Teaching his best friend the drums Dreaming Roger was in an accident 60s Roger 80s Roger and Filipino reader  Roger and Latina reader Roger confessing his feelings after a car accident 10, 17, 37 Passing notes “All I Wanted” songfic She’s out of my life (angsty) Fighting with his childhood friend but getting together Being amused by your emotions on your period Public quickie with Roger (smut) 8, 17, 38 Doing his Rogerina makeup

John Deacon Joe!John kissing reader for the first time 20 and 42 27 and 21 Meeting John on SNL Helping you with period pain Talking about you in an interview Waking him up on his birthday

Freddie Mercury 19 He’s your first kiss 27 (fluffy) 46 Comforting you during stress When he isn’t there for you (daughter!reader)

BoRhap Boys Pregnancy fluff Discussing accents Ben interrupts you and Gwil’s wedding Helping you when you’ve been rejected

Queen Helping their protege after she gets pregnant  Choosing between Brian and Roger Taking care of you after fracturing your tailbone

[queenattheopera]

Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor x Reader and slight Gwilym Lee! Brian May x Reader

Prompt: Y/n has a crush on Brian May, but when things don’t work out she turns to Roger for comfort.

Part 1 (Edited 1/24/20)

There had to be more than a hundred people packed into the bar that Freddie told me to meet him at. The warmth inside contrasted the cold I was itching to get away from. Taking off my coat my mind wanders back to my phone call with Freddie. It was when he called that he told me he joined the band with his roommates. He’s thrilled about getting on stage. I’m as excited as him to see him perform. What kind of friend would I be if I hadn’t shown my support?

He definitely would have never let me hear the end of it if I missed the show anyways. Leaving my coat by the door, I adjust my clothes. Freddie had “requested,” more like demanded, that I wear a leather skirt with fishnets and my boots. Not one to argue with my personal stylist, I complied. I’m glad I listened to him because I can feel hella confident and hot.

Looking around I see a board announcing “Queen” as tonight’s headliner. I’ve heard of the band before, but I’ve never seen them perform. Now that Freddie is the vocalist, I have the perfect reason to see them. They’re gonna be good I already know it. It’s because of him. I am so proud of Freddie. He’s wanted this for so long and he’s finally getting his chance to shine.

It’s about time that everyone else gets to hear him sing. Squeezing my way past most of the crowd I get to the bar. It doesn’t take long for the bartender to make his way over.

“Hey, there. What can I get you, love?” Smiling I ask for two shots and send him off with a wink. Not a minute later I strut away with the glasses and head backstage to find my best friend. He spotted me before I could begin to look for him.

He was a way off but I could hear him loud and clear. “Darling, you made it!” He yelled. I rush over to him and hand him his glass. “Fred! Here I got you something to take the edge off.

“Oh please, I’m not nervous.” As he says that I smirk and shrug.  

"Fine, I guess I’ll have to drink both of them then.“  Taking his glass he motions his glass out and yells cheers. I clink our glasses and we down our drinks like water.

Taking the glasses and setting them aside Freddie pulls me into a hug. I kiss his cheek and squeal, “You look fantastic! I can’t believe you’re going to be a rockstar.”

He scoffs, “I’ve always been a rock star, love.”

"My bad you’re right. But don’t forget me when you’re all rich and famous. I am your first fan.” Before Fred could respond with a snide remark, the men standing nearby interrupted.

“Fred, are you going to stand there without introducing us to this lovely lady?” Chuckling, Freddie grabs my hand and twirls me for these men to see. He’s showcasing the outfit he dressed me in with pride. I get a little bit flustered when he does this so I avoid looking at the men standing before me. When I lift my head to look at the three. My eyes stay on the tallest of them.

His height was the first thing that caught my eye. But once I did gave him a better look, he had a gentle gaze that erupted butterflies in me. My cheeks heat up. He is gorgeous, how can someone be so hot. Freddie notices me staring and smirks.

“So,” said the guy holding a bass, “Who’s your friend?”. Out of the corner of my eye. I see the blond make his way closer.

Freddie squeezes my hand to get my full attention, “This lovely beauty right here is, y/n.” I wave at them and smile. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Brian. That over there is John an-“

“I’m Roger,” he loomed over me. He caught me off guard because his lips met my hand. He begins to eye me up and down, and his gaze is scrutinizing. I blush harder and roll my eyes when I see him bite his lip. The boys don’t see me blush but they catch the eye roll.

“Heel boy. Sorry, y/n if Freddie had told us you were coming; we would have had Roger on a tight leash.” John’s jab at Roger eased the tension. I was trying to stifle my laugh, but I lost it when Roger glared and tried to kick him for the jab.

Soon everyone but Roger joined in the laughter. Staring at Brian, I mentally drool over this man. His soft laugh adds to the butterflies and I notice all the small things about him. Like how his curls fall onto his shoulders. His laugh lines and beautiful brown eyes.

I’m pulled away from heaven by Freddie. “Y/n darling, go find a spot near the stage before it fills up. You need to be close to the stage to get the full experience!“

Laughing, I pull him into another hug. "Good luck babe, don’t fall! I can’t have reputation ruined if you were to mess up.” I poke at Fred. He gives me a fake glare.

“Darling, we don’t need luck.” Freddie spins me around and ushers me toward the crowd. Shaking my head, I find a spot and wait for the show. I watch Brian setting up and I almost start to drool. Freddie grabs the mic stand and the crowd’s attention.

He struggles a bit and looks at me with slight panic. I give him two thumbs up and a smile. I see him take a breath and become a rockstar. Taking a small glance at Brian again, I catch his eye. He smiles at me and my heart starts to beat out of my chest.

After the rocky start, I lose myself in the music. I start to sway and before I know it I’m dancing. I wanted Brian to notice me so I make each move as sensual as possible. Looking up I see Roger undressing me with his eyes. Once he looks up at my eyes, he winks and begins to smirk. I roll my eyes again and take a look at Brian. My heart flutters again.

Once they’re done with the show, I make my way back to the bar. The same bartender as before makes a b-line for me. “Hi, there darling. What’ll it be this time, miss…"

"Y/n and I’m not sure. What do have that’s good?” He smiles and starts to mix the assorted liquids together.

“I’m Charles by the way.”“Charles,” I nod, “It’s nice to meet you.” He hands me a drink and I raise my eyebrow at him.

“Taste it, love. I’m sure you’ll like it.”

“And if I don’t?” He bites his lip.

“Then I’ll have to buy you another one on our date.” I’m a little surprised by his offer and then take a sip. The drink was so good.

“Well, it’s to bad that I like the drink then."

"I can make it for you again later tonight at my place-”

“Sorry, she’s here with someone.” An arm snakes around my waist and Charles puts his hands up in surrender before walking away.

“Hello love, how’d you like the show?” I roll my eyes.

“What the hell was that? You had no right to do that!” He begins to make excuses.

“I didn’t like the look of that guy. he was trying to get into your pants.”

“And you aren’t?” Roger feigns hurt. “I was being a good friend.” I roll my eyes and laugh. He takes this as a small victory.

“What do you think of the show?” I smile and praise him. “I’m glad you noticed, how about we head to the back and I can show you what else I’m good at.” You laugh, he’s caught off guard.

“I’m sorry but the bartender did better that you. And if that’s the best you can do then I’m not interested.”

I walked away before he can start to talk again. I look for Freddie in the crowd and spot him on the opposite side of the building. As I’m walking past the dance floor someone shoves me and I lose my balance. Before I know it I’m on the ground. With so many people around me, I can’t seem to get up. Someone helps me up and they’re big enough to shield me from the people around us. He leads me out of the crowd.

Once we were away, I turn to find Brian. Still holding his hand I try to play it cool, “T-thanks.”

“Are you okay? That was quite the fall.” I get flustered, “Yeah. I-i’m-“

“Y/n there you are, I was afraid you left darling.” Freddie looks at me and then Brian. He looks at our hands and smirks knowingly. Letting go and I pull Fred into a hug and hide my red face in his shoulder. “You did great out there!” I look at him and it’s like I can already tell what he’s thinking.

[warren-lauren]

I'm going camping from today until Monday (my birthday present from my lovely boyfriend) but don't worry, I've got a list of things to write, a brand new writing pad, and a pen full of ink. As soon as I get back, I'll update you with loads of content.

[kenneth-omega]

Flowers & Thigh-Riding **Gwilym Lee**

A/N: oof this was a good one, I have a big ass thigh kink and I mean, HAVE YOU SEEN GWILYM LEE'S THIGHS?!?!?! Thank you to the anon for sending this one in!!! 💕

10. “were you just touching yourself?” ‘yeah, what are you gonna do about it?’

16. “the only way you are gonna get off is on my thigh.”

20. “take off your clothes, but leave the heels on.”

Word count: +1.8k

((Also this gif is me when I think of Gwil and d e m t h i g h s))

□■□■□■□■□

-you'd had a pretty hard day at work. the office was in a frenzy all day as the CEO of the company was paying a visit to your branch. your manager had given you a pretty sharp talking to when you'd arrived, his tone awfully condescending towards you.

-you're mood had been horrible for the rest of the day, the inspection not helping with the stress.

-as soon as you'd got back to yours and Gwil's house, you'd thrown your bag down and gone straight to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of red wine.

-Gwil wouldn't be home for a while, and as much as you liked the idea of Gwil helping you relieve yourself of the pent-up frustration, you just couldn't wait.

-stalking into the bathroom, your heels clicking on the tiles, you began to twist the taps on the bath, popping the plug in so that it would start to fill.

-you gently placed your glass on the side as you began squirting in bubble bath and some muscle soak stuff to help with your aches.

-happy that you'd eventually get to relax, you took another large sip from your glass, relishing in the deep taste.

-"sorry baby." you mutter to yourself, thinking of Gwilym as you begin to unbutton your shirt, running your hands down the valley of your breasts.

-you give a soft moan as one hand dips into the cup of your bra, fingers brushing against your already hard nipple.

-you don't hear your front door open and shut, the sound of someone else entering your home.

-Gwil quietly shuts the door, hoping not to alert you to his presence, knowing you won't expect him back this early.

-he managed to leave the meeting with his agent half an hour earlier, giving him chance to grab a nice little bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine for you both.

-he can't hear you moving around in the kitchen, and he can see the couch is vacant, so that must mean you're either in the bedroom or bathroom.

-making his way up the stairs, treading quietly on the slightly creaking floorboards, he spots the golden glow peeking out under the bathroom door.

-there's the sound of water running, and Gwil can tell you're obviously planning on getting a bath, something you only do when you're stressed.

-as his hand reaches up to knock on the door, hoping not to startle you too much, he hears a sound on the other side that makes him halt.

-a soft, pitchy moan.

-it was unmistakably you, he would recognise those kinds of sounds coming from you in a heartbeat.

-turning the handle, he pushed the door open without hesitation, wondering what he would find on the other side.

-you spin around at the sound of the door creaking, jumping half a mile. your hands, which you had been using to touch yourself, fly to rest at your sides.

-Gwil is stood in the doorway, flowers in hand and an inquisitive look on his face. you must look incredibly guilty, your face burning hot as he takes in the scene before him.

-he doesn't fail to notice the way your unbuttoned blouse has slipped off your shoulders. how your skirt is ruffled and part of it has gotten caught in the waistband of your underwear, unbeknownst to you.

-"hi sweetheart." Gwil greets you with a smile, stepping into the room. you watch as his eyes inspect your body, lingering on your unbuttoned top.

-"w-what are you doing home early?" you ask him, hands clasping together as you watch him place a little bunch of wrapped flowers in the sink, obviously meant for you.

-"managed to get off early," he tells you nonchalantly, placing his hands on your bare bare shoulders.

-you lean into his touch, savouring the warmth that radiates from his touch.

-"well I'm glad you're home, I was just getting a bath. had a long day, need to get rid of all this stress." you laugh, Gwil chuckling along with you.

-"was that all you were doing, baby?" his tone is gentle, but you can feel how the question lingers in the air.

-"I don't know what you mean." you shake your head, trying to ignore Gwil's hands that are now pushing your blouse further off your body.

-Gwil raises an eyebrow, "that's funny," he begins, "because I could hear your moans from the other side of this door."

-your top is now pooled on the bathroom tiles, leaving your torso exposed.

-"were you just touching yourself?" he purrs, nibbling on his bottom lip.

-you've been caught red-handed, and you know there's no point in trying to deny it.

-"yeah," you tell him, your hands slipping up his body, travelling up to hook them around his neck. "what are you gonna do about it, sweetie?"

-"nothing."

-you have to blink once, twice, and then a third time, unsure if you heard him correctly.

-"what?"

-"I'm not going to do anything." Gwil tells you, matter-of-factly, moving past you to sit on the edge of the bathtub. he extends a hand out to you, his palm flat and outstretched.

-"baby, be a good girl for me?"

-you can't help the wetness and heat pool between your legs as he calls for you affectionately.

-"what do you want me to do?" you ask as you walk towards him obediently.

-Gwil slips a hand up the back of your leg, the rough, slightly calloused pads of his fingers rubbing against your skin.

-"take off your clothes," he growls, his voice dipping low and, thick with lust.

-you begin to do so, obeying his command without a second thought. you start to kick off your heels, that is until Gwil stops you with a hand on your waist.

-"but leave the heels on, for me baby." Gwil asks you, biting his lip as you gracefully slip the heels back on. "good girl." he hums in response.

-you reach round to unzip your skirt, letting it fall down around your ankles. Gwil watches your every move as your unclasp your bra and shrug it off.

-in just your heels and underwear, you twirl for Gwil, giggling when he slaps your ass playfully.

-"come here, sit on my leg." he asks you, beckoning for you to back up and seat yourself in his lap, where you can see his growing erection pressing through his trousers.

-"what do I do now?" you ask him as you sit with your back pressed against his chest, a leg spread over either side of his right thigh.

-Gwil moans softly as your ass presses against his crotch, rubbing his hard dick. "ride me, princess." he sighs, hands resting on your hips as he slowly starts to move your wet pussy against his leg. "because the only way you're gonna get off, is on my thigh."

-you let your head fall back at the feeling of the friction on your aching clit.

"fuck--" you gasp, a hand slipping up to run your fingers through his hair.

-Gwil's fingers trace up the side of your ribs, until he reaches your breasts, his hands cupping them, greedily squeezing and rubbing his palm over your nipples.

-"come on, sweet girl. fuck yourself on my thigh, that's it." Gwil coaxes you, watching from over your shoulder as you grind your hips, gaining the friction you so desperately crave.

-you can feel your slick pussy begging for more, but Gwil isn't going to give you anything else but teasing kisses and the occasional roll of his own hips against your ass.

-"oh--god, you're absolutely soaking." Gwil groans hotly, his warm breath tickling your neck as he notices the damp, dark patch growing on his trousers from your wet cunt.

-"all for you, baby." you whine, grinding hard against his leg, wanting more, wishing for more contact. your clit is throbbing, waves of pleasure hitting you with every roll of the hips.

-Gwil removes one of his hands from your breast, reaching down to your panties.

-"let's get these out of the way." he murmurs, pushing the cloth to the side so that your soaked pussy can have unrestrained friction.

-you're making such a mess of his trousers but he doesn't care, the sight of your juices all over his leg is too hot to worry about such trivial things.

-"that's it pretty girl, use me to cum, I know you want to." Gwil encourages you, watching your hips as they start to move again, your sensitive bud getting all the friction you desired.

-"Gwil--" you moan, unable to keep his name from tumbling out, knowing your impending orgasm is close.

-he laps it up, promising you with more fun later if you do as he asks and cum all over his thigh.

-"you were going to touch yourself without me, weren't you, naughty girl?" Gwil purrs in your ear, nipping your earlobe afterwards. you rut your hips especially hard at that, a hot, strangled cry escaping from your throat.

-"y-yes, baby." you choke out, each thrust of your hips becoming more frantic.

-"you're so bad--I bet you were thinking about my cock too. am I right?"

-Gwil's voice has become dangerously low and almost animalistic. it turns you on so much, and you forget to answer him.

-a hand reaches up to wrap around your throat.

-"answer me, sweetheart. I want to know if you were lusting after my hard cock. did you think of me fucking you like a little slut? how did I make you feel?" Gwil growls in your ear.

-"oh yes I did--I'm so close now," you pant, body growing heavy as your orgasm creeps further up your body, about to hit it's climax.

-"you cum then, baby girl. show me how good this makes you feel, and then maybe I'll fuck you later." Gwil proceeds to encourage you, bringing you to your orgasm and continuing to rock your hips as you scream his name, dragging out your pleasure for you.

-"so good for me, you look so beautiful." he sighs, kissing along your shoulder as you recover, your body leaning into his.

-after a few moments of rest, Gwil leans over and twists the taps of the bath, stopping the water from continuing.

-the bath has had plenty of time to fill up and is now near overflowing, but you couldn't care less about a bath now.

-"come on sweetheart, let's get you in." Gwil slowly brings you up to stand, pushing your panties down your legs and helping you out of the heels as you're still rather wobbly.

-"will you join me?" you ask him, slowly testing the water out with a foot.

-it's a lovely temperature.

-Gwil helps you lower yourself into the bath, your body disappearing under the heaps of bubbles and foam.

-"of course I will." Gwil assures you, planting a kiss on your forehead. there's a large dark patch on his leg from where you pleasured yourself, and you find your cheeks growing hotter.

-he picks up the abandoned flowers. "just let me go put these in a vase." he adds, giving you a playful wink as he leaves the bathroom.

[queenscoolcat]

is it possible for prompt 34 with Brian??

Sorry it took so long, but I really hope you like it.

Request are open so you could send one from this   prompt list

Pairing: Brian May x Reader (you can read it as Gwilym!Brian May x Reader)

Warning: Fluff af and probably lots of mistakes.

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4 am, to cuddle?”

Tonight you were really tired, it had been such a long day and the worst part was that you were so busy you hadn’t had time to see your boyfriend.

But as much you would want to go to Brian’s flat and stay the night at his place, you were pretty tired and just wanted to sleep.

“What do you mean you can’t come over?” Brian said the moment to tell him the news.

“Sorry love, I and just so tired, I just want to go sleep,” You mumble as a yawn escape your lips.

“I understand, well then I’ll see you tomorrow,” your cute boyfriend said as he tried to disguise his evident disappointment.

As soon as you hang up, you made your way to your bed ready to finally rest.In your dreams you could swear you’ve heard Brian’s voice and a sweet smile form on your lips, it wasn’t until you felt a slight bump in your arm that you finally wake up.

You saw a man kneeling beside your bed, you were so terrified you did the only thing you could think of, you hit him.

“Ow y/n what the fuck?” It wasn’t until the man talked that you recognised your boyfriend’s voice.

As quick as possible you turn the lights on and tried to help your agonising lover.

“Oh dear! I am so sorry, I thought you were a murderer or something like that,” you mumble as you tried to move Brian’s hands from his face to see the damage you had done.

“How bad does it look?” He asked and you shoot him your best smile “that bad?”

“I think you might have a bruised eye tomorrow,” you mumbled feeling terrible at what you had done “lay in bed let me go for some ice.”

He did as you told him and when you head back you saw him rubbing his temples.

“You have a headache?” You asked but he shook his head.

You placed the cold package in his eyes, and while doing that you went and look for some sweatpants Brian left for the occasion he would stay with you

When you gave them to him he changed into them and as soon as he lay in bed again you cuddle right at his side.

“I am so sorry, but what are you doing here at this time of the morning?” He laughs at your question and kissed your forehead as he grabbed the cold package against his eye making sure it didn’t fell down.

“To see you… and cuddle with you.” He admitted and you look at his really surprised.

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4 am, to cuddle?” You questioned him as you sit down to look at him.

“Yes?” He answered and you frown kind of confused by his actions.

“May I ask why?” You said while he started caressing your cheek.

“Because I missed you like mad today,” as soon as those words escape his lips you felt how your cheeks grow hot, trying to hide it you rested your head on his chest, but he definitely saw it.

“I missed you too” you managed to admit after a couple of minutes of silence.

“Now we are together and we can cuddle as much as we want,” Brian said and hold your chin to give you a peck on the lips “let’s go to sleep, it is really late.”

“Goodnight Brian,” You yawn as soon as those words were said.

“Good night my love.”

[wewillwriteyou]

Masterlist

Hi everybody, Giulia & Giulia here!

This is our first official masterlist where we’ll link every story, series and one-shot we write. Hope you have fun and enjoy our stories at least as much as we enjoy writing them! If you like what you read, like, comment, reblog and let us know what you think! We’re here for you beautiful people and our inboxes are ALWAYS open! 

This is our joint blog, but if you wanna contact us separately or privately, you’ll find our tags later in this post!

Cheers, folks! 🖤

~ four-handed stories

QUEEN

Friends Will Be Friends (aka FWBF) (series: 30 Chapters)

Prologue (pairings, warnings, main plot, etc) and chapters’ complete list

BORHAP CAST

Crazy Little Thing Called Love (aka CLTCL) (series: ~still running~)

Prologue (pairings, warnings, main plot, etc)

Meet the Characters [ part 1, part 2 ]

Chapter 1 [~ 3.5K words]

Chapter 2 [~ 4K words]

Chapter 3 [~ 4.4K words]

Chapter 4 [~ 4.2K words]

Chapter 5 [~ 4K words]

Chapter 6 [~ 4.6K words]

Chapter 7 [~ 4.4K words]

Chapter 8 [~ 4.7K words] 

Chapter 9 [~ 4.4K words]

Chapter 10 [~ 5.2K words]

Chapter 11 [~ 4.8K words]

to be continued ...

~ written by @sweetgcreature

BORHAP CAST

Ben Hardy

✽  Nobody likes a cold dinner (SMUT) [~ 3.8K words] (one-shot)

❂  “Hey, you left your bra at my place” [~ 1.3K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “the boys get the wrong idea”

probably just a bad sense of humour, some language, references to alcohol, but it’s mainly FLUFF.  Safe territory for everyone lol

Ben Hardy x fem!reader

❂ “Then consider me impressed” [~ 4.1K words] (ask)  

requested (from this prompt list): “a short timeline of Ben and Y/N’s relationship” 

A lot of FLUFF, some language, but it’s mainly asdfghjkl

Ben Hardy x fem!reader 

Rami Malek & Lucy Boynton

❂ Alone with his thoughts [~ 1.2K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “she cheats on him”

ANGST, mention of sex, cheating, alcohol, language

Rami Malek x Lucy Boynton

This is a work of fiction. Please DO NOT take these as facts from real life. 

Gwilym Lee

❂  “Is this really the end?” + “We’re not ‘fine’!”  [~  1.2K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “reader is pregnant”

ANGST, FLUFF, mention of alcohol and cheating, language

Gwilym Lee x fem!reader

This is a work of fiction. Please DO NOT take these as facts from real life. 

QUEEN

Roger Taylor

✽  Good Boy (hella SMUT) [~ 4K words] (one-shot)

❂  “Cigarettes and cheap perfume, huh?”  [~ 1.4K  words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “public sex”

SMUT, mention of smoking, oral sex, implication of unprotected sex; (please read it only if you’re 18+)

Roger Taylor x fem!reader

❂  “You look so sexy when you’re ignoring me” + “Give me one good reason why I should wear that dress”  [~ 1.7K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “rough sex”

SMUT (as usual, please read it only if you’re 18+); mention of smoking, language, fingering, chocking, unprotected sex, orgasm denial

Roger Taylor x fem!reader

❂  “Why don’t you leave those pretty little heels on?” [~ 1.4K words] (ask)  

requested (from this prompt list): “rough sex”

SMUT (as usual, please read it only if you’re 18+); unprotected sex, sub-dom dynamic, fingering, spanking, overstimulation, language

80s!Roger Taylor x fem!reader 

❂ “ What if Roger not only sounds like an angel but he is, in fact, an angel?”  [~1.7K words] (ask)

requested: “a lot of people say Roger looks and sounds like an angel, but why don’t go beyond that?” ; angel!Roger AU

FLUFF, with a tiny bit of ANGST (it’s safe territory for everyone, don’t worry); mention of kissing and touching, but nothing graphic 

Roger Taylor x reader

John Deacon

❂ “Forgive me if I’m misreading things, but do you want to make out?”  [~ 1.1K  words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “friends to lovers”

FLUFF with a bit of language

70s!John Deacon x reader

~ written by @deakyswhitequeen

BORHAP CAST

Ben Hardy

✽  No turning back (SMUT, fluff) [~ 4.5K words] (part 1)

✽  No turning back (angst, SMUT, fluff) [~ 5.4K words] (part 2)

❂  Tell me we’re gonna be okay [~ 1.4K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “Ben cheats on reader”

ANGST, mention of sex, cheating, language

Ben Hardy x fem!reader

This is a work of fiction. Please DO NOT take these as facts from real life.

❂  A second chance [~ 2.6K words] (ask)

requested: “reader and Ben break up and she doesn’t tell Ben she’s pregnant w/ his baby; six months later, Ben runs into her and they fall back in love”

ANGST, language, mentions of unprotected sex, pregnancy FLUFF

Ben Hardy x fem!reader

This is a work of fiction. Please DO NOT take these as facts from real life.

Gwilym Lee

❂  “I’ll take my shirt off when your pants are gone.”  [~  1.2K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “moving in together”

so much FLUFF, some SMUT (making out mainly)

Gwilym Lee x reader

Joe Mazzello 

❂ “The way you flirt is shameful.”   [~ 800 words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “you visit them at work”

FLUFF, mentions of kissing, a little bit of sexual tension

Joe Mazzello x fem!reader

❂ “It’s so hard for me to hate you right now” [~ 2.6K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “enemies to lovers, sex in a public place”

SMUT, ( please read it only if you’re 18+) unprotected sex, language, FLUFF

Joe Mazzello x fem!reader

This is a work of fiction. We created an “Alternate Universe” for our character. Please, DO NOT take these as facts from real life.

QUEEN

John Deacon

❂  “You’re telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?” [~ 1.7K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list)

SMUT, (as usual  please read it only if you’re 18+) oral sex, fingering, mentions of smoking, language

70s!John Deacon x fem!reader

❂  “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with a user manual.” + “I may be a mess, but I’m the hottest mess you’ve ever seen.” [~ 2K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list)

FLUFF, ANGST, mentions of alcohol, drugs and violence but nothing too graphic or upsetting; language

80s!John Deacon x fem!reader

Brian May

❂   “You can rest, I’ll stay right here.” [~ 1K words] (ask)

requested (from this prompt list): “morning sex”

SMUT, (as usual please read it only if your +18) unprotected sex, language, mentions of alcohol, FLUFF everywhere.

Brian May x fem!reader

Updated 10.04.2020

[bensboynton]

masterlist

guide to sending requests

search “bensboynton prompts” to see all of my dialogue prompts posts <3

fluff = ♥

angst = ☁

smut = ✿

oneshots

☆ben hardy☆

the oscars ♥

perfectly flawed ♥☁

white wine ♥☁

be there ♥

reckless ☁

☆roger taylor☆

soulmate ☁

series

☆ben hardy☆

good enough; part 1 , part 2 ☁♥ , part 3 ♥ , part 4 ☁ , part 5 ♥☁

always ben hardy; part 1 ♥

headcanons

☆ben hardy☆

cuddling with ben ♥

cooking with ben ♥

date night with ben ♥

ben in a fight ♥

breaking up with ben ☁

boyfriend ben hardy ♥✿

ben hardy x reader that’s younger than him ♥✿☁

ben in the summertime ♥✿

ben x shy!reader ♥

ben comforts insecure reader ♥

☆roger taylor☆

traveling with roger ♥✿

roger seeing you in his clothes ♥

☆joe mazzello☆

best friends with joe ♥

joe in a fight ♥☁

cuddling with joe ♥

☆gwilym lee☆

gwilym in a fight ♥

gwilym comforting reader at pool party ♥☁

gwilym the night of your wedding ♥

☆borhap cast☆

taking care of you when you’re hungover ♥

blurbs

☆joe mazzello☆

joe x male!reader blurb ♥

joe x male!reader proposes at the oscars blurb ♥

fighting with joe ♥☁

disney moves with joe ♥

☆ben hardy☆

ben with his first daughter ♥

ben taking care of reader on their period ♥

relaxing with ben in the summer ♥

ben comforts reader ☁

morning in bed ♥

missing sock ♥

popcorn ♥

☆roger taylor☆

drunk roger blurb ♥

☆borhap boys☆

surprising the boys ♥